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Here's the whole thing:
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Philippa or My Story - Complete in three Parts

by The Wag


M/f, M/ff, pedo, incest, anal, consensual, loving



Introduction.  


If you are looking for a story that starts into heavy sex by line 10, pass this one up.  It is written as a novelette.  This story may be true or it may be false.  I have written it as it happened.  Oops, this is giving the game away.  Just kidding...   I have used the trans-Atlantic spelling for pedophile and its derivatives, in place of the UK spelling paedophile.  

Many people add supplementary warning information at this point, suggesting that if you are offended by incest and/or adult/child sex to refrain from proceeding any further.  I prefer to assume that if you are in a story newsgroup whose title suggests the contents and you then proceed to download, you must be pretty dumb to be offended when the contents are not about knitting or children's nursery rhymes!

So that's the warning!

I also subscribe to the libertine theory that if sex is healthy between adults, why is it such a big deal for children to learn about it?  This absurdity is magnified further when we proceed to teach children about the facts of sex, but then try and outlaw any such practice of what they have just been taught.   God knows, we have some strange hang-ups.  I also hate hypocrisy.




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Main Characters


Jonathan Vauchel                       36
Philippa (usually called Pip or Pippa  Jonathan's daughter, 7
James Bellamy                          Jonathans brother-in-law, 37
Harriet  (usually called Harry)        James' wife, 32
Linnet   (always called Linny)         their daughter, 10
Bethan                                 their younger daughter, 6



Chapters 1 - 10 are in Part 1
Chapters 11 - 17 are in Part 2
Chapters 18 - 25 are in Part 3


Part 1


Chapter 1.


My wife died of a car accident when Philippa was seven.  We were a 
close family and her death left me devastated.  We live in the 
country with only a few neighbours, the nearest several hundred 
yards away.  Our family owns a large business and although my share 
was only of a minor nature, it was more than sufficient for us to 
enjoy a very high standard of living.  This meant I could spend as 
much time as I liked looking after Pippa.  Whereas previously her 
mother would take and collect her from the village school, this now 
became my chore.  Chore?  No, not a chore, a reason to be close to 
her.  Naturally, the death of her mother subdued what had previously 
been a very lively and demonstrative child.  I was determined to do 
all I could to make her life meaningful.  

Philippa is about average height and weight for her age.  Certainly 
not fat, nor so thin that her ribs showed.  She is perfection 
personified.  There are the hint of freckles on her face, which 
never quite come to fruition.  Her nose is of the retroussee 
variety, small and slightly turned up.  Her ears are small and close 
to her head, but usually hidden by her hair.  She has a cheeky 
giggle which melts the hearts of every male (and a few females) 
around her.  She has the most divine little bottom.  To a few oafish 
types it may seem just a little too prominent, but to me it is one 
of her most appealing aspects.  It is certainly not fat, just a 
little prominent.  She is somewhat small boned, with small hands and 
feet.  Not stunted in any way, just petite.  She is very light to 
carry.  She has always enjoyed being carried and never missed an 
excuse to have me carry her.  Whenever we had a day out, the theme 
park, a forest walk, wherever, Pip would soon tire and ask me to 
carry her - never her mother, always me.  She always wrapped herself 
around me.  Arms around my neck and her legs on either side with me 
supporting her with my hands beneath her rump.  Philippa has lovely 
long blond hair.  It is a shade of gold, with a naturally wavy 
texture.  After her mother's death, I was initially tempted to cut 
it short because of the bother of having to dry it after her bath.  
But my sister thought it would be a crime.  I have always had a very 
close relationship with my baby sister  -  she is four years younger 
than me.  With our father always involved with the business and our 
mother on endless committees, we had to make our own amusement.  
Inevitably, this led to us exploring each others bodies in the way 
many siblings do.  It started when I was ten and she six.  We used 
to have a camp behind the summer house.  This was a largeish 
building which was hidden from the house by trees, giving us the 
necessary privacy.  We never had intercourse, nor anything more 
sophisticated than a gentle exploration of each others bodies.  This 
went on for some time, neither thinking it wrong or unnatural.  It 
was just a part of our growing up.  When I was thirteen I was sent 
away to boarding school.  For a whole term I felt the most awful 
home sickness.  This decided me that I would never subject a child 
of mine to such an experience.  Harriet, my sister, being a girl was 
allowed to remain at home and attend one of the local private 
schools.  Although we never resumed our earlier experiences, we were 
nevertheless always to remain very close.  She or I would often 
spill our hearts to each other in a way perhaps never equalled by 
many married couples. Thus when Harriet forbade me (yes she could be 
quite determined on occasion) to cut Philippa's hair, well I had to 
obey.  Actually, as time went on I came to enjoy the ritual of 
drying and brushing out Philippa's hair.  She would sit quite 
placidly for as long as it took.  I know she enjoyed it too.  It 
brought us even closer together.  

To save Pippa the stress of the funeral, I accepted my sister's 
offer to look after Pippa for a week whilst the arrangements were 
made.  Harriet and her husband, James had two little girls of around 
Pippa's age, who would be company for her.  Linnet (who for as long 
as anyone can remember was always called Linny) was aged ten and 
Bethan her young sister was six.  Harriet and James lived only 
twenty miles from me, so it would be easy to fetch her at the end of 
the week.  To take Pippa's mind off things as far as possible, it 
was decided that she should sleep with Bethan, the youngest.  The 
funeral went without a hitch and I duly collected Pippa from them a 
couple of days later.  

One night, several weeks after the funeral, I awoke to hear her 
crying - I used to sleep with my bedroom door ajar just for that 
reason with her bedroom across the landing from mine also slightly 
open.  I have always slept naked; I abhor pyjamas.  Without a 
thought I padded into her room, switching on the small bedside lamp 
to see her rubbing her eyes.  She was barely awake as I cradled her 
and muttered cooingly into her ears that Daddy was here and 
everything was now alright.  Gradually her body slowed its heaving 
and she quietened down.  Eventually I made a move to go back to my 
bed, when she grabbed my arm and pleaded to come with me.  She was 
frightened to remain on her own.  I suppose I should now say that I 
tried to persuade her to stay.  Well I did not.  I loved her more 
than life itself.  She was my sun and moon rolled into one.  I 
simply picked her up and carried her to my bedroom and my bed.  
Within minutes of resting her down, she dozed back to sleep in the 
way little children do.  I was however now wide awake.  I hadn't 
switched on my lamp, so I could barely discern her outline in the 
dark.  I was very tempted to caress her face and hair, but managed 
to resist the temptation for fear of waking her.  My feelings were 
of an over-powering love.  A total oneness with her little frame.  
Her breathing slowed as she sank into a deeper sleep.  I switched on 
the lamp on my side of the bed and found a book.  Although the light 
was not strong and I had turned the shade to minize its effect on 
her, Philippa moved in her sleep.  As she did so, I was aware that 
the duvet was now uncovering her little form.  Her nightie was a 
shortie and I could see the shape of her little bottom as she had 
turned unconciously on her side, away from the light.  Her delicate 
skin glowed in the half light.  As usual, she wasn't wearing any 
panties.  I wanted to touch her.  It never occurred to me to feel 
any sense of shame at my thoughts.  I have a suspicion that my 
earlier experiences of immorality with my sister, Harriet may have 
had some influence here.  Although we never did anything more awful 
than touch each other, we both new it was "wrong".  There was no 
question in our minds that had we been caught, we would have had 
some explaining to do, and probably received some appropriate 
punishment.  Thus my feelings for Philippa did not shock me.  I took 
the time to consider them and I then realized I had been harbouring 
dark thoughts for some time.  Even before my wife's fatal accident.  
I suspect that had my wife been alive, nothing would ever have 
happened between Philippa and myself.  She would have grown up into 
a beautiful lady within an ultra normal family atmosphere.  Would 
she have been happier?  The moralists and do-gooders would almost 
certainly say, yes.  I don't think so.  Eventually I switched off 
the lamp and managed to get back to sleep.  But not before I had 
quietly jacked off, thinking of little Philippa lying next to me.  
She slept on blissfully unaware of what was happening.

The following morning was a normal school day and we were both up 
early as usual.  I made no pretence at hiding myself as I cried out 
"bags I the shower first"  She came running in challengly, but 
stopped when she found me already running the water.  She looked a 
little crestfallen and I took pity and offered for her to go first.  
She brightened up at this, then shook her head, saying I was there 
first, so I should shower first.  I laughed and suggested we share 
it, to save time I added, in case she felt a little worried by my 
suggestion.  Without further ado, she slipped off her nightie and 
was in the shower with me.  Of course I still had my morning 
erection.  I decided to act normally and just helped her to shower 
herself.  We used a lot of shampoo and shower gel that morning!  
This made us late.  We had to rush breakfast and I drove a little 
faster through the lanes than I should have.  Hurried kisses at the 
school gates and promises to meet her after school and I was slowly 
driving home.  My thoughts were tumultuous.  Of course, nothing had 
happened that could not be explained away.  But I knew this was just 
the beginning...



Chapter 2.

Later that day, after tea, I was playing some music on my stereo.  I 
have a very good system, carefully chosen.  It is installed in a 
purpose designed music room.  Ordinarily I don't like being disturbed 
when I'm listening.  Most audiophiles take their music very eriously 
- I was no exception.  That evening, Pippa walked in on my reverie.  
I lowered the volume, which had been far too high for most peoples 
tastes out of deference to my visitor.  Pippa sidled up to me, she 
idly started picking up the jewel case for the CD and looked at it.  
She gave all the signals that she wanted to say something but didn't 
know how to broach the subject.  I gently scooped her up and cradled 
her in my arms in my large chair.  She relaxed and then looked at me 
and asked if it would be Ok for her to sleep in my bed again tonight.  
I suppose I should have gently tried to persuade her that that was 
not a good idea.  Daddies do not let their little girls share the 
same bed.  To my everlasting shame, that thought never even entered 
my head.  I had been wrestling with the self same idea all day.  How 
could I ask her to sleep with me again that night and every night, 
if only she would agree?  Now here was Pippa taking the lead and in 
that totally honest and transparent way of a little child, just 
asking for what she wanted.  She off course, had been expecting a 
polite rebuff.  My agreeing to it, caused her to give a shout of 
joy.  I didn't even add any caveats about only allowing her if she 
was sure that was what she wanted.  No sir, I was so thrilled I gave 
her a kiss on her lips.  Not a sexy French kiss, just a tender one 
to reflect my feelings for her.  It was Friday, so we could enjoy a 
late rising the following day.  Ordinarily, Pippa would try to stay 
up as late as I would tolerate to make the most of this, but not 
that night.  Shortly after, she came in saying she was going to have 
a bath.  I nodded my agreement and went back to the stereo.  Pippa 
walked over, bent down and whispered that she wanted to be very 
clean if she was going to sleep with Daddy.  Would I help her with 
her bath, as I had with her shower that morning?  I tried to arrange 
my thoughts.  Whilst mumbling my happy agreement, I was wondering 
about the connotations of what she had said.  Surely she must have 
meant sleeping in Daddy's bed, not the more commonly accepted 
meaning of "sleeping with".  I told her I would be right up, just 
fill the bath and give me a shout when your're ready.  I kept the 
volume very low, just in case I missed her little cry of  "ready 
Daddy".  

Pippa had used far too much bath foam.  It was frothed up so much 
that it looked as if there was only foam in the bath and no water.  
I asked  her how much had she done, nothing, she had been waiting 
for me to do it all.  I happily complied.  Fortunately, she had put 
on a shower cap to keep her hair dry.  I gently began washing her.  
Starting at her neck and face, I carried on down past her little 
chest and back.  Her tiny nipples were mere hints of what would one 
day develop.  If she took after her Mum, she would inherit small 
firmly rounded breasts that would drive many men wild.  I gently 
lifted each leg up and washed her feet and between her toes, then up 
her legs as far as I could with the layers of foam.  She had to 
stand up to allow me access to the rest of her body.  I decided I 
would be thorough, very thorough.  So I very gently washed her 
between the legs.  I did not use any cloth or sponge, just my 
fingers.  I explained that little girls and ladies need to be 
especially clean around their little pussy's and bottoms.  I then 
proceeded to hold her vulva open to allow my finger ingress to the 
inner folds of flesh.  It was so very soft.  Her total trust in what 
I was doing melted my heart.  I then turned her around and asked her 
to bend slightly forward to allow Daddy to wash her bottom.  I did 
this carefully, and by pouring some neat bath foam liquid onto the 
palm of my hand, I gently carried a little at a time to her puckered 
rosebud anus.  Gently pushing one finger up into her, she flinched 
at first, but then relaxed as the lubricant somewhat eased my 
finger's passage into her.  I felt her sphincter slowly relax as my 
finger gently moved in and out of her little opening.  Looking back, 
this was the moment of no return, the point in time where I would 
have had no defence for my actions.  There could be no further 
dissimulation.  It was also the one time when I felt just the least 
bit of embarassment at what I was doing.  I was finger fucking the 
bottom of my seven year old daughter.  I should have felt disgust, 
instead I felt elated.  I had a raging erection.  I could not get 
comfortable with that old knob of mine trying its best to straighten 
up within the constraints of my trousers.  Pippa was still bent over 
with her hands supporting her on the wall.  Her tiny bottom looked 
georgous.  Although slightly prominent, it was superbly shaped with 
small indentations on either side.  Eventually, I had to release 
her, she was showing signs of cold.  I finished off using the shower 
attachment to rinse off the soapy foam.  After lifing her out, I 
wrapped her in a large warm bath sheet, hugging her to me.  This 
made us feel very close.  She pressed into me, the beguiling smell 
of her soaped body was more enervating than the most expensive 
Parisian perfume.  When she was dry, I tried putting talcum powder 
on her, but because she was standing it made a mess on the rug.  
Pippa giggled at this and promptly lay down on the floor allowing me 
to pepper it on without so much mess.  I was kneeling in front of 
her, at her feet.  Then looking me in the eye, she drew up her knees 
and rolled backwards exposing her cunny and her bottom to my gaze.  
Pointing at her sex, she told me not to forget to put talc on those 
parts!  I needed no second invitation.  After sprinkling it all 
over, I then caressed it into every little wrinkle, nook and cranny.  
Pippa meanwhile still held her legs back in an obvious gesture of 
openness to me.  

I went to find a clean nightie for her, but Pippa shouted after me, 
not to bother.  As her Daddy didn't have to wear anything in bed, 
neither should she.  It was at this point, that my suspicions were 
raised.  My daughter at seven knew exactly what was going on.  Far 
from my believing that she could never conceive that I would want to 
touch or look at her, she was way ahead of me.  I wanted to question 
her about this.  How in Heaven's name could she, seven years of age, 
have any inkling of what a man likes?  I couldn't frame the 
question.  It was on the one hand too delicate to ask at the present 
stage of our relationship and on the other perhaps a little boorish 
to ask such a question.  I made a mental note to find out more at a 
more suitable moment.

It was still far too early for me to go to bed.  On the other hand I 
couldn't bare to part company with Pippa, so I asked did she want 
some supper before beddy-byes.  I suspect she wanted my company as 
much as I wanted hers.  I gently scooped her up in my arms, nude as 
the day she was born, and carried her downstairs.  It was summer and 
the weather had been very warm.  We were enjoying one of those rare 
summers in England, warm with little rain.  

She sat at the breakfast bar in her birthday suit looking so 
inviting, even Michelangelo's statue of David would have had an 
erection.  I had removed her shower cap and combed out her golden 
hair which now cascaded down her back and over the back of the 
stool.  I took another stool and drew it up close and just watched 
her.  She started to giggle again.  It occured to me, that only 
since this "unnatural" activity of ours had she begun to giggle in 
her old ways.  I poked my tongue out playfully and she dabbed some 
butter on it.  We laughed together and I reminded her it was now 
time for bed.  Pippa was ever the obedient child.  She picked up her 
dish and glass and put them in the dishwasher turned and said "I'm 
ready, Daddy"  My heart thumped.  Standing there with her plump 
little vulva exposed so invitingly, I would cheerfully have murdered 
if it had extended her life by one second.  I ought to explain that 
as all men know, girls bodies vary as much in their sexual regions 
as they do everywhere else.  Pippa had a prominent mons venus.  Her 
inner lips were still completely hidden by the outer folds.  There 
was no sign of her clitoris peeping through the little hood in the 
way of an adult.  I remembered even when she had so invitingly 
exposed herself to me after her bath, her little slit still 
completely covered her inner lips.  Lest anyone imagine that this 
means a lack of sexuality, let me persuade them that this is most 
definitely not the case, certainly not with my Pippa anyway.  

I again carried her up the stairs.  Down the long landing to our 
bedroom doors which face each other.  Mine is on the Eastern side of 
the house, with windows to the East and South, hers is on the West.  
Without a pause in my step, I turned into my bedroom.  I gently lay 
her down, turned back the duvet and she crawled under.  Up until 
then I had not planned anything other than putting her to bed.  I 
hesitated about going back downstairs - the hi-fi was still turned 
on, but that is usual for me, I often leave it on for days.  Pippa 
sensed my indecision and asked me to join her.  I thought it fair 
that I should also be scrupulosuly clean for her and reminded her 
what she had told me about wanting to be clean for Daddy.  So I 
asked her to be patient whilst I had a quick shower.  Five minutes 
after that I was climbing into bed with her.  Momentarily we each 
looked at the other and then we were in each others arms.  She clung 
to me.  Her little body was so small, I could cover her bottom with 
one hand.  My feelings of tenderness spilt over and without any 
control I burst into tears.  Pippa was so startled she sprang away 
to look at me.  I tried to explain how I was so overcome with love 
for her.  Looking back, it was also all my repressed feelings of 
holding everything together for Pippa's sake after Margaret's death.  
After a few seconds I managed to control myself.  Pippa held my face 
in both her hands and stared at me worryingly.  It only lasted for a 
few seconds, I was then able to explain myself to her and it was 
then Pippa's turn to start crying.  What a pair!  I was now 
comforting her.  My hands wandered over her, gently tracing 
imaginary lines down her spine over her bottom and around underneath 
to her tiny crease.  Pippa didn't seem to notice, or if she did, she 
didn't object.  I gradually became bolder in my fumblings.  My 
fingers lingered ever longer around her little cunny.  Her legs 
parted in an obvious gesture of access.  She lifted one leg and 
wrapped it over mine, allowing my hand total access to her secret 
place.  I momentarily stopped to adjust my position, Pippa 
immediately protested, "don't stop Daddy, that's nice!"  I was lost.

I turned her over onto her back, turned back the duvet to examine 
her more closely.  I decided it was time to try and explain my 
feelings and the rational behind why I liked touching her and doing 
things that she might find offensive.  I started by asking her very 
gently, why she had rolled back and exposed herself to me in the 
bathroom, emphasizing that I had enjoyed it very much.  She 
responded that she loved me so much, she just wanted to do whatever 
she thought would please me.  She told me that men "like looking at 
little girls things, don't they Daddy?"  I was flabbergasted.  How 
did she know that?  She looked down then as if not sure about what 
she had said.  I was both intrigued and worried.  I reminded her 
that our love for each other was so strong that nothing, absolutely 
nothing we said to the other could harm that love.  That meant we 
must be totally honest with each other, no secrets, no matter how 
deep.  She looked doubtful for a moment and then apparently made up 
her mind.  What she told me was so startling and almost unbelievable 
that I had to keep asking her to repeat parts.  Pippa told me that 
whilst she had stayed over at Harriet's (my young sister's) house, 
she had noticed how close Bethan and Linny were to their parents.  
They would think nothing of going into the bathroom when one of 
their parents was in there.  Even when one or the other was on the 
toilet, the girls appeared to have total access to each others 
privacy.  This had picqued Philippa's curiosity and she had started 
watching things more closely.  Philippa was sharing a bedroom with 
the youngest, Bethan.  The first thing that she noticed was when 
Bethan who was just six years old, was late coming to bed on the 
second or third night of her stay.  She had noticed that Bethan had 
a strong musty odour about her.  When she asked Bethan why she was 
so late, she had innocently replied that "Daddy took longer tonight"  
Not understanding, but accepting the answer she had not thought much 
more about it.  Near the end of her weeks stay, more enlightenment 
followed.  All three girls had gone for a walk and when Pippa asked 
why they often went into each others bedrooms and bathrooms and why 
nobody objected, Linny had hesitated and then asked Pippa a 
surprising question:  "Does your Daddy, do things with you?"  Pippa 
wanted to know, "what things?"  "You know, sexy things, like 
touching and kissing you, down there, you know"  Philippa shook her 
head, but felt that she must be missing out on something, so asked 
for more information.  Linny suggested they go home and talk it 
through with her Mum and Dad.  They would explain it.  Back home, 
there had been some evasion at first, until the parents realized 
that the secret was out.  My sister then explained that some Mummies 
and Daddies enjoyed their sex lives so much, that they wanted their 
children to have the same enjoyment too.  Pippa was a little 
confused, she only had the vaguest notion of what sex was.  Harriet 
and James then explained to Pippa about the birds and the bees.  
Harriet even told Pippa about our mutual childhood experiences.  
Although we had never maintained our sexual relationship, we were 
still very close to each other.  This closeness between us had made 
a lasting impression on Harriet.  So much so, that she had grown up 
convinced that true love in a marriage must include this same 
closeness with the children.  James and she had resolved that 
whatever children they had, they would allow to share in their love.  
Obviously, Pippa did not explain it quite as succinctly as this, it 
took many patient questions before I had mapped out the detail.  
James and Harriet, not knowing how I would react if this came out 
into the open, had asked Pippa to keep it to herself, "unless your 
Daddy wants to share the same love for you as we do with our Linny 
and Bethan"  Of course, before leaving there, Pippa had asked Bethan 
later that night what they did together.  Bethan tried to show Pippa 
by attempting to kiss her cunny and then suggesting that Pippa do 
the same for her.  At first, Pippa had been so shocked, she had said 
no.  She had started repeating the message from school about good 
touching and bad touching.  Bethan just smiled and answered "Oh, 
that only applies to strangers, not to Mummies and Daddies, silly"  
Bethan then explained that her Daddy loved to look at both her and 
Linny's cunnies.  She proceeded to tell Pippa more details of what 
they did together.  Although somewhat garbled on repeating to me, I 
gathered that James had regular intercourse with both daughters.  It 
was only very recently that he had penetrated the youngest.  
Apparently sucking and licking had been a part of their nightly 
rituals as long as either could remember.  
 
For several seconds after this tale, I was so stunned I couldn't 
think of what to say to Pippa.  I was not such a hypocrite as to 
criticise my sister and brother-in-law, indeed, I had mental flashes 
of James fucking his two girls.  My prick was aching at my mental 
pictures.  Pippa noticed it and started to giggle again, putting her 
hand in front of her face to try and hide it.  If a grown man could 
blush, I would have done so.  I decided to brave it out.  After all, 
if Pippa had accepted the relationship between my Harriet and James 
and their children, then what was I embarassed about?  I smiled and 
then explained that this was the natural reaction of a man to being 
sexually attracted to someone.  I then decided to take the bull by 
the horns, I confessed to Pippa that ever since she had shared my 
bed last night I had been harbouring sexy thoughts about her.  She 
nodded and said she thought so as I had a "big thingy" that morning 
in the shower.  I didn't bother to explain that most men have an 
erection first thing in the morning, I thought it best to let her 
find that out at some future point in time.  

I decided it was better to share the same opennes towards Pippa that 
she had shown by telling me of her experinces at my sister's home.  
I explained in detail about our bodies, the differences and that some 
men really enjoyed looking at their little girls cunnies and 
bottoms.  "Oh, goody", said Pippa, "then I want you to look at mine".  
With that she rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide.  To prove 
my point, I then proceeded to look at her with much more than idle 
curiosity.  The little folds of skin that wrapped themselves so 
tightly around my finger when I pushed into the entranceway of her 
vulva.  How it appeared almost rubbery, in the way I could move it 
around.  I asked her to roll onto her tummy.  I parted the cheeks of 
her bottom to stare at her rose pink anus.  With adulthood, most 
womens anus' tend to turn brown.  Pippa had the benefit of her seven 
years.  Her little rosebud was pink and so pert and pretty.  I asked 
if I could explore inside, I saw her nod her head.  I jumped off the 
bed and ran to the bathroom to fetch some KY.  I was certain I had a 
tube from my marriage days.  My wife, Margaret, was one of those few 
women who loved anal fucking.  I had the same predilection and was 
profoundly surprised that a woman would actually enjoy the same 
perversion, for that was how I thought of it then.  

I returned clutching the tube.  In my excitement I lost the cap, but 
immediately forgot about that and concentrated on my job in hand.  I 
very gently spread a generous measure around Pippa's anus.  Taking 
care not to push in until both her entranceway and my finger were 
liberally coated.  Still very gently rotating my finger around the 
entrance, I only gradually started to ease it inwards.  Whether it 
was because of my earlier encounter with her bottom during bathtime 
when I had so carefully washed her rectum with my soapy finger, or 
possibly because Pippa had a nascent feeling for anal penetration 
like her mother, whatever, she appeared to have a high tolerance to 
my finger's presence in her invitingly beautiful young bottom.  As I 
gently pushed my finger in and out and felt around inside, I could 
feel her sphincter muscle like a tight rubbery ring tighten and 
relax as it alternatively clamped and released itself on my finger.  
She was obviously not just allowing it, but cooperating with me 
wholeheartedly.  This was no reflex action - she was doing this 
herself.  I lay down alongside her and turned her face to me and 
kissed her on her lips.  Just gently, I did not want to frighten or 
alarm her.  I was determined to take whatever time was needed to 
ensure her full enjoyment and pleasure from our activities.  She 
smiled and then pushed her lips back towards mine in a childish 
gesture of compliance.  I eased my free hand down her front until I 
felt her cunny.  Very gently I explored around its folds, moving 
back towards my finger still moving in and out of her anus.  I 
needed to have her reassurance that I was not hurting her.  She said 
it felt "sort of funny, as if I need to go to the toilet, but can't"  
Did she want me to stop now?  "Not yet Daddy, if I want you to, I'll 
tell you, OK?"  I continued my ministrations to her peachy little 
derriere.  I could feel myself about to cum.  It had been years 
since I had actually ejaculated without even touching my prick.  In 
my teens, I could cum just by thinking of touching a girl.  But that 
was years ago, I was now in my thirties.  Yet, incredibly, no sooner 
had these thoughts passed across my mind than I was cumming 
copiously.  Because of the way I was lying, much of this ended up on 
the bed, but some splashed over Pippa's thighs.  She did not notice 
it at first as it was body temperature, but eventually she did and 
looked surprised.  I think she thought I had wet the bed, because 
she said "naughty Daddy, look what you've done now?"  

I cuddled her and tried to explain what had happened.  I gently 
removed my finger, wherupon she rolled over and wanted to look at my 
penis.  Momentarily I felt a flush of embarassment.  My penis is not 
very large, about six inches in length and not particularly thick 
either, but to a seven year old, even in its present state of semi-
tumescense after ejaculating, it probably still looked impressive.  
After explaining my secretions to her, she was curious about what an 
orgasm was.  I thought the best way was to try and demonstrate it to 
her by attempting to give her the same pleasure.  I opened her legs 
wide and after first studying her lovely little cunny, began very 
gently licking her vulva and all around the area.  I could not find 
her clitoris, so I asked her to tell me from where she got the most 
pleasure, so that I could help her.  I was eventually able to 
discern a tiny little fold in her skin near the inside top of her 
opening.  This seemed to give her great pleasure.  She started 
rolling, then bucking up against me.  I had to hold onto her thighs 
with both hands as she gradually got more enthusiastic.  I can't say 
with certainty that she had a complete orgasm, as it didn't seem to 
have a one time high peak, just a constant level of pleasure for 
her.  Whether she had an orgasm or not, she certainly enjoyed it.  
Afterwards, she said she understood now why Bethan and Linny were so 
keen to visit their parents bedroom.  If they had this much 
pleasure...



Chapter 3.

The next day, I was keen to contact my sister and her husband and so 
telephoned them asking myself and Pip over for an evening.  Harriet 
immediately agreed, but alternatively offered that we motor over 
that afternoon.  This seemed an excellent idea, as the sooner I 
found out exactly what was happening the better.  I was very 
curious.  During the drive, I was musing over how they would react.  
Would they stoically deny everything?  I could imagine their fear.  
On the other hand Harriet knew me probably better than myself.  I 
suspect she would know I could never report them or tell anyone 
about what they were doing.  In fact the more I thought about it, 
the more sure I was that she had only told Pippa the truth because 
she understood me.  If that was the case, then why had she never 
told me herself?  That I found intriguing.

We drove up the long drive to James' and Harriet's house.  In 
accordance with the quaint old English custom of primogeniture, I 
had inherited our parents' house and land and most of the 
investments, which was where Pippa and I still lived.  Harriet had 
been left shares in the business, but she had married her cousin 
(marriages between first cousins are legal in England), who also had 
a much larger stake in the family business.  They enjoyed an 
exceptionally high standard of living.  Their house reflected this, 
set in about 125 acres of grounds and woods with cottages for the 
ground workers.  They were often abroad on holidays.  I knew they 
were fond of the South of France and  parts of Asia.  

As my car crunched to a stop on the loose gravelled driveway outside 
their front steps, Harriet opened the massive front doors and came 
down to greet us.  I knew they had a video surveillance system along 
the drive, suggesting she must have been watching out for us.  I 
kissed Harriet on her lips (our usual family way) and we went 
inside.  There was no sign of James or of their children.  She took 
us into their drawing room and offered us drinks, a sherry for me 
and a fresh orange juice for Pip.  She suggested Pip should seek out 
the others who she thought were in the den (their name for the 
study) where they were probably watching TV.  

As soon as Pip left, Harriet looked at me and asked was there any 
special reason for the visit - not that we were not always most 
welcome, but she thought she detected some urgency in my voice over 
the telephone.  Typical Harriet, my sister, she knew me better than 
I knew myself.  I was a little bit reticent at broaching such a 
delicate subject straight away, so I hedged around it.  Harriet let 
me flounder for awhile, then cut in with "Is this anything to do 
with Pip's last visit?"  "Yes, it is", I replied.  "I thought so" 
said Harriet.  I was still unable to put the myriad of questions in 
my mind into words.  Luckily Harriet saw my mental torment and 
decided to help me out.  There followed a comical question and 
answer session along the lines of
"Is it something that Pip has told you about her visit?"
"yes"
"Has she told you anything that shocks you"
"Yes"
"Something that involves us and Linny and Bethan?"
"Yes"
"Are you wondering how you never knew about this?"
"yes"
"Are you still shocked?"
"Yes and no"  I then proceeded to try and express my feelings, that 
I did not condemn them and that everybody was entitled to bring up 
their family in any way they choose provided they do not hurt 
anyone, etc.  My voice slowed down and finally I looked up at 
Harriet and swore (something I rarely do) and then:  "I am going to 
be perfectly honest with you, Harry, I found it most erotic and more 
importantly, Pip and I have started to engage in the same practices"  
"Really" was all she said for a moment and then she smiled.  "James 
and I were in two minds whether to tell you whilst Margaret was 
alive, but decided to withhold telling you because we were uncertain 
about how Margaret would react to it.  
"But she need never have known", I answered her.
"Silly, she would have been bound to find out, it would have been 
most unfair to have expected Pip at four or five years of age to 
have kept such a secret from her own mother, if you had started to 
become involved with her in the same way.  James and I felt, much as 
we wanted to confess everything to you, it would have put too much 
strain on you.  You would have been tempted to enter into the same 
activity with Pip with all the resultant stress, as I've said.  No 
it was fairer to say nothing.  But now is different.  That is why we 
allowed Pip to find out.  Even so, it was a tremendous challenge 
when we actually came to explain it all to her" 
That my sister had correctly surmised that I would have been tempted 
to engage in the same activities with Pip was an indication of my 
sisters uncanny perception of me. 
"Light dawns" was my response.  It all made perfect sense.  They had 
acted in the overall best interests of all concerned, but as she 
says, now is different.  
"So what do we do now?" was my next question.
"Well that is really up to you, you know.  You've told me that you 
and Pip have enjoyed some sort of physical intimacy, if I can put it 
so delicately, so it is really up to you.  Just to let you know that 
James and I and the girls have talked this through and we would be 
more than happy to include you two in our little soirees, if that is 
your and Pip's wish".  This was a totally new slant.  I had not even 
considered mixing it with them.  My head was swimming.  First the 
image of James licking Pip and then my doing the same for Linny and 
Bethen and then more light dawned, my Harriet also!  I smiled.  
"Yes, that sounds like a good idea"
"Whoa, there big boy" Harriet put her hand on my shoulder as if to 
restrain me from rising.  "Don't you think there is one other who 
should be consulted before you go firing off both barrels?"  
"Pip?, Oh, I'm sure she'll agree with whatever I suggest!
"Neverthless", Harriet retorted "she must be given the opportunity 
to say no, if she is not happy with it  -  is that agreed?"
"Yes, of course, put that way, I agree.  Let's ask her, shall we?"
Harriet picked up the house phone and called James.  Moments later 
James came in followed by the children.  He, of course, had a pretty 
good idea of what had been discussed, but could not at that stage 
know my response.  Harriet told everybody what we had discussed.  
She was very thorough, leaving nothing out.  By the time she had 
finished, everybody knew that Pip and I had enjoyed some sexual 
intimacy and that Pip and I were being invited to participate in 
their activities in whatever capacity we chose, subject to Pip 
understanding what was involved and agreeing to it.  As I had 
surmised, Pippa was quite willing to go along with whatever the 
grown-ups wanted.  (Aside here:  this of course, is the major 
argument used by the anti-pedophile brigade to outlaw such activity, 
the usual willingness of a child to please its parents not being a 
sufficient reason to justify such a decision by the child in its own 
right).  

After this discussion we decided to have our tea.  It was now after 
four O'clock in the afternoon and we were all quite peckish.  To 
keep things informal we took tea in their large farmhouse style 
kitchen.  My cosy world was to receive a further battering during 
tea.  James now began to tell me that their holidays abroad were not 
of the usual type, visitng some sunny clime for sunbathing and rest.  
They had friends in several countries, very discreet friends, who 
also shared the same family secrets as themselves.  They had met 
them whilst visiting a nudist colony a few years back.  When they 
first met, Linny was six and Bethan just two years old.  Their 
circle had grown gradually and although some of them met only once 
per year, they knew of one family who they had met on one of these 
holidays who lived quite near.  They had an older boy, now sixteen 
and two girls of twelve and eight.  Apparently, they all had sex 
with each other.  I was not too sure about this, surely father/son 
intimacy was just not on?  But my misgivings were gently quashed 
when James said, nobody is forced into anything.  The one simple 
rule that must be obeyed by everybody is, no force.  No child is 
ever forced into doing something it finds either offensive or 
painful.  If the child says no, then no it must be.  "After all", he 
reminded, "what do you imagine Harriet is doing when there are two 
extra females in our bed?"  I hadn't thought about it.  I had a lot 
to learn.  

"So, what do we do now?"  I asked.
"Well that is up to you, you know, old man"  answered James.
I thought for a moment and then asked if Pip and I could have a 
quiet chat together.  I took Pippa back to the drawing room, sat her 
down and took her hands in mine.  I looked into her clear blue eyes 
and said "Darling, I know you agreed to be a part of their sex 
activity, but do you really understand what that means?"
"I think so", she answered.  "Linny and Beth did tell me what they 
did with their mummy and daddy - so I think I know".
"Well, do you want to do that with them too?  Remember, Uncle James 
would probably like to enjoy you as much as I would.  This means he 
would like to have you do the same things with him, many things, 
that we have not done ourselves yet, are you certain this is what 
you want, Darling?"
A moments thoughtful silence and then "Can we practice together 
first, Daddy, you know, on our own in private?"
"An excellent idea", I agreed.
We went back to the kitchen and told them of Pip's decision, which 
everybody judged to be very sensible, particularly coming from a 
seven year old.  We seemed to have gravitated towards a concensus 
that this was the end of our visit for that day.  As we were going, 
Harry took my arm and whispered "You wait, my girls are tremendous, 
you'll see"  I looked at her and replied "What about you, are you 
tremendous too?"  She laughed and with that we took our leave.  



Chapter 4.

Over the next week I gradually introduced Pippa to everything I knew 
about straight forward heterosexual sex.  I do not mean that we 
actually engaged in all those activities, far from it.  Pip was 
still a virgin several weeks later.  But at least she knew the 
mechanics now.  What really surprised me was her happy acquiescence 
to every suggestion I made, no matter how delicate I imagined it to 
be.  She wanted me to watch her at her toilet.  I once again, as 
when she was very small, had to wipe her bottom.  She enjoyed 
showing me how her pee came out.  I am not into golden showers or 
water sports so we never took it any further, but I am certain she 
would have entered into it with gusto, had I even hinted at wanting 
to try it.  Each night that week, she learnt to try something new.  
I cannot truthfully claim that she was a great cock sucker.  Her 
inexperience was however more than compensated for by her happy 
enthusiasm to try and do her best for me.  We tried her cock sucking 
me in every position I could think of.  The obvious ones of her 
sitting on the toilet (actually going to the toilet when I 
blundrered in and couldn't resist her tempting mouth).  Her lying 
stretched out and me entering her mouth from behind or the side or 
wherever.  Soixante-neuf, or sixty-nineing, was not easy as she was 
still so short, but we managed it.  I loved to lick her anus, as 
well as her little cunny.  She wanted to do the same for me, but I 
initially resisted that, but I did eventually cave in and let her 
try it.  Although I had taken extra care over my showering 
beforehand, I must still have had an odour because we mutually 
agreed not to persist with it.  
  
By now she readily accepted my probing finger into her bottom.  I 
always took care to lubricate her to ensure a friction free passage.  
By the middle of the week, I had managed to insert two of my fingers 
into her anus.  She squirmed at that one for about two or three 
minutes and then accepted it readily.  I was by now certain that 
with great care I would very shortly be able to bugger her.  This 
became my target for our entrance into my sister's activities.  I 
imagined that even they would not yet have achieved that.  How wrong 
that turned out to be!

