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10:25 11/09/1998 The Breakdown
by The Wag
loving, cons, incest, old with pedo, anal
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.
Now on to the story.
I was taking a short break after visiting my French distributors. I
own a small specialist shoe factory. Competition is tough, but we
make a living. If I am honest, a very good living. I inherited the
Company from my father who had struggled for years to build it into a
business with an international reputation. I was now reaping the
benefits of his years of hard slog. After spending 3 days doing the
rounds, I had decided to take a few days R & R down South. I dislike
the motorways as I wanted to just amble along, stopping wherever the
whim took me.
I was well on my way, I had passed Limoges nearly three hours ago and
was approaching Cahors. As I drove down this long straight road
(whoever said all French B class roads are rubbish should visit France
and see for himself) I spotted a car pulled up on the verge with its
bonnet up. All the signs of a break down. I don't normally stop, but
we were miles from anywhere so I began to slow down. What clinched it
for me was the sight of a little 5 or 6 year old sitting on the grass
cross legged. I decided to stop. As I drew in behind them, I
noticed a young woman in her early twenties. As I walked towards them
another child, just a little older than the first, popped out of the
car and clung to the woman, obviously her mother. Both children were
stunning. The younger one wore a sun dress with little straps over
her shoulders. She had on a sun hat with the front brim turned
upwards making her look extremely provocative. The older girl wore
dungarees and a pink head band to keep her hair in place. She looked
exquisite and so impishly alluring to my pedophile eyes. Somehow the
dungarees emphasized her shape.
"Excusez-moi, Je n'ais parlez Francais" I blushed at my bad grammar.
"Oh, you're English?" she asked.
"Yes, on my way South. I'm not a car expert, but if there's anything
I can do, such as give you a tow, or something?"
"Very kind of you, but perhaps we had better wait. I've called the
breakdown people. I don't want to bother you."
"No bother. I even have a tow rope. I tend to travel with spare sets
of belts and braces" I smiled as I said it. "These breakdown chappies
can take forever when you're miles from anywhere. I'll be happy to
give you a tow, if you want?"
She looked hesitant for a moment and then seemed to make up her mind.
"Thanks, that's very kind of you. I'd better call them back and cancel
the call out."
As she made to dial the breakdown people, I made polite conversation.
"Are you English? Pardon me, but your accent sounds as if you're from
someplace else".
"We're actually French/Norwegian. My Dad is Norwegian and my mother
was half French"
"But you're English is excellent."
"Well, we were brought up multi-lingual. The girls are the same. Dad
thinks it is vitally important in this multi-cultured world to be
understood. So we were always speaking all three languages from an
early age. I've kept up the tradition with the girls. Oh yes, this
is Lydia, she's 6"
"I'm not, I'm nearly 7." came the interruption from the little Lydia.
"OK. but still 3 weeks away. And this is Saskia, she's just 5." This
provoked a huge beaming smile from the little Saskia.
"Lovely ages" I said before I could control myself.
"They are, indeed."
I had better confess. I am a benign pedophile. That means I long for
the company and companionship of little girls, but I would never hurt
one.
I broadly classify pedophiles as either malignant or benign.
Malignant pedophiles were the ones who preyed on children. They were
the truly evil ones who were responsible for all the child abductions,
rapes and even murders. They were in my opinion, beyond all human
compassion. They were scum, people who put their own selfish desires
above those of the little child they professed to want to enjoy. The
benign types, like myself, would never hurt a child. No matter how
strong the sexual attraction, such a pedophile would walk into a fire
before harming a little child. Unfortunately, all pedophiles are
tarred with the same brush. The media and the public make no
distinction. A pedophile is to be reviled, to be hunted down, to be
ostracized from society, to be locked away for life.
Of course, I would love a sexual relationship provided the child was
not forced or unwilling. But even their companionship in a friendly
platonic way would have been Heaven. Apart from the legal angle and
risk of getting caught, I would never do anything that might harm a
child. To me those Neanderthal, moronic, malignant pedophiles deserve
all they get when caught. The pity was they caused all pedophiles to
be considered sub-humans. They are the scum that cause the ordinary
population to view all child lovers as beyond all normal
consideration. Anything that might remotely remind them of these
people is banished. Thus the penalties for owning some masturbatory
child erotica is beyond all reason. It is always argued that such
erotica must have caused terrible abuse to the child in question.
This despite the fact that in many such images the child is smiling
happily, enjoying the attention. This absurdity certainly could not
apply to computer generated images, yet those are banned too.
I knew the risks in these dark days of pedophile witch hunts. So I
kept my longings to myself. I had a small collection of child erotica
(I prefer calling it that to the nasty expression child pornography or
kiddy-porn). Thus my eagerness to stop and offer my help to this
family. No prospect of anything other than an excuse to chat idly to
these two pretty little girls whilst ostensibly helping their Mum.
Both girls were of slight build, of similar small bone structure to
their Mum. They looked adorable. Both were looking at me and
smiling shyly. I could not help but feel myself fluttering at their
winsome smiles. What a delightful pair. Although I was sorry they
had broken down, I was secretly pleased at this opportunity to glance
at these girls. I tried very hard not to stare. Their mother was
very pretty and would have been considered extremely sexy and
attractive to any normal heterosexual. She was quite short about 5
foot tall or possibly an inch more, but no more. She was very slim
and had an almost boyish figure. To me, she looked very pretty but
only marginally exciting. Her little girls on the other hand were
making me feel sexily hot. I heard their mother continue:
"Are you married. Do you have children of your own?"
"No. I have never got around to meeting the right person, it's too
late now. I'm in my sixties." I laughed.
"Never too late. Some people get married when they're eighty." she
answered.
"Well, yes, but I don't think I will."
"Are you a faggy"
"Lydia! You must never ask things like that. Anyway it's faggot, not
faggy. Sorry, children can be very direct sometimes, I'm sorry"
"No need to apologize. I love their honesty, that's what makes them so
adorable. I love kids and no, I am not a faggy." I answered with a
big grin at Lydia. She just immediately smiled back. That's the
thing with little children, they will always take their cues from the
grown ups. If you smile, they smile. I noticed the woman looking at
me closely. I could feel a blush starting. Me, 61 years of age
blushing. Had I over-stepped the mark? I felt qualms in my stomach.
I was thinking she must have understood something in my speech, picked
up some nuance which I always keep hidden, even from myself most of
the time. I could feel the silence drawing out. I wanted to add
something to squash any misunderstanding, but as often in these cases
I was struck dumb. Think, think, I was saying to myself. I felt like
that British Telecom advert with ET, where the two young teen lovers
have had a tiff and ET says "keep talking" in his gravelly voice.
"My name is Melanie. My friends shorten it to Mel" She had rescued
me.
"Mine's Timothy, but Tim is my usual name."
"Pleased to meet you, Tim"
"And pleased to meet you, Mel. Oh yes, pleased to meet you, Lydia and
Saskia." I added, wanting desperately to bring them into our
conversation. They smiled and reciprocated. I kneeled down to their
level and solemnly held out my hand, which each in turn shook equally
solemnly. The older girl, Lydia had long hair, reaching halfway down
her back, very fair and thick with loose waves. Her little sister had
similarly coloured hair, but straighter and shorter. Both had blue
eyes and a clear complexion. Probably from their Norwegian background
I was thinking.
"Perhaps we had better get this tow rope hitched" from Mel. I would
have been happy to have carried on talking forever, even though it was
pretty vacuous chatter.
"Where are you going? I'm going South to Toulouse."
"Oh, just take us to the nearest service garage, we are going a little
further along the coast to Beziers."
"Right, let's get fixed up. I am happy to take you to wherever you
wish, at least Cahors."
"That's really kind, but that's about 15 km, are you sure?"
"Definitely. It's unlikely you would find much else before there,
anyway."
"Yes, that's true"
"OK, Cahors, it is. I might decide to stay there overnight, as it's
getting into late afternoon and towing will slow things up."
"Oh dear, I feel very bad about this."
"Nonsense. It's not every day I get the chance to do my knight in
shining armour bit. Really, I am loving this." The words were from
the heart. I was already wondering if I dared to ask them to have
their evening meal with me. I could feel the flutterings of
excitement. Idiot, I said to myself, they'll just thank me when we
get there and I'll never see them again. My heart sank. Never mind,
I thought. Let's make the best of it.
I had by now retrieved the tow rope and began fixing it to the front
of her vehicle. I then drove around her car and slowly backed up. I
have a large 4 X 4. No dedicated towing bar, but I found a way to
secure the rope.
"Ok, hop in and remember to always keep the rope taut and a foot just
above the brake, in case you have to brake suddenly. I'll do my best
not to make any sudden stops. Be extra careful as I come up to a
junction.
Minutes later we were on our way. I knew we needed to join the main
road in about 5 km, then it was straight into Cahors. Had it not been
for them, I would have bypassed the town. I was feeling glad I had
chosen the back roads and not taken the autoroute.
I kept to a steady 40 to 50 Km per hour. About 40 minutes after we
started we came into the town. I pulled into a large garage
forecourt. After unhitching, I went with them into the garage, not
that I was any use, the conversation was in French. I felt a little
foolish and thought perhaps I should gracefully say goodbye, when Mel
turned to me,
"There's the usual problem. The garage service staff have gone home
for the day. Nothing can be done until the morning. Thanks for all
your kindness. We'll look for a small hotel nearby. Thanks again for
your really kind help."
"It was nothing, nothing at all." I hesitated, then took the plunge,
"Would you and the girls like to join me for a meal, for dinner, or
something." I finished rather lamely. I was ready for the polite
refusal.
"Oh, yes, but let me pay. It's the least I can do"
"We'll argue about that later. Right, can you ask him where we can
stay overnight and perhaps a meal", indicating the car salesman. A
few sentences in rapid fire French.
"There's a hotel a few hundred yards further down the road, he says.
Shall we try that?"
Ten minutes later, after pushing her car into a bay ready for the
morning staff and a few minutes drive, we were in the reception of the
hotel. Nothing ostentatious, but very comfortable looking. Not many
tourists down in these parts as it was too far inland, the hotel was
geared more for business visitors. More rapid fire French, I saw the
man glance at me a couple of times as Mel included me as a guest. I
had to give my passport details, but Mel was obviously treated as a
native. Minimum formalities for her and the girls. Mind you, what
red blooded Frenchman was going to make difficulties for this lovely
lady? Standing behind her back, I was able to watch her as she spoke
to the desk clerk. She had a small slim figure, almost boyish. Very
small breasts and the smallest tightest looking bottom I have ever
seen on a grown woman. It looked as small as a child's. I could feel
myself hardening. Ordinarily, women left me cold. For me to have a
body reaction, suggested she was something very special. I had
already noticed how small her children were, but that was less obvious
because of their ages. There is an old saying, see the mother to see
what the daughter will look like in 25 years. Well this woman was
barely that age herself, but it was obvious that if her children
followed that old saying, they were going to enjoy a lot of male
attention as they grew up. In fact, that attention had started
already as far as I was concerned.
"I'll see you back here in reception in about 45 minutes, ok?" she
asked.
I agreed and we made our way to the little lift. Typical of French
hotels, it was small. We could only just fit in. We had to pile the
luggage on top of itself to fit us all in.
It turned out we had adjoining rooms. My heart beat excitedly at the
knowledge that those delectable little creatures would be sleeping on
the other side of the wall from me. We both had double rooms, it
seemed. I knew I would be silently jacking off later at the thought
of them so close by.
"45 minutes?"
"Agreed, 45 minutes" I answered.
I was down stairs in reception before her. I had showered and put on
some after shave. I had no idea why. There was just no way this
lovely woman was going to show any interest in me. But we males are
the same the world over, we cannot help but try no matter how poor the
odds. She appeared very fresh looking with the girls. My heart
stopped. It was very warm, almost a hot evening, so I should not have
been surprised that Mel had changed the girls into something more
relaxing. But they were wearing the sexiest little outfits I had ever
seen. Both wore tight black spandex shorts and very short tank tops
that left a large gap around their midriffs. I imagined I could see
the outlines of their little quims. Grief they looked so pretty and
sexy. I felt my penis coming alive.
I felt embarassed, I could see Mel looking at me as I stared at her
girls. It was with some difficulty that I took my eyes off them and
addressed their mother.
"OK, ready for something to eat?" I asked.
Squeals of agreement from the girls. I felt further elation as Mel
slipped her arm in mine as we went through into the restaurant. My
head was spinning. I had wondered about offering to go out to eat,
but the possessive way that Mel held onto my arm drove all thoughts
from my mind. I knew it could not be any sexual attraction. I had no
illusions, I was old enough to be her grand-father, well almost.
The dining room was very quiet, with only one other couple a few
tables away. They were lost in their own company and totally ignored
us.
The meal was delicious. It always amazes me that even quite ordinary
establishments in France can deliver the most divine food. The little
girls were models of good behaviour. A few childish giggles at secret
jokes with sentences in either French or Norwegian, then back to
English for my benefit, I supposed. At one point, Lydia spoke to her
mother in Norwegian with obviously a question. As she asked, she kept
glancing at me. Her mother shushed her and muttered something back
that I could not catch. Apart from that, Mel kept the conversation
English throughout the meal. I told her about my business and my
reasons for travelling down to the South. I found out they had flown
into Paris and been staying with other family members and had borrowed
the car, intending to drive to a holiday resort in the South. They
always took the opportunity to visit her mother's family in Paris
whenever they came over.
Mel told me she and the girls lived with the girl's grand-father her
father, in Norway and were taking a Summer holiday. They expected to
be away for another two weeks. We exchanged other trivia and
gradually I felt I had known them for years. Such was the ease of
talking to them. I noticed that Mel always treated the girls as
friends and not just as little children. She would listen
respectfully to anything they said and take their opinions seriously.
As we finished our food, neither of us seemed too inclined to end it.
I thought Mel's hesitancy was out of politeness to me, because she
obviously had something on her mind and I knew it must be getting past
the girls bedtime. I decided to help her out.
"Well, I suppose the girls are tired, it must be late for them. Shall
I see you in the morning. I would be really happy to drive you back
to the garage to collect your car."
"That is really, really kind of you. I feel very awkward, I wish
there was some way to repay you."
"Don't worry about that. I enjoyed helping, really."
"Yes, I believe you did." A pause, then "Would you like a cup of
coffee upstairs or something? We have the facilities in our room".
She looked me square in the eye. I felt myself reeling. Surely, she
was not interested in me. Anyway, I doubted that I would come
anywhere near her expectations as a lover. She could command any male
in sight. She certainly exuded sexuality, the pity was most of it
was wasted on me. Her children, however, were an entirely different
matter. Their childish sensuality was driving me wild with heady
excitment.
"I would love to, Mel" my answer sounded a little too eager. I felt
like a puppy dog, wagging its tail at anything and everything.
Her room was almost identical to mine. A door led into a small
bathroom with shower and WC facilities in the corner. A large double
bed with a small chair and desk for the busy businessman to write up
his daily reports. Obviously the children were going to have to sleep
in the same bed with their mum.
What happened next was until that moment probably the most sexually
stimulating event in my long life.
"I must get the girls ready for bed, so please help with the coffee
making, if you wish, whilst I get them ready." Without waiting for my
answer, she immediately started undressing them both in front of me.
I felt a little embarassed, so I grabbed the kettle and dived into the
bathroom and fussed with the water for the kettle and carefully washed
out the crockery. I had bitter experience of French hygiene and
always washed bedroom cups before use.
By the time I came out of the bathroom, I was startled to find both
girls entirely nude. They just stood in front of their mother looking
at me. Mel was turned away to the side and so couldn't see me staring
at them avidly. They were beautiful. Little pale bodies, their
little pouting vulvas peeping up from between their legs. No wonder
people call them cracks. I had never before seen any little girl
entirely nude in real life. I realized I had stopped where I was and
was still staring at them. It was then I noticed that Mel was still
turned away from me, still apparently busying herself tidying their
things. Then, at last, she turned around and smiled at me.
"They are truly lovely, aren't they?" She said this looking me in the
eye. It was then I realized that she must have been watching me
because I could see the side of her face in the mirror. I felt myself
colouring up. Oh God, she had been watching me staring at her
children. I was finished. I waited for the anger. She was still
smiling at me. I was at a loss for words, only managing, "Yes, they
are very, very beautiful. You must love them to bits."
