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The Pact
Author: Broadsword
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Keywords: M/girls 6-12, M/g10, ped,
oral, anal, 1st, lesbian, rom, some bdsm.
Warning!
This
fictional story contains sexually explicit material involving minors. If you do
not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE LEAVE
NOW!
If you wish to
read material of this type, then read on and enjoy.
Summary:
Author’s Notes: A full list of the
characters in this story may be found at the end.
It is recommended that before you read this story, you first read ‘The
Birdwatcher’ and ‘The Allotment’.
CHAPTER 1
New Beginnings
He had an idyllic home life, wasn’t short of money, and wondered if
perhaps the time had come for a change of direction. The rain had increased, as
he neared home, and as his headlights swung across his driveway, he caught
sight of the ‘sold’ board outside his new, large house, which he’d moved into a
few days back. He had only moved half a mile, from his previous home, which had
become too small, as his household grew.
His new home and the house next door stood slightly apart from one
another, affording them considerable privacy and were some hundred yards distant
from any other neighbouring properties. He was now living with five preteen
girls, with whom he enjoyed regular sex, and the two mothers of three of them,
who also enjoyed similar activities with the girls.
“Hello darling,” said Cathy, his wife, “you’re just in time. This is
Rachel, our new next door neighbour.” Cathy and
“How do you do, Rachel?” said
“Rachel works at Anna’s school. She’s the administrator there,”
explained Cathy, as if reading his mind.
“Oh, yes,” he replied, “I thought I’d seen you before. Have you lived
here long?”
“No,” she answered, “only about a year. My daughter, Suzie and I used to
live on the other side of the village. We met Harry, he was local too. It
suited us all to set up home together. I am sort of his tenant, but I do his
housekeeping and stuff, as he’s hopeless at that sort of thing.”
“Oh,” said
“Bird watching,” she replied, feeling pleased with her riposte to his
cutting comment, “and what are you good at,
“Touché, Rachel,” he said smiling now, the pressures of the day finally
easing away. That knot in his neck letting-up.
“What I came round for,” she said after a moment, “was to ask you all
round for a barbeque, Sunday lunchtime.”
Just at that moment, there was a crack of thunder outside and a thumping
of many feet coming down the stairs, accompanied by squeals and giggles, as the
hoard of six girls charged into the room. In the lead was Anna,
Rachel had discovered quite a lot of things about herself over the last
year, since she had moved in as Harry’s housekeeper and discovering she had a
latent yearning to watch little girls was one of them. Her secret desire was to
have a relationship with a young girl, but knew it was fantasy and such things
never happened except in stories she had found on AO3, which she’d discovered
some months ago. She really wondered what sort of relationship Sierra had with
Gilly.
Rachel loved her daughter Suzie, and was now aware that Suzie had grown
an attachment to Harry and that the relationship had developed. Over the months
there had been many little incidents that she’d noticed, which individually
didn’t prove anything, but they had added up and so had confronted Suzie
earlier that week. She intended to speak to Harry tomorrow. She had let the
situation ride for three reasons: firstly, she wanted some thinking time, to
decide what to do about it; secondly, she wasn’t that well off and really
couldn’t afford to move out of the house and rent a suitable place for them to
live; and lastly, she found observing Suzie and Harry together extremely
arousing. It had suited her to pretend she noticed nothing.
Anyway, she was having an affair with Gerry, the headmaster of the
school she worked at and his wife, Angie, who suffered from M.S. She had known
them a long time and had been at university with them both. Every time Gerry
fucked her, she fantasised about Harry and every time she touched Angie, she fantasised
about Suzie. It suited Rachel very well, to let sleeping dogs lie.
“Mummy, Mummy,” squealed Suzie with excitement, as Suzie ran
across the living room floor in bare feet to make a major announcement, “Anna
lives here. You know Anna. She’s in my class at school. And
Sierra and Gilly. They’re in the year below me at school and Alice,
she’s in the year above and they all live next door now. Isn’t
that wonderful!”
“Yes, darling,” said Rachel, dutifully, “I’ve invited them all round on
Sunday to have a barbeque with us. Would you like that?”
“Yes,” said Suzie, before her face froze in consternation, “errr ……. I thought you were going to see Angie and Gerry, I’m
supposed to be meeting up with my friends, you know, they were going to come
round and use the pool on Sunday.” Rachel knew Suzie had formed a group of
girls from school, calling themselves “The Magnificent Seven”, who met at each
other’s homes. They were all in the same class at school. Strangely, she’d also
noticed they only seemed to come round to the house when she wasn’t there.
Harry always was, though. She wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing. Now
knowing what Suzie and Harry were doing, so perhaps it was a good thing.
“No. Angie has an hospital appointment. She had
to call off our, err, get together. Why not invite your friends along as well?”
suggested Rachel. “You all know each other from school anyway. It’ll be fun.
Bring your swimming costumes if it’s a nice day.”
And so the barbeque was set in motion. It would turn out to be the day
Harry and
Rachel made her excuses and left
“What do you think?” asked Cathy, looking at Ellen.
“You thinking what I’m thinking?” Ellen replied.
“I think so. She might like to join us one of these Tony days,” she said
referring to the young stud they visited regularly. She might be married to
“What the hell are you two jabbering about?” asked a bemused
“Come on,
He blinked, looking from one to the other.
“Put him out of his misery,” said Cathy.
“Rachel’s a little girl lover,” said Ellen. She paused a moment, smiling
at his aghast you-only-just-met-her expression, before
continuing: “She has never done anything she shouldn’t. at
least as far as we know, but she has wandering eyes. Everyone knows it.”
“I didn’t,” he replied, wondering if these women had telepathy or
something.
“No, you wouldn’t,” she said. “At the school gate, there is more
information exchanged than is ever seen on
“You two are outrageous. Talking about our new next
door neighbour behind her back. Anyway, isn’t it a case of the ‘pot
calling the kettle black’? I mean What would she say
if she knew what you two get up to?”
“You’re one to talk,” said Cathy, “I mean in the last twelve months, how
many preteen virginities have you taken?”
“Errr, that’s not the point,” he mumbled.
“It’s exactly the point,” she reposted. “Seven, by my
reckoning. And not a day goes by you don’t have at least two of those
five upstairs either together or one at a time and last Sunday morning, as I
recall, it was all five at once. Come on
“You two are incorrigible,” he said, grinning broadly. “Now what’s on
the menu tonight?” He had finally unwound from his long day in
Rachel and Suzie returned home to find Harry had spread a lot of
research books on birds across the dinning room table. His glasses were
balanced on the end of his nose, as he edited some photographs of a pair of
kestrels, always a sure sign he was deep in concentration. He glanced up and
smiled as Suzie came in. Rachel stood in the doorway, out of Harry’s line of
sight.
“I’ve just heard from the editor, Suzie,” he said, removing his glasses
and putting them into their case, snapping it shut, “that picture you drew of
the Mute Swan with her six cygnets will take the centrefold of Twitchers’ Monthly in September. They’re going to pay you
£2000 for it. Well done.” She ran over to him and threw her arms around his
neck and hugged and kissed him. He smiled and curled his hand around her
bottom, in a natural movement, before she went stiff, conscious of her mother
standing in the doorway. From her reaction, he realised what he’d done and
moved his hand to her shoulder. But too late, it was another marker in Rachel’s
book of memories.
She casually walked in and said: “we’ve been round to the new
neighbours, Harry. They seem nice people. I invited them round for a barbeque,
Sunday lunchtime. I hope that’s alright with you.”
“Sure,” he replied, “… oh, weren’t you going round to Angie and Gerry’s
Sunday…and Suzie has her friends coming over, doesn’t she?”
“Yes and yes,” said Rachel, “but the hospital called and Angie has an
appointment with the consultant, so they called off. I hope I won’t cramp your
style with all those little girls coming round.” He looked at her, trying to
gauge her meaning. He’d noticed many such innuendoes recently, and wondered
just how much Rachel knew about his relationship with her daughter and her
friends.
Harry was besotted with Suzie and she with him.
They both knew they would one day settle down and have children together, but now,
she was only ten years old and such thoughts were likely to get him into deep
trouble. Besides, her six friends kept him pretty busy on the evenings and weekends
when Rachel was visiting Angie and Gerry. It was an arrangement which suited
them both. Harry knew Rachel was having an affair with one or both of them, but
it seemed prudent to remain silent. But as time went on, he was becoming more sure that Rachel must know something was going on
between him and Suzie. Such an intense love couldn’t be hidden forever. He knew
sooner or later, there would be a reckoning. But at the same time, Harry knew a
great deal about Rachel. It suited them both to remain silent for the time
being.
“Anyway,” continued Rachel, “they’ve an interesting setup next door.
There’s
“What you mean they’re….lessie?” he asked,
showing a little more interest than he’d intended, another point mentally noted
by Rachel.
“Yes of course, Harry, what do you think I’ve been trying to explain to
you,” she said, eyeing his expression. “Anyway, I thought you said you’re gay.
“Oh, no, of course not,” he muttered, knowing full well he hadn’t kept
up that fiction for long after they’d met. “Do you want me to go shopping for the
barbeque?” he asked, trying to change the subject.
“You’re so transparent, Harry, you know that? I can read you like a book,”
she said, leaving the subject in the air. “Yes, of course, you go to the
supermarket in the morning, while I pop round and see how Angie is. You can
take Suzie with you. Anyway, I couldn’t stop her if I wanted to, could I?” She
said acidly, giving him a steady look under a raised eyebrow.
The following morning, clutching the shopping list Rachel had handed
him, Harry set off for the supermarket. Suzie said: “If we’re quick enough in
the shop, do you think we could get back in time for a quick….”
“Don’t even think about it, Suzie,” Harry responded, just a little
sharply.
“What’s up with you? Fed up with me? Found someone else?” she asked a
pout forming on her lip.
“No! You know I only love you, Suzie,” he said, more calmly. He paused,
before continuing: “It’s your Mum. I think she might suspect something is going
on between us.”
“Oh that,” she said dismissively, “I thought it was something serious.”
She went silent, knowing what was to follow.
“What …. what do you mean, Suzie? It is
serious,” he said, realising he was missing something here. He looked at her
grinning face. “Alright, you, out with it you little monkey, what’s going on?”
Suzie giggled the way only she could. It was one of the levers she used
to make his resolve melt instantly when she wanted get her way over something.
She put her bendy finger to her lower lip and looked coquettishly up at him.
“You know you had to go to
“Hmm,” he said, as he turned into the supermarket car park, “what of
it?”
“Well I just asked Mum what she gets up to when she goes over to Angie
and Gerry’s so often and for so long.” She said, as if asking when her next
Amazon delivery would come. “And she just said: ‘the same as you and Harry get
up to when I’m not around.’ …..Watch that trolley, Harry! Oh! I think you hit
it. You probably scraped the car. You’re not a very good driver, Harry.”
There was a pause, before he said: “Yes, and ……?”
“I think you might have to have the scratch repaired Harry,” she giggled
in her hypnotic way again.
“No, you know perfectly well what I’m asking, you little minx,” he said,
trying to reverse the car into a wide parking bay without crashing into another
vehicle, while his mind raced over her comment.
“Mum knows what you and I have been doing,” said Suzie matter-of-factly.
“She pretended she wasn’t doing anything with Angie and Gerry, when I asked
her, and I said I didn’t believe her. She said you and I have been fucking and
I denied it and she said she didn’t believe me either. We had a bit of a fight,
then after a long silence, we both told each other the truth. I cried, then she hugged me. She said we had to move out, and I cried
again, telling her I loved you and how you had become my friend, when no one
apart from her wanted to know me, because I had helped Dad when he stole from
those people and that man died, and how you helped me by breaking up the ‘Gang
of Ten’, and helped me make new friends, and helped us find a place to live,
and………”
“And what?” he probed.
“And gave me love, real love, and taught me how to love you,” she said,
almost shyly.
“So what happened then?” he asked carefully, switching the engine off,
unclipping his belt and leaning back in his seat, now able to look at her
expression, realising this wasn’t a flippant thing in her mind, as she had
tried to pass it off as.
“She didn’t say anything for a long time. Then she eventually said she
wasn’t happy about it, but she said she didn’t want to lose me and that she
understood my feelings and would think about it. You were still away in
“Oh look,” Suzie said pointing to a car parking at the far end of their
line of cars. Despite many empty spaces nearer the shop, “that’s Cathy’s car,
you know, our new neighbour.” They watched as Cathy got out of the car, and
pushed her hair back behind her ear. “That’s Ellen,” said Suzie, indicating a
second woman, “Sierra’s Mum”. The two women walked hand in hand towards a gap
in the perimeter fence and across the street beyond. They knocked on a door,
and a young man in his early twenties opened the door to them, kissed them both
and closed the door after they’d stepped inside. At that time, Harry knew everything
about Tony. He also knew a lot about Cathy and Ellen, even though they’d only
just moved in next door.
“But I know she’s going to talk to you soon, Harry,” she said, sounding
less flippant now. “I think if she was going to do something like cut your nuts
off, she’d have done it by now. So I guess we won’t be having nuts for dinner
tonight!”
“You young lady need to be put over my knee and given a spanking,” he
grinned at her.
“What, like you did to Rosie, you mean?” she asked coquettishly,
referring to when the dark haired eleven year-old, who had come round and asked
to be tied up during her sleepover. He rolled his eyes, both of them laughing
now.
“If we’re not having nuts for dinner, we’d better get into the
supermarket and buy something else.
When they returned home, Harry picked up a note Rachel had left on the
table. It read: “At Angie and Gerry’s. Back late afternoon.
I’ve had lunch, so carry on without me.”
“Your Mum says she won’t be back until late afternoon. Your friends
won’t be over for another hour. Are you hungry, Suzie?” he asked, grinning at
her, “We can have lunch if you want.” Two minutes later, they were both naked
in his bed ‘eating’ one another.
CHAPTER 2
The First Pact
That same Saturday afternoon, the girls had all come round and were in
the pool, swimming, naked, like always. Harry always gave them space during
this time, and was casually looking out of the kitchen window, waiting for some
snacks to heat up in the oven. His eyes wandered over each one of them,
remembering their differences, their desires and passions and demands;
remembering what each of their vaginas felt like as they slid up and down his
cock. He looked at Jo. He’d had an incredible weekend with her, just two weeks
before, when she came round for her sleepover. The last of
Suzie’s six friends to do so. His mind drifted back to that amazing
forty eight hours.
“They look like they’re all enjoying themselves,” said Rachel. Harry’s
head spun round, shaking him out of his reverie. He hadn’t realised she’d
returned home, let alone caught him watching seven naked preteens swimming in
his pool. “Your tongue’s hanging out Harry,” she quipped, “better put It away
before you trip up on it! I just came back to err, pick up something, I forgot.
I won’t be a mo, then I’ll leave you to it.” Quite
what she meant by ‘it’, he couldn’t imagine.
Rachel went upstairs and found her vibrator, in the drawer where she
kept it. She was just picking it up, when she saw damp glinting on it. She
carefully lifted it to her nose, and smelt the unmistakable scent of little
girl musk. Even now, she could recall her own smell, when she was that age. It
was the same. She smiled to herself. Suzie was growing up, finding herself. She
looked out of the window, overlooking the pool and watched the naked girls
swimming around. She knew she should have run down there, remonstrating with
them to put their costumes on, but found the experience very arousing.
Even as she looked, she watched the beautiful long blond haired ten year-old
girl called Jo, move over to Suzie, near the shallow end of the pool. She
watched entranced, as they put their arms around one another and started to
kiss. She could see it wasn’t just a kiss, but a full open mouth to open mouth
tongues exploring kiss, while each girl explored between the other’s thighs.
She saw movement there and knew this was not the first time they’d done this,
and even as she watched, saw their knees bend in reaction to the intense
sensations they gave each other, in just a few seconds.
As if a signal was given, the other five girls grouped up, another pair
and a threesome, all rubbing each other in a similar way to Jo and Suzie.
Rachel had never seen anything quite like this and certainly nothing as
arousing. She realised she had been unconsciously rubbing herself almost from
the start. Without hesitation, she switched on the sticky vibrator in her hand,
and lifting her skirt, pulled her panties to one side and applied the tip to
her most sensitive place. She shuddered at the contact, knowing she would cum
in moments, like her daughter had just done.
“Nice to watch little girls playing in the garden, isn’t it?” Harry said
quietly standing, looking over her shoulder at the girls beyond in the pool.
“Ohmy
“Here, Rachel let me help you with that,” he said, placing one arm
around her shoulder, in support and taking the vibrator from her grip, which
she’d almost dropped. The end was pressed into her opening, and as he held it,
he felt her dip slightly, bending at the knees, pushing herself over the toy,
increasing the pressure and pleasure. “Look what Jo’s doing to your little
girl, Rachel,” coaxed Harry, twisting and pushing the plastic shaft into her.
“She must have at least three fingers in Suzie’s pussy, wouldn’t you say? Would
you like Jo to do it to you, Rachel?” She moaned in response. “Would you like
me to ask her for you?” Rachel was shaking now, right on the cusp. “Or any of the other girls down there, Rachel. If I ask
them, they’ll do it for me. Which girl would you like, Rachel?”
Suddenly her legs went from under her, and she would have fallen but for
his arm supporting her weight. She was climaxing hard, and even as he twisted
her round and laid her on the bed beside them, she was grabbing his wrist with
one hand, pulling the toy hard into her and holding her gusset to one side with
the other. Harry looked at her pussy. She had shaved, and it looked small and
compact. She shuddered as her orgasm came to an end. She looked up at him and
instead of being embarrassed, as he’d expected, she smiled and stroked his
cheek tenderly with her fingers.
“Well,” she purred, “seems like the cat’s out
of the bag, for both of us.”
“How do you mean, Rach?” he asked naively.
She cocked an eyebrow in disbelief, propping herself up on one elbow, so
she could just see out of the window. “Seems we both want the
same thing. Those lovelies out there,” she flicked her head to the side,
indicating the group, who were still in their clinches, but now with other
partners.
“I don’t think…..” he started.
“Don’t give me that crap, Harry. I know you’ve been fucking Suzie…” she
started. Seeing he was about to interrupt. “Let me finish. You’ve been fucking
Suzie. My guess is from about the time I got my new job. I had my suspicions
months ago, and over the weeks, it became obvious. I had a little word with
Suzie. I thought about reporting you, moving out and breaking Suzie’s little
heart. Then I thought it through and realised if I let things ride for a while,
perhaps no harm was being done. Suzie didn’t know about my little secret. I
don’t mean Angie and Gerry, everyone seems to know
about that. No, my longing for,” she paused and pointed her
chin to the group outside, “well, without too fine a point on it, little girl
fanny. You’re the first one to find out. So it seems, Harry, my friend,
we now hold something over each other, don’t we?” her cocked eyebrow was back,
but with a half smile this time. “So I have a proposal for you, Harry. We have
a pact.” He blinked at her, pretending he hadn’t quite got her meaning. The
truth was, Harry knew a lot about Rachel’s desires.
Possibly more than she did herself.
Reading his face, she continued: “We will have a little understanding,
you and me. I will let you fuck Suzie. You were doing that anyway, so in a way,
that doesn’t count. I won’t even let on that you’ve been fucking those other
little girlies out there as well,” she jutted her chin towards the window
again. “You really are a naughty boy, Harry, do you know that?” The way she made
the comment was identical to the way Suzie called him a naughty boy, or perv on occasion. “Now, you might ask, what’s in it
for me. Well there are several things actually,” she paused to gauge his
reaction. “First of all, from now on there is no secrecy in this house. If You fuck Suzie, I want to know. In fact I might like to
watch – scrub that, I will want to watch. Secondly, those girls out there,” she
jutted her chin yet again, “you can fuck them as much as you like Harry, BUT,”
again she paused, “I get to watch and join in, as the mood takes me.”
Well that was quite a speech,” Harry said, as she took a breath, “is
that all?”
“No, I’ve not finished yet,” she said coolly. “You might think this pact
is all one sided. But, don’t forget I’m letting you have my daughter, and…….”
She smiled at him, “two more things. First, I know something which will
absolutely blow your mind, Harry.” This time it was his turn to cock an
eyebrow.
“As you know, I work in the school office,” she continued. “Well, when I
take my breaks, if the weather’s OK, I like to go outside and sit in the sun
for a while. There’s a private spot just outside the office, next to the bike
sheds. Anyway, a few weeks ago I was sunning myself, when I heard a group of
girls were inside the bike shed. They had sneaked in there. It’s usually kept
locked during the day, but someone lost the key, and well, it wasn’t. They must
have found it open and gone in. Well what I heard in those few minutes was
illuminating to say the least. They started to chat in low voices. I missed
some of it, but caught enough to get the gist. They were talking about their
holiday they’d had in
“The five girls have just moved in next door, and, the
Harry had known about the trip to
“Yes,” she said, unbuckling her skirt, “I’m going to lean my elbows on
the window cill and watch those girls down below, you, Harry my lad, are going
to fuck me from behind as hard as you can, while I watch them.”
From that moment on, Harry knew his life was changed forever. Rachel
reminded him of Margaret, the woman who had betrayed him, by making out they
had a future together, but then he found out she was already happily married
with children. But Rachel, although just as scheming, was essentially an honest
person, who’d had plenty of crap thrown at her by the vagaries of fate over the
years. She’d learnt to fight for everything in life. She’d nearly been made
homeless twice. The second time, it was Harry who had come to her rescue. And it
was that fact that had stayed her hand in reporting him. Now she was so glad
she hadn’t. But she was only interested in herself. She’d never been a good
mother to Suzie. Her upbringing almost an accident.
And it was indirectly because of her unintentional neglect,
Suzie had met Harry in the first place.
Harry was a realist, a pragmatist and as he pounded into Rachel’s hungry
cunt, he knew the Pact could work for him as much as for Rachel. Especially if she delivered the five girls who were going to live
next door. He glanced down at Suzie, as she played in the pool with her
friends. As if by telepathy, she looked up the window, and saw her Mum leaning
on the window cill, her breasts swinging back and forwards, and behind her, she
could see Harry, his hands on Mum’s shoulders. From their movements, there was
no mistaking what was happening. Harry wondered how the love of his life would
react to him fucking her mother. He was relieved when she smiled.
Suzie was now a very happy girl. She had been so worried, when Mum had
challenged her last Monday about her relationship with Harry. What neither of
them had realised, Harry suspecting Rachel’s change of attitude to him, at the
time, had planted some of his hidden bird watching cameras in strategic places,
and caught several short conversations between the two of them and so, when at
last she confronted him, he had already thought through all the permutations
and was quite relaxed about it. The Pact suited him very well and, as he was
about to cum in her he said: “Well Rachel, it seems we’re going to be partners
in crime from now on.” She didn’t respond, because at that very moment they
both crashed into their orgasms. Rachel immediately felt Harry’s cock swell and
spurt deep into her. It was the best fuck she’d had in many years. She wouldn’t
tell Gerry, even though she would keep going round to him and Angie.
By the time they got downstairs, the girls had left the pool and were
playing a game of tag on the lawn when they all saw Rachel, standing near the
house naked, but hand in hand with an also naked Harry, they instantly realised
something had happened. Unsure, seeing the school administrator naked, as they
were, they walked slowly over to the pair, knowing they would learn more.
“Girls, I want you to know,” said Harry a little pompously, “that Rachel
would like to join our little circle of friends. As you know, I agreed to teach
all of you about your bodies and how to gain maximum pleasure from them. Rachel
will be able to teach you many things as well, and I hope you will enjoy
learning everything she can show you.” The girls, now as relieved as Suzie,
crowded round, chatting and laughing. Harry noticed Rachel already had her arms
around Tamara and Mary’s waists, and her fingers trailed into the top of their bum
cracks. The girls didn’t show any objection at all. But more importantly, they
now knew they could come round any time they liked, and not just when Rachel
was visiting the headmaster for her twice weekly fuck.
CHAPTER 3
The Arrival of the Queen of
Sunday morning came round. It had rained overnight, but the sun was warm
enough to dry the grass by ten and it felt really hot by eleven. Harry had
cleaned and chem’d the pool and removed the bubble
cover. He’d checked the hidden cameras were all in place and their batteries
were fully charged. He had cleaned the barbeque and prepared the food, marinated
the meat, leaving it in the fridge until it was needed. As he worked, he
recalled how Rachel had lain on his bed, watching, not moving, as he’d fucked
Suzie. At first it had seemed a bit surreal, but in the end, he’d actually
found it a turn on. He knew Suzie did, from the way she clamped harder when she
came, than usual.
The first to arrive was Tamara, the beautiful ten year-old girl with
hazelnut brown skin, originally from
“Hello Mr. Swallowtail,” said Tamara, making him smile at the formal way
she still addressed him, despite their intimate relationship.
“Hello Tamara, or should I say
“That’s OK, Mr. Swallowtail. Suzie told me already. If I come round
after school one night this week, you would make it up to me then?”
“Sure Tamara,” he replied, “I’d like that very much. In fact, we’ll do
it any way you want.” He recalled the day, a few months’ ago, when Rachel was overnighting at Angie and Gerry’s. Tamara had come round
for her first sleepover. She had been the foremost of Suzie’s friends to do so.
Harry had made it clear to them that whereas he was willing to teach them all
about sex, he would only do so, if, for their first
time, they slept over, rather than having to rush home afterwards. She was the
shyest of the seven girls, and yet she was the most driven to learn about
everything she knew he could teach her, and had begged her Mum again and again
to let her sleepover at Suzie’s, until she finally relented.
Tamara had been dropped off by her father, who had come in for the beer
he’d obviously expected, and overstayed his welcome, quaffing the beer, then hinting for a second. This was a sleepover, and he was
cramping his daughter’s style, and eventually, even he realised it was time to
go. After he’d left, Suzie had taken Tamara upstairs to her room. Harry had no
idea what they were cooking up, but he knew Suzie would make sure Tamara’s
first time would be special for her friend and the man she now called Daddy,
when Mum wasn’t around. Her friend, because she was her friend and Harry,
because she’d promised him she would let him fuck her friends, as long as he
only loved her.
