Inside Mary
By Pedo Paul
(Mf,Mg, Mggg, MfF)
If you wish this story to continue, It will.

This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to anyone, living or dead is in your imagination, not mine.

“Good morning,” I said through sleepy eyes. Mary was sucking on my cock and giggling. Sally, her mother, was licking her little 5-year-old pussy.
Sally and Mary had moved into my place almost a year ago. Sally, at that time sixteen, and the mother of a very precocious four year old, had told me her life’s story: a boy of sixteen had fucked her one time, got her pregnant, married her to stay out of jail, and then, as soon as Mary was born, deserted both of them. She told me of a father that had called her a “slut” and “whore.” He then told her that no man could ever love her again, and threw her and her two-month-old baby out of the house. I took them in, after explaining I was a pedophile. Since then Sally, now almost seventeen is back in school (and has a straight “A” report card). I had arranged that she test the grades and was placed in the 11th grade. Next year she will graduate from high school. We have already chosen her college.
But, back to today. Mary turns five today and she has told me that she wants me to fuck her in her little pussy. For the last year, Sally and I have licked her pussy and finger fucked her. Stretching and expanding her tiny pussy hole. Yesterday she showed us she could shove sally’s dildo halfway in. I asked her what she wanted for her birthday and she smiled, “Your cock, Daddy. I want it in my pussy.” … So, the time had come.
“Mary, honey?” I said.
Her lips came off my cock and she licked the head before she said, “Yes, Daddy?”
“Would you like to have Daddy shove his hard cock into your pussy right now?” As I spoke, I watched her face light up as if she had just met Santa Claus.
“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me. Fuck me. Please, please, please!” She punctuated each word by bouncing on the bed “Daddy, I’ve waited so long.” She started to throw her legs over me, straddling my body. She had seen Sally do this many times; squat over me and lower herself onto my cock, but her legs were not long enough to do it properly.
“Honey, why don’t you let daddy get on top this time.” I smiled and rubbed her cute little ass with my hand.
“O.K.,” she said as she flung herself onto her back next to me. “But, hurry Daddy. Please, hurry!”
I rolled over onto my hands and knees and positioned the head of my cock over her small fuck hole. “Honey, let’s take it slow, daddy’s cock is pretty big compared to your little pussy.”
“It’ll fit daddy, I have been using momma’s dildo for two months. Push, daddy. Push!”
I leaned forward and my cock slipped into her warm, wet and, even with dildo use, very tight pussy.
“Yessss…’ Mary gasped as my cock filled her tiny cunt. “Oh, Daddy, more… put in more…” Her little girl voice rose in pitch. She was almost screaming, “Fuck me…” with a thrust of her hips against my cock, “Fuck me…”, and other thrust, “Fuck me, Daddy!” on the third thrust her whole body began to shake… she was having a massive orgasm.
Her pussy walls rippled and clamped on my cock. It was all I could take; I filled her little cunt with my sperm. I was cumming so hard I thought I might not be able to stop. I slammed my cock into her, and felt the end of my cock hit her cervix. She started orgasming all over. This time she twitched, whimpered and passed out.
Sally looked concerned for a second until she looked down at Mary’s face. There was a Cheshire cat smile on her face and she was breathing deeply, but normally. Sally looked at me and started crying.
“I love you so much; you have done so much for me and Mary. I will owe you forever.” Her arms were around my neck in a fierce grip.
“No, Sally,” I said, as I gently run my hand down her naked back. “You have paid me in full for everything.” She wiggled her cute ass against my hand. “No, sweetheart, not with sex. You paid me with four words, “I love you, Daddy.” And, Sally, I will always love you… and Mary… very much.”
As we were talking, Mary woke up. She began to wiggle; that is when I realized my cock was still inside of her little pussy. And, even though I had just cummed what felt like a gallon of sperm, I was still hard.
“Mmmm… Ah…” The little girl said with half open eyes. “Oh, Daddy! That was wonderful. Can we do it again?”
Sally giggled and said to her daughter, “Your little pussy might get sore.”