"You have no idea how much" she replied. Meanwhile, Mel made no
effort to cover them up. The room was very warm, there was no
air-conditioning and they were very young, after all, I reminded
myself. No normal man would look at them twice when faced with the
ordinarily far more attractive prospect of their Mum. But I was no
normal man. I was a pedophile, one of those most reviled of all
people.
"Come and sit here" she patted the bed next to her. I immediately
complied.
"Do you want to know what Lydia asked me downstairs when we were
eating? You remember, I shushed her up."
"Yes, she said something about me, a question, I think, from her tone
of voice".
"Right. A question. She wanted to know do you love, we mean really
love little girls?"
I was dumb-founded. I didn't know how to answer. My first gut
reaction was to trot out the usual glib responses of reassurance that
of course I liked children. Then I noticed all three were looking at
me very closely. This was not a trite question. There was more. I
knew she was asking me was I sexually attracted to children and in
particular to her children. Then almost as quickly the idea fled from
my mind as utterly absurd. No mother is going to ask that, then
again.... I could see she was waiting for an answer. This was
serious. I had to hedge my bets, if I said the wrong thing and I had
guessed wrong, I would be out of that room so fast I wouldn't have
time to apologize.
"Yes, I really love little girls" and then added quietly, "I always
have"
Silence. Had I been misunderstood. Was I completely mis-reading
this. I felt I was out of my depth. Then Mel said "Lydia, he loves
little girls, there, you were right. Go on, jump onto his lap and
give him a kiss. I think Tim deserves that for all he has done for us
today."
With that the little girl climbed up onto my lap. I already had an
erection and she seemed to be sitting on it, her tiny nude body
squirming around with her arm around my kneck. I gingerly put my arm
around her waist. There was still a chance I was reading this all
wrong. Before any more moments passed, Lydia pulled my head towards
hers and planted a lovely little girl kiss on my lips. She giggled
turned to her Mum, gibbered something in Norwegian and turned back to
me and gave me another kiss on the lips. I could tell her lips were
parted. I responded by slowly opening my mouth, expecting her to pull
away, but instead I felt a thrill of sheer visceral excitement as her
little girl's tongue wormed its way into my mouth. I felt heady
excitement then fear. Was I being set up? I gently untangled from
the embrace, not wishing to hurt little Lydia's feelings and gently
lifted her down.
"Look, I'm feeling frightened. I meet you this afternoon, ok, I help
you out a little"
Mel tried to interject with "You helped us a lot", but I shushed her
with:
"Please let me finish" She fell silent. "We both know there is more
going on here than either of us bargained for when we first met. What
I need to know, is this just because I was helpful, are you just being
kind, or have I mis-read all the signs, or are you planning to entrap
me. If so forget it, I will leave now and deny everything in Court".
Mel looked shocked. Shaking her head she started to explain things.
My belief turned through several emotions of excitement, disbelief and
then back to sheer exhilarating excitement at the end.
"You liked what Lydia did. Right?" Without waiting for more than a
nod from me, she went on, "My girls and I are extremely close. All my
family are very close" I noticed the slight emphasis on "very". "We
believe in the right of children to be brought up in an open and
loving relationship. This means we deny our children nothing,
absolutely nothing that is in our power to give them. This naturally
means loving them in all its forms. Does this make sense, or shock
you?" she asked. As I started to make noises of utter and complete
agreement with her principles, she went on:
"My mother is actually my sister. She is, or rather was as she passed
away a year ago, my father's daughter, so I am both her daughter and
her sister. Dad is about the same age or possibly a little older than
you. I still enjoy a very strong loving sexual relationship with Dad.
In case you are wondering, and here I am putting myself at your mercy,
so also do my girls. Lydia thought you looked a little like Munka,
that's the girl's name for their grand-father and that was why she
asked me whether you liked little girls the way he does. Makes
sense?"
And I was fearful that I was letting my guard down confessing my
sexual leanings. This lovely girl/woman had done more, much more with
her confession than I had.
It took another 10 minutes of non stop questions and answers before we
were both clear that she had been having regular sex with her father
for as long as she could remember. Not penetrative until she was
about five, when it had been anal penetration. Vaginal penetration
had only started when she was around nine or ten. Until her mothers
untimely death of leukaemia, all four had regular sex together. I had
opened up and told them of my obsession, my desire just to be able to
chat to a little girl. Sexual contacts were out of my dreams. I even
told them of my masturbatory sessions with my small collection of
child erotica.
"Oh, you poor man. How sad. But not any more. You have us. Dad
will love you, you'll see. He is always telling me to meet a nice man
to take care of me. I don't like men of my age. I only feel
attracted to older men, like you. Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to be
rude. But it's true, grey haired men always make me go weak. The
girls are the same. Lydia is dying for you to love her, aren't you,
Lydia?"
"Yes, please, Mum. Please can we do things"
"And me, and me" chimed in little Saskia.
My head was reeling. This was beyond anything I had ever hoped or
dreamt of. Was I dreaming? I could hardly believe it. This morning
I had woken in my Paris hotel bedroom, happy to motor down to the
South of France for a few days solitary rest. No more expectations of
excitement than perhaps the sight of a scantily clad pre-teen in one
of the French supermarkets, or hypermarkets as the French called them.
This was all incredible. Never had I considered that such people
existed. Not true. I realized that several of my magazines were old
ones from the 70's. Called Lolita and similar names, they had many
photographs, some of reasonable quality, but most poor or very poor
quality involving family sex. Although some might have been
contrived, most looked very amateur stuff of father/daughter incest. A
few pictures included the mother, so proof that it went on. I had
just never made the connection between my mags and the real world.
Here was the real world. What was it that Lydia had asked? Do
things? Then I remembered Mel saying her father had been having anal
intercourse with her since she was five! God, was her father doing
the same to Lydia. Saskia was younger, but I was certain that some
sexual contact had been experienced even by little Saskia. I wanted
to ask, but wasn't sure of how to phrase it. I couldn't just come out
with, "Oh by the way, has your father also buggered Lydia and Saskia?"
Before my mind could control my words, I burst out with "Has Lydia had
the same experiences as you had when you were their age?"
"Yes. Dad has treated them as he did me. We all enjoy an open sexual
relationship. We have no secrets. I expect you want to know has Dad
done the anal thing with them, well yes, with both actually. He
started with them younger than when he started with me. But he had me
to help them, to get them used to it gradually. To just try and do it
from cold would have been dreadfully painful. Dad was always very
gentle. He still is. The girls love him to bits as they will you
shortly, I'm sure."
Lydia climbed back onto my lap. She wanted more kisses. I could feel
my penis pushing up like a rod into her little frame. Between hot
little kisses from Lydia, I could see Mel slowly removing her clothes.
Saskia was close and showed that she also wanted to become involved.
I was not sure how this could be achieved.
"Why not make yourself a little more comfortable?" Mel said, cocking
an eye at my trousers. She knew I had a raging erection. As she was
now nude, I felt less awkward as I lifted the lithe little Lydia off
my lap and stood her in front of me. I stood up and started taking
off my clothes.
"Why not let the girls do that?" I then stopped and both girls who
were obviously used to undressing the adult male, gently completed the
removal of all my clothes. The last to come off were my socks as I
sat back down on the bed with my cock at attention in front of me. I
made no silly false modesty attempts to cover myself. None of them
had shown the least concern at their nakedness. These three obviously
had no inhibitions as far as nudity was concerned.
"We were going down to the nudist resort near Beziers. Care to come
along with us?" Asked Mel. I almost panicked. Public nudity was
something I had never considered. Most nudist resorts have strict
rules preventing single males from joining, or at least that was what
I had always believed, not that there was any chance of me wanting to
join one.
"Well, yes thanks, but I have never done this sort of thing before.
Not that it is wrong" I hurried to add.
"There is always a first time for everything. Don't give it a
thought. We'll tell them you're my father, the children's
grand-father. That way it will be easy. But that's tomorrow. Let's
enjoy now."
With that she pushed me back onto the bed and told the girls to "give
him some nice fun".
There was a melee of little bodies climbing over me, one holding my
penis another trying to kiss me. This time it was Saskia who was
doing the kissing. Like her big sister, she opened her mouth and was
responding to my copying her by inserting her little tongue into my
mouth. Her breath was sweet and fresh. I prayed that mine was as
clean. I have always tried to maintain high standards of personal
hygiene. I had cleaned my teeth before going down to eat, but I was
still a little concerned. I need not have been. Saskia was keen to
experience more of the inside of my mouth. Her tongue was wrapping
itself around my much larger tongue. We played games together with
our tongues. I had forgotten how young she was. Young yes,
inexperienced, no. She knew more about sexual eroticism than many
married women.
Meanwhile, Lydia was still fondling my hard cock. Then I felt her
tongue on it. She was stroking it with her tongue. Then her mouth
closed over the tip. I have a very average sized penis, this is male
code for admitting it was probably below average size. I suppose it
is about 5 or 6 inches long and not particularly thick. I am
circumcized, so the head was the widest part. I could feel myself
about to ejaculate. I tried to warn her off, but she then started
sucking more forcefully. I could not help myself, I just erupted into
her little mouth. Bless her soul, she took it gamefully. Although
momentarily gagging, she quickly spat it out onto a towel her Mum had
ready, then kept sucking. When the flow had faded, she wiped her
mouth on the towel and grinned at me. I knew it would be some time
before I could give a repeat performance. I tried to explain this,
but her Mum shushed me with a finger to my lips.
"I have never done that before. Or should I say, I have never had a
little girl do that to me ever. It was so exciting. She is so sexy.
I knew little girls were like this in my heart of hearts, but also
thought it would never happen to me. Your girls are sensational. I
know that sounds silly, but it's the only word I can think of to
describe them. You must be very proud of them." I finished.
"Very. But they are very well trained. Dad is so gentle with them
and me. He has never forced us to do anything. Unless we were
willing, he never persisted. I think it is because of his gentleness
and loving concern that we are all his slaves. We love being slaves,
don't we girls?"
The girls jumped up and down with excitement and agreement with little
whoops of joy. So much for child abuse, I thought. Compared to the
grey sordid scenarios painted by those witch-hunting social workers
and the myriad of do-gooders in our society, this was a world apart.
I suspected though, that even if confronted with this enthusiastic
acceptance of adult/child sex, they would still justify their hatred
of it. Not just the social workers either, but many adults of both
sexes would also get very angry and intolerant towards any
pedophile/child contact. Pedophilia is the most reviled of all sexual
orientations. A man can confess he is gay or even a rapist and
achieve far more social acceptability than a child lover. I once
read in a book about psychology that we all disapprove of people who
do things we dislike.
I was meanwhile just gently caressing these two little girls' bodies.
They were keen to oblige. Wherever my hand wandered they encouraged
its exploration. If my hand wandered down towards their lower
tummies, they opened their legs wide in a gesture of access. When I
ran it around beneath them towards their little anus', they
immediately rolled over onto their knees to help me caress their
rosebud, or they would roll backwards pulling their legs back,
exposing themselves from the front. Nothing was denied me. Their
bodies were the most erotic sight I had ever witnessed. Nothing in my
mags prepared me for the excitement of seeing such sights literally in
the flesh.
"What's it like being a nudist? I mean, how do the girls behave in
public. Do you look for sexual contacts with other males?"
"No, not necessarily. Although it has happened on a couple of
occasions. But the males were either just interested in me and only
tolerated the girls or were what we call predators. They wanted
sexual satisfaction for themselves. We thought you were more than
that. Both girls noticed immediately that you had a kind voice and
gentle manner. This was so much like Munka that we all knew you were
right. When you were towing us, we talked it through and decided
exactly what we would do."
"Hah. So I was trapped" I said with a grin.
"Not trapped, more likely enticed. We could tell you felt attracted
towards the girls"
"Was I that obvious?"
"Well...no, not really, but you did stare at the girls and anyway, we
are always looking out for it."
"But what about you. Isn't it important that any man should be
attracted to you as well?"
"Yes and no. I can tell that your major interest is the children, no
don't deny it. But I can still feel involved. The girls and I love
sex together and I love watching them enjoy themselves with a man such
as you, who so obviously feels so strongly attracted to them" Mel
answered.
"I am still trying to come to terms with this. Nothing in my life
could have prepared me. I want to go on seeing you. I live in
England, but actually I could live wherever I choose. Although not
wealthy in the way of a multi-millionaire, I live very comfortably.
My business is almost self-running nowadays. I only go into the
factory for board meetings once a month and to see the odd visitor.
But these are very repetitive and could easily be spaced every quarter
or even longer apart. So, I could choose to live in Norway. This is
so incredibly fast. Look at me, planning to move and we only met this
afternoon."
"Dad had a business, but a few years ago he passed it on to Bjorn,
he's my brother, so like you he has time on his hands. He will be so
excited to hear about you. I'll call him right now, if you don't
mind?"
Naturally, I agreed. I was expecting her to use the hotel room phone,
but Mel took her mobile out of her handbag and used that. Moments
later and she was chatting in Norwegain, then she switched to English.
No doubt for my benefit. I could tell she was excitedly confirming
that I was very nice, quite tall and well spoken (I felt very
flattered at all the kind things she was saying about me). Then more
pointedly telling her father that I was very loving towards the
children. Code for having sex with them, I supposed. It paid to be
mindful of possible eavesdropping even on mobiles. Eventually, I
heard her saying her goodbyes and then snapping shut the phone cover.
"There, I told you. He wants to meet you. So I wonder can you come
home with us after the holiday?"
"It should be possible. So long as no crisis occurs which needs my
attention, I can accompany you all back to Norway and stay with you
for a few days. After that, we could play it by ear." I suggested.
Everyone agreed. The girls making more whooping sounds and dancing
around the room.
Seeing them dancing made me feel aroused again. I could feel my cock
slowly tumescing at the sight of their twistng bodies. As soon as
they noticed my aroused state, they switched to an exhibitionist
display, each trying to out do the other in her efforts to show me her
most intimate parts of her body. They stood in front of me, each
holding their little cunt lips apart so I could see a little inside.
Then they bent over just in front of me, their bottoms pointing
straight at me as they pulled the cheeks apart exposing their anus' to
my gaze. These two had never heard the words shame or shyness.
"Hey what about Mum?" I asked, feeling a little sorry for Mel being
left out. She smiled at me and then joined the children in a perverse
display of erotic posing. Her vulva had relatively sparse blond hair
around it. Not sufficient to hide her cunt lips. Her clitoris was
small, just a little nub pushing out between her lips. It looked
almost childlike, certainly undeveloped. I made a mental note to ask
about it sometime. Like her daughters, she had no shame and happily
bent over in front of me, pulling her bottom cheeks apart. I could
see her anus. It was quite distended and it looked as if it had been
stretched, which of course was exactly the case. I now took a closer
look at the girls and now noticed that these two had similar slightly
stretched anal openings. Not as much as their mother, but certainly
evidence of some penetrative activities. I remembered this is one of
the expected sights when examining a practicing homosexual. I
shuddered to think what would happen if they ever needed an anal
medical examination. Surely any doctor would immediately twig what
had caused the dilations.
"You know, you are one sexy girl" This said to Mel. I meant it. She
was really lovely. I reached out for her and she melted into my arms.
We kissed and I realized I could truly get to like this. Ok, not
quite in the excitement league of the little ones, but pretty erotic
by any normal standards.
Our kissing became more aroused and then I turned her onto her back,
moved down and spread her legs. Her vulva looked lovely. I began
kissing all around, teasing her. Only slowly and with care moving
towards her cunt lips. As I moved in closer, I could see the glisten
of moisture. Good, I was arousing her. My lips came into contact
with her delightful vulva. Carefully and as suggestively as possible
I began licking around the inside of her labia. I found her clitty
and gently teased it. Her response was immediate and as if she had
received an electric shock. She jumped and moaned with pleasure. My
peristence and gentleness gradually built up her arousal until
suddenly she gasped and pulled my mouth tightly up againstg her quim.
I was trapped. I wanted to go on licking, but I was held by hand
pressure. Gradually she released my head and then sighed.
"That was wonderful. Thank you. I never expected that. You are very
sexy, did you know that?
"Oh come on. I'm old, remember. But thanks for the compliment. Kind
and very nice and well, I did my best. Oh yes, I truly loved it. You
have a very sexy little girls type of cunny. I have never seen one on
a grown woman like that before."
