The main character is John.
John is a 29 year old man. Molly is John's 9 years old daughter.
Joyce is a 30 year old woman. Billy is Joyce's 13 year old son.
Jim is a 23 year old man. Marie is Jim's 22 year old wife.
Dawn is a 28 year old woman. Grace is Dawn's 10 year old daughter.
James is a 35 year old man. Mike is James' 16 year old son.
Gregory is a 52 year old man. Hazel is Gregory's 49 year old wife.
The Coach Trip, US Version
My name is Jonathan Holden. I'm a divorced father. Molly, my daughter, and I had a magical day at Disneyland World, with hundreds of memories to cherish and sharing the two evenings together in the pirate themed hotel was amazing. Not only did it allow me to get back to knowing Molly as we had not had much lengthy time together since the divorce, but it also made me realize how quickly she was growing up. Now nine-years-old she was much more aware of her female body and took to commandeering the bathroom or bedroom to herself in order to get ready. Gone were the days of me dressing her for the day or getting her ready for bed, she saw herself as a young growing woman now and didn't want to show her wares around Daddy.
Molly was a strawberry blonde haired, freckle faced darling, with her long thick hair flowing down her back, if she hadn't bothered put it up in a pony tail or a bun. When meeting Molly for the first time people would comment that the most striking feature of hers were her blue/grey eyes that seemed to twinkle when she looked at you, which I also found utterly captivating. She was tall for her age and slim. Owing to her passion for school sports; hockey, swimming and running Molly was very fit and agile and despite not having any great womanly shape as in breasts or ass, she was very trim and supple and it was on the one occasion when she did happen to wander about the hotel room scantily clad that I first noticed how she was developing a lovely pair of long shapely legs. She must have forgotten herself for a few minutes whilst she stood talking to me about a particular character she had seen in the park as she stood in her dull pink panties and matching training bra.
I had never lusted over my daughter, not at any age and I wasn't paying much attention to her semi-nakedness in front of me; child bodies or child sex just did not float my boat, but what did catch my eye were her lovely legs and it was only when I innocently pointed out to her that she had better legs than her mother she realized her impropriety and rushed off, calling me a bad father for letting her stand there in just her panties and bra. She did use the term bra but she was actually wearing a training bra and even though I had noticed two bee sting size lumps under the vest there was nothing there that would require a bra; however I didn't correct her on this matter.
Having had breakfast we took our luggage down to the hotel lobby and joined the groups awaiting the coach to return home. There were a few families, some young adults and, surprisingly I thought, a good number of older folk, maybe late fifties, early sixties on the coach. The reason I was surprised was because I found it strange that such older people would find interest in Disney theme parks, but where they became worth their weight in gold was in the supply of snacks and sweets on the journey down and one particular couple, Jim and Marie, who were sat adjacent to me and Molly on the coach provided great company for us. Both treated Molly like a granddaughter, enquiring about her schooling and friends and even allowing her to use their iPad to play games on, which was a god send as the games on my phone she had got bored of after five minutes.
We set out just before 10am, with an expectation we would get to destination at around 8pm. Our seats were two from the back row, positioned on the left side of the coach. Unfortunately the view from our window was partially restricted as we only had a third of a window to look out of before a metal partition blocked our view. However the view from the window of Jim's seat was clear and unobstructed, so, as had been the situation when we travelled down, Molly would jump between different seats either to talk to me or to use Jim or Marie's iPad or to look out of Jim's window. For most of the time she would be sat by Jim and Marie would be sat next to me.
Marie was a very nice, sweet lady. In her early sixties, short grey/silver hair and a plump, cuddly physique. We chatted for quite some time about her role in the RAF and how she met Jim and how they didn't have any children and so on, this helped pass the time and before I knew it we were at Calais harbor awaiting the ferry to cross back to England. As is the case whenever I happen to travel anywhere, there were delays and our scheduled 2.15 ferry was cancelled meaning we didn't actually leave France till almost 4pm.
The journey across the English Channel takes less than an hour and when Jim and Marie offered to take Molly around the ferry I took the chance to partake in a few beers in the bar.
We all met up back on the coach with Molly seeming to be full of energy and looking absolutely delightful. She told me that Jim had bought her an amazing milkshake called a Knickerbockerglory, which had ice cream and chocolate and loads of other yummy stuff in it and that he was going to teach her how to play Farmville better as he plays it all the time. This being an online game she was always on about but I had never taken part in. I was delighted as that meant I would be allowed to try and pinch some sleep as Molly would be occupied by Jim. We were all happy at this situation.
Having left the docks at Dover we set off north at around 5.30pm. The journey to Doncaster should be about five hours due to a few drop off points along the way and a scheduled refreshment break somewhere in the Midlands. Barring any more delays we should be tucked up at home in Doncaster before midnight.
The seating arrangements were as before, me by the window and Marie sat with me, and Molly in Jim's window seat with Jim next to her. We seemed to have lost some people at Dover as there were a number of now vacant seats around us, with nobody behind me and only one couple sat behind Jim and two old ladies on the back seat.
After a short while travelling I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up with a start for an unknown reason. I think I was only out for about a half hour or so and upon coming round I noticed that Marie had moved off to sit with another woman further down the coach. I glanced over to Molly and could see she was happily playing on the iPad, with Jim talking her through something on the screen. She was giggling and sniggering at whatever Jim was saying to her; they fitted the proverbial happy grandfather/granddaughter pose.
It was at this moment I saw an image that froze my blood and took my breath away.