I should emphasize that during this period, Philippa and I otherwise 
enjoyed a normal father/daughter relationship.  I would take her to 
school in the morning and pick her up in the afternoon.  To watch 
her skipping towards me, her hair tossing around in all directions, 
clutching some paper or drawing that she had done at school, nobody 
could possibly guess what we engaged in behind closed doors.  I 
would lean down to greet her with a kiss on the lips, she would 
fling her arms around my neck and expect to be picked up and twirled 
around.  Our greetings were much more outwardly demonstrative than 
most of the other parent/child greetings.  I didn't care a hoot.  
Philippa was my daughter and I wanted her to be the happiest little 
girl in the whole world.  If this meant a rather extrovert style of 
greeting, so be it.

During our drives home, Pip would babble on about some incident or 
other that had happened to her during the day.  I would listen to 
her carefully, giving her my total attention, marvelling at my luck 
in having such a lovely child for my very own.  By this time Pip had 
recovered from her mother's death quite remarkably.  She would still 
bring up incidents that she remembered that included her mother, so 
there was no artificial suppression of her memories.  On the 
contrary, with my gentle guidance I knew she was keeping all the 
happy memories, not trying to forget them.  On one occasion whilst 
we were recovering from a particularly heady bout of mutual sucking, 
Pip asked me what Mummy would have thought about what we were doing.  
This startled me, but then I thought it over and told her, yes, I 
could believe that Mummy could indeed have enjoyed this.  I believe 
Margaret would have, if given the right circumstances to have 
orientated herself for such an experience.  In any case, I told Pip, 
she may be watching us right now and wishing us to be very happy 
together.  This seemed to please her and she immediately set to and 
started sucking my penis once again.  

During the first few times together, I had resisted ejaculating in 
her mouth.  She wasn't at first very keen on the taste of my pre-cum 
fluid.  She said it tasted "yucky" - whatever that meant.  My semen 
would, I suspect be even stronger and more objectionable and so I 
always pulled out at the last moment.  On one of these occasions 
some inevitably splashed over her face and ran down into her mouth.  
She hesitantly tasted it and then smiled.  She said it tasted 
starchy.  I discovered that one of her reasons for her reluctance to 
taste my pre-cum was it came out of my penis.  She still associated 
it with pissing and toiletry.  Once I realized this, I set about 
explaining that pee is not poisonous, despite what many people 
think.  On the contrary it is a sterile fluid.  What came out of our 
bottoms may contain bacteria, but not normally pee.  In any case, 
the channels for pee and semen only come together at the back of the 
penis.  If she lets the pre-cum wash out this channel, then the 
semen should be perfectly clean.  She accepted this quite readily.  
The next time she sucked me, as I was going to pull out, she 
restrained my hand.  Momentarily she released me, to tell me to cum 
inside her mouth.  A few more seconds of her little mouth tightly 
around my prick and she had it all.  I came and came.  She didn't 
think to swallow it, but choked on it and eventually started 
spitting it out with fits of coughing.  I felt awful for what I had 
done.  I hadn't thought to tell her she was either supposed to let 
go and spit out the excess, or swallow it.  I then explained about 
learning to breath through the nose whilst sucking.  This allows the 
throat to be free to swallow it all as it comes, between breaths.  
Considering that less than a week earlier she had never tasted a 
penis, I think she was a quick learner.   

My sister kept in contact and asked how was progress.  I told her 
what we were doing.  At one stage I marvelled at the family 
closeness between us.  Only a few weeks back, our telephone 
conversations whilst fairly intimate were never of such total 
freedom and rapport.  I asked her what she and James did with Linny 
and Beth.  She said the girls enjoyed total freedom over both their 
parents bodies.  I didn't quite understand that remark, but decided 
not to be too inquisitive at this stage.  I was told that they were 
all eagerly awaiting our entry into their family group.  I mentioned 
that I would be very embarassed the first time, until the ice was 
broken.  Harriet, said that would be easy to take care of.  I had no 
idea what she was trying to hint at.  But again, decided it was best 
left to her.  She obviously felt in control and if she could 
manipulate things to ease my fears, that was all to the good.  We 
agreed we should come down that weekend and stay overnight - 
naturally.  We discussed routine things about arrival times, etc. 
and then I bade her au revoir.  On the Thursday, I made the decision 
to try my cock in Pip's bottom.  I first made sure she was well 
worked up by my prior sucking her cunny, and as usual she bucked and 
strained under my careful attentions.  I then used copious 
quantities of KY on my cock and well inside her anus, using my 
finger.  She was well used to this now and didn't even flinch as my 
finger slipped in.  I was fairly certain that her rosebud had 
stretched during the week.  Either that or she was somehow learning 
to relax her sphincter muscle allowing it to dilate and offer me an 
easier entry.  I now very slowly and gently eased in a second 
finger.  This was my second attempt at this.  Again, after a few 
moments of gentle manipulation, I could sense her relaxing and 
allowing the fingers to more easily move in and out of her rectum.  
All this time I was alternatively gently licking her cunny or even 
more gently fingering it.  I was well aware of just how sensitive 
her cunny became to tactile contact as she became excited.  I still 
suspected her spasms were not full blown orgasms, but nevertheless 
she told me it felt so exciting, she never wanted it to stop.  

By this time, I had manouevred my hard penis to her bottom entrance 
and slowly removed my two fingers.  Her rectum looked swollen and 
red around the hole.  The hole itself looked slightly distended.  I 
pressed the circumcised head of my cock up against her little bottom 
and with even more lubricant started pressing forward.  Pippa was 
leaning forward on her hands and knees, her shoulders down on the 
bed.  I could feel some strong resistance, I asked her to try and 
relax, just to think of it as my two fingers again.  Gradually I 
felt the head disappear inside and immediately a sensation of a 
tight ring gripping my penis just behind the head.  More lubricant 
was poured down between the cheeks of her bottom to wrap itself 
around my shaft, which was now very slowly pushing forward into her 
body.  I heard a moan from Pip.  Should I pull out? I wondered.  On 
the one hand I certainly did not want to harm her, on the other if I 
pulled out now, it would likely take weeks more preparation before 
she would be ready for another try.  So somewhat selfishly, I pushed 
in even further.  I was not aware of my penis touching anything 
inside her bottom, other than that very tight donut ring squeezing 
my cock now halfway along its length.  I decided to now very gently 
ease it back and forth by small amounts.  More moans.  I wanted to 
ask her if it hurt, but realized what a stupid question that would 
be.  Does a bear shit in the woods, as our American cousins would 
ask?  Either through the friction or evaporation, I noticed that the 
KY jelly was losing its effect.  More copious quantities were poured 
on as my prick eased itself out and then carried the lubricant back 
inside.  All this time I was speaking slowly to Pip, asking her to 
relax her bottom and let me in.  I kept reminding her, she could 
help by relaxing.  Of course it's easy to say, it wasn't me having 
the equivalent of a ten inch rod perhaps three inches thick being 
jammed up my backside.  Slowly, ever so slowly a few fractions of an 
inch at a time, my penis was penetrating ever further inside her 
bottom.  She was having to overcome all her instincts to tighten up 
and reject this intruder.  

Eureka!  I, at last, had my cock buried up to the hilt inside my 
Pip's rectum.  I rested her at this point.  Allowing her to 
gradually adjust to the pressure.  I could feel the tip of my penis 
touching probably the end of her large bowel.  But the overpowering 
sensation was of her sphincter muscle tightly clamping itself around 
my buried cock.  My pubic hairs were up against her smooth flesh, my 
ball sac hanging down and touching her cunny.  

I was in Heaven!  I could feel my insides boiling up, I wanted to 
delay my orgasm to help her adjust but despite all my concentration 
as soon as I gently started pumping my penis slowly, ever so slowly, 
back and forth I came.  I again held her tightly against me, 
gripping her little hips.  As my surges faded, I still felt my cock 
being gripped by my little girl.  It didn't want to go down.  I 
think it was being gripped so tightly, the blood supply was being 
held there.  I very gently pulled out, at the end it gave a little 
slurping sound as air rushed in.  I examined her bottom hole, it 
looked very enlarged.  There was evidence of blood but no brown 
muck.  It was as red as a house brick.  I must have caused some 
bruising by the friction.  I immediately applied some cold cream I 
had bought ready for this.  The coolness helped her.  I cradled her 
in my arms and told her she was the most lovely, the most divine 
creature on this Earth and I loved her more than anything else in 
the world.  She responded by cuddling me back.  She didn't say 
anything.  It occurred to me that apart from her moaning, she had 
not uttered a word after the nod of assent at the start.  Her eyes 
were wet with tears.  I felt an awful heel.  How could someone who 
claimed to love this little girl cause her so much pain?  Of course, 
I soon realized this was post-conjugal remorse.  I have had my 
pleasure, my body was satiated from its orgiastic activites and for 
the present I could indulge in a little self-loathing.  Common sense 
told me this would only last until the build up to the next erection 
and then all concience would be thrown once again to the wind.  
Meanwhile, I cuddled her and gently caressed her shoulders, her 
arms, her forehead and her lovely long hair.  I could feel Pip 
slowly beginning to enjoy this attention.  Let's face it, little 
girls of seven do not want to be buggered.  We grown men want to 
believe that they do, oh yes, we believe it with all our hearts.  
But it simply is not true.  Now having said this, I must confess my 
hypocrisy, because within three days I was back inside her bottom 
straining away as if my life depended on it.  Although this is not 
being offered as mitigation for my abhorrent behaviour towards such 
a lovely creature, she did in fact very soon learn to tolerate my 
insertions.  
  
 
 
Chapter 5

On the Friday I resisted the temptation to touch her bottom.  Not 
even with my finger.  I simply concentrated on lightly caressing her 
whole body and some gentle licking of her delicious cunny.  I could 
by now locate her tiny clitoris immediately.  Whether my stimulation 
was having some effect, or whether my sensitivity to finding it was 
improving, I could now feel its presence and was able to help Pip to 
her usual plateau of excitement.  

It was on that Friday that I introduced Pip to French kissing.  I 
had suspected that such an exotic (to a seven year old) practice 
would not be welcomed.  We have always been very concious of 
personal hygiene in our family for as long as I can remember.  In my 
early youth we used to bath about twice a week, but when I was 
around ten, I remember builders coming in and modernising our old 
fashioned bathrooms.  There were three, plus a smaller maids one in 
the attic.  After that we all took daily showers.  This became my 
normal routine, except whilst at school where they still had rather 
old fashioned plumbing and we only had baths.  This personal hygiene 
practice also extended to our dental care.  We always had regular 
check-ups and took especial care over cleaning our teeth.  This 
meant I was confident that there were no rotten teeth in my mouth or 
pieces of bacteria clad old food to cause offensive breath odours.  
I was still a little concerned about how a seven year old would take 
to a kiss where we touch tongues and otherwise share in each others 
mouths.  I first of all explained to Pip what was involved, 
emphasizing my need for her cooperative compliance or I would not 
persist.  She surprisingly agreed readily.  I very gently started by 
just kissing her all around her mouth and then on her lips.  This 
was what we did normally, except it was more extended.  Then I 
slowly inserted my tongue into her mouth, after coaxing it open.  
She quickly caught on and allowed my tongue into her mouth.  I only 
explored just inside at first, trying to locate her tongue to touch.  
I had to break off momentarily to give her more coaxing.  Once again 
I started in the same way.  The last thing I wanted was to frighten 
her and perhaps put her off indefinitely.  First experiences are 
critical.  I knew it was axiomatic for her to receive some enjoyment 
from this first experience, for this to be, I had to carry her along 
with my progress.  Once again my tongue entered her small mouth.  
This time it met her tongue at the entrance.  I then caressed her 
tongue with mine.  After a few moments Pip had to break off for 
breath.  I had already told her about trying to breath through her 
nose, but she hadn't quite mastered the technique yet.  I calmed her 
down and suggested we have another go when she was ready.  Yet again 
I started kissing her with my tongue meeting hers.  I could tell 
that she was now breathing through her nose.  I gradually enlarged 
my circle of exploratory probing with my tongue to include all 
around her mouth, constantly returning to touch and caress her 
tongue with mine.  It was I that now broke the contact to suggest 
that she should now take the lead and probe with her tongue in my 
mouth and then perhaps allow each to move our tongues back and forth 
into each other's mouths as the whim took us.  She quickly became 
very adept at this.  My initial patience and gentleness was paying 
great dividends.  I cannot truthfully admit that this necessarily 
sexually stimulated her, but it certainly was one way that brought 
us very close together.  This she enjoyed.  After a few more 
minutes, I was wondering what had made me delay her introduction to 
this for so long.  Of course, as she was prepared to allow me to put 
my cock in her mouth, she was hardly likely to baulk at allowing in 
my tongue.  After several more minutes, I was feeling very close to 
ejaculating, so I asked her to give me a blow job.  At that time, I 
didn't use those words.  It was something along the lines of, 
"please suck on Daddy's cock, Darling"  She had now learnt to 
swallow my cum when I eventually shot my load.  With so many 
ejaculations, I was sometimes cumming two or even three times a 
night, my reservoir of semen was somewhat depleted from our first 
encounters.  Nevertheless, it was still enought for her to have 
to gulp two or three times.  This was a tremendous turn on for me 
and always acted as a further stimulant, if any were needed, to 
finally let go everything.  I cannot possibly describe the feelings 
of sexual fulfilment of watching and feeling a little seven year old 
girl child carefully sucking my cock.  That it was my own beautiful 
golden haired Pip made it all the more sexy.  That I, her father, 
who was the architect of her conception should now be pouring the 
same libations down that lovely little throat was something only a 
few men have the privilege of experiencing.  Afterwards, I returned 
the favour by licking her cunny.  I had resisted the temptation so 
far that evening of touching her bottom, certainly her anus.  But 
now I rolled her onto her tummy and then eased her onto her knees as 
if I were going to penetrate her anally as last night.  I sensed a 
momentary hesitation, but such was her trust in me that she 
concurred without a murmur.  I crawled up behind her, but instead of 
my penis, I very carefully licked all around her cunny and her 
bottom hole.  Gradually she responded, but I was determined to 
ensure that as her excitement mounted, I would be stimulating both 
her anus and her cunny together.  This at first slowed the rate of 
her mounting excitement, but then the familiar movements took 
control of her.  She even started to cry out with little mewlings of 
pleasure.  I kept this up until exhaustion took control of both of 
us.  I then cradled her in my usual way and gently caressed her 
hair.  She was lying tightly against me with her eyes closed.  
Neither of us spoke, there was nothing to say.  We had shared the 
ultimate experience of two people who love each other.  I had neve 
felt so close to her.  My feelings of love were welling up and I 
could feel my eyes misting over.  

The following day, Saturday, we set off after a lazy lay-in and late 
breakfast.  Once again, we shared a loving sexual encounter before 
getting up.  This one was much more relaxed and less frenzied.  I 
think we were both wanting to conserve ourselves for the coming 
evening.  

Because of our lateness, we had a brunch, breakfast and lunch rolled 
into one.  I had a few chores to do (I hate leaving things to be 
done on my return from an outing - if something has to be done, do 
it, is my motto).

By two O'clock we were on our way in the Sovereign.  I am not 
particularly interested in material things, this may be a 
consequence of always having had more than sufficient throughout 
most of my life (with the exception of my school days).  But I do 
like cars.  The Jaguar gave me the sense of comfort and confidence 
on the road that I demanded.  It insulated me from the hum-drum 
noises of other vehicles, yet allowed me to drive as my mood took 
me, sporting or, as on that Saturday - lazily.  

As much of the route is along country lanes and I was driving quite 
slowly, the journey took about 30 minutes.  As on my last visit, 
Harry greeted us on the steps.  This time, however, James and the 
children were also with her.  Harriet has light to medium brown 
coloured hair, whereas James is much darker.  Linny obviously took 
after her father with his straight dark hair, cut in a short page 
boy style that made her look like a little elf.  Bethan had longer 
hair below her shoulders, fair in colour, but not as light as 
Philippa's.  Pip had bright blue eyes, like me.  Linny had dark ones 
and Bethan's were a shade of green.  It depended on the light, 
sometimes they appeared grey or even blue.  She obviously took after 
her mother because Harriet had exactly the same eyes.  Linny was ten 
years old, but did not show any of the early signs of puberty.  Her 
chest was still as flat as her younger sister's and Pip's.  James 
carried our bags in.  It seemed everybody was going out of their way 
to make us feel welcome.  

We settled down for a cup of tea and idle chatter.  The three girls 
took off to the den.  We were sitting in the quaintly named Morning 
Room.  This is on the Eastern side of the house to catch the morning 
sun.  To maximize this it has double aspect windows.  It is a very 
pleasant room, large and cosy.  We three grown ups, settled down to 
enjoy our tea.  I wondered what Harriet had planned.  She had 
assured me that I would not be made to feel embarassed.  Well so 
far, I hadn't, but so far nobody had taken any clothes off!  

Eventually, Harriet looked at me over the rim of her cup and smiled.  
"You are wondering when the fun starts, right?"  I nodded.  "Right 
now" she replied.  "Come on, let's go for a sauna".  
"I haven't brought our swim suits" I wailed and then realized how 
silly that must have sounded.  
"Of course not, but to help you along, we will all wrap ourselves in 
towels, OK?"  This seemd an excellent idea.  We all went upstairs 
and came down a few minutes later with large towels wrapped around 
our midriifs.  Even the kids had them but in their cases, they seemd 
to be wrapped from head to toe, because of the size of the towels 
around their little frames.  We promptly headed out to the pool 
area, and beyond to the sauna cabin.  I had never previously 
expressed any interest in their sauna, despite occasional offers 
from them to use it.  It was a log built building, although I had 
noticed it many times, I only now noticed that it was quite large.  
The heat hit us the moment we closed the door behind us.  The light 
was fairly dim from the only lamp.  I wondered if this was a 
deliberate ploy.  Of course, very shortly we had to take off the 
towels.  In the dim light, and the heat it seemd very natural.  I 
tried not to appear to stare at anyone.  I noticed that this 
reticence was not shared by the three girls.  Mine was glancing at 
both Harriet and James in about equal measure.  Linny and Bethan 
being well used to their parents nudity, were able to concentrate on 
only one person, me.  I was grateful the light was dim.  Of course, 
gradually our eyes became accustomed to the dimness and I could then 
see things more easily.  When I saw that Linny and Bethan had no 
inhibitions about looking at me, I returned the favour and had a 
good look at them.  I also looked at James and Harriet.  I was 
relieved to find that James was about as well endowed as me.  There 
was no significant difference, at least in our resting states.  
Harriet had a superb body, slim, small tight pear shaped breasts 
that I was sure her children would one day inherit.  Her frame was 
slight (our whole family tends to being small boned).  James was a 
little shorter than me but quite thick set.  I would not want to be 
on the opposite side to him in a fight!

He looked very fit with his tanned torso, compared to my much paler 
skin.  In fact, I then noticed that they all looked very fit and 
tanned, compared to Pip and myself.  We looked very pale in 
comparison.  Harriet was pouring on more water, the humidity was 
getting to me.  I am not used to this heat and longed to get out 
into the afternoon fresh air.  My natural reticence and bearing 
prevented me making a fuss, but then I noticed that Pip was also 
showing signs of distress.  Immediately, I suggested that we had 
better cut it short if only for her sake.  "OK, everybody out and 
the last in the water is a fairy" said James.  The door was opened 
and we piled out.  Harriet sensing some slight reluctance on my part 
pushed me ahead of her and called the children together and 
shepherded us to the pool.  "The water is at 90 degrees" said James, 
"so just jump straight in".  The children were ahead of us, then I 
felt the ice cold (or so it seemd to me) water covering me.  As soon 
as I had adjusted to the initial shock, I could tell that the water 
was indeed exceptionally warm.  We all laughed and played around for 
some time, until Harriet again took control and said, "time to dry 
off".  We climbed out, queueing each in turn at the single set of 
steps.  I found myself behind Linny and couldn't resist the 
temptation of glancing up at her receding form.  What a delightful 
body, she had.  I could plainly see her little cunny for a moment 
before she had heaved herself away from me.  My action was not lost 
on Harriet, who followed me up and jogged my arm knowingly and 
whispered "She is looking forward to you giving her a good fuck"  My 
mind reeled.  What had I got myself into?  Yet I knew wild horses 
would not have dragged me away from what was to come.  



Chaper 6.

We had left our towels behind, but Harriet ever thoughtful had 
already laid fresh ones out on the seats.  We dried ourselves and I 
stupidly went to tie it around my waist, when James, gently 
restrained me.  "No need, old boy, we're all family here, you know"  
I momentarily felt flustered and then thought, oh Hell, what else 
was I to do, but join in the fun.  I made a point of throwing the 
towel away from me.  Standing there I did indeed feel slightly 
embarassed, but before anything could become difficult we were all 
shepherded back indoors.  We each found wicker chairs in the 
orangery and lounged back.  Harriet suggested that the best solution 
for the present, since we were all still finding our feet, so to 
speak, was to pair off into different bedrooms and see what 
developed.  I noticed that Linny had chosen a seat very close to 
mine and was looking at me pointedly.  I felt the first stirrings in 
my manhood.  It was suggested that Pip should remain with the 
others.  James made a point of coming over to me and reassuring me 
that he would not do any penetrative sex until some future time and 
only then with my blessing.  But he assured me that I was totally 
free to do anything I wished with Linny provided I did not hurt her.  
When he noticed my hesitation, he smiled and confirmed that, yes, I 
could fuck her any way I chose "anally if you like - I hear that you 
like little girls bottoms"  This said with a laugh.  This totally 
broke the ice for me.  The others had heard his parting comment as I 
led Linny away to one of the bedrooms.  Linny sought out my hand and 
we walked up the large staircase to a bedroom.  I felt a little 
confused, "which bedroom?" I asked.  
"Mine", was the immediate response.  

Linny closed her bedroom door, but did not lock it, as I had 
expected.  We had just emerged from the pool and so we were 
scrupulously clean.  There was no need for a shower to delay our 
activities.  I was certainly much more shy in her presence than she 
was in mine.  I had a shrewd suspicion that this was not the first 
such encounter she had experienced.  Still holding my hand, she led 
me to her large bed and pushed me down.  I sat on the edge, feeling 
like a fish out of water.  But Linny didn't even slow down.  She 
simply sat on the floor and gently took my flaccid cock in her 
little hands and gently massaged it.  "Don't worry, Uncle, I promise 
you'll enjoy it"  With these words of reassurance, my mind calmed 
down but my heartbeat increased.  The words and her gentle fondling 
were having their effect.  My cock began to loose its shapelessness 
and started to erect in her hands.  This pleased her.  Either she 
was very cleverly coached in words of encouragement or she was much 
wiser than her ten years, whatever, she said, "yours is bigger than 
Daddys, isn't it?"  With that she lowered her head and sucked it 
into her mouth.  I mean, literally, sucked it in. I felt it touch 
the roof of her mouth then she pushed forward and it squeezed down 
her throat.  I had never experienced such before.  Almost 
immediately I realized that Linny was in a totally different league 
of cock sucking to anybody I have ever else tried it with.  She was 
streets ahead of my ex-wife.  I felt a pang of concience about this 
but before this could have any effect on my erection, her persistent 
and superb mouth action ensured I could never falter.  She just 
seemed to know how to play me.  The tightness of her little throat 
was so arousing I was constantly on the edge.  I was literally 
fucking Linny's throat.  She would momentarily pull back to allow 
herself rapid breaths and then continue.  Much of this intermittent 
breathing was done through her nose, but occasionally she had to use 
her mouth to get her breath.  But this was all managed in such a 
fashion that to me it was a constantly changing and smooth 
transition that made it the most erotic mouth job I have ever 
experienced.  As soon as I approached ejaculating, she would ease 
off, then start on in again, with powerful sucking and gently 
licking.  She then pushed me back onto the bed and as I attempted to 
rest my legs, she pushed them back over my shoulders and gestured 
for me to hold them that way.  This left my whole lower body totally 
exposed, including my bottom.  She then continued sucking and 
licking, taking the whole of my balls into her mouth and running her 
tongue around.  After that she gradually worked along the perineum 
to my anus.  I couldn't believe it.  I felt her tongue inserting 
itself gradually up into my rectum.  A ten year old, my niece, was 
pushing her tongue up my backside!  She then started licking all 
around it, again pushing her tongue back inside.  I have never 
experienced anything so erotic in my borne days.  She was fantastic.  
I doubt if there are many highly paid hookers who could equal 
Linny's expertise.  Whatever experiences such a hooker may have, she 
certainly wouldn't have been able to hold a candle to the fact that 
it was my little ten year old niece who was doing this.  She sensed 
I could not hold back and immediately reverted to my cock.  I felt 
the surges building, Linny just kept on sucking.  It came spurting 
out with my cock deeply inserted down her throat, she downed it 
without breaking a beat.  She even most expertly continued sucking 
until she was certain that she had extracted it all.  I collapsed 
back, allowing my legs to fall.  She crawled up on the bed, kissing 
each part of my body as she came.  Her eroticism was total.  I had 
no idea that such creatures existed.  Again, she sensed I needed 
time to get over her actions.  She simply gave me a gentle kiss on 
the nose and said "Did you like that, Uncle Jonathan?"  
"It was simply the most fantastic experience I have ever had", I 
answered.  "Surely not as good as what you do with Pip?"  I felt a 
twinge of guilt at that.  I tried to explain that what Pip and I did 
was very precious, as we were exceptionally close as father and 
daughter.  Obviously my love for Pip was unconditional and total.  
But this experience was so erotic and for a little ten year old was 
unbelievable.  I wanted to ask where had she learnt to do it.  Then 
realized the answer was obviously the result of her parents' 
tutelage.    

Linny leaned over me to find the remote for the TV.  She switched it 
on and waited for the picture and then started the VCR.  I was not 
in the mood to watch television.  However, my curiosity was aroused 
when I realized this was no ordinary video.  It started with a 
classroom of little children of around eight or nine.  There were 
about ten or so.  The teacher was a young man in his late twenties 
or early thirties.  I always enjoy looking at little children and so 
my attention was held.  As I concentrated, I heard him say that two 
of them were to remain behind because they had been naughty during 
the lesson.  With that the remainder trooped out leaving two little 
girls sitting at their desks.  He came over to them and asked them 
to follow him out.  The next scene showed him escorting them out of 
the building and into his car.  Then the car was seen turning into a 
driveway and the girls emerging.  Now it showed all three sitting in 
the sitting room of the house and the man removing his jacket.  He 
told the little girls that they could choose, either let him punish 
them in his own way, or they would have to face the wrath of the 
headmaster.  They agreed to being punished by him.  He then told 
them to strip.  He undressed down to his underpants.  It was obvious 
he had an erection.  The two little girls followed, but when they 
attempted to stop at their underpants, he told them  to take them 
off.  This they did.  I noticed that these two were obviously used 
to this sort of thing.  There was hardly any hesitation between the 
orders and their compliance.  The "teacher" now proceeded to take 
one little girl and bent her over his knees.  He then took some 
lubricant from a fortuitously placed jar and using it, eased his 
finger up into her rectum.  The little girl did not object.  On the 
contrary she showed signs almost immediately of enjoyment.  I was 
well aware that this was a "cunt" movie and that therefore 
everything was totally artificial, including this little girl's 
eager responses to the man's finger.  But nevertheless, it was 
highly erotic.  I had heard of such movies, but never seen one.  Who 
were these children?  Did the others earlier on in the film know 
what was about to happen?  Do they make an appearance, I wondered?  
The teacher lifted the little girl off his knees and stood her 
alongside him, still with a finger up her bottom.  Next the teacher 
beckoned over the other little girl, who was instructed to remove 
his cock from his tight underpants.  This she did without any 
thought and almost as quickly lowered her head and started sucking 
on his erect penis.  The man was meanwhile still finger fucking the 
other girl who was standing dutifully alongside them.  After several 
more seconds, the man gestured that he wanted to get up.  He lowered 
the first little girl onto his chair and pushed her legs right back, 
exposing her bottom to our gaze.  The camera now zoomed in for a 
close up of the little nine year old's cunt and rectum.  The shiny 
lubricant could clearly be seen around her puckered anus.  I thought 
I detected a certain dilation to this hole.  Had she experienced 
anal fucking, I wondered?  The man now bent forward and arranged his 
penis to the entrance of her bottom hole.  A moments hesitation and 
then the head of his penis disappeared up into her body.  I noticed 
that he had the decency to renew the lubrication around his prick as 
he eased it out and then carried on back inside.  He now pushed into 
her body, fully inserting his dick.  A pause and then he was slowly 
moving his cock in and out of her little body.  The camera had been 
following this at close range.  It now pulled back to show her face 
acting out signs of being totally turned on by this savagery.  She 
was now pushing back at his inward thrusts.  The obscene sight of 
this man's penis pushing in and out of this darling little girl 
should have made me angry.  Instead, against all my will, it caused 
my penis to rise.  Linny who had been watching for this, gently took 
it in her hands and caressed it back to full manhood.  
"Do you like what he's doing to her?" she asked, looking up at me.  
I had no ability to speak, I could only nod my acquiescence.  I knew 
full well what was happening.  Obviously, James and Harriet knew of 
my perversion towards little girls bottoms.  James' parting remark 
confirmed it.  This video had been chosen for that very reason, of 
course.  I was lost.  I lifted Linny up and lay her down.  I asked 
her where could I find some lubricant.  I was half expecting her to 
become coy with me and ask what it was for, but she refrained.  She 
opened a bedside drawer and took out a jar.  She even unscrewed the 

top for me!  I was about to turn her onto her knees and to enter her 
doggy fashion as I had done with Pip, but then I thought, no, I'll 
do it the same way as in the video.  I lay her back and pushed her 
legs up to her chest and taking a generous measure of the cream, 
applied it liberally to both my penis and to her anus.  I noticed 
that my lubricated finger slipped in very easily.  No reflex 
tightening from this little girl.  It occurred to me that was 
exactly how the little nine year old in the film had acted.  That 
was my last thought about the video.  I later remembered that we 
never even switched if off when we left.  

I adjusted the head of my penis and aligned it with her bottom hole 
and gently pressed forward at her little rectum.  My penis slipped 
in.  There was the usual tight donut ring gripping me, but nowhere 
as tight as my Pippa's.  I then gently and very slowly pushed 
forward until I was buried to the hilt.  Once again, I was buggering 
a little girl.  Was there no hope for me?  I should have felt shame 
and disgust at what I was doing to this little girl.  Instead I felt 
my penis being gripped by her sphincter muscle and the sensation of 
total eroticism as her rosebud anus allowed my rock hard cock to 
travel in and out of her small frame.  This would be my third cum of 
the day.  I had already cum with Pip that morning and just a few 
minutes earlier with Linny and now I felt the onset of my third.  
Admittedly, it was taking me longer to build up, but I could feel 
the inevitable was about to happen.  Through the clouds of misty 
desire for Linny's body, my total enrapture with what I was doing, I 
only hazily noticed that incredibly she was responding.  This was no 
trickery, no response for the benefit of the camera and a lustful 
audience, this was Linny actually enjoying a man's penis being 
worked in and out of her bottom.  This was the final turn on.  She 
then proceeded to cum.  She twitched and moaned and started 
muttering, "Fuck me, fuck me" over and over.  These words from such 
a young child were what sent me into orbit.  I just came, no holding 
back, I came.  



Chapter 7  

After a short rest, just lying on the bed alongside Linny, we 
decided to get ourselves some refreshemnts from the kitchen.  I 
toyed with the idea of covering myself, but then thought, "what the 
Hell".  Let's start as I hoped we would proceed.  Hand in hand, 
Linny and I walked along the great landing past the crossed swords 
and shields, down the staircase, along the hall and into the back 
kitchen.  I idly wondered how the others were making out.  After 
getting Linny a Coke and myself a cold beer, we decided to go back 
out to the pool, it was still light and quite warm outside.  We 
found the other four already out there, lounging around.  
Momentarily I felt a stab of embarassment, but seeing everybody else 
naked helped my composure.  I was certainly glad I had opted for 
nudity rather than getting dressed and looking like a party pooper.  
As soon as Bethan and Pippa saw us, they asked Linny to go back into 
the pool.  After the children had run off, I sat down between my 
hosts.  "Did you enjoy her?" from Harriet.  I nodded and had the 
grace to look down modestly.  "Don't be silly, we're all family 
here.  Come on, tell us what did you do?"  
"Well..."  I hesitated, then thought it better to just confess what 
we had done.  I told them both exactly what had happened, leaving 
nothing out including my final ignominity of anally fucking their 
daughter.  
"Good grief, you have been a busy bee"  This from James.  I 
momentarily flushed, but noticed him smiling at Harriet.  Did 
nothing shock these two?   
"Ok, now it's your turn, tell me exactly what you got up to with 
Pip".
"Nothing much" replied James.  "We all four of us came back to the 
pool and then played crocquet on the lawn.  When we tired of that, 
we came back here just before you came down and found us".  
"But, but.."  I spluttered.  "I thought, you know, you wanted to go 
with Pip."
"True, I did, or rather we all do" answered James.  I waited for the 
explanation.  
"We thought that as it was Pip's first time for her to have a sexual 
encounter, other than with you, it would be better to allow her to 
get used to our nudity first.  After all, there's no rush, we have a 
lifetime to enjoy her, don't we?"  This from Harriet.  I understood 
and agreed with that.  They had shown considerable judgement in the 
situation.  Obviously they were correct, because the children were 
running back and I noticed that Pippa appeared quite comfortable in 
her nudity in front of all of us.  She smiled a greeting at me.  I 
held out my arms to her and she came rushing over and jumped into my 
lap.  She was soaking wet having just come out of the pool.  I 
caressed her back and her wet hair and gently kissed her.  She 
beamed a smile at me.  Did she know what I had been doing with 
Linny, I wondered, and how do I explain myself?  Once again my 
sister proved she had the ability to read my thoughts, as she turned 
to Pip and said "Your Daddy has been shown all sorts of new ideas by 
Linny so you two can have even more fun together.  Isn't that 
great?"  Pippa smiled at us both and nodded.  No signs of jealousy, 
just quiet acceptance of the situation.  I resolved to make an extra 
fuss of her at the first opportunity.  Again my sister divined my 
thought processes.  "Give her one of your favourite sexy caresses, 
Darling"  I gently spread her legs to allow my fingers better acces 
and gently felt her little cunny.  A moments hesitation from Pip, as 
she glanced at the others.  Linny and Bethan were sitting close by 
and were eagerly watching us.  I noticed James had an erection.  
"It's alright, my Darling", I whispered to her.  "Just let Daddy 
touch you as if we were alone together, alright?"  My fingers found 
her pussy and continued around to her rosebud.  She shifted her 
position slightly to allow me easier access.  Oh my little Sweet, I 
thought to myself, such trust and love.  My penis was still flaccid, 
but slight stirrings were happening.  It was not through any form of 
embarassment, just sheer sexual exhaustion.  All that week I had 
been ejaculating like a young stud on his honeymoon.  In fact I had 
enjoyed greater sexual pleasure during the past eight or nine days, 
than at any time in my life.  

I lifted Pip up in the air so that her cunny was facing me.  I 
brought her cunny to my tongue.  She had her feet on each of my legs 
and balanced herself by holding my head, whilst my hands wandered 
over her back, hips and bottom.  As my tongue began its snakelike 
passage across her little sex, I felt small fingers and hands 
touching me.  My penis sprang to life.  I was tempted to stop and 
glance down to see who it was, but decided to allow the ignorance to 
multiply the sensation.  Now I felt my penis being sucked.  Not the 
strong expert sucking I had been given by Linny, but a much more 
restrained but nevertheless exciting sensation.  I was sure it was 
little six year old Bethan.  My God, I thought, this man has a fully 
trained harem.  I felt a sense of guilt when I remembered it must 
have stunk of Linny's bottom.  I had not yet showered after our 
encounter.  Apparently, this little girl had no qualms.  Either she 
did not notice the odour, or didn't object to it.  I was frankly 
amazed.  I have to confess I eventually could cum, albeit rather 
weakly, certainly not able to do justice to my little concubines 
efforts.  But Pippa was cumming strongly.  This was a new position 
for us, perhaps she thought it was one I had been taught by Linny, 
whatever, she started her little gyrations and thrusting herself at 
me.  As Pippa slowly eased her thrustings, I gave her one last 
loving caress with my tongue and lowered her to the ground, avoiding 
my little fellatrice who was now licking the remains of my latest 
orgasm from my cock-head.  Indeed, it was Bethan.  She grinned up at 
me as if to say "what a good little girl I am"  I then noticed James 
jacking himself off as he watched his eldest daughter licking her 
mother out.  He put me to shame, as he came copiously again and 
again.  When we had recovered somewhat we started talking together, 
although Linny and her mother gave the impression that they could 
have continued indefinitely.  

It emerged that their first contact with a family of similar views 
about involving their children in their sex lives, was with a 
Scandinavian couple who had one little daughter.  Ingrid, her name, 
was nine at the time Linny and Bethan were six and two.  They had 
met at a nudist colony in the south of France.  James and Harriet 
skipped most of the details, but the father of this little girl 
they found out, fucked her regularly, to the exclusion of his wife.  
She apparently enjoyed being the voyeur at these sessions.  The 
little girl would on occasion be licked out by his wife, but that 
was the extent of her involement.  There was little prospect of any 
more children.  At the time, James' and Harriet's involvement with 
their children had simply been one of encouraging them to participate 
in manual and oral stimulation to both each other and James and 
Harriet.   James was frankly sceptical when this guy who was called 
Jens, first confessed of his encounters with his daughter.  James 
had thought, as many adults do, that full penetrative sex is simply 
not feasible with such a young child or certainly not without 
causing them internal injuries.  To prove his point Jens had 
suggested that James try it for himself with his daughter.  With 
Harriet's encouragement, he tried it and was immediately hooked on 
fucking little girls.  Harriet interposed here that James is not a 
true pedophile, he enjoys sexual encounters with all age groups.  
Although not gay, he is the sort who would be prepared to give it a 
try on the basis that you can't knock it until you've tried it.  Up 
until his fucking of little Ingrid he had never thought of anything 
more than caressing and sucking his little daughters.  He was quite 
sure that what he was doing with them, was as much for their long 
term education and enjoyment as it was for his.  