"I believe it is genetic. I inherited it from my mother. Her mother
had exactly the same lips. Perhaps this was one of the reasons why
their husbands chose them. All the males in my family are pedophiles,
I believe. I am just continuing the tradition, but on the female
side. Now I want you to enjoy something special with my girls." She
giggled as she saw my cock jump.
"Right, Lydia, show him your lovely bottom. He wants to fuck your
little derriere, don't you Tim?"
"I have only once or twice done that with a woman. Actually that's
because very few women attract me. I don't want to hurt her but yes,
I would love to try it, if she doesn't mind that is"
The thought had got my prick rock hard again. This was highly unusual
for me these days. But these were highly unusual times. Never in my
life had I ever had any sexual contact with a little girl. The best I
had ever happen in recent times was sitting directly opposite a little
girl on the London Underground and seeing right up her short dress.
She was sitting innocently with her legs apart and her white panties
were a loose fit. I could not see anything properly, but the skin
just outside her cunt was clearly visible to me. It gave me
masturbatory fantasies for weeks afterwards. Apart from a few minor
other incidents in parks and once on a grassy slope at a motorway
service area, the only other real view of a kiddies cunt was my best
friend's little sister when she was 11 and I was 19. She was swinging
from a bar in their garden whilst I waited for her brother to come
out. She knew I was watching her and I saw clearly her little cunt
because of the loose fit of her panties. I suspect that was my first
fantasy and masturbatory experience concerning a little girl. I have
never had the least interest in little boys.
Lydia was leaning forward on her knees and elbows with her delightful
little rear sticking up in the air. What a view. Only yesterday,
this alone would have been enough for me to sell my soul for, yet her
I was today about to fuck that delectable little bottom hole. I
remembered Mel telling me that her Dad had not attempted to penetrate
her vagina until she was around 9 or 10. I had never thought much
about the physics of it. If asked I would have suggested penetrative
sex was impossible with a child so young. In my masturbatory
fantasies I always wanted the child not to just tolerate it, but enjoy
it. In a fantasy anything is possible. Those were my fantasies in
which I avoided any pain or injury. I always needed the kiddy in my
fantasy to want to be fucked. I was not a rapist. Of course my
fantasies did not just include vaginal intercourse, but included just
about anything possible between a child and a man, even anal had
cropped up occasionally. My earliest scenario for my fantasies and
for a very long time my favourite, was being shipwrecked or otherwise
stranded alone and my gradually seducing the only other survivor,
naturally a little girl, into a sexual relationship. The precise
details varied over time. Later fantasies also included sisters or
friends. Much later I had a girl's mother who wanted to help this
happen. Now in effect this was just about what I had been dreaming of
in my lonely masturbatory nights. Here was Mel, encouraging her child
to open herself up for me to sodomize her. I felt my head spinning at
this prospect, it was so stimulating to me.
"Here's some lube. You must never try anything without first helping
to make it slippery, ok?"
"Don't worry, I am not into rape or pain or indeed anything like that.
I need the girl's total and unequivocal cooperation or I couldn't do
anything."
I moved up behind her, but thought it would be at the least ungallant
to just take advantage of her offer by forcing my cock up her rectum.
So I knelt down on the bed and began to gently eat out her pussy. My
tongue found all the little crevises inside her sweet lips. I gently
traced out the whole of the inside. I discovered I could actually
cover the whole of her cunt from top to bottom with my mouth.
Something I had once tried but been unable to achieve with a grown
woman, as her cunt was just too long. Lydia's little cunt was truly
little. I found her clitty hood and massaged it with my fingers and
tongue. I then moved back up her perineum to her anus. I would never
have thought of putting my mouth near a woman's shit hole. The
thought would have made me gag. But with Lydia it was quite
different. Her small bottom just begged to be covered in kisses. My
tongue sought out her anal ring. I began pushing insistently at her
rectum. After a moment's resistance, the pressure was enough for the
tip to slip inside. I had never done anything remotely approaching
this with anyone ever. It would have been impossible for me to
predict my feelings if I had been asked about this. I doubt I would
have felt strong aversion, but it had never cropped up in all my years
of masturbatory fantasies. In all the thousands of images and
situations I had so carefully thought out and enjoyed, never had I
thought to include licking a childs bottom. Now it seemed natural,
enjoyable and sweet.
"Oh, that's so kind of you. She loves that. How did you know? Of
course you couldn't, but it is one of her favourite sexy things. It
really gets her ready for the main course."
I could tell that Lydia was indeed enjoying this. She was squirming
around with my tongue pushed deep into her tight hole. The orifice
gripped my tongue like a rubber ring. I could taste a sweet
bitterness. Not objectionable, but obviously her personal body
secretions. My tongue was getting sore. I gently pulled out with a
little plop and gave both cheeks a gentle final kiss. As I approached
more closely, her mother handed me the tube of lube gel. I spread it
generously around my cock and over her anus, pushing up inside with my
finger. I wiped my sticky fingers on the towel and gripped Lydia's
small hips. She was still on her knees and elbows, but then turned
and grinned at me, as if to reassure me should there be any last
minute doubts in my mind. I made contact with her rosebud opening.
The little crinkled ring around the hole was glistening from the lube
and my saliva. I gently leaned forward and pushed up to it. After
the initial strong resistance to entry, I felt the head slip inside
her. I paused when I had inserted the head to give her time to
adjust. I was thankful for the first time in my life that my penis
was not all that big. I had to assume that her grand-father was not
over endowed either. I found out later he was very similar in size to
me. I also found out that he was truly relieved that I was similarly
endowed as him, as he didn't believe in hurting children either. I
have since wondered if most or all pedophiles have small penises.
Maybe this is one of the symptoms, or even a cause of pedophiliac
preferences.
Now I gently pushed forward again, I could feel a tight strong ring
around my cock shaft. This was her tightly clenched sphincter muscle.
Gradually she relaxed it and I found I could move my penis very slowly
further up into her rectum. I was not aware of my cock head touching
anything, just this tight ring around the shaft where it passed into
her body. I was about half way in and paused again. Very gently, I
moved back and forwards, slowly working my cock deeper into her little
body. It took me several minutes, but eventually I was embedded deep
into her rectum. My balls hung down over her cunt lips. She was
playing with them as she touched herself. Then I felt another hand
and turned to see little Saskia had come up behind me and was wrapping
herself around my waist from behind with one hand, whilst the other
was reaching around me to feel my cock and balls. This was so erotic.
She also occasionally moved her hand down to her sisters cunt and
helped with the stimulation. Then I felt her move the hand back
around my body and feel around my bottom cheeks. Her little fingers
persisted in searching out the valley between my cheeks until she
found my anus. Then she coaxed one of her fingers up inside my
rectum. This was too much, I wanted to hold back, but to no avail.
I had on first entering Lydia, entertained visions of bringing my
little temptress to orgasm as I had her mother, but it was not to be.
One moment I was in control, just slowly moving back and forth in her
rectum, the next my sperm was shooting out of me in short blasts. It
was almost painful because of the tightness of her rectal ring
gripping my cock. I finished off pressed tightly up inside her little
body, my hands slipped from her hips to around her waist. Oh, what a
cum. I was devastated and drained. I held onto her, my prick still
embedded deep inside her body, but slowly shrinking. As I moved back
it slipped out. Lydia turned around and wrapped herself around me.
Her lips found mine and she was busily kissing me. She was thanking
me? I wanted to thank her, but couldn't get my breath because she so
much wanted to show her affection to me.
Eventually we separated and I turned to give Saskia a kiss. She moved
up to me and pressed her tiny frame to mine and held up her face to be
kissed. I had to lift her off the bed, wherupon she wrapped herself
around me, her arms around my neck. She just surrendered herself
totally. I felt I had complete control over them both, whatever my
desires were, they wished to please me.
I turned to Mel. "What superb children. No wonder you love them to
bits. I do and I've only just met them. Truthfully, I am in love. I
have never experienced anything like this before. I have had lustful
thoughts about little girls, some who live close by me, but because of
no actual contact it was simply lustful dreaming. This is different.
I feel I have known them for ages, quite strange. Soulmates, that's
what we are, soulmates." I blabbered.
"Absolutely. Little girls and boys desire love, physical love.
Tactile contact is known to be essential to a young baby's well being.
The growing child needs it too. But not just physical touching, they
need more, they need some gentle sexual stimulation to complement the
parental love. The combination is synergistic. At least that is what
Munka says and I know he is right."
This was over the heads of the little ones, but they kept smiling at
me as each held onto my hands possesively. I was adjusting to this
new found element in my life with surprising ease. I knew that to
leave them now would make my life a misery. A thought then occurred
to me.
"Aren't you frightened of being caught? I mean, you know, they may
say something or in some way give the show away."
"Not a chance. Girls, what are the rules?"
"Never, ever tell anybody what we do at home. It is private and our
business. If anybody asks we tell them that we are to tell our Mummy
that they are bad people asking naughty questions and our Mummy will
go to the police to tell on them."
"You get the picture. Turn it into an attack. Anyone curious who
might ask them some personal questions for whatever reason is
immediately put on the defensive. They would believe they are very
well brought up little girls whose parents have warned them of the
dangers. I had exactly the same training, right from the start. It
works too. When I was about 10 or 11, we had a visit from some woman
at our school who was asking us some awkward questions. She was doing
some research at the University into sexual attitudes I think and the
school had given her permission to question us. My response shut her
up dead. I could tell that from the way she so quickly changed the
subject."
"I see. I have always longed for a sexual and loving relationship
with a little pre-teen, but never would I have guessed that it went on
in this way. All the usual press releases of such cases always talk
about victims and abusers. The child is always a victim, never any
room for doubt. I believed that no child could therefore actually
enjoy this sort of thing. Despite my longings, I half believed the
media hype that all children hate it. My fantasies were always my
using a position of control to seduce or take advantage of a child.
Shipwrecked together on some tropical island, or the sole survivors of
some catastrophe or other. I was always left to look after one or
more little children. They were always girls, of course."
"Of course. I understand. Oh, you poor man. You've been having to
make do with just your fantasies for all those years. I am so sorry.
We must make it up to you, mustn't we girls?
"Yippeee. Yesss. We love doing naughty things with Munka"
"How many times have I told you, they are not naughty? It is all in
your minds. What Munka does with us is defintiely not naughty. He
loves us all."
"Don't blame them. I expect they have already been influenced, if
only indirectly, with all the propaganda that is put out about
adult/child sex." I interjected.
"No, they do it to tease me. They know they'll get a reaction if they
say it's naughty. They are always teasing. They know it isn't and
they truly love the sexual contact. Rememeber, love comes first, sex
comes after."
"Where did that name, Munka, come from?"
"Oh, the girls or rather, Lydia started it when she was very young and
it has stuck."
Meanwhile, I was still embracing her two girls. Although my cock was
no longer tumescent, I was still feeling a sense of exhilaration about
what was going on. Having experienced two of the most dynamic orgasms
of my life, I was still not completely satiated. I continued to
caress them both. Their little frames were so slight, I could cup
each of their bottoms with one hand. My fingers continued to roam
over their frames, between their thighs and around to their vulvas.
As soon as they caught on that I was beginning to act sexually with
them again, they each rolled back onto the bed on their backs and
pulled their legs apart, giving me the most gorgeous view of their
slits. Grinning at me, they then pulled their sex lips apart, teasing
me into once again a hard-on. I was amazed. It had been years since
I had experienced three hard-ons in a row. This was certainly
extraordinacy, but then this was an extraordinary situation. These
two little vixens were determined to get me to fuck them again. It
was then I remembered I had not actually done anything to the
youngest, Saskia. I immediately felt sorry for her.
"Can I help Saskia out in some way. I don't know if I could do the
anal thing, I just feel she's too young. But would she like something
else?" I was asking their Mum if I could sexually indulge myself
with her five year old daughter. This was absurd. I was going to
wake up any moment.
"Why not ask Saskia yourself? These two will tell you explicitly what
they want, won't you girls?"
"Yes, Mummy." Was the immediate reply from both of them.
"Well, Saskia, what would you like me to do?"
"Would you do what you did with Mummy when you kissed her fuck hole?"
Momentarily, I felt nonplussed at her use of the vulgar word to
describe the female sex organ. Yet, from Saskia it came across as
terribly, darkly thrilling.
No sooner were the words out of her mouth than I moved down between
her already spread legs. I was very teasing with her. Kissing her
all over her tummy, which she found very ticklish and caused her to
squirm and scream with delight. Of course, such a young child was
naturally enjoying such caresses. I was sure this to her was more
pleasurable than any sexual act. I was certainly about to have my
education improved in that regards. After several minutes of this
teasing, interspersed with moving down her legs to her feet and then
all the way back up, I very gradually moved closer to her cunt. Such
an ugly word to describe this very pretty child's sexual organ. Her
vulva was superb, as was Lydia's. They were prominent, yet so clean
looking. I now understood why some people talked of peaches and
cream. Her little slit was very similar to the crease on a peache.
No signs of her inner lips, just a beautiful prominent mons veneris.
I gradually moved closer to her anus. It was a gentle pink colour,
just like her sister's. No brown ring like a woman's. Pink like a
pretty pink donut. I found I could just push the tip of my tongue up
inside. Like Lydia, she was happy to let me have my way. Once
again, I pushed up inside the bottom of a tiny girl. Once again, I
was enjoying this so awesome sensation. I was certain she was
responding with little girl huffs and puffs. Slowly I retracted my
tongue and played little dances on her perineum. Then back to her
vulva. I parted the lips with my tongue and played with her inner
folds. I could see the little nub of her clitoris. The clitty itself
was still nascent and buried within the hood. I very slowly played
with her clitty hood, my tongue rasping over its surface. I was
amazed as I noticed it appear to protrude, becoming erect. I had no
idea that such a young child could demonstrate her physical arousal.
I had been seeking out her G spot and I had found it. She was loving
it! Suddenly she arched her back up into my face and began humping
at my face energetically. An orgasm! My little 5 year old was
experiencing an orgasm, amazing.
"More, more. Don't stop, please, more, Oh, Tim. yes, more."
This was music to my ears. A delightfullly pretty pre-teen crying out
for my sexual enjoyment. My stimulations of her vaginal area was
having this profound effect on her. It was having an equally profound
effect on me. Before today I would have been prepared to argue with
anybody that such a young child could not possibly enjoy intimate oral
sex, yet here was the living proof that they do. Or, more correctly
this one does. How much was down to the fact that she had enjoyed
this sort of stimulation from a very early age and how much was
natural, I have no idea. I still do not, even now, several months
later. All I have found over the intervening months is that little
girls really can enjoy sexual contacts, especially with those they
love. What is more, they give their hearts to this person absolutely
with no holding back. Their innocence fuels one's fire to try and
give them even more pleasure. Their grand-father had certainly
trained them well.
"You can fuck her in her bum-hole, if you choose. She likes it."
"That is something I find very hard to believe. Let's face it, she's
just too young to have any sexual response to that. Ok, oral sex, I
accept. Although before today I would have doubted even that. I
thought little girls nerves developed only after they became an
adolescent or at pubescence."
"No way. Even babies enjoy oral stimualtion. Although I haven't
mentioned my family, my mother used to play with my older brother that
way and he used to get a little stiffy even when he was still wearing
nappies. Saskia doesn't get an anal orgasm yet. She still gets one
only from oral sex, but she can certainly enjoy anal sex. She was
introduced to it last year, but very, very gently and with
sensitivity. Bjorn, my older brother was first. He has a small
cock. So we elected him chief introducer."
"Really. You mean, you let your brother have sex with Saskia as well
as your Dad?"
"Oh, of course. We all have sex with each other, always have. Bjorn
is a lovely man. He took some care to introduce his wife to our
activities. His first fiancee, left when he hinted he had been having
sex with me. Even before he got around to mentioning his nieces, she
up and left. She could not hack it, as they say. Irene is different.
Irene is Bjorn's wife. She loves it and has regular sex with my Dad
and her own girls. They have one little girl of their own and have
just adopted another."
My head was reeling. This was too much. I could just about grasp her
having been brought up to enjoy sex with her Dad, and then to allow
her Dad to enjoy the same privileges with her children, but this was
unbelievable. I could see she was serious. She had no reason to lie
to me.
My cock was once more rock hard at this talk. The thought of such an
incestuous family had me agog.
"Can I be awfully rude and ask, is there more? I mean, you've told
me now about your brother, Bjorn and you all having sex together, but
is there more? I mean, are there any other family members, or friends
or anyone?"