As Jim was leaning over towards Molly, using his right hand to point things out on the iPad screen, his left hand was out of my view because it was up Molly's dress. I had to check my vision three times; adjusting my position in the seat to be sure I was seeing correctly. I was not mistaken. Molly was wearing a light pale blue cotton dress that should come to just below knee-length, but I could see it had risen up her legs some inches, now resting above her knees; and disappearing under the dress was Jim's left hand to past the wrist sleeve of the dark blue shirt he was wearing. I could see movement under the folds of the dress near to her private regions but I couldn't see exactly what was being done with his hand.
I felt nauseous and instantly hot. The adrenaline began to rush around my body in preparation for potential confrontation and I sized up Jim to see if I could take him and where I should hit him.
Jim was in his early sixties also, but he looked younger with his thick black hair only showing specks of grey. He was taller than me by about three inches and despite his years he was still quite broad across the shoulder, but my feelings were so strong now I wasn't troubled by his size. However I was not a fighter and had not raised a fist in anger since my early school days. I was now 31. In fact it was due to my lack of positive action in most events in my life that was cited as one of the reasons why Annabel divorced me. Well that and the regular fucking she was getting from our then neighbor and now her new betrothed, Steve.
I ran through events in my head of how I would approach Jim, should I just shout it out for all to hear for him to get his hand from being up my daughters dress? Should I just grab him by the throat and pull him away from her. But before I could finish my contemplations Molly gave a giggle that ended with a pleasurable mewl. I glanced at her and she was still facing the iPad screen but her eye lids were closed and her small mouth was partially open. She was enjoying whatever Jim was doing to her. I glanced again at her legs and her dress had risen some more, exposing some of her soft inner thigh. I could see some of Jim's arm as it disappeared up the dress and it was moving very slightly backwards and forwards. I swallowed hard as I realized he was touching her private regions, her knickers, even her pussy. I balked as I visualized that he was probably trying to put a finger into the virginal, untouched vagina of my nine-year-old daughter. I had to do something. I was my daughters" protector and she was being molested by a stranger. Yes she seemed to be enjoying it but she is only nine and she cannot be fully aware of the situation. I was about to make my move when Marie plonked herself back in the aisle seat next to me. I sat bolt upright and looked directly at her.
My mind raced. Was she aware of what her husband was doing? Should I tell her first before I confront Jim, but she is so sweet, how can I break such news to her?
'He won't hurt her Jonathan" she spoke quietly, whilst looking down at her iPad.
After some seconds to comprehend what she had just said I sat gobsmacked. Marie knew of this. She knew of her husband's perversions. She glanced at me and could see the look of shock and anger on my face before looking back down at the iPad.
'If Molly tells him to stop, he will stop. He never touches anywhere without asking first" she continued.
My mind was racing still. Why does she allow this? What does she get out of this? What about my daughter's feelings and her innocence being violated.
'She is NINE YEARS OLD. She has no grasp of what is going on. It's easy to trick a child into doing something that's not right, if your?.', before I could continue there was another giggle and then a gasp of breath in ecstasy from Molly. I looked across, as did Marie. Molly had now lifted both of her feet onto the seat. Her dress had now dropped down over her mid region and both of her firm, shapely legs were on show and they were parted open, not too widely but enough to allow unrestricted access to her most delicate places and there was no doubt now that Jim was rubbing her pussy. Although I could not see what he was doing to her due to the gathering of the dress plus his arm being in the way, it was blindingly obvious his hands were touching her cunny. I was stunned.
Why was Molly letting him do such things to her? How was he getting her to allow this to happen? She is a nine-year-old innocent school girl who would never have had such violations carried out against her before. My mind was a mess.
I needed to stop this now. But when I looked at her she was looking up at Jim with a dreamy look on her face and the tip of her tongue just sticking out of her lips. She was in blissful heaven at whatever he was doing. How do I stop this now without upsetting her? Will she turn on me for stopping such pleasurable feelings from continuing? It was clear she was not in any pain or discomfort so was there any harm being done? What was I thinking of, of course there is harm. She is being molested; fingered by a 60 odd year old man that she hardly knows.
'Do you want to speak with Molly to see if she wants this to stop?" asked Marie now looking at me.
I instantly took this offer as an opportunity to intervene and put a stop to this perverse act.
'Yes, yes I do want to speak with her" I spurted out starting to get up out of my seat.
'Ok, but you need to try to calm your anger first Jonathan. At the moment in Molly's eyes Jim is doing nothing wrong, he is the good guy, a nice man, and if you go over there with that look upon your face and tell her off or worse maybe even scare her, then you will be the bad guy and she will not understand your reasons for being angry and what will she think of you then Jonathan?'
Her words hit home and again my usual "lack of action" miasma kicked in and I sat back down. Yes what if I do scare her? She has now been sexually touched and I cannot take those experiences away from her. If I scare her too much will she just spite me and get every Tom, Dick and Harry to touch her up? Marie's words were working their way through my anger. This wasn't Molly's fault, why should I be angry at her? And yes I want to give Jim a piece of my mind, but not in front of Molly otherwise the opposite effect could occur.
Marie must have noticed my anger was dissipating as I heard her quietly say to Jim "Jim, Jonathan wants to have a quick chat with Molly'.
I looked over to see both he and Molly sit up with she pulling her dress back down, smoothing it with her one hand whilst still holding the Ipad.
'Of course, of course" said Jim as he stood up and walked towards the toilet. He didn't look at me as he walked away.
