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Caught in the Act.
Written by Lensman.

This story is fictional, all characters and events depicted within are fictional and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

I have one unbreakable rule (to paraphrase Isaac Azimov):
I may not harm a Little Girl, or through inaction allow a Little Girl to come to harm.

Keep these fantasies where they belong; in your head.

Story Codes: (Mg(8), Cons, Pedo, Rom)

Story Intro:
Nothing prepared me for what I found, that day I returned home from work early. Or the turn my life would take because of it.

Caught in the act:

I guess you could say I've been a paedophile my entire life, but I didn't really realise it until I encountered the Internet. I'm not one of those ravening monsters that you may read about, I would never intentionally harm a child, but I do enjoy fantasising about children enjoying sex and I also enjoy looking at beautiful little girls, both in pictures and real life.

I won't explain how I came to realise my predilection towards little girls, either you won't care or have gone through something similar and need no explanation of the gamut of feelings that I had to run before I became comfortable inside my own skin. Suffice to say that at the time this happened I was leading a relatively happy bachelor life.

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It was a fairly typical Friday afternoon, except I had taken the half-day as holiday to use up the last of my holiday entitlement before the start of the new holiday year. I headed home looking forward to reading the latest stories on my favourite sex story website and downloading some pictures of girls in various stages of undress.
My house is at the end of the road, so I can clearly see it once I have turned the corner onto my street. As I rounded the corner I was happy to be almost home, but was surprised by what I saw. There was a car parked in my driveway. It looked familiar. As I stopped by the pavement outside my home I recognised it as my father's car.

>What's he doing here?< I thought to myself, curious that he would be at my place without telling me first. There was nothing that needed repairing that I knew of, but I wasn't concerned, except he had parked in my spot. I walked up to the front door and tried the handle, it was locked. >That's odd.< I thought as I took my keys from my pocket and unlocked the door.
As I stepped into my hall and closed the door again, I heard a strange noise from my living room. I quickly walked into the kitchen to dump my rucksack onto the counter and then crossed through the hall again to enter the living room. I stopped abruptly and stared, too stunned to say or do anything immediately. My father was standing in front of my couch looking flustered, with a young girl stood at his side looking shocked and more than a little frightened.

I couldn't tell her age, somewhere between seven and ten I guessed. She was about four feet tall, the top of her head only came up to my chest, and she looked slender. She had light brown hair that flowed silkily down to the middle of her shoulder blades and framed a pretty, rounded face. Her eyes were a pale blue-grey that were looking at me filled with anxiety, and she had a cute little button nose over luscious full lips. She was wearing a tight pale green T-shirt and a knee-length blue-jeans skirt.

"It's not what you think," dad said apprehensively, but I didn't really hear him as two thoughts flashed with crystal clarity before my mind's eye.
The first was of the girl as I had seen her the previous summer: I was reversing into my driveway, as I normally did, when I spotted her sat on the pavement to one side. She was dressed in nothing more than a strawberry pink bikini that looked one size too small. As I looked out of my passenger side window, to ensure I didn't catch my gatepost as I backed up, I glimpsed her sitting on the pavement with her legs spread wide. Even though it was only a brief glance I clearly saw her plump labia bulging in the tight bikini bottoms, and I was sure I saw her rub at her pussy mound as I passed.
The second memory was of some pictures I had downloaded from the Internet years before: I had been downloading pictures of young girls posing in bikinis, panties or even naked when I found a series of pictures of a young girl posing naked with an adult man. As the series progressed the pictures became more hardcore, with the girl eventually being fucked in the arse and apparently enjoying it. In all the pictures I found the girl's face was not hidden. However, in all but one of them the man's face was blurred or even blacked out. When I saw that one picture I was sure I recognised the face, but dismissed it. That face returned to me then and I recognised it as looking like my father when he was much younger.

"I can explain," dad said nervously.
I came out of my shocked immobility and stood to one side of the door. "You'd better go," I said quietly, trying to keep calm as I felt my anger rising.
"It's not what you think," he said again as he took a step towards me.
"I don't want to know!" I interrupted him loudly, letting some of my anger show in my voice. "I think you'd better go... before I do something we'll both regret."
The young girl started as I shouted and moved to hide behind my father, looking even more anxious. As I stood to one side he led her past me to the front door and let her out. I strode into the kitchen to put my things away, still fuming with anger. My father followed me and collected his coat from the dining chair it was draped over in a tense silence. As he left the kitchen he paused in the doorway and without looking at me said, "Please don't tell your mother," and then left.