"No, that's it. Bjorn's little girls are slightly older, Elena is 10
and Kristina is 8. She is the adopted girl. But she is treated
exactly as if she were family. Really, she is family. We love her
just as much as her sister. She loves sex. We could tell the moment
we were first introduced to her. I could tell from her looking at us
she knew about sex. We found out later, she had been introduced to
sex at her first foster home, but they had not been very clean or nice
to her. Fortunately, it hadn't put her off, on the contrary, she was
thirsting to know more and lapped it up when we first tried little
sexual explorations with her. Oh yes, the eldest girl, Elena can just
tolerate full vaginal intercourse. We are very gentle with her of
course, but she loves to have a cock in her vagina. It is really sexy
seeing Dad or Bjorn fucking her, it reminds me so much of when Dad did
it to me at that age."
I was dumbfounded and just staring probably with my mouth open. Wow!
What an incredible family. The way Mel spoke about me joining her,
suggested I would be shortly enjoying the same privileges. I decided
there and then I wanted to marry this gorgeous girl. Such an open
minded attitude, a wife after my own heart. I never would have
dreampt of meeting such a woman and to then also suggest to her that
we bring up our kids to have sex with us, no way. I was not built
that way. I would have been too shy by far to even hint at what I
really wanted. Fortunately for me, I had never married. I had never
met the woman of my dreams, until now.
I gently started to turn little Saskia over and on to her knees in
preparation to do the deed.
"No, Saskia likes it on her back, so she can see you as you do it."
I must have looked confused.
"Just roll her legs back to expose her bottom to you. You'll see."
I opened the lube and plastered it all over my cock and around her
anus. Then Lydia took the lube from me and poured some over her
fingers. She then gently inserted first one then two fingers into
Saskia's tight little bottom hole.
"She needs to be very slippery for you. Just be careful and don't
expect to go right in, ok?"
"Of course, I'll be very careful, I promise. She is very precious to
me already. I know I've just met you all, but I feel I've known you
ages. I'll treat her exactly as if she were my very own daughter."
"That's good. Maybe something like that may happen.."
I could feel the suggestion hanging in the air. Oh, I so wanted to be
involved with this family. Before I could restrain myself, I burst
out with:
"Please marry me. Please say yes. Please don't answer right away,
think before you say no or anything, I can wait. I'm sorry I'm so old.
I wish I had met you years ago." I immediately realized the
stupidity of what I had said. She wasn't born when I would have been
at the age that ordinary society would consider me elegible to marry
such a young woman. I felt rather foolish. I could see her looking
at me with a little pity. I mistook it to be her preamble to a polite
refusal.
"I told you, I like older men. I don't want to say too much today.
After all we have just met. It would be pretty stupid to say I have
fallen in love within 6 hours of meeting you. But I do feel awfully
attracted to you. Let's just go on as we are for awhile and then see.
OK?"
I fell over myself to accept this. My cock had started to wilt a
little, but as I turned back to little Saskia lying stretched out
before me, her legs pulled back so invitingly, it started hardening
again. She was only slightly smaller than her sister. Lying there
like that, I would have been hard pressed to tell who was the eldest.
They both looked so little and young without any clothes on.
"You are very different to all the other men I've known." I heard Mel
say, but my mind was on other things.
I leant over Saskia, holding my cock in one hand and supporting myself
with the other. I did not want to rest my weight on her slight frame.
At that moment an old joke raced across my mind - a gentleman uses his
elbows. It caused me an inner laugh, as I thought how necessary this
was when the gentleman's partner is just 5 years old. I had to bend
my legs apart to reach her, she pulled her legs back tightly to her
shoulders. My cock was at her anal entrance. The opening looked so
small. I began to seriously doubt it would be possible and certainly
not without causing the child great pain. The thought was selfishly
pushed to the back of my mind at the delicious prospect of what lay
ahead. My fantasies of sex with children were as nothing compared to
this heady moment. To be about to sodomise a 5 year old little girl.
What was more, it was being done with the child's mother present and
her actually encouraging the act!
My penis was now pressing persistently at her rectal opening. I began
to doubt it would go in. I increased the pressure, I could feel the
child begin to flinch, but just as I thought I should stop to ease her
suffering, for there was no doubt it was very painful for her, my
penis slipped inside. Just the head and then I paused. She was lying
beneath me, very vulnerable and dwarfed by my much larger bulk. I
noticed her sister was very gently caressing her cunt lips. Then
amazingly her mother was doing the same thing. She was also cooing
encouraging things to her, telling her what enormous pleasure she was
giving me by allowing me to do this. Mel's fingers played expertly at
Saskia's tiny clitty hood. She would wet her finger in her mouth then
transfer it to her daughter's clitty. Gradually Saskia relaxed, I
could feel the tension of her sphincter muscle slowly relax around my
cock. I was only just inside her rectum, but I now ever so gently
pushed in a little further. When I was about a third in, I began to
move it slowly in and out. The sensation of fucking the anus of this
5 year old beauty was the most arousing thing I had ever experienced.
My previous fantasies usually revolved around girls aged 10 or 11 or
even 12. I had never fantasied about one so young. The experience
was therefore doubly exciting.
She was now much more relaxed as my penis travelled slowly in and out.
I would withdraw until only the tip was still lodged in her body and
then slowly push forward and see the shaft penetrating up into her
body, stopping when I was about half way in.
I kept up this gentle fucking until I could feel the boiling starting
at the base of my cock. I wanted to prolong the experience, but my
tolerance of such sensations was too new to be able to control myself.
I felt myself erupting inside her rectum. Not as fearsomely
aggressively as my previous two orgasms, but just as exciting for me.
Little Saskia had by now got used to the abuse I was subjecting her to
and was smiling up at me.
"It always takes her a little while to get used to it. But each time
she gets to the point of tolerance more quickly. Shortly she will be
just as tolerant as Lydia. I'm so pleased that you were so gentle
with her. You have a natural way with children, wanting to please
them, not just yourself. This is what was missing with the few
occasions when we met men who wanted sex with them at these camps."
"Did they do this?"
"No. I could tell early on from their fumbling selfishness that they
were rather rough and rude. At least the two we met were that way.
There are possibly many others, like yourself. But we never met them.
The two we met were only permitted external stimulation, if I can put
it that way, which I quickly put a stop to when I realized the way
they were."
"Well, I can't express myself adequately for the grateful thanks I
feel to you and these girls. I have always had a sneaking suspicion
that little girls could enjoy sex, but without any real experiences, I
could never be certain. My maggies show little girls, mainly around 9
or 10 enjoying sex, usually oral, both giving and receiving. There
were a few old grainy photos which hinted at anal activity. But the
only mags I have, don't actually show it."
"Were these old mags from the seventies and early eighties?"
"Yes. Some are called Lolita and similar names, like Child Sex,
Lolita Love, etc."
"I know them. We have thousands of them. Dad used to collect them
all. He has a virtually complete collection of the European ones. It
was legal in Scandinavia and Holland until the mid eighties. The
Scandinvian publishers obeyed an unwritten rule of only using girls
and boys who were aged 9 or older. This was because it was assumed
that was the age of consent and understanding of a child. But Dad
also has several privately distributed mags, these are way beyond even
the ones you have. There are pictures of full intercourse with
several kiddies. There are even anal shots with some very young kids,
even as young as four. These are modern mags and videos. Very secret
and hush-hush. You'll love them. We usually bring them out when
we're having family sex. We love looking at them as we fuck
together."
More revelations. The thought of these two delectable little girls
being shown hard core pornography was a revelation. I was on a very
steep learning curve.
"I think we had better call it a day, or rather a night now, don't you
agree?" Mel
asked me.
"I agree. These two must be worn out, it's way past their bedtime.
Are you in a hurry to get away tomorrow? What time do you want a
call?"
"Oh, let's see. No hurry. We are not too far from Beziers, so shall
we say 8 o'clock?"
"Fine. 8 o'clock call it is and see you down at breakfast at, let's
say, 9am?. I'll arrange a call with reception, oh better you do it,
I'm not too good with the language."
She smiled at this. After a few more moments of kisses all round, I
left them for my room, with just my trousers on. Luckily nobody was
about.
The next morning we agreed it was pointless travelling in a convoy of
two cars, so we made arrangments to park Mel's car at the garage in
the town for the duration of our holiday. I was so pleased that I had
selfishly bought a large car with plenty of seats and room for all the
luggage. I had never enjoyed a road journey so much.
We arrived in Beziers around 4 o'clock in the evening. The camp was
just a little further on past the town. I wanted to stop for a quick
bite to eat, but I also wanted to screw up my courage for the ordeal
ahead. Or at least, that was how I perceived it. I think Mel
understood, but said nothing. Eventually, I had run out of excuses
and we continued on to the camp. It was a charming place. Set well
back from the road with a discreet sign indicating it was a private
hotel and holiday complex and a warning that visits were strictly by
pre-booking only. This was to keep out any casual callers. We drove
up the curved driveway inside an avenue of trees and shrubs. The
first building fitted squarely across the drive and made it appear
that was the end of the road. There was a small turning area which we
stopped in. Mel told me to wait in the car whilst she went into the
receptionist's cabin. A few moments later she came back and told me
all the arrangements had been made. We were directed to the side of
the building where the area opened up into a sizable car park. We
found a space and we started unpacking.
"One thing about these holidays, you never need to worry over much
about what to wear." said Mel light heartedly over her shoulder as
she passed out bags for me to stack. Nevertheless, between them there
were six bags. I looked puzzled until I remembered they had been
staying with her family in Paris.
"I told the man you are my father, the girls grand-father and rather
new to this. He was very helpful and has put us together in a chalet
at the far end away from the busiest areas. Very helpful of him. We
like that anyway, in case anybody over-hears us in the nights" she
added. I wondered if she was just kidding. Possibly not. Much more
sensible to be safe than sorry.
Later we were all sitting around the table in the chalet. Mel took
charge and suggested now was as good a time as any to get used to the
climate, as she put it. So we all peeled off our clothes. I was not
bothered in front of them of course, but feeling some trepidation at
what lay ahead.
"You mustn't worry, do you hear? It's going to be alright, you'll
see. We'll all go out together and you girls stay close, OK? Tim is
feeling a little shy and we must help him over this. So we all stick
together for a while."
My heart-felt thanks went out to her thoughtfulness. I was almost
trembling.
"Right, I'm ready. Or at least I'm prepared for the worst, let's do
it."
Outside, I quickly lost my feelings of shame. The girls took station
on either side of me and each took hold of a hand. There were only a
few others about, but nobody seemed to notice us. We fitted in
perfectly, except for my rather paler skin. I rarely spend time in
the sun and it showed. Although the other three were all natural
blondes, their bodies were used to exposure to the sun. They had a
soft golden glow to them. There were no bikini marks. There were no
bathing shorts marks on me either, I was just uniformly white all
over.
"Let's go to the pool. That's the quickest way to get used to being
au natural."
I agreed and just followed them. I had to hurry to keep up with the
girls who were dragging me along excitedly, hurrying at the prospect
of splashing around in the water.
There were several people still around, despite it being evening now
and beginning to cool down. We all four of us jumped into the pool
and started swimming around together. The girls were excellent
swimmers. No doubt from many other similar holidays. The water was
very warm. We enjoyed ourselves for around an hour until Mel
suggested we ought to be getting the girls ready for bed. The "we"
was not lost on me. I jumped out and helped the others. I had
already noticed that there were many other children either splashing
around or standing watching. They were all ages. The very young had
either older sisters or their Mum's in attendance. But many of around
9 or 10 seemeed to be left alone. Their parents were obviously very
trusting. What a world, I thought. Nowhere in England could this
happen. At least nowhere that I knew of. Of course we did not enjoy
the warm sunny weather, but even at sea-sides on warm days, children
were always covered. Even very young girl children wore two piece
bathing costumes. Being topless was considered very daring and then
only indulged in by the more flamboyant women. Rare was the sight of
a topless little girl. Pedophobia, I called it. Everybody went out
of their way to avoid any titillating sights of their children.
Although most of these parents probably had no sexual contacts with
their kids, they did not fear anybody taking a prurient interest in
their children. Far from it, their little bodies were openly on
display for the world to ogle at. Except nobody did ogle. I noticed
that nobody seemed to take the slightest notice of us. We were just
another family enjoying ourselves. I felt a wave of pleasure and
relief. This was doing wonders for restoring my belief in humanity.
I began to realize I had been living in a pedo Hell. The blind
bigotry of the English. We still did not allow adult hard-core
pornography. All our magazines, videos, televison programmes, etc,
were carefully vetted for decency. Yet the average working man who
despised pedophiles would then turn happily to his page three topless
model with her synthetic over-sized boobs in his daily newspaper and
indulge in mild eroticism at the sight of this over developed female
body. Such women had the minimum of interest to me. I knew I could
not even manage an erection if one offered herself to me. They looked
to me what they were, tarts, cheap tarts.
Back in the real world of this French nudist camp, I felt a sense of
elation. For the first time in my life I truly felt freedom. I began
to understand why these people were so fond of this life. There was
no hypocrisy, no shame, no double standards.
It was later. As we were already nude and been playing in the water,
we had nothing to do but enjoy ourselves. I had the pleasure of first
fucking Mel then sodomising her followed by enjoying giving both girls
a long oral session. These two were made for sex. There was this
total willingness to enjoy everything they did. They even showed me
how they could sixty-nine together or as they called it,
soixante-neuf. Each lovingly licking the cunt of the other. Little
Saskia was on top to start with, but they then rolled onto their sides
with the pleasure. The best bit was when Mel called the girls over
to me. I was sitting resting in a chair and she told them to show me
some respect. I looked puzzled, but the girls immediately got down
onto their knees facing me and took my cock in turn into their mouths
and began to suck it. The fact that they had seen me penetrating
their mothers rectum with it was of no consequence. The sight of them
giving me this "respect" as they called it, as I lounged in my chair
was so erotic. I had cum once already inside their mothers bowels,
but I was now responding to their gentle ministrations. Lydia pushed
her hand beneath my bum and found my anus. I could feel her trying to
work her finger up into me. They were afraid of nothing and ashamed
of nothing. This was obviously something their grand-father liked
and had asked them to do. I expect he had trained Mel, his daughter,
to indulge him likewise when she was at a similar tender age. I
gently lifted the light little Saskia and turned her about. She
looked a little puzzled about my intentions, but understood when I
showed her my penis. She was now lying along my body facing downwards
and started playing again with my cock. I parted her legs, one on
each shoulder and started to eat her pussy. It was a little difficult
when she had my cock in her mouth as she was so short, but we managed
it by my bending my head forwards. I could feel myself aching to
erupt once more. I tried to warn them, but Mel indicated that I was
to go ahead and shoot into their mouths. They took it in turn to suck
as I came. First Saskia had a load, then Lydia quickly took up the
act and she received a blessing from me. They did not swallow, unlike
some of the cunt novels I had read over the years, where every little
girl is hungry for male sperm. These two, anyway, did not like to
swallow it. They would spit it out, but this did not stop them
enjoying sucking it into their mouths.
I began to understand what it must have been like for a Turkish
potentate with his harem. Each girl had but one aim in life, to
pleasure her Lord and Master. God help her if she did not do a
satisfactory job. One Turkish Sultan was reputed to have drowned all
25,000 of his wives and concubines by tying them into sacks and
dropping them into the Bosphorus, just so that he could clear the way
for a younger lot. The bastard. The evilness of man. Yet I, a
pedophile, would be regarded in an even worse light than that Sultan
for just wanting to love a child. The world was mad. I began to
realise just how lucky I had been in finding this family.
It was not all sex. Over the days that followed, I could equally
easily enjoy just gently cuddling these two delightful little
pre-teens. They would sit in my arms whilst I read them a story. Or
enjoy their company whilst walking. Of course we were nude throughout
our holiday. Walking behind these two whilst watching their pert
little bottoms cheeks moving against each other as we strolled around
was terribly exciting. Several times I found myself starting to
harden, only to feel an immediate embarassment which caused it to
subside. Mel noticed this on some occasions and laughed at it. I
felt foolish, but managed eventually to smile back at her. Her
advice was to stare at a naked man or woman, so that if anyone
noticed, they would not realize that the cause was the children. Very
few people took any more than the politest of notice of us, except to
smile and exchange occasional greetings as we gradually got to know
our fellow holiday-makers.
