THE PASSIONS OF REVEREND JOHN

Feature Writer:  David Stephens

Feature Title: The Passions of Reverend John

Story Codes: MMMF/ggg, FF/gg, M/b, inc, pedo

Contact Address: [email protected]

Published: 29-Jul-2013
Word Count: 17994

The Passions of Reverend John

The Reverend John Bastable stepped out of the back door of the rectory and breathed in the sappy fragrance of new mown grass. The spring breeze whispered against the ivy-covered rectory walls and rooks cawed noisily from the elm trees at the bottom of the extensive garden.

“I love that smell – don’t you, Olivia?”

“Yes, Daddy – it always smells nice when Bill’s used the mower on the lawn.”

6-year-old Olivia took hold of her father’s hand and smiled up at him. She was a pretty, dark-haired little girl, looking very demure in a cream colored blouse and knee-length, grey pleated skirt. Long white socks and black, patent leather shoes completed her ensemble – she was the very picture of childhood innocence.

“It’s so good to see you looking like a young lady for a change!” said John appreciatively.

“I hate these clothes!” complained Olivia with a little moue of distaste. “My skirt’s not tight enough and it’s too long – and this blouse is really horrible.”

“It won’t be for long, sweetie. We need to be careful when we have visitors – not everyone appreciates seeing little girls in the kind of things that you usually wear.”

“But I thought you said your friend is a pervert?”

“The Reverend Giles Wentworth a pervert?” laughed John as he led the 6-year-old across the lawn. “I said that Giles told me in confidence that he was having what he called inappropriate feelings for his 5-year-old daughter, Sophie. He’s not acted on those feelings yet, as far as I know, so it’s probably unfair to accuse him of being a pervert on present evidence. He’s coming over today to talk things over with me – I am his oldest friend, after all.”

“Does he know that you like little girls?” asked Olivia with a twinkle in her eye.

“I don’t know – he possibly suspects that I do. He once caught me leafing through a copy of *Lolita Lovelies* – I think I explained rather unconvincingly that I’d confiscated it from one of the choirboys!”

“I bet he’d like to see me in those new clothes that mummy bought for me,” persisted the 6-year-old.

“No doubt he would, child,” agreed John, “but his wife is coming with him and I don’t want you flaunting yourself in front of her – at least not until I find out whether she also has so-called inappropriate feelings for little Sophie.”

John opened a gate at the bottom of the lawn and he and Olivia strolled onto the land belonging to Bill Rogers, a long-standing inhabitant of the village whose gardening expertise was put to use by many of the locals. He mainly grew vegetables in his own garden and as John and Olivia approached the cottage where he lived with his wife, Sonia, they saw him forking through a small plot of land nearby.

“Hello, Bill!” called out the 6-year-old cheerily – the gardener was a favorite of hers.

“Hello there, Miss Olivia!” answered Bill, a slow smile appearing on his weather-tanned face.

He was in his fifties with a spare, sinewy frame, and dressed in his usual working garb of checked shirt and corduroy trousers of an indeterminate color. Although he was balding and gave the impression of being older than he was, he had an air of healthy vigor about him and was able to work outdoors all day without showing apparent signs of tiredness.

“You’re looking very smart today, Olivia,” said Bill after he had exchanged greetings with her father.

“Are you inferring that my daughter doesn’t usually look smart?” said John with a laugh.

“Well, sir, she doesn’t generally dress in her Sunday best, does she? When she came up to the cottage yesterday she had a skirt on which barely covered her bottom and a skimpy little thing on top which showed her tummy. Positively indecent, the wife said she looked – positively indecent!”

As Bill pronounced these last words he gave the 6-year-old a look which was very close to a leer and which seemed to suggest that he considered his wife’s assertion to be of an approving rather than condemnatory nature.

“Well I’m afraid that Olivia will have to stay looking decent while the Reverend Wentworth and his wife are with us. Later on, though, I’m sure she’d love to show you and your wife the new clothes that Cheryl has bought for her.”

“That is definitely something to look forward to!” said Bill. “I’m sure your wife has chosen well. I do like to see as much of Miss Olivia’s pretty legs as possible – in fact, I like to see as much of her bare skin as possible!”

“You’ll just have to wait, Bill – I don’t think you’ll be disappointed.”