I was angry; how dare he use my house for whatever reason without asking me, let alone whatever he was doing with the girl. I had the phone in my hand and was preparing to dial my mother's number when I stopped. I couldn't do it to her, how could I hurt her like that? She, who was always generous and had helped me through my own tribulations, I knew I couldn't be the one to tell her and destroy her. As I thought more about it I didn't know what to do for the best. Should I tell the police, or child services, or do nothing. I needed more information; I realised I needed to speak to the girl.
The weekend dragged by slowly, whenever I heard the squeals and laughter of the children at play outside I would look out the window in the hope of seeing the girl again so I could talk to her, but she was never there.

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The following Monday I returned home at my usual time of six-thirty. As I began preparing my evening meal I heard a faint knock at my front door, I opened it to reveal the young girl. She was dressed in a pale pink T-shirt and what looked to be the same denim skirt as before. She looked around furtively, as if checking that the twilight shrouded street was free from unwanted observers, and then stammered, "C - Can I talk to you?" It was obvious that she was nervous, either she was frightened of me, or what she was doing. I smiled and nodded, trying to be reassuring. She looked round again and then added, "Not out here... inside."

I knew having her in my house was not a good idea, but my need to find out more overrode the need for caution. I smiled and nodded again as I stepped to one side to let her in past me. She entered swiftly and continued straight on into the living room. After checking the street for observers myself I closed the door and followed her.
She was sat on my chair watching me apprehensively as I entered. I smiled, trying to put her at ease, and sat on the far end of the couch, to be as non-threatening as I could. "I'm glad you're here," I said softly and smiled again, "I wanted to talk to you as well."
"Don't be angry," she said quickly, her eyes wide open and pleading, "Promise me you won't be angry."
"I promise," I said as solemnly with my right hand raised as if swearing an oath, "that I won't get angry at you."

She looked at me anxiously for a moment and then entreating me said, "Please don't tell anyone about me an' Uncle Rob." Then she looked at me nervously again and added, "I'll do anything you want if you won't tell..."
I clenched my jaw with anger at the thought of what she must have been doing with my father, Rob. Something of my thoughts must have shown on my face because her face suddenly shone with frightened righteous indignation. "You promised," she yelled at me, "You promised you wouldn't get mad!"

I forced myself to relax and be calm as I smiled reassuringly at her again, "I'm sorry..." I then chuckled as I realised I didn't even know her name. "Er, I'm sorry but I don't even know your name."
All bravado gone she hesitantly replied, "It - it's Jay."
"And how old are you Jay?"
"E - Eight," she stammered.
"I'm very sorry I frightened you Jay," I said softly trying to ease her nerves, "and I promise to not get angry again."

Reassured by my promise Jay grinned, and her smile brightened her face like the sun peeking through clouds on a summer day. She looked cute even when frightened, but when she smiled like that she was positively beautiful. At that moment I was struck with a strong pang of jealousy at the thought that my father was intimate with this little beauty but I wasn't. I then realised with a flash of guilt; that very jealousy was one of the roots of my anger towards him.
Her happy grin changed subtly, her eyes half closed and she lowered her head slightly, almost coquettishly, as she reiterated her promise, "I'll do 'anything' you want if you won't tell on us." If I had seen an adult woman do that, I would have assumed she was offering sexual favours for my silence, but this was a little girl. "You gotta promise," Jay said more firmly this time, "you gotta promise you won't tell anyone about Uncle Rob an' me."

"I need to know some things first Jay," I said calmly, keeping a very tight rein on my roiling emotions, "I need to know more about you and what I walked in on."
"We was just talkin'!" she declared indignantly, and then smiled and earnestly said, "We really was just talkin'."
"Do you always 'just talk'," I asked, one part of me hoping that it would all be innocent, and yet a part deep down was hoping that it was anything but innocent.