Our stay at the resort passed very quickly. It was just over 2 weeks
after I had stopped to help and I was being introduced to Mel's
father. Not just her Dad, but her brother and his family. I
suspected, in fact I was absolutely sure, that they were all aware of
what had happened on holiday. After all, Mel kept in daily contact
with her father and a family as close as this one, was bound to share
secrets. Not that our relationship was a secret, except to the
outside world. But to these other members of this very close knit
family, there were no secrets. So here was I shaking hands all round.
Mel's father had invited his son and family around to greet and meet
me.
Mel's father, Jorgen looked in excellent health. He was 65 years old
and looked much younger. His son Bjorn was in his late twenties. He
was very similar looking to his sister. Bjorn's wife, Irene, was
much darker. She was also short and very pretty and looked to be in
her late twenties. She had very short hair cut close to her head
which somehow made her look much younger. Her real daughter, Elena
looked like her mother, dark and also had short hair. She was a
stunner. I couldn't wait to see her without clothes. She looked
lovely. She was 10 and had the beginnings of some shapeliness. Her
adopted sister, Kristina, was quieter. She had medium brown hair tied
in bunches each side of her head. She had a resemblance to her
"father". Perhaps that was why they had chosen her. She was 8 and
was chunkier than any of the other children. I thought she had a
very sensual side to her nature. Later events showed this to be true.
I noticed Jorgen watching my reaction to being introduced to his
grand-children. Out of habit, I avoided staring at them, but he
noticed my interest. So did the girls, they smiled at me. I could
feel my heart pounding just through looking at them. What had
happened to my life? Here I was being introduced to a family that
enjoyed totally uninhibited sex. I knew that sooner or later I was
going to see both these beautiful little girls naked. More, there was
every likelihood from what I already knew that Bjorn was happy to
allow me to explore their lovely shapely pre-teen bodies. I was
almost shaking with excitement.
We chatted together, with Jorgen asking polite questions about my
business. I learnt he had owned a car franchise. He loved cars and
owned several. I also learnt he had enjoyed an incestuous
relationship with his step sister from an early age. They had two
children, Bjorn and Mel. His sister was half French and had died last
year of luekaemia, which I already knew from Mel. She had been
remarkably tolerant towards sex with the children. Initially she had
just thought it quaint that her husband was showing such interest in
them. But as she was used to an incestuous liaison with her
half-brother from their early years, she had been easy to enrol into
their activites. As they grew up, she came to accept it readily. As
Jorgen's interest waned in sex with his sister, their son, Bjorn took
over that role. As time went on, Mel eventually persuaded her Dad to
impregante her. As Bjorn was also fucking her at the time, it was
possible that Bjorn was the father, but within the family they always
assumed it was Jorgen. To outsiders, the father was unknown. Luckily
they lived in a very tolerant society where neighbours did not pry too
closely into each others private lives. Single mothers were a fact of
life and nothing to remark about.
When we got around to my private life I confessed my sexual
predilections were the cause of great stress and anxiety in my life.
I was always on my guard not to stare at children. Visits to the
supermarket or on the train were excuses to glance at them, but I
still always took care never to do anything that might draw attention
to myself. I told him about my masturbatory fantasies with my few
lolita mags. He smiled at this and then beckoned me to follow him.
We went up two flights of stairs to a large attic room that ran almost
the length of the house. It was furnished with wide comfortable
armchairs and a very soft pile carpet. The armchairs were a lovely
shade of moss green and made of soft hide. The sloping roof was
fitted with several Velux windows with a view up to the sky. Thus it
was very private. The room looked extremely comfortable. We walked
over to a wall where there were two very large cupboards. He opened
one and displayed what must have been many hundreds of magazines.
There were 6 levels of shelving, from the floor up to the top row
above my head height.
"Take one out, any one" Jorgen commanded.
I took one off a shelf at shoulder height. The shelf was as wide as
the cupboard and must have contained hundreds of magazines as it was
packed tightly. It was called Lolita Love. My heart fluttered at
the sight of a very pretty red haired little girl of around 8 or 9 on
the cover. She had her back to the camera and was exposing her pretty
bottom. Her head was turned and she was looking at the camera over
her right shoulder. The inside had colour photos of the same little
girl in various very explicit poses. I felt my penis hardening. I
felt a slight embarrassment at my reaction. I was hoping Jorgen would
not notice. He moved over to another, smaller cupboard. This one
contained both mags and videoa.
"Try one of these. All these mags and videos in this cupboard were
produced for strictly private distribution." He invited.
Once again, after replacing the first magazine I took another from the
smaller cupboard. This looked much more modern with very high quality
colouring on the cover. It was called Kindergarten Sex. It was even
more suggestive. It showed a young girl of about 5 I guessed, sitting
cross legged exposing herself and grinning at the camera. No shame or
shyness. This is what had struck me about my very limited collection:
all the children looked as if they were enjoying themselves. As had
all the nudist children at the resort. Thumbing through the mag, I
was staggered to see explicit photos of oral and anal sex with the
same little girl as shown on the cover.
"Or would you prefer a video?" Jorgen asked.
"This is amazing. I think they'd lock you up and throw away the key
if you were found with this lot in England."
"A very intolerant and hypocritical country, if you don't mind my
saying so."
"I definitely agree. It is the English trait. We love to look down
on others. To grab the moral high ground. Yet we are riddled with
problems. The Church is trying to keep the lid on numerous cases of
child molestation, but the worms are coming out of the woodwork,
despite their best efforts to cover it all up." I continued: "I
would love to know the truth behind some politicians and their
personal dark secrets, after all they are human, despite their trying
to stop the rest of us simply enjoying looking at pictures. Did you
know that even adult pornography, hard-core I mean, is still illegal
in England?" I added.
"Yes. I am always extremely aware of how repressed they are when I
visit. It oozes out at you. And you know what, sex is natural.
People are the same the world over. Just because something is
banished by law, does not make people better or even different. There
are almost certainly just as many pedophiles in Scandinavia as in the
UK. It is just we do not get as worked up about it. And do you know
something else? I am prepared to bet a fortune that our children are
just as healthy both emotionally and psychologically as yours in the
UK."
"More so, probably." I agreed.
"Would you like to borrow some of these? For as long as you
reasonably like. If you wish to try and take them back with you, well
it's at your risk." Jorgen offered.
"Definitely not. I would be crucified if I were found in possession
of even one of these mags. But thanks for the very kind offer. But
I'd love to borrow a few whilst I'm staying her, if that is ok with
you?"
"Of course, be my guest. Or rather, you are my guest, so go ahead.
We'll watch a nice little video after we've eaten, before the girls
bedtime. Bjorn brought it with him. I believe you'll enjoy it."
"You mean, you are still able to buy these today? But I thought kiddy
porn was now illegal, even over here." I asked.
"It is. But I have many, many contacts. In the old days we could
openly make contact because there were magazines dedicated to little
girl lovers. Those may have dried up, but there are other means open
to us today." He hinted darkly. "Anyway, who said we bought it?
There are many private videos circulating within the pedo society."
I was tempted to ask what "other means" and what "pedo society", but
politeness forbade me. I reasoned if he wanted to tell me, he would.
Otherwise I would be wise to shut up and listen. Jorgen must have
anticpated my curiosity because he smiled and took me across to the
other side of the room where he had a computer with a large flat
screen monitor.
"This is one way we make contacts today" he said as he switched on
the computer.
After it had booted up, he dialed up and logged into his ISP and then
quickly started another program.
"Watch this." He said, as he clicked the mouse and showed me a chat
room. I knew only a very little about the Internet. I had heard of
chat rooms. It was supposed to harbour pedophiles laying in wait to
entrap unsuspecting children. As I was not into harming children in
any way, it was something I had let pass. Now, however, I saw one of
the reasons why so many were concerned about it. There were listings
of names of chat rooms (I supposed) with all sorts of the most obvious
and revealing names, such as Preteen. In fact there were dozens of
them! I was amazed.
"But how can this be? I thought all countries had banned this stuff.
Yet here it is on open display. I can't believe it"
"These are chat rooms. There are no pictures on them, or at least not
openly but you can always exchange them with others on private
channels. That can be risky, but just chatting in such a room is
surely not illegal. It is definitely allowed under our laws because
of the freedom of speech and the same in the United States. I don't
know about the UK. But there is nothing to stop anyone logging onto
these chat rooms, they are there and there is nothing any Government
that allows freedom of speech can do about it. Nothing at all."
"Well, I bet they would be considered illegal in England. OK, I
suppose it would depend what you said when in the chat room, but even
knowing you were visiting them would certainly put you under
suspicion. But how do the authorities track you, or rather can they
track you?" I asked
"Well nobody over here would bother. There is no Government agency
dedicated to watching the internet. But in England there is an
enormous agency called GCHQ that watches everything world-wide. It
works in conjunction with the American Government's Agency, NSA.
They freely exchange information. Most of their activites are to do
with spying on other nations. But now that the cold war is over, they
are busy trying to keep themselves in a job, so invent enemies. The
latest are of course pedophiles. So this enormous Government Agency
costing millions upon millions to run, devotes its spare time to
watching what the good citizens of the United Kingdom are watching on
their home computers" said Jorgen
"I had no idea any of this went on. I have only been on the Net at a
friends house. It looked dead boring to me. We visited a few Web
sites, the BBC and then some showing clothes catalogues, then cars. I
could see the benefit if you were say, a research student, but I found
it very boring after about an hour."
"These chat rooms are used to make contacts only. Only a fool would
attempt to exchange pics directly with another chat room person. They
may be anybody. Could easily be an American Law Enforcement sting.
They are very fond of that. No, what we do is after finding a likely
pedophile, we arrange to send encrypted Email. No contacts for ages,
until after both parties are truly satisfied that the other is not Law
Enforcement. We find that out by sending progressively more illegal
material to each other via Usenet. Law Enforcement can only entice.
They cannot actually send anything truly illegal in the form of
images. If they did, no conviction could result. So as we gradually
exchange such info, we know the other party is genuine. We do not
send our messages directly to each other. We post them to certain
news groups. The Net is made up of several distinct units. The Web,
which was what you were doing at your friends house, Usenet, which are
the newsgroups, a sort of bulletin board where people can leave
messages, then there's Email, plus of course IRC, which are the chat
rooms. IRC means Internet Relay Chat. This is the one we use to get
contacts. I'll explain it in more detail tomorrow, if you are
interested. OK. Let's go back down. We have that video to watch,
remember?"
We all enjoyed a lovely meal together. At this stage we were like any
other normal happy family. After the clearing away, Jorgen reminded
us of the movie we were going to enjoy. With that he lead us up to
the attic. This was their family sex room. I had suspected as much
from its furnishings. But it was also used to watch their videos.
It seemed they had hundreds.
"We are hoping that we'll get Digital VHS soon or perhaps recordable
DVD. They give
much better picture clarity." Said Bjorn. "Right everybody, let's
get comfortable, we don't have long before Bjorn and Irene have to
leave."
I guessed correctly this meant get undressed. I was not as timid as
I was 2 weeks ago, but nevertheless, I was a tiny bit slower than the
others in removing my clothes. I watched Bjorn's little daughters
quickly divest themselves. I was my usual self, trying to disguise my
interest and only glancing across from time to time as they peeled out
of their clothes. But it seemed everybody had other ideas. Jorgen
suggested that as I was new and as a special treat to me because of my
horrible repressed past, Bjorn's daughters should give me a little
taste of what they all enjoyed together. I had no idea what was
coming, but my prick immediately sat up and began to take notice.
Elena the eldest came over to me and suggested in very good English
that she would like to sit on my lap. As I nodded vigorously, her
sister came over and wanted to sit on my other knee. Both of them,
nubile and nude. I could feel my cock responding. They were both
taller and heavier than Mel's little girls, but still small children
and no weight.
I felt a tinge of embarassment momentarily being the centre of
attention. I gently caressed their bodies. I noticed the others also
settling down. Mel was sitting on her fathers lap and her children
were sitting one each on Irene and Bjorn's lap's. I decided to take
the bull by the horns. I turned Elena's head up towards mine and
kissed her full on the lips. Just like her cousins, Lydia and Saskia
she opened her mouth and allowed my tongue into her mouth. I could
taste her warm breath, then her tongue was entangling with mine. My
hands began exploring over her little vulva area. She had delightful
little cunt lips with a hood peeking out. I could feel it clearly as
I played with her.
Jorgen asked if everybody was ready, with agreements all round the
lights were lowered and we settled down in anticipation of the
pleasure to come.
Jorgen picked up the remote and started the video.
They had a very large screen TV, about 50 inches or possibly even
larger. As the screen cleared, it showed what must have been a very
amateur video recording. The first few seconds kept jumping until it
settled.
I was excited, not knowing what was to follow. My excitment went off
the scale when onto the screen walked, Elena and her little sister
Kristina. I must have gasped, because I saw Jorgen and Bjorn turn
and grin at me. Here were these two beautiful creatures that were at
this moment nestleing in my arms and settling down to watch what must
be a porn movie in which they starred. Unbelieveable,
un-bloody-believable.
On screen the little Elena and her sister grinned at the camera, then
recited in English together:
"This is our videa. We made it of our own free will. We enjoy making
videos and we will enjoy this one too. We hope you enjoy it as much
as we will.
The screen faded and then came up again showing both little girls
nude and lying back on a bed. Then Bjorn came on camera, naked. His
prick was straight out in front of him. As he approached his
daughters they each began fondling it. To my still inexperienced
eyes, the sight of a little pre-teen holding a man's cock was
extremely arousing. That it was their own father's cock they were
caressing made it doubly arousing. Of course, the off screen Elena
and Kristina were busy doing the same for me. As I watched them on
screen performing with their Dad, they were pushing my excitement
beyond all normal limits. They each were happy to let my fingers
explore between their legs. Elena pulled her legs up to make it
especially easy. Without thinking my fingers found their way around
to her bottom entrance. I was expecting her to flinch or show some
negative reaction to this. Had she done so, I would have immediately
desisted, but she still maintained her position and this facilitated
my fingers pushing gently into her anus. I used the moisture from her
vagina to lubricate my finger which I then very slowly and gently
inserted up into her rectum. I could feel the heady excitement. I
was fingering the anus of yet another little girl. This was too much.
I could feel myself about to come. Little Kristina must have been
even more experienced than I had given her credit for because she got
off my lap quickly and kneeling in front of me, immediately took me
penis into her mouth. I started ejaculating copiously into her mouth.
After my experiences with Lydia and Saskia I tried to fumble a
hankerchief out of my pocket, but before I could manage it Kristina
was swallowing it. She kept on sucking long after I had finished.
She was like a little pro. She looked up at me with a small dribble
of my cum hanging from her mouth and smiled at me. On a spur, I
picked her up and kissed her full on the lips, tasting my own sperm.
I had never tasted my own ejaculate. Like the other little girls she
opened her mouth to allow us to entwine our tongues. I could taste
the starchy flavour of male semen. It was not unpleasant, but the
thought of what I was doing did make my stomach turn over for a
moment. Then I rememebered this little girl had been happy to
swallow it all. No signs of disgust from her. I owed it to her to
enjoy what we were doing and re-doubled my efforts in kissing her.
My finger had to come out of Elena's bottom to help support Kristina.
She was definitely like a little eel the way she wriggled in my arms.
What a body, what a girl, what a sensation for me.
I hoped I was not being rude doing this whilst the video was on. A
glance around showed that they were all intent on the video which had
moved on and was showing Bjorn being sucked by Elena. Meanwhile
Kristina was on her hands and knees and allowing him to caress her
from behind. She was rolling her bottom around in obvious pleasure.
From my experiences so far with little girls, I had little doubt this
was for real.
After a few more minutes of sucking, Bjorn turned his attention to
Kristina and the camera came in closer and had to re-focus as he
pushed his penis up and down Kristina's little vulva. It was small
but very puffy, almost fat. His cock parted the lips and we could see
the head pushing at her vaginal entrance. However, he did not push
too hard. Evidently she was still too small for a real fucking.
Perhaps in a year or two.
Meanwhile Elena had got down onto her knees with her bottom facing
towards her father. He now returned his attention to his eldest
daughter. He played his cock around her small cunt lips. We could
see the head parting the lips of her pre-teen quim as he had been
doing with her younger sister. After a few moments, instead of just
continuing around the outside of her vaginal area, we could see the
head slowly pushing into the little girls vagina. More disppeared up
inside. He moved his body slightly so that the camera could get a
better view. I could see his shaft moving slowly back and forth, in
and out of Elena's cunt.
