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 FOREWORD
   In these dairy entries, a 43-year-old man called Mark chronicles his
one-year experimental marriage to a blonde and pretty 8-year-old girl,
called Amy (now 9) in a pedo-friendy island society.  The aim is to see how
things pan out: how she copes and develops, and the particular
satisfactions or challenges for Mark.  Ethical reflection is included, as
are graphic and honest details of activities associated with any marriage.
   This is a work of fiction.
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   PEDO ISLAND DIARY Saturday 21st April 2012.
   `An Easy Night for Amy'.
   Almost 2 months into the marriage now, and a strange thing is happening:
I'm becoming a little less interested and less regular in sexual things
with Amy, and more content just to know her and be with her.  I guess this
is normal in any relationship when the initial joy and novelty dies away
slightly.  That said, I'm still pretty damn `interested' in it, but there
are distinct signs of the balance shifting.  The limitations of a sex life
with a child are quite obvious but also, to a childlover, these limitations
are part of its very special and cute flavour.  It's rather like partaking
of an especially sugary cake or sweetie; addictive, nice, but too much of
it in a short space of time, and your taste buds kind of need a break. 
Quick recap on what I've done with her so far: handjobs frequent, mouth
love-kissing (with tongues), oral given and received (with cums in her
mouth or on her face), and of course vaginal penetrations (max depth about
3 inches).  No anal yet - I dunno if this is out of shame, or just that it
doesn't feel compatible with the love I have for her - but I have kissed
her arse quite a bit, licked it (in the crack), and fingered it several
times.  Also `friction-fucking' it, meaning grinding and bumping my adult
erection on it.  That's a big favourite, actually, which we call `horsey'
and I thought was a great idea of mine, but I've since found out from
knowlegible acquaintances (thanks Mac!) that this is one of the commonest
ways for adults to have `sex' with children down the centuries.
   I must remind you of Amy's looks and persona, as I do love to show her
off, just like I do often on evenings out in the pedo-friendly island
restaurants.  She's a typical height (4 ft 7') and averagely thin for her
age, and is a fair-skinned girl of English origin.  She has fine
centre-parted blonde hair, just past shoulder length, often with an `Alice
band' over her head.  She is blue-eyed with a smiley and gentle sort of
aura with a few nose and cheek freckles.  She has all her final teeth and
thinnish, naturally rosy lips.  Her bottom is small, and perhaps even more
lacking in female curve and perkiness than most preteens, but it is no less
arousing to me for it.  Think `very pretty' like a princess, but not `child
supermodel', and you have her.  I stress all this detail because she is not
just ANY little girl to me - though I do like most of them in varying
balances of lust/love - but she is one I deem in that elite category of
special affection.  We all have them, I think, unless we are the most
unsophisticated and base type of pedophile.  When I'm horny for her, the
pull is threefold: the basic fixation/craving for the flat chest and
hairless little snatch, but with the more specific yearning for HER - her
individuality of face and personality.
   "Nothing uncomfortable tonight," I said to her, in our cosy little
cottage living room.
   "Oh, good," she replied.  No rebelliousness or edge in that whatoever,
just sweetness.  Every `favour', or every time I seem be putting her
interests first, makes her bond with me another notch.  A child like Amy
does not `hate' or `resent' very easily, especially with the overall ethos
and cultural conditioning the island provides.
   "You lay over the sofa arm again, and I'll just do kissing and licking,"
I explained, chirpily.  That is where we were sat already, and I looked at
her with a smile half way between childish and that which an adult married
couple might share at such a moment.
   "On my front or my back?"
   "Back, darling."
   She had a little smile of bashful anticipation.  "Will you make it
tickle and blow on it?"
   "As always," I said.
   "Are you going to try and give me the orgasm?"
   Simply hearing this coming from her 9-year-old mouth was scintillating.
Sex was just another `subject', to all intents and purposes, like maths -
and Amy had learnt a lot already.  Her `orgasms' were hardly the bucking
and screaming-down-the-rafters type, but they did distinctly happen if I
gave due care, and she now recognized it as an entity and had the name for
it.  Needless to say, she knew by now that the word applied to what
happened to me, too.
   "What about yours?" she asked.
   "What about it?" I tickled her chin, as she stood up to take her clothes
off.
   "I mean will you do one, and how will you do it?"
   "Yes, but not sure how yet."
   "Okay." She slid her knickers down - always such a simple, princessly
kind of motion.
   "We won't do any penetration tonight, sweetie." My eyes flashed over
that miniature, puffy slit that now knew very well what is was to have an
adult shaft and semen in it.
   Amy smiled gently at the news, and I have to admit it gave me a nice
little buzz of satisfaction.  Maybe I'm no saint, but I do think I'm a
caring and loving husband.  She was now naked, standing and waiting for me
to be ready.  I stood by her, a head and shoulder above her, stripping down
without any airs or graces.  Sometimes we do make a sensual thing of the
strip, but not tonight.