The two girls came slowly down the stairs and Harry was dumbstruck. They
were both wearing garments he’d never seen before. He found out later they’d
borrowed them from school friends. They were undersized, white leotards, the
sort without legs or arms. In fact they were so tight on them, the thin
stretchy material pulled tightly into every crack and crevice, showing off
their curvy shapes to perfection. Their mounds projected out towards Harry,
their clefts displayed as deep, deep camel toes.
The two walked over, one either side of him, even as he sat in his
chair, his erection now rising to the occasion.
“Daddy,” said Suzie in her simpering voice, knowing that Harry would
understand her joke when she said: “Tamara isn’t sure she feels alright.” For a
second, Harry thought Suzie meant Tamara was unwell, until he looked at Suzie’s
now grinning face again, who continued: “Would you check to see if she feels
alright?”
Harry didn’t need telling twice, and reached with both hands, cupping
the two girls’ mounds, letting his fingers slip into their clefts, even as he
felt them both parted their thighs for him. They both felt warm, hot even, as
his fingers explored, feeling their labia squeeze his fingers in at the sides,
the little lump of skin hinting where their clitties were hidden beneath and
the dips heralding the entries to their vaginas. He wasn’t sure, but he sensed
they were both damp already. He had a thought of slipping his fingers under the
elastic edge of their leotards, but they were so tight, he realised it wouldn’t
be easy, so contented himself in moving his fingers back and forth through
their panty-less, cotton covered pudenda. After a while, he could feel them
responding, rising, tensing.
“I have good news for you, Tamara,” he smiled up at her pretty dark
face, her eyes half closed, “you feel alright to me. In fact, you feel very
alright to me!” She smiled back, any nervousness she may have had dispelling by
the moment. “I have a nickname for you, Tamara,” he continued. She smiled,
wondering what he would say. “You have the regal Nubian features of someone
from ancient times. Perhaps you have heard of her. She was called the Queen of
Sheba.”
“Yes,” said Tamara, “my mother says where we lived in Ethiopia was close
to the ruins of the ancient city of Sheba. I was too young to remember anything
about it, when we moved to
“Well,” said Harry, “she was a legendary queen of great beauty. In fact,
she may have been almost as beautiful as you are.” Tamara blushed, loving his
silly praise. “So, I am going to call you
She rested her hand on his shoulder, as she straightened up again, a
look in her eyes suggesting she needed the toilet urgently. But Harry knew that
wasn’t the case at all. Her need was for something else far more urgent. Something which couldn’t wait another moment.
Tamara had been wet all day waiting for this moment. As soon as her Mum
had told her, yesterday afternoon, that she could come to the sleepover, she’d
had to go to the bathroom and while there, three touches on her clitty, and
she’d cum. The same happened last night twice more. And now Harry had just
touched her there and she’d cum again. Looking into his eyes, she reached down
and forced her fingers under the tight leg elastic, and dragged it across to
one side, letting him feel her properly, the way she wanted him to, needed him
to.
Harry, even as he pushed his fingers into her entry, feeling her pussy
clamping on his finger tip, sensed the urgency in Tamara, but didn’t want her
first time to be rushed and so a disappointment in hindsight. So he decided to calm
things down. He pulled his hands away from both girls, clamped them around
their rumps and stood up, lifting them both, one on each hip.
“Well, Suzie, do you think it’s time for your bath, now?” he asked,
making Tamara blink, as if she wasn’t quite following the conversation.
“Yes, Daddy,” Suzie replied, taking on her little girl voice she had
always adopted, when Harry bathed her. When Suzie was little, she had never been
bathed by her parents, after she was three or four, and had missed the
experience intensely, like an emotional vacuum in her mind. When Harry had come
into her life, he had filled that void beyond her hopes and dreams. Now,
whenever her Mum wasn’t around, she usually asked Harry to give her a bath.
What followed was always a special treat, but of a different sort. And so Harry
carried the two girls up the stairs, one in each arm.
Tamara realised this was not just going to be her first time, but it was
going to be a time she would remember for the rest of her life. She knew Harry
must be able to feel the wetness that was pouring out of her. As he carried
them up stairs, just the friction of his hand under her was making her cum. She
hoped he didn’t know. It would be so embarrassing.
Harry felt Tamara’s pussy convulsing against his fingers, as he carried
her up the stairs. It seemed to him that when she had pulled the gusset of her
leotard to one side, and he had caressed her, she had been cuming ever since. She
was certainly a livewire. He entered his bedroom, and laid the girls side by
side on his bed. Telling them not to move, he went quickly into the bathroom
and dropped the plug lever and turned on the taps. He automatically poured in
some bubble mixture, knowing Suzie loved it when she had a bath.
Returning to the bedroom, he found a strange situation had evolved.
Suzie was leaning over her friend, and Tamara was writhing on the bed. He
looked down, and could see the leg elastic of Tamara’s leotard had slipped back
and was pulled tight into her cleft. She was so hypersensitive now, it had sent her off into an intense, spontaneous
orgasm. She was crying out, her mind and body no longer belonging to one
another.
Suzie was worriedly looking at her friend and as Harry came in, she glanced
at him, her face communicating her concern. Looking at the
dark girl twisting and writhing on the bed, as if she was having a fit. Harry
soon realised the problem. He quickly moved to the bed and slipping his fingers
under the shoulder straps of the undersized leotard, pulled them outwards and
downwards, then lifting upwards, he slid her out of the leotard, pulling the
garment off her in a couple of seconds, leaving her naked on the bed, simmering
in the remnants of her climax.
It was a few seconds before Tamara regained her senses and in that time,
Harry had removed Suzie’s leotard as well. He leant to her ear and whispered.
She smiled and nodded back, before she swung her leg over Tamara in a well
practiced movement resulting in a girl-2-girl 69, burying her face in her
friend’s spread thighs. Tamara and Suzie were on familiar territory now. The seven
friends did this with each other, most times they met up. It was the main way
they showed their deep friendship for each other. Tamara’s mouth was watering
in anticipation as she sank her tongue deep into Suzie’s open cleft, seeking
her clitty to give her friend as much pleasure as she was receiving herself.
Tamara had arrived feeling naturally nervous, but already, she knew it was
going to be OK.
Harry, realising things had taken a new direction, quickly got up, went
into the bathroom and switched the taps off. Returning to the girls, he leaned
over the love of his life and started to lick slowly up through Suzie’s bum
crack. He knew she absolutely loved it when he did it slowly, particularly when
she was having her clitty attended to by one of her friends. He had tasted all
of the girls in the group of seven at one time or another, and perhaps it was
favouritism or maybe something else, but he always enjoyed licking Suzie’s anus
more than the others. Having said that, he loved theirs too.
As he continued to run his tongue back and forth through the valley between
Suzie’s buttocks, he glanced down and saw Tamara’s dark eyes look up, watching
his every movement.
He lifted himself up for a second, and in that moment, Tamara and Suzie
rolled over, so Tamara was now on top. Neither had taken their tongues from the
other’s vulva. Harry was ready, and as they settled, he noticed Tamara, being as
athletic as she was, had her knees either side of her own chest, forcing her
cleft wide open, her vagina and anus gaping holes for Suzie and Harry to lick
out. Suzie was already pressing hard into Tamara’s clitty, but Harry was
looking down at the dark girl’s spread buttocks, her little pink anus glinting
out from the centre of the round mounds of nut brown skin.
Harry quickly slipped his clothes off and climbed onto the bed, his
knees either side of Suzie’s head. Tamara’s own legs were folded out of the way.
His rampant cock settled in her dark valley. Throughout the last fifteen
minutes, Tamara had cum and cum. Although she had done this many times before
with her friends, the anticipation of what was to follow had heightened her
sensitivity, so the smallest touch set her off again. She knew Harry was
looking into her body, and she knew her bottom and pussy were opening and
closing every couple of seconds, but the pleasure she was getting from this,
even before he fucked her was far beyond her expectations. It was just so good.
It hadn’t even got dark yet, and she knew she was here all night. Then she felt
it.
Harry slowly, oh so slowly, drew his cock back down between Tamara’s
buttocks, down over her anus, over her hyper-sensitive perineum, and into the
dip where her vagina turned from brown to pink, leaving a trail of glittering
pre-cum all the way. Tamara could feel Harry’s cock now pressing at her entry,
and Suzie’s tongue tickling her clitty. This was the nicest feeling she’d ever had
in her life, and she already knew it would get even better before long.
“
“Ohmy
Harry rested a moment, before drawing slowly out, feeling the girl’s vagina
lining gripping his whole length, being dragged out with his shaft. He lifted
back, so he could see, and there beneath his cock, between the dark spread
thighs of Tamara’s legs, were two smiling eyes looking up at him. Suzie was
enjoying seeing the sheer lust in her Daddy’s face, her tongue dragging along
the length of his thick, hard shaft, as he pulled out of her friend.
He pushed back into Tamara, watching as her vulva seemed to be dragged
in with the friction. All the while, he felt the tickling of Suzie’s tongue on
the underside of his cock, adding to the incredible experience he was enjoying,
knowing he was going to blast off any time now.
He slowed the pace, trying to give Tamara as much pleasure for her first
time, as he could, whilst trying to stave off the moment. She had been clamping
on him in her orgasm almost from the get-go, and that combined with the feeling
of Suzie’s tongue seeking his frænulum every time he
pulled out, set the dominos of his climax tumbling into one another, and in
moments he was exploding into the dark mysterious depths of the ten year-old dusky
girl. She was in a world of her own. He could see she was in pure bliss, her
beautiful dark face screwed up in the agony and ecstasy of her first orgasmic
intercourse.
He slowed and stopped, letting Tamara catch her breath. Looking down,
her whole weight was pressing onto Suzie, who even now, was licking away the
white semen leaking from the brown girl’s vagina.
“Well
“That, Mr. Swallowtail was even better than what Suzie told me it would
be like,” she sighed, her face speaking more than her words.
“You can’t keep calling me Mr. Swallowtail,
“Oh, OK,” she said, grinning back, “perhaps I should call you Solomon,
then.” They laughed, a little joke lost on Suzie. He would explain to her
later.
Afterwards, on Suzie’s insistence, he bathed them both. Tamara admitted
that her Daddy sometimes bathed her when her Mum wasn’t around. She knew he was
being naughty when he did it, but she loved her Daddy and if he liked doing it,
well then she wouldn’t say anything to Mum. But Mr. Swallowtail was different.
Every time his fingers touched her, they seemed to send electric shocks through
her whole body. She already knew she could cum very quickly, but it had never
been like this before. It was as if her pussy was plugged into the electric
socket. He only had to touch her, and she was off on another little cum, over
and over. She was so glad she’d met Suzie and Harry.
That night, Harry fucked Tamara once more in the small hours, with her
on top. But the grey tendrils of dawn found Suzie asleep on her Daddy, his cock
and semen deep inside her vagina. She so loved him, because even having fucked
her friend twice, he still wanted to sleep with her on top of him.
Tamara was sore as she sat at the breakfast table and knew she would
struggle to stay awake through the following day. It was just as well her Mum
was away and her brother was having one of his friends to stay the night. It
would keep her Dad away at bath time. He wouldn’t notice how enflamed and sore
she was. One thing she knew with absolute certainty, though. She so wanted to
sleepover again at Suzie’s as soon as her Mum let her. In fact even if she
didn’t let her, she would sneak round to Suzie’s after school as often as she
could.
Tamara had no idea that Harry knew all about her dad molesting her in
the bath, or the pictures he’d taken of her and shared with his friends. Neither
did she know about her father’s long term incestuous relationship with her
older sister; a fact Harry knew all about and one of the reasons Tamara had
been invited into the Magnificent Seven Club. How Harry knew, he would keep a
closely guarded secret, as he would the secrets he knew about all the families
of Suzie’s circle of friends. That is until he could discuss it with
CHAPTER 4
The lovely Jo
Harry was just going to fetch some barbeque charcoal. Tamara had gone to
find Suzie, when another car pulled up it was Suzie’s very special friend, Jo. The lovely, lovely Jo, with the beautiful long blond hair and
piercing blue eyes. It was Jo who had first spoken to Suzie in the
supermarket when the bully Gang of Ten had been broken up by Harry’s actions
and it was Jo who’d responded, before her other friends, to Suzie’s hints at
trying out some lesbian action. And it was Jo who, when Suzie had suggested she
knew a man who could teach them all about how to learn about sex, without it
being a fumbling first time disaster, had been the first to ask if Suzie could
arrange it.
“Hi Jo,” Harry said, “grown that half inch yet?” She instantly blushed,
with a cute smile. “I need to keep checking to see when it has. These things
shouldn’t be neglected.”
She ran off giggling, then paused and looking over her shoulder said
coquettishly: “My Mum can’t pick me up until seven tonight. Perhaps you can
check before she gets here.” His cock was rapidly rising now. She was one of
the most beautiful girls in Suzie’s little gang of friends. Over the last few
months, he’d fucked all of them, but there was something about Jo’s incredible
beauty, which radiated from her in waves, which made her special. He knew Suzie
felt the same about her, and that they often slipped upstairs before Rachel got
home from work for half an hour or so. Sometimes he’d been invited to come up
and watch and sometimes, he’d been invited to fuck Jo, while Suzie watched or
helped in some way.
Like Tamara, Jo’s first time would stick in his mind forever. Tamara had
been the first of the group of six girls, then all the
others came to him, one by one, before Jo was able or willing to come over. He
found out afterwards she wanted to be the last in the group to lose her
virginity to him. Harry had told Suzie no coercion was to be used in persuading
any of them to go to bed with him. They were to make their decision in their
own time; and in Jo’s case, it was some weeks after Tamara.
The girls had talked about how kind and gentle Harry was with them,
encouraging them, explaining to them everything they wanted to know, however
obvious or simple it might be. The more reserved ones were encouraged by what
the others told them about their experiences with him. How wonderful it had
been and how they wanted to return for more as soon as possible. He had
insisted on them coming round one at a time and staying a full night or two.
Jo was Suzie’s special friend. They had explored each other’s bodies on
many, many occasions since that first wonderful day, when the seven girls made
their promises to one another, then afterwards watched as Harry had fucked
Suzie in front of them. In the early days, Jo hadn’t known about the hidden
cameras, but when Suzie had whispered in her ear that Harry was watching them,
as they licked each other out, or used her little vibrator on each other, or played
with each others’ clitties to see if they could cum together, Jo had had a
massive orgasm. Afterwards, she was blushing bright red, knowing he’d seen it
all. A day or so later, Jo had suggested to Suzie that Harry could come into
the bedroom and watch them next time they were together. “Well he’s seen it all
before,” she’d reasoned, “might as well see it live.” When the time came round,
both girls were as horny as they’d ever known.
On another occasion, Jo was round again for the evening, and after
Rachel had left for Angie and Gerry’s, Jo started to make a move on Suzie, in
her usual way. The fact that Harry was sitting in an armchair facing them both,
didn’t seem to worry them at all. After about ten minutes, the two girls were
sitting naked, side by side on the settee, feet drawn up, knees well apart, a finger from the other gently playing with their clitty.
“Want to play a game?” asked Harry, grinning. Suzie always knew when
Harry had a naughty thought, and she knew right now was one of those times.
“OK,” said Jo innocently, “what’s the game?”
“You two have a race, to see who can make the other cum first,” he
explained. “The first gets to choose.”
“Choose what?” they said together.
“To choose which of you I will spurt over when I cum.” Jo’s eyes and mouth both
went wide in shock, her hand coming to her lips, before she saw Suzie was giggling.
In that moment, she realised he meant it. A thrill shot through her body. Then
Suzie leaned in to her and whispered in her ear, making her eyes and mouth
shoot open once more. Harry had taught and shown Jo and the other girls many
things over the proceeding weeks, but every time he pushed the boundaries just
that little bit further.
Suzie started things, by taking hold of Jo’s knees and pulled them
gently, but firmly apart. “Daddy can’t see properly, Jo,” she said. Try sliding
further down in your seat. “Daddy,” she continued, “you’ll have to tell us when
to start
While the girls were getting into position, Harry started to slip his
clothes off, while he watched the girls get ready. He
couldn’t get over just how beautiful Jo was, with her long thin face, high
cheek bones, turned up button nose and the brightest blue eyes with a ring of
grey around the irises. Her chin stuck out just enough to give her poise. Her platinum
hair trailed down over her thin chest, across her tiny areolæ, with their pale
ring of Goosebumps circling each nipple, over her tummy button ending where her
pouting mons started to rise above her belly, split by the deepest cleft,
heralded by a large round dimple, which could have hidden the tip of his little
finger. Because of her position, her deep cleft was spread wide,
her puffed, plump labia bulging either side, seeming to push her thighs wider
apart. Her cowl seemed enflamed, and standing proud,
enfolding her clitoris, a hard nub of arousal. Below was her vagina, pink and
coral and creamy, running with the mucous of her arousal.
And almost out of sight, her little pink and brown asterisk shaped anus, a key
target for Harry’s desires at some future date.
They were ready, and he was at full tumescence, his erection as hard as he’d
ever known it, ready to explode, leaving cock shrapnel all over the room.
“Ready?” he said, “on your marks, get-set, go!”
The two girls immediately started to rub and manipulate one another.
Harry, now wanking his cock with one hand, and moving
his other across their chests, trying not to get in their way. But to no avail, as they turned towards one another, now kissing,
their tongues passing back and forth into each other’s mouths. This was
no act, this was a well practiced, intense display of
true lesbian passion, worthy of veterans of twenty or thirty, not these
Harry got the feeling these two were working together, and knew they
were going to cum together. Suddenly, that is exactly what happened. They both
won. They ended their long kiss, turned towards him and pressed their cheeks
together, and opened their mouths wide, giving him an obvious target. Harry
didn’t need a written invitation, he moved forward and one knee pressed to the
seat, he lifted the other foot onto the seat to Suzie’s side, and was able to
bring his cock right up to them. Three more strokes,
and he felt the first pulse. Not knowing he almost always fired dry the first
time, Jo moved forwards to look and got his previously well aimed shot right
between her eyes, leaving a white trickle down her nose. The next few were sent
directly to the back of their mouths, one after the other. Back and forth his
cock swung, watching the semen hit their Uvulas, the little dip of skin between
the tonsils and drip down on the back of their tongues. Finally it was over. The three of them panting, as if they’d been running.
The girls broke apart and leaned back in their seat, their legs still
akimbo, their fingers resting in their partner’s
cleft, still moving slightly. But, they had one more surprise for Harry. Both
leaned towards him, opened their mouths and stuck their tongues out, showing
large amounts of semen laying there. After a few seconds, they made a play out
of kissing once again, their tongues now passing his semen back and forth from
one mouth to the other, then broke apart and swallowed. If Harry hadn’t just
cum, he might have done so on the spot, there and then.
Jo was the most frequent visitor to the house. She only lived a few
hundred yards down the road now, and used to come in almost every day after
school, before her Mum got back from work. She would enter without knocking on
the door, so used were they to her coming and going. Rachel almost treated her
as her daughter, asking what she wanted to eat as soon as she arrived, as if
having her meals with them was expected.
CHAPTER 5
Jo’s First time
Harry started to set up all the picnic chairs around the big table. It
would be an hour or more before he needed to light up the barbeque. He was a
happy man, now that things were out in the open with Rachel. Was it just last
night she’d confronted him and proposed the Pact to him. He knew life could
become very interesting in the future. But right now, his mind drifted back
into the past, to that famous day just ten days ago. It had been a Friday afternoon
and Jo had come round for her sleepover. Rachel had gone away for the weekend
with Angie and Gerry, so they had the place to themselves.
The girls had a swim in the pool, just like any other of Jo’s visits and
spent a lot of time clinging to one another in the water, whispering and
giggling together, like any ten year-old girls do. They got out, showered and
came into the house, leaving little wet footprints across the kitchen floor.
They had some Coke and raided the fridge for some snacks, before heading for
the living room, where Harry found them, after cleaning up the kitchen, lying
along the settee, spooning into one another, while they watched some Spiderman
cartoon on TV. Harry sat in an armchair and kept himself occupied, editing some
bird photos on his laptop, knowing they would let him know when it was time.
The cartoon came to an end and Suzie used the remote to switch off the TV. He
kept his face fixed to the computer screen.
“Daddy,” said Suzie, in her singsong way, when she wants to be a little
girl once more. He almost knew what she was about to say. He knew Jo’s father
had died in a road accident when she was two. She’d been in the car and nearly
died too. Her older brother hadn’t been so lucky. So she’d been brought up by
her mother on her own, with no memory of her father. Harry knew Jo and Suzie
shared every secret between them, and that they were
the closest of friends and would remain so for life.
“Daddy,” she repeated, “Jo wants you to be her Daddy today. Would you be
her Daddy, Daddy?”
“Yes of course my darling,” he responded in his usual way. “What would
you like?”
“Would you read us a story, Daddy, after our bath?” she asked.
“Is that what you would like, Jo?” he asked, looking at Jo.
She put her thumb in her mouth, bent her head forward, but her eyes
remained on his, as she said: “Yes please, Daddy, would you bath me and tuck me
up in bed and read to me?” Harry’s cock twitched at her words. He realised
Suzie had obviously told Jo a lot about their relationship. He so loved washing
Suzie in the bath, and to have her friend wanting the same made him stiff
already.
“Of course I will, my darlings. I’ll go and run the bath, while you go
and find your toothbrush, Jo.”
Harry watched as the two scamps scooted up the stairs, their little
bottoms wiggling at him. They ran into Suzie’s room and he could hear their
giggling and low chattering, as he crested the stairs and went into his own
room. He quickly went into the bathroom and ran the water, adding some bubble
mixture to the flow. Suzie and Jo were just coming in as he went back into the
bedroom, Jo clutching her toothbrush.
“Lay on the bed, you two,” he said, “it’s time for your bath, I’ll
undress you.” Being a Friday, they were still in their school uniforms and
Harry loved seeing the girls in them, or better still peeling them off. That’s
why Suzie and Jo had got dressed again after their swim. They lay side by side
and he quickly unbuckled their shoes and slipped them off. They were wearing long
white socks below their red, black and green pleated skirts and regulation
white button fronted blouses. Starting at the top, he undid the buttons on
Suzie’s blouse, then without pulling it open, he repeated this with Jo’s. Then
he unclipped the buckle at the side of Suzie’s wrap around skirt and did the
same with Jo’s, moving from one girl to the other. He then lifted the side of
Suzie’s skirt up over her front and repeated this for Jo. As he did this, their
blouses now fell open several inches at the front.
The two girls were now lying on the bed, on top
of their opened skirts, in their socks, panties and slightly opened blouses.
Harry leaned over and pulled open Suzie then Jo’s blouse, exposing their
budding breasts to his gaze. Each now had similar sized raised cones, about
half an inch high, with pip sized pink nipples, surrounded by a ring of goose
bumps. But this was bath time and he was Daddy, not Harry, so telling them to
raise their legs, pulled their socks off, making a game of it, by only holding
the material at the toe, then pulling hard, almost dragging them off the bed,
making them squeal. Then he had the blouses slipped off, and lastly their
panties. Although he’d seen both girls naked many times, had fondled and licked
them in every way possible, stripping a girl out of her school uniform was a
real turn-on for Harry. He tried not to stare, as they lay there on the bed,
side by side, their ten year-old naked loveliness beguiling him, calling him,
enthralling him. He would have plenty of time for that later.
Leaning forward, he scooped his arms under the two naked girls, and
lifted them up onto his hips, their legs automatically curling round his waist.
He walked through to the bathroom and lowered them onto their feet and watched
their beautiful bubble bums wiggle, while they brushed their teeth, then lifted
one at a time up and into the bubble covered water. Suzie loved Harry giving
her a bath. She asked him to do it whenever her mother was out, sometimes
before and sometimes after they fucked. She’d told Jo about it and knew from
her face, her friend would love Daddy bathing her too. He never did anything especially
sexual. That’s why she loved it. He just washed them and ran his fingers over
them, but never probed or tried to make her cum, even though she sometimes did.
He was just being a Daddy. She then knew after the story, he wanted to look at
her and she loved him doing that. But usually, she fell asleep anyway, so he
could look for as long as he wanted. When she’d told Jo about that, she had become
really excited, and needed Suzie to rub her clitty a little harder.
Harry found his yellow plastic duck and dropped it in the water between
the two girls, who were now facing each other. They were blowing hands full of
bubbles at each other and giggling and splashing; playing as little girls
should in the bath. Harry went back into the bedroom, and slipped out of his
clothes, before picking up Jo’s and Suzie’s panties and inspecting them. As he’d
expected, they were both damp, wet even with their arousal. There were smears
of mucous along the gussets of both pairs and he spent a moment smelling them
and tasting them, before going back into the bathroom, with a raging erection.
He knelt by the bath, and picking up the bar of soap asked: “Who’s
first?” Clearly the girls had discussed this, because Suzie put a soapy finger
in the air and then lifted the same arm towards him, for him to wash and so the
bath commenced. Even though he never pushed the boundaries, knowing what he was
going to do to her special friend later, when he washed between her thighs, she
couldn’t help herself and shuddered into a short but intense climax.
Harry, holding the soap in his hand, looked at Jo, who smiled, almost
shyly, before lifting her arm as Suzie had done. He soon washed it and it’s twin, her legs up to her mid thighs and handed her the
washcloth to clean her face. Next he soaped his hands and suggested she should
kneel in the water. He rubbed her shoulders, front and back, working the soap
into her skin, slowly working his way down. It was as if he went into slow
motion, as his hands moved down, over the rise of her forming breasts, feeling
their firmness, their hardness, their pinpoint nipples, rubbing across his
fingers, like a blind man reading Braille. Then onward and
downward. He could feel her ribs under her thin skin, as he moved ever
slowly downward, into the dip of her tummy, her ‘outie’
tummy button almost rough to his touch. Downwards, the dip in her belly, before
the rise of her mound. He’d studied it many times and had he been a sculptor,
could have made an accurate model, so acquainted with it was he. Narrow, long,
not so proud as some of the other girls. It was
petite. Gorgeous to touch, her skin paler, softer, somehow
sexier than the other girls to feel, fondle and arouse. But that wasn’t
what he was to do. He was being a Daddy, however hard his desires told him
differently.