Marie moved out of my way as I sat in Jim's seat. Whilst moving across I noticed the people sat directly behind Jim's seat had gone very quiet and I cast a quick glance towards them to see what they were doing. The male was looking down at a tablet he held and the woman was clearly pretending to be asleep.
Had they seen any of this going on? If they did why didn't they do something about? Are they perverts as well?
I looked back at Molly who had a look of concern, no, more a look of pity on her face as I sat beside her.
'Daddy please don't be angry with Jim. I let him do it. I asked him to put his hand on my? my? my pussy. I wanted him to do it" she pleaded.
She was sat up in the seat, turned so she was facing me. Her hair was ruffled at the back as she had been lounging down in the seat affording Jim better access to her most special zones. Molly was a little flush in the face, rosy cheeked with her lips full and red. She was aroused. I quickly glanced down her body and could see one of her nipples was protruding erect through her dress. I may have been imagining it at this time but I believed I could smell the scent of her cunt juices in the air. She was wet and wanting more of these amazing, breathtaking feelings to continue.
Whatever words I was going to say to her about her age, and the law, and her body and how this really should not be happening totally disappeared. The look and aura of my nine-year-old daughter was one of "I want this to happen. Please do not stop it'. I was also shocked at hearing her use the words "pussy'. What would a nine-year-old girl know of such terms?
'Are you sure you want to do this Molly?" were my first words.
Her pleading features emphasised her words "Oh I do Daddy, I do. I love what he is doing to me. The feelings are? are? they make me feel like I'm going to explode and I don't want it to stop'. She wiggled in her seat and I saw her clench her thighs together, she was still turned on by his actions and her sweet little cunny was letting her know it still wanted more.
I was flabbergasted to hear such words of sexual lust come from my child; my young, prepubescent daughter. But she meant them, her description of her needs were not made up from overheard conversations or exaggerated to impress, because no young child could exaggerate such a description if they hadn't actually felt it.
'Molly, Jim is a grown man, an experienced man. What happens if he goes too far? Does something that you do not want him to do, what will you do? How will you stop him?" I ask.
She smiled a little "Daddy he won't, he's not like that. He always asks me first before he touches me, even on my arm or my hand, and if he does do something I don't want him to I will tell him to stop. You are only over there I can call you to stop him. If I want him to stop." she replied in an almost pleading voice again.
Her words made me think. How can she provide such knowledge of his behaviour? he has only just started touching her. Or had he.
'Sweetheart, when did Jim start touching you?" I calmly enquired.
She paused a moment before saying "I asked him if he would like to put his hand up my dress this morning, after we left the hotel. It was boring sitting here doing nothing Daddy and I wanted to have some fun" she emphasised.
'And did he?" I croaked, with an element of annoyance in my voice.
'Please Daddy, don't get angry" she pleaded.
I took hold of her in an embrace and said "I'm not angry at you Molly. I'm angry at myself for not seeing this earlier'. I then asked "Did anything happen when they took you around the ferry?'
She sat back and nodded gently but added "He only stroked my bottom Daddy, he wouldn't touch my pussy then even though I said he could'
I pondered for some minutes. There were a million and one reasons that I wanted to point out to her why this should not happen, why I should just take her off this coach now and find another way home. But it came down to the fact that my daughter is growing up and becoming a young woman and the manner she expressed herself in those first few minutes of this conversation made me realise that she is not being pressured or tricked into doing this, she made it happen.
I wanted to outline to her the full, frightening facts about sex and cocks and ejaculation and pregnancy and virginity but I knew it would be fruitless. She would resent me for the rest of my days if I stopped this from occurring.
I pondered a few more moments, noting that Marie had now returned to the window seat. Jim was stood a few feet away, looking away from us. Molly gave a quick longing look towards him, as she again added "Please Daddy. Don't spoil it for me. I have had such a fantastic time with you and I want this trip to be one I will remember forever. Please, please, please Daddy'.
Despite my deepest instincts screaming at me to stop this now I could not resist the captivating blue eyes that turned me into a soppy, weak willed father on almost every occasion when Molly asked for anything and even though this was not a plea from her for a new coat or another go on a Disney ride, it was to allow her to be molested by a 60 year old pervert, I could not stop myself from saying-
'Ok. I will trust you Molly and not stop what you clearly want to happen, but at anytime you want this to stop you tell me, not him and I will make sure he stops." I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth but the beaming smile and wholehearted hug Molly gave me with a big thank you kiss made all the problems go away.
I stood up and Jim turned towards me, with a little apprehension in his eye.
I just said "Don't dare hurt her, do you understand?'
'Of course, of course, I would never hurt her, never." He replied.
I returned to my seat and Jim to his.
I couldn't look their way for some minutes as I did not want to see what was happening so I sat staring into the back of the seat in front of me. Marie never murmured or moved, sat looking at whatever was on her Ipad. I could not engage with her anymore. She clearly was not the sweet old lady I thought she was.
I began to ponder as to why the couple behind Jim and Molly had not reacted in shock or disgust. They must have seen what was going on owing to the way they didn't want to make eye contact with me. Were they into this kind of stuff?
They were younger than Jim and Marie, both in their early 40's. The woman had dyed blond shoulder length hair and was quite attractive, with a trim figure and full, firm breasts that stood out against her frame. She seemed quite pleasant in the few words I had had with her. He was a balding bespectacled business type, that could probably fit the bill of a child molester, but would they normally be with their wives? I really didn't understand what was going on. I decided I would monitor their actions should things continue between Molly and Jim. At this I decided to face the music and turned to my right to see what was happening.