“That reminds me, Reverend – I’ve taken the liberty of buying Olivia a little something myself, if you wouldn’t mind stepping into the cottage for a moment.”

Sonia Rogers greeted John and Olivia with the easy grace which was habitual with her. She was some ten years younger than her husband with pleasantly handsome features and a svelte figure which she kept trim by regular walks in the country. Like Bill, she adored Olivia and her eyes lit up as the 6-year-old, prompted by her father, reluctantly turned slowly around to display her outfit.

“You look as pretty as a picture, Olivia!”

“That’s what I told her,” agreed John. “She doesn’t seem convinced, though – she’s dying to change into the slutty clothes that my wife picked out for her in town.”

“Well, I must admit that – as fetching as Olivia looks now – I do prefer her in something rather more revealing.”

“Indecently revealing, in fact?” suggested Jack with a wry grin.

“Absolutely!” agreed Sonia, delving into a plastic bag. “Bill spotted these when he was out yesterday – perhaps Livvy would like to wear them with her new things?”
She handed John a tiny pair of flimsy white knickers with ‘Sex Kitten’ printed on the front and was rewarded with an approving smile.

“I hope you don’t mind me buying underwear for Olivia, Reverend?” queried the gardener hesitantly.

“Not at all, Bill – it’s most obliging of you! I think he’s entitled to a big kiss, don’t you, Olivia?”

The 6-year-old lent over Bill as he sat in a fireside armchair and enthusiastically pressed her mouth against his, only to remove it a few seconds later and turn to her father with a quizzical look.

“Is it alright to kiss with tongues, Daddy?”

“I would have thought so, darling – Bill deserves a special kiss for buying you those pretty knickers, doesn’t he?”

Olivia nodded smilingly and again kissed the gardener, this time slipping her moist little tongue into his mouth where it entwined with his lingeringly.

“Goodness me!” gasped Bill when the kiss finally came to an end. “I must buy you underwear more often if I’m going to be repaid like that!”

“I’ve given Bill a stiffie, Daddy!” cried the 6-year-old gleefully, pointing at the prominent bulge in the crotch of the gardener’s corduroys.

“Well done, darling – I’m glad to see you’ve not lost your touch!”

“I’m sorry, sir,” muttered the gardener sheepishly.

“There’s no need to be,” John reassured him. “I know from experience how arousing Livvy’s kisses can be!”

“We’d better get back, Daddy,” hinted the 6-year-old. “Mummy said not to be long.”

“We’ll be back later,” promised John. “Livvy can’t wait to show you her sexy new clothes!”

“The wife and I can’t wait to see her in them!” replied Bill fervently.

 

xxxxx

As he and Olivia walked back to the rectory, John reflected on the developing relationship between his family and the gardener and his wife over the last year or so. He and Cheryl regarded Bill and Sonia as their close friends – something which had been true since they had moved into the rectory two years before their daughter’s birth. Olivia had learnt to regard the cottage as a kind of second home – a place where she was always welcome.

When John occasionally suspected that there was a decided air of lechery about the way Bill and Sonia looked at Livvy, he assumed that he was projecting his own desire for the little girl onto them. He had managed to control his passion for Olivia until her 5th birthday, when he had commenced the highly enjoyable task of progressively debauching her, enthusiastically helped by his wife. Cheryl’s eager assistance had surprised him at first, given her initial resistance to his proposal that they both develop a sexual relationship with Olivia. However, once his wife had quickly accepted that the 5-year-old hugely enjoyed being molested, she willingly took part in the molestation and before long was regularly encouraging him to penetrate the little girl.

It was shortly after he had sodomized Olivia for the first time that she ran up to the cottage one morning before he could remind her to change into something more modest than the revealing clothes she customarily wore around the rectory. When he caught up with the 5-year-old, Bill and Sonia were admiring the skimpy top which declared that she was a ‘Grade A Slut’, meeting his embarrassed explanation with understanding smiles and making it clear that they were excited rather than shocked. Since then he had often considered offering Olivia to the gardener and his wife, to be used at their pleasure – without ever quite having the nerve to do so.

He pushed these thoughts out of his mind when he saw Giles Wentworth and his wife, Ruth, sitting at the white cast-iron table which stood by the back door of the rectory.