He looked at her face, one hand on her bottom, the other on her mound, as
his fingers slipped back and forth through her wonderful tight bum crack and
cleft, touching each other under her perineum, moving back and forth, back and
forth, gently sinking deeper into her. Her bum and cleft were so deep, like a
mini chasm. He’d run his tongue through them enough times to know every
millimetre. At last, just as he felt her
beginning to rock back and forwards to his movement, he pulled his hands away
and told her to sit and rinse the soap off. She pouted, almost looking
disappointed, but already her mind was focused on what was to follow later.
Pulling the plug, and asking them to stand, he magically produced two
large bath sheets, and wrapped one of them around each girl. He once more put
an arm around them and lifted them clear of the water, as it gurgled down the
drain. He walked out into his bedroom and carefully laid them on the foot of
his bed, side by side, letting them lie back. He unwrapped the towels, before
taking a third towel and started to dry them off. Jo had never had a Daddy to
do this for her and she so loved it. It had been six years since her Mum had
bathed her. This was just so pleasant. She understood why her closest friend
loved this man so much. She loved him too, but she wouldn’t tell Suzie, it
might upset her.
Harry quickly dried them off and then turning the bed down, laid one on
each side, propped against a pile of pillows. He looked at Suzie, who nodded to
a single book on the locker. Picking it up, he crawled up the centre of the bed
and lay in between them. Taking the book, he opened and started to read: “Sleeping Beauty -
Once upon a time there was a Queen who had a beautiful baby daughter………..”
He knew Suzie would fall quickly asleep. He’d never worked
out why; but he didn’t understand the relaxing effect he had on her. In his
company, she could trust him totally, so if he was there, her inner being could
just relax and after a nice bath ..… go to sleep. And asleep she was,
ten lines into the story. Jo, likewise felt incredibly relaxed. She had expected
the adrenaline to surge through her body and peak about now prior to the main
event, but the reverse was the case. She wasn’t asleep, but she sure was dopey
and very contented. She could hear Suzie’s breathing buzz, as she snored. Her friend slept, as she said would happen. She loved and
envied Suzie.
Harry read on, her eyes grew heavy, and Jo knew she was
falling asleep. How long she slept, she didn’t know, but when she woke, she
realised the bedding had been removed, she was spread out on the bed, her legs
as far apart as they could stretch, and he was no longer in between her and
Suzie. She didn’t stir, but slowly squinted to see where Harry was. Suzie had
told her that when she slept, he loved to open her legs wide apart and get up
close and stare at her pussy for hours and hours. Jo felt a thrill course
through her. Even now, as she pretended to be asleep, she could feel the damp
running from her vagina, over her perineum and into her bum. She heard a sharp
intake of breath. She knew he’d seen her arousal. It was now a game they were
playing. She pretended to be asleep, he knowing she wasn’t, pretending he
didn’t know, both becoming incredibly aroused. Who would succumb first.
Harry had moved down the bed trying not to disturb them. She
felt his breath first. She hadn’t felt any movement, but suddenly, he was up
close to her pussy. His hot breath like a warm wind against
her most private place. It went on for several minutes. She knew he was smelling her, inhaling her aroma, her musky scent, like
she and Suzie had done to each other many times. But somehow this was
different, so sexy, so erotic. Then she felt it. At
least she thought she did, as his tongue tip just touched her for an instant.
Several seconds passed, then she felt it again;
firmer, longer this time. Then once more, but this time she felt movement and
realised Suzie was playing with Jo’s clitty, as he drew his tongue deeper
though her cleft. He’d done this to her many times over the weeks she’d known
him, but never had it felt as good as this. She was on such a height of
arousal, she wondered if she might cum, and then she did.
Harry had known this girl was special. She was special to
Suzie, which was important to him. But she was just so beautiful, her bright
blue eyes, long blond hair, long narrow features, right down to her mound, her
incredibly pale skin. Not an ounce of fat on her, without being thin. She was
perfection. They’d enjoyed every form of sex in the weeks since Suzie formed
the club, except for intercourse. Which they both knew would happen today,
tonight, tomorrow and tomorrow night. He also knew he was going to take full
advantage of her body. He lay there, looking deep into her vagina. It looked so
narrow compared to others like Suzie’s, but no less sexy for that. Then she’d
started to leak mucous. He wondered if she was awake, so he moved carefully
closer, and started to inhale her girlie odours, knowing his breath would tell
her where he was. Then, he touched her with his tongue, tasting, savouring,
wanting to devour. He dabbed her a couple of times,
and was just moving his tongue gently through her cleft, tasting the nectar of
her girlhood, when suddenly, she squirted him right in the mouth. Instantly, he
felt her vagina open and close on his tongue. She was cuming and he’d hardly
touched her at all.
Without saying a word, like a cat moving, he raised himself
up and moved over her. Her eyes were watching his, never breaking contact, as
she felt his arms slip under her shoulders, cupping them, his elbows at her
sides, his body
moving up over her, until she felt his knees press against the underside of her
spread thighs. Not a word was spoken. She was in a dream world, as her orgasm,
only now, started to fade away. Her incredible orgasm, after he’d touched her
just three times with his tongue. She thought he was going to penetrate her
now, but instead, he remained still for a minute, then slowly brought his mouth
to hers and kissed her. It was a lips to lips kiss. It
was Jo, who wanted more and opened her mouth, pressing harder to him, feeling
his mouth open in return. It was her tongue which first explored his mouth,
tasting her own arousal on his tongue,, before
retreating, hoping for him to reciprocate. And it was her tongue which started
the dance of love with his, communicating so much to him, without a word being
spoken.
Suzie, sensing movement, woke and through half closed eyes,
watched the man she loved making love to the girl she loved. She already sensed
the bond forming between them. But Suzie already knew she must give him to her
and she must give her to him. And she already knew that after this wonderful
night, they would be three, not just two. She recalled that day in the
supermarket, when they had first set eyes on one another, and watched his
reaction when she’d asked him if he’d like her to help him get into her
panties. From that moment on, Suzie knew Jo was part of her destiny as was her
Daddy.
Suzie watching the two people she loved most in the world moving
against one another. She felt a sudden sense of loss, and then, as if
realising, both turned towards her, smiling including her in this most precious,
intimate moment. Jo reached out to her and pulled her hand to her little cone
of a breast, pressing her hand against her. Suzie felt a happiness flood
through her and as she watched him move against Jo, his cock almost touching,
she felt his hand move over her own mons, caressing, loving. She was so
sensitive now, she too crashed into an unexpected
climax.
Harry could now feel Jo’s labia embracing his crown, her
wonderful lips caressing him, as he pressed slightly into her. He felt her hips
move in reciprocation, her vagina welcoming him in. He already knew she would
be the tightest of all the seven girls in Suzie’s circle of friends. His finger
had been inside her often enough. He knew this would take time, but he was in
no rush, they had two whole days. He glanced down to where they touched, and
felt a surge of arousal, seeing her beautiful pudenda spread out for him, with
his cock just nudging into her entry. He had to tear his eyes away, knowing
Suzie needed him at that instant. He looked at her face and smiled. It was a
smile saying “I love you, Suzie”. As if understanding, she smiled back. He knew
she was happy.
He started a cycle of press and release, press and release,
feeling her tension rise and fall every few seconds, gradually increasing. He
could feel her slippery, smooth, hairless labia slide back and forth around his
sensitive crown. Jo’s eyes were now half closed as she slipped into a series of
mini cums, his crown kept rubbing her Clitty, sending
pulses of pleasure through the whole of her body. She had never experienced
such wonderful sensations. He wasn’t even in her yet, but she could stop now
and feel she’d had the time of her life. She felt him pressing her entry
gently. She knew she was tight there, and hoped he wouldn’t hurt her. She was
so glad she’d chosen him to be her first.
The two girls were looking into one another’s eyes. Harry’s cock in one and finger in the other. It was as if
they were making love to each other, so close was their love. It was without
warning that Harry’s rim suddenly popped through the elastic cuff of Jo’s entry
muscles, making her eyes open wide in surprise. She felt so tight on him. She
was easily the tightest of the seven girls. Fuck was she tight! He continued
his motion of nudge and release, and felt her hymen pushing back at him each
time he pressed forward. She had another short orgasm, more intense than the
last and as it passed, she realised he was a little deeper in her. He’d popped
her cherry and she never felt a thing. She grinned up at him, before turning
her head back to Suzie once more.
Harry paused there, not moving, allowing her ten year-old
vagina to adjust to his massive cock stretching her to the absolute limit. He
started a series of micro nudges, feeling his cock move in her a fraction of an
inch. In and out, in and out. He increased the scope
and speed, and soon she started to rise to a new climax. As she did, he felt
her tunnel of love pulse on him, contracting and swelling. By applying some
pressure, he started to slide into her in little bites. Each time she swelled,
he went a fraction further and each time she clamped, he thought she would
pinch his cock off. Little by little her passage peeled open to his intrusion,
until finally, he nudged her end. She arched her back as his crown pushed into
her ‘G’ spot, sending another surge of pleasure shooting through her lower
body. She might have been tight, but he was in deep, nearly all the way.
Harry’s arm was getting tired now, supporting his weight all
this time, his other hand still giving Suzie pleasure. He suggested a position
change and rolled over onto his back, taking Jo with him. He’d expected her to
stay like that, face to face with him, but she had other ideas and immediately sat
up, astride of him. She looked down and commented to him she needed to grow
another half an inch, so he could get all the way into her. She then turned
herself around, so she was facing his feet, and lay back on his front. Perhaps
they’d discussed this beforehand, because as soon as she was in position, Suzie
climbed up onto Jo’s front, cuddling, kissing and caressing each other.
Harry now started to fuck Jo in earnest. It had taken over
twenty five minutes to penetrate her and he’d loved every second of it. He
could have a slack cunt like Rachel’s anytime, but this was something 74.3% of
men never experience. Now his cock was going to have it’s
turn. He pulled slowly from her, then pushed equally
slowly back in, loving the feel of her incredibly tight vagina sliding along
his shaft, squeezing it like a silken vice. Out and in again, gaining speed and
scope. Soon he was almost pulling out of her, before pressing into her cervix,
a frustrating half inch short of full depth. Faster he went, faster.
Above him, he felt Jo’s bum press rhythmically into his
tummy as she moved in counterpoint to him. He felt fingers around his cock, and
knew instinctively they were Suzie’s. Feeling him slide in
and out of her special friend. There was movement, and Jo’s legs wrapped
around Suzie’s waist. Suzie’s legs now pressed to Harry’s hips. He reached up,
and running his fingers down between Suzie’s buttocks, felt Jo’s hands already
clutching her globes. Slipping lower, he found her wide open pussy, and pushed
his finger back into her.
The movement of the three of them soon gained a rhythm, all
giving pleasure to the other two. Harry really wanted this special occasion to
last as long as possible, but all good things come to an end, and as the
“Shame about the last half inch, Harry,” said Suzie, with a
giggle, “you’ll have to see if you can do better next time.” Even before the
words left her mouth, she knew what was coming and smiled to herself as the
flat of his hand cracked down onto her left buttock, just hard enough to sting,
not hard enough to hurt. Jo was giggling between them now, realising she was
included in their interplay, part of their most private relationship.
“I’ll see if I can grow that extra half inch,” she repeated.
After a minute or two, the girls rolled off Harry letting him breathe freely
once more. This time it was he who fell asleep.
CHAPTER 6
Jo’s second third and fourth time
The rest of the weekend passed in a haze of passionate sex,
interspersed by normal family activities. He took them to the movies and a
McDonald’s on Friday evening and to a local theme park and boating lake on
Sunday. But Saturday morning, he was in for a surprise. Suzie woke up, impaled
by his cock as usual, and before Harry woke, she nudged Jo awake.
“How you feeling, Jo?” asked Suzie in a quiet voice.
“Jeez I’m sore,” whispered Jo, with a grimace. “I knew I’d
be sore after that first time, but it was so nice, I just had to get him to do
it again. Was I being greedy, Sooz?”
“Not at all,” said Suzie. “That’s why he insisted all the girls had a
sleepover, for their first time, so they could have what they wanted and as
much as they wanted. You’re not going home until tomorrow. What are you going
to do?” They spent the next ten minutes chatting about it. Harry, awake now,
was getting hard. Suzie realising, said nothing, and carried on talking to Jo
about her options, feeling him growing inside her. She squeezed him every few
seconds, knowing he loved it when she did it. Again and again she squeezed,
while she talked to her friend. Then she felt him swell and cum in her. It
wasn’t cataclysmic, but it was very erotic. She really had a problem not to cry
out or moan. Then at last it was over. She loved Harry so much. He had given
her something special, without upsetting her friend or making her jealous
during her unique weekend.
For breakfast, Harry cooked a full English fry up, with everything in
it. They were all stuffed, but ready for the day. “What would you like to do
today, Jo?” he asked.
“Would it be alright if you took us out bird watching?” she asked. Harry
was so surprised, he dropped a sausage, half way to
his plate, onto the floor.
“Err, yes, if that’s what you’d like, Jo, sure. I’ll get my hide ready
and we’ll go as soon as we’ve eaten. Do you know anything about bird watching?”
he asked.
“Suzie told me she really liked to go bird watching with you, especially
that day you saw the Bunting,” she answered. She suddenly grinned at him. He
realised they’d cooked something up here, and he was being led by the nose, by
this pair of scallywags. His mind raced, then clicked.
“Oh, you mean the bum, bum, bunting, don’t you,” he said, retrieving the
absconded sausage, which had rolled under the table. The girls giggled, giving
their game away. “I think I would rather spend the day studying the Paridæ. As
Suzie knows, it’s a large family of passerine birds in the genus Parus.” He grinned seeing her completely bemused
expression, before continuing: “There’s the Blue, Coal, Crested, Marsh,
“Great Tits,” laughed Suzie, moving her
fingers to her chest. Jo blinked a couple of times, before the light dawned.
They all burst into laughter.
“So what shall we do?” he asked, bringing
them back on subject. “We have all day to do whatever you want.” Jo, unexpectedly blushed. She made an excuse that she needed
to go upstairs to the toilet and left the room. Harry looked at Suzie, knowing
she would explain.
“Jo wants to try everything we did that
first week, Daddy,” she said, a fresh slice of marmalade covered toast poised
at her lips. “She’s really sore, though. She’d like to try what we did that day
in the hide, you know in her bum. But she’s really embarrassed to ask you.
Would you just do it for her, please Daddy?”
“Of course we will,” he said. “But we
don’t need to go into the woods, we could do it here if she likes.” He thought
for a moment. I tell you what, this is what we’ll do…”.
He then explained to Suzie what he had in mind. She said she thought it a great
idea, asked a couple of questions, before going off to find Jo.
Meantime, Harry, quickly changed into his
speedos, went into the kitchen and swiftly assembled a range of drinks,
including a couple of beers and some alchopops, nibbles, made up some sandwiches,
some cake and some ice cream, which he put in a cool box. He went out onto the
patio and taking a sun lounger, set it up facing the pool, with a small table
on each side for all the food and drink and other items he’d selected.
He sat down and was relaxing in the warm
sunshine, when the two girls finally came out. There was an
awkwardness with Jo, and Suzie was plainly trying to put her at her
ease. Harry could see the conflicting emotions in her face, as she walked towards
him, her cheeks pink. She couldn’t look him in the eye. She was wearing a short
dress, but he could see, from the way the light cast through the thin cotton
fabric, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
“Hi girls, I thought I might have some
snacks and a drink,” he said. “Would you care to join me?” He saw Jo’s face
brighten. “Err, it might be easier if you both sit on my lap, then we can all
reach the food. Jo looked at the long sun lounger, trying to work out how to
position herself. She moved to his side, then turning
towards his feet, lifted her leg over the top, so she was astride him. But her
short legs made this difficult and the hem of her skirt was tight round her
thighs, forcing her to pull it up higher. She went to squat down, but as she
did, the tension of her position forced her to fart loudly. In an instant, she
collapsed onto him, and the three of them were laughing loudly, the nervousness
vaporising with the smell she’d made. She didn’t seem to notice her hem was now
up around her waist.
Harry put both arms around her and
cuddled her into his chest feeling her soft body moulding into his. Her
nervousness dissipated in seconds, and he felt her relax into him. Suzie then
sat in front of her friend and leaned back against Jo’s tummy. Harry’s hands
soon curled round Suzie’s front, his fingers intertwining, as they relaxed for
a few moments.
Just then, there was a quick sing song
chirruping above them, and Suzie pointed into the air and said “See, Jo, that’s
a skylark.” Jo shielded her eyes with her hands and followed Suzie’s bendy
finger, pointed upwards. Harry knew when she’d seen it, because her body
relaxed and tensed at the same moment, leaning forwards. The two girls watched
the display as the scruffy little grey and brown bird fluttered high above
them, before descending into the maze field at the end of the garden. As Jo
leaned back against him once more, she felt his hands under the globes of her
bottom. She’d not felt them move there.
“Ready, Jo?” he asked, not needing to
expand his question. She simply nodded, without turning to look at him. She
knew if she did, he would see her blushing as red as a poppy. “Just lean
forward for me for a minute, would you?”
Suzie got up from Harry’s legs, and
turned, took Jo’s hands and by pulling, lifted her enough off Harry’s lap to
allow him to slide his speedos off. He grabbed the KY Jelly on the table beside
him and smeared a generous amount onto his middle finger and crown of his
rampant cock. He put the finger to her anus, and feeling her clench on it,
moved it gently around her asterisk shaped entry, pressing inwards, letting it
sink slowly into her without pressing too hard. One knuckle, two, all the way.
“Just hang on a few more seconds,” he
said, waiting for her to dilate. After a short while, he felt the pressure of
her sphincter ease. He waited a few more seconds, then slowly pulling out of
her, took his cock and moved it to the recess in her bottom. Now holding her
under the cheeks of her bum, pulling them slightly outwards, he lowered her
down, his cock pressing into her opening. He didn’t force this, and felt her
slowly dilate, until his rim popped through the tight ring of muscles of her
sphincter. She yelped, more in surprise than discomfort.
Holding her there for a couple of minutes,
he started to very carefully lower her, feeling his crown pushing into the
folds of her passage. She winced and jerked slightly, he held her there,
letting the tension ease. His arms were tiring now, but he had to hold her
weight. Then as if her body had made a decision, she started to slide slowly,
oh so slowly down his cock, his crown peeling her deep passage open millimetre
by millimetre, slowly admitting him into her. She was so tight,
his foreskin got ripped back at her entry, making his hypersensitive crown,
feel her form and shape even more. She was fabulous, and other than Suzie, she
was his favourite preteen. Then, just as he thought she would be feeling
discomfort from his deep anal penetration, she came on him. It had never
happened to him before. She was really cuming. He could feel her passage
clamping on him, and so he let her weight go, feeling his last couple of inches
slide into her, her buttocks resting on his pubis.
“Fuck, that’s nice,” she whispered, her
eyes closed in an expression of ecstasy. Harry was amazed. Suzie liked him to
bugger her, but mainly because she knew it was one of his favourite ways to
make love. It was only when she got the vibrator into her cleft after he was
in, did she gain any pleasure at all. But Jo was wired differently, and even
now, Harry’s cock was being squeezed repeatedly, as Jo contracted on him again
and again. Finally, she eased off, and calm reigned. She was still panting, as
she lay back against his chest, now looking up at her lover, Suzie, a silent
thanks to her friend for letting her have Harry, to teach her about her body.
Suzie, facing Harry, her own legs now
either side of the lounger, took hold of and lifted Jo’s legs and sat on
Harry’s thighs, bringing Jo’s legs down over her own thighs, her pussy pushed
up against Jo’s. She reached forward and taking Jo in her arms,
kissed her passionately, their tongues intertwining, before breaking off
breathlessly, smiling into one another’s eyes, as if Harry wasn’t even there.
Reaching across to the table, Suzie
picked up her little girl vibrator and held it up between them, meaningfully.
She turned it pointed end down, and put the end into their clefts, where they
were pushed together, at their dimples above their clitties. She switched it
on, then twisting it slowly, she pushed it down between them, their labia
already pressed together, enfolding the plastic shaft. Jo couldn’t move, but
Suzie pushed her pudenda against her lover harder, increasing the joy the
little toy was giving them both. In a matter of seconds, Suzie came, and only
ten seconds later, so did Jo. This was just so incredibly erotic, Harry didn’t
know why he hadn’t cum already. Perhaps it was because he’d already fucked Jo
twice and Suzie once, plus cum secretly in her, just a couple of hours ago.
Suzie, still looking passionately into
Jo’s eyes, started to move the handle end of the toy round in circles, making
the tip press and release against their sensitive vaginas. The girls were
building up now for the big one and Harry realised it would be special. He
started to move his hips, pressing into Jo, as much as the combined weight of
the two girls allowed. Then everything happened at once, and all of them came
together. Harry blasted deep into the beautiful blue eyed blond girl’s bowels
spurt after spurt of hot white sperm filled semen. Jo instantly went into
climactic orbit, taking Suzie with her. The three of them were gyrating and
calling out their passion and ecstasy, until at last, with their chests heaving
and sweat pouring down their bodies, they came to a standstill.
Harry’s arms encircled the two of them,
pulling them into a tight group hug, where they remained, while the pleasure of
their love making slowly turned into a soporific euphoria. None of them wished
to move, nor did they. Time passed, as they remained in their close position,
the girls embracing one another, Harry’s arms encircling them both, his cock,
now softened, still embedded in Jo’s rectum.
They remained like that for another couple of hours. The girls worked
their way through the picnic lunch he’d laid out for them. Every time they
moved, her rectum twisted and moved over his cock, sending little pulses of
pleasure through his lower body. Every now and then, Suzie would push the
little vibrator between her and Jo, and make them gently cum. Harry was happy,
just feeling her clamp on his cock, feeling her warm buttery passage as it
gripped and released him. At last, the combined weight of the girls finally
gave Harry cramp, and they reluctantly separated.
They spent the rest of the day in the pool, before he took them out to
the local multiplex cinema, then on to a small family restaurant nearby. As
soon as they returned home, they headed for bed. This time, Jo insisted Suzie
lay face up on his front, the same as she had done the night before, and while
Harry fucked her from behind, Jo lay on her lover, kissing and caressing each
other, as Suzie felt Harry’s cock slide in and out of her. She was so happy, to
be sandwiched in between her two favourite people. A year ago, she’d been such
an unhappy girl and now life just couldn’t get any better.
“So Birdie,” giggled Jo in coquettish voice, when they’d all calmed down
after cuming yet again, “do you reckon you’ll be able to get the last half inch
in next time I come round?” She was really pleased when his flat hand landed
with a crack across her rounded left buttock, just stinging a little, without
hurting. She knew, his playful slap meant he’d accepted her and the three of
them were now, and would remain, as one.
CHAPTER 7
Sarah’s Seduction
Anna had let it be known at school that there was a Sunday morning gardening
club for girls starting up, and several girls had come forward showing
interest. Over the last few months, as word got round that they were having a
great time together, the numbers had slowly increased, until the allotment,
once looked after by Anna’s Grand-
The little girl was called Sarah, Anna’s new friend. She was just seven
years old. Her mother had accompanied her, the first few times she’d come and
helped her plant a few seeds. Today she’d been allowed to come alone. The girl
didn’t know that Cathy, learning of the problem of the over attentive mother,
had got to know her and after a couple of gins, suggested she might like to
meet her friend Tony. The mother, a very frustrated single parent, had jumped
at the chance of a vigorous fuck with a young virile stud and all thoughts of chaperoning
her young daughter flew out of the window.
“Wanna get inside that one, Daddy?” asked Anna,
appearing from behind him. “She’s nice isn’t she?”
Without moving his eyes away from another flash of pink, he nodded
absently. “She’s far too small, Anna. There’s no chance of getting inside her,”
he mused.
“Of course not, Daddy,” she oozed back, “but look at her mouth. I bet
she can suck! And her bum… well, what do you think? It took me the whole of
last term at school to get her to agree to come here,” she stated. “I knew
you’d like her. She’s pretty isn’t she? Why not call her over. We’ll get some
Coke into her.”
“Hello Sarah,” he said, casually, “I wanted a little chat with you. How
are you enjoying our little allotment club? Here, come and sit down.” He patted
his lap signifying his meaning. Without hesitating, she moved to him, turned
and let him lift her onto his lap, his naked thighs in contact with hers, one hand on her knee, the other on the rise of her bottom.
“It’s really nice,” she said simply. “I’m glad Anna asked me to come. I
thought I was too young.”
“Oh no, you’re never too young to cum here or to learn what I can teach
you, Sarah,” he grinned at Anna, who rolled her eyes at his crass joke, a half
smile on her face.
“Daddy, can I have a Coke, please?” asked Anna, on cue. “I’m really hot
today. Would you like one, Sarah?”
“I’m not allowed fizzy drinks,” said Sarah, quietly, “my Mummy says
they’re not good for me.”
“I don’t know,” she answered, “but she’s not here, and I won’t say
anything.”
“That’s a good girl,” he continued, giving her bottom a gentle squeeze.
She turned to him and smiled. “So would you like that can of Coke then?” She turned
her head, looking around, as if her mother might be watching, before nodding.
Anna handed her the prohibited can a moment later.
“Do you like coming to the allotment, Sarah?” he asked, gently rubbing
her leg just above her knee, getting no objections or movement.
“Yes,” she replied, “everyone is so kind to me. I like coming here.” She
took a long swig of her Coke.”
“Do you want to know a secret?” he asked. She nodded vigorously.
“Promise not to tell?” She nodded again.
“I think you’re the prettiest little girl here today,” he said quietly.
She wasn’t sure she’d heard him right, but knew she had. His comment made her
tingle inside. It was the nicest thing anyone other than her Mummy had said to
her; and Mummy didn’t count. She swallowed the last of the Coke and handed the
empty can back to Anna, then leaned back against
Anna held out her own can, and said: “I forgot,
I’ve already had one of these, Sarah, would you finish this for me? It’s a
shame to waist it.”