It was not as terrifying as I thought it would be. Jim was sat with the Ipad in his hands. I thankfully could see both of his hands in front of him and Molly was turned on her side nestled up against his right arm as he was saying something to her. Jim had an uncanny means of speaking without being able to hear his words, his voice being a kind of low chant. I could see he was speaking but could not catch a single word he was saying to Molly even though we were mere feet from each other, maybe that was part of his charm of seducing young girls, because it is clear Molly was not the first young child he has groped.
I was pleased. Maybe my intervention had helped get rid of his urges and now he knows I am aware of his game he may be too worried about touching her again. I was hopeful that maybe this nightmare was over.
Slightly more subdued I nestled back into my seat, took out my phone and noticed that I had missed two texts from Annabel. The first was some hours ago, whilst we were still on the ferry.
'Hi, hope the trip has gone well. Are you on the way back now? Has Molly enjoyed herself?'
My immediate thoughts were to reply "yes she has enjoyed herself and it would appear she is enjoying herself even more with the fingers of an old man in her snatch'. But I decided against such a response.
The second text, sent about half an hour ago was a little more panicky, as mothers do.
'Jon, is everything ok? You said you would text me when you were back in England. Are you back in England yet?'
I had also missed a call from her about five minutes ago but my phone was on silent and I did have other things on my mind at the time, so didn't feel the vibrating phone in my pocket.
For the next few minutes I had a text conversation with Annabel. Calming her nerves and putting her mind at rest. Her final missive was "Molly is to be back with me for no later than midday tomorrow. Don't be a minute late Jon'. This child custody millstone was a constant knife in the back from Annabel, but I duly replied in the affirmative.
Another glance over at Molly revealed that my previous hopes of Jim being too worried to touch her were mislaid.
The Ipad was back in Molly's hands with Jim turned towards her. I instantly noticed his left hand up her dress once again. I swallowed hard at the fact that I had now condoned what was happening, but I didn't have the bottle to put a stop to it a second time.
Molly was giggling again, followed by another moan of delight. He had obviously recommenced his rubbing of her pussy.
I was mentally convincing myself that she would only allow him to touch her over her knickers and not actually let him feel her soft, fleshy virginal slit. But as I watched her blissful facial reactions with the occasional jerky gasp I felt I was holding onto false hope.
I couldn't look anymore, but not for reasons of disgust. I had begun to sense a slight sexual feeling growing in the pit of my stomach and I was consciously trying to stop my erection from growing. What on earth was happening? How the fuck was I becoming turned on by the sexual mewling of a nine-year-old girl? My nine-year-old girl.
I tried for a good ten minutes to stay my erection from growing in my jeans, but it was no use and eventually my urges got the better of me as I just had to look back at them.
Jim had now sat up and was putting the Ipad away in the bag underneath his seat. At this Molly brought both of her feet, still wearing her blue and pink trainers, up onto the seat again. I recalled what happened when she did this earlier and I visualised the look of utter heavenly bliss on her face as Jim had clearer access to her cunny. My loins were fully erect at the thought of that image and I was in need of readjusting myself down there but with Marie sitting next to me I was not going to reveal to her my growing desires towards my daughter.
But Molly brought a new hard swallow to my throat because this time as she lifted her dress up to her waist she then proceeded to slip off her white panties with little pink bows around the hem, sliding them down over her long slim legs and over her trainers. Her gorgeous, hairless, virginal cunt was now exposed for him to savour. (I had to imagine it was a gorgeous, hairless cunt as I frustratingly could not see it).
She then handed the panties to Jim who immediately took them to his nose and mouth and deeply inhaled her scent. Molly screwed up her face in disgust at Jim's actions but after some words she then allowed him to hold them to her nose, making sure that the inner gusset was uppermost for her to sniff. She didn't give much reaction but also didn't reject his offering.
My pre-cum was now leaking from my cock and I was desperate to get it out and release the tension building up in me.
Jim quickly put her panties into his trouser pocket and leaned forwards over towards Molly, placing his left hand straight between her parted thighs. I couldn't see what his hand was doing but the gasp from Molly left me with no doubt he had just entered her. Jim's hands and fingers didn't appear to be large, but I expected that her tight virginal quim could only take a half finger of his at most. I very much doubted she could receive any more than that at her age. Jim leant towards her face and it was clear they were kissing.
I had to lean further towards them to try to catch a glimpse of how Molly reacted to a grown man kissing her. The sight I saw was not what I was expecting. They were both engaged in a full on tongue swirling, soul drinking kiss, with Molly reaching up with her left hand and pulling him harder into her. I could also see Jim's arm moving back and forwards faster than previously. Molly was beginning to moan loudly; in fact so loud I glanced around to see what the reaction of others would be. On the back seat were the two old ladies, one was asleep with an eye mask on and the other was staring out of the window. I hadn't noticed that the young couple in front of my seat must have got off at the last drop off point, which I missed completely due to the scenes I had been witnessing. The only people to react were the couple behind Molly and Jim as the blonde haired woman got up and began to walk down the coach. I watched her to see if she looked over at them. She did and took a good long glance at what Jim was doing with his hands. She would have had a better view of him fingering her than I did. However she then made her way to the front of the coach. Was she going to mention the goings on to the driver?
Oh god, where would that leave me? What would they all think of me when asked what did the father do? I watched her as she leaned over towards the driver but I couldn't see or hear what was being said, however her behaviour did not seem that of someone who was reporting a shocking incident she had just viewed. It just seemed like a normal chat.