“Your wife is in the kitchen giving Sophie milk and biscuits,” explained Giles, prompting a thirsty Olivia to scamper indoors.

John sat down opposite the young couple and chatted with them about the usual pastoral matters while he considered whether he could safely bring Sophie into the conversation in her mother’s presence.

“I’d better make it clear that I’ve told Ruth why I want to talk to you,” said Giles eventually, after a slightly awkward pause.

“I see,” John replied – a somewhat inadequate reply but the only one he could come up with in his confusion.
“Perhaps,” he added after a moment, “you could say what exactly Giles has told you, Ruth – this is rather a delicate situation, after all.”

Ruth looked at John openly, with none of his own confusion apparent in her manner. He had always thought her an attractive woman – her slight figure in particular was very much to his taste – but at that moment she looked positively bewitching. There was an air of simmering sexual excitement about her which he hadn’t expected but was unmistakable and extremely beguiling.

“My darling husband,” began Ruth, “informed me a few days ago that he has the hots for our baby girl! Would you ever have believed, John, that a clergyman – a respected pillar of the community – could admit to lusting after his own 5-year-old daughter?”

There was no sense of outrage in her voice – rather amusement blended with the underlying sexual charge which John had already detected.

“I didn’t exactly put it like that,” protested Giles mildly.

“No, you expressed yourself rather more pompously as I remember – something about the so-called inappropriate feelings you have for Sophie and the difficulty you’re having in preventing yourself from acting on those feelings.”

“You don’t sound exactly shocked, Ruth,” John commented. “I’m curious as to why you refer to ‘so-called’ inappropriate feelings.”

“It’s not something that I’ve felt able to talk about before, but I’m not surprised that many fathers find their young daughters sexually attractive – dad certainly felt that way about me.”

“The bishop?” exclaimed John, somewhat taken aback.

“Yes – the bishop!” laughed Ruth. “I know that dad often appears to be a rather stern and authoritarian figure but he’s always been a loving father to me. When I was about Sophie’s age he used to come into my bedroom and put his hand up my nightie and touch me in places that even then I knew he wasn’t supposed to. It wasn’t long before he was showing me his erection and persuading me to give him what I believe in vulgar parlance is known as a hand job.”

“And then,” prompted John.

“And then – nothing, I’m afraid. I’ve an idea that mother became suspicious and so there were no more nocturnal visits from dad, unfortunately.”

“You say unfortunately, so does that mean you’re happy for Giles and Sophie to have a sexual relationship?”

“Up to a point, yes. I have no problem with them indulging in intimate touching and kissing – or with them masturbating each other – but one thing inevitably leads to another and I’m not at all sure that a 5-year-old is ready for sexual intercourse.”

“Though a certain photo I showed you this morning has perhaps persuaded you to reconsider that opinion?” suggested Giles with a grin.

Ruth reached into her handbag and pulled out a magazine which she opened out on the table before John.

“After Giles had discovered you looking at *Lolita Lovelies* he started compiling his own kiddy porn collection – without my knowledge, of course. I wonder if you’d care to comment on one particular photograph in this month’s issue of *Preteen Cum Sluts*?”
Ruth indicated the ‘readers’ daughters’ section of the magazine where the featured photo was of a naked 5-year-old seated on a hearthrug, her legs wide apart and her smiling face liberally splashed with runny grouts of semen. Even through the obscuring mask of goo, Olivia’s features were unmistakable.

“I’m really proud of that shot,” said John casually. “The main focus is obviously on Livvy’s face but I also wanted to direct attention towards her pussy – look how flushed and puffy the labia are and how they’re parted to show her sticky, bright pink gash!”

“Giles and I had remarked on that ourselves,” said Ruth dryly. “We both noticed how happy Olivia looks – despite the fact that you must have given her a particularly thorough fucking to leave her little pussy looking so sore and swollen.”

“Livvy loves being fucked hard – I’ve no doubt you’ll find the same with Sophie when you’ve broken her in. There’s no need to worry about her being too young – a 5-year-old is well capable of taking hard cock in her little holes, if Olivia is anything to go by!”

The back door opened and the girls ran out into the sunshine, giggling excitedly as Cheryl ushered them to the table.