“I don’t care mommy. I like having daddy’s cock in me. I liked it when his cum filled me. I want him to fuck me all day long!”
I, carefully, rolled over onto my back and kept my cock buried in Mary’s pussy. “Well, sweetheart. Today my cock is yours to do what you want.”
“Yea!!” And Mary began to squirm. She put her hands on my belly and began raising herself a couple of inches and then falling onto my cock.
“Oh! Yes!” Bounce, “Unhuh!”
“Fuck!” Bounce, “Unhuh!”
“Good!” Bounce, “Ugh!”
“More!” Bounce, “Ooh!”
“Cum!” Bounce, “Ahh!”
“Daddy!” Bounce, “Yes!”
“More!” Bounce, “Please!”
“Cum!” Bounce, “Please!”
On the last “Please!”, she began to whimper again and started squirming very fast. Her head was thrown back, and her eyes rolled back. Her pussy began spasming rapidly and she kept mumbling, “More cum, need more cum.” Suddenly she slamed herself down on my cock and went rigid. Her pussy was clamping frantically and she was gasping. I began to splatter the inside of her tiny cunt with sperm. I made an upward thrust, Mary slumped forward, my now soft cock slipped from Mary’s pussy, and Sally sucked my cock into her mouth. Sucking and licking my limp cock until it was clean.
I rolled Mary off my stomach and onto her back. I placed a pillow under her head and Sally pulled the sheet over her. Sally and I went into the kitchen for breakfast.
As she placed my breakfast in front of me, Sally said, “You know, I met a woman in the park with a little daughter about two years older than Mary.”
“Really?” I asked as I took a sip of milk.
“Yes, and she said she had seen you, me and Mary in the park. She commented on how often Mary and I would come and hug you.”
This caused me some concern. “Did she ask you about our relationship?”
“No… Not really… But, she did ask me if you could love all little girls so much, or just your two daughters.” Sally smiled, “I told her, “My daddy has a heart big enough to love the whole world.””
“Umm.” I was still concerned until sally went on.
“She told me her husband walked out on them. She said he left her with nothing but three daughters… all under ten.” Sally took a seat opposite me at the table. “She said she works at an insurance company as a typist. She says that she leaves for work at 5:00a.m. to get a bus downtown and she doesn’t get home until 7:30 or 8:00p.m. She told me that the cost of babysitters was almost half of what she earned.”
“Sally, honey,” I said as I finished my eggs. “Just what are you leading up to?”
“Daddy,” sally seemed scared. I waved her to me and sat her on my lap. “Daddy, she asked me if her daughters could come to our house while she is at work.”
“What did you tell her, sweetheart?” I said softly.
“I,” gulped Sally, “I told her that I would ask you.”
“Sally, honey,” I squeezed her waist and pulled her to me. “I have to think about this. Did you tell her when you would give her an answer?”
“Yes, daddy,’ Sally said softly, “I said I would be in the park today and I would try to have an answer.” Her voice was shaking by the time she finished speaking.
“Baby,” I said as I kissed her forehead, “You did right.” As I talked, I could feel her relax. “Sweetheart, we need to talk this over with Mary. And then I will talk to the lady.”
“Jennifer.”
“Huh?”
“Her name is Jennifer.”
Sally and I discussed the idea for another hour and then Mary came into the kitchen rubbing her eyes. “Daddy!” with a shout of glee, she ran to us and clambered up onto our joint lap. “Daddy! I love you!”
I laughed and said, “I love you, too. My little fuck toy.”
Mary laughed but as she squirmed on Sally’s lap, Sally asked her, “Have you gone pee yet?”
“No, momma, I heard you and daddy talking and I wanted to talk, too.” She said in her “grown-up” type voice.
“Well,” Sally laughed, “You go to the bathroom and pee. We want to talk to you, too.”
Mary jumped down and started for the door, she stopped and ran back, leaned over and kissed the head of my cock and then her momma’s pussy, “Be right back.”