Much as
* * * * * * * * *
“Do you like my Daddy?” asked Anna quietly, sitting down where
“Yeah,” said Sarah. “I like him. I like him a lot.” She wriggled in
Anna’s lap. “He makes me feel I can do anything I want here.”
“You can,” whispered Anna into Sarah’s ear. “You can do whatever you
want here. No one else will ever know.” Slowly, Anna started to press down with
her fingers into Sarah’s cleft, her finger tips feeling for her tiny nub
through the thin material of the shorts. She gently pressed and released. Sarah
never moved or objected, her knees parting a fraction, as Anna found that
sensitive place her mother had told her never to touch.
“Is that nice,” Sarah?” asked Anna.
“Hmm,” answered the little girl, placing her hand over Anna’s.
“Want me to do it a bit more?” Sarah gave a tiny nod. Anna’s other hand
slipped down from her tummy and under the loose material of Sarah’s waistband
and under the thin pink cotton of her panties, over her plump mons, into her
dimple, her fingers immediately feeling the tiny hard nub of her clitty. She
jerked at the contact. Neither spoke, as Anna expertly, but gently, played with
the little girl, feeling her tension rising by the second.
“Anna,” said Sarah after a few minutes, “I think I need to go for a
wee.”
“Would you like me to come with you?” asked Anna.
“Yes please,” she said, lifting herself off Anna’s lap, moving towards
the gap between the two sheds. A few weeks ago,
“Take your shorts and panties off, Sarah,” instructed Anna, “you might
pee on them and get them wet.” Sarah automatically did as she was told and
handed the clothes to Anna, who dropped them on top of her own skirt. Anna told
her to wait a moment. There was a small folding garden kneeler there, which
also doubled as a stool, leaning against the shed, they used sometimes when
weeding.
“Sit on me, Sarah,” Anna said, “I will hold you.”
Sarah stood between Anna’s knees, her back to Anna, squatted and was
about to let go, when Anna, putting a hand under each of Sarah’s upper thighs,
picked the little girl up, making her squeal for a second. She lowered Sarah’s
bottom onto her mons, then pulled apart her legs, letting them rest over her
own. Sarah’s naked legs were now spread apart as far as she could stretch.
Anna’s fingers were curled underneath, and without Sarah realising, she pulled
her labia wide apart, knowing
Anna hooked Sarah’s little legs over her knees, so as she moved them
apart, it pulled the little girl’s wider too. She then moved her fingers to
Sarah’s clitty, and using both index fingers, started to manipulate her little
nub. This time, it didn’t take Sarah long to rise once more and in a few seconds, she took a gasp and came. It wasn’t spectacular,
but she did cum.
“Wha…what was that?” stuttered the little
girl.
“Was that nice, did you enjoy it, would you like me to do it again?”
said Anna.
Sarah had never felt anything like it. Shocks like nice electricity had
shot up from her couchie into her tummy. She thought she had peed herself, but
knew she hadn’t and yes, she wanted it again, confirmed with a little nod. Anna
started to carefully manipulate the tiny clitoris under her fingers, not
rushing it, letting her build more slowly. She felt the girl rise, and eased
off, before recommencing, letting the tension grow. Again and again, Sarah
nearly got there before Anna eased again. Sarah started to move her bottom
forward and backward, trying to increase the friction, trying to make it
better. Her mind was unconscious her body moving automatically, a million years
of female instinct kicking in. The pleasure building inside her, overwhelmed
any reserve or shyness she might have had left. She pushed her own legs even
wider, letting Anna make her feel even better. She didn’t know her wanton
movements were the most erotic display
“I need to pee,” said Sarah plaintively.
“That’s OK,” said Anna, “you go right ahead.” She increased the pressure
just slightly, and almost immediately knew Sarah was about to cum again, but
this time it would be special. The little girl started to buck on Anna’s body,
her hips lifting and dropping, her whole pudenda gyrating, as the first real
orgasm of her life rapidly approached.
The first little squirt hardly showed, but then, in time with the
contractions of her vagina, Sarah started to squirt short, but powerful sprays
of piss, which hit the wall of
There was a pause of a second or two, with Sarah coming back to reality,
unsure what to do next. Anna curled her hands around her tummy and cuddled her.
Sarah looked over her shoulder at her new friend and knew she would want to
keep coming to the allotment. She had enjoyed sowing and planting, with the other
girls being so friendly to her. In the past, she’d always had a problem making
friends, because of her shyness. But now, she’d found new friends, discovered a
new interest, a new hobby and more importantly a new desire.
“Anna,” said Sarah, after a minute of silence, “what you did just now,
you know, down there. What was it?” The girl was blushing bright red, but
needed to know.
“Did you like it, Sarah? I liked doing it to you. Anytime you want me to
do it, just let me know,” said Anna.
Yes,” she sighed. “Is it always as nice as that? I mean it was so,” she
paused, lost for words, “WOW!”
“Sometimes it is, sometimes not,” said Anna, almost dismissively,
“sometimes it’s much nicer.”
“No way,” gasped the little girl, “nothing could be nicer than that.”
“Oh, it can,” reassured Anna, “it can be a lot nicer. It all depends on
how it’s done, because there are lots of ways of doing it and, more
importantly, who does it to you. The person I always let do it to me, taught me lots of ways. Now I want it all the time. He
is so good at doing it. Much better than me. Sometimes
he doesn’t use his fingers at all.”
“How does he do it, then?” asked a naïve but inquisitive Sarah.
“He uses his tongue!” Sarah gasped and shuddered. Anna realised she had
clamped one last time, her little pussy having the last word on what it wanted.
“His tongue?” whispered Sarah. “isn’t that,
like really gross?” But her tone of voice betrayed her interest.
“Not if it makes you feel ten times better than the way you felt just
now,” she replied. She knew Sarah was processing this through her mind. She was
wriggling in her lap. Anna reached down and gently touched her clitty one more
time, but didn’t manipulate it, just pressed. Sarah moved against the finger,
trying to increase her pleasure once again.
“Would you like him to lick you too, Sarah?” said Anna into Sarah’s ear.
“Once he’s done it to you for the first time, you’ll want him to do it every
time you see him, I promise. He might do it to you, if I asked him for you.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” she nervously uttered, “who is it, Anna?” asked
Sarah, looking over her shoulder, now.
“I can’t tell you, Sarah, unless you promise me you won’t talk about it
except here at the allotment.” Sarah bit her lower lip, deep in thought,
thinking it all through. She looked as though she was about to repudiate, when
Anna started to rub her nub once more. Sarah started to rise again, and was
right on the cusp in just a few more seconds, when Anna pulled her fingers
away. “Well it’s up to you Sarah,” she said almost dismissively, “I can ask him
for you, or we can forget about what you got me to do here just now. I thought
you were enjoying it, but not to worry. I won’t let it happen again.”
“No, no,” said Sarah, her pussy tingling on the edge of another climax,
the feeling ebbing by the second. “Would you ask him for me? Anna, I promise I
won’t tell anyone,” she said in a shy voice once more, “would you be there for
me? I think I would like it if you were there. You’re my friend and I might be
frightened on my own.”
“If you like,” said Anna. “When would you like him to make you feel
nice? Today? Next time we come here? In a few weeks time?”
“Oh,” said Sarah, knowing her courage would fade if she didn’t grasp the
nettle, “alright, as soon as possible.” There, she’d said it. Suddenly the shy
girl felt bold and turning her face to Anna, she grinned.
“Well, Sarah, let’s go to him right now,” instructed Anna. “Slip your
shorts on, in case anyone sees you. Don’t do them up, you won’t need to. I’ll
bring your panties. Come on, let’s go.” She got up and quickly wrapped her
denim skirt around her waist, even before Sarah had pulled her shorts up, Anna
had unlocked the old door and stepped outside, turning immediately right and
walked into
Sarah stood there, open mouthed, for there was
Sarah was in a dream world. She had cum and cum so many times, she had
lost track of time, experiencing feelings previously alien to her. She had been
swept along on a wave of pleasure, not wanting it to end and now here she was,
standing naked, with her legs either side of
The next few seconds passed in a blur to Sarah. Without saying a word,
his hands now on her shoulders, he pushed her back so she was lying on his
legs, her head over his knees. Then she felt his hands on her hips, lifting. In
a moment, he guided her legs up and over his shoulders. But what made her whole
body jerk, as if she’d been plugged into an electric socket, was when she felt
his whole mouth encompass her mound, cleft and vagina, his tongue immediately
roaming all over her sensitive vulva, finding her engorged clitty poking out,
desperate for release.
The next few minutes seemed to pass in an instant to Sarah, but at the
same time would remain in her mind for the rest of her life, every moment
impressed upon her memory. The moment his tongue touched her clitoris, Sarah
came. She had never felt anything like it. It even exceeded those incredible
feelings, a few minutes ago, with Anna. She’d been right, it was ten times
better. The incredible sensations she now experienced would make her crave for
a repeat soon, very soon.
At last, she lifted her head and hands, saying: “Enough,
please, enough.” Anna still standing behind her, reached down and lifted Sarah
upright, letting her legs drop from
Sarah watched as Anna lifted and dropped on
She shook herself from her reverie, when
She smiled at him sheepishly, still naked in front of him, knowing he
could look at her, but she didn’t mind. She didn’t mind at all. In fact she
already couldn’t wait to come back next Sunday, if her Mum would let her. She
knew Anna and
“That I had a can of Coke to drink, of course.” She grinned, knowing
she’d played a little joke on them. They all laughed, as
CHAPTER 8
“Well, Anna,” said
The first one he came to was Cindy. She was only eight with dark hair
and pretty rounded face. In many ways, she was a lot like Sarah. She had come
down the first time with her mother, who, it turned out was having an affair
with Violet’s Dad, and so was happy to leave her young daughter in the hands of
a pædophile, while she went off to get her own jollies. Violet, had come down
with Cindy that first time. They’d both taken to gardening and the comradery
between the girls here. Abbie, the third girl in this
little group, although the oldest of the three, was introvert, shy and
preferred to be led than lead. She had short cropped ginger hair and freckles.
The two oldest girls were Bella and Molly, both eleven. But there the
similarities ended. Bella was as dark as Molly was fair. Bella had been a very
enthusiastic participant and had almost forced
Finally there was
“Well, I don’t want to make the other girls jealous,” he’d explained,
“but if you say nothing, perhaps you could come down here on a Saturday
morning, early and help me weed my own allotment. Ask your
Mum if it’s OK, and if she’s happy, I’ll see you
And, so it had started.
With one hand on her thigh, the other holding his coffee, during their
breaks, which seemed to get longer every week, they talked and became friends,
she telling him confidences and asking his opinion on things. One day, she said
she wanted to buy a present for her Mum, and needed to earn some more money,
and did he know anyone else needing their garden weeding. He was touched at her
thoughtfulness in wanting to work, not for herself, but for her Mum.
“I’ve bought a camera, tripods, some studio lights, different coloured
backdrops and a frame to hang them on. I’m taking up photography,” he
explained, not confessing it was so he could photograph Anna and Gilly and the
other girls at home, in some very revealing poses. “I’m not very good at it,
and if you come and model for me, so I can practice with the camera settings
and lighting positions, I will pay you, say £10 an hour.” Her face lit up and
so it was agreed.
So later that morning,
That first day was straight forward enough. Her mother brought a small
laptop and did some work, or played computer games, or, for all he knew,
trawled the internet for porn. Certainly, after the first few minutes, she
showed no interest in what was happening in front of the camera whatsoever.
The following Saturday, she was again at the allotment at 8 a.m., in
thin, black tight leggings and red top, gardening gloves and green wellie boots,
adorned with pictures of puppies.
“Did you enjoy modelling for me the other day?” he asked the obvious
opening question.
“Yes, thanks,” she said, before taking another swig, burping and
grinning over her shoulder at him, “I kinda felt I was
someone else while I posed for you. I really enjoyed myself.”
“I liked the different clothes you brought,
“Not really,” she admitted, “but we do exercises and ballet stuff. I am
quite good at doing a bridge.”
“Oh, OK,” he said, “what do you wear when you do that?”
“Well, my Mum can’t afford much,” she went on, “so I wear my one piece
pyjama suit. It almost looks like a leotard.
“Bring it today,” he suggested, “if you’re willing to let me photograph
you doing it.”
“OK,” she said enthusiastically. Then suddenly her tone changed, she was
obviously unhappy about something, “my Mum says she would like my sister, May,
to come as well. Would it be alright?” He got the impression she almost wanted
him to say ‘no’. “As she’s fourteen,” she continued, “my Mum says she wouldn’t
need to come as well.”
“That’s alright,
“What’s that?” she asked, pouting at his confirmation May could come and
join them. She knew May was very pretty and maybe
As if reading her mind, he said: “You’ll not only have to pose half the
time, but you’ll have long breaks in between, to give you lots of time to look
nice for the next session. You could even play a game down there, in the
changing room, I used to play as a boy,” he lied, hoping she would take the
bait.
“What game?”
“The toilet is only narrow. When I was a lad, we had a similar one at
home, in an outhouse. What we used to do was have competitions. When you were sitting on the loo, you had to
lift your legs up and touch both walls at the same time and see how high you
could get your toes. Then we marked it with a pencil. Next time, you see if you
can go higher. The trick is this,” he put his hands under her calves and
unexpectedly lifted them up and outwards, almost making her spill her drink,
“the further forward you sit on the seat, the more you can lean back and so the
higher you can get your feet.” He slid her further towards his knees and lifted
her legs higher and wider. “Get the idea?” he asked, wondering if she realised
the camera, pointing at them both was running on video. When he looked at the
recording later, her thin black leggings clearly showed her white panties
underneath. He was now resting his hands on her red top, his fingers just
touching her belly, where a small gap had appeared between her leggings and
top.
“Yeah,” she said absently, “I think so.” He wondered if she would bite.
Time would tell.
“Do you have a boyfriend,
“Yeah, sort of,” she said, “his name’s Richard. He’s much older than me,
he’s nearly twelve.”
“Do you kiss him?” he asked.
“Sort of,” she blushed. “He’s not really a boyfriend. We just like each
other.”
There was a moments silence, both in their own
thoughts. “I like you coming here on your own,” he said, slipping his fingers
half an inch under her waistband, “we seem to get along well, without all the
other girls here.”
“Yeah, I guess,” she said, pulling his fingers back from nearly touching
her panties, under her leggings. He lifted his hands up as if inspecting his
fingers, then rested them down on her mound, not moving them in any way,
sensing she wouldn’t stand for that. She kept her hands on his in that position
for several minutes, before he announced it was time to get back to work.
Later,
May was relaxing. She was wearing a conservative pair of black jeans and
the red and blue sweater she’d arrived in.
“Right,
After twenty minutes,
After about fifteen minutes,
Trying to distract her,
As soon as May had gone,
He wasted no time in retrieving the SD card from the hidden camera in
the toilet. Pushing it into the slot on his laptop, he studied the recording,
having to fast forward through most of it, but in between finding a few gems, worth keeping for
posterity. Throughout this and all the subsequent photo sessions, May never
once used the toilet, and despite him trying to ply her with a variety of
drinks, never once did she show her pussy to his camera.
But his disappointment in May was far and away outweighed by his delight
in
Then, he knew what was about to happen, and had to restrain himself from
nudging the recording forward a minute or two. She turned towards the toilet
and lifted the lid, before turning towards the camera and pushed her panties
down, stepping out of them, now standing completely naked in front of the
camera. He could see her mound was long and thin. He could tell his hand might
cup it comfortably, with a nice cleft splitting it up the centre.
But instead of sitting on the pan, she frustratingly turned to the
mirror once more admiring herself, humming a tune to
herself. Then she sat and looked blankly ahead, while the sound of her urine
splashing into the water was caught by the camera’s microphone. She then stood
and grabbed the short pencil he’d left on the sink shelf for her, and sat down
again.
She shuffled on the seat, positioning herself as far forward as she
could, leaned back and in a moment, spread her legs high and wide. The camera
definition wasn’t perfect, perhaps a touch out of focus, not enough light where
it was needed, but suddenly
Several other scenes of her changing caught his attention. Sometimes she
stood naked, or topless. Sometimes she sang to herself, sometimes silent, but
always active, as she undressed and dressed for his camera and perverted
delight. May only stripped to her underwear, never dropping her panties. She
did occasionally stand in front of the mirror and rubbed her nipples, as if
stimulating, to make them stand proud, before pulling over a top or dress,
without wearing a bra, despite being a well endowed fourteen year-old. Was she
sending him a message, or did she just like teasing the old pervert behind the
camera?
The following Saturday took forever to arrive and once more, when he got
to the allotment,
At last, they felt the first spots of rain. It was time to have a break
and both headed for the shelter of his shed. Before they went inside, he said:
“Before we go in, would you mind if I photograph you opening and sipping from
your Dr. Pepper can?” She nodded. He went inside, grabbed the red can and in a
moment, unsighted by her, opened his fly and pulling his cock quickly out, ran it
around the rim, leaving a generous smear of pre-cum close to the tab. Quickly
zipping up again, he walked out to her, pulling the tab, a small amount of the
fizzing liquid escaping, disguising what he’d done, and handed it to her. “Wait
a moment,” he said, as he brought the camera up to his eye, “OK go ahead.” She
lifted the can to her lips and took a long swig, before looking into the
distance, holding the can a few inches from her mouth. She was unaware of the
spider web like string of pre-cum which stretched from the rim of the can to
her lips. Snapping another couple of shots, he thanked her and turned into the
shed door.
He placed his camera on it’s shelf pointing to
where they were to sit, before pouring his coffee from the flask.
“I’m cold,” she said, giving a little shiver, “I should’ve brought a sweater
to wear instead of this thin top over my cat suit.” In a moment,
“Are you warm now?” he asked.
“Yes it’s cosy, isn’t it?” she responded,
snuggling against him for a few seconds. He placed his hands over her mound,
where they had been last week, after she’d stopped him slipping his fingers
down inside. He realised the cat suit might be to stop him trying that again.
He didn’t know. They sat and chatted for a while. He shuffled in the seat, as
if getting more comfortable and lifted her legs over his, so her wellies were
outside his knees. He then very gently pressed his fingers into her mound,
feeling her shape. He wasn’t sure if she was wearing panties. If she was, they
were wafer thin. In his mind, her nakedness from the hidden camera vivid in his
mind, the two sensations coordinating to make this such an erotic experience.
There was a tension in the air, and throwing caution to the wind, he
gently started to rub her, where he felt her dimple merged into her clitty. She
didn’t react. Emboldened after a few seconds, he pressed a little into her,
continuing the motion, his finger tips moving over her sensitive clit. He knew
this was entirely alien to her.
“If it’s nice,” he almost whispered into her ear, “move your legs apart.
If it isn’t nice, move them together.” This was the moment of decision. She
lifted her legs into the air and moved them fractionally together, before
spreading her legs wide apart, with her boots hovering in the air.
“No,” she simply replied.
“Has anyone else done this to you?” he continued.
There was a moment’s hesitation before she said: “No.” He wondered if
Richard might have tried it on with her, or perhaps her step father, or a
teacher, or no one.
“Do you like me doing this to you,
“I don’t mind,” she said.
“Would you like me to carry on?”
“I don’t mind,” she repeated.
So for the next five minutes,
“Give me a cuddle,” he suggested. Still inside his pullover, she turned
and threw her arms with enthusiasm around him, pressing her face to his
shoulder. One of his hands was around her waist, the other now over her left
hip. He pushed his fingers down over the rise of her buttocks, down between her
thighs, feeling her girlhood, so familiar to him from her displays in the changing
room. He could feel her labia, squeezed out against his fingers, thick and
soft.
Suddenly, it was over. She pulled the pullover up, releasing herself and
stood before him, as if nothing had happened. For a moment, he had thought she
would run off screaming, but instead, she took his hands in hers and played a
little game with his fingers. She didn’t seemed phased
by her experience at all. Time would tell. As it happened, May found herself a
new boyfriend. Both girls’ studio visits dwindled and came to an end a few
weeks later.
“I really enjoy it,” she said, a definite glint in her eye, “it makes me
feel tingly at the bottom of my stomach.”
“Sure, that sounds fun,” she said, “let me think about it.”
The photography rolled on, both girls enjoying the work and when the two
hours were up, took their money and said they’d see him next week.
That following Saturday,
CHAPTER 9
Margaret’s Reckoning
Harry was nearly ready. The neighbours were due to arrive in about half
an hour, so he was relaxed and sitting with a beer, when the garden gate swung
open. It was another of Suzie’s close friends, Rosie. He’d grown very fond of
her over the months and found her to be particularly adventurous in bed,
wanting to try everything he’d ever imagined and some things he hadn’t. She’d admitted
to being an avid explorer of some dark sites on the net. She’d confessed she’d
visited some interactive sites and displayed herself to groups of like minded
men. But it wasn’t just her appetite to experiment, which gave him immense
satisfaction every time he fucked her, but something far more elemental to
Harry. It had been almost a year ago, soon after the Magnificent Seven group
had formed. He took a long sip of his beer, as his mind wandered back over all
those wonderful months. The six friends of Suzie’s had proved to be a challenge
to him. A challenge of pure joy, though.
It had started even before he’d met Suzie. He remembered a rainy day in
January. It was cold, drizzle falling, threatening to turn to snow, so he’d
parked his car as close to the supermarket entrance as he could. He got out,
locked the car and as he glanced up, he saw her standing, watching him.
Margaret. In that moment, many emotions swept through his body.
Lust for her: she had an incredible hunger in bed. She always wanted to
try something new. One time she would demand hours of oral sex; the next she
would want it up her arse, hard; the next, she wanted to be tied up and then he
had to whip her, then fuck for a while, then whip some
more and so on. It was always what she had wanted, never him.
Hatred of her: she had betrayed him. Promises of how they were going to
get married, set up home, have kids, live a life
together. Then one day, she announced she’d met someone and she was gone. As quick as that. He’d made enquiries and soon found she had
a new lover alright, someone similar to him. She was moving from one affair to
another, because behind it all, he’d found out, that all this time, she was
already married with children. She’d discarded him, like some piece of unwanted
garbage without a moment’s hesitation. Just flicked away.
Yes he had cause to hate her.
Pity for her: she had been a larger than life person. She had run out of
luck and willing men to support her needs, desires and
demands. Did he pity her? He preferred not to think about her at all. She’d
made a big hole in his life, which took years to repair; and even then only
because he met Suzie. No she was the author of her own destiny. He didn’t pity
her.
She was as surprised to see him as he was her. She was heading into the
shop too, and the weather demanded they didn’t stand in the cold, wet car park.
She had changed. She’d always worn expensive clothes. Now they looked cheap,
her shoes down at heal.
“Hello Margaret,” he said stiffly, “how are you?”
“I’m fine, thanks Harry,” she responded, slightly warmer than he’d
expected, “how about you. I hear you’re doing OK with your photographic work
for that twitchers magazine.”
“Yeah, it keeps me out of mischief,” he said, as he pulled a trolley out
for her from the stack and another for himself. “What mischief are you up to
nowadays? I can’t imagine you living without mischief. Kicked that new lover
into touch? Found another? How’s your husband and kids, by-the-way?” He couldn’t
hide the bitterness in his voice. What did surprise him was her lack of
reaction to his implied criticism. Then he realised something was amiss she
lacked her previous confidence, her domineering nature was subdued.
“I don’t have a lover, nor a husband, now,” she said, as she steered her
trolley passed the fruit and veg section.
“So what are you doing for kicks, Margaret? Tying yourself
up?” It was a cheap jibe, but it escaped his lips before he could clench his
teeth. She glanced at him, as she stopped and picked up a can of economy brand
baked beans and put it in her trolley.
“I lost my job, Harry and I lost my husband,” she said plaintively. “He
cut me off without a penny and went to live in
“Don’t even think of it, Margaret,” he said acidly. “You and I are
history. I had thought we would live happily ever after, then
you kicked me in the teeth and dumped me. No thank you. I am happy with my own
company and have been for the last five years since you walked out.” He left
the trolley where it was and walked out of the store, back to his car.
****************
He sat in the deck chair and took another sip of beer, realising he’d
slightly crushed the can in his hand. He smiled at Rosie, as she came up to him.
“Hello Birdie,” she said, using the nickname the girls had given him, “did you get my email?”
“You young lady, need your bottom smacking,” he said, semi seriously.
“I know,” she oozed through pursed lips, “I’m a very naughty girl and I
need you to teach me a lesson. Did you buy those nip clips I showed you last
time, Birdie?”
“No I didn’t, Rosie. You’re far to young to put
those sort of things on your little nipples.”
“But I’m not too young to fuck though am I?” She had a point, he
thought.
“I’ll think about it
“My Mum?” she asked puzzled. “What’s she got to do with the price of
cabbages?” He smiled at her rejoinder.
“I knew her once, a long time ago. Haven’t seen her in years,” he said
casually, playing it down. “I saw her in the car when she dropped you off, when
you came to see Suzie, some months back. Don’t say anything to her about me. We
didn’t part on the best of terms.” Harry remembered how similar Margaret’s appetites
in bed were to Rosie’s. Like mother, like daughter. She loved being tied up,
she loved being dominated and she loved some pain. In fact, she liked a lot of
pain. Every time he hit her with the riding crop across her naked buttocks,
while she was tied to the bed, she would cum intensely. He remembered Margaret
was exactly the same. He remembered what Margaret had done to him, and as he
whipped Rosie across her bottom, he imagined Margaret was on the receiving end.
It gave him far more satisfaction, than when he came all over her, as she
fought against the restraining ropes holding her down.
“I tell you what, Rosie,” he said brightly, “I will buy you those nip
clips, after all.” She grinned at him as she went off to find the other girls.
He sat watching her retreating back, thinking of the email she’d sent him. She’d
detailed how she wanted him to use one of Rachel’s large sized dildos, with the
rough nobbles which jutted out along it’s length. She wanted him to gag her, tie her to the bed
and after covering it in KY Jelly, shove it into her hard, then in her bum and
back again. She wanted it hard and rough. He wasn’t sure if this was his sort
of thing at all, but as she was Margaret’s daughter, and he always thought of
Margaret while he hurt Rosie, he knew he would do it. He also knew when she’d
had enough, he would leave the dildo deep in her,
before taking the riding crop to her buttocks for a few minutes. That would
make him cum all over her, he was sure.