“Olivia wants to show you her sexy new clothes,” she said. “Sophie didn’t want to be left out, so she’s changed into something a little more revealing.”

The girls’ laughter had subsided now and they stood shyly by the table as three pairs of eyes gazed at them lasciviously. Olivia was wearing extremely brief denim shorts which exposed the lower half of her shapely bum cheeks and a skimpy halter top which stated that she was ‘Wet ‘n’ Willing’, while Sophie sported a black micro skirt which barely covered her bottom and a cropped top on which was inscribed an instruction to: ‘Use Me As Your Slut!’

“I think it would be foolish to turn down such an attractive proposition, don’t you, Ruth?” said Giles, his voice thick with barely-suppressed lust.

“Positively idiotic,” laughingly agreed Ruth.

“Cheryl says I’m a sexy little thing!” piped up Sophie, having quickly discovered how much she enjoyed the lecherous stares that her scantily-dressed body attracted.

“Both of you are sexy little things!” said Cheryl. “Why don’t you and Giles take them up to the cottage, John, while I have a chat with Ruth – I want to show her the books that we found useful when we started introducing Olivia to sex.”

“Come on then, girls,” said John briskly. “Let’s go and show Bill and Sonia how deliciously slutty you both look!”

 

xxxxx

“Don’t you look hot stuff, Olivia?” declared Bill a few minutes later as the 6-year-old preceded her father into the cottage sitting room. “Who’s your pretty little friend? She’s another sexy piece of ass, I must say!”

The gardener looked a good deal discomposed when Giles followed the girls into the room and he began to offer a somewhat incoherent apology.

“No explanation needed, Mr Rogers, I assure you,” said Giles breezily. “I’m pleased that you find my little girl so attractive – referring to her a sexy piece of ass is an entirely acceptable way of describing her charms!”

“This is my friend and colleague, the Reverend Giles Wentworth,” explained John. “The sexy piece of ass is his 5-year-old, Sophie. Giles and his wife have decided – wisely, I believe – that it is perfectly reasonable and appropriate for them to start a sexual relationship with Sophie.”

“They intend to use the little lass as their slut, in fact?” hinted the gardener, noting with interest the slogan on the 5-year-old’s top.

“Well, wouldn’t you, Bill – if you had the opportunity?” asked Giles smilingly.

“Of course he would,” put in Sonia. “So would I – it would be a dream come true to finger and tongue Sophie’s sweet little holes … ”

“Before I stuffed them with hard cock meat!” continued Bill, openly leering at the 5-year-old in a way which both thrilled and disturbed her.

“Perhaps it won’t be too long before you’re both doing just that, with Olivia as well as Sophie,” suggested John, causing his friend to raise an interrogative eyebrow.

“If Bill and Sonia consider allowing us to pleasure little Maisie,” he explained to Giles.
John indicated a framed photo on the mantelpiece – a cherubic 3-year-old, the Rogers’ only grandchild – registering with satisfaction their marked interest when he made it plain that he was seriously proposing that they sanction the debauchment of their darling granddaughter.

“This will give you an idea of the kind of thing I have in mind for Maisie,” continued John, showing them Olivia’s photo in *Preteen Cum Sluts*.

“Doesn’t she look sweet!” said Sonia as she and Bill gazed intently at the naked, cum-splattered 6-year-old.

“Do you think that you could persuade your daughter that Maisie would look just as sweet with semen dripping from her cute little face? From what you’ve said before, I understand that Joanna is something of a slut herself.”

“Yes indeed, sir,” agreed Bill cheerfully. “It took me a while to convince her that she craves to be a horny slut for her daddy, but she knows who her holes belong to now – and she loves feeling my hard cock pumping into them!”

“Joanna’s a good girl,” confided Sonia. “When she found Bill with his hand in Maisie’s panties, she simply undressed her so that he could feel her up at his ease. She accepts that Bill is going to have sex with Maisie when he judges the time is right – now he’ll just have to persuade her to allow you two reverend gentlemen to pleasure the little darling.”

“That shouldn’t be too difficult,” Bill declared confidently. “Joanna knows very well that a sexy little slut like Maisie will need more than one man to keep her satisfied!”

“She certainly will if she’s as perpetually horny as Olivia,” agreed John. “While we’re all here, it would perhaps be a good idea if Livvy demonstrated just what a great little fuck she is.”