“You know Sally,” I said staring after Mary’s bare butt, “I sure love the way you girls say, “I love you.””
Sally got up to get Mary’s breakfast ready and she bent over and kissed the head of my cock, “Be right back.”
I laughed and patted her cute little butt, “Love you, too.”
Mary came into the room and climbed into her chair. “O.K.,” she said with a “serious” little girl face, “Let’s talk.”
As sally sat a bowl of Cheerios and a glass of orange juice in front of Mary she said, “Mary, do you remember the lady in the park and her daughter Sissy?”
“Yes, I like Sissy.” Mary said around a spoonful of Cheerios, “She thinks my daddy is hassom.”
“Handsome.” I corrected.
“Yeah,” gulp, “Handsome.”
“Well, what would you think if she came over here during the day?” Sally asked.
“Yea!” Mary squealed, “She would love it!”
“Oh?” I asked, “How do you know that?”
“Well,” Mary seemed nervous, “I accidentally told her that we don’t wear clothes very often.”
“Mary,” Sally said in a stern voice. “We talked about this. You are not supposed to tell anyone about our family.”
“I’m sorry… mommy… daddy…” tears were forming in her eyes, “”I’m sorry.”
I spoke softly, “Mary, honey, if you tell the wrong person, like a teacher, or neighbor, they would take you away from us.”
Crying hard, Mary jumped down from her chair, ran round the table, jumped into my lap, and threw her arms round my neck. “Daddy! No! Don’t let them! I’ll be good! I’m sorry!” By this time, Mary was almost hysterical.
I spoke softly while holding her close, “Honey, you must not talk about anything that we do with each other. There are people that are very sick out there. They think that it is wrong for a daddy to love his little girl.” I kissed her forehead, “Now, it is O.K. … This time… Daddy will fix it. But, you must remember how sick these people are.”
“O.K.,” Mary’s voice was shuddering with the last of her sobs. “I won’t do it again, Daddy.”
“I am sure you won’t, sweetheart.” I smiled down at her, “And, I love you, very much.” She smiled and hugged me with all the strength in her five-year-old arms and I pretended to be strangling and rolled my eyes. 
She squealed with delight and started kissing my face with little girl kisses, “I love you, Daddy!”
“So, Mary, should I talk to Sissy’s mom, and invite the girls to come here?”
“Yes, Daddy. I like Sissy.”
I looked at Sally and said, “O.K., Sally, you can tell… Jennifer… that I will talk to her this afternoon.”
“Thanks, Daddy.” Sally also hugged me. 
With so much naked female flesh pressing on me, it is unnecessary to say, my cock began to respond. Especially considering Mary was foundling it now.
“Daddy, will you fuck me again? Please?”
“Well, sweet heart, I promised that today it was yours to do with as you please.”
“Yea!” She rose up and placed the head of my cock at the opening to her tiny fuck hole. Sally leaned in and slobbered over my cock. It was just enough to make it snap in.
“Ugh!” Mary said with surprise on her face. “Daddy, it’s too big! My pussy got small.”
I eased her up and off my throbbing cock, “Sweetheart, your little pussy got fucked hard this morning and it is going to be a little sore for a couple of days.”
“But, Daddy, I want to fuck!”
“I know, sweetheart,” I said, as I signaled Sally to bring the present that was wrapped in red foil and tied with a white ribbon, “and I think this gift will help.”
I handed her the gift and she ripped the paper off the box. Mary opened the box and began squealing with delight. “Whee! It’s just like mommy’s! Yea!” Suddenly she turned to me, “You are still going to fuck me, aren’t you? I can have both, can’t I? The vibator and you?”
“Yes, Mary, you can have both.” Sally said as she reached over and showed Mary how to adjust the speed. 
As soon as it began humming, Mary slid it down her vulva and pushed until it hit her clit. “Ahhhhh, Goood! Oooh!” Mary purred.
Sally said, “Take it into the bedroom. I’ll be right there.” Turning to me, “I have to get her some K.Y. jelly or her pussy will get so sore she won’t be able to pee.”