Jay grinned boldly, shook her head and said, "No, hardly ever."
"Oh?" I asked and arched my eyebrow curiously.
"Most of the time we have great fun," she said grinning excitedly, "Uncle Rob says I'm his sexy little energizer bunny," then she cocked her head to one side and asked me, "Do you think I'm sexy?"
"Yes, I do," I said honestly, "but that doesn't matter, I still need to know how you two met each other."
"You do?" she squealed happily, not at all distracted by my enquiry. She stood and advanced towards me grinning, "Do you wanna play somethin' fun?" When she stood before me she put her thumbs in the waistband of her skirt and quickly pushed it down until it pooled around her feet. My mouth dried up and my dick sprang to attention in my trousers at the vision of loveliness before me. She was wearing a pair of pale pink panties that were obviously old; they were too tight, clearly showing her prominently bulging labia, and there was a small hole near her left hip.

She stepped out of her skirt and quickly jumped up to sit on my knees with her legs straddling mine. I glanced down and could clearly see her plump labia had spread apart slightly and her clit was clearly showing under the fabric of her panties. She placed her hand over the prominent bulge of her clit and began to rub round and round. "Do you wanna play or what?" she asked smiling dreamily.
I didn't know what to do for the best. Here was my pedo fantasy, real and inviting me to play, and yet I still didn't know how it started. Would I be continuing a trail of abuse? Or was she a willing and sexual little girl?

"No," I said quietly as I grasped her hands and held them away from her lap, down at her sides. "I can't touch you like that, it's wrong."
Jay tugged and squirmed, trying to pull her hands from my gentle but firm grasp, but to no avail. Eventually she stopped struggling and sat on my knees panting and pouting. "I thought you liked me," she said sulkily.
"I do," I said earnestly, "I really do, but grown men shouldn't touch young girls like that... it's not right."
"But I like it," she said curiously, "how can it be wrong?"
"You don't know me," I said earnestly, "I could be a very nasty person who likes to hurt little girls, or even kill them." I felt I had to warn her of the dangers of what she was doing.
"No you're not," she replied firmly, shaking her head, "you're a nice person, and I wanna play with you."
"What makes you think I'm nice?" I asked genuinely curious.
"When we moved here," she explained, "you were moving gravel to your back garden, an' when I talked to you, you were nice to me."

As she talked I recalled the incident. I'd had six tons of gravel delivered because I was replacing my lawns, but the lorry couldn't reach my back garden so had delivered it all to my driveway. I had spent many days shifting that gravel, one wheelbarrow load at a time, with the intermittent help of my family, and I remembered her asking me what I was doing and how I explained it to her. "You think I'm nice just because I answered your question?" I asked incredulously.
"An' whenever I see you on the street I wave," she nodded vigorously, "an' if you see me, you wave back an' smile."
I had to concede that point; I would wave at her whenever we saw each other.

"An' now I know you think I'm sexy," she grinned again, "I know we can have lots of fun together."
I shook my head and sighed. "It's 'because' I think you're sexy," I said feeling exasperated, "that makes me so dangerous to you."
She shook her head in denial and grinned. "I know you wouldn't hurt me," she said with the confidence of youth, "so why not play?"

I ignored her question for the moment and tried to ignore the distracting damp spot beginning to spread on her too tight panty crotch. "Why don't you tell me how it all started," I suggested smiling encouragingly.
Her face dropped and she looked uneasy. "I can't," she said anxiously, "it's a secret..."
I nodded solemnly and said, "Would you tell me if I promised to never tell anyone else?" She considered for a moment and then nodded and smiled tentatively. I let go of her hand and held my right hand up and swore my oath, "I promise on all I hold dear that I shall not reveal your secrets to another, unless you let me." After I lowered my hand again Jay slipped hers back in to my grasp as she took a deep breath and told me her story...

"Daddy works out on the oil rigs," she began, "and is away for ages, but he comes home for visits every few months." "In our old house, before we moved here," she continued, "I saw mummy and daddy doing 'it'," then she giggled.
I was nonplussed for a moment; I had meant for her to tell me how she had started with my father, not hers. However I was interested so I prompted her to continue. "What did you see?" I asked softly.
"I woke up an' was thirsty, so I got up to get a drink of water an' heard mummy making a noise. Their bedroom door was open so I looked in. At first I thought daddy was hurting mummy 'cause she was moaning an' making funny noises. I was goin' to run in there an' stop him, even though I knew I wasn't supposed to, when mummy thanked him an' said she really enjoyed it."