“I don’t think you’ll find Bill or myself taking issue with you there,” commented Giles dryly.

“Pick a hole, Bill,” John invited as he helped the 6-year-old to undress. “Livvy can accommodate you in her vagina, anus or mouth – the choice is yours!”

“I’ll go for her pussy, then – though the other two options are also extremely tempting!”

“Could you phone the rectory for me, Sonia, and ask the ladies to join us?” asked John. “I particularly want Ruth to understand that the concept of a 6-year-old thoroughly enjoying sexual intercourse is not just the delusion of a pedophile!”

 

xxxxx

When Cheryl and Ruth arrived at the cottage, somewhat breathless after their hurried walk from the rectory, Sonia had already thoroughly fingered Olivia’s tight cunt hole and satisfied herself that it had opened up sufficiently to allow her husband to attempt penetration. Looking at Bill sitting naked in an armchair, handling his erection as he patiently waited for Livvy to be handed over to him, Sonia couldn’t help but doubt whether the 6-year-old could really take his full length in her immature vagina. Olivia clearly had no such misgivings, perching on Bill’s thighs with her back against his chest and slowly lowering herself onto his engorged shaft.

“Gently does it!” advised Cheryl as the 6-year-old positioned Bill’s bloated glans between her puffy labia.

Ruth was entranced as she watched Olivia steadily impale herself on the gardener’s rigid cock. All her preconceptions concerning the advisability of such a young girl having intercourse faded away during the next few minutes as the 6-year-old was gradually penetrated, her sweet little opening stretching to its fullest extent as she struggled to accommodate the urgent thrust of Bill’s tool.

“She wants it so much, doesn’t she?” breathed Ruth, finally accepting that a child as young as Olivia could indeed experience sexual pleasure from full penetration.

“You said that Livvy loved being fucked hard?” she added, looking at John hopefully.

“Let’s put that to the test, shall we?” suggested Bill.

He stood up slowly, the naked 6-year-old firmly embedded on his rampant cock. After placing Olivia gently on his wife’s lap he proceeded to subject her to a prolonged fucking, sometimes with full steady strokes which had her moaning with bliss, sometimes with vigorous stabbing thrusts which caused her to cry out piercingly. Despite her wails, even the most prejudiced observer could hardly claim that the 6-year-old was being forcibly abused, particularly when the tempo of Bill’s pistoning cock eased of slightly and the tearful little girl begged to be fucked harder.

“Daddy is going to love you like that, Sophie,” Ruth whispered to the 5-year-old, reaching out to fondle her pert little bottom.

“Now, Mummy?” said Sophie, her eyes widening in surprise.

“No, not now,” laughed Ruth. “Very soon, though. Daddy is going to put his penis in your vagina and in your bottom hole and in your mouth because he loves you very much.”

“Will I be Daddy’s little slut then?” asked the 5-year-old, clearly pleased by the prospect.

“You’ll be Daddy’s darling little fuck slut,” promised Giles.

“Bill is squirting his love juice into Livvy’s little tummy now,” explained Ruth to Sophie as the gardener yelled out in orgasmic delight. “Would you like daddy and John to squirt their juice on your face, sweetie? I’m sure they’d love to make you their little cum slut!”
Before Sophie could reply, the two highly-aroused clergymen were already exposing themselves to her, proudly displaying their tumescent organs to the excited little girl before wanking furiously and rapidly reaching their explosive climaxes in near unison. The 5-year-old gasped in startled surprise as successive blasts of hot semen splattered against her dazed face, quickly coalescing into a gooey glaze through which she smiled brightly.

“That’s a good little slut!” praised Ruth when Sophie licked her cum-sticky lips. “Have you got a camera, Sonia? I’m sure the readers of *Preteen Cum Sluts* would love to see a photo of my little girl’s pretty face decorated with two loads of creamy spunk!”

“Just a sec,” replied Sonia, gently easing Olivia from her lap and hurrying off to fetch her digital camera.

Sophie continued to smile through the mask of gummy sperm coating her face as Sonia snapped her. She loved the feel of the warm gouts of thick semen slowly sliding down her nose and cheeks – she loved being the center of attention – she loved being a cum slut!