That afternoon I was working on a short story for one of the science-fiction magazines when Sally and Mary returned from the park. Jennifer and her three daughters were with them.
“Daddy,” Sally called from the front room “I brought Jennifer and her girls to see you.”
“I’ll be there in a minute, Sally, get Jennifer and the girls something to drink.” I began saving my work and closing down the computer. Since I always copied my work to a diskette or CD in addition to the hard drive, it took me about five minutes to close completely down.
When I walked into the front room Mary jumped up from where she was sitting and ran at me. She jumped with her arms out-stretched. I caught her and spun her around, then hugged her. “Well, birthday girl, do you love your daddy?”
She answered by giggling and covering my face in kisses. “Love you.” Kiss “Love you.’ Kiss. “Love you.” Kiss, “Love you.”
Finally, I made my way over to the couch where Sally sat and I sat beside her with Mary on my lap still hugging my neck. Sally snuggled next to me and held onto my arm. I leaned over and kissed the top of her head. I spoke to Jennifer, “I am so glad to meet…” the rest of what I was going to say was stopped. I looked at Jennifer, and she was crying. I nudged Sally and Mary onto the floor. “Are you alright?” I leaned toward Jennifer and asked in a concerned voice. Turning my head to Sally as Jennifer buried her face in her hands, “Sally, get the Kleenex. Mary, take the girls into the bedroom and play. O.K.?”
Mary looked at Jennifer and said, “O.K., Daddy.” As Mary started to leave the room with Jennifer’s daughters, who all looked concerned at their mother’s tears, she ran over to Jennifer and hugged her, “Don’t worry. My Daddy can fix anything.”
Once Mary and the three girls had gone into the bedroom and Sally had brought the box of Kleenex, I asked Jennifer softly, “What’s wrong? Can I do anything?”
Jennifer wiped her eyes, I noticed they were emerald green and set off her red hair wonderfully, and then she straightened her back and said, “I saw you love your girls, and I felt bad that my girls can never know that kind of love from a father. My ex-husband beat me; he beat the girls and never once told them he loved them – or me.’ She sobbed once and went on, “I think you should know I am twenty-two and Sissy is ten.” She paused, holding her breath. She seemed to be waiting for me to condemn her. It shocked her when, suddenly, Sally giggled. Jennifer looked at Sally and then at me. I was smiling. Jennifer’s face reflected her puzzlement. I nodded at Sally, “I think you and Jennifer need to talk, sweetheart. I am going to fix dinner.” Standing and turning to Jennifer I said, “Nothing special, I am going to make some meatloaf and mashed potatoes. When you girls are though with your talk, you cam help me set the table.” I smiled at Jennifer and left the room.
Sally sat on the couch facing Jennifer. She smiled and spoke softly, “Jennifer, Mr. Paul is one who understands. So do I.” Sally paused and then said, “Mr. Paul is not my Daddy. He is my lover. And Mary is not my sister… she is my daughter…” Sally told her story and finished by saying, “Mary and I have been with him since he moved in here. That was a year ago.” She smiled at Jennifer, “You see, Mr. Paul is a pedophile. But, he does not stop at just loving children, he loves me, too. And I know that he would never harm either Mary or me.” Sally sat back and waited.
Jennifer sat on the other end of the couch and was silent as tears ran down her cheeks. Finally, she spoke in a tearful voice, “I wish I had met Mr. Paul when I was twelve.” She sniffed, “But, I am too old now.”
“”No. you’re not.” I had spoken softly. I had heard the last exchange as I had been standing in the door to announce that dinner would be ready in thirty minutes. Jennifer jumped in her seat and spun around to look at me.
“I… I…” Jennifer sputtered.
“Jennifer, you are loveable. And I think any man would be lucky to have you.” I looked at Sally and she was grinning from ear to ear. She nodded her head up and down very fast. “I would be proud to love you.”
Jennifer started crying and sally moved next to her and put her arms around her. “I want you to live here, too. I am sure Mary wouldn’t mind…” Sally giggled… “But, today is her birthday and daddy is hers today.”