Molly was panting heavily as Jim continued to plough into her. I had a growing urge to look over to witness his finger entering my daughter's cunny, but refrained from such. I noticed the bespectacled man looking through the gap between the two headrests and he was catching a full eyeful of my daughter's molesting. It was also noticeable that his right arm was vigorously moving. The dirty bastard was wanking his cock! What was wrong with people? Has everyone lost their morals and feel it is fine to watch a child being abused?
But was I any different? My erection was trying to burst out of me and at that very moment if given the chance I would have happily began to fondle my own daughter's body as well. I was becoming a depraved pervert like the rest of them.
Jim extracted himself from the grip of Molly's hand, trying to end the kissing but the look in her eyes was full of lust and desire and she was trying to reattach herself to his mouth, with her little pink tongue reaching out for him. He must have removed his finger from her also as she looked down at her lower half and I heard her say in a pitiful, husky voice "Oh please don't stop doing that. Its soo nice" and it was at this point I had another shock regarding the capabilities of my daughter. Jim was presenting his hand towards her face and I could clearly see he had two protruding, sopping wet fingers covered in the cunt juices of my nine-year-old girl. My belief that she could take nothing more than a half finger was crushed. No wonder she was moaning, he was practically fucking her.
Surprises continued as the sexual lust of Molly made her reach out to his hand and she immediately began sucking and licking her own flavours from his fingers like she was consuming a piece of sweet, juicy fruit. I groaned in sexual pleasure at this image. She was now driving me mad with desire and I knew I needed to have her to myself.
Marie spoke for the first time as I heard her say "Your daughter is absolutely amazing'. I didn't reply. She then said something about holiday snaps but I ignored her and carried on watching Molly and feeling envious of the bespectacled man for having the chance to release his aching cock.
The coach radio then kicked in with some random music playing out of the speakers around us and as the blonde woman was coming back up the gangway the lights on the coach dimmed a little, which, with darkness now beginning to set, the area around us was much more secretive, erotic even however with the side lights above each seat on and the motorway lights beaming in, I still had a clear view of all that was happening.
This meant that I could watch in salivating wonder as Molly took the fingers out of her mouth and guided them back between her legs, raising her pelvis at the same time and manoeuvring Jim's penetrative digits back into her. As they slipped in, her head rolled back and she gave a long sexual "Ooooh" at the sensation. I nearly came.
The blonde haired woman was now back with us and paused by me as she watched, with a lustful glare as my girl began to raise her pelvis up off the seat whilst still holding onto Jim's left hand. She was riding his fingers like some brazen hussy whilst panting and groaning as she did so. The look of concentration on her face as she matched her pelvic thrusts along with pulling his fingers into her was incredible and because she was raising herself up I got to see her gorgeous, hairless, virginal (?) cunt for the first time.
The fleshy mound of her cushion soft pussy was engorged as well as the quite fully exposed clitoris of this young girl. With each thrust up it was noticeable that Jim's fingers were inside her up to their full length which caused her pussy lips to be separated and partially on show for me to see.
She was making quite a bit of noise, with a regular "oh god" being uttered but thanks to the music from the radio her rhythmic panting was being drowned out.
Where did she learn such actions? Is it possible for a virgin girl to be a natural sex goddess? I didn't believe it to be so and just accepted that the kids of today are growing up faster and due to the internet they got to see sexual acts more and more and so they knew what to do when it happens to them.
Can she still be a virgin having been penetrated so deeply by fingers or did she have to receive a cock first? I didn't know if there was a legal or medical difference, but it was clear she had no problems in taking a good three inches or so of a grown man's two fingers.
The blonde woman then glanced at me with an almost envious stare before sitting down.
It suddenly dawned on me that she must have told the coach driver to turn the radio on and the lights down. She and her husband must obviously be in on this, but how? And why, what would they get from this, they aren't touching her. My brain was struggling with all this information and my sexual urges were running wild as Molly continued to noisily ride Jim's fingers.
Marie had been trying to get my attention for some minutes and even took to shaking my left arm; I eventually pulled my view from Molly and turned towards her, probably with a stern look of annoyance.
'Jonathan I just wanted to show you some snaps of previous coach and train trips we have had" as she was glancing down at the Ipad, turning it towards me.
I took some seconds to comprehend what she was doing. My daughter is being fingered almost to orgasm by your perverted husband and you want me to look at holiday snaps, however, once I did focus upon the images on the Ipad my jaw dropped.
The first image was of a girl who looked very similar in age and size to Molly; she was lying on a bed with one cock in her mouth and another in her cunny. Marie flicked the Ipad to the next image where it appeared to be the same girl smiling up at the camera with her face and mouth covered in spunk.
'This is Tiffany; she was a lovely young girl. We met her last August coming back from Legoland.'
The next image was of an older girl, maybe 14, with ample breasts and bushy pubic hair. She was straddling a man's cock, with a face of pure heaven as it looked as though she was orgasming. The man's face was pixellated out as he suckled upon her breast.
Marie continued "That was Melanie. We still see her occasionally; although she has a boyfriend now so doesn't visit us much'
I was transfixed on these images and also the comments by Marie. They kept in touch with some of these kids. What did their parents think? How did they arrange things together?
The next image was of a woman in her thirties who was quite chubby with a fat arse. She was naked on her knees with her face in the crotch of a girl who looked about 13. The girl didn't seem to be too enamoured with the situation but behind the woman was a skinny boy also about 13 who had his quite substantial cock plunged into this woman and seemed to be fully enjoying himself. A flick of the screen brought up a shot of the boy now impaled into the girl's cunt, where she seemed to be enjoying things a bit more.