Meanwhile, I was gently caressing that same cunt. I found I could get
a finger up inside her vagina. She was cooperating with this. What a
girl. I could feel some moisture on my finger which proved she was
enjoying my caresses.
Back on screen, her father was now pushing powerful thrusts of his
cock deeply into her little body. He held her by the waist as he
pushed in and out. Then I noticed his daughter suddenly arching
herself back onto her father's cock. She was orgasming strongly. I
could distinctly hear her onscreen moans, then a cry of "Ooh oui, oui,
ja... Papa... Then something in Norwegain
I was sweating with excitement. That Bjorn was doing this in front of
his wife (I had little doubt it was she holding the camera), and his
own father to his own daughters was so powerfully erotic I could feel
my cock tumescing again. I was either going to die early with all
this sexual arousal or begin a second youth. I did not know which,
but it was making me feel twenty years younger. No wonder people
claim sex keeps you young. If this kept up, I was going to be back
in my teens!
On screen, Bjorn was now allowing Elena to climb down from her orgasm,
his cock still embedded inside her and still apparently hard. Slowly
he withdrew it, until it exited with a slight slurp. It was after
all a very large object to be inserted into a ten year old's vagina.
Yet she had not displayed any signs of discomfort. I was hoping I
would soon have the opportunity to enjoy the same experience with her.
Bjorn now turned to his youngest daughter, still on her hands and
knees on the bed. There was a brief cut in the video, whilst it faded
out and then back in. Bjorn was now re-positioned behind Kristina.
He again played his cock up and down the peach like crack of her cunt.
Again he parted her cunt lips to play inside the folds of skin. Then
I saw his cock rise over her perineum until it reached her bottom
hole. This looked as if it had been lubricated by the glistening I
could see around it. This must have happened when the fade out had
just occurred. Now his cock was placed exactly at her rosebud ring
and he pushed steadily forward. His hands were steadying the little
girl from being pushed forward by his pressure. I could see the
resistance to it entering her, then miraculously the head disappeared
inside. He then paused for a few moments to allow her to get used to
the pressure. Then he pushed forward again and another pause. This
went on for several minutes until eventually he had penetrated all the
way inside her rectum. His cock was now buried to the hilt in his
little daughter's bowels. She showed no signs of being in pain, she
just passively lay on her arms and knees awaiting whatever was in
store for her. We were not kept long in suspence; Bjorn slowly
started fucking her. We could see his cock moving in and out of her
anus. He took it right out at one stage to show us the gleaming tip,
then pushed it back into her bottom. It seemd to find its way inside
more easily this time. I momentarily noticed how dilated her anal
opening was when he had withdrawn it. She was obviously well used to
his fucking her in this way, because she was now responding to his
thrusts. I could see her little frame moving back and forth, in time
with his actions. The little minx was enjoying it fully. I then
noticed her elder sister was feeling her cunt. Then the camera pulled
back slowly and we could see Elena's other hand playing at her fathers
bottom. She was finding his bottom opening with her other hand.
Then we saw her finger push up into her fathers rectum. So this is
where Mel's little girls had been taught this technique, the one that
had made me cum so powerfully in that French hotel. I later found
that it was Jorgen who had taught them all how erotic this can be for
a male.
Bjorn was now pumping quite energetically into his little daughter's
bottom. She took it well. Her back was humping back at him,
suggesting she was enjoying it as much as he. At last he gave one
final heave up against her and held himself there tightly for a few
moments. Then they collapsed together onto the bed. I had little
doubt that Bjorn must have had a masterful cum and was totally
exhausted. No wonder, he had fucked right Royally both his daughters.
I was amazed he had such fortitude. I would have cum inside little
Elena's vagina.
There were a few more shots of his daughters, some very erotically
posed. Some showed them on their tummies lying flat out from
different angles. In some of these they had spread their legs so the
camera could catch their little cunts. Others were with them on their
backs with their legs held back showing everything in perfect detail.
Some had small dildoes in them.
Then there was a long sequence with their mother, Irene. She was
wearing a strap on dildo and was fucking each in turn as had her
husband. The dildo was not very large and seemed to be made of
something rubbery. Each child in turn was treated to a fucking.
Then the children took it in turns to lick their mothers cunt. The
camera zoomed in for a closer look and we could see her cunt literally
dripping moisture from her arousal. The scene faded after Irene was
shown experiencing a violent orgasm with her children sucking her.
The last shots were outside. It seemed rather cold from the way they
were dressed. But then the shots showed them on a park bench with
their jeans around their ankles and their legs open. Some had them
almost totally nude, with their feet up on the bench and looking
through their knees at the camera, showing their vulvaa and their
bottom holes. Anybody in the vicinity would have had the shock of
their lives. But it seemd they were all alone in that park. I
wondered if Bjorn got a kick out of taking the chance of showing them
off in public in this way. Although the park must have been deserted
- it did seem like a cold day - nevertheless there must have been at
least a faint risk of a passer-by seeing what was going on. Perhaps
here in Norway nobody would take a lot of notice. I just did not
know. I was certain that nobody in their right mind would do such a
thing in England. The terrible consequences of being caught by some
busy body were just too terrible to contemplate.
The scene eventually faded out with the girls seen coming down a
slide, exposing everything as they got to the bottom. No panties to
be seen, just bare flesh.
The lights came up. I still had a raging hard on. Bjorn and Jorgen
smiled at me.
"What did you think?" asked Jorgen. "Did you enjoy it? We have
many more."
"Dad has been collecting kiddy porn movies for years, haven't you
Dad?"
"Yes, even in my youth I loved little girls. Well you've had a little
fun, would you like to watch us have some now? asked Jorgen.
"Thank you, I would love to watch, er, what exactly do you do?" I
fumbled.
"We have regular sex altogether. Of course at my age, I need to rest
a bit between sessions, so it's great that you are here to help out,
so to speak. Otherwise, Mel does her bit with the little ones. She
is very fond of little girls bodies, aren't you my Sweet?"
"You know me, Dad. I love all things sexy, as do my little girls."
answered Mel.
Jorgen said something to one of the children who got up and fetched a
kitchen style chair. It had a cushion on it, but was otherwise a
typical hard seated, hard backed upright chair. Without waiting for
any further instructions Lydia climbed onto it, on her knees facing
the back. Her delectable little rear pointed at the room. She
huddled forward over the back, holding the sides of the back uprights.
Her Mum then got up and gently started to feel her all over. Her
whole body, from her neck down. Then her little sister, Saskia joined
in. Meanwhile Jorgen had found a jar of something which I quickly
realized was KY jelly or similar. I later found out they always used
hand cream, as it stayed slippery for longer and did not dry up as
quickly as KY. Jorgen gave the jar to his daughter who now liberally
lubricated first her daughters rectum and little quim, then her
fathers penis. What eroticism! A dutiful daughter preparing her
father and offering him her 6 year old daughter to fuck. This was
Heavenly to me. I was getting so aroused from just watching what this
family got up to. Now, Jorgen came up behind his little
grand-daughter and at the same time, gestured for me to come closer
and watch.
He very slowly started to feel her himself, very gently he first
fingered her little cunt, then he played with her bottom cheeks.
Lydia then reached behind her and parted the cheeks of her bottom,
allowing her father/grand-father easier access with his probing
fingers. I could see his finger playing all around her small back
hole. Gradually his finger found the hole itself and very slowly
squeezed up inside. Lydia was squirming a litle, but I was sure from
pleasure not discomfort. Meanwhile, Lydia's Mum was still caressing
her daughter and her fingers had found her cunt lips and opening from
the front. Now Jorgen slowly withdrew his finger and pressed closer
with his erect and straight penis. It was small like mine, thank
goodness. I was not ashamed to feel just a little proud that I had
also enjoyed what he was about to perform on Lydia. His penis was
now pushed tightly against her rear entrance. Only slowly did the
head move inside. He was obviously a man of vast sexual experience
with kids. His penis' head was now inside his grand-daughter and he
then rested her. He was more gentle with her than I had been.
Despite this being something the little girl had experienced many
times over the last three years, he was still careful. Now his penis
was pushing further up inside her rectum. I could see her ring
tightly clenching his cock, moving in and out as he fucked her. Her
bottom muscle was obviously tightly holding onto his manhood and would
tend to push in as he pushed in and then stretch outwards as he
withdrew from her. It looked as if her body was reluctant to give up
its treasure. I noticed Mel gently caressing her father's cock as it
came out. As if he was not getting sufficient stimulation from his
grand-daughters anal sphincter, her mother, his daughter was massaging
him to arouse him further. I looked around and noticed the other two
girls, Elena and her sister, Kristina were kissing each other with
their hands in each other's crotches. Saskia was standing quietly
besides me. On a spur I put my hand around her frail shoulders. She
turned to look up at me. I tootied down next to her. At her level,
she now put her arm around my neck. I put mine under her bottom.
Immediately she got down onto her knees in a similar position as her
older sister, except she was on the soft rug.
She was facing her sister, as I got behind her and gently started
caressing around her sexual areas. Her tiny little fuck hole was not
fully wet. She was obviously just too young yet to respond in a
direct physical way to sexual advances. But she certainly enjoyed
the stimulation. Jorgen, meanwhile was now pushing further up into
his grand-daughters bowels. She was timidly accepting his onslaught.
His daughter was cooperating in this scene as far as she could. She
was helping to steady her daughters little body as her father's
thrusts were now much more powerful and threatened to push her over
the chair. I could see his penis was disappearing its full length up
into her rectum. At long last he gave one final heave and held
himself tightly up against her bottom cheeks. His hands were around
her waist. He clung onto her, pressing hard against her, his cock
buried to the hilt in her bottom. What a sight. I was as hard as a
rock and had been for several minutes. I was feeling like a young
man again. Nothing in my life had prepared me for this. A 66 year
old man sodomising his 6 year old grand-daughter.
At long last, Lydia's grand-father pulled out of her body. His penis
was limp and a strain of semen stretched from her anus to his cock
head. I thought that was it, but then Mel got down on her knees
behind her daughter and started eating out her daughters anus. Lydia
still cooperated by pulling her bottom cheeks wide apart, helping her
mother gain full access. I could see her tongue, gently caressing
her little girls donut ring opening. I realized it was to sooth her.
Her father was now gently caressing his daughter, but in a more
restrained, almost normal fatherly way. Then his hands went around
to her small breasts and gently cupped them before rolling her nipples
between his fingers. Hardly a normal fatherly caress, but worse
followed. He then moved down her body and bending forward I could see
him blowing gently into her ear as his hand found their target, her
sex lips. His fingers busied themselves, feeling her almost little
girl cunt. There was very little hair and almost no clitoris, but
she responded rapidly to his advances. She turned around and still
on her knees, took her fathers limp cock into her mouth. No
repugnance at where it had just been. But then I remembered she had
been licking the home from which it had just emerged. I was half
expecting his penis to become erect again, but age has its
limitations. It still reposed limply in her mouth, despite her most
valiant efforts to coax it back into life.
I was now behind Lydia's little sister and feeling her beautiful body.
It was so small and frail. I had never had an opportunity to explore
a little girl's body before meeting Mel and her girls. Now I was
luxuriating in this so erotic and sensual experience. My fingers
came around the front of her body to feel her little girl cunt. It
was small but so puffy. I could part the lips and feel the slight
slipperiness inside. Slippery? Yes, she was obviously lubricating,
if only slightly. It was definitely moist. I wanted to fuck her.
Her mother, ever so sensitive to her daughters needs, noticed my
actions and divined my intentions. She passed me the jar of lube
with one hand as her other held onto her fathers prick. Jorgen turned
to me and said,
"Go ahead. Be gentle, but she will take it. She enjoys an anal
fuck. Still too young to get it right inside her pussy, but in a few
years we will enjoy her that way too."
Amazing family. Me a newcomer, an interloper. Being cordially
invited to anally fuck the family's youngest grand-child. Only five
and a half years old and ready to accept a male penis in her bottom.
Amazing was not the word. Incredible was closer. But even that fell
short of the wonder that I was feeling to have stumbled upon such a
family.
I began to feel as if I was the star performer. All turned their
attention to me as I very slowly began lubing my little temptresses
bottom hole. Her frame was so small. It was difficult to believe I
would be able to penetrate her without some injury. Yet, I had
already fucked her anally several times since our first meeting.
Each occasion still excited me beyond belief. I knew I was shortly
to enjoy the feeling of total eroticism as my prick was grasped so
tightly by this little maiden's rear. I was determined not to rush.
Slowly I felt her anus. It was well lubed and very slippery from my
fingering. I was about to do the same to my penis when I felt a
little hand taking the jar from me, then a very slippery hand grasped
my cock. Kristina, bless her little cotton socks, was handling my
penis. Her small hand made my cock seem much larger than it was. Her
ministrations were putting the finishing touches to my already hard
erection.
I continued my fingering of Saskia's rear. I had one finger buried up
to the knuckle and I was caressing all around inside her rectum. I
could feel the sides of her bowel. Fortunately, there was no faeces
inside. I knew that these girls were meticulous with their toiletry.
Anal sex was an everyday event and they knew the importance of being
clean inside. Regular daily movements ensured this. I had never
felt any shit inside them on any of the occasions I had fucked them.
I only very slowly and reluctantly withdrew my finger and pressed up
closer behind her. On my knees, like her, I grasped her little waist
as my penis pressed against her bottom cheeks. I spread my legs to
get down to her level. Without asking, one of the others pulled her
bottom open, helping me to locate her anal entranceway. I moved my
penis around in the valley between her delectable rear mounds, my
instinct was to give her time to get used to what was to follow. My
penis was now at her rear entrance and pressed against the small hole.
I remembered the expression learnt whilst at college, the tradesman's
entrance. Used to describe anal sex. Another was uphill gardener.
"Go ahead, once inside, she loves it" from her mother. "I always
felt a little nervous when I was her age. But over the months and
years I used to look forward to Daddy fucking me in there."
Encouragement indeed! My penis was stretching her anal ring. I felt
the strong resistance. It was surely terribly painful for this tiny
child. To have to put up with a grown males penis entering her anal
channel must have been Hell. Yet, she hardly flinched. At last, I
felt something give. My cock head had entered its grotto. I paused
as I had seen Jorgen do. I had always done that on previous
occasions, but now took elaborate care not to press inwards too soon.
I did not want them to feel that I was some uncouth rapist. I had to
feel the little girl was at the very least acquiescing to what I was
doing. Any resistance to my actions would have made me stop. My
hands explored her body. I could feel her nascent breasts. At
present nothing but a pair of almost unnoticeable nipples. I expect
if she followed her Mum, she would only ever have very small pear
shaped breasts. But that suited me. I did not like big breasted
woman. The only thing I disliked more than big breasts was a big
hairy twat... That was always an awful turn off to me.
Fortunately, if she followed her mum, she would inherit a small cunt
with only minimal blond hair and no protruding inner labia.
Her shoulders were so small, her arms slender and with just enough fat
to make them feel exciting. I felt around her tummy. So flat and
soft to the touch. Her thighs likewise, the skin so feather soft.
My fingers again inevitably found her little girls vulva. Oh, so
supple, so velvety to the touch. I just refuse to believe that any
man presented with this situation would find it a turn off. Simply
impossible. I was so highly charged with eroticism, I was shaking
with excitement.
Once again, I pushed slowly forward. The resistance was now very
much less. I had noticed that it took some force to get the head
inside, but once the breach had been made, it took only moderate
pressure to push further inwards. I was now progressing further up
into her little body. I paused at regular intervals to rest her.
Then I would pull back just a little then push forward a little more.
This way I gradually worked the whole length of my penis up into her
nether regions. At last I felt what I assumed was the end of her
large bowel. I had not noticed it on previous occasions, perhaps the
heady excitement was so over-powering I was unable to sense it.
Whatever, this time I could feel a resistance to further progress of
my penis within her body. I was actually virtually fully inserted
into her rectum. There was very little prospect of me pushing in much
further, but nevertheless, I did not try to attempt it. Again, I
paused, then slowly pulled back almost all the way out. Then very
slowly inserted myself back inside again. Gradually, this motion
increased, taking time to feel her little girls vulva, I would slowly
push in then retreat slowly outwards, then all the way back inside
again. I persisted with this slow fucking action for several minutes.