Jay paused smiling for a moment again so I prompted again, "Then what did you do?"
"I went back to bed," she said simply, "but on his next visit home, when mummy was out, I asked daddy to play with me like he did with mummy."
I smiled and commented, "I bet he was shocked by that."
She nodded vigorously, "Yeah, he wanted to know what I'd seen an' heard, an' he didn't want to play at first, but I said I'd ask mummy to play with me an' he changed his mind."

I nodded sagely as I looked at her flushed face. It was obvious she was aroused by the memory of seducing her own father, and of the 'games' they had played. "What about my father?" I asked. She looked blank for a moment, so I clarified, "How did you start with 'Uncle Rob'?"
She beamed and giggled like it was a great joke. "When he was helping you with your gravel," she finally said, "we started talking when he was having a rest."
I didn't remember them talking when he was helping me. "Where was I?" I asked curious.
"Umm, at work I think," she replied, "he asked me in an' we talked about stuff." She then giggled again, "As we talked, I could see he liked me, he looked at me like my daddy does. So I asked him if he wanted to play an' when I stripped off he played with my cunny, an' then I played with his cock." Then she looked at me intently and announced, "I like playing with a cock... can I play with yours? I'll let you play with my cunny."

I knew in part of my mind that I should dress her and get her out as fast as possible. Another part was warning that I might never get another chance to sample the delights of little girl flesh. While my dick was throbbing and screaming "fuck her brains out!".

The decision was quickly taken out of my hands when Jay jumped off my knees and swiftly stripped off the rest of her clothes. Simply put, she looked stunning. Her chest was flat as a board, except for her puffy little areolae and enticingly erect nipples. Her bellybutton was a shallow well in her rounded stomach, but it was her pussy that took my breath away (and stiffened my dick even further).
Her bulging pussy lips were plump and rounded and totally hairless. They were pushed together by the tops of her thighs forming a deep slit that failed to conceal her large and erect clitoris as it poked out at the top.

"Well?" Jay broke the long silence, as if looking for approval.
"You're beautiful..." I whispered not wanting to disturb the moment.
"Oh goody!" she squealed and lunged for my lap. Before I could react she had undone my belt, opened the button on my waistband and pulled down the zip. She struggled to pull my trousers down so I lifted myself up to make it a little easier for her. Once the trousers were down at my ankles Jay started on my underwear. She pulled them down freeing up my raging erection to bounce and throb in time to my quickened heartbeat.
"Oooo," she cooed as she knelt between my parted knees, "your cock looks nice." Then she softly grabbed it and began to slowly pump it up and down. She expertly masturbated me for only a moment before she suddenly leant over and engulfed the head in her hot, wet little mouth. She tightened her full lips around my shaft and sucked hard. She bobbed her head further down while still sucking and licking all over my glans with her tongue.

Her blowjob was just too good, with no more warning that a single grunt I came, with more force and pleasure than I ever thought possible. Jay was obviously surprised but she swallowed every jet of my scalding cum that I gave to her. Eventually sucking the last drops from me and then sitting back on her heels she grinned at me. "I guess you needed that," she giggled merrily.
I laughed as I leant over to lift her back up and on to my lap. "Yes I did," I said then briefly kissed her luscious lips, "Now it's your turn!"

I stood, still holding Jay, and hobbled for a few steps before impatiently pulling my feet from the tangled mess my trousers had become. Once free of them I carried Jay upstairs and into my bedroom. I gently laid her down on my bed and sat down beside her. "Jay," I asked softly, "what would you like me to do for you?"
She grinned in anticipation, "Would you lick my cunny?"
I smiled and nodded eagerly; one of my strongest fantasies was to taste a young girl... and I was about to do it.

I knelt at the side of the bed and gently parted Jay's thighs wide. Her plump bald labia were already glistening with her secretions. As I parted her legs her labia parted slightly, showing silvery strands of her juices linking her lips together and the largest clit I had ever seen. It stood proud from between her labia at least as long as the end joint of my little finger, like a miniature dick. As I got closer I inhaled the heady aroma of her sex; the scent of her slammed directly into my libido. I wanted this little girl in the worst possible way, and yet also in the best. I was determined that she would enjoy her experience with me as much as possible.