“Could you take some close-ups of Olivia’s cunt now, please?” asked John.

The 6-year-old replaced herself on Bill’s lap and opened her legs wide to expose her swollen pussy, its reddened slit oozing cum. There was something of lewdness blended with a charming innocence in this – Olivia was proud to be her daddy’s slut and more than willing to show off her hard-fucked cunt to anyone able to appreciate its loveliness.

“I wonder if your father would be interested in having a sexual relationship with Sophie?” mused Giles to his wife.

“No doubt he would – I can’t imagine ever having the nerve to suggest such a thing to him, though.”

“Let me do it,” offered John. “I’ve always got on quite well with the bishop – I’ll try and see him tomorrow, before I have time to change my mind!”

 

xxxxx

“Take a seat, John – I won’t be a moment.”

The Reverend John Bastable gave the bishop a tight smile as he sat in the straight-backed chair placed in front of the large mahogany desk. He tried to look nonchalant as he waited for the bishop to finish writing in a morocco-bound notebook but knew that he was failing in that aim, his restiveness increasing as the seconds slowly passed. It had seemed a good idea to suggest to the bishop that he should consider having a sexual relationship with his 5-year-old granddaughter but now, looking at his austere features, he wondered how he ever could have imagined doing so.

“Now, John,” said the bishop as he finally closed the notebook. “You were rather unclear on the telephone – I understand that you have a proposition of a somewhat delicate nature to put to me?”

“The proposition is from your daughter actually, bishop – I’m merely her intermediary.”

“Ruth? I saw her only this morning but she didn’t say anything about this matter – though I thought she seemed a little flustered.”

Hardly surprising, thought John. It was difficult for him to recognize Ruth’s description of the bishop as a loving father – there was something of the ascetic about him which belied that idea. He could feel a knot of tension tightening in the pit of his stomach as he tried to explain himself.

“Giles and Ruth visited my wife and I at the rectory yesterday,” he began. “In the course of a conversation about the charms of little girls, Ruth gave it as her opinion that many fathers are sexually attracted to their young daughters – and that you undoubtedly felt that way about her when she was Sophie’s age.”

John had expected the bishop to immediately deny his daughter’s assertion, probably with a degree of vehemence, but instead he looked stonily at the rector and waited for him to continue.

“Ruth told us that you used to visit her bedroom late at night and put your hand up her nightdress and – er – molest her. Well, molest is hardly the right word as she loved what you did to her and was extremely disappointed when you stopped.”

“Disappointed? I always assumed that she hated what I did to her – even when I persuaded her to masturbate me she seemed so subdued that I was afraid of causing her lasting psychological harm. I never imagined that she enjoyed … ”
The bishops words trailed off into silence.

“I believe Ruth was overawed when you came into her room,” suggested John. “As a 5-year-old she would surely have found it difficult to explain her feelings. I remember her telling me how she licked your semen from her hands after you’d left her – how she still dreams of you one day ejaculating into her mouth … ”

“If only I’d known!” muttered the bishop, giving John a wry grin. “I’m still not sure why you’re telling me all this, John, rather than Ruth.”

“There are some things that are rather awkward to discuss with your father, however close you may be. Ruth wants you to know that she longs to be sexually intimate with you, if you’re still attracted to her in that way.”

“More than I can say! I’ve never stopped wanting Ruth – she is a highly desirable young woman.”

“As desirable as little Sophie?”

The bishop looked at John intently for a few moments before answering him.

“That would hardly be possible – my granddaughter is even lovelier than her mother was at that age.”

“I’ve been asked to inform you that Giles and Ruth have decided to start a sexual relationship with Sophie – and would be honored if you would do the same.”
The bishop appeared to be stunned by the rector’s words. The realization that his daughter had invited him to have sex with her had only just hit him – now he was being offered the same favors with his 5-year-old granddaughter and he didn’t know what to say.

“Giles has agreed that you should take Sophie’s virginity,” continued John, “though he hopes you will agree to him being the first to sodomize her.”

“Of course,” muttered the bishop in a somewhat dazed fashion. “Could I ask if my daughter and son-in-law have invited you to use little Sophie for your pleasure?”

“They have indeed, bishop.”

“Call me Edward – there’s no need to be so formal in the circumstances.”