Some weeks ago, she’d sent him another email. It was a link to a web
site selling very personal items. The object she’d highlighted was a full set
of BDSM items in a job lot. There was a pair of fur lined handcuffs, lengths of
rope, gags of various design, leg spreaders with ankle and hand clamps on the
ends, blindfolds and several types of whip, from a riding crop, similar to the
one he already used on her, to a cane, like schools used to use on misbehaving
boys.
He remembered that first time she’d asked him if he would help her try
something out. He naively agreed. It was several weeks after her deflowerment,
and since then she’d asked him to fuck her more and more frequently. Each time,
she seemed to want him to play rough. He was a gentle person on the whole,
experienced in avoiding any pain to his young playmates. This girl was the
reverse. And soon, he realised he’d caught a tiger by the tail. She was a chip
off the old block. He remembered Margaret’s tastes and knew where this would
head, one day.
She was carrying a cardboard box and after they had gone upstairs to his
bedroom, she emptied the contents onto the bed. He instantly recognised several
items. These belonged to Margaret, her mother. He’d had to use them before. He
told her immediately he wouldn’t use the skin piercing toys. He would willingly
tie her to the bed, gag her, use the leg spreaders and even the labia spreader
straps, which looked quite painful when clipped on like stocking suspenders.
Another item brought memories back to him, though. It looked like a fly swat,
but the working end was only an inch wide. She gave him a devilish grin when
she explained what she wanted him to do to her. He’d used this on Margaret many
times.
Quickly stripping off, obviously anxious to get the session started, she
fixed the leg spreaders to her ankles. They were telescopic, so could be
adjusted to any length to suit the person using them. She lay back and did the
splits, asked him to pull them a little further apart and fix them in place.
Next, she fitted the labia spreaders. They looked as though they would inflict
a lot of pain. When she clipped on the four clamps to her pussy lips, he
thought she would change her mind, but she smiled up at him when the last one
was on. Then lying back, she tightened the straps. Harry watched enthralled, as
her vagina was pulled further and further apart, opening wide, her pink and
coral passage disappearing deep into her. The end of the leg
spreaders each had a handcuff attached which he clipped around her wrists, as
she leaned forward, arms outstretched. She rolled onto her back again,
her legs sticking out sideways, held by the spreader bar, her arms stretched to
the limit. It looked most uncomfortable, just the way she wanted it. He took
hold of the spreader bar and pulled her towards the bottom edge of the bed. He
grabbed a couple of pillows and pushed them under her bottom, to lift her up a
bit. Her whole pudenda was pointing at him at the
perfect angle.
He stood over her only seeing her mother. He was not into sadomasochism
at all, but in this case, he would make an exception. He took his time
stripping off, seeing her frustrated expression, desperate for him to start.
“Ready Rosie? You know you’ve been a very naughty
girlie and I have to punish you,” he said, getting into the roll play she’d
asked of him.
“Yes, Birdie, I know, but as you weren’t around to fuck me, I wanted to
play with my vibrator instead,” she said through pursed lips, with her eyes now
slits.
“Well you know what the punishment is for disobeying me, don’t you?”, he said in a strict voice, as he eyed the narrow fly
swat.
“I know Birdie. I have been a bad girl, haven’t I.
I think as it isn’t the first time, you’d better smack me a bit harder, this
time.” Even as Harry looked, he could see her vagina, stretched to the limit,
start to pulse. She started a series of rapid contractions. She was cuming
already and he hadn’t even touched her. He picked up the ball gag and pushed it
into her mouth, none too gently, before slipping the straps over her head.
He moved to the foot of the bed and picking up the narrow fly swat,
stood looking down at her, tapping it’s end in the
palm of his left hand. Then without any warning, he swung it hard and fast, the
nearest part of the inch wide strip of flexible plastic landing full square on
her perineum, curling over her vagina, the tip smacking into her clitoris with
a sharp crack.
She snorted through her nose, her eyes screwed tight shut, her back,
despite the way she was restrained, arched. Her face showed neither pain nor
pleasure. He quickly swung it again, slightly further forward, this time, the heal on her vagina and the end cracking over her mound.
By now, she was beyond any coherent thinking. She was in a wonderland of her
own unique making.
The way her chest was heaving and from the hiss of her breath through
her nose and the writhing of her body, not to say the way her vagina was
pulsing, despite the clips holding her open, there was no misunderstanding that
she was cuming hard now, little squirts of cum juice spraying from her red
swollen pussy.
Again and again he hit her. This was the forth or fifth time she’d
wanted him to dominate her in this way. She’d told him afterwards what she’d
liked and what she wanted different next time. So following her detailed
instructions, he kept swiping the fly swat hard into her pudenda, watching as
her orgasm seemed to rise and rise, as the tension in her body increased to a
point he thought she would pass out. But not this one.
He knew she was ready, when she grunted three times. It was the signal
they’d agreed. His left hand had already been stroking himself hard from the
start of this depraved act, and on hearing her grunts, he dropped the fly swat,
took hold of the spreader bars and placing his cock in her entry, with one
thrust of his hips, was eight inches inside the eleven year-old, spurting even
before he was in full depth. He might not like using violence on any girl, but
it sure intensified his own orgasm, and it took a couple of minutes, before
he’d completely unloaded into her.
“Rosie mustn’t be such a bad girl, next time,” he said, as he pulled his
trousers back up.
“No Birdie, I shall try and be a good girl, next time,” she muttered.
“Oh, haven’t you forgotten something?”
“No,” he replied, reaching for his phone, “I was just fetching it.” He
took half a dozen pictures between her spread legs, showing the red and blue
bruising, of her angry pussy, semen now seeping from her in volumes. He then
took a few more, showing her whole body in it’s bound
position. He would send them on to her later. She had found a chat room on the
dark net, where they paid her to upload such material. Some time ago, she’d
told him about it and asked him to photograph her after each session. She’d
told him her Bitcoin account was getting quite
valuable it was over £2,000 already. And all for doing something she loved.
Like mother, like daughter.
* * * * * *
Soon after Rosie disappeared to find her friends,
“I don’t know how I feel today,” replied
“Nor me!” added Liz. This was an old joke they repeated over and over,
but they enjoyed it. It was all part of the fun of the Magnificent Seven Club.
They stepped towards him, one either side of his outstretched legs. His hands
were under their short skirts in a moment, neither wearing
panties, feeling the dampness, between their spread thighs, realising they
had spent time together before coming to the barbeque. He wondered for a moment
what they’d done to each other. Their swollen labia gave the game away. He
didn’t try to arouse them, they were aroused already, but he did let his middle
fingers slip along their clefts and into their vagina entries. They weren’t
damp, they were wet and slippery and his fingers slid in with almost no
resistance. One knuckle, two, all the way.
It was six months ago they had come to him asking if they could have
their sleepover. Because it was a long weekend, it had taken some arranging.
But eventually, Rachel had said she wanted to go away for the weekend with
Angie and Gerry, and would he look after Suzie? Of course he would, he’d
replied and so the date was fixed.
Taking their virginities, which had gone on all night, was in itself a
wonderful experience, although they both experienced some initial discomfort
and shed some blood. The two girls were close lesbian friends and insisted
whatever he did to one, he must also do to the other. But that wasn’t the end
of it. At first light the following morning, they needed a long fuck each. But at the same time. So he spent ten minutes on one, then
the same to the other. He had cum so many times during the night, including
Suzie’s usual pre-dawn session, when she lay on his front and worked herself
onto him, that he knew he would be able to keep going
for hours. The problem was, that’s exactly what they
wanted. It went on for hours.
Finally he came in Liz, thinking that would be it until he’d recovered,
but not a bit of it.
That night it continued and Harry was beginning to think he couldn’t
manage any more, when they finally fell asleep. He wasn’t even aware of Suzie
climbing on top of him and impaling herself on his cock and working her
pleasure for half an hour, before she too lay her head on his chest and fell
asleep. Most of that following day, they alternated between swimming in the
pool, laying on the sun loungers and having more sex.
He worried that he wouldn’t be able to manage anything on the third night. He was saved the
trouble, though, because
CHAPTER 10
Mary, Mary, quite contrary – The second Pact
The last of the Magnificent Seven to arrive was Mary. Beautiful, red
haired, freckle faced Mary, who had so surprised him when she had come round
for her sleepover a few months ago. Mary, whose parents came from
It started the second time the girls came round for a get-together at
Harry’s house. All, that is except Mary, who’d had to
finish up some chores for her Mum. The others a little
uncertain what the house rules were, waited for Suzie to lead the way.
She stripped off, in front of Harry and smiled as they all followed suit. After
their “In-at-the-deep-end” introduction to sex, he’d been unsure they would
return, despite Suzie’s assurances they would. After commenting that he was
overdressed, the six girls trotted out of the door and as one, jumped into the
pool, soon beginning their games; some little girl games, some quite adult. He
casually looked out of the window, as he slipped out of his clothes, now
standing naked watching the show outside.
As if she been waiting for the signal, the
splash of the pool gave her, Mary quietly entered the room, seeing him ogling
her friends, absently playing with his rising cock with one hand. She stood
watching him for a while seeing his cock grow to full tumescence.
“If you play with that too much, Birdie,” she said, interrupting his
reverie, “it’ll drop off.”
He turned and smiled at her warmly. He knew she was the shyest in the
group and needed handling carefully so she didn’t run out one day shouting
“rape” or “that man molested me.” She came and stood beside him, looking out of
the window.
“Do you like being a pedo, Birdie?” she asked, the unexpected question
suddenly hitting him. “Is it like you’re one person on the inside and another
on the outside?”
He looked down at her, thinking for a moment, before saying: “You know Mary, I didn’t even know I was, until I met Suzie. And now I
wouldn’t change anything. So yes, I think I do like it and yes, it is like I am
two people. Why do you ask?”
“Well, all my life, I’ve had this burning feeling inside me. Like, I dunno, err like I have someone else inside me trying to get
out. Someone who’s part of me, but not. Always telling
me to do everything different to what I am doing. Does that make sense, Birdie?”
“It sounds, Mary like you have a split personality. One part of you says
‘do this,’ the other part says: ‘do that.’ It’s not
unusual, you know,” he said reassuringly. “But you have always been so quiet
and shy and, well a follower not a leader. Why are you telling me this?”
“Because I feel safe here with you and Suzie and the other girls,” she
said in quite an emotional tone. “I think I can be myself here.”
Harry realised he was walking on very thin ice with this girl. One wrong
word and she would be out of the door, never to return, except with blue lights
and sirens.
“So what would you like to do, Mary? The other girls are outside playing
in the pool. They’re having fun. Do you want to go out and join them? Or would
you……..”
“No,” she interrupted, getting up and moving between him and the window,
facing him, “I want my other self to have her say. I want to do whatever this
voice in my head wants.”
“Oh,” he said uncertainly, “and what does it want?”
“It wants this,” She said emphatically. She put her hands on his hips
and pushed him backwards towards a seat behind him, making him sit with a
thump. She followed him closely, her legs now either
side of his, the hem of her short skirt just scraping over his thighs. She
lifted it up with her hand, letting it drop over his rigid cock. She put her
hands on his shoulders and with no hesitation, lowered herself on to him,
squatting down.
“But I have a house rule, Mary. You know that. I will only ……what are
you doing Mary, I thought I made it clear……Oh fuck.” She was wearing no panties and in this
position, her pussy was spread wide open. Before she arrived, she had found
some KY Jelly in her Mum’s bathroom cabinet and filled her vagina with more
than enough. His cock was pressing into her now, as she lowered herself down,
feeling him pressing into her, his crown suddenly popping through her tight
bit. “Mary, you really shouldn’t be doing this, you know that don’t you,” he
muttered, as he put his hands under her spread thighs, taking some of her
weight. Even so, he wasn’t prepared for what she did next, when she just dropped
her weight down onto him, forcing his cock deep into her.
“Mary!” He gasped, his foreskin having been ripped painfully back, “what
are you doing?”
“What the fuck do you think I’m doing?” using language he’d never heard
her utter before. “I wanted to be the first, and I’m making sure I won’t be the
fucking last.” Harry realised this girl really did have a split personality. The “little-girl-who-never-says-or-does-anything-wrong, and the one
with a bit of the devil in her. He realised he liked this side of her.
They rested for a few seconds. She unclipped and unwrapped
her skirt and tossed it onto the floor. He looked down, and could see traces of
her virgin bleed where they were joined. He lifted her up with his knees and
hands, before dropping her down again, feeling her bum land on his thighs. He
was in deep, very deep. He lifted her again and then again, pausing for a few
seconds between each cycle. She was staring into his eyes. He couldn’t read her
thoughts, but he could see she wanted this and a lot more besides. As he lifted
her once more and dropped her again, she came. He could feel her vagina pulsing
along the whole length of his shaft, squeezing his crown hard and often. He
knew he wouldn’t last long, but he was very experienced in fucking preteens,
and if anyone could make this last, he could.
“Mary, are you going to say anything to Suzie and the others about
this?” he asked.
“No fucking way,” she retorted as she lifted herself up as far as her
legs allowed, helped by his hands beneath her. “They’ll think I’m cock hungry,
or something.”
“But you are!” he said, smiling as he lifted her once more.
“I know that and you know that,” she said her mouth pulling to one side,
“but they don’t need to know that, and you’re not going to tell them are you,
Birdie?”
“No, on one condition,” he replied, one of his eyebrows cocked high.
“What’s that,” she asked, as she started another cycle of cuming.
“When you and I fuck, one time we do it your way, then the next time
it’s my way,” he said in a devilish tone.
“Oh you mean up the bum?” she grinned.
“Something like that,” he confirmed.
“Yeah, Suzie said you like it that way. OK you got a deal.”
At that moment , his cock swelled deep inside
her as he blasted even deeper, sending her own orgasm higher and higher. He
pulsed and pulsed, emptying himself until there was nothing left to give. At
last, she lifted herself off him, her hands still on his shoulders. “So next
time, it’s up my bum then, Birdie. I think I might like that.”
Mary picked up her pile of clothes, spread around the room, and walked
out of the door, leading to the pool. She dropped the clothes near the changing
room, and dived into the water, to join her friends, leaving an invisible trail
of slightly pink mucous in the water behind her.
“Hi, Suzie, hi girls,” she said, brightly, “I’m feeling really horny
today, whose in for a bit of fun?”
It was only a few days later, Suzie had been told by Rachel they had to
go and see Granny for the day. Suzie had moaned about it to the other girls.
Not because she didn’t love her Granny, but because she knew Harry would be on his own, when she could have spent the day in his bed and
he could have spent the day in her. So early on the Wednesday morning, Rachel
and Suzie drove off. It was only a matter of five minutes later,
there was a knock on the door. Harry was surprised to see Mary standing there.
She had noted what Suzie had said and waited around the corner, out of sight
until their car drove passed.
He was very glad he didn’t have any close neighbours overlooking his
front door, because this usually shy and demure girl was dressed to kill. She
was wearing the tightest white terry shorts he’d ever seen in his life and a
crop top, also in white, with some red hearts printed over her, recently
rising, boobs. Her long blazing red hair, glistening in the bright sunshine,
was flowing down her back, untied. Her green eyes seemed to sparkle.
“Hello Mary, Suzie’s not here,” he said, looking up the road left and
right to make sure no one saw this bombshell of an eleven year-old wasn’t seen.
“I know,” she said, pushing passed him into the hallway, “it’s you I
came to see.” She giggled before saying: “Actually it’s you I came to fuck, or
bugger, or suck. Remember, Birdie, it’s your turn to choose.” She turned into
the sitting room, and flopped down into one of the easy chairs. “So what’s it
to be, Birdie? Where would you like me, bent over this chair or sitting in your
chair with me in your lap, or something really naughty, like going to the park
and let me sit on you, with your cock inside me, while people walk by thinking
you’re my Daddy?”
“You, my girl, need a damn good spanking,” he said, half smiling.
“No,” she said, “don’t confuse me with Rosie. I’m really a very quiet
well behaved little girl who always gets top marks at school and asks her Mum
if she needs any help in the house. My Mum says butter wouldn’t melt in my
mouth. Do you think your cock would, shall we try?” This time, she burst out
laughing at his expression. Harry was many things, one being a good judge of
character. But Mary, Contrary Mary, proved he could never be certain of his judgement
again.
He decided it was time he took charge of the situation. “Mary, I never
fuck anyone without Suzie knowing, you know that,” he started to say…..
“Except me the other day,” she retorted, “I bet you didn’t tell her
about that, did you?”
“That’s beside the point,” he said weakly, “it’s like being unfaithful
to her.”
“What, when she spends far more time between other girls’
thighs than you do. Don’t be daft, Birdie. If Suzie fancied another cock, she’d
have it,” she said with perhaps a little more knowledge than guesswork. He
wondered what Suzie had confessed to her friends, thinking it might upset him
if he knew what she’d be willing to do with her six friends, if opportunity
presented itself.
“Well let’s just agree not to say anything to her, OK?” he stated.
She drew her finger across her tight lips, like a zip. “Mum’s the word,”
she said. “So, Birdie, today I’m all yours what do you want to do?”
He thought for a moment, his cock rising already. “Stay right here, I’ll
be right back,” he instructed. “Make yourself useful while I’m upstairs, close
the curtains double lock the front and back doors, and get your clothes off,”
he went to move to the stairs, before turning. “Oh one more thing, bring two of
the chairs from the dining room in here. Put them here in the middle of the
room, facing each other, a foot or so apart.”
He went upstairs and could hear her moving around down below, presumably
doing as he’d instructed, while he went to the toy drawer containing all the
items he needed, pulled out a small cloth bag he used for the purpose and
dropped the selected items into it. Walking downstairs, the sitting room was in
semi darkness, with the curtains now closed. Mary was naked, sitting on one of
the chairs he’d asked her to bring in, her hands on her knees in a position she
might have adopted in church. He put the bag down on the coffee table and
turned to her.
“Right Mary,” he said, “as I recall you fucked me without permission
last week. Is that correct?” She nodded, unsure what he would do or say next.
“I was going to put you over my knee, and spank your bottom.” Her eyes went wide
with alarm. “In fairness, though, you did say I can now do whatever I want in
return, true?” She nodded again, really unsure where this was
leading. “Right, young lady, I haven’t really had the chance to look at
you have I? I mean last time you were dressed until we got started and the only
other time was when I fucked Suzie in front of you all and, well, I didn’t
really get a chance to single anyone out, or look at you properly.” She still
wasn’t sure what he meant. “Stand up Mary. Good, that’s right. Now step up onto
the chairs, one foot on each would you? Good, move your feet a little further
apart. Now I want to look at you properly. Is that alright?” She nodded
uncertainly. “Don’t move, unless I tell you to. Put your hands down at your
sides.”
She followed his instructions, feeling a thrill running through her
lower belly into her pussy already, knowing she was damp down there. He stepped
towards her and started by looking closely at her face. Her
eyes following him. “Don’t look at me, Mary, look straight ahead,” he
said, as his eyes moved to her nipples. She had small cones, the size a ten year-old
might have, barely half an inch high and the same in diameter. Her areolæ showed
a small ring of goose-bumps surrounding her puffy nipplets. He moved in to them
and touched each with his tongue, just once. She shuddered at the contact. He
glanced down, and was surprised to see light glistening on her thigh, just
below her pussy. She was aroused, very aroused and already, it was leaking from
her.
He moved behind her, and looked at the whole of her back. Her red hair
reached down almost to the small of her back, beneath which the rise of her
bottom dominated his vision. She had firm looking, rounded buttocks, each with
a small dimple near the top, which curved inwards, meeting in the most
beautiful crack any eleven year-old could hope for. It was deep and wide enough
to be inviting. He was so tempted to pull them apart and get his tongue in
there, but that would spoil the moment. Where her buttocks met her thighs,
there was a well defined crease line almost underlining her bottom.
Her thighs didn’t meet at the top, there was a two inch gap, below which, they tapered out, touching two or three inches down. He
leaned down to look through the triangular tunnel her thighs and labia made,
seeing her cleft disappearing forwards. He blew through that narrow tunnel,
hearing her gasp. He watched as she clenched, her pussy lips tightening up,
before relaxing once more.
Straightening up again, he walked around to her front and leaning
forward, looked closely at her mound. Some girls have long thin mounds, some
rounded, some plump and some almost flat. Some clefts are very short, starting
low down disappearing where their mound curves under them, between their
thighs, others have clefts seeming to reach half way to their tummy buttons.
Some have dimples and some not. Some showed no cowl over their clit, others
seemed to have huge wrinkled skin growths there. Every girl was different, like
the features of a face. Some looked pretty, some less so. Some looked just
wonderful, for no particular reason. She was blessed with a wonderful mound,
full, pouting both broad and tall. Her cleft although not the longest he’d ever
seen reached up almost to where her mons curved into
her tummy. She had a half inch wide dimple like a mini crater which was deep,
leading to her cleft, where just a slip of skin betrayed where her clitty hid
beneath.
He glanced up and saw her looking down at him. “Eyes front, Mary,” he
repeated his earlier instruction, look straight ahead. “I’m going to start
touching you now. Keep your hands at your sides and don’t move.” He
straightened up, and looked again at her puffies. He leaned in and licked one a
couple of times, then the other. He smiled to himself when he heard her sharp
intake of breath. He took first one into his mouth sucking very gently on her,
letting his tongue explore her shape and hardness and sensitivity, which was
answered by another gasp. He repeated this with the other, feeling her nipple
becoming erect, hard, as the blood of her arousal filled her puffies.
Still with her boob entirely encompassed by his mouth, he reached down
and touched her cleft, feeling her little slip of skin against his finger tip.
She bent forward in reaction, pulling away from his touch without meaning to do
so. “I told you not to move, Mary,” he said. “If you do it again, I will have
to punish you.” She straitened up again, but he too took his mouth from her,
now looking at her swollen areolæ and hard nipples.
Harry now knelt down in front of her, and brought both hands up to her
mons, his thumbs just either side of her cleft, where it curved down under her.
He pressed gently to her and prised her lips apart, letting her cowl flower
open, exposing her hard little nub of a clitoris. He took a full minute just
looking at her girlhood, appreciating it’s wondrous
beauty. He then moved closer, inhaling her aroma; the intoxicating odour of
little girl arousal. He paused once more, letting the moment last. He moved
down an inch and opening his mouth wide, took her whole mound into his mouth,
holding back a moment, while he sucked very gently. He could feel her quivering
now, knowing she was on the brink. He touched her clit with his tongue very
gently and instantly knew what would happen. She thrust herself forward, trying
to increase the friction between them. He pressed his tongue harder to her,
flicking her clitty several times. He knew the moment had come as she took a
deep breath and held it. He pulled back from her, moving his hands to her hips.
She let out her breath in frustration, and went to move her hands down to her
pussy. He grasped her wrists before they got there, making her lean forward,
trying to let her orgasm blossom, knowing it was ebbing away.
“I told you not to move, Mary,” he said in a semi firm voice. “Now I’m
going to have to punish you.”
“Punish me? How?” she plaintively asked.
“Do you think you can stand still for one whole minute?” he asked.
“Of course,” she replied confidently.
“Alright,” he said, reaching for his little bag, “close your eyes and
stand absolutely still for one minute.”
When she had her eyes screwed up closed, Harry held out the little girl
vibrator he’d pulled from the bag and switched it on. It was one of the silent type which made almost no noise at all.
“Right, Mary, your minute starts now.” He touched the tip against her,
now engorged clitty. Almost instantly she jumped with the stimulation. “You
moved again, Mary, It will have to be two minutes. He pressed the toy against her,
his eyes moving between her face and where the toy was pressed to her cleft. He
could see the tension in her face and body. Would she manage to hold out for
two whole minutes? Her knees began to shake at just over one minute. Her tummy
started to dip and bulge And just as she got to a
minute and a half, she took that deep breath once again, heralding a crashing
climax. So Harry quickly pulled away the vibrator, leaving her right on the
peak.
“Oh no, oh
“Sorry Mary, you moved again. This time the punishment will have to be
something more severe,” he warned. “Get down off the chairs, please. Good now
turn the chairs, facing the same way. Put them so there is a gap between them
just wide enough for me to stand there, would you? Excellent.
Now kneel on them, one knee on each chair. That’s right.” He handed her a long,
padded piece of plywood, hinged in the centre, normally used to cover a window
seat. With it’s padding, it was ideal. “Fold that over the back of the chairs
under your tummy, and bend right over it. That’s good, but I need your knees
further apart. That’s it, wide apart.” He waited until she was bent well over
the back of the chairs, so her bottom was high. “Good, well done Mary, now the
first part of your punishment is this.” In less than a second, he smacked her
left and right buttocks with his palm quite hard, making her squeal.
“Ow! That fucking hurt,” she blustered, “what
did you do that for?”
“Language, Mary. If you swear at me, you get punished again,” he said.
“Now you have to take the next part of your punishment like a good girl and not
move a muscle. Do you think you can?” Without waiting for an answer, he placed
his palms on her buttock, thumbs over her crack and slowly pulled her open,
watching her anus flower open like a sunflower.
“My, you do have a pretty bottom Mary. Are you looking forward to me
putting my big cock deep inside you there? I am.” Without waiting for an
answer, he leaned forward and started to lick her bottom almost from her labia, up to the small of her back again and again he ran
his tongue from one end to the other, tasting her tartness. She was breathing
heavily. Her almost-orgasm of a minute or two ago was still simmering beneath
the surface and it wouldn’t take a lot for her to blast off into cum heaven.
“Now, Mary, that was very good, you didn’t move at all, so I will finish
your punishment with this. He again smacked her hard, once on each buttock,
making her arch her back. As she moved, he could see
her vagina swell, pulse open and close again. She was right on the brink. “Well
done Mary, punishment over. But in future, when you turn up, knowing Suzie
isn’t here, you will have to do everything I say, or you will be punished. Do
you understand?”