   "It's already very big," she observed.  It was pretty much maximum;
stiff, thick and proud.
   "Yes, well you know why that is." I smiled gently and kissed her
forehead.
   "I know."
   "I love you and you're so pretty." I lifted her headband off, and
fluffed out her golden strands around her ears and shoulders.  She
chuckled. My cock twitched close to her belly.  "Let's get in position."
   Amy sat her little bum on the arm of the sofa and eased herself down
across it.  It looked a little ungainly but a little girl finds it
perfectly comfortable to be flexed like this at the waist.  I knelt by her
head at first, to preface the main event by some love-kissing.  Doing this
sideways across was fun, licking first her soft cheek before delicately
putting my man-mouth to her child lips.  I adjusted and puckered to find
the perfect lateral seal.  I alternated between sustained sucks of her
exquisite mouth, and coming up and down for affectionate pecks of it.  She
giggled.  She is slowly absorbing this type of thing as `love', not so much
overawed by it as something weird and inimidating anymore.  There is always
on air of the clinical to it, though, and it looks rather like
mouth-to-mouth rescucitation practise going on.  Except that would not fool
anyone, since we are both naked, I am sporting a hard-on, and Amy is
rubbing her clit as per my teaching.
   I increased the intensity of it for a few minutes, placing one of my
hands under her chin and the other on top of her head, and digging my
tongue down into her mouth.  Then I moved along to kiss and slup at her
smooth, bony chest.  I lapped and dabbed my coiled tongue deftly at her
tiny nipples and she gigged at this as usual, not because it turns her on
as such, but she simply finds it `funny'.  Occasionally I give her a quick
little grope or poke at her crotch - touching her anus even - to playfully
`punish' her laughter.
   I proceeded to the main event, the thing that had been my urge for the
last few hours.  Kneeling between her legs off the edge of the sofa, I
settled my adult mouth into her child crotch.  I `approached', as usual, by
kissing her inner thighs: slowly at first then a little more feverishly,
building up her anticipation and making her chuckle.  I made purring noises
to reinforce my sillyness for her, but also to make it clear to her I loved
this part of her body and that putting a mouth to it is not a dirty thing
in the slightest.  This I duly did, first with my puckered lips sucking in
her camel toe, savouring its slitted and smooth texture.  I `munched'
gently but insistently on it for quite a while, just like French-kissing
her mouth really.  The main difference was my tongue-tip darted and probed
at it rather then delving the whole thing in, although I attempted this. 
Basically, I did what I could to get as much taste from her kiddy vagina as
possible.  Dragging the flat of my tongue across it revealed a mild
saltiness, but when my tip penetrated her labia there was a small tang of
piss.
   I remembered my promises to her, and breathed on it slowly and
purposefully.  "Oooo, hehe!" she cackled.
   After some repetitions of that, stoking her giddyness as much as
possible, it was time to attack her preteen clit - in a nice sense.  The
symptoms of Amy's child-orgasm are delightful but quite subtle, sometimes
hard to differentiate from general kiddy amusement.  First she has this way
of raising her hands up by her shoulders, looking kind of like a puppy
having its belly tickled as she lays there prone.  Her breathing is a dead
giveaway, her belly starting to rise and fall more regularly and faster. 
She actually becomes quieter: less laughing but emitting soft little gasps,
and wearing a kind of dreamy but `thinking' face.  Sometimes she looks out
sideways across the room, or closes her eyes at the ceiling.  I did it well
tonight, and also got the twitches from her open legs and the odd little
jolt from her pelvis accompanied by a cute, soft moan.  That's the loudest
she gets, but I'm thinking of training her to `act' it a bit more just for
effect, maybe by showing her porn videos.  I'm reluctant to tarnish the
romantic side of our relationship, though.
   Cunnilingus on my child-wife tonight lasted all of half an hour.  By
then, I simply had to cum.  "Okay, Amy, go onto your front now, will you?"
   She moved with fluid obedience, taking up the reverse position, her soft
little arse now being the thing poking up at me on the sofa arm.  "What are
you going to do?"
   "It's okay, I'm still not going to put it in anything."
   Without further ado, I settled over her, letting most of my weight rest
on her behind.  I placed my hand like a claw over the side of her head as
it rested cheek down in the sofa, and with my other hand groped her side. I
grinded my underside shaft and balls snuggly on her small, pale butt-crack,
my stiffness exacerbated by the closeness to actual anal penetration of
her. Before I could allow myself to be tempted by this, I worked myself to
a brief frenzy of trembling and grinding, and I grunted my way to my
climax.
   "Ueghhhhhhh!  Yesss!" I groaned, in happy tones, as I watched my gloop
string out and splatter over Amy's back.  I pressed hard into her for the
last few moments of tingling, dripping evacuation of my balls, my course
adult frame hunching over her.  "Fuck, Amy, yesss."
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