“If I may be forthright then, Edward, your delectable granddaughter has three fuckable holes which require three hard cocks to fill them!”

“You express yourself somewhat crudely, young man, but the point you make is a pertinent one.”

The bishop pressed a buzzer on his desk and shortly afterwards a young woman wearing a smartly-tailored jacket and skirt entered from a side office.

“Could you transcribe my latest notes onto the computer, Lisa, please?” asked the bishop, handing his secretary the morocco-bound notebook. “Let the Reverend here see what you’re doing and show him the encrypted files – the images as well as the text files.”

“Yes, sir,” said Lisa, pulling up a chair before a computer at the back of the room and gesturing to John to take a seat by her side.

“I need to be elsewhere for a while, John,” said the bishop. “You can be completely open with Lisa about what you’ve told me this morning – she is a very broadminded young lady and I trust her totally.”

“I was listening at the door, actually,” admitted Lisa when the bishop had gone. “I bet that Sophie is a real little hottie, isn’t she?”

“That’s a pretty fair description,” agreed John with a smile. “She and my 6-year-old, Olivia, are both little hotties, as you put it.”

“And how would you describe them, Reverend?”

“Sexually provocative little sluts would be a start!”

“That’s just how the bishop likes them,” said Lisa as she began to transfer the notebook’s contents onto the computer.

“Edward writes erotic stories and posts them online,” she added as she continued to type.

“This is a draft of his latest story – he isn’t very good with computers so prefers to write them in longhand and let me type them up.”

“What’s this one about?”

“A bishop who grooms the 7-year-old daughter of his secretary for sex,” murmured Lisa, her face flushing with embarrassment.

“Based on real events?”

“Yes it is,” said Lisa frankly. “Edward loves my daughter Jess dearly – he’s been quite open about wanting to have sex with her and I could hardly refuse him my consent.”

“Most mothers wouldn’t have been so obliging,” suggested John.

“Edward has persuaded me that little girls deserve a fulfilling sex life and I must say that I now completely agree with him. My only regret is that he didn’t start grooming Jess earlier – I know he would have liked to take her virginity a year or two ago.”

“Has he actually done the deed yet?”

“Two weeks ago – with Jess bent over his desk. She was sore for days afterwards but that didn’t stop her from begging for more – she’s such a horny child!”
For the next few minutes there was silence as Lisa finished her typing, John taking the opportunity to study her more closely. She looked to be twenty-something, a good-looking blonde with a trim figure who hardly looked old enough to be the mother of a 7-year-old.

“I’ll show you Edward’s kiddy porn collection now,” said Lisa when she had completed her task. “It’s not very extensive but he only saves high-quality images and they’re quite difficult to find.”

There were about two hundred photos depicting a variety of adult/child sexual activity, mainly involving girls in the 3-10 age range but also including a few young boys, one of whom, a child of about 5, was being sodomized by the bishop – and apparently enjoying the experience.

“I took that one!” said Lisa proudly. “Jess’s brother is as horny as she is – there’s nothing Ricky likes better than taking Edward’s hard cock in his little bottom!”
The sound of childish laughter outside the office door heralded the arrival of the bishop who came into the room with a pretty little girl whose features bore a strong resemblance to those of Ricky’s.

“Edward usually collects Jessica from the school gates for me,” explained Lisa, giving her daughter a welcoming smile.

“Your mummy tells me that you’re a horny little slut, Jessica,” said John, gazing at the little girl with unconcealed lust. “Is she right?”

The 7-year-old nodded shyly, pressing herself to the bishop who hugged her to him tightly.

“The horniest little slut a man could hope to possess,” confirmed Edward. “Don’t you think she looks sexy in her school uniform, John?”

“I imagine she looks sexy in just about anything.”

John preferred to see a little girl in a short skirt and skimpy top but had to admit that there was something curiously erotic about Jessica’s cream blouse and knee-length skirt.

“Come and sit on my knee, Jess,” invited the bishop as he resumed his place behind the desk. “Let me give you a big cuddle.”

The cuddle soon developed into a comprehensive groping with Edward’s hand exploring inside the 7-year-old’s unbuttoned blouse and reaching up her skirt, the little girl moaning in appreciative pleasure. There was more than sheer lasciviousness in this, the affection he felt for Jessica clearly evident from the loving tenderness with which he kissed her nose, lips and cheeks as he fondled her.