'Oh these were lovely. They are twins, Stephanie and Stephen. Both were thirteen years old there. And that was their mother between them, Trudy. She couldn't resist taking part. They still do things together now, sending us the odd video and such" explained Marie as though she was describing a holiday snap.
For the next few minutes she flicked through dozens of images of children in various sexual situations. Some even looked younger than Molly but most were older, having breasts and furry mounds. There were more girls than boys but all seemed to be enjoying themselves.
These images had taken my mind from what Molly and Jim were doing and it was only when Marie turned her head to look beyond me towards their direction did I glance back. I began to wish I didn't.
Molly was stood up, with both hands holding onto the head rest in front of her. She was looking towards me with a sleepy, almost spaced out look. With her ruffled hair and crumpled dress I suppose you could say she looked fucked.
She smiled sweetly at me and mouthed "Thank you Daddy'.
My automatic reaction was to smile back and nod my head, mouthing back "It's Ok'.
I wondered if it was all over. Had she had enough? Had Jim actually brought her to orgasm and I missed it?
No. The scene became very clear, very quickly.
Jim was moving across from his seat over to sit in the window seat directly behind Molly. Once he was settled behind her, with Molly looking back at him he began to undo his belt, his jeans button and his zip fly.
I lurched forward as my stomach churned and I heard myself saying "oh god no" as I began to realise what was going on.
Jim then raised his hips up and pulled his jeans and underwear down some inches, allowing his full erection to be released and spring up hard and proud.
My mouth became very dry with being wide open for some time before I commenced swallowing hard. She is a virgin. She will not be able to take his cock. Two slender fingers are a whole different ball game to five inches of thick, hardened, blood filled cock. I refused to believe she would be able to take him into her. This was where Molly will be telling him to stop as he tries to put his erection into her tight cunny. She will realise that it is no longer a fun game and will put a stop to his actions. I needed to be ready to pull her from him; he will be at his most sexually charged and will probably resist me pulling her away. I was ready for her plea.
His manhood was slightly shorter in length than mine but it did appear to be a little bit thicker than my offering. I was not overly endowed, as Annabel would remind me often if I pissed her off. Jim's cock certainly had a more girth than the two fingers Molly had taken so far and I had no doubt it would be too much for her.
Once he was exposed, I watched in what seemed almost slow motion as Molly reached back with her left hand and grabbed his cock. She began rubbing it and stroking it like she had handled one before. I heard the words come from her mouth "I like your cock Jim'. Again my daughter surprised me with her comment but mostly her experienced handling of his cock. Had she seen one before? Who's? When?
Jim then tapped her left leg with his left hand and at this Molly manoeuvred her leg so it bent behind her at the knee and rested on the seat to the left of Jim. He leaned forward, took a hold of her waist and lifted her up from the floor, allowing her to do the same with her right leg as she placed it to the right of Jim's legs. She held onto the headrest in front of her as she began to wiggle her knees back a little, achieving the straddle position, but backwards. Jim then put both of his hands underneath her dress, gathered the hem up in his thumbs, put his fingers on her waist and appeared to be guiding her backwards towards his cock.
I was almost apoplectic at the realisation she was about to back onto his erection. Did she realise what she was doing?
However having caught a glimpse of her soft, pale, skinny naked left ass cheek as Jim hoisted up her dress my own erection was twitching again and I was feeling the conflicting, twisting emotions of needing to see my daughter's face as she felt her first cock enter her but also wanting to pull her out of this situation right now. I watched Jims face as he was looking down at her ass, appearing to guide her towards his erection. He released his right hand from her waist and spat some saliva into the palm, returning his hand back over his cock, obviously smearing it with his spittle. I was murmuring to myself now "she will stop him right now, she will stop him right now" as each second passed.
I watched as he continued to move himself underneath her dress; however the dress was obscuring my potential viewing of seeing Molly's puffy, juicy, tight cunt taking in a man's full hard on. I switched to watching Molly's face and saw she had her head turned towards me, with her chin turned over her left shoulder and her eyes closed. She was waiting for it to happen. Her mouth was slightly open whilst panting quietly. She was expectant of being entered any second now.
I didn't realise that I was holding my breath but when she jerked forward a little, gasping in a mouthful of breath, I did the same. She rolled her head downwards, whilst licking her lips. A low sexual moan escaped from her as she began to move her hips up and down. Had she really just taken his length into her? I refused to believe it.
After two or three lifts of her hips she began to breathe a long low deep breath, clearly savouring the feelings that were racing around her body now.
Marie put her hand on my arm and said "Jonathan, is there something you are not telling us?'
It took a second or two to accept what she was saying "What? No, no I have never touched her, never. She is a virgin. Nobody has touched her before. I can promise you that" I stated in exasperation, looking her in the eyes.
She looked over at Molly and then back at me giving me an almost sympathetic smile. "Sorry, it's just that she is so extremely responsive for one so young I just assumed you may have taken her first. Forgive me" she tapped my hand in a condescending manner but I was too weak a man to challenge her and instead said, rather dumbly "He hasn't entered her, she is just rubbing up against him. She cannot have taken him into her'. But the look she gave me was one of "you poor fool, your daughter is no virgin and you had no idea', but I didn't realise that look at the time, not until sometime later.