“Yes Birdie. Every time I’m here without Suzie, I have to do everything
you tell me to do. Will Suzie be out again soon, Birdie?” She grinned at him
over her shoulder.
“You’re a very naughty girl, Mary. I think I should spank you again, or
shall I just fuck you up the bum, like you asked me to do?” He reached for his
bag again, and pulled out a tube of KY Jelly, and swiftly coated the vibrator
with it, before pushing the nozzle into her anus and squeezed a generous dollop
into her. As he pulled the nozzle from her, she clenched, making a little of
the slimy substance push back out. He scooped it up with his finger tip and
pushed it into her rectum, feeling her warm buttery passage for the first time.
She was clenched still, so he waited until she relaxed for a moment, before
pushing through her tight sphincter. Again she clenched. “Relax Mary,” he
instructed. “Try pushing like you’re doing a poo.” He felt her relax and pushed
his finger in as far as he could reach. He paused for a moment, savouring the
feeling of his finger being inside her young, warm body, where his cock would
be in a few minutes.
Before he pulled his finger out, he switched on the vibrator and
carefully touched her clitty with the tip. Instantly, he felt her clamp on his
finger, as she came, frustrated yet again when he took it away from her after
just a few seconds. Her breathing patterns told him everything he needed to
know. Next, he drew his finger slowly from her bottom and as soon as it popped
out, put the tip of the, now switched off, vibrator into her entry. He applied
moderate pressure, and let it sink into her. One inch, two,
four, all six inches. He decided to let her have some pleasure now.
She’d nearly cum so many times and never once complained when he stopped her.
Harry flicked the switch on, and instantly her back arched with the
tension, as the stimulation transferred through her Perianal
Septum, through to her clitoris, now hyper sensitive from the intense
stimulation he’d given her. He pulled the vibrator out and pushed it fully in.
He repeated this half a dozen times, listening to her gasps and seeing the
muscular contractions of her vagina, knowing she was enjoying this to the full.
He pushed the toy as far into her as it could reach, and left it there, giving
her pleasure, while he took the last item from the bag. It was his long black
tapered dildo, which Suzie liked him to use before he buggered her. He quickly
coated it with more of the KY, then swiftly dropping his clothes to the floor,
coated his cock too.
Next, Harry took hold of the vibrator, twisted it left and right a few
times and then drew it slowly from her. She tried to follow it, but a warning
that movement made spanks, stopped her. As soon as it
popped out, he put the narrow end of the anal dildo in it’s
place. The tip was no thicker than his finger. Half way along it was as thick
as the vibrator and at full ten inches depth, it was
thicker than his cock. Twisting it, he started to push it into her, watching
avidly as it slipped inch by inch into her bowels. At first it slipped in
easily, but when he got half way, he started to feel the resistance, as her
passage was forced open by the ever thicker shaft.
Still twisting it as he pushed it further in, she grunted in discomfort.
He paused, switched on the vibrator again and held it under her, lifting it
into her cleft. The instant it touched her clitty, her back again arched, as
her arousal broke into a climax. As he watched, the muscles of her buttocks
clenched over and over with her contractions. Each time she clenched, he pushed
the dildo in another half inch, until at last the whole ten inches was in the
eleven your old child.
Leaving the dildo where it was, he now played her clitty with the
vibrator, rolling it over her sensitive place left to right, pushing forward
and backward, pressing and releasing it. Her orgasm seemed to just go on and
on. The moment had arrived. The moment they had both craved for.
Harry carefully pulled the long dildo from her. The instant it came out,
he dropped it on the floor and taking his rock hard cock, pushed the end into
her. She was so dilated, and with her ongoing orgasm, she just swallowed him
up. He fed it in, and her rectum took it all. In less than five seconds, he was
balls deep up the arse of the little girl.
He paused for just a few moments, before he pulled almost all the way
out of her then pushed in again. He was savouring the feel of his long, thick
cock being squeezed by this child’s buttery passage. Every dip and undulation
of her passage rolled down his crown each time he pushed in or pulled out. A faint
smell of shit filled the air. Not unpleasant at all. As the seconds passed, he
speeded up, his pubis beginning to slap against her buttocks and thighs.
Standing between the two chairs, his hands on Mary’s hips, her knees far
apart, one on each chair, her belly folded over the padded plywood support over
the chair backs, he was in the perfect position to ream this girl hard and long
and that’s just what he intended. But he wasn’t finished with giving her
pleasure too. So picking up the vibrator, which he’d left buzzing on one of the
chairs, he reached round her, feeling with one hand, the vibrator in the other.
Locating her vagina, he carefully pealed her engorged labia apart, pressed the
tip into her. He immediately felt the vibes himself, on his crown, as he pushed
in and out of her, just a fraction of an inch.
But Mary was rising to ever greater heights. She’d already cum and cum
and cum. This was even better than the other day, when she’d fucked him without
his agreement. This was just so naughty, so dark, so
good. She could feel him trying to push the toy into her pussy, and he was
fumbling, hesitating, spoiling the moment. She reached
down, and found his hand and pushed upwards, forcing the vibrator deep into her
vagina in one movement. Instantly, she felt the vibrations far inside, up
against that tingling spot, she could never quite reach with her fingers. She
crashed into yet another mind
numbing orgasm. The next few minutes seemed to merge into one
haze of pleasure and more pleasure and yet more, until at last it was over.
She hadn’t realised he’d cum in her, blasting deep into her bowels.
Harry stood still, letting Mary take as much pleasure from her buggeration as
she wanted. The vibrator was buzzing away inside her. He could feel it through
her body, even as he shrank within her. Finally, she stopped cuming, so slowly
he pulled the vibrator from her, as his flaccid cock slipped out of her anus.
She straightened up, her hands on the chair backs, then stepped one foot then
the other down, tentatively standing, as if seeing if she could. He saw semen
already seeping between her buttocks flowing down her crack.
“Do you want a shower, Mary?” he asked. She nodded her head, as she
leant down and picked up her phone. Her thumbs were like lightening, as all
youngsters are with apps. Dropping it on the pile of clothes, she ran up the
stairs, where moments later he heard the shower running. Harry looked at the
phone lying on her soiled panties and leant down to pick it up, wondering what
she’d been up to. His eyebrows were raised in a flash.
“Hi, Sooz. Fucked
me bum. Reeely gooood. Came lots. All gooey now. Will join you in twenty
after shower. Tell you about it then. M xxx.”
The message ended there. He placed the phone down where it had been and quickly
pulled his clothes back on, while he heard the shower switch off upstairs. He
sat down and pondered the problem. He’d cheated on Suzie and Suzie already
knew. That meant she had probably put Mary up to it in the first place, both
the other day and now. Why? That was the question. Then he realised. Suzie
wanted to be able to fuck anyone else she wanted, without feeling guilty about
it. That had to be the reason. He thought about what to do about it, then heard the footsteps coming down the stairs.
“Are you off now, Mary?” he asked in a casual way.
“Yeah, I have to meet my Mum, down the shops,” she lied. He opened the
door for her. As she stepped out, she said: “Next Wednesday, then?” It was more
of a statement than a question.
“Next Wednesday,” he echoed.
As soon as the door closed behind her, he reached for his own phone and
with as much speed as he could, but nowhere near as fast as Mary, he typed:
“Suzie, come home immediately. I must talk to you. This is urgent.” Ten seconds
later her reply came in: “On my way, Birdie, what’s the problem?” He smiled as
he tapped slowly in: “The problem is I love you more than anyone else. Get home
quickly.”
She almost barged through the door ten minutes later, breathless. “What,
what is the matter?” she asked anxiously.
“Sit down, Suzie, I have something to say and I need you to listen to
me.” He watched, as she sat on one of the dining room chairs still where Mary
had left it. He pulled the other one round, so when he sat, he was facing her,
their knees just touching. He took her hands in his and held them, resting over
his knees.
“My darling, I have something to tell you and I don’t want you to hear
it from someone else,” he started, “I have a confession to make. But I also
have something to ask you too.” He looked at her face, seeing, not worry now,
but almost expectation, as if she knew what was coming. “When Mary came here
the other day, you know later than the others. She took advantage of me. In a
moment of weakness, I let her. This was while you were all in the pool. We had
a fuck. Then today, after you went out, she came round again, and, well, I
fucked her again, but this time up her bum.”
She went to speak, her face impossible to read. He held his hand up to
stop her, before she lied to him. “But there’s something else,” he continued.
“I know you arranged it all. You asked Mary to do it, didn’t you?” Her face
changed from one of acted outraged protest, to uncertainty. “So I have a
question to ask you, my darling, Knowing I love you more than life itself, I
asked myself why you would do such a thing? It could only be to test me,
right?” she nodded, her lower lip now between her teeth. “Then I asked myself,
why would you test me? Then I realised why. You wanted me to fuck Mary when you
weren’t there. It was so you would be free to fuck someone else if you wanted
to. Do I have it right? That’s the truth of it, isn’t it?”
There was a tear running down her cheek, and her lips were quivering.
“Are you cross with me Daddy?” she asked, using the name she only used in their
most intimate times together.
“Well I’m not happy with you,” he said, very relieved he’d been able to
turn a decidedly dodgy situation entirely around to his own advantage. “I
thought we had a very special relationship where we trusted one another. That’s
why I knew I had to tell you about Mary. But all along, you were trying to
trick me. Who is it Suzie? Who do you want to fuck?”
“No one Daddy, I promise, no one.” She wiped away another tear.
“But you want to don’t you?” he asked quietly. She looked up at him
silently for several seconds, before she slowly nodded.
“Do you mind, Daddy?” she asked equally quietly.
“No my darling, if that’s what you want to do.” He responded. He
remained silent himself for almost half a minute. “You and I have a very
special relationship, don’t we?” She nodded. “Before we met, we were both very
lonely people. Then we found each other and we fell in love. I don’t think I
will ever love anyone but you for as long as I live. We fuck, we make love and
we have fun together in many ways. But we should never hold each other back
from enjoying others too if the opportunity comes along. So why don’t we have a
pact?” She looked up, hope in her face now; the tears finally stopping. Her hand wiping her cheek dry. “Let us both agree we can go
with anyone we choose, whenever we choose, as long as we only love each other
and tell each other every little detail afterwards. What do you say?” She
suddenly grinned up at him; she crooked her little finger, he locked his own
into it. “That’s a cross my heart and cock up the bum promise,” he said. They
sealed it with a kiss.
“Oh one more thing,” he said, “as you’ve been a
bad girl, I think you owe me a blow job.”
“No chance,” she laughed, “Like you just said, I know it’s just been up
Mary’s bum. I love you lots, Birdie, but even I don’t love you enough to do
that. Would a hand job do?”
“It’ll do very nicely,” he said, unclipping his belt.
CHAPTER 11
The Barbeque
Harry’s mind came back to the present. He finished his beer, looked at
his watch and decided to put a light to the charcoal. He thought back over the
last few months and realised his life had changed completely and there wasn’t a
single thing he would do to reverse any of it. Since that day, all those weeks
ago, Suzie hadn’t gone with anyone else; but then neither had she looked for
anyone else either. Her relationship with Harry was stronger as a result. More open and honest. They were both happier.
The flames were just licking around the charcoal now, when he heard the
doorbell chime, through the house. He heard the muffled voices of Rachel
greeting their guests. After a few seconds, Rachel emerged through the bi-fold
doors, followed by two women and a man. She introduced them. “Harry, this is
“Can I get you a drink…ladies?” And so the party started. Seconds later,
there was a pattering of small feet, as the girls, having chatted in the
sitting room for a while came out to see what there was to drink. There was now
Suzie with her six friends and the five girls from
“How long have you been here?” asked
“Oh, just over a year now,” he replied. “I lived the other side of the
village before, but when I met Rachel and Suzie, we decided to move here. She’s
my housekeeper.”
“Oh, I see,” replied
“What do you do?” Harry asked the predictable question, to which he
already knew the answer to in fine detail.
“Fancy another beer,
“Have you tried that new restaurant, Nookie’s,
in Broadwood?” asked Cathy, “I hear it’s very good.”
“No,” said Rachel, “I’ve heard good reports too, but we haven’t been
yet.” At that moment, Sierra happened to walk passed them, followed by Rachel’s
eyes. She was wearing her bright Day-Glo pink bikini, which was cut small in
every way. It dipped deeply at the front, right to the top of her mound. The top
was made up of two tiny triangles of pink cloth, barely covering her areolæ and
at the back, it was a thong, with the back piece
hidden in her bum crack. Rachel didn’t realise how intently she was staring at
Sierra, but the other two women did.
“She’s very pretty, that one,” said Cathy. “You seem to like her.”
“What do you mean?,” said Rachel hastily,
trying to pretend her attention towards Sierra had been entirely innocent.
“She means,” cut in Ellen, “you’d probably like to fondle my daughters ass, if you had the chance.”
“I don’t…I mean I think you…” stuttered Rachel, looking at the two
women, knowing they had her completely weighed up. She
finally said: “What makes you think I might be like that?”
“Several things, Rachel,” said Cathy. “First you have a reputation at
school for eyeing up the little girls. Secondly, I’ve seen how Harry touches
and kisses Suzie at the school gate, when he collects her. He’s not her father,
so you must know about that and approve. And Finally
the look you gave Sierra just now, showed you want nothing more than to see her
without that tiny costume on. I’m not stupid, Rachel and neither is Ellen. Am I
right?”
Rachel looked from one to the other, then
finally smiled. “I think we may have got off on the wrong foot. In fact it
might be a case of the pot calling kettle black.”
“What do you mean, Rachel,” asked a puzzled Cathy. She had expected
Rachel to be very cowed, cringing in fear of her liberty, not
being forthright. She had planned to get Rachel subdued, under her thumb,
before offering her an escape route a way out. But Rachel’s demeanour was quite
confident, almost bullish.
“Well I heard what you were all up to in
There was a moments hesitation, before all
three women burst out laughing, all tension evaporating instantly. “I tell you
what we should do,” said Rachel, waving Suzie over. Anna followed too. Cathy
and Ellen leaned in to listen to what she had in mind.
* * * * * * * *
“I reckon the barbeque is ready for the sausages and chicken to go on,”
said Harry. “Fancy another beer?” Without waiting for an answer, he opened the
cool box and handed over another can to
The two guys chatted for a minute or two, when Anna and Suzie walked
over to them, pretending to be interested in the barbeque and the cooking. Both
men stood there, jaws dropping open, because the girls were stark naked.
Neither knew how to react, before Suzie said: “What’s the matter you two, never
seen a naked girl before?” They both turned, took
several steps and dived into the pool, side-by-side.
“Did you just see what I just saw?” asked
“Yeah, I think so,” replied Harry, suddenly aware he’d dropped a piece
of hot chicken thigh onto his foot. In a moment, Alice, Holly, Jo and Rosie all
walked passed them without their costumes on, and like Suzie and Anna, paused
at the barbeque, letting
Just then, the three ladies came over to join them. “What are you two
gawping at?” said Rachel, “never seen a naked preteen before?” Echoing her daughter’s comment. “We came over to see how the
cooking’s going. Fuck me, Harry, you’ve dropped a load on the floor and burnt
the rest.” She took the tongs from his hand and silently took over the cooking,
tongs in one hand, her glass of Prosecco in the other.
“Oh, Harry and
“Sure,” said
“Both,” answered Cathy. “Your girls will go to our house and our girls
will come here. We’ve spoken to them, and they all think it’s a great idea.”
Both men were incredulous, not knowing what to say.
“Now there will be one or two practical problems to consider,” said
Ellen, carrying on from where Cathy left off.
“What sort of practical problems?” asked Harry, walking right into it.
“Oh, well not problems, really,” Ellen said, “pointers more like. Who
likes to be fucked on top or underneath, or who prefers oral. Which like a bit
of anal and which of them don’t. Which of them, like Rosie enjoy having their
bottom smacked. That sort of thing. Better take that
piece of chicken off, Rach, it looks ready, like Harry and
“What time would you like the sleepover to start?” asked Harry.
In typical Rachel style, she said: “Ten minutes ago.”
When the conversation eased off, Suzie and Anna, who’d been waiting
their moment wandered over. “Daddy?” said Anna, “why are you and Uncle Birdie
still wearing clothes?” The two girls giggled, as they watched the two pull off
their T-shirts, but went silent when they dropped their shorts and boxers on
the floor. Both were fully erect and both had large, thick erections, each showing
a glint of arousal at their tip.
“Daddy?” asked Suzie, “can I ask you something?”
“Sure, darling,” said Harry, “shoot.”
“No,” she said quietly, “somewhere where no one else hears me.”
He took her by the arm and they walked down the garden, beyond the pool.
“Daddy,” she said using that name again which she only used on very
intimate occasions, “would you mind if I try it with Anna’s Daddy?” She
blinked, anxiously waiting for his answer. He smiled and nodded, telling her
the words she wanted to hear. She leapt at him, their naked bodies pressed
together. “Oh, there’s something else,” she went on, as if she’d nearly
forgotten to ask, “Anna wants to know if you will, you know, fuck her too.” He
looked at her steadily, gauging her thoughts. “It’s OK, Daddy, I won’t mind as
long as you only love me. Oh and one more thing. Anna wants to be there to see
me fuck her Daddy and I would like to do the same. Would you mind if we all do
it together, you know, me and Anna’s Daddy and you with Anna, at the same time,
on the same bed?”
Harry’s mind was in turmoil. Suzie had transformed his life in the last
year or so, surprising him again and again. But never had she surprised him
more than just now with her incredible proposal, where she would fuck
“When would you like to do this, Suzie?” he asked, thinking it would be
planned well ahead.
“As soon as we’ve eaten,” she said, grinning up at him, “and looking at
how you cooked, or rather burnt everything, that won’t take long. Being well
used to his antics, she skilfully sidestepped his swipe aimed at her buttock.
She stopped, out of range and turned. “Daddy,” she said in the tone he always
listened to and heeded, “when he does it to me, will you hold my hand?” It was
the simplest but nicest thing she could have said. She wanted to experience
another cock, but didn’t want to spoil or dilute the wonderful relationship
they had together. They looked across the pool to where Anna was having a
similar conversation with
The lunch passed quickly, the sexual tension almost tangible. No one was
wearing any clothing now and some of the girls were sitting next to their new
friends, exchanging ideas, tips, information on who
liked doing what with whom. Soon the girls had each other weighed up and it was
understood that as soon as lunch was over, they were going to enjoy an
incredible girls only lesbian private party, while
CHAPTER 12
The Top Swap
The lunch drew to a close, everyone wanting, but no one willing to make
the first move. Then, unexpectedly, Sierra stood up and took Gilly’s hands in
hers, lifting her to her feet. She turned to Jo, who was there and said: “Fancy
joining us? We thought it might be quite nice to go and relax in the changing
room for a while. Anyone else like to come along, Tamara,
So just the four of them sat there. The girls with their
hands clasped on their laps, feet swinging back and forth under their seats,
waiting patiently for what they both knew and desired was coming. Harry picked
up his beer can and drained it. “Well,” he said, “if we’re all ready, shall we
go inside?” He got up and led the way in.
He went into his room, upstairs and turning on the light for the
en-suite, pushed the door open. “As you girls have been in the pool, we’d
better shower you off.” He had decided that this would be a good ice breaker
for the two girls about to fuck someone they’d just met. He went over to the
huge shower cubicle, which was big enough for, and had had more than half a
dozen people in it before now. He recalled the day the Magnificent Seven Club
was formed and it all started in this shower. It had four large showerheads
above, and several smaller wall mounted ones. He
reached for the taps and turned the water on, adjusting the temperature, then
stepped to the back of the cubicle and turned, as the others stepped in too.
He was glad when it was Anna who stepped in next and moved towards him.
She stood in front of him, then turned facing Suzie and
Harry picked up two bottles of shower gel and handed one to
Then, unexpectedly, the two girls, as if they’d planned it, took the
shower gel and started to wash their men’s chests and backs. The girls kept
watching each other, ensuring they were at the same place, trying not to get
too far ahead. They bent to wash the men’s legs, letting their erect cocks
knock their cheeks, shoulders and arms, as they worked. Suzie looked at Anna
and gave a nod and both girls grabbed the erect cocks, running their hands
expertly up and down the shafts, feeling the differences to the cock they were
so familiar with and fucked nearly every day.
Both girls knew their men and knew when to stop, before things were
spoilt too quickly. Just as Harry and
The girls, as if mind reading, opened their legs wide apart, as they
were gently caressed with soapy fingers; skilled fingers, practiced fingers.
Suzie and Anna as if they had spoken, placed their hands on the men’s
shoulders, knowing they might lose their balance in a moment.
Harry and
The girls too were equally excited. The same thought passed through each
man’s head. Her mound is swollen, it’s hard, but soft to the touch, her labia
are swollen with the blood of her arousal, her clitty is so erect, it’s like a little finger poking out. Her vagina is slippery
to the touch, she’s oozing mucous, little girl pre-cum. Their fingers slipped
into their entries so easily, they were two knuckles deep in a moment. Then the
guys, now standing again, started to thumb their clitties, making the girls
bend forwards, their bums jerking back into each
other.
Anna and Suzie, experienced as they were, were right on the brink,
trying to hold back to make it even better. Then they spontaneously grasped the
cock poking their tummies and both came. They arched their heads back, facing
upwards, mouths wide open, splashes of water, wetting their tongues, as they
tried to take in more oxygen, gasping for breath, crying out in the orgasmic
ecstasy for more, pushing their legs even further apart. By now, the guys knew
there would be no further hesitancy from either girl and they had all afternoon
to fulfil every desire they and the girls had.
Finally the girls calmed and quickly, Harry switched off the water,
grabbed a pile of towels and handed them round. They were racing to get dried.
The girls were first and dashed out of the bathroom, their little bottoms
wiggling as they went into the bedroom.
“Birdie really likes it if you stick a finger into his bum just before
he cums,” said Suzie’s voice.
“OK, I’ll remember that,” said Anna, “
“Another thing, Anna,” said Suzie, “after he’s in you, Birdie really
likes it if you spread your legs out as wide as you can, so
he can get in deeper. The deeper he is, the better it is for him.”
“Oh, yes,” said Anna, “clench as much as you can. It sends
“I’m glad you asked,” replied Suzie, “all my friends are downstairs.
We’ve formed a sort of club. We call it the Magnificent Seven. Whenever we’re
together, we do it all the time. What about you?”
Oh yeah,” said Anna, “my sister and Sierra, they’ve become lovers. I
mean really, you know deep lessi lovers. Anyway, they kinda
taught me about it, and now we do it together all the time. Hey, I’ve had a
thought; we live next door to each other, you and I.
After school, shall we, you know….”
“Yeah,” said Suzie, “sounds like fun, why not. And perhaps we can let
Gilly and Sierra join in too.” There was a pause,
before Suzie said: “Anna, I know we’ve known each other from school, but I
think you and I are going to be real friends. You know, cross my heart and
finger in my bum friends.”
“Finger in my bum?” asked Anna.
“Oh it’s a long story,” said Suzie. “When we’re alone in bed together
sometime, I’ll tell you about it. Now where have Birdie and
Taking their cue, the men entered and looked at the two girls, no longer
nervous, but confident in the parts they were about to play. Neither had had
another man, apart from their own, except Anna, who’d fucked Derek, with
Once again, as if telepathy had intervened the girls, stood on the bed,
held hands and jumped up and down, singing a song they both knew, but only
vaguely familiar to
“Right,” said Anna, trying to hide a grin, “Suzie and I are going to
give you a show, now. No touching or bad boys lose their toys and they have go to bed with no treats. Heads on the pillows, hands by
your sides, don’t move.” The girls stood over them, Suzie over
They all knew the time was now. But they also all knew the time was right. No nerves remained, only anticipation. Each girl
stood erect, looking down at the face of the man they were about to fuck. The
two girls held hands once more and moved backwards, until, looking down, they
saw below them an unfamiliar cock, but glancing sideways one they knew every
inch and curve of. In tandem, they both squatted again, their bodies coming
together for the first time. They let their clefts rub lightly along the top
side, feeling it’s heat and tension, before reaching down, grasping it’s
tumescence. With expert fingers, they drew it upwards, aiming it at themselves,
as they positioned themselves.
As one, the girls lowered their open vaginas onto the end of the thick
cocks below them feeling the unfamiliar shape nudging into them. Sensing a new tension growing in them; and a new bond forming too.
The girls glanced at each other again, and lowered themselves a fraction more,
increasing the pressure, knowing they wanted this, like a new virginity was
being taken; but something far more valuable was being given. Harry looked at
Anna, realising what a beautiful girl he was fucking. Until now, he’d only
thought of Suzie, when he fucked the other girls of the Magnificent Seven,
however pretty they were. He felt her gaze and looked at Suzie. She was smiling
at him. He reached out and took her hand, as she’d asked him to do. Her
expression changed to gratitude; he hadn’t forgotten. Anna too reached out and
took
It was as if the whole event was in slow motion. Harry and
It was only a matter of a second or two, feeling more like an hour,
before the girls lifted up, all the way, pausing before they dropped, and lifting
again and again. This was just so illicit, so illegal, so wonderful, so
enthralling.
Their orgasms were so intense, the cries of joy were heard out in the
pool changing room, despite all the noise going on in there. Harry was pumping
sperm laden semen deep into Anna, while
The girls eventually climbed off. But, instead of cuddling their new
partner, or their own Daddy, they cuddled into each other, between the men.
Soon they were whispering and giggling, stroking one another’s hair and cheeks.
The men heard little or nothing of what they said, just the occasional giggle
or word like “did he?” or “didn’t that hurt?” or “I must try that?” or “do you
think he’d do that to me, if I asked him?” More giggling.
Harry and
They started to talk in low tones over the quiet chatter of the girls.
“How long have you been into little girls,
“Only realised it after Anna and I got close down at the
allotment. That would be about three years back. Then later, my wife died and
things developed slowly at first. In the end I was fucking her, then after a
while, her sister too, then the girls next door moved in, when my second wife
died and I hooked up with Cathy. I suppose her girls came with the package. She
had a friend, Ellen, and Sierra her daughter, well she’s another story. Just
you wait till you get her between the sheets. She’s a live wire. How about you?”