James took over at this point and philosophied that it is so very 
strange that everyone accepts that we should send our children to 
school, keep them there for six or seven hours at a time to teach 
them to read and write.  This we do from a very young age.  Nobody 
would suggest that this major educational advantage should be 
delayed until after their sixteenth or eighteenth birthdays.  Sex is 
equally as important in peoples lives.  Most adult men think of sex 
every thirty seconds on average, so some research shows.  Yet sex 
must by law be delayed until they reach adulthood.  Children are 
told the "facts" at school.  They are allowed, even encouraged, to 
ask questions about their bodies, sex or any other subject.  Parents 
in their turn are encouraged to be frank and honest in their answers 
to such questions, answering to the age ability of the questioner.  
A little boy or girl may climb into its parent's bed and ask what 
they were doing.  It is permissible to answer honestly along the 
lines of:  
"Mummy and Daddy love each other so much they enjoy joining their 
bodies together and fondling each others most secret places".  But 
God help that parent if he or she then decides to offer some 
practical guidance to that child.  The parent is expected to resist 
the natural tendency to show the child just how pleasurable sex can 
be.  The child's curiosity is left unsatisfied and the consequential 
feelings of rejection are ignored.  Sex is absolutely forbidden in 
any shape or form between family members other than between the 
parents.  "This artificial gulf is a statement of our fucked up 
society" claimed James.  I had to agree, he certainly sounded very 
convincing.  I told them of how my incestuous entanglements 
originated.  About Pippa crying after a nightmare and my taking her 
into my bed.  "You did absolutely right, by giving her the love she 
needed.  Had you done the usual starchy routine of just a pat on the 
head, she would always have had a subconcious memory of rejection by 
you".  I was not certain about this argumnet, I answered "I have to 
confess that my reasons were basically simple  -  I just love her to 
distraction".  When I said that, Pip immediately put her arms around 
my neck and gave me a kiss on the lips.  Obviously she appreciated 
my statement.  

"Hey come on, this is getting heavy" claimed Harriet.  "Let's have 
one last dip in the pool and then let's have something to eat".  We 
all jumped up wanting to be first in the water.  Of course, the 
children beat all us grownups.  



Chapter 8

After we had eaten, we were treated first to some holiday snaps.  
Not quite the usual boring ones of acres of sandy beaches and water, 
rather very private ones.  He had a secret safe behind some wooden 
panelling.  This was extremely sophisticated, because there was a 
safe within a safe or that was how it appeared to me.  
"Can't be too careful"  said James.  He opened a shoe box and took 
out a wad of photographic prints and started passing them around.  
The holiday snaps varied in quality.  Some had been taken on early 
video cameras and crudely transferred to prints and were rather 
blurred, but they were obviously of the family fucking together with 
other people and children.  James and Harry reeled off the people, 
but in this way they were as boring as the more normal type of 
holiday snap.  I was only interested when they showed kids.  One of 
the blurred ones showed their first nudist family contact and showed 
both James and Jens fucking little Ingrid.  She had her hair in 
bunches on each side of her head and looked very sweet.  There were 
several closeups with cocks buried in her pussy.  There were no anal 
shots.  There were others of Linny, a very young Linny, giving her 
Dad a blow job.  She looked as if she knew what she was about even 
in those early pictures.  Others showed both kids sucking their mother 
and others of Harriet returning these favours.  The whole series was 
a catalogue of their progress and the growth of their kids.  We had 
a break for coffee, and then more followed.  I was beginning to get 
bored.  The picture quality then took a quantam leap in quality.  
Gone was that hazy out of focus effect.  These were ten times 
better.  Some looked fairly recent, maybe no more than a year ago, 
judging by the looks of Linny and Bethan.  The subject matter was 
exactly of the same format as before, however.  At last it came to 
a close.  Idly I asked about the variable picture quality.  "Early 
ones were taken with either Polaroid or taken from our first video 
camera" said James.  "The later ones were taken from a digital 
camera.  We have an excellent one, but of course as in all things, 
they are improving almost weekly.  We will be getting another one, 
even more advanced very shortly.  It is far safer, as we can copy 
the shots immediately onto our laptop and encrypt everything using 
one of the several programs available.  We used to use SecureDrive.  
That's excellent, can encrypt everything within a partition to top 
military grade security, but is not suitable for the newer versions 
of Windows 95.  Now we have Windows 95, we've gone over to a free 
program called Scramdisk for our home computer, but we still keep 
SecureDrive for the laptop.  Scramdisk creates virtual drives and 
encrypts everything to a similar standard using a choice of nine 
algorithms."  

(Authors note:  more information is available about these programs 
and how to obtain them in the addendum).  This was totally out of my 
league, encryption, virtual drives?  What were they talking about?  
"It's truly simple, really it is"  assured James.  "You simply 
download the program off the Internet and click on the setup file to 
install.  It is very difficult to get it wrong.  Once installed you 
simply transfer whatever files you wish to keep secret onto the 
drive.  So simple.  The program asks you for a password, or better a 
passphrase any length up to 100 characters and nobody and I mean 
nobody, will get at those files."  I was intrigued.  "Of course you 
don't even need a laptop these days, you could even use a notebook, 
just as long as you can install SecureDrive which runs in DOS, or 
Scramdisk which requires Windows 95 or NT.  It's just an item of 
luggage carried by so many people, hardly likely to arouse 
suspicion, eh?   Better yet, you can create the encrypted volume 
within a WAV file, a sound file.   It is then extremely difficult if 
not impossible to detect."  

"Alright everybody, now for something different"  chimed in Harriet.  
Giggles from both Linny and Bethan.  James had a full home cinema 
setup with a large screen projector which was normally hidden in the 
ceiling until called into service.  He took a selection of tapes 
from the safe and put one into the VCR.  
"We would obviously get better quality from a laserdisk, but they 
need professional stamping equipment to produce and so we are 
limited to tape for the present.  The future will either be Digital 
VHS or recordable DVD.  I think these are pretty good, though."

The show opened with several cheap kiddy porn movies.  I had heard 
news reports where police had raided premises and confiscated 
quantities of kiddy porn, but until that afternoon with Linny, I had 
never seen a kiddy porn video.  I asked James was his collection all 
kiddy porn.  "Oh good gracious no" he answered.  "But I must take 
the greatest precaution with the kiddy porn, so I only show it to 
special friends  -  and now family" he added, grinning at me 
mischievously.  My puritanical roots suggested that it was surely 
wrong to show this with the children present.  I had to wrestle with 
this one until I reasoned that watching porn is hardly a greater 
moral danger to them than actually practising what they see on 
screen.  Yes, the more I thought about it, the more I thought that 
so much hypocrisy surrounds sex with children.  Maybe James and 
Harriet had it right.  Forget the cant, just let it all hang out.  

James then changed the cassette and put on something else.  He 
winked at Harriet, which I was not supposed to see, I believe.  This 
movie was obviously made to a much better standard than the others.  
It opened with a clear screen showing a countryside background which 
constantly melted and changed.  The views were of typical English 
meadows, hedgerows, woods, rolling countryside, etc.  It was 
certainly restful and mood setting.  The final introductory scene 
showed some gentle hillside and woods in the distance.  The camera 
panned around to find two little girls walking along hand in hand.  
They wore pretty floral dresses and skipped happily towards the 
camera.  It was only when they were almost on top of the camera that 
I realized with a tremendous shock it was Linny and Bethan.  God 
help us, I thought, he's put his own flesh and blood into a kiddy 
porn movie.  I turned with a horrified face towards James and 
Harriet, but both quickly hushed me up and turned back to the screen 
quite indifferent to my plight.  The two children passed by and as 
the camera panned following them, a cottage came into view.  It was 
an archetypal English country cottage, with hollyhocks and sun 
flowers towering around the front gate.  A man was working in the 
garden and looked up as the children approached.  He waved and they 
came over to talk with him.  He was an old man, with grey hair.  He 
was dressed like a typical farm labourer that would be working the 
estate for James.  I hesitated about asking them any further 
questions about who he was, for fear of triggering the same rebuff 
as last time.  So I concentrated on the video.  As the camera showed 
a close up, the children could be heard addressing him as "Grandad".  
He beckoned them into the cottage by offering them a biscuit and a 
drink.  They followed him, skipping behind him their little dresses 
blowing up in the wind.  

The scene changed to a pretty cottage interior.  The children had 
obviously just eaten and the man was leaning forward.  I heard him 
ask if they had a kiss for their Granddad.  They responded by 
jumping up and smothering him with kisses  I was shocked as his 
hands immediately went up underneath their dresses.  The children 
giggled and offered no resistance to his wandering fingers.  "Oh 
Grandad, you're making me wet"  this came from the screen Linny.  
The "Grandad" lifted up the front of Linnys dress and sure enough, 
there was a small darker patch around her crotch.  Was this prepared 
or was she genuinely lubricating with excitement, I wondered?  The 
man then said, "Do you want some of my special juice girls?"  More 
giggling and as that meant yes, he took them each by the hand and 
led them out the door and up a narrow staircase.  The scene changed 
to show the cottage bedroom.  Flowery curtains around the small 
casement window.  A very fluffed-up brass studded bed with a pretty 
candle-wick bedspread over thick mattresses.  The girls jumped up 
onto the bed and waited expectantly.  The man suggested that they 
better help by taking their dresses off.  Off came their clothes 
immediately.  The man more leisurely removed his jacket, shirt and 
trousers, until he was stripped absolutely naked.  No token modesty 
by keeping his briefs on.  Total nakedness in front of Linny and 
Bethan.  They had already removed every stitch of clothing and sat 
on the bed watching the man.  His penis was only semi erect.  Either 
he was so used to fucking little girls that his penis needed more 
stimulation than was provided here by these two little angels, or 
his age was having an adverse effect on his abilities.  

He walked over to them and they immediately started fondling his 
cock.  At last it had the sense to realize it was being touched by 
possibly two of the prettiest pieces of little girl talent in the 
county.  It gradually grew to about six or seven inches in length.  
It was uncircumcised and the tip was protruding from within the 
hood.  He then thrust it at the nine year old Linny who immediately 
understood what was required, because she bent forward and took it 
into her mouth.  She was looking up adoringly at this old man as she 
sucked him.  I was totally confused.  How could this be?  Surely 
such a disgusting site as this apology for manhood should have been 
the worst turn-off around.  Yet Linny was either one of the most 
consumate actresses in history or she was genuinely idolizing him.  
He gently pulled her around on the bed and started fondling her 
cunny.  It was then I noticed his hands.  They were long fingered 
and had an artistic look to them, they were also manicured.  This 
was obviously no farm labourer.  All the clothing was just to fool 
us.  This man had never lifted a pitch fork in his life, unless on a 
hay ride.  He was now on his knees on the bed gently caressing all 
around Linny whilst she sucked his dick.  It was now the turn of 
Bethan.  The camera pulled back to show her adjusting herself behind 
his backside.  She then bent forward and the camera followed her in 
as her little tongue sought out and found the valley between his 
bottom cheeks.  I was utterly dumbfounded.  The focus was adjusted 
and closed in even more to show Bethan carefully licking his anus.  
She would occasionally move down towards his balls, sucking around 
these and then move back up to his bottom hole, his shitting 
orifice.  This little creature was performing anilingus on this old 
man.  Worse, she showed all the signs of enjoying it too.  I just 
could not take this in.  My head was spinning, but worse, much 
worse, I could feel myself responding despite the ugliness of the 
scene.  This beautiful five year old girl (she looked younger than 
her present six years), was avidly licking out the bottom hole of 
this old man.  Her older sister was equally avidly sucking him off 
as if her dear little life depended on it.  I could see that Linny 
was even then showing all the promise of her present skilful cock-
sucking abilities.  This went on for some considerable time, but 
these two were nothing if not persistent.  They kept at it until 
eventually he started pushing his hips forward at Linny and groaned 
as his small dribble of cum came out.  I cannot say it shot out, it 
more closely resembled a slight leak from what I could judge.  I 
wondered if this is the fate in store for all of us, old age and the 
inability to ejaculate and only then with the persistent 
ministrations of two precocious pre-teen girls?  Despite all these 
feelings of revulsion, I had a strong erection.  Pippa was sitting 
on my lap and of course noticed it.  She pressed closer to me in a 
conspiratorial manner as if she knew my feelings.  Despite this a 
man's cock will rule.  Proof came as my hand wandered up Pippa's 
thigh towards her young cunny.  I was unable to restrain myself from 
fondling her.  To hell with the others in the room, they should be 
watching the video, God knows they wanted to put it on.  My arousal 
gradually took over my concentraion of the film.  I took Pippa's 
mouth in my hands and turned it towards mine and kissed her 
passionately full on the lips.  My little Pippa was nothing if not a 
quick learner, she immediately opened her mouth and I felt her tiny 
tongue snake its way around my much larger one.  We twirled around 
each other like that for several seconds until I knew I had to cum.  
I needed more stimulation or I would not get full satisfaction.  I 
was very tempted to call one of the other girls over, but apart from 
interfering with their enjoyment of seeing themselves performing on 
screen, I didn't want to draw attention to my predicament.  My 
indecision was solved when I felt lips and cool hands around my 
penis.  I looked down and saw Harriet hunched over me.  Oh my Harry.  
Not since we were little children had we had any sexual contact, now 
after all these years she was performing sterling service.  She was 
expertly fellating my boner.  Her technique was good to very good, 
but not quite the equal of her eldest daughter who must just have 
had enormous natural talent.  I felt my explosion building, until it 
went off like a cannon.  I felt my jism being sucked out as fast as 
I pumped.  After a few seconds to calm down, I felt the relief that 
a satisfying orgasm gives.  My fourth of the day, does practice 
improve ones performance, I wondered?  My further interest in the 
film was now more muted.  I did notice that the "Grandfather" had at 
last finished.  He was lying outstretched with the girls either side 
of him.  He was idly fondling their tiny nipples.  They were smiling 
up at him.  At last the video faded out.  As the picture died a 
caption came up on screen:

"Congratulations Grandad on your seventieth birthday, lots and lots 
of love  -  Linny and Bethan

PS.  We hope you like our present"  

The lights came up and I blinked and looked around.  "What..."  I 
started to ask.  "That was my Dad". said James.  "He died from 
cancer shortly after that was made.  You remember he retired to 
Switzerland?  He only came over once or twice a year.  That's why 
you've never met him.  We did it especially for him and of course he 
had a copy to play whenever he needed to jack off, which I gather 
was not too often.  I think it was a nice present, don't you?"
"Yes, an excellent one, I suppose"  my hesitation sounded in my 
voice.  
"Surely it was no more wrong for him to fuck and fondle my daughters 
than it is for me.  After all he was one step removed from them 
relatively speaking.  So from a strictly legal point of view, I am 
performing a more incestuous crime than he was, if crime it be"  
Looked at from that point of view, I suppose he was right.  
Nevertheless, I was truly impressed at Bethan's professionalism to 
manage to suck at his anus without gagging.  She was certainly 
something, Bethan.  

Good grief, what a family.  Were there more surprises in store for 
me?



Chapter 9.

The sleeping arrangements were for Pip and Bethan to sleep(!) with 
me and for James and Harriet to have Linny.  For the childrens sake, 
we went up at a reasonable time.  I wanted to shower to clean myself 
up from my spilt semen and from my journey up little Linny's rectum.  
The girls simply got undressed and cleaned their teeth before piling 
under the duvet.  I emerged to see two smiling faces peeping at me 
from beneath the covers.  With no sense of shame at my nudity now, I 
strode towards them and climbed in with them.  I didn't know to whom 
first to give my attention.  I did mention to them that as I had 
orgasmed four times that day, there was little prospect of a fifth.  
They didn't care, it was sufficient that I was there to take care of 
them and make a fuss of them.  

I rolled back the covers to examine them closely.  They looked 
superb.  Bethan was a little stockier than Pip.  They both had very 
prominent cunny mounds.  I asked Bethan to spread her legs wide.  
Immediately her little hood sprang into view.  Unlike Pip's which 
was 
very small and difficult to notice, Beth's was small but quite 
noticeable once her legs were spread.  I asked her to close her legs 
and immediately it disappeared.  I remarked on this and she 
immediately started repeatedly opening and closing her legs, 
allowing this little hood alternatively to appear and disappear.  
Both girls thought this very funny.  I examined it closely and then 
compared her vulva with Pip's.  I could clearly see the emerging 
inner labia with Beth, but Pip's were much more discreetly hidden.  
Secretly I thought I preferred Pip's little cunny, but naturally 
refrained from such a vulgar admission.  I asked them to roll over 
onto their tummies.  I wanted to examine their bottoms.  Again, 
Bethan's body looked a little more stocky than Pipps's.  Pippa had a 
quite pronounced and shapely bottom, whereas Bethans was more 
rounded and fulsome.  Again, I secretly preferred my Pippa's shape, 
but must admit another man (or woman?) might choose the slightly 
more rounded and fatter shape of Beth's.  These differences were 
marginal, as both girls had the most delectable little bodies 
anybody could desire.  I parted the cheeks of little Bethan's bottom 
to examine her rosebud.  It was just a little darker in its shade of 
pink compared to my Pippa's.  Looking at Pippa's I thought it looked 
slightly more dilated than before.  This might be my imagination or 
a result of my recent activities with it.  It looked very similar to 
Bethan's.  Then a thought occured to me:  "Have you ever had anal 
intercourse, Beth?"  She knew what I meant.  "No, Uncle Jonathan, at 
least not yet"  This with a smile at me.  Grief, have her parents 
been discussing my sexual preferences in front of the children?  
Then I realized, the utter stupidity of my thoughts.  Of course, 
they had.  There was total openness within this family, no secrets, 
no hiding little things for the good of the children.  Why else had 
Linny had that video ready for me.  She must have known what was on 
it.  If this was known to Linny, then what was so shocking that 
Bethan should also know?  At last I felt I understood things.  It 
was just so much to understand and take in.  Alright, I thought, 
let's put this into practice.  "You both know I like fucking little 
girls bottoms.  You Pip, have had personal experience of my doing it 
with you"  I still hesitated over the word "buggering" in front of 
my Pip.  She nodded.  
"And Bethan, your Mummy and Daddy have told you and Linny that I 
like doing that, right?"  She also nodded and added "Oh yes, and 
Daddy has buggered Linny too"  Obviously no nonsense about using 
this word from little six year old Bethan.  
"Does Daddy, you know, fuck you"  
"Yes, but he only started doing it a few weeks ago.  He did it the 
first time with Linny when she was six."  
"Did it hurt very much"  This from my Pip.
"Well yes, it did at first, but it got easier and easier.  I like 
him doing it  now."  She turned towards me and added, "Uncle 
Jonathan, do you want to fuck me?"  I thought about it carefully.  I 
turned to Pip and asked her would she mind if I fucked her cousin in 
front of her.  She was resting on her elbow and smiled and said "No, 
of course not Daddy, I want to watch"   

What a child.  Not an ounce of guile or jealousy in her little body.  
Total love and acceptance of anything I wanted.  

Although I normally had plenty of pre-cum, I couldn't be sure there 
would be much now with this being potentially my fifth cum of the 
day, so I asked for some lubricant.  I am very concious that these 
little children have very small sex organs.  Would I be able to fuck 
her, I momentarily wondered?  The thought of failure caused me to 
hesitate, then the more primal one of entering this little girls 
baby-like cunny swept all before it and I felt my penis responding.  
What a shambles we men are.  Our desires are paraded before the 
world in the shape of our restless cocks. 

Bethan handed me a tub of lanolin hand cream.  I asked Pip to put it 
on, to at least involve her a little.  She enjoyed making a fuss of 
me in this way.  She gently folded her little hands around my shaft 
to squeeze the cream over the whole surface.  I did the same for 
Bethan myself.  She lay there passively as I parted her cunt lips 
and smeared the cream over and inside her vaginal sheath.  My finger 
entered easily with the cream.  I wiped my sticky fingers on some 
bedside tissues and then positioned myself at her entrance.  Luckily 
my constant thoughts of the treat in store kept my cockhead rigid.  
I asked Pip to try and position it at the vaginal entrance.  She 
fumbled a bit and I momentarily feared that she may fail and would 
feel threatened by her inabilities.  Luckily I pushed ahead just at 
the right moment and my penis entered smoothly.  I was not sure how 
far it could go.  The last thing I wanted was to injure this little 
flower.  Her trust was so similar to Pip's.  Little girls are 
normally very submissive and will almost always accept situations 
that are presented to them by people who they respect and trust.  

I felt my cock disappearing up into her little body.  It was 
naturally very tight.  Not as tight as either my Pip's bottom or 
Linny's bottom, but very tight.  Its tightness was of a different 
kind.  Whereas with these little girls bottoms the pressure had been 
concentrated in a tight ring, this was quite different.  It was like 
a tight tube surrounding the whole length of my shaft that was 
inserted.  I could feel this pressure around the sensitive glans 
which heightened my arousal.  About halfway up I felt some 
resistance.  Was this her cervix, I wondered?  I am not an expert on 
anatomy, but I was sure that the cervix was at the top of the 
vagina.  My hazy knowledge suggested that this could also be 
entered, but would it cause injury, I wondered?  I decided caution 
was the watchword here.  So I gently pistoned in and out, each time 
stopping when I felt the obstruction inside.  Beth seemed to be 
enjoying it.  There were no wild gyrations or indeed any external 
physical manifestations of this, just her smiling face and her 
nodding acquiescence to my constant questioning if it was OK and not 
too painful for her.  What a way to fuck, only able to go halfway in 
and constantly worried about injuring her.  Some lower life forms 
may ignore the physical limitations of such a small child's body and 
persevere regardless of her well being.  I have nothing but contempt 
for such neanderthals.  

Little Bethan was exuding some secretions certainly, but not in the 
copious quantities of an adult.  I then took some more cream and 
very gently passed it around to her bottom and gently felt around 
her entrance to her rectum.  She had not been buggered, but had she 
experienced fingering up there I wondered.  I asked her.  "Once or 
twice, but not very often"  Typical James, I thought.  Bottoms did 
not have the same hold and fascination for him as they did for me.  
By now my finger had entered her rear.  There was surprisingly 
little resistance to my finger.  I suspect her total acceptance of 
all things sexual, however weird at first sight, gave her an 
advantage here over most other little children  - including my Pip, 
I reminded myself.  I felt my finger travelling on up her back 
passage.  My cock continued its movements in and out.  With my 
finger I could feel its presence through the thin wall separating 
the vagina from the large bowel.  I gently pressed against this 
movement, it felt so erotic.  Whilst my finger was inserted in her 
bottom, my other fingers and palm of my hand could feel her little 
soft bottom.  I could so easily suspent her body, it was so light.  
My reverie was causing me to reach my climax.  I could feel the 
incipient eruptions beginning at the base of my penis.  They 
travelled up the length and entered Bethans tight little cunt.   

I had difficulty restraining myself from pushing hard up inside her 
as I climaxed.  I was grateful it was my fifth (and definitely last) 
ejaculation of the day.  Had it been my first I might not have been 
able to restrain myself, with goodness knows what consequences for 
Beth. 

I gently removed first my finger from her bottom and then my penis.  
I could feel her little sheath still sucking on my cock even as it 
wilted and I withdrew.  Ah, there's nothing like fucking a little 
girl, I thought to myself.  I was almost converted from their 
bottoms.  
 
I didn't want to neglect my daughter and so within moments rolled 
over towards Pip.  She had been watching us avidly.  I told her that 
I would one day do the same with her, but only when she was ready.  
I was a little bothered in case she was impatient and demanded we 
try it immediately.  I just could not attempt another fuck or 
buggering that night.  I was shattered!  I felt pain in the backs of 
my legs.  Was it cramp caused by sexual over-exertion, I wondered?  
What a way to go, like Errol Flynn I ruminated.  It was rumoured he 
liked little girls bottoms, too.  

Without pausing for rest, I went down on Pip.  She had obviously 
been affected by what she had seen, because almost immediately she 
was responding.  Good old Pip, her body gyrations and thrusts were 
very forceful.  I thought what a constrast to little Bethan.  
Possibly Beth was too young to experience any form of orgasm, 
although I doubted that.  I found out later that she did not 
normally move at all during her climaxes.  She apparently tended to 
become rigid.  Her personality was a little more restrained than her 
sister's and much quieter than my Pip.  I felt Pippa heaving herself 
against my mouth and tongue.  She really loved cunnilingus.  I 
wanted to ensure that she would also equally love being buggered.  
So thinking, I licked her little rosebud anus.  I was sure that this 
was indeed provoking a response this time.  I couldn't be certain 
because it may have been a carry-over effect of my licking her vulva 
and tiny clitoris.  I noticed that she was copiously wet.  This was 
the first time that I had noticed it.  When she was satiated I 
slowly released her.  I had been holding her suspended by both hands 
to help my access to her delightful bottom.  

What a day!  Surely there could not be more pleasures than this on 
Earth

  
  
Chapter 10.

In the morning as I had only partially recovered from the previous 
days exertions I contented myself with giving each girl a good 
cunnilingus session.  I also encouraged them to try it themselves.  
Of course this was old hat to Beth who had done this to both her 
mother and sister since she could remember.  But I wanted to include 
Pip in these sessions and so encouraged her cooperation.  She was 
happy to try it.  They entered a mutual sucking session and Pippa, 
bless her soul, had a copious orgasm.  I am coming around to the 
realization that she is indeed orgasming.  I believe I had some 
vestigial subconcious desire to suppress this from myself.  Perhaps 
some last remnant of thinking of her as my innocent little child.  
 
We left after lunch.  It was a normal schoolday the following day 
and I didn't want to have a worn out little girl being chastised for 
her heavy liddedness by some unfeeling teacher.  Apart from the 
physical side, it had been mentally challenging for us both.  This 
in itself caused us to feel pretty well exhausted by the time we 
arrived home.  

We had a Chinese take-away for our evening meal.  After clearing it 
away, I padded off to my hi-fi to listen to some music.  I had 
already telephoned James and Harriet to thank them for their kind 
hospitality and leaving Pip to chat to her cousins.  She was still 
talking when I had finished the three movements of the Bruch violin 
concerto.  I wandered out to the kitchen to find Pippa sitting cross 
legged on a stool giggling and chatting alternatively to Linny and 
Bethan.  I was amazed at the ability of the female sex to spend a 
whole weekend together yet still find things to talk about 
immediately they part.  How ever did society function before the 
telephone, I wondered.  

I made signs for her to finish off and she answered with a 
dismissive wave of her hand amongst more childish giggles.  I didn't 
want to be too hard on the dear girl, but I was beginning to get 
concerned at the time.  She needed a shower before bed.  

She at last put the phone down and turned to me.  I suggested she 
have her shower and get ready for beddy-byes.  I still used the 
childish words to her.  I still functioned as an adult with a small 
child but at the same time could feel both total love and sexual 
thrills for her in about equal measure.  "Can I have a bath instead, 
Daddy?"  I nodded agreement, knowing what the next question would be 
"Will you bath me Daddy, Pleeease..."  How can I refuse her 
anything?  I smiled and waved her away to prepare the water.  I felt 
the familiar stirrings in my pants at the thought of what must 
follow.  I turned off the hi-fi and then decided to help her with 
the bath.  I checked the house security, set the perimeter alarm and 
retired upstairs to join (Freudian slip?) my Pippa.  

She had been carefully laying out her school uniform ready for the 
following day.  Pippa was in this respect very much like me, she 
liked to be organized and would always do the jobs that needed 
doing.  I went into her bedroom and deliberately ruffled up the bed 
and pillows and threw some items of clothing on the chair, to make 
it look to our cleaner that Pip had slept in the bed.  I was always 
most meticulous about this.  The last thing I wanted were rumours 
circulating about strange goings on at the house amongst the 
villagers.  To help with this I asked Pip to regularly use her 
shower to prevent its non-use being commented upon.  

As I went into my (or rather nowadays, our) bathroom, I found Pip 
just starting to undress.  I went up to her and said "Let me do 
that, Darling.  I haven't undressed you since you were a toddler"  
Pip acquiesced meekly.  I took her dress off over her head to leave 
her standing in her vest, panties and cute little white socks.  I 
sat her down on the stool and made an elaborate effort by slowly 
removing first one then the other white sock.  She cooperated gladly 
at this helpfulness from me.  Next I removed her vest, leaving her 
standing in just her lacy white panties.  Elizabeth agreed with me, 
that little girls should always wear flattering underwear.  So we 
had always bought lacy little briefs for Pippa, not those heavy duty 
over-sized white bloomers beloved of Hollywood movie-makers whenever 
they needed to show a little girl in her underwear.  Before removing 
her little panties, I went up to her and gave her a hug.  She 
naturally responded.  I allowed my hands to cup her panty clad 
bottom cheeks.  Such perfection.  My fingers worked their way along 
the edge slowly inching their way inside.  I could feel the steep 
valley between her bottom cheeks.  My God, what a body.  My cock was 
already hard.  It had obviously recovered sufficiently from its work 
out yesterday to notice what was going on.  I offered it no 
discouragement.  Slowly, ever so slowly I pushed her panties down 
over her little derriere, over her tiny hips and let them fall to 
the ground.  I stepped back to admire her.  She was tantalizing.  
She showed no false modesty, on the contrary, she had felt my raging 
erection whilst I hugged her, she thrust her pelvis forward pushing 
her little sex at me provocatively.

I was entranced by my little angel.  I wanted to spend the rest of 
my life worshiping her.  I would have done anything for her at that 
moment, my love for her was over-whelming.  I decided to share the 
bath with her.  This was something we had not tried.  I undressed 
quickly and scooped her up in my arms and carried her with me as I 
stepped into the foamy water.  Our bath is quite large with a small 
self moulded seat in the corner.  The bath can easily hold two 
people.  We sat down opposite each other and then spontaneously 
leaned towards each other and French kissed.  Again I wondered at 
this little wanton beauty who could act so childlike one moment and 
so adult the next.  Her hand had fastened around my cock as our 
tongues entwined.  Eventually, very flushed, we broke apart.  I was 
beginning to worry again about the time.  The rest of the bath was 
fairly routine, except I again washed her vulva and bottom most 
intimately.  I initially was not going to insert my finger up her 
rectum for fear it may still be sore, but eventually my sex drive 
insisted on some further stimulation and I eagerly complied.

We finished off by rinsing together under the shower.  After 
pampering ourselves dry with the large pre-warmed bath towels, I 
went through my routine of applying talc to my Pip.  As always, she 
loved to expose herself by rolling back to reveal her delightfull 
rear.  I bent forward and ever so gently planted a kiss on her sex 
lips.  I felt the strongest desire to fuck her there and then, 
particularly after the memory of fucking Bethan.  But managed to 
resist the temptation.  I wanted more time to prepare her for this 
violation of her intact hymen.  Instead, I found the tub of cold 
cream which in some ways I found superior to KY jelly.  I did not 
apply it immediately but I wanted it ready for what I now realized 
must follow, as night follows day.  I gently started kissing her 
vulva and inside her cunny lips.  I located her clitoris and gently 
massaged around it and over it with my tongue.  After several 
seconds of this I made my way slowly back down to her anus.  I very 
gently tongued her all around it and eventually after lots of 
stimulation began to push my tongue inside.  As soon as I felt any 
resistance or involuntary tightening up, I moved back to her 
clitoris.  With patience and persistence, my desires were rewarded 
by her letting me into her anus without any reflex tightening up.  
My tongue pushed into her, I felt this georgous sensation of her 
rosebud tight around the tip of my tongue.  To prevent her losing 
her excitement, I went back to her clitoris.  She was now gladly 
cooperating with my penetrations of her anus.  She was actually 
encouraging me in my actions.  I could hear the familiar mewlings.  
Strange I never noticed that sound when I stimulated her clit alone.  
Then she would gyrate and thrust it at me aggressively wanting more.  
When I included her anus in this stimulation she tended to be 
slightly less active, more passive in her excitement.  Yet she 
showed all the signs of total enjoyement with what I was doing, by 
these little mewling sounds.  

I reached around and found the tub, I used the usual copious 
quantites of lubricant on her anus and my cock.  I very carefully 
entered my finger.  Just as in the bath, she allowoed it in without 
any flinching.  I then even more carefully tried entering two 
fingers to prepare her for what was to follow.  Surprisingly, she 
accepted them almost gladly.  Was my Pip going to turn out like her 
Mum and truly enjoy, as opposed to just tolerating, anal 
stimulation?  She was showing all the signs of that tendency,  More 
lubricant (I should have bought shares in the Company) and I 
positioned my rock hard thumper up aginst her little hole.  
Goodness, how could it go in?  What a time to start having second 
thoughts.  I pushed these ideas to the back of my mind and thrust 
gently but firmly forward.  Her little rectum opened and let my 
prick in.  There could be no denying the fact, my little temptress 
was cooperating most helpfully.  I had been so busy concentrating on 
getting myself ready to pierce her and then succeeding, that I had 
not noticed her expression.  I glanced up at her face and waa 
rewarded by seeing her eyes closed and an expression of sheer 
enjoyement.  Her mouth was hanging open a little and there were 
slight beads of perspiration on her forehead, obviously from the 
pain.  But her arousal was such that she was able to sublimate this 
and to allow her sexual feelings to take over.  I gently stimulated 
her cunny lips and around her tiny clitoris.  This further affected 
her.  I felt a momentary tightening around my cock as her sphincter 
tightened.  Not in a reflex act of rejection I was certain, but her 
way of trying to return the pleasure that I was giving her.  I now 
gently rocked backwards and forwards slowly, in and out, in and out.  
Occasionally whilst still trying to continue to stimulate her cunny, 
I would press forward and bury my cock to the hilt in her little 
body.  There was no obvious sexual cooperation in the sense of her 
moving her body in sympathy, just the occasional tightening of her 
sphincter muscle on my cock.  The passage gradually seemed to be 
getting easier.  The constriction was still much tighter than I had 
experienced with Linny, but definitely not as bad as with Pip three 
night ago.  The feelings I experienced were indescribable.  Because 
I was now fairly certain that she was herself feeling some 
stimulation and enjoyment from my perverted action, I felt myself 
launching into orbit.  I tried very hard to hold back for some few 
more seconds, but it became more and more difficult until in the end 
I just forced myself up tight against her soft skin.  My pubic hairs 
were crushed up against her pale white bottom cheeks by my brutal 
action.  I knew I would have to apologise for my brutish action 
later, but at the time I was beyond hope, nothing in this world was 
capable of holding me.  I just came and came up her backside.  What 
an experience.  I found her mouth and kissed her avidly and 
passionately betwen gasping out how much I loved her, totaly, for 
ever and ever, Amen.  This was Heaven.  There was nothing I could 
dream of that could surpass this.  Nothing.  

Later in bed, under the duvet, I tried to explain my actions to her.  
She was surprisingly tolerant.  I was charmed at her quiet 
acceptance of how I had acted.  "I love you, Daddy.  I knew you were 
really enjoying it.  At first I wasn't sure, but as I felt you 
moving in and out, it got me thinking if it's that nice for you, it 
should be nice for me too.  So I found it better then.  Anyway, 
Daddy, I don't mind what you do, if you get so much enjoyemnt from 
it, then I love it too"  I kissed her gently.  I looked at her and 
said, simply "thank you my sweetest possible Darling.  I love you as 
you know, more than life itself.  But what you've just said proves 
that you love me just as much.  This makes our love for each other 
absolutely total and forever binding."  

   
   ....................................



My Story Part 2


Chapter 11 


My incestual relationship with my seven year old daughter, Philippa, 
continued to develop over the weeks after our first encounter.  We 
kept in contact with my sister, Harriet and her family.  They came 
over a couple of weeks after our momentous first weekend with them.  
This time we were much more open with each other.  No more little 
hang-ups on my part about undressing in front of my sister or James 
her husband.  Their two little girls, ten year old Linny and six 
year old Bethan loved the extra attention of myself and my Pippa.  I 
will not dwell on the finest details, suffice to say, I fucked them 
all, except James.  I am not into the gay scene, although I am sure 
James had no hang-ups whatsoever.  In fact I have never met anyone 
who has such a broad attitude to sexual encounters.  

It was on the third time we met after our mutual enlightenment that 
showed how the future would develop for us all.  It was our turn to 
visit them.  Pippa and I set out late on the Saturday morning after 
a late rising and a leisurely breakfast.  Philippa and I were now 
totally as one with each other.  At breakfast we were as usual nude 
together.  She had given me the usual greeting on entering our 
kitchen, a lingering French kiss with our tongues entwined together.  
This despite our only thirty minutes earlier lying together in my 
large bed and having had a short (for us) dose of mutual sucking.  
We had wanted to preserve ourselves for the evening with Harriet and 
family.  After this kiss, she helped herself to her cereal and a 
glass of milk.  Watching her spoon the cereal into her little mouth, 
I felt overwhelmed with love for her.  She noticed my stare and 
grinned at me.  I could not help but notice how well she had got 
over her mother's death.  Elizabeth, my late wife, had died in a 
tragic car accident.  The post mortem had shown she had suffered a 
massive brain haemorhage just prior to the accident, caused it seems 
by a previously undetected carcinoma of the brain.  She had 
commented on having severe headaches for some weeks, but had put off 
seeking medical help because of her busy social schedule.  We had 
thought it was just strain or whatever.  In fact it had been cancer, 
the big C.