I turned back towards them and watched as she was full on riding his cock now, lifting herself up and down onto him with a thrusting rhythm, whilst Jim, with a look of almost astonishment upon his face, maintained a grip on her waist. Molly was getting louder with her moaning but Jim didn't seem to mind. In fact the coach was almost half empty now, and with the music playing she was partially drowned out, but if she got any louder others may notice.
Marie then pointed out that the seat next to Jim was free if I wanted to get a closer look.
I stared at the vacant seat. Do I want to get closer? What do I really want to see; my daughter impaled on Jims cock or she just rubbing herself against him? I heard Molly whisper "ummmm, that feels so nice', which made Jim give a low moan. She was clearly getting his juices going also.
I stood up and despite the seat only being some three or four steps from where I was I took an age to travel the distance. Molly was holding onto the head rest of the seat in front, looking down and beginning to grunt with each thrust onto him. As I got to the seat I looked to see what the couple behind were up to; the bespectacled man had his face between the two headrests, clearly able to watch this young girl having sex, although his view of the true action would have been blocked by Jim's head and her dress. I couldn't see where his wife was initially but as I glanced around the seat I could see she had her head in his groin and was obviously sucking his cock.
What the fuck was wrong with these people? Everybody had turned into some kind of sex craved beast. I glanced towards the two old ladies on the back seats, expecting a scene of debauchery to greet my eyes. Thankfully one was still asleep with the eye mask on whilst the other just smiled at me as though we had just passed each other in the street. From her position she must be able to hear if not see my nine-year-old daughter fucking a man's cock, because that's what was happening, she was fucking him, not the other way round.
I finally found myself sat in the seat next to Jim and the first thing I recognized was the squelchy sounds a wet cunny makes when riding a cock. Jim didn't even glance my way. He knew why I was there and he "kindly" lifted up Molly's dress, raising it high up her back, putting her full backside on view. He then placed each hand underneath each ass cheek and raised Molly up a little. Her rhythmic stride slowed right down and I got to watch as the pink folds of flesh around her pussy were being stretched whilst devouring the full girth of Jim's cock. I could see the white line of pre-cum from Molly's sopping cunt dribbling down his length.
'She is special this girl" he croaked. I sat in a hypnotic gaze as he proceeded to pump his cock up into my daughters cunt, making her yelp loudly in joy and as he continued to lift his hips, ploughing his cock into her, I heard her say "don't stop'. She was getting very boisterous now and would very likely attract attention from those at the front of the coach. However a new member of the perverted club entered the scene as the 50-something year old man who had been sat in front of Jim and Molly and whom I had totally forgot about in my scanning of the coach, had now turned around on his seat to kneel in our direction. He reached over with his left hand and took hold of Molly's head, turned it to face him and slapped his lips onto hers. At the same time his right hand reached around the headrest and somehow he slipped it inside the top of Molly's dress and obviously began to squeeze her bee sting tits. She hungrily commenced sucking on this new player's face, which helped in subduing her loud moans but only made my moans become more expressive. The sexual energy around me was making me almost ejaculate and I think if somebody were to have touched my cock right then it would explode with cum. I was now fully enjoying watching two men, two strangers, fuck and grope my daughter and I wanted them to fuck her hard and make her cum and then fuck her again. I was becoming desperate now.
I sat opened mouthed at what I was witnessing, no, not witnessing being part of, because even though I had not touched her, I had also done nothing to stop this sexual exploitation of a young girl taking place and so was part of the crime. I could see she was enjoying this and I kind of accepted that she must have had some contact with a cock before but I still felt she was not fully aware of what she was doing or what was happening to her and despite all that I had seen, I felt it was these men, and women who had manipulated her to do such acts. I feared for how she would react when it was all done and dusted.
Molly came up for air and released herself from the kissing, at this Jim decided to change positions and began to pull Molly back towards him; she was now resting her back against him. I saw the man in front look mildly disappointed at having his fun taken away, but he remained facing us, watching as Jim now lifted up the front of Molly's dress, revealing to all her hairless, parted slit and her reddened engorged clit as she carried on grinding herself upon Jim's cock.
I was impressed with the stamina of Jim because I would have cum some time ago. I was no stud and would mostly leave Annabel a horny frustrated woman lying next to me in bed having spent myself in or over her.
I sat forward to get a better view of her cock filled cunt and at this Molly saw me and said again "oh Daddy, thank you'. I leaned towards her in the hope of engaging her in one of those breath taking kisses she had been handing out, but Jim then began to run his fingers over her sensitive clitoris, causing Molly to recommence sliding up and down upon his cock, closing her eyes and moaning in delight. She moved her head away from me, turning it back towards Jim reaching her hand back to pull his face towards her. She didn't want my lips, she wanted the man who was giving her such magical pleasures and he immediately took full advantage and they commenced a face swallowing, tongue twisting kissing session that was making my juices bubble.
She was in blissful heaven and probably was not far from cumming, which I now wanted to see. I now wanted to see my young girl orgasm over the cock of this man she had only met some three days ago, who was now up to his nuts embedded in the cunt of a young schoolgirl. I wanted to touch her cunny, to feel it as Jim's cock slipped into in. I satiated myself by running my two fingers of my right hand down the outside of Molly's soft, shapely thigh. This was the first time I had touched her flesh in any way for some years. I don't think she had even held my hand in recent days. I was shaking at the sensations of my skin touching hers.