Jennifer’s eyes widened, “Do you mean…”
“Yes,” Sally said, “Daddy loves her and she loves him… it was her choice – Daddy never makes anyone do anything that they do not want to do.”
“But, she is so small. Can she…?”
“Yes, that was her birthday present. Daddy asked her what she wanted for her birthday today.” Sally giggled again, “She said, in her most grown up voice,’ I want daddy to fuck my pussy.’” Sally was still giggling, “It took her almost a half an hour of trying, but she got it in.” Sally laughed as she continued, “She fell asleep afterward, and now her pussy is a little swollen so she can’t fuck her daddy anymore today. You should have heard her, “My pussy got small!”” Sally said imitating Mary’s petulant voice.
Jennifer looked at me and opened her mouth, then closed it again. She started again, and stopped. I waited patiently.
“Mr. Paul, would you fuck me and my daughters?”
“Jennifer, that is not for me to decide.” I said softly and smiling, “That is for you to decide – about you. You daughters must make that decision for their selves. I will not ask them to fuck me and neither should you.
“It is something we must discuss with all of the kids, but the final decision is theirs.”
Jennifer got up and walked into the bedroom where the children were playing. She came back a few minutes later with Mary and her daughters following her. She sat on the couch and had her daughters sitting beside her. Sissy the ten-year-old, then Crystal the eight-year-old, then the youngest, Claire aged six.
Jennifer turned to face her girls and spoke in a tentative voice, “Girls, Mr. Paul has invited us to live with him and Sally and Mary.” The three girls were smiling and almost bouncing in their seats. “Now, there is something you need to know. But, before we talk about it, I want you to promise you will never tell anyone about what we say. It will be your choice of what we do.” Jennifer paused, “Sissy, Crystal, Claire… Will you promise?”
The three girls said as one, “Yes, momma, we promise.”
The next half hour was spent explaining the relationship between Sally, Mary, and me. The girls were quiet and listened carefully. When Sally had finished her part of the story, Sissy was the one that asked a question.
“Sally,” she spoke very softly, “Does Mr. Paul beat you when you are bad?”
Sally turned to her and held her hand, “Sissy, Mr. Paul never, ever, beats the ones he loves.”
Mary spoke up in a child’s excited voice, “I did something bad, and daddy still loves me.” She giggled and said, “But, he growls like a bear.”
I slowly walked over to the girls and took Sissy’s hand, “Sweetheart, I love little girls. And when you love someone, you never hurt them.”
Sissy’s eyes showed some fear, but there was hope there, too. “Mr. Paul,” Sissy said slowly, “My daddy said that we were not worth loving. We were always bad and he had to beat the badness out of us.”
“Mr. Paul,” Crystal’s voice was also soft. Not out of politeness, but out of fear. “Did you…” She stopped when I turned toward her and she cringed.
“It’s alright, darling,” I said with a smile, “you can ask me anything you want.” I looked at her posture and added, “I promise that I won’t get mad.”
“Did you…” Crystal said and seemed to hesitate, “Did you really fuck Mary today?” Crystal leaned farther away from me as if expecting a blow. My heart was hurting. She had never known a male figure that loved her, and her only experience was pain.
Instead of answering her, I called Mary over to me. I put my arm around Mary and asked her, “What did you want for your birthday gift today?”
Mary smiled like a pixie, “I wanted my daddy’s cock in my pussy.”
“And…” I prompted.
He smile was radiant. “I got it – Twice!” Then a frown came on her face. “But, my pussy got small again and it hurts so daddy won’t fuck me again until my pussy is better.”
 Sissy spoke again, “Do you want to fuck us?” She nodded at her sisters.
I squeezed her hand slightly, “Honey, it is not that way here. You have to decide about that and then, if you want to fuck, you have to first,” I held up one finger, “ask your mother for permission and then,” I held up a second finger, “you have to ask me. It is always your choice.” I paused and looked into the eyes of each of the three girls, “I will love you even if you chose not to want to fuck.” I was surprised when Claire got up and walked over to her mother.