Seeing Pippa grinning at me in response to my staring at her, 
reminded me just how far Pip had got over her mother's tragic death.  
For some weeks after the funeral she had been almost morose, 
certainly quiet and very withdrawn, the complete opposite of her 
previously open and easy going nature.  It seems she had at last 
recovered back to that condition.  I rose and went to her.  My hands 
wanted to touch her skin.  I felt them wander over her, through her 
lovely long blonde and wavy hair, down her back (Pip shivered at 
this) and then along her thighs.  Pippa, ever the cooperative child, 
splayed her legs apart encouraging me to gently trace along her 
inner thigh up to her sex.  However, I did not want a sexual session 
with her.  I just wanted to feel her closeness.  As I continued to 
gently run my hands up her thighs, and across her waist, then up to 
her lovely frail shoulders, Pip twisted back to look up at me.  Her 
piercingly blue eyes shone with wetness. "Whatever's the matter, 
Darling?" I asked 
"I just feel so happy with you, Daddy.  I want it to go on for ever.  
You wont leave me will you?"
My heart pounded and I felt a tightness around my forehead, leave 
her?
"Never, never, ever!  We will always be together, even when we die" 
I told her.  This reassurance comforted her.  She now tried to get 
up to get closer to me and to pursue our contact.  I gently told her 
to get on with her breakfast. I told her, I just wanted to touch 
her, to show her how much I cared and loved her.  She smiled back at 
my saying this.  I gently kissed the top of her head.  Her hair 
smelt so clean.  Little children, little girls anyway, have a very 
distinctive aroma.  Pip's was so arousing, I felt my cock surge.  
Pip of course noticed.  She loved my cock.  She immediately held it, 
still smiling up at me.  Her fingers became covered in my pre-cum.  
I was looking for some kitchen towel to wipe her hands, but before I 
got around to it, Pip licked it off her fingers, grinning at me.
"Helps to give some more flavouring to my Weetabix" she said.
I decided I had better get back to my breakfast, or we would be even 
later leaving.  Another kiss on her head and I returned to my seat.  
"Come on, we must hurry, Aunty Harry and Uncle James and the girls 
are waiting for us" I told Pip.

We motored over to Chedston, the village near where my sister and 
her husband lived.  The journey took the usual thirty minutes 
through the lanes.  On arrival, we were met on the front steps as 
usual by them all.  We only had the minimum of essentials for our 
overnight stay, so there was just one small pack for the both of us.  
Even so, James grabbed it off me and led the way into their house.  
They have a rather grand house with about eight or nine main 
bedrooms, plus servants' quarters in the attic.  Nowadays their 
servants, the housekeeper, a cook and a gardener do not live in.  
The housekeeper has a small cottage a few hundred metres from the 
main house.  Her job was to administer the general housework, 
laundry, shopping, etc.  She was also always close by in case of 
emergency when James and Harry are away on one of their frequent 
holidays.  The other two live in the village and work during the 
daytime only.  In fact they are all expected to leave James and 
family in privacy after 5 PM during the week and throughout the 
weekend.  To ensure this, the house was surrounded by a wall which 
included a small private garden and swimming pool.  This walled 
enclosure included an area of about two acres.  Outside this 
enclosure, the main grounds extended to around 150 acres.  Most of 
these acres were let to local farmers with access rights for the 
family.  A large wooded area was retained by them for walks and 
picnics.  James and Harriet were most careful at ensuring their 
privacy and with very good reason.  The entrance through the walled 
enclosure was via an electrically controlled gate with CCTV 
surveillance.  In fact this surveillance extended back down their 
long driveway through the woods to the main gates and the road.  
James was into technical things, he loved gadgets.  

We went into the den, their name for the library.  As expected it 
was lined with books.  However, this room was also their home 
theatre, carefully fitted so that when not in use, it would be 
difficult for a stranger to realize its true purpose.  Nothing 
unusual in having a home cinema setup.  The significance of this one 
was in what Harriet and James had in their collection of videos.  
The room was well named a library.  They had a vast collection of 
pornography, much of it kiddy porn.  Most was very poor quality 
stuff which I found rather boring to watch.  Being a hi-fi addict, I 
wanted clarity of detail, not silly blurred images.  James had 
explained that this was typical of what was available, much of it 
third or fourth generation copies of copies, using amateur quality 
kit from early generation home videos.  I mention this, because 
Harriet had told me on the phone that they had located a new source 
and had managed to aquire a single sample of what they had been 
promised was superb quality.  I remained cynical, knowing how easy 
it is to rip people off in this game.  I had learnt a lot in the 
last few weeks.  Who is going to complain to the police when their 
top priced material turns out to be yet again, shoddy quality 
copies.  "Please, Officer, I sent for this top priced kiddy porn and 
just look at what I was sent".  

Anyway, Harriet came into the room with a tray of drinks.  Soft 
drinks for the girls and ciders for us grownups.  It was still 
Summer.  Incredibly, it was warm and sunny.  This was a remarkable 
Summer for England.  Little rain, warm temperatures well into the 
evenings.  We sipped our drinks and started chatting.  "Have you 
received the new film yet?" I asked them.  The two looked at each 
other, I thought, oh no, ripped off again.  "Yep", said James "and 
it's a corker"  
"When can we see it" I asked.
"After we've eaten, not before or you'll lose your appetite" 
answered Harriet.  The girls were listening to this and Linny 
started giggling.  I suspected she may have had a preview with her 
Mum and Dad.
"Ok, but truthfully now, please don't keep me in suspence, is it 
really a high quality one this time?"
"Absolutely, old boy.  This time we have hit the jackpot.  This one 
is a digital copy of a very high quality source.  Unlike everything 
else in our collection, this one was done by someone who is as 
fanatical about quality as you are, it seems.  I've only seen a few 
minutes of it, but boy oh boy, its hot and superbly clear.  It's not 
a tape, this time.  It's DVD.  Do you know what that is?" asked 
James.I nodded.  I had heard about it.  It was some new digital 
standard that uses disks the same physical size as CD's, but 
containing video instead of sound.  Or rather video and sound, of 
course.  "The guy who made it has obviously got some superb kit.  
Even his artistic standards are not bad for an amateur, in fact I 
wondered if he wasn't an amateur, but a pro."
"Always possible, I suppose, that some TV techie is doing 
moonlighting with the studio gear after hours" I suggested.
"Very unlikely in this case"  replied James.
"Oh well, we'll just have to be patient, I suppose" I finished.
"My one concern is that this disk is not encrypted.  A bit of a 
problem if it fell into the wrong hands" added James.
"Can't we transcribe it onto an encrypted disk or something?" I 
asked.
"Not easily" replied James, "It is very expensive at present to 
acquire a DVD recorder.  Players are plentiful, but we will have to 
wait until the technology develops before the prices start to fall.  
Only pro versions are presently available, I believe.  Mind you, 
from a safety point of view, perhaps it would be worthwhile 
investing in a pro machine.  After all, how much do we value our 
freedom?"
"Copying it is one thing, encrypting it at the same time is another.  
We need to investigate how to do it" said James.
I had to agree.  I reminded James that even at, say, 20,000 Dollars 
for a pro DVD recorder, it was still peanuts compared to a stretch 
in prison.  
"Well when you see this disk, I have little doubt that its 
possession would cause a very long stretch for the unfortunate found 
with it".

This raised my curiosity.  We idly chatted on until Harriet told us 
that time was getting on and we should have our tea early.  I 
suspected she was as eager to see the video as I was.  

After our tea, served as usual in the morning room, we retired back 
to the den.  James had proceeded us and had already lowered the 
large video projection screen.  The chairs had been re-arranged 
around it and the lights were already dimmed down.  
"Before we start, let's all be comfortable suggested Harriet.  This 
was the signal for us to undress.  We were all wearing light 
clothing, so it took but a few moments for us to strip.  I sat in 
one of the large easy chairs with Pippa on my lap.  James had Bethan 
on his lap in a nearby chair and Linny was cuddled up closely to her 
mother.  James held the remote and then the screen came to life.  



Chapter 12  

"Jenny's Party" was the title.  This did not sound particularly 
confidence inspiring, but then, these type of films never did as so 
many followed a weak or non existent script.  The script in most 
cases was nothing but an excuse for people to strip off and get into 
sex as much, as often and as boringly as possible.  Adult porn of 
the usual variety was such a turn off I could fall asleep watching.  
I secretly prayed it was a kiddy porn film.  I thought James had 
said it was, but I wasn't certain.  I remembered he had said it was 
just a sampler, so it could be anything.  

Without more ado, the title faded from the screen and showed a 
beautiful living room.  Very modern, very upmarket.  The picture 
quality was definitely several orders of magnitude better than 
anything else that James had.  This was much clearer than even my 
normal television picture.  I had never seen such a bright and clear 
image.  The furnishings in the room suggested someone of good taste 
and rolling in money.  I thought I recognised at least two early 
Ming vases plus a medieval French noblemans sword.  They could be 
props, of course, but somehow I didn't think so.  There was 
something more personal about this room, suggesting it was a genuine 
living room.  My eye then caught a Cezanne on the wall, then a Henry 
Moore reclining figurine on a pedestal.  Perhaps I just wanted to 
believe it was a genuine room.  The thought of it possibly being a 
true family scene was much more arousing to me than if it were just 
another piece of artificiality, cobbled together on a whim as most 
were.  Harriet, bless her soul, must have guessed my thoughts 
because she turned and assured me that James was convinced it was a 
genuine family sex thing.  Right, at least it involved incest, I 
thought.  That was something.  Now my only concern was the age of 
this Jenny mentioned in the title.  If it was her 21st coming out 
party, or even her 18th birthday then my interest would wane 
considerably.  I was sure James and Harriet would enjoy it, whatever 
the ages, they seemed to enjoy sex involving any age groups.  

My heart leapt, a little girl of around nine or perhaps ten walked 
across the room on screen.  She was wearing an above the knee light 
green skirt and a creamy white blouse, buttoned up the front.  She 
had medium brown hair tied up in a neat pony tail.  She had such an 
angelic face, the detail allowed me to see her skin clearly.  Grief 
she looked beautiful, so enticing.  Surely this isn't the Jenny of 
the title?  If she is, this is going to be very interesting.  I 
heard a soft female voice, very cultured, English accent off screen.  
"Slowly, Jenny, just take your time"

The little girl slowly walked up and down, did a little pirouette, 
then lifted her arms above her head.  Next she coyly lifted one edge 
of her skirt, very slowly up her thigh.  Grief, I thought, this kid 
knows how to be provocative.  Just as it exposed her white panties, 
she allowed it to drop.  Next she slowly, painfully slowly, 
unbuttoned the top button of her blouse.  Another button was undone, 
then another.  Very carefully and deliberately she undid all the 
buttons allowing the front of her blouse to open revealing a lacy 
white vest.  Carefully she pulled the blouse from out of her skirt.  
Walking slowly back and forth, the blouse was eventually removed and 
discarded.  Next she sat on a chair, but did it so that her skirt 
rode up revealing her sheer white panties.  She removed her flat 
soled casuals one at a time, which involved her lifting each foot in 
turn giving a clear view up to her crotch.  She left her white 
little socks on and then stood up.  She again pulled up her skirt.  
As it came above her panties she turned around to reveal her lovely 
little panty clad bottom.  Again, she dropped the skirt, but this 
time unbuttoned it from the side, still facing away from us.  This 
allowed her to drop the skirt around her ankles.  She stood there 
momentarily in her vest and panties allowing us to gorge our eyes on 
her beauty, then stepped out of the skirt which she picked up and 
slung across the room out of camera.  She now slowly walked up and 
down in her vest and panties.  I could now see that she was truly a 
pre-pubescent pre-teen.  Absolutely flat chested, no sign of even 
her nipples showing through the vest.  The panties were certainly 
not your usual boring variety either.  They were skimpy little 
briefs, with a lacy edge similar to her vest.  Who would buy such 
things, who could buy such things, I wondered.  Surely anyone asking 
for such underwear must cause the shop assistant a double take.  
Nobody could want to clothe their youngster in such sexy underwear 
unless..., unless, they were for sex.  I could see the outline of 
her little sex.  These panties were obviously designed to help show 
it off, not discreetly hide it.  Her little Mons Venus showed 
through very clearly, together with the peach-like crease of her 
quim.  The voice off screen was encouraging her to now take 
everything off.  This the little creature commenced doing.  She 
smiled in answer to her off screen prompter.  At least the kid 
seemed to be enjoying it, no coersion was apparent.  She had removed 
her vest revealing a board flat little chest.  Her nipples looked 
small, almost faint against her pale skin.  Next her panties came 
down.  As they came to below her crotch, she again turned her back 
to the audience, revealing a delectable little round bottom.  The 
panties hung on for a moement then dropped around her ankles.  She 
stepped back out of them towards the camera.  I quickly realized 
this was deliberate and probably rehearsed because she then bent 
forward to pick them up revealing her little cunt swelling between 
her legs.  The panties were again like the other things, thrown out 
of camera shot.  Now she slowly turned to face us, smiling.  I think 
the smile did it.  She was obviously well used to revealing herself, 
no shame or guile.  Her little cunt looked so enticing.  She now sat 
down on the same seat.  The camera zoomed in closer as she brought 
up her knees revealing herself totally to our gaze.  Slowly she 
parted her legs, then opened her cunt lips as the camera came in 
even closer.  The detail and clarity of the picture was stupendous.  
I had never seen such a clear picture of a little girls vulva.  No 
magazine or computer picture and certainly no VHS video tape came 
even close to this detail.  Remember this was projected onto a large 
screen many feet across.  
"That is excellent, Darling" I heard the off screen voice say.  As 
she said this a man came into camera view.  He was very good 
looking.  He smiled down at the little girl, Jenny.  She reached up 
to him and he kissed her hand.  How gallant, I thought.  
"You know what Daddy likes, don't you, Darling" came the off screen 
voice, again encouraging our little actress to then fumble with her 
Daddy's trouser front.  She eventually managed to lower his zip.  
Her hand disappeared inside her fathers trousers.  I could see her 
hand wandering around inside, obviously feeling for his penis.  Her 
father did nothing to help her.  My pecker was at full stretch, in 
fact it had been almost as soon as she had walked on screen.  My Pip 
was gently massaging it as I was equally gently, but almost absent-
mindedly, feeling her little slit.  At last the screen Jenny freed 
her father's penis from the confines of his trousers.  It did not 
look huge, just about average I suppose.  OK, I must be honest, it 
was perhaps average, but larger than mine.  I have only a very 
modest sized cock of around five or six inches length and not very 
thick either.  Perhaps just as well, as it was difficult enough 
sliding it up my Pippa's bottom now.  Had I been blessed with an 
above average sized penis, I would surely have never been able to 
get it up inside her bottom without harming her.  Even so, Pip had 
found it very painful for the first half dozen or so sessions, even 
with all the lubricant I always used.  

Our on screen Jenny was now masturbating her Dad's penis.  I could 
see the head glistening with his pre-cum lubricant.  He indicated 
for her to take it into her mouth.  She bent forward and tasted the 
end, then slowly licked around the head.  She seemed to be delaying 
the inevitable.  The camera zoomed in more closely to witness her 
gradually taking it into her mouth.  Slowly she worked along its 
length, then holding the base in her small hand she more robustly 
worked her mouth back and forth along its length.  She couldn't take 
it all into her mouth, she had to stop an inch or so from the base.  
As her mouth moved back, I could see the evidence of her sucking, 
her saliva was causing her fathers penis to glisten.  She was 
obviously well used to doing this.  She was effectively masturbating 
him with her lips and mouth.  After a short period of this, she 
again took it out of her mouth and continued licking its head and 
all around it.  Again, she took it into her mouth.  This time I 
could tell she was sucking on it strongly, I could see the evidence 
of this in her hollowing cheeks and the sucking noises she was 
making.  Her father was helping her by moving his body in and out in 
keeping with her movements, emphasising the coupling of the 
incestual pair.  "Your a good girl for Daddy, keep doing it, not 
long now"  This was the off screen voice.  Her father had not yet 
uttered a word.  Suddenly she convulsed as her father shot a load of 
semen into her mouth.  I could see she was trying to swallow it, but 
it was leaking around the edges of her mouth.  Well, he might have 
an average sized cock, but he certainly was not lacking in the 
ejaculation department.  I also had to admire his little fellatrice 
as she gamely continued sucking her father's penis despite the 
deluge of ejaculate she was receiving.  I could see her throat 
movements, telling me she was indeed swallowing it as fast as he was 
shooting it into her mouth.  Eventually, they finished.  He finished 
cumming and she finished swallowing.  As she took it out of her 
mouth, she opened her mouth to show some semen remaining around her 
tongue.  She put out her tongue to emphasise this then moved it 
snakelike around before wiping her lips with her tongue, taking it 
back in and obviously swallowing the remainder.  My goodness, what a 
little performer.  When she finished she smiled first up at her Dad, 
then at the camera, or more likely at the off screen voice that was 
holding the camera. The picture faded out.  Just as another screen 
opened, James clicked the remote to stop the show.  
"Time for a break, I think" he said.  

The lights came up to full brightness.  I blinked and looked around 
me.  I hadn't noticed what had been going on whilst the picture was 
running.  Now I could see that James was locked up tight against his 
little six year old Bethan.  She was sitting on his lap facing away 
from him.  I wondered if he was in her bottom.  I remembered, then 
that he was not a bottom man and in any case, she had never been 
buggered.  I doubted he would do it without careful preparation.  I 
am sure that he would have no sexual objection to attempting it one 
day, just as he had buggered his eldest, Linny starting when she was 
eight.  

My sister and Linny were locked in an embrace.  As I looked more 
closely I could see that both had dildoes stuck up their cunnies and 
each was still carefully manipulating the others, pleasuring each 
other.  Just like tickling, it needs another to do it for best 
effect.  

"I had already seen that scene" said James.  "But from now on, it 
will be as  much of a surprise to me as it will be to the rest of 
you.  Mind you, I have no idea how long it will run in total.  The 
index said 65 minutes, but I am not certain if it is all like that, 
or what" he added.  I thought it must have run for about 10 or 15 
minutes so far.  If it was half as good as that first part, it was a 
shockingly good disk.  I wondered if it could be copied.  Being 
digital, it surely could, I thought.  
"Wherever did you get it, James" I asked.
"Ah, remember my saying I knew a family not very far from her?"  I 
nodded.
"Well, this is not of them, but they were instrumental in finding 
our mutual contact.  It took a lot of persuading for them to let me 
have a copy.  As you can obviously guess, this is definitely not a 
commercial venture.  These people are not doing it for money.  I 
suspect this is just for their own personal use and to help them 
keep a family record of their daughter growing up.  She was ten on 
the day that was made, incidentally, so I am reliably told."  
"So in the way that other families keep a camcorder handy to video 
their little girl playing with a skipping rope or paddling in the 
pool, this family keep a record of her fellating her Dad.  
Interesting."  I mused.
"Yes, but a good idea, I think" added my sister.  
"Until your caught" I muttered to myself.  Grief, if you were caught 
with evidence like that, you would never see her growing up.  They 
would lock you up and throw away the keys.  
"What your doing with Pip is no better.  In fact most would say 
buggering a seven year old is probably even more serious than 
allowing a ten year old to give you a blow job"  My sister had good 
hearing and had obviously caught my muttering to myself.  
"Too true" I agreed.  She was right.  What I did with Pip was every 
bit as serious and illegal as what I had seen on screen.  The 
difference was I was not filming my actions with Pip.  
"So why don't we all make some movies of us enjoying ourselves and 
at the same time make an unforgettable record of our children 
growing up" suggested James.
"Why not" added Harriet.  "Then when we're old and grey, we will 
have something to look back on, something to do on a rain day.  
Better than watching those endless repeats on the television" she 
said with a smirk. 
"Perhaps we could persuade the authorities to allow us to watch them 
in our prison cells, they are after all, only family films of our 
dear ones growing up"  I added sarcastically and with a laugh to 
show I was not trying to be nasty.  James thought this very funny.  
Eventually, Harriet smiled at it too.  
"You know, one day, I am convinced society will wake up to child 
sex.  At present the almost medieval-like witch hunt that surrounds 
every police investigation into child abuse is extraordinary.  Did 
you know that the police staged a dawn raid on a family in the 
Orkney Isles off Scotland, took away the children in their night 
clothes and would not even allow the little ones to take a cuddly 
toy as a comfort with them.  The fascist Gestapo of Hitler could not 
do better than that.  This in a so-called democracy.  Incidentally, 
it all turned out to be a false alarm.  Yet it still took the family 
almost a year of intense Court appearances before they got their 
children back home.  The authorities just would not admit their 
mistake.  They used all sorts of delaying tactics, despite the Court 
ruling in the family's favour.  (This is a fact, the incident 
referred to did actually happen in 1994 in the United Kingdom of 
Great Britain).  Incredible, isn't it?  The cruelty of the 
authorities beggars belief, especially when their justification for 
this savagery is supposedly in the childrens best interest.  Those 
children will have to live with that terrifying experience and 
forced separation from their loving parents for the rest of their 
lives.  Additionally, the public money that is spent on these 
investigations must be horrendous.  Think of the terrible harm 
it does, breaking up a once happy family.  I am not advocating that 
every family must have sex with their children, far from it.  But 
where the parents want to encourage an open sexual relationship with 
their kids, it should be nobody's business, but the family's" 

James had very strong feelings about child/parent sex.  "You will 
never convince me, that provided the child is given positive images, 
he or she will not accept readily the love that is given in this 
way.  You both love me just as much as I love you, right?" This to 
Linny and Bethan.
"Of course"
"Yes, Daddy, definitely, Daddy"
They chorused.  
"We love sex with Mummy and Daddy and Uncle James, don't we Beth"
"Yes, and with Pip" added Beth.
"And with each other" I added.
"Yes, that's true, too.  We love doing it to each other, Don't we 
Beth"
"Yes, and with Pip"  Beth seemed determined to include Pip in their 
activities.  I think she felt sorry for her being an only child.  
Bethan had a very loving nature.  She was much more reflective and 
quiet compared to Linny and especially Pippa.  
"You have two lovely kids" I said rather lamely.
"We know" confirmed Harriet.
"Let's stop for a bit longer, you know we might as well have dinner.  
We can keep the rest of it for later.  Something to go to bed on" 
suggested James with a sly grin.



Chapter 13.


"Right, that's agreed then.  We'll watch the remainder after dinner"  
James seemed to be the natural leader in our little groupings.  I 
sensed this natural ability to lead was why he was the Chairman of 
our group of companies.  He had a natural affable manner that most 
just followed.  He managed his meetings in this same way.  A 
suggestion became a voted on rule to be then adopted as policy.  He 
never seemed to need to argue a point.  People just naturally 
followed him.  Although I suspected we all wanted to watch it 
immediately to the end, the added piquancy of the anticipation gave 
the evening a heady excitement.  

The cook had left a soup and a lovely West African curry for us.  
She was an excellent cook and could turn her hand to a variety of 
dishes from foreign lands.  This was because James and Harriet 
travelled extensively and they wished to enjoy similar food on their 
return.  The soup was a consomme, thin and very tasty.  The curry 
was excellent with many different dishes, almost a Malay rice table,  
The peanut butter and bananas gave it a heady flavour that was out 
of this world.  It was mild, because of the children, but very 
enjoyable.  The sweet was a choice of Summer fruit pudding with 
fresh cream or a French style tart.  I chose the French tart which 
was, as I expected, superb.

By seven we had finished and deposited the dirty dishes into the 
kitchen.  They had been left to soak, otherwise the food would have 
hardened and it would have made work for Harriet to clean up in the 
morning.  There was no domestic help until 9 am, Monday morning.  
 
"Let's swap partners" suggested Harriet.  I looked at Pippa.  
"Do you mind, Darling?"  I asked her.
"No, it's alright, Daddy.  Can I sit with Aunty Harry and let her do 
the thing that she was doing with Linny, please?"
"I think so.  Is that alright with you Harry?" I asked.
"Of course it is. I'm flattered.  But... umm... isn't she still a 
virgin?" she asked.
"Oh.  I hadn't thought about that.  Perhaps you had better go very 
easy" I suggested "Perhaps use a smaller dildo, or something"
"I have just the size for her" replied Harry, who dashed out of the 
room returning a few moments later with a thin pencil like object.  
"I remember I used this on both Linny and Bethan before James took 
them properly, it made it much easier for them"
"Thanks for being so thoughtful", I said.  
"OK, If you are agreed, Jonathan, I'll take - pun intended - Linny 
and you can have Beth"  from James.  
"Fine" I agreed.
We all made ourselves comfortable.  The grownups retaining their 
original seats, just the children moving around.  Little Bethan 
climbed up onto my lap and grinned at me.  I knew she was very fond 
of me.  She always had been, even before I had been made aware of 
their sexual contact with their parents.  In those, shall I say pre-
sexual awakening days, I had always been thrilled at the (I thought 
totally innocent) way that Bethan squeezed up against me.  I used to 
get a raging hard on and try my best to disguise it from her.  One 
day I will remember to ask her about those times.  Looking back I am 
sure she did indeed know what was happening.  In fact the more I 
think about it, the more sure I am she deliberately and possibly 
unconciously tried to get me aroused.  Remember, she had been 
brought up in a truly open sexual family.  There was no duplicity, 
no hiding things for the sake of the children.  These two had known 
sexual contact with their parents for as long as they could 
remember.  She probably thought (quite rightly) that I enjoyed her 
pressing herself against me.  Did I?  I loved it and I still do.  
With those thoughts, I gently cradled her in my arms and felt her 
darling little pussy.  She immediately opened her legs allowing me 
full freedom of access.  She would no more have thought to stop me 
than to refuse an icecream on a day out at the beach.  To her, 
sexual contact was as natural as sunlight and even more enjoyable.

"I love you, Uncle Jonathan" she whispered in her throaty little 
voice.  I knew this was no reflection on her over-whelming love for 
her parents, it was just her little girl way of expressing her 
feelings of the moment.  
"And I love you, my sweet little Beth"  I whispered back.  
"Please fuck me"  she continued whispering.  A tiny six year old, 
asking her uncle to put his erect penis into her frail little body.  
My God, would I?  I adjusted our positions to try and get it up her 
quim with her facing the screen.  Regrettably, my cock was just not 
long enough to reach, except to rub along the lips.  As with all 
little girls, her vulva was more forward and thus more difficult to 
access from behind.  I could just touch the entranceway, but that 
was all.  I felt a little embarassed by this, especially when I 
thought of her father.  He must have a longer cock than me, I 
thought.  I whispered that I couldn't reach her facing that way.  I 
asked her how far in her Dad managed, because I had seen him with 
her.
"Oh, he put it in my bum" she replied.
I was shocked.  "I thought Uncle James had never done it to you 
there? I queried.  My voice must have been loud enough to carry, 
because James heard me. 
"It's OK, Jonathan.  Harriet has been working on her, preparing her 
for you as you like little girls bottoms so much.  Harriet didn't 
relish the thought of you doing it to her on a spur without Bethan 
receiving some prep first.  Then I thought, what the Hell, I might 
as well help it along a bit, so I have tried it a few times, such as 
tonight"  James was most reassuring.

Grief, what a family.  I really should be used to their ways by now, 
I thought to myself.  Yet I still received a shock at the matter of 
fact way that James explained his buggering of his six year old 
daughter.
"Do you mind if I try it?"  I whispered into Beth's ear.
"No, I don't mind Uncle Jonathan" answered my sweet little Beth.
As usual my lovely sister was one step ahead of me as she handed 
across a small tub.  This turned out to be a tub of cold cream to be 
used as lubricant.  I had found cold cream much better than KY jelly 
because it became absorbed by the skin more slowly, its effect 
lingered longer.  As I opened the tub and took out a scoop, the 
lights dimmed.  In the semi darkness, I gently turned Bethan over so 
she was lying across my lap.  She could see the screen, just about, 
as I swivelled myself around to help her see it.  My cream covered 
finger gently probed at her rear end.  I spread it generously around 
and into her anus.  Very carefully and only after allowing her to 
get used to my fumbling, I slowly inserted one finger up her rectum.  
Bethan did not squirm around, or even tighten her little sphincter 
muscle.  I suspect she had been very well trained by her mother.  
Incredible.  Harriet, my sister, her Mum had trained her six year 
old daughter to allow a finger, no not just a finger, a grown man's 
penis into her bottom hole.  She had further then allowed her 
husband to penetrate her daughter in this way, probably with her 
alongside them and gently coaxing and consoling her daughter as her 
husband for the first time ever pushed his penis up into her rectum.  
Now she had calmly handed me the tub of lubricant just so that I 
could perpetrate the same deed whilst watching a kiddy porn movie 
with her present in the same room.  Incredible, I thought is not the 
word for it.  A few weeks ago I would have said it was unbelievable, 
totally unbelievable.  Yet hear I am, right now, with Bethan across 
my lap and my finger lubricating her anus ready for me to perform 
that same deed.  She had a lovely little rounded bottom.  So lovely, 
so attractive.  I took my finger out and unhesitatingly stuck it 
into my mouth.  The mixture of tastes was very strange.  The cream 
had an oilyness to it and mixed in was a tart bitter sweet flavour 
that was Bethans own smell from her bowel.  
"I hope she washed thoroughly this morning"
I was startled to see that Harriet had been watching us.  I blushed 
in the darkness.  To save my further embarassment, her mother then 
pointedly turned her attention back to the screen.  

I added some cream to my cock then turned Bethan up to sit astride 
me facing the screen.  

I had to lift her up to get my penis up against her little bottom 
hole.  She weighed nothing at all.  As I manoeuvred her over my 
cock, I felt her hand grasp it from behind her, helping it find its 
new home.  It was not at all easy.  For whatever reason it either 
slipped around to the front or the back but never lodged firmly in 
the little crevice I was seeking.  Eventually I twigged what I 
needed to do.  I lowered her back down, pushed her slightly forward 
on my knees then myself held my hard cock against her anus.  With 
one hand holding it in position and Bethan leaning slightly forward 
to help my ingress, I gently tried pulling her back towards me.  
Bethan, Bless her, helped considerably by wriggling back herself.  
Between us, I found her rear entranceway.  With care and gentle 
pressure I felt first the head opening up her anus, then I felt the 
incredible delight of the now familiar donut ring tightness of her 
little bottom hole tightly grasping my cockhead.  More easing 
forward and I felt my cock now slip forward into little Bethan's 
body.  I stopped momentarily at this point to relieve her of further 
stretching pressure and pain.  I hesitated in asking her if she was 
comfortable.  I knew just how painful it must be for her.  Bethan 
very bravely allowed my penetration with amazing stoicism.  I 
listened to hear if she was crying or moaning, as my Pip did on the 
first half dozen or so couplings.  By now the movie was well started 
and the sounds from the screen were drowning any small sounds 
escaping little Bethan.  I had been so engrossed in my desire to 
fuck Bethan's bottom that I had not even noticed the movie starting.  
As I felt my cock make more progress up into her bowel, I tried 
concentrating on the movie.  The sweet sensation of the tight little 
ring surrounding my cock around three quarters fully in was 
distracting me from the movie.  Try as I might, this so erotic (to 
me) sensation drowned out any other.  I found my brain was so 
stimulated by the action of anally penetrating Beth, nothing else in 
the world mattered.  It might as well have been the News telling me 
World War 3 had just broken out for all I cared.  

Moments passed and my penis slowly snaked its way right up into 
Bethan's bowels.  We were now tightly locked together, like a dog 
and a bitch, except I was using her nether hole, not her vagina.  I 
was meanwhile very gently caressing her vulva lips.  I had found her 
clitoris, which was much more prominent than my daughter's.  I could 
feel it slowly expanding under my ministrations.  Who said little 
girls could not react to sexual stimulation?  What utter nonsense.  
Here was I fully penetrating the sweet little bottom of my angel and 
despite her discomfiture, her pain, I could feel her little clitoris 
responding to my touch.  I felt back under her along her perineum 
towards her bottom.  I could only feel part of the way because our 
juncture was so tight.  I took a smearing of some of the excess 
lubricant and used it around her inner lips.  Bethan was not a 
virgin, far from it.  I had already fucked her myself several weeks 
ago (see part 1) and her father had had her many times before that.  
Doubtless my sister had used a small dildo on her as well.  
Nevertheless, I still found it a little difficult to push my finger 
up inside her pussy.  I have to confess that part of this is because 
I could never rape a child.  I must have her at least silent 
cooperation before I can penetrate them.  Any protestations or 
pushing me away and I would desist immediately.  Now I could feel 
her little love tunnel.  The angle made it a little awkward for me, 
but eventually and with persistence I managed to push one of my 
forefingers up as far as it would go.  My cock was fully embedded in 
her rear and one of my digits was fully embedded in her vagina.  I 
slowly and gently used my finger to feel back towards my cock.  I 
could easily feel its bulging presence through the thin lining of 
her little vagina.  My cocks presence was pushing this wall back and 
making her vagina even tighter around my finger.  The eroticism of 
the moment was causing me to start to erupt.  I tried holding back, 
but then realized it was a lost cause, so I just pushed even more 
tightly into her bottom and let nature take its course.  I felt my 
spurts were slightly inhibited because of the tightness gripping the 
base of my cock.  Despite this, I felt the relief of my orgasm.  I 
whispered in my little lover's ear how much she had pleased me and 
how wonderful it was to fuck her tight little bottom.  A grown man 
in his thirties was saying these words to a little child only just 
out of kindergarten.  Grief, what was I?  A monster?  A despicable 
reprobate?  A piece of filth that was not worthy to lick the feet of 
any decent woman?  Many would say so.  Yet my little Bethan just 
twisted around and grinned at me, then tried to kiss me.  She 
managed to kiss my shoulder.  I responded by planting lots of quick 
pecks all over her head.  

Now my orgasm was over, my cock was slowly losing some of its 
substance.  It was still sufficiently hard however to remain up 
inside her.  I wanted it to remain there for as long as I could.  I 
had no idea what was going on in the movie.  I decided to try and 
pay attention.



Chapter 14

It appeared I had not yet missed any sex scenes.  At least I did not 
think so.  The room was a large dining room.  There were many little 
girls of similar age to the previous star of the movie.  They were 
in party dresses and wore the usual party hats.  They all looked 
very desirable, even now in my post orgasmic state.  I felt my cock 
twitching.  It had been years since I had managed two erections in 
straight succession.  In my teens I had managed three or more with 
girls of similar age to myself.  Strange, I thought to myself, how 
my age of preference has gone down as my own age has risen.  
Although they were pretty, I was beginning to feel it had gone on 
long enough.  When was the action going to start?  Someone making 
the movie must have been clairvoyant because one of the grownups 
lingering in the backgroaund asked if they were all finished and 
ready for some games.  They all shouted "yes" and got up hurriedly 
lest they miss the something.  They were shooed out of the dining 
room and the scene faded.  The next scene showed what looked like a 
playroom.  I could see some comfortable looking casual furniture and 
lots of schoolroom type artwork pictures taped to the walls.  There 
was a very large rocking horse in one corner of the room with one of 
the little pre-teens busily enjoying herself on it.  The others, 
about six or seven were sitting in a semi circle in front of a 
clown.  He was doing the usual party tricks of finding things in 
their hair, etc.  Then he suggested that they play a new game.  It 
was called "Beat the Clock".  He led them over to a large cabinet 
with a glass door at the front.  There was a small seat inside the 
cabinet and what looked like some sort of contraption above it.  He 
explained that there was a risk of them getting themselves wet and 
dirty playing this game, so anyone who didn't want to, could just 
watch instead.  Any who wanted to play had to change into a bathing 
costume.  The clincher was when he added that everybody who played 
would win a prize to take home.  He opened a bag and took out a 
collection of one piece bathing costumes and shower caps.  He told 
them they could change there.  He would be back as soon as they were 
ready.  Before the scene closed and the clown had left (who I 
suspected was actually Jenny's Daddy), many of the little girls were 
already hurriedly slipping out of their dresses.  The scene faded 
out.  Back up again and all the children had changed into the 
bathing costumes, with each girl wearing one of the bathing hats 
provided.  They seemed to fit reasonably well, suggesting that some 
research might have been done prior to the party.  The game, it 
seems, consisted of each child in turn going into the cabinet and 
being asked little riddles.  They had to give the correct answer or 
they were doused with what looked like a mixture of coloured slimy 
jelly.  Of course, irrespective of the answers and among the shrieks 
of laughter of the other watching children, each victim had a small 
bucketful of this jelly substance emtied on to them, then to emerge 
to be given an expensive cuddly toy of the sort sold at DisneyWorld.  
Each was a representation of a famous Disney character.  To keep the 
toys clean, they were simply shown their winnings and a little note 
with their name on it was pinned to the toy.  Of course, very soon 
all the children were totally covered in this slime and paint.  I 
was intrigued to find out how these little children would be cleaned 
up in time for collection by their doting parents after the party.  

Of course, I might have guessed.  This was just a scam to get these 
little sweet hearts to take a shower before going home.  The next 
scene confirmed this.  I suspected quite strongly that these next 
scenes were filmed without the children's knowledge, probably via 
one way mirrors in the very large and luxurious bathroom they were 
to use.  The method was for the lady with the off screen voice to 
accompany each little girl in turn into the shower to check she was 
scrupulously clean.  The camera scenes had been carefully edited 
together to show a little girl coming into the bathroom, having her 
bathing costume (but not her shower hat) taken off.  It soon became 
obvious that the careful turning to and fro to inspect how much 
slimy jelly and paint covered her body was just to ensure her body 
was shown off to the hidden camera.  She was then taken into the 
large shower and carefully washed.  There must have been several 
cameras mounted at different heights, some wide angle, some for 
close ups of the little pre-teens.  The children were each paraded 
for this close up camera in such a way that the lady contrived to 
clean their little vulvas and bottoms so carefully that there was 
ample opportunities to view these little delights in all their 
natural glory.  There then followed close up after close up of each 
little girl's body, her vulva, her bottom and anus.  The party Jenny 
was the last to be showered.  She was obviously privvy to what was 
going on because she smiled at the camera then momentarily stuck out 
her tongue in the way little pre-teens do followed by a delightful 
giggle.  When they had all been showered, the movie ran a slow 
motion of each close up once again.  It was an amazing and 
intriguing sight.  Every one of these girls was a looker.  Each was 
a delight on the eye.  Yet each was different in subtle ways in 
their deportment and particularly in their little bodies and sexual 
organs.  Not one had any pubic hair, most had no breast development 
either.  One or two had the outward evidence of enlarging nipples, 
suggesting the earliest stages of the onset of puberty.