I heard Molly whisper to Jim "I want you to cum in my pussy', whilst licking his lips. I sat back, watching Molly still swap spittle with Jim, listening to sucking and slurping noises that passionate kissing brings. Jim moved his hand from her smooth pussy to her hips, to guide her body rising and falling on his cock. Molly gave a disappointed moan when Jim stopped rubbing her pussy. I couldn't allow my little girl suffer, so I slid my hand to her inner thigh and started lightly rubbing her clitoris. Molly broke her kiss with Jim and looked at me, "Daddy, so close. Make me cum. Make us cum." "Anything for you, baby," I answered her as I started rubbing her clitoris faster. "Lick me, daddy," she pleaded. I hesitated. I so desperately wanted to taste my little girl, but wasn't as enthusiastic about being that close to Jim's cock as it moved in and out of her. When Molly whined, "Pleeeeaseee," I could no longer deny giving her what she wanted and slid from my seat to the floor, and before realizing it, I found myself inches from their juncture.
From this vantage, it was an amazing sight. It looked almost impossible that Jim's cock was fitting inside her little frame. She was stretched so much. Her juices were coating his shaft. Then I felt her hands on my head, pulling me toward her. I touched my tongue to her clitoris and had my first taste of my baby girl. Her juices were so sweet. I moved my mouth to her pussy. With Jim lifting her up and down, I just needed to hold my mouth in place, and their movements caused my tongue to swipe across her clitoris as I vacuumed up her juices.
With Jim getting closer to cumming, he was lifting her higher and pushing her down lower. He was also moving his own hips, thrusting upward into her. With me holding my head still, it was starting to cause my mouth to travel from from almost Molly's belly button, down over her clit, and onto Jim's shaft. Part of me hoped that Jim didn't mind, but I wouldn't have stopped if he did. I was doing this for my daughter's pleasure and not his.
Being this close, I could see Jim's cock moving inside of Molly as as it caused her tiny abdomen to pudge out slightly along its path. On one of Jim's downward pushes, he did it fast and hard. Molly gasped and I could feel her body shivering through my mouth's contact with her stomach. When Jim saw that she enjoyed it, he kept the faster and harder pace, and Molly started to start visibly shaking. I could see the muscles in her stomach and around her pussy start contracting over and over.
Then it happened. Molly reached her climax. Streams of her juices were flowing out of her. I was sucking up as much as I could, but there was no way to get it all. It was flowing down Jim's shaft, covering his balls, and dripping onto their seat. I found myself following the flow, trying to get as much of her sweet pussy juices as I could. I was in a trance of primal lust. I was brought out of my haze was Jim's voice, telling Molly, "Your daddy sucking my balls is going to make me cum in you, Molly." And sure enough, I found myself licking and sucking at Jim's balls without knowing how I had got there. When I realized what I was doing, I started to move back up to Molly's pussy, but then Molly said, "He's a good daddy to make you cum in me." I'm not one to disappoint my daughter, so I resigned myself to continue my oral ministrations on Jim's balls.
Jim kept his pace as he neared orgasm. He was grunting, "Oh yes, Molly, squeeze my cock." After several more seconds of his speeding thrusts, he was done. He let out a loud groan and pushed her down hard, holding himself as deep inside of Molly as possible for several long moments while he emptied his cum into her. Molly kept moaning with pleasure as she felt him spurt into her. With Jim pushing Molly down as he was cumming in her and Molly's stretched pussy firmly seated around the base of his cock, I was at eye level with her stomach as I licked his balls. I could see Jim's cock throbbing and twitching inside her stomach. It reminded me of a baby moving in a pregnant woman's stomach. It was an obscenely erotic sight.
After a moment or two, the taste of Molly's juices that I was sucking off of Jim's balls changed. It was less sweet and more salty. It was Jim's cum, now mixed with Molly's pussy juices. I licked up what I could as Jim lifted Molly off of his softening cock, and as he did, more of their combined juices flowed down into my mouth. He sat her into the chair beside him that I had been sitting in. I continued my licking and sucking until I had cleaned everything I could find of my Molly off of his cock and balls. By then, he was completely soft. When I leaned back from him, and looked up, he was looking down at me with a smile on his face, and said "Molly was right, Jonathan, you are a good daddy. You should get her cleaned up before it gets all over her pretty dress.'
Molly was so exhausted after her orgasm. She was slumped down into the chair, legs dangling off the edge, and looked like she was half asleep. I moved over in front of her, and lifted her legs over my shoulders, and stared at her abused pussy. That's what it was, abused. It was bright pink from the friction, and gapping open to where I could see down in to it and see Jim's cum pooled in it's depths. Molly look at me and weakly said, "Daddy . . " And that was all I needed to hear. I lowered my mouth to her slick smooth pussy and created a seal around it with my mouth. I started with creating some suction while running my tongue through the folds and down into her, scooping up what I could. Then, applying more and more suction as moving my tongue faster and faster, until I was tongue fucking her tiny prepubescent pussy.
I continued to lick and suck on Molly's sweet pussy until she had another, smaller, orgasm that flushed the rest of Jim's cum out of her. I finished cleaning the last of their mixed juices from her, then took her legs from my shoulders and lowered her dress to cover her bare pussy from view. When I sat back, there was no hint of anything left inside of her. Once again, I was sitting on the floor, with my baby girl slumped into a chair next to Jim. The scene was so surreal. I was brought back to reality when Marie said, "That was amazing. Do you want me to send you a copy of the video, Jonathan?" I looked across the aisle at her, and saw that she was hold up her iPad, recording what her husband had done to my baby girl and what I had done to both of them. "Oh, shit," I thought. It must have shown on my face, because Marie followed up by saying, "Don't worry Jonathan, we're very discrete."