“Never thought about little girls at all,” said Harry. “I was engaged,
or thought I was, to Rosie’s mum. Rosie’s the dark haired eleven year-old. Likes BDSM, by the way if you’re into that sort of thing.
Anyway, her mum was already married to someone else, so after she kicked me
into touch, I became a true bachelor for five years. Really got into my bird
watching hobby, won loads of prizes, then met Suzie,
one day in the woods, entirely by accident. She awoke something inside me I’d
never realised before. She was lonely too. We kind of became kindred spirits.
Later, she made six special friends from school; they’re the ones downstairs
now. One by one I taught them how to enjoy….err life!” They chuckled.
“Got any new talent in the pipeline, other than the five girls in your
house,
“Well I mentioned the allotment. Anna had this idea. Her grandfather’s
allotment became available when he died last year. She suggested we divided it
into small plots and form a club for young girls to learn about gardening, each
having their own bit to work. Well it’s worked very well. Other than Anna,
there are seven girls who regularly come down there. One or two are a bit shy,
but all the others have let me put my hands in their panties. A couple are now
willing to give me a blow job and are almost ready to let me take their
cherries and another girl already has. Give it another few months and I think I
will have five or six more girls in our collection. I will tell you about
“Well,” said Harry, “until recently, I was very happy with just the
Magnificent Seven. They all wanted to come round here and spend time together
or with me. There was never a shortage of pussy to ream. But Suzie here,” he
gave her a gentle smack on her bottom, “had other ideas, didn’t you Sooz?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she dutifully replied.
“Anyway,” he continued, “they are all ten, with
“Definitely not,” said Suzie, sitting up. “I think Anna’s Allotment
girls and my new recruits should all come round and meet up with the gang
downstairs. Anna and I will soon sort out those who will and who won’t.”
“Who will and who won’t, what?” asked
“Will and won’t, strip off, play lessi, let you in their panties, suck
your cock or my pussy and most important, fuck! Now if you two have finished
chattering, Anna and I have some unfinished business.” She lay down again, but
this time she was head to tail with Anna. The girls nestled together, their
faces sinking between the other’s thighs, a slurping sound soon filling the
room, as they cleaned each other’s pussies of their own Daddy’s cum. Harry and
CHAPTER 13
Two’s Company, Sixteen’s a crowd
They could hear the sounds of girls climaxing as soon as they stepped
outside the bi-fold doors. The changing room had originally been built by the
previous owner as a games room, so was much larger than necessary for just
changing. Certainly there were plenty of games being played in there now. Harry
and
Cathy, Rachel and Ellen were sitting on the bench seats against the
wall. Each had a girl on their lap, whose legs were over their shoulders, so
they could get their faces right into their crotches. Everyone was so preoccupied, no one noticed Harry and
“What do you reckon, Harry?” asked
“I reckon it’s time for a beer,” he replied.
As one, they turned towards the, now neglected, barbeque, went over
grabbed a couple of cans and sat down next to one another, talking as friends
of thirty years might talk together.
“Your Suzie was very sweet on the cock, Harry,” said
“I have to agree with you,” said Harry, “when I look back, she saved my
life. I don’t mean I was about to end it all. She filled a void I never
realised was there. We’re going to get married as soon as it’s legal to do so.”
“That’s nice,” responded
“She’s a wonderful girl,
“So where do we go from here, Harry?” asked
“You and me, we’re one in a thousand, cast in the same mould,” said
Harry. “We just happen to have found each other. It wasn’t by complete chance,”
he said mysteriously, “I’ll tell you about it sometime. We have similar set-ups
and a big selection of girls to choose from. Do you want to pool resources? You
know, make today’s swap-shop a permanent event. Form a pact?”
“I own it,” said Harry. He took another swig of beer, looked at
“But now you’ve moved in,
Neither man noticed two faces peering out of the window of the changing
room. It was Sierra and Tamara. They talked for a moment, before nodding and exited
the changing room. They walked naked across the lawn, round the edge of the
pool towards the two men, who now having noticed them stopped talking and
stared at the naked children.
“
“Harry,” said
Without any beckoning, Tamara moved towards
Tamara and Sierra, of course knew each other from school, but because
they were in different classes, due to their age difference, only crossed paths
occasionally. An hour in the changing room had changed all that, and already,
they knew they would be close friends. Sierra, seeing the men sitting alone out
of the window across the garden had whispered to Tamara an idea, hoping the
other girls wouldn’t think the same. She quickly whispered what they should do.
Tamara was up for it, and they quietly slipped out of the changing room.
Both girls were sitting as far back as they could. They lifted and
spread their legs outside the men’s. Then following a slight nod from Sierra,
they reached down, feeling for the cock which they knew was there somewhere,
finding a half erect penis. They were experts, taught over the last few months
by these same men, and in moments, hard erections were pressing up into their
clefts from beneath. The girls knew what they wanted and so did Harry and
The girls smiled at one another, unspoken words confirming what they
felt. They moved their hands down, still holding the men’s, down over their
tummies, mounds and into their clefts, letting their fingers find and play with
their sensitive clitties, so needing release. They remained like that for about
twenty minutes. The girls had experienced delightful climaxes, feeling their
vagina’s stretched with large cocks and fingers playing their clitties like a
musical mæstro. They were nothing cataclysmic, but
very pleasant long mini orgasms, which might go on for hours. But that was not
to be.
Gilly, wondering where her lover, Sierra was, came out of the changing
room. She was accompanied by the beautiful, blond haired Jo. They looked
across, seeing the men with the girls in their laps, walked over to join them.
They saw the fingers playing the music of love on Sierra and Tamara, but hadn’t
realised they were also being fucked at the same time.
“We wondered where you were,” said Gilly.
“They’re both here, large as life,” said
Gilly, knowing that
“You can have Harry’s cock for a ride, if you are good, and Jo can have mine.”
Gilly and Jo glanced at one another, before they shrugged and said:
“OK.”
“Get on your knees between Harry’s legs, Gilly,” he said to the nine year-old,
“and lick Tamara’s pussy for her. I think she needs to cum.”
“Jo,” said Harry, “while Gilly does that, would you do the same to
Sierra?”
The two girls got down quickly, and it was only when the men’s fingers
were pulled from their clitties, did they see the thick cocks buried balls deep
in the two girls. That didn’t stop them for an instant, and Gilly sank her face
between Tamara’s thighs, finding her erect nub, up against Harry’s hard, thick,
sticky cock. She applied herself with gusto and soon knew that Tamara would cum
very quickly. Jo, likewise, wasted no time and soon had her tongue exploring
Sierra’s cleft and
A few minutes later, Tamara and Sierra were sated,
and pushed Jo and Gilly’s faces away. They lifted up and heard their vaginas
making a ‘popping’ sound, as each of the cocks came out of them. Gilly and Jo
weren’t slow at taking their turn and as soon as Tamara and Sierra stood up,
took their places, Gilly on Harry and Jo on
The last to go were twelve year-old Holly with Harry and ten year-old
Liz on
When the end came, everyone cheered, as the two men exploded inside the
two girls. They eventually came to rest. The two girls
panting, the two men panting, the crowd panting for more. It was some
minutes before calm came to the scene.
Realising it was still only
CHAPTER 14
Harry’s Sleep-over-there
The hot summer afternoon passed slowly by with the girls
sometimes nibbling at the food, or sipping some lemonade or playing the games
all children play, both in and out of the water. Their nakedness, now, unnoticed by
any of them. They were a very happy and contented group. The twelve girls and
five adults were relaxed in the knowledge they had established something new
this afternoon, which would remain in their lives and memories always. From
time to time, one or the other of the girls would go and sit near one of their
new friends and start to chat in whispers and giggles, sometimes glancing at
Later that afternoon, as it grew cooler, everyone drifted into Harry and
Rachel’s house and settled on the thick carpet of their big sitting room, to
watch Frozen 2 on his huge wall mounted TV. Harry and
“Have you noticed, Harry,” said
“No you’re right,” chuckled Harry, lifting Suzie up an inch on his cock,
so he could penetrate her cervix as he lowered her, “I reckon if they made
adult versions of their cartoons, they’d make millions.”
“Any tips for later on, Harry?” asked
“Yeah, a few. There’s little Contrary Mary, she
will show you what she wants. She will always surprise you. You’ll think she is
meek and mild, but she’s like a caged tiger. Don’t be fooled. Then there’s
“Well, you already know Anna,” he chuckled, “in a biblical sense. The
other four: There’s the two nine year-olds, Gilly and
Sierra. They are lovers, as you already know. But what really rings their bells
is if you fuck them together, while they make love to each other. They’ll tell
you how. Then there’s Alice and Holly. They were holy horrors until I came
along. They’re tame now. But don’t be fooled, they love their romp in bed and
they can both be very energetic. I hope your bed is robust. They will test it
to destruction. They’ll try it any way you want, oral, up the bum, water sports,
bondage, so if you fancy something different, well they’ll give it a go.”
They ordered in a Chinese takeaway meal, and it wasn’t long afterwards
that steve, Cathy and Ellen made their excuses. Suzie
rounded up her six friends and soon they all headed off next door, leaving
Harry, Rachel, Anna, Gilly, Sierra,
Rachel sidled up to Harry and quietly had a word in his ear. “You know
you’ve already, you know, fucked Anna?” she asked in a quiet, almost
subservient voice he’d never heard her use before.
“Yeah,” he replied.
“Well, would you mind if she and I, sort of, you know, slept together in
my room?” she asked in a pleading tone.
“Me? I don’t mind,” he confirmed, “ask her.”
“Oh, she would like to alright,” said Rachel in a more confident voice,
“it was her idea.”
And so it was, Harry made his way upstairs. He certainly needed another
shower, and smiled to himself, when he found the five girls already in there
with Rachel, washing each other down. He just walked in and joined them. In the
next few seconds, his life flashed before him. He remembered Margaret and how
she’d wrecked his life, when he’d so much to look forward to. He remembered the
desert years, when all he was interested in was bird watching, and nothing and
nobody else.
Then Suzie had come into his life. The lovely, lovely
Suzie, who had shown him more about himself than he could ever know. She
had liberated him, brought him back to life, resurrected him, renewed him. She had introduced him to preteen sex, educated
him in what she could see but he couldn’t, that all he wanted was her and in
return, she would give him as many little girls as he wanted. It was surreal.
But only now did he realise she had seen it all along, and he’d been blind
until now. He knew they would live together forever. He would give her children
and she would give him girls; all he could handle, all he could manage.
Harry was in a dream world, as the girls and Rachel washed him and each
other, until, at last the water ran cold. They’d shrieked at the sudden chill
and giggled as they ran for the pile of towels waiting for them in the corner,
dabbing themselves, as they ran into the bedroom. He turned and saw that Anna
and Rachel had gone, a large and small trail of wet footprints led towards
Rachel’s room. Harry thought for a moment. Rachel had changed almost beyond
recognition in the last month. She’d displayed quirks in her character he’d
never previously even guessed at. Taking the, previously unknown, ten year-old
Anna to bed was another string to her bow. He was beginning to like Rachel. She
was more fun than he’d realised before; and having her ‘onside’ would make life
a lot easier in future.
He turned towards the bed and saw the girls hadn’t waited for him. Gilly
and Sierra were already in a passionate embrace, kissing each other, tongues
searching deep, a hand pressed to the other’s mound, fingers exploring. Alice and Holly were watching and imitating the other two girls,
but with less enthusiasm. They enjoyed a little lesbian action, but
preferred other girls than their own sister. Gilly saw Harry approaching, and
nudged Sierra. The girls broke apart and from somewhere under the covers,
pulled out Gilly’s last birthday present from
At first Harry didn’t know what it was, and watched in awe as Gilly
moved onto her back, pulled her knees high and wide, reached down and pushed
one of the tapered ends into her vagina entry, just an inch. Sierra, well
practiced at using the toy with her lover, waited until she was ready. Then
with a nod from Gilly, she moved into position, pushing her self onto the other
end. Quickly, the girls manoeuvred themselves together, Harry watching
enthralled, as the two ends of the long pink plastic toy sank equally into them.
It was obvious to Harry they’d done this many times before. As soon as their
labia nudged into each other, Gilly reached down and found the tiny red switch
on the small flange surrounding the mid section and switched it on. Because it
was entirely buried inside the girls, the noise of the vibrations was absorbed
by their bodies, but the effect wasn’t. Both jerked upwards in reaction, their
mounds topping their arched bodies, bottoms now a foot off the bed.
Slowly, they settled back onto the bed and it was then that Harry
understood why Alice and Holly had seemed to be idling. Because
at that moment, they both moved over Gilly and Sierra and swinging their legs
over, facing each other, straddled their faces. Quickly, Alice and Holly
started undulating themselves forward and backward,
rubbing themselves on Gilly and Sierra’s noses and mouths. Harry could see the
two were using their tongues vigorously on them. He could also see they
wouldn’t take long in cuming. Alice and Holly glanced at Harry and each held
out a hand in invitation to him. He stepped up into the bed, and placed a hand
on each of
They both reached for him with two hands, grasping his cock, squeezing
him as hard as they could, running their fingers up and down, pulling his
foreskin up, then all the way down, his glistening, bulging glans
looking angry, just in front of their pretty faces. In moments, Holly turned
him towards her and as
His pulsing cock was only bobbing in the air for a moment or two, before
The target was obvious to Harry, and taking hold of his penis, pointed
it down, made one quick jerking action with his hand and watched as his semen
burst towards the gap between Alice and Holly. Some landed on each girl, the
rest oozed down onto Gilly and Sierra beneath. The reaction from the girls was
instant. Alice and Holly were masturbating themselves hard and fast, cuming on
their own fingers, while Sierra and Gilly below were pushing hard at each
other, the vibrator doing the work. Harry spurted over and over them, watching
as Alice and Holly’s mounds were coated in white creamy semen, moving slowly
towards the gap, dripping through their clefts and bum cracks onto the mounds
of the joined girls below. It was so perverted, so salacious, so erotic, so good. At last they calmed, breathing hard, the last
spider web of cum stretching from his tip to
Harry fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow and was unaware of
the ongoing lovemaking the four girls enjoyed. After a couple of hours, he woke
finding a mouth was sucking on his crown, a tongue licking around his bulbous
tip. It was pitch dark and he had no idea who it was.
She climbed up onto him, straddling him and in five minutes, had gradually
worked herself onto him. He reached to her and ran his fingers up her tummy, up
to her chest, where he found two hardened cones of her breasts. He knew now it
had to be Holly. The twelve year-old was the only one whose boobs were this
size. She started to move on him, taking her pleasure, needing his huge cock to
fill her, the base instincts of the previously feral girl kicking in. She was
doing this purely for her own pleasure, and then she suddenly came on him,
going rigid, as her pussy pulsed and pulsed on him. It ended as quickly as it
had started. She simply climbed off him, rolled away, her back to him, and went
to sleep.
He was left lying there wondering whether to wank himself to a finish,
when
He didn’t remember anything after that, until he awoke at dawn, sensing
movement. Keeping his eyes closed, he lay there trying to work out what had
disturbed him. Then he knew. It was Gilly and Sierra. They were kissing and
caressing, fondling and exploring. He could hear a faint buzzing sound. He was
lying on his side, and opened his eyes. Sierra’s back was towards him, her arms
encompassing Gilly the other side of her. He looked down, and could see a
curved piece of plastic showing between her thighs.
He reached down and carefully touched it, feeling the vibrations against
his finger tips. Her legs were folded up around Gilly, so he could run his
finger along the curve of the plastic toy without her feeling him there, it curved further, bending all the way. Then he
realised why, because it was sunk into Gilly’s vagina. It was another double
ended vibrator, but this one was ‘U’ shaped, allowing the girls to face each
other, while enjoying the pleasure it gave them.
‘Waking up’, he reached down and grabbed Sierra’s beautiful, pert but
full buttocks, one in each hand. She neither flinched nor reacted in any way.
He moved closer, spooning into her back, his rising cock trapped between them.
Still she never reacted. But he heard her increased moans of pleasure as she and
Gilly continued to gratify each other.
He pulled her buttocks apart and let his fingers trace her shape,
following her contours into her recess. He immediately realised they must have
used lubricant to ease the thick toy into themselves, because large amounts
were still over her anus and up her bum crack. Despite pressing his fingers a
fraction into her, still she never responded. He ran his finger along her
crack, trying capture as much lube as he could, then pressed it to her anus and
let it slip into her. He discovered she was very slippery in there. It was full
of KY Jelly. The girls had obviously been playing anal games before he woke up.
Harry curled himself back from her and taking his cock in his hand, bent
it towards her opening and guided it to her, looking down between their bodies,
watching. He eased into her, feeling her give a little under the slight
pressure. He pressed gently into her, feeling her anus dip against him, feeling
his crown sink in just a fraction, picturing in his mind where it was. He kept
the pressure up, knowing she was collaborating in his subterfuge, that Gilly
had no idea what was happening behind Sierra’s back.
He could now feel the vibrations from the toy on his tip as he pressed
harder. He felt her push. Suddenly, he popped through her sphincter and rested
there a moment. She’d gasped, but told Gilly she’d just made her feel good.
From then on, he kept the pressure up, feeling her rectum slowly slide up his
shaft, feeling her pushing all the while, letting him in deeper. He could feel
every dip and bump in her passage, as he went in deeper, as she peeled open to
his intrusion. At last he bottomed out, his pubic hair pressed against her
buttocks.
Harry didn’t know what to do, because if he started to thrust, Gilly would
know and it would spoil Sierra’s little game. But instead, it was Sierra who
started to thrust, moving her pelvis back and forth, giving him exquisite
pleasure as his cock moved in and out of her rectum. He wouldn’t be long in
cuming, now and it was only a matter of a couple of minutes later he was
spurting his hot semen deep into the nine year-old’s bowels. He struggled to remain silent, made
harder by Sierra having no problem about calling out her orgasm, as she
climaxed on him again and again. Then it was over. Calm reigned once more and harry drifted off again.
It must have been about three hours later he woke once more, hearing
whispering. There had been movement, which had disturbed him. The girls had
rolled over, without separating. Gilly now had her back to him. Like something
from Groundhog Day, he reached down, to feel the plastic ‘U’ shaped dildo still
there. This time it was Gilly’s legs lifted up and out of the way. And as he
took hold of her buttocks, she too never flinched, reacted, moved or commented.
He didn’t know if the girls were playing some sort of game with him, or if it
was really happening, but he played along and in five minutes, he was buried
balls deep in Gilly’s bum and five minutes more, had blasted his semen deep
into her bowels, before nodding off once more. It had been a night to remember,
and he was certainly going to remember it, every detail.
CHAPTER 15
As soon as the front door closed behind them, Cathy and Ellen took one
of Suzie’s hands each and almost ran up the stairs, dragging her behind. She
had been well and truly fucked by
What happened next started innocently enough, but evolved into something
entirely different. They spread eagled him on the bed. Jo sat astride his face,
letting him sink his tongue into her cleft, giving her pleasure and him a rock
hard erection. Tamara then sat astride his hips, holding him firmly to the bed.
Jo lifted off his face a fraction and taking the blindfold that Rosie
had just handed to her, slipped it over his head. He wasn’t bothered, because
she immediately settled back over his mouth again.
The only two, now not sitting on him were Mary and Rosie. They had other
plans. Rosie opened her bag and took out some lengths of furry rope. They each
had a loop on one end, which they gently slipped over his feet. Without pulling
them tight, they tied them to the short legs of the bed.
The next item on Rosie’s list was the ball gag. When they’d planned and
discussed this earlier, they didn’t know If they would
be able to get it into his mouth. It was Jo who came up with the simple answer.
“
There was just one more thing to do to the poor man, as he lay there
helpless, tied to the bed. Rosie reached into the bag and pulled out a small
plastic box and flipped it open. Inside was what looked at first glance to be a
hair curler. She then took out a thick bright green rubber band and fitted it
over the tip of the device. She then squeezed the handle, and four small arms
moved outwards, stretching the band. She lowered it over
“Now girls,” said Rosie, “we can each do what we want to him. You can
have ten minutes each. You can’t untie him or take off the gag, but you can
remove the blindfold if you like. I’m going last.”
Liz was first, almost pushing the others out of the way. She stood on
the bed over him, one foot either side of his hips, reached down and grabbed
his cock and pulling him upwards, lowered herself onto him, letting his large
tumescent penis sink deep into her in one long, slow, but continuous movement.
She managed to get him all the way into her, despite her being only ten, she had managed cervical penetration with Harry almost
from the first time. They all heard him gasp.
She only rested a moment, before lifting herself
up and dropping down again, feeling his thick cock stretching her vagina to the
limit. She lifted again and dropped even faster, their bodies making a slap
when they connected. Up and down she went, like a steam engine, she the
cylinder, he the piston. She held her arms out. It was a sign they’d developed
when they blindfolded and tied Harry up. Two of her friends reached out and
took her hands in theirs, the other under her armpit for support. She was about
to cum and they would stop her falling over. Up and down she went, as fast as
her very fit body allowed, her heavy breathing betraying her climax as it
crashed in. Her pretty face was now screwed up in the agony and ecstasy of her
orgasm, her cries of delight filling the room.
Mary was next. Liz had no sooner lifted off him, completely sated, still
panting, and Contrary Mary was there. She looked at his hard crown, seeing his
whole penis had turned a dark purple colour, caused by the band. She didn’t
have time to worry about that and hovered over him just moments, before
dropping down on him, like Liz had just done minutes before. And like Liz, she
squatted over him, bouncing up and down, supported by two of her friends, as
she took her pleasure from him in selfish plunges entirely driven by the
intense orgasm she had enjoyed from the start.
The last girl to take her turn was Rosie. But Rosie had something
special planned and as soon as Jo climbed off him, wiping sweat from her brow,
Rosie was there. But she didn’t want a boring old fuck,
she’d make sure she got that later. No! right now she
wanted something much more to her primeval tastes. She had planned this and
made sure the others knew what to do. She approached the bed and pulled the gag
from
Rosie climbed over
Until now, she had held back, but now, she opened her lips and licked
his tip. No pre-cum oozed from him, held back by the band. His crown seemed to
be almost black now. She held her hand behind her and was passed a small
rounded metal hook, similar to a boot hook, but much smaller. She slipped the
tool under the band. On the inside surface was a sharp edge and as soon as it
touched the band, it cut and flicked out of the way, releasing
Down came the whip across her buttocks again followed by a second,
making her gasp and take a deep breath, while her orgasm played out on his
lips, her vagina squirting copious amounts of little girl juices out over his
face. Again they hit her and again she gulped on him, vast amounts of held back
pre-cum now flooding her mouth. Once more they whipped Rosie’s bottom and once
more she gulped and then he came. But it was no ordinary cum. It was painful,
because so much semen needed to escape instantly, but at the same time it was
the best climax he’d ever experienced, as she sucked and swallowed, sucked and
swallowed, her hand moving frenetically up and down the bit of him that wasn’t
down her throat, her larynx pulsing on his crown. The girls struck her one more
time, but more gently, and she groaned, making her throat vibrate on his frænulum, his most sensitive place, making him pulse twice
more.
At last it ended. No one moved for a couple of minutes. Everyone in the
room had cum. Some on their own fingers, some on their
neighbour’s and some without even being touched, as they had hit their friend
with the leather whip. In a few seconds, they released the cords setting
him free. He looked around at the line of faces, who
weren’t sure how he would react.
He sat up and looked sternly at them, waving his finger at each in turn
and said: “You lot owe me big style! Each and every one of you.” His finger
ranged across them again. “Before this night is out,” he threatened, “you are
going to repay me - any way I want. Understand?” They all nodded at him
contritely, but inwardly grinning, knowing he was good fun and if he took his
pleasure out on them, they were bound to enjoy it too.
“First of all, I need to recover,” he muttered, looking at his bruised
cock, which felt quite tender, with a sore red ring under his rim, where the
band had bit in. “I’m going to have a shower.
He entered the bathroom, followed by the six girls, who almost pushed
him into the shower. He switched on the multi-head shower control and let the
initial blast of cold water wash over him, soon warming to an ambient temperature.
The girls were all chattering and giggling as all girls of this age do. Then
they took it in turns to apply gel to him, rubbing the soapy liquid into his
skin, as if their attention would in some way make up for their selfish and
harsh treatment of him earlier. He paid them scant attention, pretending he’d
lost interest. The truth being, though, he’d cum so hard at their hands, all
his get-up-and-go had got-up-and-gone! He felt knackered and just wanted to
sleep. And so soon, he was dried and in his bed, listening to the girls, still
in the shower, next door, hearing their little cries, as they pleasured one
another time and again.
It was about two in the morning, he woke. For two
reasons. Firstly, he really needed his usual pee. Secondly, someone was
snoring loudly close to his ear. He had three girls either side of him and
needed to slide down the bed to extricate himself.
Returning to the bedroom, before he switched out the bathroom light, he looked at the row
of ten and eleven year-old girls lying naked on his bed, having thrown off the
bedding because it was a warm night. He’d already had his cock in every vagina
in the bed. Suzie was out of the room, and he’d had a wonderful fuck with her
earlier. She was incredible. On the outside of the row was Liz. He looked at
the strawberry blond beauty feeling his cock rise as he studied her spread
thighs and the vagina, remembering how he’d cum so hard in her during the
afternoon.
Next to her was Jo. She was so beautiful, he
wanted to leave her until last. Next was Tamara, the dusky girl, nicknamed
She had spread herself out.
He applied pressure, feeling her lips give, his crown push in, her entry
yield. He held still, letting her dilate for a moment, feeling his tip inching
in. He waited patiently slow movement telling him he was winning. Then his rim
popped through her tight entry. She snorted, but no more than that, as her loud
snore seemed to increase. Adjusting his elbows and knees, moving further up the
bed, he pressed inwards, keeping the pressure into her steady, feeling his
crown sink deeper and deeper into the ten year-old, her tight passage peeling
open to him, her hot wet vagina caressing every millimetre of his long cock. He
reached her end and as he pushed into her cervix; her chin lifted; a look of
concentration on her face; she swallowed and her vagina clamped once on his
cock. Then her snoring resumed.