The final scene showed them being collected by their unsuspecting 
parents, each clutching their prize and being driven off, some in 
chauffeur driven limousines.  I momentarily wondered what the 
collective legal bill and damage awards would have been had these 
parents known what invasion of privacy had been performed on their 
offspring.  Incredible, yet it had all the appearances of being a 
true party with genuine unsuspecting guests.  

I thought it was all over and started to disentangle myself from my 
little victim, but then once more the scene changed back to a 
bedroom.  I settled back down again, my semi turgid organ still 
embedded in Bethan.  

The scene was a very large bedroom.  There was a large mirror behind 
the bed.  The furnishings suggested a high standard of living.  The 
little Jenny came into the shot wearing nothing but the shower cap.  
I had never before realized how much a persons looks are affected by 
their hair.  Each of the little party girls had been transformed 
once she had donned her cap.  Yet in some intriguing way, it seemed 
to make her even more sexually desirable.  Her total baldness, head 
to foot, accentuated her vulnerability.  Now here was Jenny, totally 
nude, but for this shower cap.  She rolled onto the bed and 
stretched out obviously awaiting someone.  
"Did you enjoy your party, Darling" 
this spoken by the lady who had been behind the camera in the early 
scenes.  She now walked up to and climbed onto the bed, completely 
nude, next to her daughter.  At least I assumed it was her daughter.  
The next words confirmed my thoughts.  
"Oh, yes Mummy.  It was simply marvellous.  I can't wait 'til next 
year" 
"Well, Darling, it isn't over yet.  We want you to have a really 
good time before you go to sleep tonight.  We want to be absoutely 
certain that you enjoy yourself, heh?"
"Goody, yes" was the enthusiastic answer.

The lady, I hesitate to call her "woman", she so obviously had that 
quintessentially British characteristic of breeding, now opened one 
of the side drawers and took out two small dildoes.  Ah, I thought, 
she is going to join in, perhaps similar to what Harry does with a 
child.  Then I noticed that neither were particularly large dildoes.  
I would have thought she would have been not averse to enjoying 
something more in keeping with her so obvious sexual appetite, in 
other words something larger. She gently rolled Jenny over onto her 
back and spread her legs.  Then without any more preparation quickly 
sank down onto Jenny's sex.  The camera followed her and showed her 
tonguing her little daughter's cunt.  She then rolled her legs back 
and continued licking her perineum, the skin between her vulva and 
her anus.  She gradually moved further along until she was tonguing 
her daughter's anus.  I could see her tongue pushing into her 
daughter's rectum.  She then took one of the dildoes and carefully 
licked along its length and all around it before she positioned it 
at the little girls back passage and gently thrust it up inside.  I 
was truly surprised at her apparent roughness, but Jenny took it 
without a murmer.  She had quite obviously had this done to her many 
times previously.  With her legs folded back, the mother now 
continued her actions on her daughter's front sex.  Again, she took 
the other dildo and wet it with her tongue prior to gently sliding 
it up inside her daughter.  The little girl lay there violated in 
both entrances, whilst the mother moved both diloes in unison in and 
out of her little girl's body.  The child did not show any sign of 
any sexual response, but neither did she show any signs of distress.  
She just lay there passively accepting what was being done to her.  
After a few more minutes of this, the lady looked up at the camera 
and spoke: 
"I think she's ready for you now, Daddy"  
The scene faded and then came back.  The scene change was obviously 
to allow the camera to be handed to the mother as it now showed 
Jenny's father approaching his daughter.  All he wore were a pair of 
briefs.  He indicated to Jenny that she should remove them.  With 
the two dildoes sticking out of her frail body in an obscene way, 
Jenny leaned over and folded her Dad's briefs down over his erect 
penis.  As they were removed, he came onto the bed and lay near her.  
He next moved himself such that his penis was approaching her mouth.  
The little Jenny needed no encouragement.  She understood the 
signals.  She quietly took the man's penis in her small hands and 
fed it into her mouth.  Incredibly, she obviously doted on her Dad.  
She was staring up at him all the time whilst she sucked his cock.  
Meanwhile, the off screen voice of her mother was offering her 
daughter encouragments:
"That's such a good little girl for your Daddy, Darling.  You know 
he loves his little girls mouth.  But he loves something else 
doesn't he, Darling?" she asked rhetorically.  The little girl took 
her Daddy's penis from her mouth and looked at the camera.  
"Yes, he loves to fuck me, doesn't he Mummy?"
"That's right, Darling.  Now you offer him your little cunny.  It 
should be nice and ready for your Daddy's big old cock by now.  Is 
it ready, my Darling?"
"Oh, yes, Mummy.  I want my Daddy to fuck me and fuck me.  It is my 
Birthday, so I can ask for anything I like, can't I, Mummy?"
"Of course you can, Darling" was her Mummy's reply.
"Well I want him to fuck me everywhere.  In my cunt and in my 
bottom, too".
"I am sure Daddy will oblige, won't you Daddy?"
The father did not reply except with a grunt.  He proceeded to 
stretch out over his little daughter and slowly removed the dildoes 
from her vagina and bottom.  Next he positioned his cock at the 
entrance to his daughters little cunt.  Gradually he fed first just 
the tip, then an inch at a time until the whole length of his cock 
penetrated his daughter's quim.  Amazing.  He was now moving in and 
out of her body.  As he became more enraptured, he cupped his hands 
underneath her buttocks.  She then folded her little legs around her 
father's much larger torso.  The sight was a shocking one.  Totally 
obscene, yet it had caused my cock to expand again to full strength.  
Bethan had noticed and was squirming against me.  Just as I thought 
he must ejaculate, he slowed his pace.
"That's good, Dear.  Don't forget she wants you to fuck her bottom 
too"  
With that reminder, her father reluctantly and slowly pulled out of 
his daughters vagina.  There was a little sucking noise as it 
exited, as air previously forced out, rushed back in.  He then went 
down on her little sex.  The camera showed his tongue moving up and 
down in a most lascivious manner all over and around her crack.  He 
paid particular attention to her hooded clitty.  One day it would 
emerge out of its den into the daylight, but for now at her tender 
age of just ten, it was content to be stimulated within the folds of 
its hood.  Her father knew what he was doing.  I could see that his 
daughter was now beginning to actively enjoy these ministrations.  
She was returning his caresses with little humping movements of her 
body, pushing her young sex up into his face, meeting him and 
matching him.  The pair made a most erotic and also sublime picture.  
The father paying homage to his tender age daughter.  After several 
more seconds of this, he pushed her legs back and then I noticed he 
had a small tube, presumably of lubricant in his hand, which he 
proceeded to spread around her bottom and all over his penis.  He 
took his time, ensuring that the preparation was both thorough and 
carefully recorded on camera.  Slowly, it was dawning on me, that 
much of this preparation was as much for his wife's benefit as it 
was to ensure a gentle buggering of his Jenny.  

At last he was ready.  With her legs held back over her shoulders, 
which Jenny cooperated with by holding them herself, he launched 
himself at her anus.  Launch is hardly the correct word.  He moved 
up to her bottom, with the camera now moving in for a clear closeup.  
It showed his circumsized penis at her bottom hole.  The glisten of 
the lubricant was easily noticed, as he moved it up to her little 
anus.  He gently but firmly pushed forward and the head slipped 
inside.  More pushing and I could see the whole shaft moving 
inexorably into his daughters bottom.  
"Excellent, Darling.  Now really give yourself to your Daddy"  
The little Jenny took this to mean that she should push against her 
Daddy and pull back in unison with his thrusts.  There were several 
more moments of this, then:
"Now turn onto your tummy, Jenny.  Daddy, wants to fuck your bottom 
with you lying flat"
The father pulled his cock out of his daughter's rectum, she in turn 
then obediently turned over onto her tummy and lay flat out on the 
bed.  Her father again mounted her and with difficulty, we the 
audience, could see his cock again traversing up into his daughters 
bowels.  Although not as clinically revealing as before, 
nevertheless, the eroticism of seeing this father lying atop his 
little ten year old daughter, dwarfing her and almost hiding her 
tiny body, fucking his cock in and out of her bottom made a most 
arousing sight for us all.  Eventually and still without 
ejaculating, he pulled out of her bottom once more and pulled her up 
onto her knees.   "That's right, Daddy.  She loves it in that 
position, doggy fashion.  Now you give her a jolly good buggering.  
Sodomize our little ten year old daughter.  She wants you Daddy.  
She really wants your cock inside her, don't you, Darling?"
"Yes, please, Daddy.  Please give me a really good bum fuck, Daddy.  
I love to feel your beautiful cock going up my bottom.  Makes me 
feel really special.  Not many little girls have such a lovely 
Daddy.  Please, please, Daddy, fuck me, fuck me. Ooooh..."
As this was spoken her father had once again entered her from behind 
and was into her bowels.  The camera had once more shown in clinical 
detail the action of the father pushing his hard penis up into his 
daughters rectum.  The anus was tightly clenching around his cock.  
It seemed this Jenny was well used to being fucked, particularly in 
this way.  Her father's cock could be seen to almost come right out 
of his daughter's anus, before plunging back down again.  The camera 
momentarily shifted to her face.  It showed a little girl, eyes 
closed with a serene look almost of seraphic pleasure on her face.  
How could this be, I wondered.  Then I remembered fucking Linny in 
her bottom, she had had an orgasm.  Just as this thought was passing 
across my mind, the little girl started to show all the signs of an 
incipient orgasm.  She screwed up her features, pulled back her lips 
in an almost fierce look and then I noticed her hands clenching and 
unclenching in front of her.  Next moment her father, who up to now 
had shown superhuman restraint in the face of such arousal, started 
offering grunts and pushing up into her as hard as he could get.  
She then started to wail.  It was almost a frightening sound.  I had 
never heard anything like it.  She definitely was not crying, yet 
the sound alone might have suggested that was the case.  The camera 
belied this.  She was opening and closing her mouth and her face had 
gone bright red.  Her eyes were still tightly screwed shut.  The 
camera pulled slowly back to show the Dad furiously battering into 
her, as if his life depended upon it.  At last his momentous orgasm 
came to an almost abrupt end.  He just kept hold of her tiny waist 
and then fell forward across her back, still embedded up inside her.
There was total silence from both the screen and our room.  I think 
we were all vastly affected by what we had witnessed.  

At last the pair on the bed were showing signs of returning to 
normal.  Her Dad pulled his now limp cock out of his little girl's 
bottom.  She turned to him and immediately put her arms around his 
neck and kissed him passionately on the kips.
"Thank you, Daddy, thank you"  was all she said.

The scene faded out and that was the end of the movie.  It occurred 
to me that throughout, the father in the movie had never uttered a 
single word.



Chapter 15


As our room lights came back on, we were all still affected by what 
we had been watching.  
"Good God, that was something else, what?"  said James.
"I've never seen anything to equal that, never"  I added.

I was still fully embedded in Bethans bottom.  Her father noticed 
this and suggested we should finish off in a sort of repeat finale 
of the movie.
"Come on Jonathan, let's see you perform like that Dad on screen.  
Beth wants you to finish.  You've been stuck up her for ages"
Her own father asking me to anally fuck his little six year old 
daughter in front of the family.  Absurd, yet true.  I felt a little 
foolish, even afraid that I might not be able to do it.  
"Yes, Jonathan, please show us how you do it" pleaded her mother.

I reluctanly agreed.  Then I had an inspiration,  "Why can't I do it 
with my sister, after all Beth must be a little sore by now, what 
with her Dad earlier and now me.  Come on Harry, please..  Remember 
I've been up her tight little rectum for the best part of 45 
minutes.  I think it would be wrong for me to continue with her 
already probably sore bum"
"Yes....  I supose you could be right" agreed her Dad.  I suspect 
Harriet was just a little disappointed with me.  I think she would 
have happily watched me fuck Bethan till she bled, well perhaps not, 
but certainly until she complained.  But that is the thing with 
Bethan, she would never complain.  She always wants to please 
everyone and anyone.
"OK, Big Boy," this was my Harry's childhood name for me, "let's do 
it - let's give them a show".

I gently withdrew my erect penis from out of Bethan's very tight 
small bottom.  She got down off my lap and Pip looked at me.  I 
smiled at her and asked:
"Only if you agree to it, Pip.  
"That's alright, Daddy.  I don't mind, in fact I'd like to watch you 
doing it to Aunty Harry.  
What a delightful daughter I had.  So willing to please her Dad.  I 
ought to explain that despite my sodomising my little girl, she was 
still strictly speaking a virgin.  I had yet to determine how much 
progress Harriet had achieved with that slim dildo she had used.  
For some reason I had held back from penetrating her vagina.  I had 
found early on that she squirmed in pain whenever I tried inserting 
anything more than my finger into her vulva.  It seems her hymen was 
a tougher nut to crack than her sphincter muscle.  A harsher or more 
brutal man than I may well by now have fully penetrated her and 
perhaps even managed to get her used to aginal fucking.  But until I 
had fully broken her hymen, I was going to exercise patience.  I had 
spoken about this to James and Harriet and asked them what they 
would do.  Harriet had agreed with me, but surprisingly James had 
suggested I should take the bull by the horns and go for it.  
Apparently he had done that with his children, spread over a two or 
three day period and he had never looked back.  He agreed that it 
had hurt them like Hell the first couple of times and even now 
Bethan found it painful if he was a little bit forceful.  I 
remembered that I had only been able to penetrate her to just about 
halfway, about 3 inches.  Linny on the other hand was able to 
accommodate me fully.  I could feel the top of her vagina with my 
penis when fully inserted.  In fact, I believe it was actually 
pushing into the opening of her cervix, or at least that is what 
James told me.  He insisted that so long as we were very gentle, no 
harm should result.  He was not as aroused by bottoms as I was, but 
had tried all their bottoms since finding out how much I was 
fascinated by them.  As I was perhaps over cautious about 
penetrating my Pippa's vagina, so was James initially cautious 
about penetrating Bethan's tiny bottom.  His wife, my sister, was 
the initiator of his anal fucking of Bethan.  She had wanted to 
watch her husband doing it with Beth after my telling her about my 
ventures with Pip.  Amazing family.  I am tempted to believe that in 
fact that was her goal: to watch me fuck her daughters.  


My mind snapped back to the present.  My imminenet anal fucking of 
my kid sister, or that was how I still thought of her.  To help her 
over her initial disappointment, I thought I should put on a very 
graphic display for them.  Long gone was my early embarassment I had 
felt on our first naked encounters.  Yet this would be the first 
time any of us had actually put on an openly voyeuristic display for 
the others.  Up until now, our sexual contacts had moved from 
privacy in a bedroom to sexual touching and tonight actual 
penetration in the others presence, but still under the cloak of 
semi darkness whilst watching a kiddy porn movie.  

Whilst thinking these things, Harry had positioned herself on her 
knees waiting for me.  I asked James to do the honours with his wife 
to ensure she was lubricated with the cream.  I had noticed that 
Harriet had handed me lanolin hand cream earlier.  I remembered I 
had mentioned to her that I preferred that to KY jelly, but it still 
surprised me that she had acted on my preference.  James was now 
liberally but very gently applying the cream to his wife's anus.  
The three children had been watching events, but now Linny slid off 
the chair and offered to do the same to me.  I felt even more 
aroused as I felt her fingers clasp my penis, then slide up and down 
spreading the cream over my entire length.  I am circumcised, so the 
head was easily covered.  
"OK, both of you, I think we're ready"  I said.

I noticed that James was moving his Linny so that he could feel her 
pussy as he watched us.  I moved up to Harriet's rosebud and 
carefully positioned my cock at her anus.  This was my first time 
ever to have any sort of penetrative sex with my sister.  As my 
pressure increased on her bottom hole, I felt my cock head push into 
her entranceway.  There was the usual tight resistance, then once 
the head was inside I had the wonderfull tightness of her sphincter 
muscle wrapping itself totally around my prick.  Not since we were 
little had we had any real sexual contact, other than viewing each 
others nakedness.  Now here was I buried in her body.  Very slowly I 
pushed forward, then eased back a little then again further in.  By 
this expedient, moving slowly in, back out a little, then once again 
further forward I managed to embed my member tightly up into her 
bowels.  She was nowhere near as tight as Pippa or Bethan, but it 
was still intoxicating.  I have lost count of how many times I had 
anally fucked my daughter over those weeks, probably a dozen or so 
times.  Early on, I had always allowed her several days between 
bouts to help her recover from the painful experience.  I was in no 
doubt that it was dreadfully painful for those first several times.  
Gradually Pippa had learnt to force herself to relax and allow the 
intruder into her body.  This was the turning point for her, the 
pain was considerably reduced, almost tolerable.  By the sixth or 
seventh time, I could penetrate her almost at will, although common 
sense and decency made me still treat her as gently as I could.  
This must sound absurd to anyone who is horrified at this tale.  A 
father admitting that he had caused his little seven year old 
trusting daughter agonising pain but had continued with the cause of 
that pain.  Well, yes, it is true I did.  I cannot pretend 
otherwise.  However, thankfully, she was now much better able to 
handle my penis.  The pain was still there, at first anyway, but 
then she had told me that she was able to tolerate it.  She had 
suggested that she actually liked it, but I somehow doubted that.  I 
believe her absolute love for me made her say the things she thought 
I wanted to hear.  It just shows how low I must appear, that knowing 
this, I still persevered with my actions.  These memories of my 
actions with Pip helped me concentrate on my sister.  I could feel 
Harry responding to my thrusts.  Her quick sexual response was in 
keeping with her nature.  

My cock was now gently pistoning in and out of my sisters rectum.  
As it came almost out, the anus was pulled forward and the ring was 
momentarily visible, then as my cock slid back inside it pushed her 
bottom inwards hiding it again.  I was by now in seventh Heaven.  I 
cannot remember what the others were doing.  I suspect that James 
was fingering Linny and Pippa and Bethan were just watching us 
curiously.  I could feel my orgasm building, a few more moments and 
it erupted.  I could feel spurt after spurt shooting into my little 
sister's tight bowels.  As my climax finished, I fell forward onto 
Harriet and as she twisted around, I kissed her on the mouth.  I 
pushed my tongue into her mouth and felt her tongue pushing back and 
then our tongues were rolling around each other.  I was still locked 
up inside her.  I eased myself out of her and allowed my now 
shrivelled penis to slip out of her bottom.  Harriet rolled over 
onto her back and drew up her legs onto her breasts.  What happened 
next almost shocked me.  As I moved back, Bethan moved between her 
mothers still spread legs and began to lick her anus.  
"Bethan likes doing things like that.  She has always liked the 
taste 
of bottoms, even when she was very young"  I heard her mother say.  
I remembered the movie James had made of the girls with their 
Grandfather (see Chapter 8 of part one) where Linny had sucked his 
cock and Bethan had been licking the old man's bottom.  At the time 
it had seemed so shocking.  I was beginning to get the measure of 
this family.  

Meanwhile Bethan had finished cleaning up her mother's derriere.  
Her caressing tongue had no doubt been a very soothing if not 
stimulating experience for her Mum.  I could not resist again 
bending forward to steal one more kiss from her.  As we broke 
contact I looked into her eyes and said:
"Thank you Darling", to my sister, and "did you like it?" to my 
daughter.
"Oh, yes Daddy.  I liked it, I know what it looks like now.  I'm 
going to like it even more from now on"
"You see" this from Harriet, "you have raised a beautiful little 
child who will do anything for her Daddy"  
"Yes, quite like yours" I responded with a smile.
"Of course, but we have had the benefit of teaching ours almost from 
birth" answered James.
"True.  But they are still very willing and certainly expert little 
temptresses, aren't they?"
"You bet they are.  We trained them, didn't we Darling?"  This from 
James to Harriet.  She nodded back in agreement.

"What did you think of the movie?"  from Harriet.
"Stunning, absolutely bloody marvellous" I replied, "where did you 
get it?"
"That couple I mentioned who live near here are very friendly with 
someone who put them in contact with that family.  Apparently they 
swopped videos of their respective family fucking.  I suppose I 
really should not have shown it to you.  It is obviously a very 
private video.  It is strictly limited distribution to certain 
trusted individuals and families.  Fortunately, we are one of those 
families.  I bet you'd love that little girls bum, wouldn't you?" 
this last said with a sly grin from James.  I had to admit the 
thought had crossed my mind.  In fact it was the stimulation 
engendered from watching the film that had so aroused my passions 
with Harry.  Now I was at least for the time being satiated, I could 
step back and think about it.  Yes, I am sure that I would love to 
meet her, but I was also concious that would mean sharing my Pip 
with her Dad.  Although not a jealous type, I did not relish the 
idea of another person outside the family who Pip may not 
necessarily like pawing over her.  
"I am not sure" I replied after a pause.  "Whilst I am not at all 
bothered about you and Harriet, I can't say I want that chap doing 
it to Pippa, especially as she may not even want to do it with him.  
No.  For the time being, let's keep it within our family.  Agreed?"
"Of course, old man" agreed James.  "Whatever you want.  I 
understand your point of view.  
"What about the Sunrise Club?" asked Harriet.  I looked back and 
forth for enlightenment.
"Yes, that's a good possibility, we'll have to do something about 
that" agreed James.  
"Please, what is the Sunrise Club?" I enquired. 
"It is an ultra secret world-wide organisation, open only to certain 
broad minded people, like us,"  answered James.
"They only admit people who have been carefully vetted and vouched 
for by an existing Member.  Even then, entrance to the Club is not 
automatic."  This from Harry.  "We were invited to join two years 
ago.  Very few people, even among the Members, know who actually 
runs the club."
"That's true" continued James.  "All we know for sure is that many 
of its Members are drawn from the very top echelons of society in 
many countries of the world.  The very rich and sometimes very 
famous, even Statesmen and people we know from their appearances on 
the covers of magazines are Members.  When a new Member is first 
introduced, everybody except the new Member wears a mask.  This 
ensures that his face is known to the Membership, yet he cannot know 
or later identify anyone elses by name.  This procedure is never 
varied.  A vote is later taken whether to accept that person or 
family into the Club or to exclude them.  It has been known to vote 
out someone at this stage if anybody feels uncomfortable with that 
potential new Member.  This would certainly happen if they exhibited 
bad taste by asking too many personal questions.  To ensure further 
privacy and anonymity, many Members adopt a pseudonym.  If after 
full acceptance when the Membership remove their masks you recognise 
someone, you must respect their chosen pseudonym and never refer to 
them by their real name."  
"But if they excluded someone like that, couldn't they make trouble 
by exposing at least the existence of this Club?" I asked rather 
naively.
"Just think about it for a moment.  Would you go to the press if you 
were excluded?"  I had to agree with that.  
"No, of course you wouldn't.  The Club would already be in an 
extremely powerful position to make sure that you were the victim 
not them.  Make absolutely no mistake here.  These are the top 
people in many countries of the developed world.  Their combined 
wealth, politic power and prestige would make a mockery of any 
single complaint.  In fact, I am not too sure what the fate would be 
of such an outrage, as they would see it, against their corporate 
image.  I suspect that the person would be most carefully 
investigated by many Government departments, the Inland Revenue, 
Special Branch and God knows who else.  I am serious when I say, 
even the CIA would have an interest in suppressing such accusations"  
"But that's incredible" I replied.
"You had better believe it" from Harriet.
"What are the rules of this Club?" I asked.
"There aren't any written rules.  In fact, there is no Constitution 
as such.  One inviolate rule, however, is interaction between 
Members is only on a personal by agreement basis.  This means, for 
example, when we meet, nobody would make the assumption that they 
could have sexual relations with your Pip unless you offered and Pip 
agreed to it.  Another rule is no pain or humiliation is ever 
tolerated.  We are sexually aware people.  We understand the sexual 
needs of persons who want a wider range of sexual enjoyement than 
that found purely between a man and wife.  Put in a nutshell, 
everyone is sexually attracted to a greater or lesser extent to 
children".  James had been idly fondling Linny all the time he 
explained this to me.
"What if you don't have children, or they've grown up?" I asked.
"It makes little difference.  Many Members either have no children 
or their children have left the nest, so to speak.  The Club can 
always supply a Member with a  child.  Under the guise of good 
works, many children find their way into the Club.  For example, 
several children were taken from a Bosnian orphanage and groomed for 
Club Members enjoyment, plus of course there is always a plentiful 
supply available from the Far East, especially Thailand and 
Cambodia."  
"But that's awful"  I immediately responded.
"Why?  Because they are going to be offered warmth, food, clothing a 
standard of living beyond their wildest dreams?"
"But, but, surely, they have no choice.  They are being taken purely 
for sexual gratification.  That must be wrong, surely" I ended 
lamely.
"Did you not do exactly that with Pip?"  This was Harriet.  Grief, 
she was right.  I had never offered Pip any choice.  Then I 
remembered, it was Pip who had barely offered me any choice.  Still, 
I understood their reasoning and whilst suspecting a more rational 
individual would have shot down their argument with ease, I could 
not say much without appearing the hypocrite I was.
"Alright, I understand.  But it still feels wrong.  I can't explain 
why, it just does" I argued.
"In a perfect world you are right.  But consider these children were 
destined to suffer a life of loneliness, poverty perhaps even abject 
misery.  Nobody cared a fig for them in that Bosnian orphanage.  
There they will become brutalised and suffer pain, horror, hunger 
and a life devoid of any human kindness.  The Club will ensure that 
they are more than adequately looked after.  They, these children 
themselves, are allowed to choose who they wish to accept as adopted 
parents.  Admittedly, this usually means a limited choice of 
sometimes elderly men.  But believe me, they are so hungry for human 
kindness and love, they feel they are in Heaven.  The children are 
carefully chosen beforehand from photographs to ensure that they are 
broadly what Members want.  For example, last year a senior High 
Court judge joined us.  He was looking for a little boy to replace 
the son he had never had, yet had yearned for since he was a young 
man.  The Club was instrumental in locating just such a boy.  The 
two were introduced on a yacht in a Mediterranean port.  For one 
weekend the boy was allowed to find out if he liked this old man 
enough to want to spend his boyhood with him.  Obviously, by the end 
of the weekend, this boy knew what that meant.  He embraced it 
fully.  When the old man outgrows the boy or youth or whenever, the 
youth is always very well provided for financially.  He has had the 
benefit of a tutored education and may well have learnt to speak 
another language.  He will be much better equipped to go out into 
the world than as the same aged youth leaving that orphanage.  
Incidentally, nobody is ever forced out.  They tend to leave of 
their own accord when they are ready.  Some wish to remain, when 
they are taken on as salaried helpers who can then either help 
recruit others or just act as chauffeurs, bodyguards, maids or 
valets or whatever for the Members.  All the paid staff of the Club 
are from past concubines or courtesans.  This ensures that there is 
no need for secrecy with the staff.  All those that remain, have 
chosen to remain and are fiercely loyal to the Club and their 
individual benefactor in particular".
"Or benefactress"  added Harriet.
"Yes, or benefactress" agreed James "And of course the same goes for 
the girls".
"This is why each Member will respect the wishes of the other 
Members.  No Member would ever be so boorish as to inflict 
themselves on another family's children.  Each Member already has a 
family, a secret family, of their own.  Some Members have several 
children all at different ages, or perhaps one of each at the same 
age.  There is no single rule that applies to all.  So you see there 
is room for all types.  I have to admit that I was a little dubious 
about joining at first, but Harriet persuaded me and so did the 
girls for that matter" finished James.
"What do you do when you meet?  Do you have orgies, or what?"
"No, not necessarily.  We actually tend to just enjoy each others 
company in the safe knowledge of being able to bring our children 
into our sexual ring without the fear of rejection or worse, 
arrest."
"Sometimes we just enjoy a restful weekend at a Members house"  this 
from Harry.
"We always have lots of things to do, don't we Beth"  This was 
Linny.
"We play computer games or go swimming or just lie around and have 
lots and lots of fun"  agreed Bethan.
"But there must be more to the Club than that, surely?" I asked.
"Of course there is.  Its basic aim is to protect its Members from 
persecution.  As we see it an individual's sexual orientation should 
be nobody's business but their own.  If they wish to persue a policy 
of family love, meaning sexual involvement with their children, so 
be it.  As far as the Club is concerned, provided no child is 
tortured or humiliated, they are welcome to enjoy their sexual 
predilections.  Further, to ensure this the Club offers sound advice 
on how and where to obtain any pornographic materials they want, how 
to ensure your privacy at home and on the Net, if you wish to 
communicate with other Members by computer.  We always take care to 
instruct any new Member, if necessary, on the use of secure 
cryptography for their Email and for their personal data storage on 
their computer.  Just a by-line, we strongly recommend PGP 
encryption for all private Members Email, no matter how innocuous.  
PGP stands for Pretty Good Privacy and is an immensely strong 
cryptographic Email program"
"Grief, it sounds very complicated.  OK, I remember you mentioned 
about encryption on an earlier visit.  I didn't really understand 
you then.  It seems very complicated to me"  
"No, it is certainly not complicated.  In fact both PGP and the two  
programs that are recommended by the Club, SecureDrive and Scramdisk 
are extremely easy to configure.  Remember, I told you that 
SecureDrive was for Dos and Win3.11 users.  With the advent of 
Windows 95/98, we now recommend Scramdisk.  Scramdisk also has an NT 
version for those that prefer that operating system.  Of course one 
of the more computer literate Members would ordinarily help you get 
started, if you wished to use the Net.  I was shown this by our 
friends nearby.  Hugo, that's his real name incidentally, is 
extremely clever with computers and advised me what to get and then 
set it all up for me in a couple of hours.  I'm sure he would be 
delighted to do the same for you, if you wish"
"Why, that's most kind of him.  I haven't a clue about it.  I have 
Email of course and I have occasionally taken a browse around the 
News Groups, but so far I haven't found anything remotely 
interesting from my sexual point of view"  I replied.
"I suppose you were looking for pre-teen sex acts, well the only 
pre-teen news group that is really active, by that I mean around a 
thousand posts per day on average, is 
alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.pre-teen, there are others which 
suggest what they do, with pedophile and pedophilia in their names.  
They are all pretty much useless. They are mostly filled with 
spammers and time wasters.  Unfortunately, many ISP's do not provide 
a feed to ABPEP-T.  To obtain it, you will need to do a search for 
news providers, these are specialist organisations, not normally 
ISP's, they just provide a specialist Usenet feed.  However, you 
should be wary of just downloading drectly from that group in 
plaintext.  In the States they can do so because they can argue the 
First Amendment, protected free speech, but even there pornographic 
images of children are definitely not considered free speech!  If 
they can claim they were only interested in the non-binary postings, 
the text only ones, they are protected.  Provided they have an 
encrypted computer, they can afford to sit back and challenge the 
Authorities to do their worst.  They cannot be compelled to decrypt 
their computer unless receiving prior immunity from prosecution, 
well that's the theory.  This is another of their special 
Amendments, the Fifth, they cannot be forced to convict themselves"  
"That's nice for them, but what about us in England, the so-called 
land of the free?"  I asked.
"Forget it.  Over here there is no protected speech, in fact as you 
know there is not even a Constitution.  They can serve a Court Order 
compelling you to decrypt your drive.  After all, they would argue, 
if you're innocent what have you got to hide?  Failure to comply 
with that Court Order would result in your being in Contempt of 
Court.  You could be sent to prison until you "purge" your contempt, 
which means supplying them with the evidence to send you back to 
prison for a very long time indeed"  said James.
"Good Lord.  What should one do, if you can be forced to offer up 
the evidence that will convict you?"
"This is where the Club come in very handy.  First of all, there is 
no likelihood of there being any police investigation if you are a 
Member, or if one does start it will not be pursued.  Some pretext 
will be found to return all your equipment, still encrypted of 
course, and that will be that.  Actually, the Club can help you to 
download what you want in encrypted form.  It's a bit involved if 
you are new to it, but once installed you are completely safe.  The 
procedure is called tunnel and port forwarding to a remote host.  
You use an encryption program called SSH.  You then subscribe to a 
remote host that supports encryption, preferably in a different 
country, to ensure it is even more difficult to do a trace.  
(Author's note:  see addendum for more information).  Of course 
being encrypted to military standard, nobody is going to be able to 
read what you're downloading anyway.  You still log onto your local 
ISP but with a dialup connection.  You then further log on via SSH 
onto the remote host.  You can then download from the news provider 
that carries the groups you want.  Quite simple really.  It means 
two extra service charges, but that is peanuts for the security it 
provides.  They don't need all this extra protection in the United 
States, although the way things are going over there, even they may 
need it soon."
"This is really fascinating, I'll have to meet this Hugo.  He sounds 
a very helpful guy" I said.
"He is a very cultured person.  He speaks at least three languages 
fluently and another two or three to a basic level.  He is one of 
the ambassadors for the Club and his family have been Members since 
the year dot.  In fact, I believe his grandfather was among the 
Founders in the early 1920's.  He has three children, a boy and two 
girls.  The boy is sixteen and the girls twelve and nine, I believe.  
It was he who proposed us to the Club, through our friendship."  
finished James.
"Should you be telling me this?" I asked.  "Surely, you should 
respect their confidentiality?"
"Ordinarily, true, but I was going to ask Hugo about you joining - 
would you be interested?"
"Certainly, but is it very onerous, expense wise, I mean?"
"There is a hefty annual fee of around 10,000 US Dollars.  If this 
is too much let me know and we could perhaps reduce it or come to 
some arrangement"
"Oh goodness me no."  I protested.  "I think I can afford that 
alright, but I am not too sure about all the holidays that you take, 
I am presuming they are visits to exotic lands with other Club 
Members, right?"
"Some are, yes.  However, again, we can come to some arrangement 
about this, don't worry"
After this conversation I had a lot of food for thought.  It was now 
getting late and the girls, Bethan and Pippa anyway, were looking 
the worse for wear.  The two youngest were then taken up by Harriet 
and given a quick bath and put to bed.  They wanted to sleep 
together, as on previous visits, so I presumed I would be sleeping 
alone.  I didn't worry about it, I had after all already had one 
very satisfying sexual experience that day with my Harriet, two if I 
included my involunatary ejaculation in Bethan's bottom, so I could 
do with a rest.  There was always another day.  At least that was 
how my thoughts were running, when Harriet came in and asked if I 
would like Linny for company that night.  Would I?  Suddenly my 
tiredness vanished at the thought of that nubile and sensuous ten 
year old sharing my bed.  I knew exactly what a sexy little thing 
she was.  (See part one).



