FOREWORD

In these dairy entries, a 43-year-old man chronicles his marriage to a blonde and pretty 8-year-old girl, called Amy. They will run, in real time, for at least 1 year with entries 2 or 3 time a week. Amy is a typical height and figure for her age, and is a fair-skinned girl of English origin. She has fine blonde hair, just past shoulder length, and normally wears it an `Alice headband'. She is blue-eyed with a pretty, smiley and gentle sort of face with a few nose and cheek freckles.  

Yes, it is of course fantasy, and the author does not condone actual sex between adults and children in this world - but the private dreams and fictionalization of it are our right to free thought.

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PEDO ISLAND DIARY     Wednesday 28th March 2012.

`Standard Repertoire'.

I've decided to leave off Amy's training in sofa-lovemaking for a while. Tonight I reverted to one of the established acts in our sex repertoire, which I haven't even thought of a name for. It's principally for the bed, although I don't see why it can't be done on the living room rug or outdoors under the sun just as well. Amy is on her back, just laying there - no leg-spread needed - and I am propping myself over her with my forearms resting around her head. My knees are outside of her legs, and my hands can caress her head and face as I see fit. It's similar to good old missionary position, and my course adult body looms large a few inches above her fair-skinned and short child body. The difference is there is no penetration, and indeed if I am kissing her - which I do a lot - this means my cock has to hover well below her cunt. It can be a candid affair on top of the bed with the lights on like tonight, or a sleepy last-thing-at-night effort underneath the sheets.

It's a leisurely thing - at first - and certainly comes under the folder for `love-making'. It was borne out of my desire to look down onto her darling little face and indulge in tender kissing of it and her hair. It's one of the sweetest expressions of love for a child. I lift off her headband, and my fingers edge ino her strands of pale golden hair. I caress her ears or forehead while I run the length of her hair between my fingers, teasing it out gently from her head and then letting it fall to the mattress like silk. I gaze upon her angel-face, marvelling at her ultra-fine eyebrows, blue eyes, freckles and dainty nose. Often I call her "an angel," and she smiles in a heartbreakingly bashful way, smothered under my pedophilic attentions. My movements are slow and unthreatening, but the thing is it builds into intense passion. I inevitably have a huge erection by this point, and with it a burning desire to ravage her in true marital fashion.

The all-important aspect of the position is this: she takes my cock in her two small hands, and keeps them around it right the way through to the finish. To all intents and purposes I'm `fucking her hands', as a kind of substitute for her far-too-juvenile vagina. Of course, on our honeymoon I had to coach her in the technique. But now, 3 weeks later, she is quite accustomed to it and even shows initiative.

For instance, tonight a wonderful thing happened. As soon as I started to pepper her gorgeous forehead and cheeks with little kisses, she knew this was the cue for it all to start - and she took a hold of my fleshy shaft. She did not even look down to see where it was. So, picture it: my adult bulk is hunched over her so my mouth can be at her face--level, and her 8-year-old hands are slowly wanking me. She knows by now the amount of pressure I like - pretty firm - and the soft squeeze I feel on my organ quickly enraptures me. My kisses become more heartfelt and smattery, centering more and more upon her mouth. Tonight I only had to tell her once to speed up, as she is really getting the hang of sensing my man-lust. I take an authoritative but loving hold of the sides of her head - her jawbones are so delicate - to tilt her face up to me for French-kissing. Due to the smallness of her mouth, I often experiment with turning her head and locking our lips sideways on. She merely submits into opening her mouth for my big tongue, as this aspect of love-lust still overawes her.

* I've discovered it's actually easier to train a child to suck a penis skillfully than to mouth-kiss in a mature fashion - an issue I'll be returning to in future instalments. *

That said, she does understand that my passion is building, and once again tonight she speeded up her masterbating little hands. My foreskin sliding along my throbbing hardness, lubricated by precum, sent shockwaves of pleasure through me. I believe she was responding also to my deepening breathing. I like to guess at precisely what thoughts are going inside her little head: "Oh, right, here he goes again..."

And here I DID go again... panting, grunting my way to orgasm, pumping my pelvis above her in counterpoint to her double-handed work. I've trained her to hold on to it tight, "no matter how energetic I get," and she now does it like a trooper, grimacing a little.

At the last moment, sometimes I shuffle higher up so I can spill my load over her belly, but other times I stay in situ and spill it over her thighs. Tonight I opted for the former. I edged up the bed, gripping firmly on her blonde head, and pistoned my erection rapidly though her hands.

"Duurghhh!" I groaned deeply, as my stiff rod fired its first hot streaks.

"Mmmm," I purred, planting kisses on her forehead. My body was arched somewhat to make this possible.

My jets of white gloop gave way to thick drips, painting a chaotic artwork of blobs and strings on Amy's abdomen flesh, and still she held on as if squeezing toothpaste onto herself.

When I was finished straining myself empty, I rolled onto my side next to her. "Rub it all in," I reminded her, "it's good for your skin.

She's much less squeamish about the warm, sticky feel of it now, and she obeyed with a shy smile. She is sensitive to my relief and happiness and she is glad to have pleased me. Partly, though, she is just happy when a session does not involve anything that hurts.

In fact, overall this session is great for merging aspects of the tenderest - almost non-sexual - love with the most wanton sexual passion. It's great, therefore, in the grand scheme of things for teaching Amy that sex is also love.

It might be harder to teach her that lesson in a few weeks time when I'm trying to put my big blunt penis up her little-girl bottom.


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