I very lightly trailed my fingertips over Jay's fleshy labia causing her to gasp at the sensation and then giggle, "That tickles!" I could not help my self, I lightly stroked her labia again, and again Jay gasped and I saw her stomach draw in as a reaction to the sensation. I continued to lightly stroke at Jay's pussy, it was the softest and smoothest thing I had ever felt, and I could have easily stroked it forever if Jay had not intervened.
"You're supposed to be lickin' me," she moaned softly.
"Sorry," I said contritely, "but your cunny is so soft, I could stroke it all day."

I leant over and very lightly trailed the tip of my tongue along her slit from her hole to just short of her large clit. Jay shivered slightly and moaned contentedly. I very slowly increased the pressure and depth of each lick as I lapped at her, each time purposefully stopping short of her astounding clit. I didn't know if I would ever get another chance with this or any other prepubescent little girl, so I wanted to make it last as long as possible.
I slowly licked all over her firm vulva until she began to moan in frustration and flexed her hips up at me. "Please..." she moaned softly.
I slowly eased the tip of my tongue between her labia at the base of her slit until I had just penetrated her hole, and was rewarded with a taste of her succulence. She was like nothing I had ever tasted before, fresh and yet musky, sweet and yet salty. Her taste short-circuited my brain and went straight to my spent dick, causing it to re-inflate between my thighs.

I lifted Jay's legs and put them over my shoulders, and then slid my hands under her firm rounded buttocks to cup and fondle them as I held her. I brought my thumbs up and over her cheeks and gently parted the fat lips of her pussy, exposing the glistening darker pink interior to my lusting gaze. Her hard clit appeared to throb and get longer as I watched it. Without warning I lapped from the base of her slit to her proud clit, and finally sucked it between my lips. I sucked on the little shaft and flicked the tip with my tongue and was amazed as I felt Jay shiver and heard a groan escape her lips. I was surprised that such a small touch could give her an orgasm, even a small one, she really was a sexy little 'Energizer Bunny' girl that keeps on going (or cumming).

I returned to slowly licking all over her pudenda with occasional swipes along her succulent slit. When she again flexed her hips up at me I again sucked her amazing clitoris into my mouth, as I simultaneously pushed my right thumb as deep as I could into the hot, wet embrace of her soft vaginal canal.
I bobbed up and down on her engorged clit while sucking and teasing it with flicks of my tongue and gentle nibbles, while gently probing my thumb in and out of her well-lubricated pussy. She gasped suddenly and then moaned long and drawn out as I felt her tight vaginal muscles clamp down on my invading thumb as she came. This time I continued my oral assault on her clit and increased the tempo of my thumb, extending her pleasure. Her pussy continued to pulse and spasm, each squeeze on my thumb seeming to pump more blood into my dick, until I could hold back no longer. I had to have her; I had to fuck this sexy little girl.

I eased my thumb from Jay's still fluttering hole and quickly dived in to lap up her leaking juices. Once she was relatively clean I lifted up, slid her legs from my shoulders and looked at her. Her body glowed with a light sheen of sweat giving her skin an iridescent look. Her puffy nipples were hard and erect, projecting from her flat chest like twin pencil erasers. Her face was stunningly beautiful and she had a languorous dreamy little smile and her eyes were closed. As I looked at her my heart leapt into my throat... she was gorgeous, she was only eight years old, and I thought I was falling in love with her. I knew I could never hurt her, neither would I be able to deny her anything she wanted.

Jay slowly fluttered her eyes open. "Mmmm, that was nice," and then she peeped in surprise as I kissed her still engorged clit. She quickly sat up and leant over to hug me tight around my neck. She broke off the hug and looked down at my straining erection as it stood to attention pointing straight at her reddened pussy. She looked up from my cock and grinned at me, "Can we play some more?"
Her happy carefree attitude was infectious; I grinned back at her and nodded, "Yep," then I sat back and waved my dick at her, "do you think you can do something with this?" and then grinned as she nodded vigorously.

