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 times 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     Saturday 31st March 2012.

`Sex with Sacha'.

"Wow, yes, that's very good," I said to Sacha, as the blonde-maned 7-year-old demonstrated her cartwheels on the bedroom floor.

We had checked in for the night, after our evening meal. My own wife, Amy, and Sacha's husband, Glenn, were in a bedroom adjoining ours. We had booked a twin-bedroomed hotel room, and after a little bit of 4-way chat we had decided to pull the partition across to begin our night of wife-swap. The choice of room was mine, as I was a little self-conscious and love-making was a private thing to my mind, although further down the line I might well be open to group sex. Glenn, describing himself as a `bi with a leaning towards little girls', would undoubtedly have gone for a more intimate shared experience there and then. For tonight, though, he would have his way with Amy next door. I actually found it kind of erotic NOT to be able see what the other pair were doing, but to `know' that they were doing whatever it was, and maybe to hear some sounds as clues.

"I'm working on a back-flip too," said Sacha, with an earnest little pout. It was fascinating seeing how much `child' remained in this child after 10 months of married life to a 41-year-old man.

"That's very clever. Be careful you don't hurt yourself."

"I won't. I've done it before." She duly flipped over, but a bit awkwardly, stumbling back onto her feet. "Yiiike!"

I chuckled. "Well done."

"I'll do a forward roll now - that's easy. Watch."

I watched, fascinated by why a little girl would want to be so hyper keen to show off to a man she must know was going to molest her. Glenn and I had informed our wives only half an hour prior that we would `sleep with them' (the `wrong' wife) tonight. That was how we put it; no mention of sex but they would both surely have guessed. "Oh", said Amy, a little edgy. "Oh, right," said Sacha, more nonchalant about it.  "We'll both be very nice to you," we reassured them. There were no objections whatsoever, but we'd already well broken the ice during the evening meal. It's super-easy to befriend a child - probably even more so if you have pedo-instincts - and at the same time a sense of authority becomes established in no time.

I clapped her forward roll. "You should do this naked," I said casually. "Or just in your panties. I know that's how real gymnasts train, so they can see their own bodies in a big wall-mirror."

I had heard that Sacha had kiddy dreams of being a gymnast back in Russia, before the Uncle and Aunt that were raising her put her forward for a child-supermodel company instead. Sacha did enjoy the attention and flattery that went with that - while Uncle and Aunt enjoyed the money - and later she found herself sold off to this island to be material for pedophile marriage.

"Oh," she said. "Okay, then." As simple as you please, she removed her dress. Then - and I caught my breath at her lack of self-consciousness - she abruptly slipped her panties off too.

First she did a naked forward roll. "Do some more," I said. for the next ones I made sure I got behind her for the candid view of her little nude butt. My mind was made up 101% that I would trying my erect penis in that exquisite little shit-crack at some stage of the weekend, but probably my mouth first. "Over you go," I said, holding her by the hips to help her.

"I don't need any help with that," she said. "Handstands are difficut, though."

"Go on, then. Try one."  She popped herself up onto her hands and wavered before I got a hold of her ankles. I slowly `walked' her across the room, which made her chuckle. I gazed down the perfect view of her tiny child-genitalia.

"Now, I'll give you a kiss in the special place," I said. I knelt down, supporting her now by gripping each of her thighs - my hands could almost go right the way around their tender flesh - to put my mouth to her vulvic skin.

"You call it the `special place'?" she asked, with a chuckle. "My `cunt'."

"Oh," I replied, involuntarily laughing. "You simply call it that, do you?"

"Usually. We have other words, too."

"Such as?" I talked in between pecking it with my lips and dabbing it with my tongue.

"Pussy. Venus-mound. Baby-hole."

"Baby-hole?" I enquired.

"Yes. Well, it's where a baby is made and comes out of."

"So it is," I said. I tried not to gasp at hearing a 7-year-old talk so matter-of-fact like this. "Well, it's a very nice part of you, Sacha."

"So, are we going to be having sex?" spoke her sweet little voice.

"I'd like to, yes." Somehow I felt it was `appropriate' to engage her with adult politesse.

"Okay," she chirped. I let her go and she flipped onto her feet, giving me a quick, dour smile. I wondered if she appreciated the `respect' in my tone. "I want to ask you something before we do stuff, though."

"Okay. Fire away."

I towered over the 4 foot 6' of naked, golden-tanned little girl that stood there in front of me. "Are you going to cum inside me?"

I coughed a little. "Uh, possibly. Probably. Yes, some time."

"Oh, okay." She wore an odd look of thoughtfulness, and put her hand to her smooth belly.

"Why do you ask?" I said, knowing.

"Nothing, really." She shrugged, with a remarkably teenage sultryness.

"Because you want to pretend we're making a baby?" I smiled affectionately.

She frowned a little. "How do you know that?"

I shrugged. "I'm a good guesser. And it's a game I would like to play too. I like `pretend'." I grinned childishly, while she pouted quite maturely, which I felt was kind of ironic.

"Good, then. When are we going to play that?"

"Maybe later. You do know that you can't get a baby in you for real yet, don't you?"

"Of course I know that."

"Okay, I thought you would, because you're a clever girl." I stroked her  golden hair down over each ear and smiled down at her face. My hard-on throbbed in my pants.

"Thanks." I was quickly sensing that the kind of sweet talk I gave Amy was not necessarily right for Sacha.

Speaking of my wife, by this point I'd heard only quiet chatter next door. Now there were some giggles from her, and eager laughter from Glenn. I wondered what they were doing, until the sound of shuffling and intermittent slaps gave me a clue. "Just a silly game," I told Sacha. "Blindfold naked tag." [see diary 3].

"Oh. Can we play it?"

"Later." For now I simply wanted to enjoy and explore this new 7-year-old girl.

So, okay, yes readers... I had all kinds of foreplay, canoodling and sex with little Sacha all through the night. I don't want to bore you with too much detail, as I'll be describing these things on and off for the next 11 months with Amy anyway. Here's the outline of it, though:

I stripped off, revealing my upright shaft to her. She murmured something about it being `same size' - as Glenn's, I presume.

I scooped her up onto the bed, rolled around a bit, making her frown at first but then she started laughing.

A very long session of just having her lay there on her back while I caressed her all over and kissed at her chest (all skinny ribs, that), neck (I wanted to bite it for some reason), ears, face and mouth. A long time was spent on mouth.

Continued mouth-kissing with me sat up against the headboard and Sacha squatting around my hips. She spontaneously started to masterbate me like this too, until I told her to stop. I didn't want to cum yet.

Tried a 69 with her on top. It wasn't quite possible because of our sizes. We had to alternate between me licking her while she handled me, and her sucking me while I merely gazed up at the close view of her crotch. It's a lovely thing having a small girl-child body climbing all over you with her genitalia over your face. I didn't plan it but I came this way - in her glorious soft little mouth, with her butt in the air being groped by me.

"Did I do okay?" she asked, smacking her lips and coughing a little afterwards. Some of it drooled over her chin.

"Yes, you were very good," I gasped, rolling my eyes to the ceiling.

At this point, I had heard Glenn grunting next door, closely followed by some wretching from Amy. Gradually her little sharp coughs died down, and there was silence for quite a while after that, save for a bit of soft talking from Glenn.

The rest of my night involved bum-stroking and kissing of Sacha, a session of cunt-licking with her laying at the end of the bed, and a cum over her chest. Our baby-making game would be tomorrow, but judging by the little squeals from Amy, Glenn had already played that game tonight.


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