Although no prospect of her having an anal orgasm, my gentle fingering
of her sexy front hole was certainly giving her pleasure. Now that
she was tolerating my presence, the sensations she was experiencing
with my fingering were taking precedence over all else. I continued
my fucking action. I could feel myself coming to the boil. Within
seconds, my semen burst out of my buried cock. I could feel the
spurts shooting up into the depths of her bowels. Oh joy. What
pleasure it was to fuck a little five year old in the bottom. What
total unrestrained joy. Nothing could compare with this. No lottery
win, no holiday, no exciting new car, no, nothing at all compared to
the feeling of cuming inside the bottom of a little girl. When the
little girl is just five years old and you are doing it in the
presence of both her mother and her grand-father.... My senses were
reeling. It took me several seconds to come down off my cloud. My
head was dizzy with the feeling of excitement. I clung to her little
hips, pressing tightly up inside her. Gradually I came down, I could
feel my penis wilting. The pleasure, the pleasure... As it further
shrank, I allowed it to slip out of her body. I bent forward and
whispered in her ear:
"Thank you, Darling Saskia. You have absolutely no idea how much
pleasure that gave me, thank you, thank you."
"I do believe you enjoyed that" from Mel. What a mother.
I cannot truthfully with hand on heart tell you that she had became
excited by what I had done. She had not. But on a much later
occasion when alone with them, I found that they actually enjoyed what
was being done to them. Yes, it was painful for the first moments,
particularly the first few times, but gradually the pain subsided over
the weeks as their bodies adjusted, to be replaced by a nice feeling
of closeness with the adult. Lydia had passed that stage years ago,
and Saskia was now similarly coming to enjoy it. She was now able to
enjoy this fucking because of the closeness of contact. I suspect
that little girls are very keen to please, it is after all a females
natural bent to be subservient to the male of the species. Despite
all the political correctness, men are the dominant animal, women the
submissive one. When a woman tries to reverse this in a household
the partnership is doomed. It is, after all is said and done, the
man who invades the woman, not the other way around.
In this family, there was no doubt, females were the submissive ones.
They had all been brought up to obey what is after all a natural law.
I had been a witness to this on that first night in the hotel bedroom
in Cahors. When their mother had ordered them to show me respect.
"Let's have a short break" said Irene with a smile.
So we had some coffee and chatted, almost like any other family.
Almost, except for the fact that we were all naked together. Jorgen
walked over to the cupboards. He opened the smaller one and chose a
large selection of mags.
"Especially for Tim" he announced. "Go ahead, Tim, have a browse.
Pass them around."
I was thinking of the grownups, but he meant the children as well.
They eagerly took one each off me and sat down, turning over the
pages. The several I had left, were all ultra hard core. These were
way beyond the so-called porno mags I had. These looked much more
amateurishly produced, but nevertheless more exciting for that reason.
I knew these were the privately produced mags. No age limits in
these. I was hard pressed to believe my eyes as page after page,
usually colour, but sometimes in monochrome showed children being
fucked both vaginally and anally. Mothers inserting dildoes up their
daughters cunts, daughters sucking on both their father's and mother's
sex organs. I could tell these were very much family orgies. Some
had several children of different ages, including boys. I looked at
one series of pics showing a ten or eleven year old boy and his
mother. As I turned the pages, they got more and more hard core,
ending with him penetrating her cunt from the rear.
Another mag was very similar to the one that I had looked at
momentarily when invited to choose by Jorgen earlier. It was called
Kindegarten Sex. There were two little girls named Inga and Heidi
aged 7 years old according to the mag. I was staggered to see it was
actually dated very recently. It started off with the two girls in
swimsuits playing outdoors in a small pool but then moved indoors and
the pics became very hard core indeed. There was a sort of tongue in
the cheek written commentary about the pics. There were even
comparison pics of both girls aged 3 years old to show how they had
developed over the years. The mag suggested they were both
experienced porno stars. I believed it, judging by the girls smiles
they were genuinely enjoying all that was happening and nothing seemed
out of the ordinary to them. I noticed in a few shots the TV they
were watching was showing a hard core porno movie of a girl of similar
age to these two. I could tell that this mag was absolutely for very
private strictly controlled circulation only.
The next mag caused me to gasp. It showed a younger Jorgen with a
little girl of around 10. In several shots she was sucking on his
penis. I looked closer and then I recognized Mel. She looked divine
at 10. No wonder Jorgen could not keep his hands off her. She would
have melted the resolve of a saint. Her hair was very long at that
time. Other pics showed them in all the different positions of
enjoying sex together. There was a series of him fucking her
vaginally, starting from the first gentle touch contact through
several pages showing him penetrating her to the final one with a
dripping penis just pulled from her cunt.
I was hard again. Who could blame me with such eroticism all around
me and in particular these fine pics. I looked up to see Elena
looking at me. She smiled and I wondered if there was something more
to follow. I was still very bashful and not too sure of proper
protocols. Should I just reach over and invite her to come into my
arms, or what?
Just then I noticed Irene smiling at me.
"You like her? Those magazines have aroused you, yes? Well, Bjorn
suggests and I agree, you should be allowed to taste little Elena if
you wish and if she wishes it too. Do you want to let him have his
sexy way with you, Darling?" said to her daughter with a broad smile.
"Yes, please Mummy. He's like Munka"
Oh no, here we go again was my last coherent thought as she slid over
to me.
I took her in my arms and gently felt her slight frame. She may be
10, but she was still very much a pre-teen little girl. Her body was
delectable. Sweet and humble were the words I thought best described
all these children. Elena was very much the same. She wanted to
please me. I gently tongue kissed her. Tasting her fresh breath as
our tongues entwined. I slowly lowered her to the soft rug and then
began exploring her little body with my tongue. I started at her
forehead and slowly worked my way all the way to her feet. I took
each in turn into my hands and massaged them before kissing them. I
sucked on her little toes. I had longed to try that with a child, now
I could indulge my whims. Then slowly, ever so slowly I worked my
way back up her legs, past her sex and on to her tummy. I blew a few
raspberries on her navel, which caused her to gasp and giggle. Then
up to her timy nipples. They were beautiful. Her mother had very
pretty breasts and these were just beginning to swell. I sucked on
her nipples. Whereas Mel's little girls had really tiny nipples,
these were just approaching the first stages of puberty. There was a
small and gentle swelling around them. They had a more pronounced
shape. They tasted divine. I took each in turn into my mouth and
played on them. This was causing a small but positive reaction from
Elena. After several minutes of sucking, I then slowly worked my way
back to her little girls cunny. She opened her legs allowing me full
access to her sex. I pushed her legs up and apart and started in
seriously kissing her sex lips. I explored inside and around. Her
clitoris was peeking out from its hood. Her vulva was very moist. As
I continued she started squirming around, obviously in the initial
throes of an orgasm. I then clutched her legs to hold onto her and
sucked gently on her clitty. This sent her into orbit, she screamed
out aloud. This was the first time I had perceived an adult style
response from any of these little girls. It was obvious that at 10,
she was sexually mature.
"She would love you to fuck her now, wouldn't you Elly?" A mother
suggesting I fuck her 10 year old daughter!
The daughter's response was to drag me up her body. She pulled her
legs up to her shoulders in an open invitation for me to choose either
hole to fuck. As much as I now enjoyed anal fucking, I most wanted to
fuck a little girl vaginally. The thought of this was so intensely
erotic that just imagining it was causing me to almost cum. I tried
to think of other things to take my mind of it. I thought of village
cricket, fishing, my first aircraft journey, anything to ease the
sensation. Gradually I regained control of myself. I positioned my
cock at her vaginal entrance. She was obviously ready for me, randy
for me more like, I thought to myself. My cock slipped inside
without too much pressure needing to be applied. I could feel a warm
tight sheath enveloping my penis. I was in Paradise. Nothing in my
life could have prepared me for this. My cock up inside a 10 year
old. Me, 61 years old and fucking a pre-teen. I again had to
momentarily think of boring things to control my incipient orgasm. I
paused, then pushed further up inside her vagina. I could feel
something at the top preventing me going into her any further. I
presumed it must be her cervix. Possibly one day she would bear a
baby from there and I was willing to bet that her father would fuck it
if it was a girl and her mother would if it was a boy. Meanwhile, I
was now gently fucking her. I could not go too fast, the sensation
was giving me waves of orgasmic pleasure, but I kept pausing to
control myself. Gradually, the sensation of fucking her reminded me
how much I had learnt about little girls over the last couple of
weeks. I put all my newly learnt experience to best use to try and
keep her aroused. I now started a rhythmical fucking action. Gently
keeping up a steady pace, no interruptions to prevent her climbing up
the ladder of orgasmic sensation. I was right, she started to push
back at me. Then more forcefully her little body heaved back at mine.
Then she started to shudder, almost immediately this was followed by a
screaming wail. I felt my semen squirting up over this little girl's
cervix as I pressed myself into her. Her legs flopped back down as
she lost control of them and gave herself up to the pleasure of being
fucked senseless by this old man. I just could not believe this
response from a little pre-teen. She was orgasming like a grown
woman. In fact, more than any woman I had ever fucked. Many had had
orgasms I am pleased to say, but none of this magnitude. If we used
the Richter scale, the best I had previously managed with grown women
was around 5 or maybe 6, but this was a 9.
At last she collapsed with exhaustion under me. I slowed to a stop
and just lay inside her. She lay there under me with her eyes closed
and a relaxed smile on her face.
"Boy, that was something else. I am almost jealous" said a grinning
Bjorn.
"I agree. Welcome to the team. Wonderful. She'll be your slave for
life after that"
This was Jorgen. He liked slaves, it seemed.
"That was beautiful. You were very kind and loving to her. That is
the sort of sexual experience that will help her in later years."
Irene, her mother complimenting me on fucking her daughter. I was in
clover.
"A very positive experience, using modern terminology. Well, sorry to
be a bore, but time is getting on. Bjorn, you have to be on your
way." This was Jorgen reminding us that Bjorn and his family would
shortly be leaving us. They explained that Bjorn had an important
business meeting in the morning, otherwise they would have stayed
over.
We struggled up and I found myself helping the little Elena get
dressed. She was still not fully recovered from her experience. I
loved helping her into her panties, followed by her little tank top
and shorts. Next her white socks. Oh, yes, white socks. So much a
little girl's thing. I enjoyed pulling them over her delicate feet.
Taking my time, it was an erotic experience for me at least. Then
lastly, her sneakers. I gently lifted her up and gave her one last
kiss on the lips. She clung to me tightly before parting to leave
with her parents.
We all said our goodbyes with kisses all round. We stood outside
waving them off, wearing various odd garmanets. I noticed Bjorn
drove a dark green BMW. Then with tyres scrunching on gravel and
flashing of headlights, they left.
"What did you think of them?" Mel asked as soon as we were back
indoors. "Oh, I know you loved little Elena, but what of the others?"
"They are all charming. I think you have a wonderful family. Not
just the children, but both Bjorn and Irene are really lovely people.
I am tempted to say, you trained them well, Jorgen, but I am
frightened you will misunderstand me."
"No, I understand what you mean. In a way you are right. It is down
to training. But love is the real training aid. Without love and
tolerance, only lust is left. Lust is temporary, love is for ever."
Replied Jorgen.
"I couldn't agree more. Love is a truly wonderful thing" Mel added.
"Right, what shall we do now?" asked Jorgen.
"Why not show Tim some of our family photos?" suggested Mel.
I smiled ready acceptance at this. My thoughts were that it would be
a happy record of the children growing up, visits to the beach, parks,
etc.
Jorgen disappeared for a few minutes then returned with a still
projector and a screen.
"When we took these, cine cameras were still in their infancy. So we
took slides. Remember them?"
I smiled. Yes, I remembered them. Perhaps they were still popular.
I was fairly sure that most families nowadays bought cine cameras.
The latest would even connect into the tv I believed, although I had
no personal experience of this. I was not into photography. I had
thought of buying a camera with a massive telephoto lens, just to snap
kiddies at the seaside, preferably whilst undressing. But I had
chickened out when I realized it was just too risky in England.
Anyway, we never had enough hot weather to justify it. Maybe 10 hot
days all Summer, if we were lucky.
Jorgen set up the screen and projector. When all was ready, we sat
back. Little Saskia came across and sat on my lap. Her sister could
not decide whether to come to me or sit on her grand-father.
Eventually she climbed up onto his lap. I was struck at how fond they
were of me, to even consider me as an option in the presence of their
grand-dad.
We were all still undressed, so I could part little Saskias legs and
gently feel her quim. As always she cooperated and helped me by
opening her legs wider.
The first slide came up, initially out of focus. Jorgen corrected
this and we could see it was of a much younger Mel. This time she
looked about 4 or 5. I had to do a double take because she looked so
much like her children. But the give away was her long hair and
another female standing besides her, her mother, Jorgen's half-sister
I guessed. More slides showing similar scenes. It was about the
fourth or fifth slide in when they became completely different. These
were nothing like the usual family album snaps. The first of these
showed a totally nude Mel. Standing in the sun and smiling happily
at the camera. Next one showed her and her mother kissing. This was
indoors with Mel half lying on top of her mother who was lounging in a
chair. Both nude, but the telling sign that this was no ordinary nude
shot was the hand of her mother touching Mel's little girl cunt. Mel
was lying on her back, facilitating her mother's feeling of her sex.
More shots followed of a similar vein. This went on for several more
slides, all of Mel either on her own or with her mother. They were
all very suggestive. Probably considered hard core child pornography
in England. Over here, in Norway I had no idea. They were certainly
more tolerant towards child sexuality, possibly over here they might
be just legal. I did not know.
Jorgen then changed the carousel and the lights dimmed again.
This second set were without any doubt illegal in any country. These
showed Jorgen in the act of anally fucking his 5 year old daughter.
Sometimes with her mother in shot sometimes alone. Others included
her mother using a dildo in her anus or just inside her kiddy cunt.
More shots showed mother and daughter in various intimacies, of
kissing each others sex, or playing with each other. No doubt that
Jorgen's half sister, Mel's mother, was well into kiddy sex herself.
Then others showed Jorgen being fellated by his little daughter.
Some whilst her mother was feeling her cunt. I was once again
feeling my penis tumescing. I glanced across at Jorgen and saw that
he was reliving his on screen experiences, as Mel was kneeling on the
floor in front of him, giving him head. As she was doing this, he
was quietly feeling his grand-daughter. Little Lydia was lying on
her back with his cock between her legs being sucked by her mother and
Jorgen feeling her young cunt. Sometimes his hand would caress his
daughter's hair and head. Amazing family. His free hand operated the
controls of the projector.
I was meanwhile enjoying just gently caressing his other
grand-daughter. Saskia was lying splayed out on my front in a similar
position to her sister, allowing me full access to her little vulva.
I could feel my cock getting hard again. This was incredible. I had
never enjoyed such stimulation.
Eventually we called it a night. I was dog tired, but nevertheless
accepted Mel's suggestion that I sleep with one of the children,
Saskia, whilst she and Lydia sleep with Munka. I have to confess
that I was so exhausted, I could only give little Saskia a few very
gentle French kisses before cuddling up with her and falling fast
asleep.
I ought to make clear that my stay at Mel's house was not all sex and
more sex. True, we did enjoy a sexual escapade most evenings and
nights. But during the days and occasionally some evenings, we just
relaxed and enjoyed each others company. I can remember on one of
the days we visited the nearby town for a days shopping. I was
struck by how clean and orderly everything was. The buildings looked
so clean and well cared for. Refreshing was the best word to
describe it. We walked around like any normal family. It was a
sunny day and the children were dressed accordingly. I loved this
family togetherness. I had never married. After my parents died, my
only relative was my older sister. She was married to a boring civil
servant and lived in Sittingbourne, Kent. We visited each other, but
only for major events. I was musing how I was going to break the
news of my new relationship. I had kept my private craving to
myself. I was reasonably sure that Joanna had no idea. She thought
my solitary life was either due to never having met the right woman or
by choice. She laughingly called me a professional bachelor. Her
children, two boys, were now themselves married, one with children.
To watch these two little ones, laughing together and acting just as
little girls would was so relaxing to me. I enjoyed the total
naturalness of it all. I was determined to make up for my missing
family years. I wanted to show them off to everybody. I wondered
what my fellow director's would think. None could guess at my real
motives. I suspect the closest anybody might get was believing that
Mel had married me for my money. I had no idea what their thoughts
may be when they realized Mel had not married me for money. I was
looking forward to proudly show off the children.