Chapter 16


It was later, I had showered and was lying in bed alongside little 
Linny.  She took after her father in her dark looks.  She had elfin 
looks emphasized by her straight pageboy cut hair style.  Her eyes 
were quite dark brown which with her beautiful olive shaded skin 
made her look very sensuous.  She was more boisterous than Bethan, 
who was the quiet reflective one of the pair, taking after her 
mother.  I had my arm around Linny's shoulders.  I just enjoyed 
touching her.  Nothing sexy as such but the promise of much more to 
come.  Meanwhile we both enjoyed each others company.  
"Do you have lots of sex with the other Club Memebrs?" I asked, then 
immediately regretted it.  Was that a rather personal question to 
ask, I wondered?  
"Oh no, I've only had sex with two of them.  Uncle Hugo and another 
member that Daddy knows.  He is a very nice Japanese man called 
Ushira San.  He has a beautiful little wife.  She is so kind and 
makes us feel so welcome when we visit them.  She is called 
Michimoko.  They have four lovely children.  A boy and a girl of 
their own, plus two other little girls that they have adopted.  We 
usually meet them in Phutique, the holiday Island near Thailand, I 
think.  He owns one of the resort hotels there and we have a lovely 
holiday when we go there."
"Sounds nice."
I allowed the conversation to lapse as I idly allowed my hand to 
roam freely across Linny's shoulders and down to her nascent 
nipples.  They were yet to erupt.  They were only slightly more 
pronounced than my Pip's or Bethan's.  I suspected that she would 
take after Harriet and have small lemon shaped breasts.  It seems to 
run in the family.  My Elizabeth was small breasted.  I actually 
prefer small breasted women to those silicon implanted balloon 
shaped monstrosities so beloved of the Hollywood sex machine.  If I 
was totally honest with myself, I would admit that I prefer 
children.  I like flat chested pre-pubescent little girls with not a 
whiff of hair between their legs.  Clean, sweet smelling pre-teens 
were my most erotic fantasy.  I was so lucky with my Pippa.  I 
occasionally gave thought to what would happen over the next few 
years when she developed into a young lady.  This could be sooner 
than I thought, just five years maybe more maybe less.  Her 
childhood was so fleeting, such a precious thing, I wanted to 
treasure every single day.  I knew that she would always be my 
daughter, my little girl.  I was sure that I would still want her 
sexually.  After all, I could obtain sexual gratification from my 
sister, even now when she is in her thirties.  As I was allowing 
these thoughts to meander through my mind, my hand had travelled 
along Linny's stomach and on down towards her cunny.  Linny ever 
helpful, had spread her legs to allow me easy access to my target.  
But I did not just want a quick feel, I wanted to caress her all 
over.  I wanted to give enjoyment, not just take it.  I continued 
on past her vulva, down her thighs towards her feet.  This meant I 
had to move from my languorous position and move down her body.  She 
was beautiful.  Her perfectly formed and flat little tummy with its 
inward looking navel.  The upswelling of her sexual mound.  Her 
lovely thighs, her little knees and smooth legs.  She appeared to 
have very little down on them.  I idly wondered if Harry kept them 
smooth purposely, it would not surprise me.  Harry would do anything 
to multiply both her and her husbands sexual enjoyment from their 
children.  I gently rolled Linny onto her stomach.  Her back was 
just as clear skinned with the lovely upswell of her buttocks.  The 
deep valley between them a dark mysterious place and so inviting to 
someone like me.  But I was still concerned to ensure that Linny was 
enjoying the attention.  My hand caresses now turned into little 
butterfly kisses all along her spine.  I felt her skin tremble 
because of its sensitivity.  I continued on down over her sweet 
bottom to the backs of her legs.  Now along the length of each leg 
until I reached her feet.  Linny was quite ticklish and all along 
she had been showing the signs of someone on the point of losing 
control and bursting into laughter.  These sensations were 
emphasised by my hands likewise gently moving up and down her body 
as my lips brushed along her skin.  Eventually her intolerance to 
these sensations overcame her compliance and she rolled over and 
wrapped her arms around my neck and smothered my face in kisses.  
Linny was no slouch when it came to expertly giving sexy kisses, but 
these were her little girl mode.  These were of a similar type to 
what I had been lavishing on her.  Just lots of gentle touching 
kisses.  I loved it.  It was Linny's way to show me how much she was 
enjoying it.  As she did this, my hands went around her lithe body 
and cupped each lovely globe of her bottom.  They were showing the 
first signs of imminent womanhood.  The first beginnings of the 
bodily changes that would occur over the next three to five years.  
She immediately pressed herself tightly up against me.  My penis 
sprang up as her stomach pressed into mine.  We were both on our 
knees.  Her kisses were changing, they were becoming more lingering 
and gradually came closer and closer to my lips.  Inevitably, our 
lips joined together, fused tightly as my sexual need took control.  
I moved my hands to hold her delicate head to help me position her 
so that I could softly press open her mouth with my tongue.  I had 
no need of persuation.  She was already ahead of me.  Her needs were 
like mine, she wanted sexual closeness now.  I felt her tongue 
spring into my mouth.  Her techinique of French kissing was so very 
erotic.  They say comparisons are odious.  Maybe so, but inevitably 
I compared my little Pippa's sexy kissing with both Bethan's and 
Linny's.  Linny was the expert.  She exuded sexuality.  Her tongue 
was pressing further and further into the back of my mouth.  Had it 
been long enough, I am sure she would have pushed it down my throat.  
Then just as quickly, she withdrew it, allowing me my turn to 
explore around her mouth.  Our tongues entwined snakelike, rubbing 
together and along each others lengths.  It was so arousing, I could 
feel my balls begin their tightening.  A sure sign that I was about 
to explode.  I breathlessly broke away, explaining that I had to 
stop or it would all be over.  She grinned at me, she knew exactly 
what I was going through and enjoying her sexual control over me.  
Linny was sexuality personified.  If my Pippa was sheer innocence, 
Bethan the ever so eager to try and please, then Linny was the 
temptress, the voluptuous sex Goddes in a pre-teen.  As my immediate 
desire slowly subsided, Linny reacted to the situation and took hold 
of my penis in her hands.  As she held it in both hands she looked 
up at me with those lovely brown eyes.  I sank down on the bed and 
gently felt her crevice.  She moved so that I could feel her 
Heavenly little quim, her pussy, her slit, her cunny, her lips, her 
sweet little girl cunt.  The names for that marvellous organ were so 
inept at describing the power of that piece of little girl anatomy.  
I could feel her softness, the way the skin so softly yielded to my 
gentlest touch.  I parted her outer lips to feel beneath.  I was 
surprised at how moist she was.  Her clitty was much more prominent 
than my daughter's.  Her sensitivity to my touch was apparent from 
her reaction to my fingers coming into contact with it.  She almost 
recoiled from the touch.  Then as her body adjusted to it, I felt 
her relax again.  I had to be so gentle, my first fumblings were 
obviously too rough for this so young little creature.  Her extreme 
sexual sensitivity to tactile contact showed how I must proceed.  I 
then gently pushed her back onto the bed and opened her legs by 
pushing them apart and allowing them to flop outwards.  I moved up 
to her cunny.  The moisture displaced from inside by my fingers 
showed around its edges.  I opened it as one would a beautifully 
petalled flower.  So gently so as not to harm the bloom.  She was my 
flower, I was her honey bee coming to taste her nectar.  My tongue 
touched her vulva lips then pushed inside and I ran it up and down 
the crease.  I could trace out the little meatus from where her 
urine was ejected and down to her vaginal opening.  Then back up 
until I touched her small clitoris.  She was extremely sensitive to 
my touching it, I could feel her immediately bucking up aginst me 
and softly moaning.  The speed at which she orgasmed surprised me, 
because within seconds of my lapping at her little clit she went 
into convulsions.  I continued my tonguing, I wanted her to be 
completely fulfilled by my actions.  Her orgasm went into a higher 
orbit and her moaning turned into much louder groans.  I 
absentmindedly wondered if the sounds would carry down the corridor 
to James and Harry.  Meanwhile I continued with my ministrations to 
my pre-teen lover.  At last I felt she was beyond her peak and her 
moans were ones almost of exhaustion.  I concluded with one long 
lick over the whole length and then opened my mouth wide and 
surprised myself by finding I could encompass the whole opening 
within my mouth.  Linny lay ther, still offering herself to me in 
total abandonment.  I gently continued butterfly kissing her, up her 
tummy over her little nipples and shoulders until I reached her 
lips.  I finished with one long gentle kiss of her lips.   
"Thank you, Uncle Jonathan, that was really something.  I haven't 
had as good a cum for ages, thanks.  You really are my favourite 
Uncle.  Beth says the same, she told me so."  With that endorsement 
ringing in my ears, I felt challenged to do even more for them both.  
I lay down alongside Linny and took one of her hands and gently 
squeezed it in mine.  
"Thank you, Darling.  That was a really nice thing to say.  You and 
Beth are definitely my favourite nieces."  I meant this seriously, 
but then remembered they were my only nieces.  I hoped Linny would 
not remember that just then.  Whether or not, she did not reply, but 
just smiled back at me.
  
"It's your turn now, Uncle.  What do you want, my bum or my front?"
The totally honest and explicit way that my niece could ask me 
whether I wanted to sodomise her or just fuck her, was just another 
aspect of her utterly beguiling manner.
"I want what you want." I answered.
"And I want what YOU want." was the firm reply.
I was sure that she would prefer straight forward sexual 
intercourse, but I was aware that she had strongly orgasmed when I 
had fucked her anally that first time a few weeks back.  (See part 
one)."Ok, my choice.  I want that lovely little sweet cunny of yours 
to wrap itself around this old cock of mine."
"Alright, but I get to choose the position, OK?"
"OK." I replied.
Linny got onto her hands and knees and turned her head around and 
smiled at me.  She knew or suspected that I really preferred little 
girls bottoms and this was her way to allow me to look down on her 
little derriere as we fucked. That was certainly fine with me.  I 
was definitely not averse to normal intercourse.  Of course, I loved 
little girls bums, their shape, their tightness, but I could just as 
easily orgasm when up inside their vaginas.  There was only a 
marginal difference in their tightness.  It was a different 
tightness.  Their sphincter muscle seemed like a tight strong ring 
around my penis.  It was extremely difficult to enter without some 
lubrication.  In fact I would say it was essential or injury and 
extreme pain would likely result.  My sensitivity to my young lovers 
always ensured that I took particular care to ease my penis' passage 
with copious quantities of lubrication, latterly lanolin hand cream.  
With Linny's vagina however, I could feel her wetness, both from my 
mouth and her natural outpourings from her sexual excitement.  My 
penis' head was dripping pre-cum.  I eased it up to her vaginal lips 
and pushed on into the inner sanctum.  As I pushed further I felt a 
momentary resistance than a feeling of sexual rapture as my penis 
continued up into my little lover's sheath.  I could feel an 
extremely tight tube wrapping itself around my cock as it pushed on 
up into her body.  The sensation was so arousing, the knowledge that 
I was actually fucking my little ten year old niece.  These thoughts 
were confused with further thoughts that her Mum and Dad were aware 
of what I was doing and approved.  Linny was being pushed into the 
pillows by my thrusting.  I could feel something at the top of her 
vagina stopping my further progress into her little body.  
Momentarily I panicked that I might be causing her some internal 
injury, then I calmed down that it must be OK, her father would have 
warned me surely if I was likely to hurt her.  I leaned forward and 
asked if I was hurting her.  She answered quietly, no.  So I 
continued my movements.  I gently withdrew a couple of inches then 
pushed on into her again.  This time I felt the same resistance to 
my upward movement, then something tight seemed to grasp around my 
cockhead.  I could not believe what this sensation was like.  I 
guessed I had pushed into her cervix, but I was perspiring with fear 
in case of injury and gently pulled back and tried to keep from 
pushing so far in again.  I was having great difficulty stopping 
myself from forcing myself up inside her body as hard as I could.  
With super human effort I restrained myself.  Within seconds of that 
erotic gripping of my ockhead, I now felt myself ejaculating.  It 
was not my usual strong build up followed by a sudden gush and then 
minor spurts.  It just oozed out in one long session.  I once more 
against all my principles pushed up into her little cervix.  That 
sensation of it gripping my cock was too much to resist.  I truly 
hated myself for doing it, but mans sexual desire knows no 
restraints when aroused.  I felt my final spurt leave my body.  It 
was deposited along with much of the previous outpourings, directly 
into her little girl's womb.  For a few seconds I held onto her tiny 
waist staring down at her delightful little rump.  Then I slowly 
pulled out of Linny's body.  She had not orgasmed that time.  I knew 
it was my fault, I had probably caused her pain and through lack of 
control, most ungentlemanly, cum too soon for her.  My little girl 
was also tired, I suspected as it was now quite late.  I turned her 
towards me and wrapped her in my arms.
"I'm sorry, Darling, I was too rough with you.  I'm sorry if I hurt 
you, I should have exercised more restraint, sorry."
"It's OK, Uncle.  Daddy does that sometimes.  It doesn't really 
hurt, just feels a little strange."
I thought how fortunate that I was not over endowed in the manhood 
department.  How anyobody who was very large could penetrate a small 
child, I do not know.  Anybody who had an over-sized penis would 
surely cause internal bleeding and possibly serious injury, plus 
excruciating pain for the child.  I was aware that a childs vagina 
only grows slowly until she reaches adolescence when it grows 
significantly longer and becomes more elastic in anticipation of its 
future role.  There is a risk in fucking a small child.  She is not 
properly ready for adult intercourse.  Once again, I caught myself 
thinking the logically obvious thoughts and recognised them as my 
usual post-coital mind rambling.  So easy to have these guilty 
thoughts now, but once my sexual appetite needs satisfying again, I 
would forget them and once more be at the trough expecting 
fulfillment.

"Thank you, Darling Linny.  You are my little temptress.  I can 
quite understand you Dad not being able to keep his hands off you, 
your Mum also.  I believe she enjoys a little mutual tongue licking, 
doesn't she?"
"Yes, I love Mummy and Daddy.  They both give me lots and lots of 
love.  I know most little girls don't have as much real love as we 
do, just little kisses and a hand around the shoulders.  I'm so glad 
my Mum and Dad show me properly how much they really love me.  I 
would miss it awfully now, if it stopped."

No doubt that this little child appreciates what was happening to 
her.  I wonder what the do-gooders would say to that.  Of course, as 
a child cannot give permission, so nothing she says can be relied 
on, unless of course she were saying the opposite: how much she 
hated it.  Then it would be most definitely relied upon as the truth 
as can only be spoken by a child.  What hypocrisy.  I was reminded 
of some words from that Paul Simon song, The Boxer:  "A man hears 
what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.."



Chapter 17

  
After a little more talk, a few more goodnight kisses, we settled to 
sleep.  
Within moments I could tell by the settled breathing that Linny was 
asleep.  I was however, full of thoughts of the last several weeks.  
It was now almost eight weeks since I had first had sexual contact 
with my Pippa.  Prior to that and apart from my childhodd 
experiences with Harry, I had never had any sexual contact with a 
child.  I had thoughts.  I had slowly begun to admit them to myself, 
but only just.  I knew that looking back I had always been attracted 
to certain physical types.  I can certainly remember being put off 
by large women with fulsome breasts.  I had always looked for 
smaller girl friends, usually with small breasts and slight figures.  
Margaret was slight of figure with small breasts.  She did have a 
nice figure, though.  Pippa had inherited her plump, no not plump, 
just prominent bottom.  I remembered my surprised excitement finding 
out that Margaret liked anal intercurse.  I did not find that out 
until after our marriage.  It was on our honeymoon.  We had gone for 
a long walk along some cliffs, unconciously knowing that we were 
looking for somewhere secluded, somewhere we would not be disturbed.  
We eventually found the ideal place, miles from anywhere and a 
little hollow surronded by bushes.  Within seconds we were fully 
undressed.  In those heady early days of our marriage, almost any 
excuse was enough to set us at each other like two animals in heat.  
No gentle preparation, just lovely sex.  I smiled to myself in the 
dark as I remembered these events.  I was about to enter her when I 
noticed her flinch.  It seems we had indulged so much she was sore 
and the thought of me entering her yet again had caused the reflex 
action.   I, obviously the gentle lover, wanted to know what the 
matter was.  When it was explained, I felt a pang of guilt followed 
by some disappointment.  Margaret noticed my facial expression and 
suggested that all was not lost, we could do it another way.  I 
brightened up, thinking she meant oral sex.  She had smiled at me, 
then turned around and presented her lovely bottom at me and in case 
I had not got the message had reached back and pointed at her 
bottom.  Momentarily I was shocked.  Of course I knew about these 
things, but although worldly wise in most things sexual, I had never 
had any experience of it.  Margaret in a mixture of half guilt at 
admitting she had tried it, told me it was very nice once she got 
used to it, but I had to be very gentle at first.  She said she 
liked a lot of oral preparation first.  I thought she meant around 
her rectum, but then she elaborated and explained she needed at 
least a partial orgasm from cunnilingus, then she would enjoy it.  
She told me I would too.  As it turned out, I certainly did enjoy 
it.  Whether through pre-cognition or just coincidence, she had a 
small tube of KY jelly with her which enabled things to proceed to a 
satisfactory conclusion for both of us.  After that first time, for 
me anyway, we indulged in it on a regular basis.  We called it our 
back door method or the tradesman's entrance.  She gradually needed 
less and less oral preparation as the years roled by.  Eventually 
all I needed to do was a gentle licking around her bottom and she 
knew which position I wanted.  It certainly became very much easier 
for her as time went by.  Her orgasms from that method were equally 
as powerful as from vaginal intercourse.  I have often wondered 
about that, because I have read that a woman has far fewer nerves 
around her anus compared to the clitoris.  Perhaps there is some 
phsychological reason beyond what is obvious.  Who knows?  I must 
have drifted off to sleep shortly after, because in the morning I 
had a job to remember where my thoughts had stopped.

We awoke around eight in the morning.  Linny was still sleeping.  I 
considered attempting to enter her asleep and waking her with a 
morning fuck, but thought it kinder to leave her rest.  So I arose 
and had my shower and other ablutions.  As I was finishing my 
shower, I saw Linny through the glass door standing outside, I 
opened the door and she immediately slipped inside and into my arms 
under the shower stream.  We kissed and then she was obviously in 
one of her little kittenish moods because she wanted to wash me.  I 
had almost finished but enjoyed her attentions.  I did the same for 
her.  I turned off the shower stream to allow us to really soap each 
other up all over our bodies.  We were soon covered in shower gel 
foam.  My hands felt the slipperiness as they passed over her little 
rump.  My penis gave away my feelings.  She held it tightly and 
squeezed it as her hand slipped up and down with the sliminess of 
the shower gel.  I could feel her little cunny with one hand and my 
other was around her back feeling between the valley of her bottom.  
At last I found what I was after and my finger gently played with 
her anus.  It was a matter of moments for my soap slippery finger to 
slip up inside my pre-teen little girl's rectum.  She pressed 
against me, still squeezing my cock.  I wanted to proceed further 
but I was not sure how to take the iniative.  Luckily, Linny did it 
for me.  She let go my cock, spun around and pressed her bottom into 
my enraged cock.  The message was abundantly clear.  I guided my 
member up and into the valley between her bottom cheeks.  Linny, 
bless her heart, stood her ground and allowed me to push up tightly 
against her rosebud.  I could feel it dilating under my insistent 
pressure.  Gradually my cock head pushed through.  The tightness of 
her little bottom was quite painful, but with gentle pressure my 
penis eased its way up into my ten year old's rectum.  With short 
pauses to allow her to get used to it, I eventually buried myself in 
to the hilt.  I then gently moved back out a little then back up 
into her bowels again.  I kept up this persistent action for several 
minutes.  I tried to think of serious things, the weather, cricket, 
anything to hold back my explosion.  I wanted her to have an orgasm, 
if at all possible.  I was beginning to doubt I would succeed as 
time went on with no obvious response from Linny.  All I was 
achieving was a tolerant acceptance of my actions.  I remembered how 
strongly she had reacted on our first bout together, my first fuck 
with her, an anal fuck.  She had orgasmed most strongly.  Now there 
was no response, I was thinking.  Any longer and I think I would 
have just shot my load and treated it as a lost cause, when I felt 
her suddenly heave back at me.  Then I felt the stirrings of some 
muscles in her back, then her sphincter suddenly started trying to 
tighten up around my cock.  I say try, because it was already being 
gripped very tightly anyway.  I was all this time gently fingering 
her cunny.  Running my fingers up and down her crease and playing 
for moments at a time with her clitty.  Now I could feel her little 
body pushing back and wriggling, then some low gurgling moans.  With 
this encouragement I was determined not to have a premature 
ejaculation.  I wanted my little princess to enjoy it too.  Her 
moans were louder now and she was twisting and moving her body in 
more obvious lascivious ways.  She had the flats of her hands 
pressed against one of the walls of the shower.  This gave her the 
purchase to push back strongly onto my loins.  Suddenly I was 
rewarded by her starting to shout, 
"Oh yes, Uncle, fuck me, fuck me, please fuck meee..."
This sent me into orbit.  I started to rather roughly push harder 
into her.  This was the final stimulant for her, as I heard her give 
a wild shriek of self indulgent pleasure at her tremendously 
thrilling orgasm.  I hung in her bottom for a few minutes after we 
had finished, then slowly removed it turned her around and gave her 
a sweet kiss on the lips and forehead.  
"That was nice, Uncle Jonathan." was my sweethearts reward to me.  


    ...................................



My Story, Part 3 


Chapter 18

We were enjoying our breakfast.  It was raining and it looked as 
though it would rain all day.  England is notorious for its weather.  
We had had a very warm and mostly dry Summer so far, so we could not 
grumble.  
"Any ideas, old boy?" from James.
"None, unless we just go out for a drive into the countryside.  Not 
a very nice day for that, but perhaps marginally better than just 
sitting around.  What do you think?" I asked.
"I know.  Why not visit Hugo?"  suggested Harriet.
"But would he mind seeing us at a moments notice?"  I asked.
"He is a very nice easy going individual, I doubt if he would worry, 
assuming he is there, of course,"  From James.
"Let's give him a call,"  so saying, Harry reached for the phone and 
started dialing.  A moments pause then she was speaking to someone 
at the other end of the line.  After exchanging a few pleasantries 
including inevitably the awful weather, she brought up the reason 
for the call.  There was silence from Harriet for a few seconds, 
then a delightful giggle.  More silence then more giggles and 
finally:
"That's excellent.  We'll be over for lunch then.  See you and bye."  
She put the phone back on its cradle.  
"They want to meet you," this said looking at me.
"They?  Who're they"  I asked.
"That's Hugo, his wife Carole and their children, silly."
"This should be very interesting"  from James.

After breakfast, James took me into the billiards room for a couple 
of games.  Naturally, he won easily.  James was one of those 
maddening individuals who shine at every sport and activity they 
attempt.  He had made the first eleven in the school cricket team.  
I was relegated to standby or twelfth man in the second eleven.  He 
won the Becker Shield for his diving, I never managed even to dive 
off the top board.  The best I achieved was the one below, the 
second board.  Maddening, but I was never jealous, he was ahead of 
me in school, so I just thought of him as an older brother.  

By eleven o'clock, we were loaded up and on our way.  Despite the 
weather, it was quite warm and muggy.  We were therefore wearing 
light clothing, just T shirts and slacks.  Hugo lived only 20 miles 
away, but some of it was through the lanes which slowed us up.  
Nevertheless, we made it in about 40 minutes.  I had been told a 
little about Hugo and I was expecting a similar lifestyle to James.  
I was not disappointed.  He had an old rambling country house.  We 
swung in from the narrow lane through large open iron gates.  Each 
stone gatepost had a carving of a lion or similar above it.  It 
looked very forbidding, as I expect was the intention, to keep out 
the rabble in days gone by. 

Hugo allowed us to park the 4 X 4 behind the house and approach 
their back door, before it swung open with this tall aristocratic 
individual grasping my hand almost before James had introduced me.  
We were ushered through the house to their drawing room.  It was a 
magnificent room, with elaborate sculpted cornices and ceiling.  The 
doors were very high and imposing.  Much grander in the older ways 
than James', let alone our house.  I noticed Pip looking around in 
awe.  Of course, James and family were no strangers and just took it 
for granted.  Hugo's wife Carole was introduced to us and then 
disappeared to get the drinks.  I had not yet seen his children.  It 
was difficult to believe that this man with his superior bearing and 
aristocratic background was sexually involved with his children.  He 
was involved with incest and pedophilia, amazing.  It just proved, 
nobody was above suspicion, if this was true.  I had little doubt it 
must be true, apparently, as James and Harriet had enjoyed sex with 
them and their children.  Linny had told me herself last night in 
bed that she had had sex with "Uncle Hugo".  Incredible.  This man 
was the ambassador for the Sunrise Club.  Well he was certainly an 
excellent choice for the role of ambassador, no doubt about that.  
He looked every inch the statesman.  

We enjoyed some small talk, just like any other family visiting some 
friends for lunch.  No mention of the Club was made.  We sipped our 
aperitifs, the girls had some fizzy drinks and then disappeared to 
find Hugo's children.  Apparently we would meet them at lunch, 
meanwhile they were somewhere upstairs watching TV, or something.  
Eventually lunch time came around and we all filed into their large 
dining room.  I noticed the lovely still life's around the room, all 
originals and probably worth a fortune.  I had by now grasped that 
this family had money and more importantly excellent taste.  

Hugo's son was named Jeremy.  He was a younger version of his 
father.  He already had that certain aloofness and bearing.  He was 
home for the holidays from boarding school.  Hugo's two daughters 
were both tall for their ages but very pretty.  Neither had any 
figure yet.  Not to be expected of the 9 year old, but his 12 year 
old was also quite flat chested.  She was quiet and exemplified the 
well brought up English young lady.  Of all the children I had 
acquaintance with, she would be the very last I would have thought 
was enjoying a sexual relationship with anyone, let alone her 
parents and siblings.  Quite amazing.  The youngest, was just a 
little more curious about Pippa and myself.  She glanced at us from 
time to time and then flashed me a lovely inviting smile when she 
caught me off guard rather rudely staring at her.  Both girls had 
shoulder length medium to dark hair, like their parents.  Actually, 
Hugo was starting to show grey at the sides.  But he was the sort 
that benefited from such things.  It only increased his sense of 
importance.  He did not have to work at this, he was no snob.  He 
just had that natural aristocratic leader quality that some upper 
class gentlemen enjoy.  Apparently his family have been land-owners 
since the year dot.  They can trace their family name back to the 
Domesday Book written after the Norman invasion in 1066, on William, 
Duke of Normandy's orders.  

Lunch was excellent, cooked by Carole alone.  We had a thick 
vegetable soup followed by Scottish Aberdeen Angus beef, served with 
Duchess potatoes.  The vegetables were broccoli, sprouts, haricot 
beans and of course Yorkshire Pudding.  The dessert was mixed fruit 
and cream.  I was offered and rather greedily accepted, a further 
helping of a bowl of strawberries and raspberries with fresh cream.  
Delicious.  

Harry offered to help Carole with the clearing away.  The children 
left us again, which allowed us men to wander through into Hugo's 
study.  James very kindly then led the conversation around to my 
prospective membership of the Sunrise Club.  I was eager to find out 
more.  I had no illusions that Hugo's opinion of me, his judgement 
of my suitability, would determine whether or not I was accepted.  
James then explained my circumstances and could vouch for my 
integrity and financial security.  Hugo listened quietly, never 
uttering a word until he had finished.  He was politeness itself, 
when he said he was sure there would be no impediment to our, i.e. 
Pippa and myself, joining, but naturally it would take a few weeks 
to sort things out.  I had little doubt that various checks would be 
done on me over the next few weeks, any one of which could make me 
unsuitable.  

The rain  was easing as the two wives came in to join us.  It was 
suggested that we take a stroll around the grounds.  We were to keep 
to the paths as the grass was still very wet and possibly muddy.  We 
needed the walk to get over the heavy lunch.  By 4 O'clock we were 
back in the house to enjoy some tea and cakes.  Around a quarter to 
five, James suggested we ought to be heading back home.  Naturally, 
I had not expected any sexual activity on our fist acquaintance, but 
I was still just a little disappointed not to have had longer to 
enjoy the company of his two girls.  But they all made a brief 
appearance to wave us off as the Range Rover swung around to leave.  

On the way back to James' house, we idly chatted and I was assured 
by James that it was "in the bag", meaning there would be no 
problems with my Membership. 

After another light afternoon tea, Pippa and I left for home.  Pippa 
was showing signs of being very tired.  I had to remind myself she 
was still a very young child.  Once we were home Pippa surprised me 
by wanting to go straight to bed.  I did not suggest a shower, 
respecting her wishes to just sleep.  I read her one of her 
favourite stories, Enid Blyton's The Magic Faraway Tree.  Unusually 
for Pip, she was asleep before I had finished one chapter.



Chapter 19

For several weeks, our life continued on.  We continued to visit 
each others homes.  I had almost forgotten about the Sunrise Club 
until one afternoon as the holidays were coming to an end, James 
brought the subject up:
"You're in."
"In?  In what?"  I asked.
"The Sunrise Club has accepted your application to join, or rather 
will accept if you apply"
"Yes, definitely.  It sounds exciting.  I'm just a little bit 
bothered about Pippa.  I don't want her to feel under any pressure 
to perform sex with any of the other members.  I'm sure you 
understand, but I do not want to make her into a slut, where she 
feels she must have sex with anybody I suggest.  I want to join, but 
I also want to protect her.  Does that make sense?  Is it 
acceptable, do you think?"
"Oh, absolutely, old boy.  I told you the rules.  We stick to them.  
Many Members feel exactly the same.  There are others, of course, 
who want to enjoy sex with as many people as possible, boys, girls, 
men and women.  I tend to go along with what you say.  Linny was 
quite happy to experiment and Beth, well Bethan is always ready for 
anything.  I've never forced them."
"Yes, I know little Linny will try anything.  Beth is not far 
behind.  Those two girls are amazing.  I had no idea that such 
wonderful little creatures existed.  What happens when they get 
older?  Are you going to take precautions against an unwanted 
pregnancy?  I asked
"Oh, yes.  It would be a little awkward explaining that away to 
their school chums.  Harry will arrange that.  Of course when they 
are fully grown, then it will be down to them to decide."
"On another tack.  Where did the name, Sunrise Club come from?"
"I believe it was formed after an all night session in the early 
nineteen twenties.  It was dawn and the prospective founder Members 
couldn't think of a suitable name until someone said it was getting 
rather late, the sunrise was upon them.  Someone caught the phrase 
and it stuck.  Simple, but it also suggests other things, such as 
the dawn of a new age of sexual tolerance - some Members hope for 
that, but hardly likely in our lifetime, judging by the current 
climate of intolerance"  James was on his high horse again.  He 
hated hypocrisy and never wasted any opportunity to preach to the 
converted.  

A few weeks after this conversation, James called me to ask if I 
would like to be introduced to some other members of the Club.  I 
excitedly agreed.  We decided on dates and times and I put the phone 
down feeling a sense of exhilaration.  This was going to be good.

We were on our way.  We were to pick up James and his family then 
motor on over to Hugo's place.  As I drove I reflected on the events 
of the past few weeks.  School was back, the holidays were over.  I 
was not sure whether to be pleased or sorry.  On the one hand I had 
the daytime to myself once again, but I missed the happy girlish 
sounds of my Pippa.  She had recently been asking one or two friends 
around to play.  When the weather was warm it was lovely to see them 
chasing around on the lawns or busy climbing the trees.  When it 
rained, they would sit around watching a video or playing some video 
game or other.  I would ensure I had plenty of reasons to look in on 
them by offering them drinks and ice-cream or whatever.  My thoughts 
were on the imminent Club Meeting.  It was to be our first visit.  
We were invited over to Hugo's place.  I was told there would be 
about half a dozen guests with their families.  I was quite curious 
to find out what they were like.  The only thing I could be certain 
about was their sexual preferences would be broadly the same as 
mine.  

As we swung into the turning area in front of Hugo's house, I was 
surprised not to see any other cars there.  As we stopped a tanned 
youth in his late teens, I should guess, jumped forward and opened 
our doors for us.  He was Klaus, I was told by James.  He offered to 
valet park the Jag.  This explained the absence of cars, they were 
all parked away somewhere out of sight.  I idly wondered if it was 
in case of a quick getaway.  Nonsense, I reminded myself, there was 
less risk of a police bust here than at the local Ladies Circle.

Inside we were introduced in turn to several ladies and gentlemen.  
As already warned by James, all wore masks, including Hugo and his 
family.  James was obviously exempt from this.  I assumed that I was 
not supposed to mention my earlier visit here.  I looked around, but 
apart from some older children in their teens, there were no 
exciting little things to distract me from the business of making 
polite cocktail party style small talk.  I ended up sitting next to 
a wonderful Grande Dame of a lady.  She told me she had joined 
through her husband.  They had joined late in life.  They had no 
children of their own, so basked in the warmth of adopting two 
little girls for both her and her husband to enjoy in their old age.  
The children referred to them as Granddad and Granny.  They had made 
them their wards and had altered their Wills to ensure their 
inheritance.  They had no other living relatives and so could enjoy 
wandering around the world, constantly meeting others like 
themselves.  After the dinner, cooked by a team of helpers, we 
wandered back into Hugo's drawing room.  I collared James to ask why 
no little children, especially as the older lady had told me she had 
two little girls, so where were they?  It seemed Hugo had taken my 
idea of not necessarily sharing my Pippa with any old stranger to 
heart.  He had therefore ensured that all his guests were of a like 
mind.  They also did not relish sharing their children with 
strangers.  The children were upstairs, probably enjoying a film.  I 
idly wondered if it was a porno, then realized how silly that was.  
These were all cultured people, each had risen to the top in their 
respective fields.  As it was my first visit, nobody had told me 
what their occupations were, but I could guess.  They were not 
gauche exploiters of their children.  Their children enjoyed a very 
privileged upbringing.  I was later told by Harry that all children 
were treated exactly the same, whether natural born or adopted for 
pleasure.  Whilst on a weekend Club visit, all were the same.  All 
were treated to a life of great privilege.  I did not find that out 
at that visit, but it emerged from subsequent conversations with 
both James and confirmed from chatting to Club Members.  

Once again, I found myself sitting next to my Grande Dame.  Her name 
was Alexis.  She was quite tall and had a certain aristocratic 
bearing to her.  Her accent was not quite British, but I could not 
place her country of origin.  Later I found she was from Italy, but 
had lived in the United States for many years and had flown over 
with her daughters just for this weekend.  Alexis certainly 
surprised me.  Although it was my first Club visit, she was happy to 
tell me of how she and her husband had yearned for children to love.  
They had even joined a nudist colony at one point.  Her husband was 
a Senator and had inherited from his family.  Apparently one of his 
duties was to monitor forthcoming legislation that might affect the 
Club.  He had several times managed to inject clauses or cause 
delays to various Bills.  He was never to do so much that his 
actions would be noticed, that was imperative.  But Alexis was happy 
to confide with pride how her husband, Danny, had now been elected 
into the inner circle of the Club.  Such openness really caught me 
by surprise.  I did not even know there was such an elite.  Then it 
occurred to me, that it was obviously necessary for someone to know 
what was going on at the top.   

At last some of the children came into the room to join us.  They 
looked typical children until I looked more closely and noticed how 
healthy looking they were.  Many of them had beautiful hair styles 
with sun tans to match.  These children were certainly not from 
these parts.  No British Summer sun would normally give you that 
quality of tan.  They were dressed in varying ways.  Some had tight 
little tank tops and shorts, other wore smart dresses, one had a 
black leotard that made her look very appealing.  She looked about 
nine.  Then there were a pair of little twins about 6 years old 
dressed in Summer school uniform dresses.  Quaint and sweet.  
Alexis' two children came over, one stood in front of us and the 
other sat on the arm of the chesterfield.  They were very pretty and 
dressed in tight short skirts and tank tops.  Both had long brown 
hair.  They both looked me square in the eye when I caught them 
looking at me.  Not an ounce of girlish mock modesty about them.  
They were totally at ease here with these other guests.  This was 
obviously nothing new to them.  I wanted to ask Alexis their ages, 
but I was afraid to in case she thought I was mentally undressing 
them, which of course was exactly what I was doing.  The way they 
were dressed invited such an action.  I was certain that all these 
children were dressed in the parents preferred manner.  If they 
wanted a sex object, they dressed them that way, likewise a little 
innocent school girl, so be it.  I was still too much of a novice, I 
did not yet know the rules.  I was also aware that I was still 
theoretically on probation.  I certainly did not want to blot my 
copybook by asking too many personal questions.  It occurred to me 
then that was why Alexis had told me what she had.  Her purpose was 
to wet my pique, to see if my curiosity got the better of me to ask 
her any probing questions.  I feverishly thought back and mentally 
breathed a sigh of relief when I remembered all through her little 
charade, I had commented little upon her words, just polite nods of 
my head or some such similar non-committal answers.  

Later I collared James and asked what the score was:  
"Is there going to be any naughtiness tonight?"
"Possibly, but not likely.  You are still a very restraining factor 
on things at present.  Don't worry, this is no reflection on you, 
just our natural way to treat a new Member.  Bore them to death and 
if they come back, they're OK"  This said with a guffaw of laughter 
that caused two or three of the nearest couples to turn and look.  
"Actually, these weekends are never the same.  Sometimes there is 
just general chatter and normal weekend activities, other times it 
is a right bacchanalia.  I think Hugo deliberately chose people who 
he knew were as naturally restrained as yourself."
"Oh dear, I feel like a wet blanket.  Perhaps we had better go early 
to let the rest of you enjoy yourselves."
"Goodness me, no.  Don't be silly, Jonathan, you stay.  If you want 
some entertainment I'll have a word with Hugo and see what we can 
rustle up for you."
"No, definitely not.  Please don't do anything like that.  I would 
much prefer things to proceed at their own pace, no forcing it for 
me."  
"Anything you say, old boy."  Was his laconic response.

I noticed that Hugo's twelve year old daughter was standing very 
close to her father.  Although they were wearing masks, there was 
little to doubt who they were.  I did not want to stare and I was 
about to turn away when I noticed she was standing very close to 
Hugo, too close for a daughter just idly listening to grown-ups 
chattering.  Then I noticed that her hand was deep inside his 
trouser pocket.  Hugo was talking in his urbane manner to another 
man who had a very pretty little boy with him.  So he likes little 
boys, I thought.  My attention reverted to Hugo and his daughter.  
Although they both acted as if there was nothing amiss, I could 
distinctly discern her hand movements inside his trouser front.  My 
God, I thought, she is actually feeling his cock in front of the 
room.  He was going on talking as if nothing in the world was 
happening.  James noticed what I was looking at.
"Don't worry about Hugo.  He loves to act like a man of iron will.  
I really believe his thing is control.  He enjoys getting aroused 
yet being able to control it.  He'll keep that sort of front up all 
evening if necessary."
"Do others do it, I mean do others act openly like that?"  I asked.
"Occasionally, but most of these guests are new to me.  So I can't 
be certain.  The lady who you were striking up a conversation with 
is certainly one who enjoys a little exhibitionism.  Her two girls 
are very sexually proactive."
"How old are they?"  I asked.
"Nine and eleven. Why?  You aren't thinking of doing anything with 
them are you?  If so, just give me the nod, Alexis is very generous 
with her girls, especially if she can watch!"  
"Oh no.  What about Pip?  I couldn't do anything like that with 
them, much as I would love to.  I just could not sacrifice my Pip to 
her or her husband.  Which one is he, by the way?"
"He isn't here this weekend.  She is all alone.  But he is just as 
fond of a little sharing as she is."
"Does she actually sleep with those two.  I mean, she must be, what, 
sixty or so years old?"
"What possible difference does that make?  You sound like some old 
fashioned Quaker Frau.  Surely, as long as everybody enjoys 
themselves that is all that matters.  And yes, she will definitely 
be spending the night with them, unless something else happens to 
stop her, such as you muscling in."  This said with a grin.
"I playfully punched him in the ribs and grinned back.  We both knew 
I would have loved to fuck those two little girls, but I was also a 
master of control, in my own way, just like Hugo.

As my thoughts dwelt on those two little girls, my own Pip came up.  
She more shyly than the other girls, gently sought out my hand.  I 
took her sweet little hand in my much bigger one and held it firmly.  
Too firmly, for I felt her pull on me.  I apologized and gently 
caressed it, wanting the hurt to go.  She then grasped my hand with 
her other hand, so both of her hands were holding onto one of mine.  
I looked down into her blue eyes.  I was amazed to see them wet with 
tears.  I panicked, what had caused this.  Surely my grasping her 
hand a little roughly was not the cause, or was it?  I bent forward 
to whisper some encouragement to her, whereupon she quickly put her 
other hand around my neck and pulled my face onto hers and kissed me 
squarely on the lips.  "Why?  What was that for, Darling?"  I asked.
"Just because I love you so much, Daddy.  I am so happy.  I've met 
some awfully nice friends here.  Can we come back again?"  
"Of course, we can, Darling.  Is that why you are crying, because 
you felt overwhelmed?  I asked.
"Yes, I get these feeling of love for you, Daddy.  So strong, I feel 
I could burst.  I just can't help it.  Then I feel so happy, I want 
to cry.  Sounds silly, doesn't it?"
"Definitely not silly"  I answered reassuringly.
Meanwhile, our mutual hand holding exercise had been noticed 
discreetly around the room.  I noticed out of the corner of my eyes, 
a few nudges and smiles at our openly loving behaviour.  Apparently, 
the room approved of it.  