“Momma,” Claire said firmly, “Can Mr. Paul fuck me? Please.” Immediately her question was followed by a twin chorus of, “Me, too! Me, too!”
Tears were once again rolling down Jennifer’s cheeks, but her smile was proof they were tears of joy. “Yes, girls, but you have to ask Mr. Paul, too.”
The three girls came over and stood in front of me. Each girl stepped forward and, one at a time, and said, “Mr. Paul, will you please fuck me?”
I waited until the last girl had spoken I smiled, “Yes, I will fuck you.” The three cheered. “But…” I went on, “not today.” The smiles faded. “Today is Mary’s birthday and I promised her that I would be hers today.” The smiles came back some.
“How about tomorrow?” Sissy asked.
“Well, who wants tomorrow?”
Sissy spoke, “Claire.” She turned to her sister, “You asked first.”
We all sat to dinner and Jennifer’s girls and Mary were already sisters. The giggling and laughing was music to my ears.
Without warning, Mary piped up, “Daddy, I want cum.” She slid off her chair and walked around the table and started unzipping my fly.
“Mary, why don’t you wait until after dinner?”
“Daddy,” she smiled up into my face and then turned her head to Sissy and winked, “you promised your cock was mine today.”
Jennifer giggled, “A promise is a promise.”
Suddenly Mary’s lips were around my cock and she was sucking for all she was worth. I felt the tingle in my balls grow to a boiling point. I told Mary, “O.K., honey, here is your cum.” As I spoke, I started erupting into her mouth.
“Mmmmm,” Mary hummed.
Finally, I stopped cumming and quickly Mary ran around the table to the three girls and dribbled cum into their open mouths, like a mother bird feeding her chicks.
“Unhuh, oh God!” Jennifer grunted. She had just had a massive orgasm of her own.
The month following Mary’s fifth birthday was a busy one. I had made enough money in the last year from my books and magazine articles to be able to buy the apartment building we lived in. I paid cash (well, a Cashier’s Check really.) It took three weeks for the title to clear escrow. 
Once I received the title, I began the modifications to my apartment and the ones on either side of mine. I had rented them the day after Sally and Mary had moved in. Doorways were cut through to each and the kitchen and dinning room enlarged. The apartment on the left became the bedrooms for Jennifer’s three girls. Each child had her own room. So did Sally and Jennifer. I had my bedroom in the apartment on the right. I know, sounds weird. But, you must remember the children had all suffered from some kind of abuse, and so did Sally and Jennifer. I never went into any of their rooms unless the owner asked me. I never asked for permission, I never invaded their space without being asked first.
So, in doing that, I allowed each girl control over her self. They still had chores to do, and school to attend. And, of course, sucking and fucking as a reward. All of the girls attended the same school and they understood that their education came before sex. Sex was used as a reward for good grades or a strong effort. Sissy loved the arraignment; she was a straight “A” student starting the week after her and her sisters moved in. And, to my delight, Sissy was addicted to the taste of cum.
Claire and Crystal were “B” students and held their grades high. Claire loved to have a slow, deep fuck about once a month.  Crystal was still somewhat fearful of having a man come too close. I learned from Jennifer that her ex-husband had put Crystal in the hospital with a broken arm for asking for more potatoes one night at the dinner table.
I did not say anything to Jennifer or her children, but I hired a private detective to find the bastard. He was located in Chicago, and I arranged for his arrest. It cost me a hundred-thousand for the cocaine and twenty-thousand more to plant it in his apartment. The call to the D.E.A. was made, stating that he was selling coke to school kids. He got thirty years hard time (no parole). Of course, he filed many appeals but the physical evidence was too much. He will do everyday. Crystal learned that loving doesn’t hurt.
Jennifer and her daughters stayed with us for three years. Then Jennifer found a nice man who adored her and her children. Yeah, you guessed it; I set that up, too. He was a long time friend and a fellow pedophile. Unlike me, he had only dreamed about it – until he married Jennifer. But, that is another story.