Jay grinned back at me and giggled, "You bet!" then she grabbed my hands and pulled, guiding me to climb onto my bed and lay down (which I was happy to do). Once I had removed the remains of my clothing and was lying with my head propped on a pillow Jay grabbed my erection and proceeded to lick it all over. The sensation of her little girl tongue on my shaft was delightful, but because I had cum earlier I was able to hold on and just enjoy the spit bath she was giving my dick.
Unexpectedly she let go and moved to straddle my legs with her puffy slit rubbing the base of my shaft. She raised herself up and pushed my dick back and down until the head was poised at the entrance to her sex.
"Are you sure?" I asked, interrupting her with concern colouring my voice. I knew my dick was small (about five inches) but she was only eight and I wasn't sure it would fit (she had felt tight on my thumb!).

Her only answer was a brief nod as she relaxed and allowed herself to sink down onto my stiffened rod. The feeling as my dick slowly sank into her tight embrace was indescribable.
Her vagina was soft and tight, hot and wet and felt so good I could have died then a happy man. There was no barrier to my penetration, so I knew I was not her first, but I didn't care about that, I only wanted to make sure that she felt as good as I could make her.
Jay closed her eyes as she impaled herself down onto my shaft and nibbled at her bottom lip. As her butt came to rest on my thighs we both groaned in unrehearsed unison.

Jay's eyes snapped open and locked onto mine as she grinned at our chorus, and then she lifted herself up and let herself down. Jay's eyes never left mine as she increased the tempo of her fucking on my shaft and I lifted my hands to gently tweak and play with her hard nipples. She gasped and her eyes widened at the feeling, almost as if they had been neglected by others up to now, and she increased the urgency of her fucking again.

Jay was literally bouncing herself up and down my shaft, moaning and groaning with each thrust. She was oblivious to the world around her, revelling in the pleasure she was feeling. She continued to bounce up and down as I stimulated her hard nipples, rapidly working herself up towards the orgasm she craved. I was thrusting up with her bounces and felt her pussy begin to flutter and squeeze my shaft as she moaned loudly and came hard.

I was glad then that I had cum too quickly before; otherwise I would not have lasted. I let Jay relax and catch her breath for a moment before I pulled her off my still rampant dick and laid her back at the edge of the bed. I climbed off the bed and slid my still slimy dick back into her welcoming pussy. Jay lay still, passively accepting my thrusts as I fucked her sweet cunt. I was determined to give this sweet sexy girl another orgasm as I fucked her.

I fucked her steadily, my own pleasure building towards my own peak. Jay appeared exhausted; she was still moaning with each thrust but looked to need more to cum. I moved my right hand down to the union of our bodies and captured her still prominent clit. I squeezed it firmly between my finger and thumb, but it was soaked with her slimy juices so when I squeezed, it popped out like a seed. Jay squeaked at the squeeze and grinned at me so I did it again, and again. Repeatedly squeezing her clit, causing Jay to yelp and smile each time it popped out.
Each time I squeezed her clit I felt her cunt muscles grip my shaft. I kept thrusting and squeezing, desperately holding back the flood of my own orgasm by sheer willpower. Eventually Jay yelped and shivered as she groaned out her third orgasm. As I felt her inner muscles rippling on my shaft my own release came too. Like the waters of a dam finally let loose, I flooded her womb with squirt after squirt of my hot cum.

I rolled off of her and lay panting for breath beside her. I raised myself up to one elbow and looked at the little angel lying naked and sweaty on my bed. "Do you know?" I asked, having just realised it myself, "We haven't even kissed properly yet," then I smiled at her. Jay simply giggled softly and gestured for me to move closer. I moved in slowly until our lips met. We both opened up and shared a long and sensuous soul deep kiss, making promises that I would be only too happy to keep.

When our kiss eventually ended Jay and I climbed into my shower to wash away the evidence of our sex play. When we were dried and dressed I showed her to the door. As I reached for the door handle Jay turned to me and asked, "You won't tell, will you?" and then grinned mischievously.
I chuckled and replied, "I don't know, I think I might need convincing again..."
Jay giggled brightly and said, "Then I guess I'd better keep coming over here until you promise!"

After I had seen her out of my drive and shut the door again, I leant back on it and said to myself, "Then I think that I shall never promise..."

Author's Note:
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