Hugo came over, with his daughter in tow.  Her hand was still deeply 
into his trousers.  He must have had a hole inside his pocket to let 
her hand through, I thought.  Later I found out that was indeed the 
case.  The hand in pocket saga was one of his favourites and 
happened at most of his little gatherings among his friends.  
"Are you enjoying yourselves?"  The perfect host.  
"Absolutely.  Most entertaining."  I managed to not stare openly at 
the hand now more openly manipulating something deep inside his 
trousers.  Hugo acted as if there was nothing in the world unusual 
in a father having his daughter manipulate his penis in front of a 
roomful of people.  True, it was hidden from site, but...  I almost 
choked as at that moment I heard a zipping sound and saw she had 
used her other hand to unzip the front of his trousers.  Nobody 
looked, indeed they almost pointedly ignored what was going on.  I 
tried hard to ignore what was happening in front of my eyes.  I 
could not very well turn away to ignore it, as Hugo continued making 
polite conversation.  Something about the poor showing the English 
cricket team were putting up against the West Indies.  Ordinarily, I 
would have entered straight into that subject, as cricket is one of 
my favourite sports after football and Formula One racing.  But with 
his daughter now openly stroking his erect penis, I was almost at a 
loss for words.  Without looking down I could not help but notice 
how long it was.  Not thick, just long.  As this thought passed 
across my mind, his daughter got down on her knees in front of her 
father and took his cock into her mouth.  Grief, here we were in a 
room of people all fully dressed, all apparently ignoring this 
demonstration of filial love.  I was determined not to make an ass 
of myself by staring so I entered into the spirit of things and 
quietly chatted back with my host.  I managed to get my mind onto 
cricket.  Then I felt a slight tug at my hand and looked down at 
Pip, she was gently gesturing in the direction of the display, 
trying to draw my attention to it, as if I was blind.  I shushed her 
with a finger on my lips and turned back to Hugo.  He was smiling at 
something he had said.  I had lost track of the conversation, then 
with relief noticed out of the corner of my eye the penis being 
pushed back inside the trousers, the shirt tail was tidied and then 
the zip pulled up.  With that, she rose to her feet and walked 
slowly off, presumably to clean up.  Yet I did not remember him 
ejaculating.  If he had done so, it was the most restrained orgasm I 
had ever witnessed.  

Later, I was told by James that had been my final test.  I was not 
supposed to react to it.  I had passed the test.  If they had known 
how close it had been, I may well have had my marks reduced to a 
possible failure.  



Chapter 20

I noticed that several of the guests had left, the room was thinning 
out.  I excused myself from the couple I was chatting with, to see 
if James could shed any light on why everybody was leaving.
"Oh, because it's past many of the children's bedtimes, you see.  
Many of these parents enjoy the togetherness of preparing their kids 
for bed.  They share the work as a family."
"Does this mean sex?"
"Probably, but that is only a side effect.  These people are caring 
parents first, actually I should say doting parents first then 
sexual partners."
"Interesting.  These children certainly look well cared for.  
Everything about them, their dress, their bearing and their obvious 
happiness suggest they are enjoying life.  Who would guess what goes 
on behind closed doors with them?"
"Who indeed.  As you say, they are well adjusted and happy.  By the 
way, what are you doing tonight?  I presume you will be staying 
over, if so, are you sleeping with Pippa?"
"Gosh, I hadn't thought about it.  I forgot to ask.  Anyway, I 
haven't brought any toiletries - yes, I know PJ's are not de rigeur, 
but I do need a toothbrush, you know."
"Oh, that will all be provided.  Look in your bathroom or shower or 
whatever you have - it'll be well stocked, don't worry."
 
Later, when Pippa and I were getting ready for bed, I heard a 
discreet tap on our bedroom door.  It was the elder daughter of the 
Senator's wife.  Would I and Pippa like to join their mother for a 
nightcap?  My first reaction was to politely decline, then a thought 
occurred to me.  Perhaps I was reading something that was not there, 
but I was sure the girl had a slight smirk or a smile, as if at some 
secret joke.  I twigged immediately what this was about and decided 
this was too good to pass up.  Calling Pip who was now wearing only 
her lacy panties, told her we were having a little drink before 
bedtime.  We three trouped down the corridor to her mother's room.  
I idly noticed that each room had a name of a flower.  Mine had been 
Blue Orchid, now we passed Snapdragon followed by Marigold then 
Water Lily.  The girls and their mothers room was called Rambling 
Rose.  The furnishings were in gentle shades of pink.  Presumably 
all the rooms were matched to the flowers, mine had been delicate 
shades of pale blue.  
  
"Ah, welcome"  Alexis greeted us.
"Thank you.  We were about to get into bed, but as it is a little 
early, for me at least, thanks for the kind hospitality"
Both her girls broke into giggles at this.  I noticed that they had 
all changed into night clothes with dressing gowns.  I felt a little 
foolishly over-dressed, Pip on the other hand looked positively 
under-dressed.  I wished I had stopped to get her back into her 
dress.  Alexis saw my discomfiture and suggested we all wear the 
same, nothing.  I felt a tiny bit hesitant.  But before I could 
voice anything, they were already discarding their garments.  Pippa 
was way ahead of me, because she slipped out of her panties right 
away, leaving Muggins standing alone, fully dressed.  I grinned 
foolishly then stripped as quickly as I could.  No half measures 
with this lady.  Get to the point, must have been her family motto.  
Her room was very large and had some easy chairs and a small 
ottoman.  One was a Victorian nursing chair, which her youngest 
immediately sat in.  She was directly opposite me, as Pip sat near 
me on the ottoman.  The elder daughter and her mother each sat in a 
small circle around us.  There was a small table with a bottle of 
red and white wine.  She surprised me by pouring out white wines for 
the three children then red for us.  The wine was a beautiful 
Italian, I suspected from the Northern parts.  Full bodied, but not 
sickly over flavoured, as some wines from the hotter South can be.  
We chatted quietly, then I noticed that the younger daughter seated 
directly across from me, was deliberately opening her legs a little 
and looking me straight in the eyes.  I momentarily blushed at being 
caught out looking at her.  I tried to carry on with the 
conversation then felt more intense embarrassment as my woody 
started to show an interest.  I tried gamely to keep up appearances, 
when thank goodness, Alexis laughed and broke the ice.
"Is she giving you an eyeful?  She always does that to every man.  
Do you want to see more?"
I blushed momentarily, then caught hold of myself.  Surely, this 
women was offering me her daughters, possibly in exchange for my 
Pippa.  As much as I wanted to fuck them there was no way I was 
going to let my Darling Pip be used by this women.  I couldn't 
imagine Pippa liking the thought of her pawing her.  Yet, I still 
felt so attracted to the girl who had now draped one leg over the 
side of the chair.  I could see deep between her legs.  Her 
beautiful little cunny, hairless of course as was her elder 
sister's.  It looked very inviting.  
"Don't worry, I am not going to interfere at all, just watch with 
your permission, of course"  From Alexis.
"Of course."  So that was it.  She was a voyeur.  Well that put a 
different shade on things altogether.  I still had to clear things 
with Pip.
"What about you, Sweetheart?  Do you want to stay and enjoy some 
sexy fun, or do you want an early night?"
"Oh, I'm not too tired Daddy, whatever you want, of course."  My 
sweetest darling as always, happy to oblige me. 
"Well shall we stay a little while and if you feel tired, you just 
tell me and we'll be off to bed, OK?"
"Yes, OK, Daddy"
"I always enjoy it when Danny fucks them.  I love to see their 
little orgasms, as they screw up their faces and their little bodies 
wrap themselves around their Daddy so tightly."
"How long has your husband been fucking them or is that a rude 
question?"  I asked.
"Since the night we received them, three years ago.  Isn't that 
right girls?"
The girls nodded.  
"They were very frightened at first, but Danny showed them there was 
nothing to fear but fear itself.  When did you start fucking Pippa?"
"I have never actually fucked her, at least not in the clinically 
correct way of fucking."  I felt a blush coming on again.  What was 
with me tonight, I must have blushed at least three or four times 
since entering the room.
"She is still a virgin, you say?"
"Yes.  Well, no, not quite.  Oh heck.  How do I explain myself.  I 
feel so awful saying this.  You'll probably ask me to leave and I 
won't blame you, if you do.  But...  well, I have fucked her, but 
only in her bottom."
There was a pause and I waited for her to get up and show me the 
door.
"Oh, I see.  That's all right.  Danny has never done that.  I don't 
think it has even occurred to him.  I'll tell him to try it as soon 
as we meet."
A pause and then:
"Hey, try it with them.  Or at least with one of them.  Please, I 
would love to see that.  It would be a first for the girl as well.  
You could plough the furrow in readiness for Danny"  said with a 
little tinkly laugh.   I still felt a little embarrassed at this 
forthrightness of Alexis.  I felt even more embarrassment as I could 
not remember the names of her girls.  Hardly gentlemanly to ask 
their names as I was about to fuck them.  It lacked finesse.  As if 
I were just using them as objects, which of course was precisely 
what I was about to do.  
"Thanks, I would love that.  But do you not think it might be a 
little hard on the girl to just do it, with no preparation?  It took 
about a week to do it with Pippa and even now it still hurts her at 
first.  What if I just manipulate their little tender nether 
orifices, get them ready for the big one with your Danny?"
"Oh, please do not disappoint me.  You actually got my juices 
flowing just talking about it, please don't leave me high and dry 
now.  By all means get them ready, but do it with one at least, 
please."

Momentarily, I felt non-plussed.  I felt someone had to make the 
first move.  As the man, I thought it should come from me, yet 
somehow I still felt a little hesitant in front of this tower of a 
woman.  I turned to look at her.  Her body was remarkably well 
preserved for her age.  She had no pubic hair, just as bald as her 
little girls.  Strangely, I did not feel repulsed by her.  On the 
contrary there was something erotic about her.  As I stared, she 
rose and took the arm of the smallest girl and brought her to me.  
She gestured for her to kneel down in front of me and to take hold 
of my prick.  She was nine years old, I had been told, yet she acted 
like a twenty-nine year old.  She immediately gently manipulated my 
cock.  Then rolled her tongue up and down its length all the time 
staring into my eyes.  This girl was into eye contact.  She never 
stopped looking at me.  I saw the mother taking up a position close 
by with her elder daughter.  I noticed she was feeling the girls 
pubes.  Then without speaking, obviously a well rehearsed thing 
between them, she sat back and the girl dived in between her thighs 
to her bald cunt.  The mother ignored what was happening between her 
legs, just watched intensely as her other daughter slobbered over my 
cock.  At one moment slipping it into her mouth, trying to engorge 
it as if it were a sausage to be eaten whole and the next moment, 
licking it all over.  I had never had a girl actually lick me.  My 
experiences to date were of course limited to my Pippa and Linny and 
Bethan.  None of those usually spent time licking.  Perhaps 
momentarily before sucking it into their mouths, but this girl 
actually licked it persistently and very thoroughly all over.  It 
was very erotic, very different to what I had experienced before.  

I took hold of my Pippa's hand and gently kissed it.  I did not want 
her to feel left out.  I then brought her closer to me and wrapping 
an arm around her, hugged her to me.  She looked up and smiled as I 
bent and caught her smile with a French kiss.  Pippa immediately 
entered into the act and opened her mouth in instant response to my 
gesture of love.  I felt her tongue twisting over mine.  My feelings 
of eroticism were extreme.  My senses were reeling from the 
sensation of first a nine year old, a beautiful dark haired pre-teen 
licking my manhood whilst her mother watched encouragingly and then 
additionally from my own daughter giving me a sexy tonguing kiss.  I 
knew this could not last.  I was on the point of ejaculating, when 
thankfully the mother must have sensed my forthcoming explosion, 
told her daughter to stop and lie down on the floor.  I thought she 
was going to ask me to go down on her, when she herself went down on 
the little girl.  I watched the elderly grey haired mother gently 
licking out her nine year old daughter.  I could not detect any 
response from either girl so far.  They were just obedient 
automatons.  I preferred to interact with my sexual accomplices.  
This doll like submission was not really my scene.  Nevertheless, 
the thought that this mother wanted to watch me fuck her daughters, 
possibly anally was a tremendous turn on.  The other girl meanwhile 
had slithered around behind her mother and was approaching her from 
the rear.  Her mothers rump was sticking up and the child was 
sucking on her elongated clitoris.  I got off the chair, still with 
Pippa close to me, and gently starting feeling around this elder 
girls vulva.  As I had noticed, it was still totally bald.  She was 
still a true pre-pubescent little girl.  I thought I detected a 
response to my gentle fondling.  This encouraged me to gently insert 
one finger up inside her vagina.  She was wet, so she must have been 
aroused from her ministrations on her mother.  This girl was much 
bigger than any of the girls I had had experience with so far.  
Although only a year older than Linny, she was larger boned than 
Linny.  She had a delightful little rear.  My Pippa must have 
thought so too, because without any encouragement from me, she 
slipped into position behind the girl and took over from my 
fingering.  She stopped momentarily to giggle up at me.
"You don't mind, do you, Daddy?"
"No, of course not, my Darling.  Enjoy yourself."
I was secretly relieved at this forwardness from my daughter.  I had 
not expected her to take the lead in that way.  But it pleased me.  
It eased my conscience considerably.  It was not so one-sided now.

Pippa was certainly enjoying herself.  I looked at the sight of the 
three bodies on the floor.  The nine year old stretched out, legs 
widespread as her mother licked and sucked on her cunny, the other 
daughter paying homage to her mother by sucking on her mother's 
cunny as she was herself licked out by my seven year old Pip.  I 
decided to complete the little tableau by moving around behind Pippa 
and gently raising her bottom up so that I could give her some 
pleasure.  The five of us in line, each sucking and licking on the 
one in front.  Each giving and receiving pleasure to the best of our 
ability.  

It was Alexis who ended the scene.  She wanted to watch some 
penetrative action.  I asked if I could just fuck each one normally.  
She nodded, then added, "Provided you finish off in their bottoms".  

I started with the eldest.  She was actually the least attractive to 
me.  I was certain that her sultry dark looks would have made most 
pre-teen lovers ejaculate just at the prospect of a fuck, but I 
found her a little too daunting, too high powered for me.  Her 
younger sister on the other hand was much smaller and did not 
radiate that aura of intense sexuality, despite her previous actions 
on my penis.  I think the truth was, I was intimidated by the 
eldest.  As if she had had so much sexual experience, I would not 
stack up against all her previous lovers in her minds eye.  Probably 
nonsense, but it was how I felt.  I never felt that with any of my 
three present lovers.  I gently laid her down, and then started 
kissing her all over.  My previous thoughts of inadequacy spurred me 
on to make her really enjoy my fucking her.  I took my time, gently 
working all over her body, from her feet (beautifully tanned I 
noticed) all the way to her forehead.  Then back down again.  I 
dallied over he navel.  I enjoyed the ripples of pleasure I detected 
as my lips butterflyed over her skin.  I turned her over onto her 
tummy and continued my kissing, followed by the gentlest touching 
with my fingertips.  I turned her over onto her back again and at 
last made my way in between her legs.  I lifted them up onto my 
shoulders to get a better purchase and positioned myself squarely in 
front of her vaginal lips.  I stared at them for a few moments.  
They were very developed for such a young girl.  Her clitty was very 
prominent as were her inner lips.  They protruded in the manner of a 
grown woman.  I went closer and gently blew a breath of air over her 
hot pubes.  She shuddered and tried to open her legs even wider, but 
they were trapped on my shoulders.  I wasted no more time, I started 
in licking her.  I tried every sexual manoeuvre I could think of.  
She was by now squirming under the attention.  After several more 
minutes, I judged she was ready and I put her legs down and ensured 
they were spread wide, then moved up into position.  My cock was at 
her portal.  She took it into her hands and coaxed it into the 
correct position because immediately I felt it enter into her body.  
All my previous expectations were as naught as I felt this 
delightful tight sheath slipping over and around my cock as it slid 
up into her body.  She was obviously well versed in how to please 
her mother, because she immediately started moaning and tightly 
wrapped her hands and legs around me.  I could feel her body rutting 
in a series of short jabs up towards me.  It was like nothing I had 
ever experienced before.  True, she was very experienced and 
obviously a strongly sensual girl, but even Linny was more gently 
passive and waited for me to take the lead.  This girl was not 
allowing me any respite, she was urging me on.  I could hear 
a strange gurgling coming from her.  She had her eyes tightly shut, 
yet her body kept up its insistent quick thrusts up towards me, 
urging my cock to push ever deeper into her little body.  Yes, 
little body.  It was now whilst she was covered by my much larger 
body, that I could judge how small she actually was in relation to 
me.  Again, I could feel myself approaching my climax.  I had to 
pull out a little more abruptly than I would have liked, not at all 
gentlemanly, but essential if I was to last.  Thankfully, my Pippa 
immediately took over by giving her a good tonguing.  This was the 
final thing that sent her over the edge.  Her mother had been 
watching this eagerly.  She had one hand between her legs and the 
other was draped over the shoulders of her youngest.  As I watched, 
she took the girls face in both her hands and gave her a full 
blasted French kiss.  
"Right, this one is ready now"  she indicated the nine year old, who 
obediently lay down ready to receive her thirty-six year old lover.  
I was feeling a little tired, but thought it ungallant not to ensure 
the youngest also benefited from the Vauchel treatment and gave 
myself up to the pleasures of titillating a precocious pre-teen.  I 
gently kissed her entire body.  She had a delightful rear, but I had 
already decided that her elder sister would be the one to have to 
sustain my onslaught that night.  I hoped it would not put her off 
anal sex for life.  I had little doubt, that should the inclination 
for anal sex overtake this woman's husband, Danny, he would partake 
and to Hell with the consequences to his little charges.  I was now 
once more at the portal of love of this dear little girls sex.  She 
obligingly opened her legs ever wider to allow me full access rights 
to her pre-teen pussy.  Like her sister's (were they really sisters, 
I wondered?) her sexual organ was surprisingly well developed.  It 
had a small but quite prominent clitoris.  Her inner lips were not 
yet protruding in the manner of her sister's, but I had little doubt 
that they would one day soon.  Her enjoyment of my tongue was 
obvious.  She gyrated around in an ecstasy of enjoyment.  My face 
was soaking wet from my saliva and her drenching pre-teen 
lubrication.  I pushed my tongue into her mouth so that she could 
taste the heady mixture of our juices.  I felt hands helping my cock 
find the smaller opening of this little girl.  I had to gently push 
more forcefully to gain entrance.  My cock was still as stiff as 
ever, yet I wondered if I would be able to penetrate her, I could 
not locate her vaginal opening.  Again, I felt a pair of hands, this 
time more mature and experienced.  The mother was helping this sick 
pedophile grown man to find the entrance to her nine year old 
daughters cunt.  With this help, I felt it slip inside.  Tightness 
and exquisite pleasure, were my sensations for the next few minutes.  
I pushed harder and felt her recoil involuntarily from my advancing 
penis.  I reached around her and grasped her little bottom cheeks.  
So precious and soft.  I kneaded them as I pulled her onto my cock.  
I felt merciless, I tried rationalizing my crude behaviour by 
telling myself I was not doing anything that her father had not done 
a hundred times before and would not do ten thousand times again in 
the future.  I think even her mother was getting a little anxious at 
my animal ferocity of my fucking of her daughter, but she did not 
interfere.  I was about to shoot, when I remembered I had to perform 
yet another "duty" before I was through that night.  I switched my 
thoughts to anything other than sex, the local public house with its 
warm welcoming fire in Winter, the clouds rushing past my window on 
a Summers day, the wind gently passing through the leaves of the 
trees outside our bedroom window, anything but sex.  I was frozen 
tightly up inside her body.  Her mother must have realized my 
torture, she told me it was OK, I could finish inside her if I 
preferred that to her bottom.  That stopped me.  Her bottom.  Oh 
yes, her bottom.  I pulled out reluctantly and then her mother 
immediately took over and coaxed her daughter who had suffered the 
ignominy of her older lover pulling out just as she had reached a 
plateau, into her orgasm.  She silently squirmed around, her mother 
had to hold her thighs as she gave her the kiss of life, the kiss 
considered since ancient history to be the most intimate and sexual.  
As her daughter came down off her high, Alexis turned to me:
"Ready for her bottom?"
"Do you mind if I try this one?" indicating the elder girl still 
supine on the floor after her bout.
"Not at all, whichever you prefer." was Alexis' generous reply.
"I'll need something slippery.  Have you any face cream, you know 
the lanolin type?"
"Hugo always provides for these little eventualities.  There are a 
variety of lubricants in the bedside drawer, take a peek."

I came back with a tub of KY.  I asked Pippa to spread it over my 
cock.  I remembered I had asked her to do this prior to my fucking 
her cousin, Bethan (see Chapter 9, part one) as I wanted to involve 
my little girl.  I had excluded her so far and I was feeling more 
than a little guilty.  I was now doing the same to the rosebud anus 
of the eleven year old.  I was struck that her anus seemed enlarged.  
Had I not inferred differently from her mothers conversation, I 
would have sworn she had already experienced an anal fucking and 
probably more than once.  As she had already cum once already that 
evening, I thought there was little point in trying to work her up 
to a frenzy again, particularly as I was by now feeling a little 
under the weather.  I was at the point of past caring.  I had 
desperately wanted to cum inside her sister but felt honour bound to 
please the mother by acceding to her wishes by giving her the 
sideshow entertainment of my fucking her daughter in the rear.  I 
turned the girl over onto her tummy, then lifted her hips in the 
air.  She had a delightful rear.  I could now clearly see her cunt 
with its protruding inner lips, a pouty thing, very much the 
possession of a grown woman.  It looked out of place on this pre-
teen.  My Pippa was still administering the KY jelly.  Not that it 
needed such preparation, but I was glad of her little hands 
squeezing it into my flesh.  I quickly turned my head and gave her a 
quick French kiss.  Our tongues momentarily entwined then I 
separated and gave her one more quick kiss on the lips and turned 
back to the job in hand.  My penis wavered just back from its 
target.  Pippa, bless her little soul, helped guide it into 
position.  I grasped the pre-teens hips to steady us both and pushed 
up to her rear.  My cock-head made contact.  I could feel her 
orifice with the head of my cock.  I hesitated and then pushed 
forward.  I felt a sharp gasp from my little pre-teen temptress, 
then my cock was sliding into her.  Only the first inch or so had 
penetrated so far.  I could feel the usual donut ring tightness 
around my cock, just behind its head.  I noticed Alexis was staring 
intensely at our juncture.  Her fascination was total.  Again I 
levered myself forward and felt another inch or so move up into her 
body.  Again I heard her sobs of pain.  I was a man past caring now.  
I wanted to fuck this pre-teen girl.  With her mothers consent, nay 
her mothers blatant encouragement, nothing was going to stop me.  
More penetration, more sobs.  I was almost home.  I paused for a few 
seconds then gave one last heave and felt myself tightly up against 
her buttocks.  There was no more I could do.  I was tightly up 
inside yet another pre-teen.  Once more I was behaving like some 
sick fool.  This time, however, I could at least apportion some of 
the blame at the mothers feet.  She had encouraged me to take her 
daughters nether virginity.  Indeed, she had wanted me to take the 
younger one, or even both of them had I a mind to.  

I now gently pulled back a little then pushed my way back up inside 
her.  I gently repeated this in-out movement.  Her sphincter muscle 
was so tight, it was difficult to enjoy it.  On the one hand it was 
simply too erotic to believe, but on the other, it was also very 
painful for me.  It must have been hell for my accomplice.  Yet so 
far, she had survived the onslaught remarkably well.  I was by now 
slithering in and out repeatedly.  I could feel my dam was about to 
burst.  I gave one last heave and buried myself to the hilt inside 
her rectum and erupted.  I pulled out a little way then heaved up 
tightly again and yet another ejaculate spurted into her bowels.  I 
could not come in my usual uncontrolled way, I had to deliberately 
engineer each eruption with my pressing myself tightly up into my 
little lover's bottom.  At last it was over.  I allowed my penis to 
slide back down her rectum and out into the cool air.  My little 
lover rolled over onto her back and just groaned.  No point in 
asking if she liked it.  These two girls were certainly treated to a 
very rough and ready life.  There was no way that I would ever have 
treated my Pip that way.  I felt a bit of a heel letting myself be 
dominated by this woman and her desire to see her children abused by 
one who until that day was a total stranger to them.  Amazing, 
simply amazing the people in this world.  Yet I had concurred.  
After all, I could always have said no.  I had chosen to say yes, 
and my body had been every bit as rough with her as any rapist.  Of 
course, I realized that I was once again indulging in my favourite 
pastime of reflective post orgasmic conscience shedding.  



Chapter 21

Back in bed later, after a quick shower with my Pippa, I asked if 
she had minded my fucking those two girls.
"Not a bit Daddy.  I like to watch you.  When are you going to fuck 
me?"
"Good question Darling.  Let's leave it for a day or two, right?"
"No, Daddy, no.  You keep putting it off.  Please fuck me now."
I groaned inwardly. 
"Please, Daddy.  Linny and Bethan have been fucked by their Daddy.  
I want to feel you inside me, they told me it's nice, so, please 
Daddy, do it right now"
What normal hot blooded man could resist such a plea?  True, I had 
enjoyed a very arousing and satisfying orgasm earlier in the 
evening, but the sight of my little Pippa lying there with her legs 
apart, begging me to push my dick into her frail little body was 
just so exciting.  All evening I had felt an almost electric 
atmosphere of growing excitement.  This Club was totally beyond my 
wildest dreams.  From what my brother-in-law had said, I was 
expecting a crusty lot who would have put up all sorts of "hands 
off" signals if I had just peered too closely at their kids.  
Amazingly there were all sorts, as my little bed-time escapade with 
Alexis and her girls proved.  Momentarily my thoughts flashed to 
what was likely going on in all the different rooms of the house.  I 
suspected that there were many more midnight trysts going on around 
us.  The local police force would have a field day writing down all 
the various charges against all us guests.  I laughed aloud to 
myself at the thought of a stolid country bobby licking his pencil 
and trying to write down all the shocking events in his little 
pocket book.  At my laugh, Pip looked at me with a cocked eyebrow,  
The look was very adult on such a little child.  I smiled and tried 
to explain what had caused it. "Gosh, does that mean we would all go 
to prison, then""No, Darling, definitely not you children.  But, yes 
the grownups would."
"But...  who would look after me then Daddy?" her voice tremored.
"Don't worry, neither I nor anybody else in this house is going to 
prison.  I will always be with you Sweetheart."
She looked relieved.  I should not have mentioned that.  I did not 
want her worrying about consequences that were unlikely, especially 
now I had strong behind the scenes support from the Sunrise Club.
"Come on then my Darling.  I want to bury my cock in your sweet 
little pussy cunt."
She immediately leaned towards me to put her arms around my neck.  
Although our relationship was developing and I knew her body better 
than my own after all my constant examining of it, I nevertheless 
still get a thrill just to feel her little arms around my neck 
inviting a closer intimacy between us.  The expectation of what was 
to follow gave my penis an excuse to stiffen even further, if it 
were possible.  One of my hands groped down her body to between her 
legs.   Once again my little Darling showed her compliance by 
immediately opening her legs, allowing greater freedom of access.  I 
ran my fingers up and down through the crease of her vulva.  Her 
soft lips felt warm and slippery from the juices that were flowing.  
I was certain that she juiced far more now than in our earliest 
encounters, yet only a couple of months had passed.  Possibly the 
sexual excitement had brought on a faster rate of development in her 
little body.  I could hear her murmuring.  She was already feeling 
aroused, I could tell.  I kept up my gentle manipulation of her 
sweet cunny lips.  Very gently I pushed one finger within the folds, 
searching for the entrance to her vagina.  I reflected that I had 
never attempted to push a finger deeply inside her.  I momentarily 
wondered what had caused my hesitation.  Here was a perfectly 
delighful specimen of little pre-teen girlhood and I had passed up 
the opportunity to even attempt any fingering exploration.  The 
thought passed across my mind to be followed by another, why?  Why 
had I hesitated, was it loyalty to her mothers memory?  I then 
realized that now was not the time to dwell on these things, perhaps 
later, after the event I could lie and wonder what had motivated me 
to unconsciously avoid fucking her.  I now realized, yes, I had been 
unconsciously avoiding fucking her.  With that last thought, I re-
newed my fingering of little Pippa.  She let go of my neck and lay 
back on the pillows, surrendering herself to the sexual sensations 
now running through her body.  She had started to roll slightly, 
then push up against my finger.  So far my finger had only 
penetrated to what I imagined was her hymen, then as I pushed a 
little more it slipped easily inside.  I could feel my finger 
pushing deep up into her body.  I looked at her, expecting her to be 
screwed up in pain, but no, she was still squirming with pleasure, 
possibly even more so.  I momentarily pulled out my finger to 
examine it for blood.  It was clear.  As she had accepted my finger 
so readily and she was so obviously in the throes of an orgasm, I 
decided to delay no further.  I gently climbed onto her.  Pushing 
her little legs up and spreading them wide, I positioned my cock-
head at the entrance to her vagina.  I heaved up closer and felt it 
pass through the lips.  A steadier push and I found the little 
entranceway and felt the tip push inside.  My excitement was so 
strong, I could barely restrain myself.  I wanted to heave deeply 
into her, to feel her vaginal lips cloyingly grip my penis.  
Fortunately, I just had enough self control to just keep pushing 
steadily.  Gradually I realized my cock was sinking into her.  A 
part of my mind, a very small part, was wondering how it was so 
easy.  I had expected resistance, pain, blood, even screaming, the 
first time I actually penetrated her.  Yet her she was, just 
allowing me to push into her.  I had over half my cock deeply 
entrenched in her little pussy.  I looked down and could see that 
now it was about two thirds embedded into her body.  That was as far 
as I was able to penetrate as I felt something pushing at my cock 
from inside.  I had reached the end of her little girls vagina.  Any 
further penetration and I would enter her cervix.  I remembered I 
had had exactly the same sensation with Bethan.  As I pushed a 
little further, rather rudely allowing my sexual needs to take 
precedence over my daughters well being, she gave a sharp cry.
"No further, please Daddy.  It hurts too much"
I immediately backed off.  
"How's that, now?"
"Much better.  It feels painful when pushed in all the way - I don't 
like that."
"That's all right, Darling.  I wont do that again.  I don't want to 
hurt you.  I love you."  I added with a smile at her.  As I looked, 
I noticed tears in her eyes.  She had obviously felt some dreadful 
pain and had been so determined to get me to proceed, she had tried 
to hide it from me, knowing that had she cried out in pain, I would 
have pulled out.  I immediately felt an overpowering sense of love 
for my child.  She so much wanted to please me.  I rested on my 
elbows, my cock still buried deeply inside her body, and took her 
head in my hands.  I looked into her crystal blue eyes and kissed 
her tenderly on her lips.  
"I love you, my Pippa.  So much, I could burst."
"Oh, Daddy, I love you.  I've wanted you inside me like this for 
weeks.  Ever since you did it to Beth when we stayed there that 
first weekend, I've wanted to feel what it was like."  (See part 
One, chapter 9).   I now very gently commenced moving my hard cock 
slowly into and out of her body.  She was not enjoying it the way I 
had hoped.  The pain had obviously dampened her earlier responses.  
I gently continued, but as long as she was in pain, it was difficult 
for me to feel that exhilaration I had earlier felt.  Then I felt 
around to her bottom.  Without conscious thought, more because of 
habit, I rubbed on her anus with one finger.  Her little legs were 
wide apart and in response to my probing finger she now lifted them 
higher onto her chest.  This made it easier for my finger to 
continue its exploration around her nether entranceway.  Meanwhile I 
kept up my insistent gentle and slow, in and out movement into her 
vagina.  Whether it was my cock or my finger, I felt her sphincter 
muscle relax and my finger slipped into her rectum.  Pippa was of 
course well used to my probing fingers in her anus.  I had buggered 
her many times over the last two months.  Now I felt my finger 
touching the inner bowel wall and I could feel my cock going in and 
out through the thin membrane.  I gently kept massaging and then 
exploring around inside her bottom.  I luxuriated in feeling my cock 
going into one of her sexy holes and my finger going into its next 
door neighbour.  Suddenly I became aware that she was responding 
slightly.  Her body was gently moving beneath me.  The tenseness had 
long since passed, I believe it had started with my finger being 
allowed easy passage into her anus.  As my movements slowly speeded 
up, so my Pip started her little girlish mewling that I knew 
inferred her sexual arousal.  Her body gyrations became stronger, 
more insistent.  I responded with more forceful pushing, but taking 
great care not to go so far into her that I would hurt her again.  
Our union took on a life of its own.  As I screwed one way, she 
would respond, her body was now showing all the signs of strong 
sexual arousal.  I could feel her hands tightly clenching my neck.  
She was pulling me onto her.  Her legs, so far up around her sides 
now attempted to wrap around my torso.  She was just too short to 
accomplish that effectively, as her legs only reached around my 
thighs, but her arousal was not dampened.  On the contrary, I could 
now hear the familiar sounds of her orgasm.  She suddenly heaved 
upwards at me, I could feel the strength of her little seven year 
old frame pushing at me, greedily wanting her Daddy's cock in her 
little body.  I felt the semen at the base of my cock suddenly erupt 
and spurt deeply up inside her little frame.  She continued unabated 
with her thrusting.  I had my other hand feeling her bottom cheeks 
as the wanton finger continued its probing in her rear.  Gradually, 
I noticed through a fog that she was climbing down from her orgasm.  
Slowly we became aware of each other again.  
"Thank you, thank you, Daddy"
"Oh goodness, thank you my Darling.  That was probably the most 
erotic fuck of my life.  I had no idea it could be so arousing.  I'm 
so glad you enjoyed it.  I was afraid for awhile that the pain would 
put you off."
"Aunty Harry told me it would hurt a lot.  She helped me by using 
those dilldong things."
"Oh, you mean, dildoes.  Really, Aunty Harriet has used those on 
you?"  So that's why it went in so easily, I thought.
"Yes, Aunty Harry said it was best to stretch it a little first.  
She said they did the same with Linny and Bethan before Uncle James 
did them."

Trust my Harry.  Some men would be angry that someone had 
technically taken their child's virginity, but not me.  I was 
perhaps a bit of a coward, but the thought of an erect penis 
bursting through a child's maidenhead is not my idea of sexual 
thrills.  I was always too conscious of the pain it would cause.  
This was almost certainly my reason for putting off the deed, I 
reasoned.  I should have known that my Harry would surmise my 
dilemma and do something to help me out.  I gently bent down and 
kissed Pip.  She smiled up at me, totally relaxed.  I knew that we 
were as close as a father and a daughter could ever be.  By normal 
man and woman standards we were effectively man and wife.  I was 
married to my seven year old daughter.  I should feel shame, but 
instead I felt overwhelmingly in love.  I wanted to protect her, 
look after her, be her mentor, he mate and her friend.  



Chapter 22

The following morning we came down to breakfast around nine O'clock.  
There were only a handful of people there, mainly children.  I 
helped Pippa to fill her plate from the buffet.  There were deviled 
kidneys, mushrooms, choices of eggs and crispy bacon - done my 
favourite way.  I poured us large glasses of orange juice and sat 
down at the long dining room table.  It had rained during the night, 
but the sun had broken through and a watery beam fell across the 
curtains and onto the window seat cushions.  I noticed that they had 
faded from the sun's constant attentions over the years.  Sitting 
down alongside Pippa I took time to glance around the table.  Many 
of the children had a polite curiosity about them.  Shyly glancing 
at Pippa then me, looking away rather quickly if they caught me 
looking back.  But their bashfulness was not total, as the meal 
progressed I spoke to one or two and they gradually accepted me as a 
friend.  I wondered how often each had been fucked.  What was their 
favourite position, did they like fellatio, did they enjoy their 
sexual lifestyle?  My curiosity was only idle.  Nevertheless, the 
knowledge that each of these children was certainly involved in a 
full sexual relationship with a grownup was quite arousing in its 
own right.  Directly opposite me sat a beautiful little girl of 
about Pippa's age.  She glanced often at Pip and soon they were 
talking.  The little girl only had broken English.  I found out 
later her native tongue was Turkish.  She had beautiful dark 
features with long dark hair.  She had a very gentle and submissive 
aura about her.  Before my musings became too intense, Alexis came 
into the room with her two little girls.  They looked none the worse 
for my exertions last night.  I wondered as the eldest girl sat at 
the table whether her bottom was sore.  I was sure it would be.  I 
had certainly reamed her out very properly.  She looked at me, quite 
openly, no false modesty and gave me a charming smile.  I smiled 
back.  The younger girl sat down alongside the Turkish girl and 
tried to engage her in chatter.  I was surprised at the 
sophistication of these kids.  There was no atmosphere of 
embarrassment, yet each must know the circumstances of the others.  
They must know what they were involved in, yet they seemed quite 
happy and relaxed, just like a child brought up in a "normal" family 
relationship.  There were no clues as to their private lives.  On 
the contrary they seemed even more relaxed and able to accept the 
presence of relative strangers with impunity.  