Again he paused. He waited a full two minutes, feeling her vagina
encasing his long thick erection, her warmth, dampness, even her pulse
thrumming on his crown, felt so good.
Slowly pulling almost out of her, he pushed back in, paused just a second
and pulled back out again. He pushed in faster now, watching her body move up
the bed an inch or two, before pulling back. Faster and faster he moved. Her
snoring seemed to increase the quicker he went. He was now slapping into her as
their bodies met. He wondered If any of the other
girls would wake. No one seemed to. Then he felt it. She started to clamp hard
on his crown. She was cuming in her sleep. She cried out, mid snore, snorted
and cried out again, her clamping becoming more intense. “Was she awake?” he
kept asking himself. Perhaps this was a game she liked to play. Perhaps she
really did sleep deeply. He didn’t know and at that moment, he didn’t care.
His hands were under her, cupping her shoulders, pulling her down to
meet his thrusts, which were now hard and fast, the slapping between their
bodies loud enough for one or two of the other girls to roll over in their
sleep, too tired to waken fully. She was clamping continuously now, her cries
constant. Surely she couldn’t be asleep. Then he came, blasting hard and deep
into her. “Oh yes, oh yes,” she repeated several times between her moans and
sighs and gasps and…snores.
At last it ended and
He would have happily slept through until
He felt her lips encompassing his cock, her tongue exploring his crown.
He knew she was trying to do this without waking him, because she spent over
two minutes trying to pull his foreskin down, without any discomfort to him.
When she’d finally got it all the way down, she took his crown in her mouth
again and gently sucked him, letting her tongue explore. His sensitive frænulum received a lot of attention, and it was as much as
he could do not to react to her incredible, sensual actions.
He felt movement, and realised she was moving towards him. Her leg
lifted over his and he could feel her pussy pressing against his leg. She
curled her hips, her mound moving over his kneecap. She moved back again then
forward. The black girl was playing a selfish game to please herself, sucking
his cock, while she brought herself off on his leg. Back and forth she went,
her breathing getting shorter, as she rose. Her sucking became irregular, as
she started to cum. At first it was spasmodic, a gentle clamp, then two or
three together, then a gap, and a single one. Her breathing betrayed her rising
state.
The fingers of her other hand were moving frenetically along her cleft,
over and over her nub, brining her even higher. Although she was moving quicker
now, he realised she had reached her peak and was on the point of slowing. But
just in time, he felt his prostate tension and the familiar surge as his semen
rushed through his penis searching for another pre-teen to burst into. She took
one last suck on him as her fingers stopped moving against her clitty, when her
mouth was filled with his hot sperm filled semen. She’d sucked Harry many times
and knew how to hold on to and swallow it.
Mary had been waiting her moment. She was a contradiction in every
aspect of her character. She had seduced Harry against his will, and had
performed an incredibly sexy act for him, when he’d fucked her the first time
and buggered the second. And yet, she was essentially a very shy girl and when
her other six friends were around, she always had a problem in being as willing
to strip off, play sexy games, or touch herself or them. But she had an
incredibly strong driving force within her. Ultimately it overrode her inherent
reticence. It was this Suzie had recognised and exploited, when she had tested
Harry all those weeks ago.
But right now, she wanted to experience this new man, this new body,
this new cock, and she didn’t want anyone to know she was doing it. During the
afternoon, she’d almost not sat on his lap, to let him put his cock in her. But
Suzie had threatened her. She loved Suzie, and would do anything she said, but
it had been hard, and so was his cock as it went in.
Mary carefully climbed up over him. She was small and light and knew how
to do this. She’d done it several times on Harry without waking him. It took
her a while to get into position, without waking
After a minute or two, it stopped. His crown was inside her. She’d felt
her tight ring of muscle clamp over his rim as it went into her. Then it had
gone in further still, stopping about half way in. She tentatively clenched on
him, feeling his tumescence in her, swelling with her contraction. She did it
again and again it seemed to swell. This was just so sexy, such fun. Mary was
many things, but boring was never one of them. She loved to do what the others
wouldn’t dare to do. If it was daring, she would try it.
She started to move on him now, letting his cock slip in and out of her
just a fraction, feeling his large crown scrape against her passage. He seemed
to grow even more, both in size and length. She felt it sink in deeper. She
lifted off, dropping down and lifted again. It was so hard not to press against
him as she lifted. Her legs were just too short to get a purchase. It was so
frustrating to her, and yet arousing. So contrary, just the way that suited
her. She started to cum. She had no option now, her body forcing her to lift up
onto her hands by his shoulders and feet by his hips, like a squatting dog over
him. She had more scope now, but it was less comfortable. But that didn’t
matter any more. Need overrode everything.
Mary started to lift and drop on his cock, the only point of contact now
between them. Up and down, up and down, letting him sink in a
little deeper each time. She could feel she was incredibly slippery
there now. She’d never been so wet before with Harry. But then Harry had always
been asleep!
He realised that she thought he was asleep and he didn’t want to
disabuse her of that idea. Besides he was enjoying this. He’d fucked a sleeping
girl earlier, so why shouldn’t one of the girls do it to him? She was working
hard at this. She was a very fit girl, but even so, for her to continuously cum
on him, at this pace, she had to work hard. He felt a drip of sweat land on his
chest. Despite that, her pace increased. She was reaching her zenith, her
pinnacle, and
It seemed to
What a way to wake up to find the most beautiful naked ten year-old girl
in the world, leaning over you, stroking your erection, caressing you, waiting
to fuck you. She leaned in to him and whispered in his ear. It took her two or
three minutes to explain what she wanted. She leaned back, one eyebrow raised
in query. He nodded and she smiled, knowing he would do it her favourite way.
He sat up on the bed and swung his legs round, Liz and Mary needing to move, so
he could stand. He turned back to the bed, she had
moved towards him and was now standing on the edge. She placed her hands on his
shoulders for support.
Jo had fucked Harry this way several times, but it was tricky and needed
all her gymnastic skill and his strength. Standing to the sides to help, were
Rosie and
She sank steadily down onto him, her vagina opening up to his
penetration, her tight passage invaded by his long thick cock, as it felt the
most wonderful sensation of his life. She was not only the most beautiful girl
he’d ever seen in his life, but she felt better than any pre-teen too. Except Anna, and she didn’t count, because he loved Anna.
He was brought to his senses by a round of applause. He looked round the
room, grinning sheepishly at the circle, which now included Suzie, Cathy and
Ellen.
CHAPTER 16
The Morning after the Night Before – The Third
Pact
When
He sat at the kitchen table and had to focus his mind on the present.
“What time is your gym session, Anna?” he asked. She laughed. “What’s so
funny?” he asked, pouring himself a large glass of orange juice.
“I go to gym on Sundays. Daddy, you know that,” she frowned. Then she
realised. “Daddy, it’s Monday…..”.
“Oh, FUCK!” he shouted at the ceiling. She giggled again, turning to
laughter. “What’s so funny?” he demanded.
“You love being here, Daddy,” she stated a truth. “You hate your new job
and your new boss. So don’t be so grumpy? You’re where you want to be. Take a sicky!” He looked at her, as he took another sip of
Tropicana. She had a point.
Just then the phone trilled.
“Well?” she asked, which she repeated when he had not replied, just
staring into the distance. “Well?”
“That was the Chairman!” he stated.
“I guessed it was,” she giggled, “you said it to him at least ten
times.”
“He wants me to be the new C.E.O. You know, run the company.”
“Oh,” was all she could say, “why you? I thought you had a new boss. You
know the one who made you all cross-wobbly on Friday.”
“I wasn’t cross-wobbly,” he protested.
“Yes you were. Mum said you were rude to Rachel when all she’d done was
come round and ask us to a barbeque. A barbeque, I might add you rather
enjoyed, as I recall.”
“OK, you’re right,” he admitted, focusing his mind. “Well it seems I
wasn’t the only board member who felt the way I did. Over the weekend, the
Chairman had three resignations and three more calls saying they were looking
for pastures new. He knew I wasn’t happy either, when we met in the lift after
the meeting. Anyway, long story short, he spent the weekend on the phone and my
name kept coming up as an alternative. I have the job if I want it.”
“And do you, Daddy? Do you want it?”
“I honestly don’t know,” he smiled at her. Just then, he heard the sound
of a chainsaw and frowned, wondering.
“It’s been going on all morning, Daddy,” Anna said. “Uncle Birdie’s up
to something or other, next door.” She paused for a moment. He realised she had
something on her mind. “Daddy,” she eventually said, “you
know last night, did you, you know, like it?”
“Did you, my darling?” he responded, looking at her gauging her
expression, as she was his.
“I suppose, I did,” she said, “well?”
He broke into a smile. “It was almost perfect,” he stated.
“Why almost?” she asked.
“Well you weren’t there. If you had been, then it would have been
perfect.” Right answer! “Why did you ask, my darling?”
“Well, I was talking to Suzie this morning. You know, while you were
having a lie-in. Anyway, she asked Uncle Birdie the same question.”
“Aanndd?” he asked.
“Well he said something about a pact. He said he’d spoken to you and if
it was alright with us and you and him, we could, you know do it with each
other whenever we felt like it. Would you mind if he kept doing it to me,
Daddy?” she asked.
“Would you mind if I kept doing it to Suzie or Jo or any of the others?”
he said.
“No, Suzie’s my new friend. That’s the whole point. She wants to and I
want to, but would you?” she asked.
“I think it’s a terrific idea, my darling,” he said, finishing off the
Tropicana. Just then, the chainsaw fell silent. “Let’s go and see what Birdie’s
been up to,” he said, using Harry’s nickname for the first time.
They went outside and could immediately see what had been going on.
Harry was standing on the edge of
“Morning,
“I think, Harry, it’s brilliant,” confirmed
“Sure do,” said Harry, placing the chainsaw on the ground, by his feet
and dropping the helmet and gloves alongside it. “I wanted a chat with you
anyway.”
“Daddy,” said Anna, picking up
“Sure, Darling,” he said, watching the two girls rumps as they headed
for the newly cut tunnel and the pool beyond.
The two men reclined in their seats for a moment, both absorbed in their
own thoughts. “I got offered a new job, this morning,” said
“Wow,” said Harry, “you must be really pleased,
“I don’t know, Harry,” he said. “I’ve been thinking about things ever
since Friday night. I had decided to jack it in. Then this offer turns up. It’s
just that I don’t know if I want to drag myself all the way to
“You’ll be C.E.O.,” said Harry.
“Yeah, so?” responded
“Well, as I see it, you could introduce a system where staff work from home. Perhaps take a turn at going into the
office once a week instead of five times. You could save on commute time, and
boost employee morale at the same time. Then the big one, you will save on the
need to have a huge, expensive office in
Did you hear how I used to earn a living,
“Something to do with computer programming, wasn’t
it?” said
“Yeah,” said Harry, wistfully, “you could call it that.” Harry had always
been intentionally vague about his previous work. He had worked for a number of
years in British Intelligence, commonly known as MI6. He wasn’t a James Bond
character, but, as it turned out, just as important.
It had long been known that future wars were going to be fought largely
in cyberspace. He had written an incredibly clever algorithm. It was a cross
between spyware and a virus, but in digital terms
looked nothing like either. It was a self perpetuating program, which could
wait for years in the recesses of a database. It could be triggered by keywords
fed to it remotely and remain invisible forever. It would bide it’s time and
slip into every intelligence mainframe in the world, pulling snippets of
information together, adding 2 + 2 and discarding all the 3’s and 5’s,
filtering out just the 4’s. The longer the algorithm remained in place, the
more deep seated it became. It could remain dormant then, until awakened and
questioned about any issue important at the time, then could go back into
hibernation, until next needed.
The program was so secret, only a small handful of people knew of it’s existence, and most of those had been transferred into
high paid jobs elsewhere. Harry had been paid off with a huge pension and
“retired”. But he was no fool, he knew MI6 and had let it be known that were
anything to happen to him, the algorithm would not only self destruct, but it’s
existence and origin would become visible to every I.T. department infected,
which was pretty much every mainframe in the world. That alone might seriously
piss the trust between
“I used to do a bit of programming,” he continued. “
“Sure, fire away,” replied
“If you could find out anything about anyone in the world, what would
you do with that skill?” asked Harry.
“How do you mean, Harry? Like read peoples minds and stuff?”
“No, nothing like that,
“As I said,
“But, back to my question,
“Yes, as I did too. But,
“How….when…. what,” stuttered
“No,” chuckled Harry. “I can’t tell you all the details.
Suffice to say if I did, someone would probably pop round and kill you. I used
to work in a government department. I wrote, as you would call it a computer
programme. It was clever and is doing all sorts of stuff for them and will do
for decades to come. It is programmed to look at things of interest to the
government. Well, I cloned the programme, then spent
the last five years altering it, so the government’s copy of the programme
never tells them what I’m doing and instead it tells me things I want to know.
Think of it as a sophisticated version of Google.”
“So why are you telling me all this, Harry?” asked
Harry took a long swig from his beer, looking steadily at
“Right, well I wanted to make it even smaller, less obvious, almost part of everyday computing, like MS Windows, or
WhatsApp, or Instagram. Then I cracked it. The whole
programme is now Cloud based. A scrap of code here, another
there. Individually invisible, collectively very, very
potent. Slowly, it will work it’s way into
every phone, tablet, laptop, PC and mainframe in the world. This will take some
years. But, there is a shortcut. No one knows it’s there, but every computer could
link to it every time they switch on, if I had the key.”
“What key is that, Harry?” asked
“I need the link to the National Database. You know, tax, births,
deaths, health records, e-mails, all that stuff. Then I have everything, the
lot.” He looked at
“A N D?” asked
“You have access to the database,
“You can’t be serious, Harry,” gasped
“
“Go on,” said
“I would use it to make the world a better place. That might sound
trite. But why not? I would persuade our members of
parliament some laws need to be altered. Make them as they should be, to
benefit everyone, not just the few. I would make it clear what would happen if
they didn’t listen to ‘reason’. In other words, see my point of view,” said
Harry.
“Blackmail them, in other words,” said
“Semantics,
“The laws relating to children and the age of consent,” said Harry. “In
fact it won’t be a case of introducing new law, rather repealing various laws enacted
over the centuries. Gratian, he was a lawyer, who
became a monk, you know, back in medieval times. He introduced Canon Law in the
twelfth century. It was agreed then, that the age of seven was sufficient for
people to make a choice in such matters and then permitted to marry at twelve.
I think he was right. All I wish to do is reverse unnecessary law since then.”
“You’re serious, Harry!” gasped
“It’s already happening, I set it in motion this morning,” Harry smiled.
“My algorithm will work slowly, but thoroughly. I would say in about six months
to a year, you’ll see newspaper articles suggesting the idea. Another year, the
politicians will debate it and in three, it will be law.”
“What about other countries, Harry?” asked
“Set in motion this morning too,
“Why the rush? Why do you need to bother with the database if it will
happen anyway in three years?” asked
“Well, three reasons. Firstly, once the law has changed here, it will
make other countries see that their own proposals aren’t so outrageous after
all. Once a few European countries adopt the new concept, I think the rest will
all follow. Then, when most have come on board, it will be a formality
for ‘The United Nations Convention on the Rights of the Child’ to
be amended to bring it into line.
“Then what, Harry?” asked
“We make fine adjustments. We make photographing naked children perfectly
legal, perfectly acceptable. Encouraged even, with studios available
for people to take their children to, to be photographed. We encourage libera
“Three reasons, you said, Harry?” said
“Yes, the second is that I am impatient,
“I want a partner,
“You mean, you think you manipulated my house purchase?” protested
“Yup,” grinned Harry, “and you knew nothing about what I’d done.”
There was a pause, while
“Yes, that’s right,
“No way, Harry,” said
“Indeed they were,
“Official statistics estimate that 10 – 15% of adults have at one time
or another indulged in incest. I have found it is just over double that. And
when it comes to opportunistic child abuse, like touching a sleeping child or
voyeurism on preteens, three quarters of adults have done it and over 55% have
taken it to a ‘relationship’ stage. That’s over half the population,
“You said we would be billionaires within a year, Harry,” said
“That’s the simplest part of all,
“You mean, you’re already trading in my name?”
asked
“Sure,” said Harry, happily, “unless you’d rather I transferred it all
over into my name.”
“No, no, I think you’ve made your point, Harry,” said
CHAPTER 17
Epilogue
The next few
months vanished in a haze of activity.
Suzie and Anna became friends as close as Gilly and Sierra, and would
often be very happy making love to one another, instead of with their
‘Daddies’, if the men were otherwise occupied. But their absolute favourite was
when they could lay on their sides in a sixty-nine position, giving each other
wonderful clitoral attention, while Harry and
Rachel regularly visited her friends Angie and Gerry and after Angie
died, three years later, kept up her visits with Gerry, until he started a new
relationship with one of the other teachers at his school, who he married soon
after. She had three children from a previous marriage, two girls aged seven
and eight and a ten year-old boy. When Rachel suggested the girls might like to
join the ever widening circle of friends Suzie and Anna were building up, they
jumped at the opportunity.
That circle of friends, of course, had it’s foundations in the
Magnificent Seven and Allotment groups. Very soon, the numbers grew and
included girls as young as six. Harry and
“Welcome to my home, Mr. and Mrs. Khan,” said Harry, ushering them to
seats in his lounge. “This must be your lovely daughter, Alina,”
he nodded to the little girl dressed head to foot in a long flowing yellow silk
garment, with head covering. Her long black hair shone in the sunlight from the
window just behind her. He could see she had a beautiful, radiant face. There
was little else of her to see. “I
understand she is doing very well at school,” continued Harry in a
conversational tone. “What are her best subjects?”
“She wants to be a doctor,” said Khan, proudly. “She is good at most
subjects, but biology is her favourite.”
“Why does she wish to join the girls’ group here?” asked Harry, thinking
it was a ‘does she take sugar’ question, considering the girl was right there
in front of them and understood every word.
“It was her idea,” replied Khan. “She has many new friends now she has
joined the primary school and we felt she could socialise more with them as
long as she keeps up with her studies.”
Just at that moment, six girls, aged eight and
nine came running down the stairs from Suzie’s room upstairs. They were all
wearing bikinis. Mr. Khan didn’t need to know the musky smell following them
was arousal following an hour of fun they’d enjoyed on each other’s finger tips
and earlier, Harry’s, before the Khans had arrived. “Is it alright if we go and
have a swim in the pool, Birdie?” asked the last girl, wiggling her almost
naked bottom at him as she walked between him and Khan.
“Yes, Amy,” he replied, “as long as Suzie is there to watch you.”
“OK,” she called, as they disappeared out of the room.
“I didn’t realise the girls are expected to run around your house almost
naked,” said Khan pompously. “I can’t allow Alina to
expose herself like them. I think it is time we left.
“Going so soon?” enquired Harry, rising to his feet. “I was hoping to
discuss this with you, before you leave.” He handed Khan some sheets of paper
previously lying face down on the coffee table. Khan took the paper, fumbled
for his reading glasses and taking the first sheet, scanned his eyes down. In
seconds, his face paled. After a full minute, now looking at the last page, his
hands were shaking.
“What do you want of me?” gasped Khan, meekly. “I am not a rich man.”
His whole tone and demeanour had altered.
“May I suggest you ask your wife to wait for you in the car. Alina can stay for the
moment,” instructed Harry.
Khan turned to his wife and speaking in Punjabi,
told her what to do.
“Now, Mr. Khan,” said Harry, quietly, after the front door closed behind
the woman, “I would like to invite Alina to go
upstairs to Suzie’s room. It’s the second door on the right, Alina,” he said, now addressing the girl. “Why not go up
there and find a nice bikini to put on. Come back here and lets us admire you
in it, then you might like to go out and join the other girls.” Alina looked at her father, who after a moment’s
hesitation, nodded to the girl. He spoke to her briefly in Punjabi, before
waving her off.
“So it is my daughter you want, is it?” asked the astute Pakistani.
“Not at all,” said Harry. “This is all about what she wants. You said
yourself she asked to join the girls’ group. But let me make you a promise, Mr.
Khan,” he said, looking the Asian in the eye. As long as Alina
is happy to remain in the group and participates willingly, I will never
mention what I discovered about your sordid little business. However, I will
make one demand.” Khan looked at him questioningly. “You stop the human
trafficking today. If you sell just one more poor soul into life as a sex
slave, I will know, and I will take action immediately, understand? What you do
about your food supply business, I couldn’t care less, but the trafficking
stops, now.” Khan nodded. He was relieved. He had thought Harry was going to
say he’d already called the police.
Strangely, Khan surprised Harry, when he stepped towards him and proferred his hand, which he shook, as though some business
deal had been arrived at.
They heard footsteps on the stairs, as Alina
came slowly down. She appeared before them, her head bowed in front of her
father. He looked at her, his eyebrows raised momentarily, before speaking to
her in Punjabi once again, clearly issuing instructions to her. Harry had been
expecting some explosion of outrage from the man, because she was wearing the
only bikini left up in Suzie’s room. It was minute.
The bra was made of a piece of skin coloured ribbon, around her chest,
which had two other ribbons over her shoulders holding it in place. The
shoulder straps weren’t adjusted properly and the ribbon was too low, exposing
her whole areolæ to his view. Her nipples, although only pinhead sized, were
hard and standing proud. Her panties
were almost useless. Firstly, the front piece was only an inch wide, so hardly
covered her cleft at all, and what was there had already sunk into her valley,
exposing most of her labia. The rest of her mound was entirely on view. The top
inch of her cleft could be seen. Harry held his hand up and indicated for her
to turn around. The back was a thong, and so deep into her bum crack it was
invisible.
“Well thank you, Mr. Khan,” said Harry, happily, “I think she will do
very nicely. Very nicely indeed. I think she will fit
in with the other girls. But I give you a pledge, Mr. Khan.” The Pakistani
looked levelly at him. “No one here will ask her to do anything she doesn’t
want to do. But I will also repeat what I said to you earlier: ‘As long as Alina is happy to remain in the group and participates
willingly, I will never mention what I discovered about your sordid little business’.” His message was clear to the Asian businessman.
“Run along Alina,” said Harry, smiling warmly
at the little brown skinned seven year-old, “go and join the other girls.” Khan
and Harry shook hands once more and soon the Pakistani got in his car and left.
Harry went to find the girls. On the way, he found a trail of bikini tops and
panties, between the house and pool edge. The parade with the six girls had
been set up before Khan and his wife arrived. Alina’s
ridiculously tiny garment, which had been so carefully selected, lay discarded
by the pool.
Alina was now laughing and splashing in the water with the
rest of the naked preteens. He noticed she was getting to know Sarah. Sarah was
a red headed, freckle faced girl,
It was only a year after the pact had been agreed between Harry and
Harry and
The U.N. finally voted to incorporate the concept into United Nations Convention on the Rights of the Child.
Harry and
They were sitting by the pool one sunny afternoon, watching the thirty
odd naked girls, jumping in and out and swimming around enjoying themselves as
all children should. There were several couples at the shallow end, embracing
each other, their fingers openly exploring one another’s pussies, while they
kissed deeply, tongues wrestling. Rachel came out from the house. “
She smiled shyly and walked over to
“Hello,
“I’ve missed you too. Can I sit down?” she asked.
“Of course, help yourself,” he replied, waving
at Harry’s empty seat.
She moved to him, turned and sat on his lap, leaning back against his
chest, as she had so many times before. He instinctively put his arms around
her and interlocked his fingers over her abdomen. He could feel the hot skin of
her belly against his fingers. She placed her hands over his and sat there, as
if she’d been in his shed only yesterday.
“Do you want to come back to the allotment and join the other girls?” he
asked. “Most of them are here today. I think you probably know most of them.”
“Hmm,” she said in a non committal tone, looking across at the naked
girls. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure, what do you want to know?” he asked.
“You know before…you know, when we were in the shed…when you, you know,
made me feel nice……”
“Yes, of course,
“Would you….could we….you know…..?” She pushed
his hands down over her mons and pressed his fingers into her shape beneath.
She moved her legs a little apart in invitation.
“I’m sorry I didn’t come back to the allotment,” she managed to whisper,
even as she pushed his fingers harder against herself. “I so wanted to, to let
you…to …..Oohhhh, ahhhh, yeesssss,” she cried, as she tumbled into a wonderful
climax, her vagina clamping on
“Of course,
She turned her head and grinned at him. “That’s OK,
my mum dropped me off earlier. She made me pack a bag. I almost forgot my
toothbrush,” she giggled.
“Why don’t you slip your clothes off and run along and join the other
girls,
THE END
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Cast of Characters
Allotment
Anna – (10)
Gilly – 9 nearly 10 Anna’s sister long blond hair. Lesbian
lover of Sierra.
Cathy –
Holly – (12) long auburn hair Cathy’s daughter.
Sierra – 9 nearly 10. Gilly’s lover. Brunette with piercing grey eyes.
Ellen – Sierra’s mother, whose previously dull life was transformed by
Sarah – 7yo short, dumpy, freckle faced girl with long red hair fading
to blond.
May – 14yo
Cindy – 8yo dark haired girl. Doesn’t feature
much in the story.
Violet – 9yo Light brown haired girl. Doesn’t feature
much in the story.
Abbie – 10yo
blond.
Doesn’t feature much in the story.
Bella – 11yo Raven haired green eyed. Very willing and
early conquest of
Molly – 11yo Blond friend of Bella’s. Only
interested in oral sex.
Birdwatcher
Harry (33) protagonist
Suzie – (10) auburn hair friend and classmate of Anna besotted with
Harry
Jo (10) - blond haired classmate of Suzie’s
Rosie (11) dark hair, Margaret’s (who’d once betrayed Harry) daughter
Tamara (
Liz (10 ) strawberry blond beauty.
Mary (11) red head. Contrary Mary.
Margaret – Harry’s former fiancé and lover who betrayed him years ago.
Rachel – Suzie’s Mum
Gerry – new headmaster having an affair with Rachel
Angie - Gerry’s wife. Suffers with M.S.