The days passed and I had to return home. Mel and I decided we would
marry in the Winter. At my age, long delays were not advisable. We
had several weeks to sort out the formalities. I so much wanted to
adopt the girls. I felt a total and over powering love for them all,
but especially for Lydia and Saskia.
After my return, there was initial shock and surprise when I told
everyone I had met a wonderful woman whilst in France. No emphasis on
the children and certainly no mention of our stay at the nudist camp.
Of course, I had brought photos to show everyone and I could see some
raised eyebrows at seeing how young and exceptionally pretty Mel was.
The weeks dragged by. I phoned everyday, sometimes twice. I was in
truth scared that Mel may have a change of heart or something else may
happen to change her mind. Several letters arrived which I had to
attend to regarding the marriage. But eventually the week arrived for
me to fly back to Oslo. Jorgen met me at the airport with Mel and the
children. My heart was flying. Up until the moment of sighting them
I was afraid I was going to be dealt a bad hand. To find that they
were not going to be there. That it was all a joke at my expense.
All those worrying thoughts that had kept racing across my mind on the
aircraft, vanished. Big smiles and even bigger kisses to all the
girls and a very affectionate, brotherly hug from Jorgen. My stiff
upper lip Britishness left me feeling flustered at all this affection.
I had proffered my hand in expectation of the usual formal hand shake,
when instead of which, Jorgen had clasped me to him in a great show of
warmth. I felt tears in my eyes, I had never experienced any such
affection from my sister or her husband. I felt regret that my
Britishness had always come between my earlier friendships and it
needed the total love and warmth of this family to show me how much I
had missed over the years.
We all chattered together, catching up with the news, despite Mel and
myself having already discussed just about everything each evening on
the phone. Face to face, there were endless things to say. There
had been the usual last minute hitches. Some flowers were not
available or something. She still could not decide which shoes to
wear and other world shatteringly important issues. I was
deliriously happy and kept grinning foolishly at everyone and at
everything she said.
The Wedding Day arrived and passed. Naturally the children were our
bridesmaids. It was a registry office wedding to save the Church any
embarassment over the children. I was surprised at the number of
guests. Many were business colleagues of Jorgen and Bjorn, but many
others were more distant family members.
It was decided we would honeymoon in a small family run hotel up
North. There is an excellent internal airline service across Norway
and so we flew to the nearest airport where a previously booked car
took us to our hotel. It was now December. We had decided on
December so that I could stay over Christmas with them. Naturally it
became dark at around 2 PM in the afternoon. The hotel was hosting a
festive Father Christmas, so this ensured the children would have a
share of this holiday. Yes, we were taking the children on honeymoon
with us. We had no excuse for bringing them, we could easily have
left them at home with their grand-father. But Mel knew my love was
really more child orientated than was normal in a new marriage. She
tolerated this cheerfully. In fact, I knew she intended to enjoy them
just as much as I would.
The hotel was excellent. It was a very family orientated place. Some
of the rooms had been fitted out as very large family bedrooms. This
meant in addition to a king sized bed they also had children's bunk
beds. We had one of these family rooms. But in our case, the
children would be sleeping with us in the king sized bed. I wondered
if the hotel had deliberately chosen such large beds for just that
reason, to accommodate families like us. Because the hotel was
hosting Father Christmas with all the trappings, grotto, sleigh rides,
etc., there were many other families with young children. I loved it.
It also meant there would be plenty of young company for our children
to play with.
Many of the guests were foreigners, so an Englishman on holdiay with
his Norwegian wife and children was nothing unusual. We had chosen a
large family suite. There was no bridal suite as such, because it
was assumed the couples who guested here had passed that stage some
years earlier. In any case we hoped no one would guess we were just
married. After depositing our luggage in the room, Mel told me to
take the children for a walk-about to familiarize myself. Mel and the
children knew the hotel well as they had stayed there before with
their grand-dad. I walked around the public rooms with the children
whilst Mel completed the unpacking. I loved being the family man,
walking around possesively with my children, for that is how I thought
of them now. I had signed all the papers that Jorgen had showed me on
the day of the Wedding to apply to legally adopt the children.
Of course, it was assumed by everyone we met that the children were
mine. I loved this assumption. I basked in the thought that people
imagined I could father such beautiful children. Well in many ways I
was a lot closer to them than many an ordinary father was to his
daughters.
Lydia was now 7 and Saskia would be 6 in February. I was hoping to
have moved over to Norway before then. Negotiations initially under
way to buy a house had faltered. Eventually, Jorgen persuaded me to
come and live with them. Their house was very large. I was given a
very large bedroom, naturally to be shared with Mel and the children.
But it was quietly implied that occasionally either or both Mel and
the children would spend the night with Jorgen. I was delighted to
share them in this way, after all, I was the newcomer. We alternated
weekends with Bjorn and Irene who would came to stay over the Friday
and Saturday one weekend and we would then stay over their house the
following weekend. These alternating weekends made for a wonderful
varied lifestyle. Of course we shared each others children and even
wives. I had my first pleasurable fuck with Irene. I happily watched
Bjorn fuck both Lydia and Saskia. It was on one of these weekends
that I found out just how sexy that little Kristina was. Sleeping
arrangements on these weekends was very informal. Sometimes we
enjoyed a slow pleasurable orgy, on others it became quite frenetic.
On still others, we would retire to our bedrooms and fuck individually
or even not at all. It was on one of these quieter evenings at
Bjorn's, that Mel asked me would I mind if she shared with Bjorn and
her Dad that night. Of couse I had no objection. She said her
children, Lydia and Saskia would also be sharing with them. I thought
I would be sleeping alone. Not a bad idea, I mused, as I could do
with the rest. Then Irene said something along the lines of I
couldn't be allowed to sleep all alone. So she suggested that
Kristina should stay with me whilst Elena would sleet with her.
So fifteen minutes later I was enjoying a bath with Kristina. She was
only 8 but she was wise way beyong her tender years. She loved both
giving and receiving erotic caresses. Lying on top of me, I could
feel her little cunny. She had her legs apart and was lying back on
me and squirming as my fingers felt around the lips of her little
girl's cunt. I had a raging hard on. She of course knew this and
was pushing her little bottom back against me and giggling.
"Shall we fuck properly now?" she asked me. I could not wait. We
quickly rinsed off the soap bubbles and dried ourselves. I needed to
have a piss. As I lifted the lid of the toilet, Kristina rushed over
and put it back down and sat on it in front of me.
"Do it in my mouth" I was dumbfounded. I was not really into kinky
things and I was at first a little hesitant, but the insistent way
that she lifted my cock towards her open mouth was so appealing.
I aimed carefully and was just going to pee into her mouth, then:
"Put it right in, silly"
I placed it into her mouth which immediately clamped around my cock.
It was starting to get rigid again which made it difficult to pee. I
tried to explain this, but she just giggled at me and kept staring
right into my eyes. Her eyes were a beautiful blue. She looked so
trusting with my cock in her mouth. Just then I felt the first
trickle pass down my urethra. She kept her mouth clamped tight, then
the trickle became faster. I could see her throat moving to try and
keep up with the flow, then she gasped and some excess poured out of
her mouth. I started to apologize to her for my ungentlemanly
conduct in not controlling it better.
"Silly. I like it that way. Daddy often does this and Mummy too.
Elena doesn't like it as much as me."
So when she was ready I resumed. More piss poured out of the sides of
her mouth despite her valiant efforts to swallow it all. She was
after all, only 8 years of age. I had no idea a little girl could
enjoy water sports. This was the sort of esoteric sexual diversion
that was indulged in only by very sophisticated adult lovers, or so I
had thought.
"That was good. It tastes hot and salty. Sometimes it makes me sick,
but I don't mind." she said.
After we had cleaned her up, I picked her up and carried her through
into the bedroom. For some reason it had been suggested that I sleep
with her in her bedroom. I was surprised at how large her bed was. I
shouldn't have been. I should have realized that beds were for more
than just one person to sleep in, especially in this house.
She had all the usual little girls soft and cuddly toys. What truly
amazed me was when she brought me a beautifully made inlaid wooden
box. She placed it on the bed between us and carefully opened it. It
contained a beautiful set of dildoes. They varied in size from small
straight ones to double ones for filling both of a woman's holes and
to larger ones. Some were electric vibrators, with a range of
attachments. Some looked as if they had rubbery ribs around them,
others had what looked like shaving brush heads on them with soft
bristles.
"You choose. Any except this one, Big Bertha, we call it" She
pointed to a large 20 cm long dildo. "I'm not ready for that one yet.
Elena has an identical box for herself. Daddy brought them back after
a business trip. Do you like it?"
"They are very expensive. They look as if they are made from ivory.
Beautiful workmanship. How about this one?" I pointed to the
shaving brush head. She giggled.
"Yes, that's nice. Do you know how to use it?" Before I could
answer, she added:
"Let me show you how"
She plugged the lead from it into a battery box and switched it on.
Then she opened her legs and gently moved it up and down her cunny.
"You do it like this. ok?"
I took it off her and continued the same treatment. Then I turned
her onto her tummy and lifted her up so that her little rump was
pointing in the air. Grief I thought, what a superb bum. It was
truly perfect. I had a perfect view of her cunt between her splayed
open legs. My shaving brush was then used to play with her vulva
from behind. She was obviously a very sensual child because she very
quickly responded with moans and groans. I remembered that back in
England such a child would be considered traumatized. The usual way
of describing a child exposed to sex in this way was to say she was
sexualized. Of course it was always said in the context of a negative
expression. It would have been unthinkable to imply that the child
could truly enjoy it. Any such admission was very quickly worked on
to try and convince the child that she really was only responding with
her body, but really it was an awful experience for her. Well this
little girl was proving that she was enjoying it very much. If this
was what was meant by being sexualized, then perhaps more little girls
should receive the same treatment. Maybe they would then grow up to
be as well balanced sexually as their mother.
"You can fuck me now, I'm ready" said my little 8 year old
courtesan.
I switched off the little vibrator and greased my penis from the ever
ready tub of cream. I worked myself up behind her little frame. I
could see her little anal entrance. Like the other little girls it
looked slightly distended. Not surprising since she had been
sodomized probably dozens of times by her father and uncle. I
wondered if she had as much experience as Lydia. Lydia had been
fucked in her bottom since she was four. I was not sure how long
Kristina had been fucked in this way.
My cock was now pressing insistently at her bottom hole. For a wild
moment I thought of attempting to take her cherry, but thought better
of it. I knew Bjorn was gently working on it with the dildoes and
would take good care of it in due course. Even his good nature might
be over stretched were I to take the virginity of his youngest
daughter. It would at the least be considered bad manners. So I
concentrated on her bum hole. It was slowly bulging out to cover the
head of my cock. I was holding on to her hips to steady her. I
gave a little more pressure and then I felt the head slip inside. Oh
the joy. I could feel the usual tight rubbery ring gripping my cock
just behind the head. I paused to give her time to adjust. After a
few seconds, I pushed forward and my penis slipped further inside her
rectum. Oh, this was so good. I felt the rubbery ring sliding up
the shaft of my penis as I slowly advanced. I looked down at her
superbly shaped bottom. My penis was about halfway inside. I held
her small frame by her hips. Another pause, then a few more
centimetres inside. I slowly started fucking her. My hands slipped
from her hips to underneath her body to feel her cunny. I could feel
her little vulva lips so velvet smooth part as my fingers traced up
and down her crack. As I reached further back I could feel my penis
shaft half way embedded into this lovely childs body.
"Is it alright, Sweetheart?" I asked.
"Mmm.." Was all I heard. I hoped this meant yes.
After several more pauses and gentle back and forth fucking motions, I
had penetrated deep into her bowels. I could feel her bottom cheeks
pressed tightly up against my loins. My balls were hanging down and
touching her cunt. I was playing with them and pressing them up
against her cunny lips.
For a few seconds, I felt the boiling action that preceded my shooting
my load. I immediately started thinking of other things to cool down
a bit.
After a few seconds pausing, I slowly withdrew all but the head and
pushed very slowly all the way back inside, I did this many times.
Slowly and very deliberately fucking her bottom with the whole length
of my shaft. No response so far. I was wondering if she could
orgasm that way. I knew that Lydia could certainly have a little
orgasm and even Saskia could enjoy it once she had become acclimatized
to the invading member.
More gentle fucking motions. Pull almost all the way out, pause
momentarily then push slowly all the way back inside. Then she
pushed back, almost shyly as I was penetrating back inside. More
fucking action and she moaned and pushed back more obviously at my
penis. I was gently caressing her all over. I loved the feel of her
soft hair, her lovely shoulders, her little arms and chest. My hands
wandered down over her tummy, feeling her little navel then her cunny
lips. She was now responding much more positively. Her thrusts
back were meeting my inwards motion causing me to slip in much more
quickly than I had intended. Obviously whatever pain she was feeling
had been sublimated by the eroticism she was enjoying from the
embrace. Our to and fro action continued. I could tell she was now
approaching her little orgasm. Suddenly she pushed back sharply just
as I was pushing inwards and my penis jammed tightly inside. I could
feel the donut ring of her sphincter grasping me tightly at the base
of my cock. This was too much for me and I spurted deeply up into her
bowels. I was pulling her as tightly onto my cock as I could.
Suddenly she screamed out and went rigid. I was very frightened
momentarily, worrying what the others might think I was doing to her.
I kept on pumping my fluids into her body. She continued to remain
rigid and then went limp and collapsed onto the bed. Lying there so
vulnerable, I felt a touch of shame at what I had just done to her.
I lovingly put my arms around her and kissed her gently on the
forehead. What a fantastic fuck. She later told me her foster
father had tried to fuck her vaginally and had hurt her. But she had
enjoyed the first bit when he had licked her there. She had told
Irene about this on one of their first meetings because she felt so
comfortable with her. Irene was the mother she had always longed
for. When she found out that Bjorn was doing the same thing to his
eldest daughter and wanted to do the same with her, she decided she
was going to enjoy all of it. She felt so loved in this family, she
wanted to do all that they did. She and Elena had got along from the
start. Elena had always wanted a little sister and now she had her
wish.
That was a few nights back. Now my thoughts of reverie returned to
the present. I was still wandering the hotel with my two girls. We
decided it was time to return to our room.
It was later. We had had our evening meal a little earlier to ensure
a relatively early night for the children. I was sitting with both
girls on my knees with a possessive arm around each. I loved the
smell of their hair. Little girls have such an exciting aroma.
Nothing else in the world comes close. I was in Heaven just holding
them. I knew they loved these cuddles. I am a bit of a softie,
although I enjoy child sex, I am also just as happy to give them
caresses and cuddles. Not necessarily sexy caresses, but loving ones.
I was doing so now and the girls were responding to it by lying back
with their arms around my neck.
I was reflecting back over the past five months. So much had happened
so quickly. The girls now thought of me as their Dad. I felt the
rapport when they greeted me at the airport, or wherever. Just
watching them walking in front of me gave me a feeling of wonder and
pride in them. Mel knew I would lay down my life for them. Her
happy acceptance of my sexual involvement with her daughters was both
amazing and stimulating for us both. On many occasions after the
girls had got me sexually aroused, I would then fuck their Mum. They
would happily accept this and even help out by touching and playing
with us as we fucked.
Of course we had regular sex with the girls. I say we, because Mel
would just as easily join in as I was fucking one or the other.
I loved everything about them. Not just the sex, but just being a
Daddy to them. I loved undressing them. Once they knew this, they
would stand and wait for me to help them. Mel knew it was just my
wanting to be their Daddy. I also bathed them, washed and dried their
lovely hair, combing it for hours. There was nothing that an
ordinary Dad would do that I didn't do also. I had yearned for a
family and this was it. My most cherished desires and dreams had come
true. I had a family.
Life was wonderful.
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Author's note: The mention of communicating via IRC is fraught with
risk. Unless you know how to disguise your server or IP address, do
not indulge in anything remotely illegal. Jorgen, I found out later
knew how to do this. You have been warned.
A strong hint: Use encryption. If you do not know anything about
anonymity and encryption, find out. Read the many FAQ's on the
subject.
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If you enjoyed this story, look out for the other two stories by
The Wag:
Philippa - My Story
Time, Future Perfect