"How are you feeling, this morning?" from Alexis.  I almost had the 
grace to blush, but my sanguinity held.  I was slowly getting used 
to how these people acted.
"Oh, just fine, thanks - and you, oh yes, and the girls?  Are they 
OK, not sore or anything?" I asked rather cheekily.
"What do you think?  After last night, Brandy is as sore as hell, 
aren't you Darling?" turning to her eldest.  Brandy looked up from 
her plate and smiled at us both.  Well, I thought, she cannot be 
that much worse for wear.  
"I used dollops of cold cream on her.  That should help her."  I had 
visions of Alexis rubbing cold cream over Brandy's anus.  I bet 
Alexis enjoyed that, probably more than the girl.  
"What time are you leaving?"  Alexis asked me.  I had not thought 
about it.
"No idea.  When are you going?"
"Straight after breakfast.  Hugo is taking us to the airport.  We 
are on the 6 PM Concorde to New York.  We couldn't get a direct 
flight to Washington"
I was impressed.  If Hugo was taking them himself, they were 
obviously very important to him.  
"Have a safe flight.  Is Danny meeting you?"
"Not bloody likely.  He is always tied up in Committees or 
something.  I'll be lucky to see him before next weekend."
"That's a shame.  With such a lovely family to come home to, I'm 
surprised."
"Oh, he'll see the girls all right.  He always makes time for them.  
He truly dotes on them both.  I expect he'll arrange for a car to 
pick them up mid-week and they'll stay somewhere overnight with him.  
I don't mind really.  We'll go upstate on the weekend for a small 
break.  I always love that.  We have a little cabin, nothing 
elaborate.  Most importantly there's no phone there.  He's supposed 
to keep in touch, but we always disconnect it"
"Sounds delightful.  I've never thought about having something like 
that.  Must be lovely, to just leave all your cares behind you."
"Yeah, but they all come back on Monday."  she laughed.

Just then I noticed James and his family coming into the dining 
room.  We exchanged the usual pleasantries about how we were all 
enjoying ourselves, then James indicated he had something to say in 
private.  I excused myself from the table and rose to follow him.
"What time do you want to leave?" he wanted to know.
"I will leave whenever you wish.  I certainly don't want to overstay 
my welcome.  I believe Hugo is taking Alexis and her girls to 
Heathrow this morning.  So he'll be away for the rest of the day.  
When are you leaving?"
"After tea.  Don't rush off.  Unless you have something else on, I 
think you may be interested in something we have planned for later."

With this enigmatic statement, James returned into the dining room 
and I was left wondering what further developments were in the 
pipeline.  Never a dull moment with these people, I thought. 

It was later.  We had all finished breakfast.  Most of the others 
had already left.  Only the lovely Turkish girl, James and family 
and Pippa and I remained.  Hugo had driven off with Alexis and her 
two girls.  Carole, his wife, assumed her role of hostess with 
practiced ease.  
"How come this little girl is on her own?" I asked James.  
"She is not on her own.  She is being adopted by Hugo and Carole.  
Her mother had abandoned her and a Club member contacted Hugo and 
asked him could he find a home for her."  
"That's very kind of him.  How long has she been her?  I never 
noticed her last night."
"She was kept apart from the others yesterday.  Hugo is slowly 
introducing her to her new lifestyle.  He is sensitive to her not 
knowing how we conduct ourselves, so he doesn't want to shock her, 
yet!"

I had a suspicion forming in my mind.

"Would this girl be anything to do with the something "interesting" 
you hinted at earlier?" I asked James.  He laughed.  I took this to 
mean yes.

Carole led us back indoors after waving off her husband.  
"We are going to our little hideaway upstairs.  Come along, follow 
me." she said rather imperiously and promptly led the way upstairs.  
She was followed closely by her son and two daughters.  James and 
Harry and I and our children and the little Turkish girl made up the 
rear.

She led us down the long corridor around a corner to an area I had 
not been down before.  Then up a few stairs and into a doorway.  I 
noticed that it was a particularly heavy and very old door set into 
a Norman archway.  We filed through behind her.  We were in a small 
room, sparsely fitted with furniture and no windows.  As my eyes 
became accustomed to the dusky light coming from two small wall 
lights, I noticed how similar it was to a Chapel.  It had a small 
alter and crucifix and tall brass candlesticks.  Carole waited for 
us all to enter then carefully closed and locked the door behind us.  
She went over to a large mural hanging on the nearby wall and felt 
behind it for a hanging rope which she then pulled.  The mural was 
lifted up from the floor revealing a small door. 

"This is an old house.  Years ago, the inner room was for people to 
practice their faith in secret.  This first room was just cover.  It 
does the same for us today.  Only our worshipping is done at the 
alter of Aphrodite."  She giggled as she said that last bit.  She 
opened the small door to the secret room.  She went through and 
waited for us to file in behind her.  After the last person came 
through, she closed and locked the door behind us.
"We always take extreme precautions to ensure our privacy.  Hugo 
will be away for most of the rest of today, but has asked me to 
entertain you in his absence.  I hope you will enjoy yourselves."
As she was speaking I was amazed at the room.  It was far larger 
than I had expected.  Like the first room, there did not appear to 
be any windows.  However, unlike the first little Chapel room, this 
one had many lights.  It also had air conditioning vents to ensure 
fresh air was circulated through the room.  There were wall lights 
and table lamps and floor standing lamps.  The room was luxuriously 
furnished.  There was very soft carpeting which itself had very 
thick sheepskin rugs covering it.  There was a small raised area 
near one wall.  It looked somewhat like a very large bed, only not 
so high.  
"Let's start by making ourselves comfortable, shall we?"  With that, 
Carole commenced undressing.  No hesitation, no false modesty in 
front of her son.  She simply peeled off her dress, flipped her 
shoes into a corner, then started removing her bra.  In the moments 
before I caught on, she had almost finished undressing.  However, 
her children understood the significance of her actions and were 
obviously well used to it, because they just as swiftly followed 
suit.  James looked across at me, shrugged, and then he too quickly 
undressed.  I turned towards Pip and gently gave her a hug and 
suggested we should do the same, I did not want to appear frumpish.  
With that, Pip showed her spirit as she just as quickly lifter her 
dress over her head and peeled off her pants to remain standing 
there with just her vest on.  She looked so tantalizing.  I only had 
a moment to admire her, as the vest followed next.  I was one of the 
last to finish removing my clothes.  It was warm in the room, 
obviously especially heated for just such occasions.  
"What I would like to do first, is to warm us up with a short film 
we have of us as a family.  Hugo wont mind my showing it to you, as 
you are all very close friends."
With that she picked up a rather large remote control.  The lights 
dimmed, a large screen slowly lowered from the ceiling and an 
expensive looking projector lit up.  I thought how similar this 
setup was to James'.  Then remembered how James had told me, that 
Hugo had helped set his system up for him.  Apparently this was 
Hugo's forte.
"Make yourselves comfortable anywhere you like."  Carole waved an 
arm around and we settled down to look at the screen.



Chapter 23.

"Family Love".  The words appeared on the screen for a few moments 
then faded.  The film was a very hard porno production of Hugo, 
Carole and their three children.  It appeared to be quite recent 
judging by the children's ages on the screen looking identical to 
their present age.  It started with Hugo's eldest daughter 
undressing her father.  He seemed to enjoy being the submissive 
type.  She took his shirt and trousers off.  Then his socks and 
finally his underpants.  His erect cock stood out in front of him.  
Thin and long.  She caressed it lovingly before dropping down in 
front of him to suck on it.  Next moment her brother appears on 
screen and starts feeling around his sisters cunt.  She is 
on her knees in front of her father sucking his cock, The brother 
then gets down behind her and the camera follows around and shows 
him positioning his cock at her vagina.  His cock is not quite as 
long as his fathers but appears a little thicker.  We see it 
vanishing up inside his twelve year old sisters pussy.  This 
continues for several minutes then he pulls out and the younger 
sister, gets behind her sister and starts licking her cunny.  The 
brother now gets behind the nine year old and commences pushing his 
penis up into her cunt.  She accepts it quite happily.  Obviously, 
something they have done many times before.  This continues for a 
while, then the older sister turns around and joins in with her 
sister and brother.  She hungrily kisses her brother, lips to lips, 
mouth open.  The camera shows their tongues entwining.  There is a 
momentary break in the scene, then the mother appears on camera.  
Obviously the husband is now doing the camera work.  The son pulls 
out of his sister and starts caressing his mothers body as she 
lowers herself to lie down alongside him.  He kisses her hungrily as 
his hands run over her body and down between her legs.  She opens 
them as the camera follows his actions.  We watch as his fingers 
disappear up inside his mothers cunt.  She has a generous covering 
of dark hair.  She is meanwhile caressing his cock.  He moves up 
alongside her and she takes his wet cock into her mouth.  I was 
fascinated, but not so turned on as I would be by watching a pre-
teen being fucked.  Then my attention is caught up in amazement.  
I see the boy deliberately start to piss into his mothers open 
mouth.  She lays there as he straddles her, a stream of warm piss 
pouring into her mouth.  Incredibly, she swallows it all, ending it 
by grasping his cock in her mouth and sucking the last remaining 
drops out of him.  She is all the time staring up at her son as he 
performs this outrageous act on his own mother.  His penis had 
sagged as he was pissing, but now it grew back to a full erection.  
He got off her and turned her over onto her stomach and pulled her 
hips upwards, so her bottom was sticking up in the air.  He then got 
behind her and plunged his cock deeply into his mothers cunt.  We 
could hear her moaning and gasps of pleasure.  Then we heard her 
exerting him onwards.  He reached forward and felt her hanging 
breasts, cupping them in his hands as his body rocked back and 
forth, plunging his cock deeply up to the hilt into his mother's 
body.  I knew such things went on, but I had never witnessed such a 
scene before.  Knowing it was a genuine case of a mother and son 
incestuous union made it all the more arousing for me.  Once more 
the scene changed, this times Hugo was in shot.  The youngest 
daughter was paying him lip service, or rather mouth service, as she 
sucked on her father's long cock.  He was sitting down and she was 
lying prostrate between his outstretched legs.  She kept looking at 
her father, as if seeking approval for what she was doing.  Then the 
brother came into shot, he was feeling up between his younger 
sisters legs as she continued sucking on her fathers penis.  This 
continued for several more minutes before yet another momentary blip 
in the scene.  Now Hugo was back in the frame with his son.  They 
were each caressing the others cocks.  Next, Hugo bends forwards and 
sucks his sons cock into his mouth.  The son, turns around and then 
they are head to toe, each sucking on the others dick.  This was not 
particularly erotic for me, so I used the gap in my concentration to 
pick up my Pippa and take her on my knee.  I wanted to enjoy her 
little clitty as I watched this homosexual encounter between father 
and son.  Next moment, Hugo is behind his son, his cock in his hand.  
Then he inserts it into his sons anus.  We see this long instrument 
disappearing up into his sons back passage.  His daughters come into 
scene, helping their Dad enjoy his son.  They are feeling his balls 
and squeezing them as he pistons strongly in and out.  Hugo pulls 
out quickly and then his eldest daughter immediately takes her Dad's 
cock into her mouth and receives his sperm.  He helps it out by 
masturbating strongly.  We see the semen falling into her receiving 
mouth.  There is comparatively little, compared to what I am used 
to.  Possibly Hugo has already had several orgasms, we don't know.  
His daughter salaciously licks her lips then kisses her brother and 
we see them exchanging their fathers sperm between them.  Somehow 
this seems much more erotic than I would have thought possible.  The 
younger daughter next takes her fathers dick into her smaller mouth 
and sucks it dry.  With that, the screen dims out.

Carole, flicks the remote and the lights come on.  Their room seems 
much brighter than I remembered, possibly because my eyes had got 
used to the dimness.  I rub my eyes and look around.  Carole is 
gently caressing her sons strong erection.  The two daughters were 
sitting closely together and looked as if they might have been 
enjoying a rather greater intimacy than was normal for two little 
children.  The little Turkish girl was sitting slightly apart from 
the others and still staring at the screen, perhaps in disbelief. 

"Did you enjoy that?" queries Carole.  I was dumbfounded on the one 
hand by their audacity, yet also enjoying the total openness and 
freedom exhibited by these people.  I knew from the previous 
evening's public display by the twelve year old sucking her father's 
cock, that they were a little bit exhibitionist.  
"Excellent Fare.  What's next?"  I found myself saying.
"Well we were rather hoping you would help us."
I looked at Carole, quizzically.  
"Me?  How?"
"Well little Mishka, here, needs some extra training."  She 
indicated the little Turkish girl.  
"She's just nine years of age.  Hugo has this thing about little 
girls needing breaking-in, so to speak, before he will touch them.  
Could you oblige?"
  
"Whoa, wait a sec.  I am exactly the same.  I am not much into 
taking girls virginity's.  Really, I much prefer the gentle 
approach."  I answered.
"Exactly what James told us.  That is why we feel you are the right 
one to do it.  You will be especially gentle with her.  Not wanting 
to hurt her.  We would be very grateful if you could do it for us.  
I expect James here might be willing to step in if you refuse, 
otherwise I will just have to do it with a dildoe, not particularly 
emotionally involving for her.  But still, if you would rather not 
do it, we understand.  Everybody has their own sexual predilections.  
We respect that."
"Wait.  I don't want to seem uncaring or just plain disinterested, I 
just don't want to hurt anybody, that's all."
"Exactly.  We want you to be gentle with her."
"OK.  But if she starts to cry or anything, I will have to stop.  Is 
that agreed?"
"Agreed"
I turned to my Pippa and asked her if she minded if I introduced the 
little Turkish girl to sex.  Pip was as generous as ever.
"Of course I don't mind, Daddy.  We can both help her.  I loved it 
last night, so I think she will also love it when she gets used to 
it."   The others heard this and showed their understanding and 
appreciation of a little girl who obviously enjoyed her sex life.  
James gave me a hearty wink.  A few weeks back this would have 
unsettled me, causing me major embarrassment, but by now I had 
developed a much thicker skin.  After watching that video of their 
family sex life, I did not feel in the least bit embarrassed in 
front of Carole and her children.

I went over to the little girl and touched her arm to introduce 
myself and at the same time smiled at her.  She did not seem 
frightened.  Perhaps at that stage she had not understood enough to 
know the significance of my presence.  I gently led her to the 
raised section that resembled a bed.  I laid her down and crawled 
down alongside her.  Pippa had joined me and the others gathered 
around in a circle to watch.  I felt a little awkward with an 
audience.  This was new.  

I decided to start by very gently caressing her arms.  I allowed 
myself only very gentle touches.  I found myself whispering her name 
gently into her ear.  She responded to that by touching my arm.  She 
still did not appear intimidated by my naked body lying next to 
hers.  I allowed my fingers to roam further along her little form.  
She had long wavy hair that was as soft as wisps of gossamer.  Her 
eyes were large and dark.  She had rather heavy eyebrows and somehow 
she seemed to understand what I was doing.  I felt her relax and 
roll over onto her side towards me.  Then her hands went around my 
neck and clasped my face closely to hers.  We stared into each 
others eyes for a few moments then one of her hands left my neck and 
reached down between us.  I felt her fingers take hold of my still 
dormant penis.  Immediately it jumped at the feel of her fingers 
wrapping themselves around my now tumescent organ.  This was a shock 
to me.  I had thought she was totally innocent and I was supposed to 
introduce her to sex.  Obviously she had watched the video earlier, 
but that rather brutal introduction to family sex was hardly enough 
to inspire her to taking hold of her lover's cock, unless she 
already had sexual knowledge.  

I continued my exploration.  Now more rapidly centering on her 
little sexual organs.  She had a delightfully full cunny.  As I 
commenced my fingering I felt it get wet with her lubrication.  My 
cock was by now at full stretch.  
"Would you like a little hors d'oeuvres before your main course?"  
Carole asked.
"Eh, yes, of course."  I replied.
With that Carole indicated that her youngest daughter should 
participate.  The little girl immediately crawled down and took my 
now raging cock into her mouth and gently sucked on it.  She was an 
inveterate cock sucker.  There was little doubt she had had a lot of 
practice.

I felt in danger of shooting off before my reasons for being there 
were accomplished.  So I gently pushed her head off my cock, almost 
apologetically.  Then I got down between the legs of little Mishka 
and started gently licking her cunt.  It was gently aromatic in 
flavour.  Possibly her food had given her an aroma.  Not unpleasant, 
just different.  I continued my licking until I found her clitoris.  
It was engorged and much larger than my Pippa's.  Mishka was now 
writhing under my ministrations.  I held her little hips, then again 
explored around her body.  I felt her tiny nipples then up to her 
neck and around her shoulders.  Eventually my hands found their way 
back down her body to her full little bottom.  I supported both 
cheeks with my hands offering her up to my mouth and tongue.  
"That's enough, give it to her now"  From Carole.   I crawled up 
Mishka's body, pushed her legs wide apart and guided my cock to her 
entrance.  With a little exploratory probing, I found the entrance 
to her little grotto.  My cock disappeared about an inch or so 
inside then met the expected resistance of her maidenhead.  I pushed 
at it and felt Mishka tighten her legs.  I was afraid I was going to 
hurt her when I felt my penis slip inside.  I could feel how tightly 
her little cunt clasped my cock head.  I gently worked it in and out 
a few times, then pushed it further into her.  She responded not by 
resisting me as I had expected, but by clamping her little legs 
firmly around my back.  I also felt her gasping in little spurts 
as I continued my inexorable pursuit of possessing her body.  Very 
shortly I was buried to the hilt up inside her.  I could feel 
something pushing on the tip of my penis up inside her body, 
probably her cervix.  Now I gently rocked my body back and forth, in 
and out my penis went.  The pleasure of fucking that beautiful 
little Turkish girl was indescribable.  My hands felt around her 
bottom.  She was small and very tight.  I explored around the crease 
of her bottom, allowing my fingers to probe deeper down into the 
valley between her bottom cheeks until I felt her anus.  Using some 
of the liquid that was being squeezed out from her cunt, I wet my 
finger with it and took it back to her anus, rolling it around the 
periphery of her bottom hole.  When sufficient had been deposited to 
ensure a slippery entranceway, I pushed my finger up inside her 
rectum.  She seemed to accept this further invasion with equanimity.  
In fact her body responses were now more overt with her pushing back 
at my thrusts.  Her hands were gripping my back, I could distinctly 
feel her long nails scraping into my back in a most adult way of 
showing her eagerness to continue our union.  

Of course, I could not continue with this total overload of 
sensations for more than a few minutes, before I felt myself 
shooting a load of my semen deeply into her little pre-teen body.  
With a finger still buried up to the knuckle inside her rectum, her 
hands scraping my back (I had deep scratches there for weeks 
afterwards!) I felt light headed with joy as my pleasures burst into 
a glory of stars.  I must have almost passed out, the sensations 
were so powerful.
"Bravo, bravo" Carole clapped her hands with appreciation as I at 
last came to a stop and just rested atop of Mishka's form.
"Well done, Jonathan.  We all enjoyed it.  I think Mishka did too.  
Good.  Hugo will be pleased.  Now let's have some refreshments."



Chapter 24

After that weekend we had visited them only the once since.  James 
and I often met up as family and occasionally just the two of us for 
a drink.  Life continued in its merry way for Pippa and me.  We were 
just a normal family to the outside world.  We would sometimes shop 
together, with her holding my hand as we walked across the car park 
to the store.  Sometimes she would skip ahead, always happy, always 
smiling.  On one occasion we met one of the village gossips in the 
post office store in the village.  A Mrs. Hardbroom.  She 
buttonholed us before we could creep out without getting caught and 
having to engage in a conversation with her.  She complimented me on 
how successful I had been in helping Pippa recover from the trauma 
of losing her Mother.  I think she really did mean what she said.  
She commented on how happy Pippa was.  If only she knew what went on 
behind closed doors, I thought.  She would be the first to run 
screaming to the police, complaining how I was abusing my daughter.  

I do not want anyone to imagine that all we did was fuck.  Pip was 
my daughter.  I wanted her to grow up happy and full of the joys of 
life.  I wanted to prepare her for the future.  If this sounds 
cynical and my rationalization of my sexual adventures with her, so 
be it.  Her happiness was my goal.  Had Pip shown any discomfort at 
what we were doing together, or shown any signs that she wanted it 
to stop, I would have stopped.  I had asked her several times if she 
was sure that she wanted it to continue.  After the fourth or fifth 
time, she got a little upset, suggesting I was just looking for an 
excuse to stop loving her.  I quickly made certain that she 
understood that was most certainly not the case.  On that occasion 
we ended upstairs, naked together, locked in each others arms with 
my penis embedded deeply in her little body.  

A few weeks after this Hugo and James turned up with a new computer 
for me.  It was the fastest available, a Pentium Pro with about 256 
Megabytes of RAM.  Hugo explained this was to enable him to disable 
the Windows swap file, apparently a rather revealing feature of 
Windows.  He then asked me to input a long passphrase, which I had 
prepared earlier in anticipation of the visit.  He discreetly left 
me alone to input this and allow the encryption program to do its 
job.  

I trusted Hugo knew what he was doing.  Hugo told me it would take a 
couple of hours to encrypt the 2 Gigabytes of partitioned disk 
space, so we went downstairs to enjoy a cup of tea and a chat.  Hugo 
had also installed all the necessary hardware for me to back up my 
copy of the encrypted drive.  He had suggested using a Jaz 2 
Gigabyte drive.  He had brought a Jaz disk with around a Gigabyte of 
kiddy porn on it for me.  This was encrypted with his passphrase, 
which he told me would allow him to open the disk and transfer the 
images into my encrypted drive.  "Remember you're comment a few 
weeks back about the cost of being caught with unencrypted copies of 
kiddy-porn?" asked James.
"Vaguely" I answered.
"Well, we cracked it.  We decided the risk was too great to ignore.  
We were already using encryption on our computers and for our Email, 
as I told you at the time.  Now we have gone a stage further.  We've 
bought ourselves a pro DVD recorder.  It's done through our 
computers and it allows us to record and encrypt at the same time.  
So we will be able to make encrypted DVD's of our porno videoas.  I 
will start transcribing them as soon as I can.  Hugo had already 
done something about it and I followed his advice, so we will both 
use the same system.  I thought I might as well upgrade my machine 
while I was about it, so I've the same as yours - very fast indeed.  
Normally the encryption thing slows everything down, but not 
noticeably with this computer.  It's like greased lightning."  
 
I noticed that the Jaz disks had blank labels.  
"Don't write anything incriminating onto the labels, of course.  I 
would just put "Test 1" or whatever.  You can then claim the test 
didn't work out, if anybody checks them."  This was Hugo.  It 
sounded like sensible advice.  "You would be amazed at just how 
stupid some people are regarding their personal privacy and hence 
safety.  When one considers the possible consequences of being 
caught and weigh that against the slight bother of strict privacy, 
it seems mind bogglingly stupid for someone to print out copies of 
incriminating photos, or writing down their passphrase.  I have even 
heard of someone who made his screen background a hard core shot of 
a pre-teen!"
"Surely not" was my response. 
"Yes.  Most people who get caught are victims of their own folly.  
Basic precautions are so easy, yet so many persistently ignore 
them."
  
I was very excited at all this new equipment and looking forward to 
exploring.  However, Hugo warned me not to go online looking for 
anything contentious until he had finished the installation.  
Apparently he wanted to check that he could log onto a remote host 
using an encrypted channel.  I was totally baffled by all this, but 
he showed me how it was done.  It seemed quite easy after a few 
hesitant attempts on my own.  I had to log onto my usual Internet 
Service Provider first of all, then log onto this remote host 
server.  It seems I start a program called SSH.  This brought up a 
screen.  I entered my password, previously chosen by Hugo when he 
had sent in the payment to subscribe to that server.  Easy.  He 
told me he had sent a money order and had not put any return 
address.  Thus the people at the other end had no idea who we were.  
Hugo now showed how I could then subscribe to a News Provider, 
again previously chosen for me by Hugo.  Apparently there are many 
such news providers.  Within moments, hey presto, we were logged on.  
Hugo then showed me which kiddy groups to subscribe to.  The group 
he suggested as most appropriate was 

alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.pre-teen.   

"I can't begin to thank you for all the help you have been and 
particularly for allowing me to join the Sunrise Club.  I am deeply 
honoured."  I said.
"Remember, you must always log onto the remote server before you can 
access these groups.  I've set it up so that if you forget to 
encrypt to the remote server or even forget to log into the remote 
server, you cannot log onto the News Provider.  This is for your 
safety - it's either an encrypted log-on or no log-on.  As long as 
you use SSH encryption, everything from your computer through to the 
remote server is encrypted.  I have chosen two news Providers in 
case one is down - this frequently happens.  Your local ISP cannot 
read anything that you download or upload, although they could check 
where your routed.  But why bother?  You are not doing anything that 
could cause the least suspicion.  For the present, do not post, that 
is send any pics out from your computer.  There are further 
procedures you must do before you can risk posting pics.  It is 
always a good idea to post new stuff whenever you have any, to 
encourage other people who are less fortunate than us, but not until 
I have shown you the most secure way to do it.  There is even a FAQ 
for this group, kindly written by a dedicated group of people who 
call themselves the Pedo U.  Read the FAQ."
With that enigmatic statement, Hugo suggested it was time for them 
to be getting back.
"You enjoy yourself - we'll give you a call tomorrow to see if there 
are any problems."  Hugo was such a helpful chap.  I felt quite 
awkward that there seemed nothing I could do in return.
I thanked him profusely once again, but he waived my thanks aside, 
saying it was a pleasure.

Later that evening, after they had left, Pippa sat on my lap and we 
cruised around the Net.  We had no idea what we were doing.  But I 
visited that news group several times and downloaded several more 
images.  Pip was wearing just a short nightie and I gently caressed 
her as we both watched these amazing images unfolding before our 
eyes.  Of course, I had seen quite a few seriously hot kiddy porn 
movies over the last several weeks, nevertheless, the sight of some 
of these images was a revelation to me.  I think little Pip just 
took it all for granted.  A child will.  They accept the world as 
they find it.  Pippa was giggling as she felt my cock hardening 
under my shorts.  I whispered it might be easier if she took it out.  
She rather cocquettishly pretended shyness.  I played along and 
pretended to coax her into taking it out.  Eventually she reached 
down and opened my shorts to release my boner.  I felt the cool air 
on it and her little fingers wrapped themselves around the shaft.  I 
kissed her neck.  At that moment, I clicked onto an mpeg movie which 
showed a little seven or eight year old called Dana busily jacking 
off her Dad.  He obviously wanted her to suck it but she seemed 
reluctant by the shake of her pretty head.  However, it didn't stop 
her jacking him off.  The movie only lasted about ten or fifteen 
seconds.  Pip immediately wanted to do the same.  I stood up with my 
shorts around my ankles and she stood and jacked me exactly in the 
way the little girl in the movie was doing.  Very arousing, too 
arousing.  Within moments I was spurting fluid all over the place.  
But unlike the little girl in the movie, my Pippa had no inhibition 
about bending down and sucking on my now wet and glistening knob. 
She was perfectly happy to clean me up with her lips and tongue, 
very satisfying.  I swear there is nothing in this world as arousing 
as having a pretty little girl child sucking on your cock.  When it 
is your own loving daughter, it is even more arousing.  Within 
seconds my cock was starting to harden again.  I felt like a 
teenager.  I reflected that since Pippa and I had been engaging in 
sex, my libido had increased a hundred fold.  Just being in her 
company knowing that I had the run of her body was ecstasy.  Whether 
we were shopping, walking in the country or whatever, her lithe body 
and eager responses to my touch, suggested promises as soon as we 
would be alone together, which always gave me an erection.  On 
occasion this had been a bit worrying, such as when it happened in 
the supermarket.  I smiled to myself at the memory.

"Let's go to bed early, Darling"  I suggested.   As ever my Pip 
responded positively.  I swear if I suggested she put her hand in 
the fire, she would do it rather than disappoint me.  Occasionally 
her willingness to be my slave (for that is how I perceived her 
eagerness to please) bothered me.  When I had mentioned this 
attitude of wanting to always please me, she had dismissed it as 
natural to want to please the one you love.  I thought that a rather 
adult thing to say and it did cause me to wonder where she might 
have heard it.  Still, as long as I never took advantage of her 
willingness to do all things to please me, I felt easier in my 
conscience.  My conscience had long since stopped being bothered at 
my obvious taking advantage of her sexually.  I always took great 
care to ensure that she had just as much sexual enjoyment as I did.  
I never tired of telling her I loved her.  My whole ethos and body 
language towards her was one of caring and doting on her.  A child 
is very sensitive to its parents subtle body language.  Thus she was 
quite aware that I really did long to please her myself.  We each 
wanted most what the other wanted most.



Chapter 25

Later, we lay together in bed.  Just cradling her head and smoothing 
her hair was pleasurable.  I could see our reflections in the large 
door mirrors of the cupboards across the room.  We had often posed 
for each others reflections in our love making.  The mirrors offered 
us views of each other that we would not otherwise have seen.  I 
could see her expression of purring contentment at my stroking her.  
Her hair was like liquid gold, it just poured down in waves from her 
head.  Thick and luxurious, just as her mother's had been.  I bent 
forward to kiss her forehead.  Pip looked up and smiled at me doing 
this.  She responded by kissing the end of my nose and then giggled.  
I knew where this was leading us as did Pip.  She squirmed around to 
sit on her knees in front of me, then reached down and took my 
flaccid penis in her fingers and gently caressed it into an rection.  
She loved this sense of power, I knew.  Her fingers were causing 
this monster to wake up, it was directly down to her ministrations.  
I continued my gentle stroking of her hair and then continued down 
to her shoulders and arms.  Her little arms were so small and 
fragile.  I found one of her tiny nipples and rubbed it very gently.  
She was too young to feel much pleasure from her nipples, yet it 
still seemed to stiffen into a little point in my fingers.  My 
fingers roamed down her body over her tummy, past her navel and into 
her crotch.  My other hand meanwhile was caressing down her back 
until it reached her buttocks.  Her tiny bottom was so soft and 
inviting.  I loved feeling its velvety texture.  My two hands now 
met at the juncture of her bottom and vulva.  One pair of fingers 
began exploring her little crack and the other found the valley 
between her bottom cheeks and caressed her anus.  I wanted to taste 
her body and I gently turned her around on top of me such that she 
was facing down my body.  We had done this many, many times before.  
She knew what to do and lay along my body, taking my now erect penis 
into her mouth.  I meanwhile could plainly see the beautiful shape 
of her lower body, her crease and her little rosebud were fully 
exposed to my gaze.  I pulled her closer to me and enjoyed the aroma 
of her little girl smell.  My tongue reached out and tasted her soft 
cunny lips.  As soon as I touched her there, I felt her little body 
give an involuntary movement, in anticipation of more to come.  My 
tongue explored all around her crevices.  Up into her anus, then 
down again along the length of her slit.  I moved the puffy lips 
aside to explore deeper inside.  I found her nascent little 
clitoris.  It always appeared so small compared to the other little 
girls I had experienced, yet it obviously offered her considerable 
pleasure, judging now, by how much she squirmed as I tickled it with 
my tongue.  I changed my technique from licking to sucking.  I could 
feel her excitement mounting as I continued.  She bravely tried to 
continue sucking on my cock, but the distraction was too much for 
her.  
"Oh, Daddy, Daddy, please, yes, Daddy, don't stop."
I kept up my actions, suddenly her squirming took on another 
meaning.  I had to hold onto her hips as she squirmed wildly in 
front of me.  I gave her no respite, just kept on sucking and 
licking alternatively.  Suddenly she let out a little scream and 
pushed back onto my face.  Her body had a mind of its own, she was 
distraught with excitement and as fast as I kept up my actions, she 
was uncontrollably squirming and squealing at me not to stop.  

A few moments more and then her body started to run down.  Her 
actions became more lethargic until eventually she stopped.   She 
turned around and immediately kissed me on my mouth which was wet 
with her gushings.  
"Daddy, thank you, thank you.  That was the best ever."

We lay together in peace.  I still had a raging erection, but did 
not yet feel it right to draw her attention to my needs.  If 
necessary, I was prepared to sneak off later into our bathroom and 
jerk off on my own.  Of course that was not necessary.  My Darling 
noticed my predicament and immediately offered her body for my 
pleasure.  She asked me which way I wanted her.  I suggested she 
must be tired and we could leave it tonight, but she was adamant, 
she wanted to please me.
"After all, it's only fair, Daddy.  You've given me pleasure, now I 
want to do it for you, so please Daddy, let me".   What could I say.  
A man has got to do what a man has got to do.  Yeah, right, I was 
going to fuck my seven year old daughter.  But as you may already 
have gathered, I particularly love my Pippa's exciting and 
delectable rear.  Her bottom is, as are all little girls bottoms, so 
inviting.  I whispered in her ear that I would love to do it doggy 
fashion in her bottom.  My Pip immediately got onto her knees 
presenting me with her bottom raised and waiting for my pleasure.  
She rested on her shoulders and glanced back at me and grinned.  No 
fear, no sense of foreboding at the imminent assault on her rectum.  
On the contrary, she showed all the signs of intending enjoyment.  
As was usual, I opened the bedside drawer and used some cold cream 
on her anus and all over my penis.  I then continued to play with 
her anus, relaxing her carefully before I slowly eased one of my 
fingers up inside her.  There was barely the least flinching from 
her.  In fact, she nowadays showed signs of enjoying this form of 
intimacy.  I continued working this finger in and out and around 
her inside, then carefully pushed another up along side it.  Again, 
no flinching.  Her body accepting this two fingered assault on her 
bottom hole.  I kept fingering her in this way until I was sure she 
was totally relaxed.  At the last, I removed my fingers and 
positioned my cock head at her rear.  I wiped my greasy fingers on a 
tissue before holding her by her tiny waist.  I eased my body 
forward, so that my penis was poised at the entranceway to her rear 
grotto.  More pressure, some strong resistance then I felt the head 
slip inside.  From her telling me of previous engagements, I knew 
this was the most painful moment.  As my bulge pushed further up 
into her rectum, her sphincter muscles gripped my cock's shaft.  I 
kept up the gentle forward pressure until it slipped further into her 
body.  I could feel the familiar tight donut ring of her sphincter 
gripping my shaft.  The pleasure was indescribable.  I felt my blood 
rushing into my eyes with the heady excitement of what I was doing.  
More forward movement, my shaft penetrated ever deeper into my 
daughters bottom.  Eventually, I felt the cheeks of her bottom pressed 
up against my body.  I was fully embedded inside her bowels.  My penis 
was now inside the body of my seven year old daughter.  My hands 
gripped her waist.  I slowly, very slowly withdrew my penis almost 
all the way out, only to just as slowly push it all the way back up 
inside her.  Again the softness of her bottom cheeks were pressed up 
tightly against me.  My balls hung down touching her quim.  I felt 
around beneath her and pressed my balls against her sex lips.  My 
fingers found the softness of her cunt lips and gently pushed them 
apart to feel the entrance hole to her vagina.  I gently manipulated 
her clitty and her inner area then continued my sodomising.  I kept 
repeatedly withdrawing slowly then pushing back up inside her body.  
All this time, my Pip gamely offered me full use of her body.  She 
showed not the slightest reservation at what I was doing.  She 
accepted my assault passively.  I again very gently caressed her 
little cunny.  This time I detected a response from her.  A little 
familiar mewling sound escaped her followed by a small but 
noticeable pushing back onto my cock.  Encouraged by this action on 
her part, I re-doubled my gentle caressing of her clitty.  My 
pistoning action became stronger, as I felt her body synchronizing 
her pushing with my efforts.  As I pushed into her, I felt her body 
pushing itself onto my cock.  She was not just passively accepting 
the cock of her father, the architect of her being, into her bottom 
but was now actively encouraging that same action.  We were now 
moving together, she was moaning and mewling, a strange sound that 
was difficult to classify as of pain or pleasure.  I was feeling my 
semen at the base of my cock, eager to escape but I wanted to hold 
back.  I knew she was not yet quite ready.  Further pistoning action 
from me and her body started its familiar squirming.  Now she was not 
just actively accepting my penis, she was indulging it with her eager 
body motion.  She wanted me to fuck her, to sodomise her, to bugger 
her.  I was telling her how much I loved fucking her perfect little 
bottom, her beautiful lovely little bottom was made for me to fuck.  
I kept repeating myself as she now pushed hard back up against me and 
then screamed out aloud as her orgasm caught her.  I immediately 
unleashed my sperm into the depths of her bowels.  Spurt after spurt 
after spurt, shot deep into my daughters rectum.  Eventually I climbed 
down from my high, still deeply impaled up inside her body.  

"Thank you, Darling, that was truly wonderful.  I meant it when I 
said your bottom is perfect and was made for me to fuck.  It really 
is perfect to fuck."
"Oh, Daddy, I should thank you.  It was really nice that time.  I 
didn't know it could be that good in my bum".  This said with a 
little grin.
"It will get better and better, Darling.  We are perfect for each 
other.  I will always love you, whatever happens.  As you grow up, 
one day you will marry, but I will still love you as now."
"Oh, no Daddy, I could never marry anyone but you.  Please don't 
make me.  I only want you, Daddy".
"I would never force you to do anything, my Sweet.  Don't worry, 
I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

With that she cuddled up to me.  I gave her some more gentle kisses, 
then switched off the lights.  We drifted off to sleep in each 
others arms like two lovers.  Well, we were lovers.  We were about 
as close as any husband and wife could be.  She was my daughter, my 
seven year old daughter, yet I loved her more than life itself.




This concludes part three of my story.  Will there be other parts?  
Well, this is obviously an ongoing feature - life does not stop.  
Will I receive permission to post more?  Aaaah, that is the 
question.


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Addendum:


The above document makes several references to encryption and 
security whilst online.  The suggested method of connecting to a 
remote host using cryptography is by using a commercial program 
called SSH.  It is available here:

Freedom from Zero Knowledge:   http://www.freedom.net/

Scramdisk:   http://www.scramdisk.clara.net/

PGP and PGPDisk:  http://members.tripod.com/cyberkt/

or here:   http://www.pgpi.com/download/



Author's Note:  I have been asked to emphasize that Membership of 
the Sunrise Club is strictly controlled and by invitation only.  
It has no public Web pages, so a search will prove fruitless.


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