“You’ve got a stiffie!” giggled Jessica after a while, blushing with pleasure as she jiggled about on the bishop’s lap.

“I suppose I’d better fuck you then,” said Edward composedly as he reached for his zipper. “Your pussy’s so wet that I don’t think we’ll require any lubrication.”

“Shall I undress her for you?” asked Lisa.

“There’s no time for that – I want her now!”

The bishop hitched the 7-year-old’s dress up around her waist and slid his erect cock inside the leg of her white cotton knickers and into the moist entrance of her vagina. As he pulled her down onto his rigid shaft there was a hesitant knock on the door which he ignored, preferring to concentrate on fully penetrating his young lover.

“It’s only me, bishop,” said a woman’s voice as the door opened slightly. “Polly Smith – Richard’s form teacher.”

“Please enter, Miss Smith,” grunted the bishop as he finally succeeded in inserting the full length of his engorged shaft into the loving embrace of Jessica’s silky-smooth cunt.

“Come along, Richard,” said Polly as she came into the room, seemingly unconcerned by the sight of the bishop’s cock embedded in Jessica’s pussy.

Ricky ran up to his mother and she lifted him onto her lap, kissing him full on the mouth as she fondled his bottom through his shorts.

“I was hoping that I could watch you having anal sex with Richard,” said Polly, “as you said I could – but I see that you’re otherwise engaged!”

“I’m afraid it was a case of first come, first served, Miss Smith. However, I’m sure that the Reverend Bastable here would be more than happy to sodomize Richard, if you ask him nicely.”

“Would you be so kind as to do that for me, Reverend?” asked Polly. “Richard has been quite cranky at school today – he often is when he’s not enjoyed anal intercourse for a while.”

“I would be delighted to help you out, Miss Smith,” said John. “I’ve not had sex with a boy before – I’m always open to new experiences.”

Lisa undressed her son feverishly and Polly took the naked 5-year-old from her and laid him down on the bishop’s desk.

“I like a boy who knows what he wants!” declared Polly when Ricky lifted his knees to his chest and pulled his bum cheeks apart to expose his light-pink anal ring.

“Would you care to lubricate Richard’s bottom, Miss Smith?” asked the bishop as he lifted his hips and began to thrust into Jessica’s succulent cunt.

The experienced child-lover is always careful to maintain adequate supplies of lubrication and so Lisa had no difficulty in locating a jar of Vaseline and tossing it to Polly.

“Ricky needs a well-greased finger or two inserted into his back passage to open him up before penetration can be attempted.”

“Don’t we all?” laughed Polly, setting about her task with enthusiastic vim.

For the next few minutes all that could be heard in the room were the squishy sounds of the bishop’s distended tool stabbing into Jessica’s juicy quin together with Polly’s greasy fingers pistoning into Ricky’s bum hole.

“Look how stiff Richard’s little willy is!” enthused Polly as she continued to efficiently open up the 5-year-old’s sphincter.

“You can suck on him, if you like,” invited Lisa, “though I must warn you that he tends to dribble a little piss into your mouth when he gets excited.”

“That’ll be an added bonus as far as I’m concerned,” said Polly, leaning over to take Ricky’s semi-erect penis into her mouth while her busy fingers continued to pleasure his bottom.

The bishop was grunting loudly now as the tempo of his thrusts increased and he sensed the imminence of his climax. Jessica blissful moans also increased in volume, reaching an ecstatic crescendo when the bishop orgasm-ed and flooded her tiny womb with his hot seed.

“Let me have some, Miss Smith!” said Jessica when she heard Polly give a stifled cry and saw her taking her mouth from Ricky’s cock, her cheeks bulging with piss.

Polly pulled her sticky fingers from Ricky’s arsehole and approached Jessica, trickles of urine escaping from her tightly-pressed lips. The 7-year-old opened her mouth wide and Polly sprayed a frothy mess of pale-yellow piss down her throat which Jessica swallowed gleefully.

“You’d better get stuck into Ricky before his bum hole starts closing up again,” Lisa advised John.

John readily accepted that advice, whipping his erection from his open zipper and pressing its bulbous tip against the 5-year-old’s dilated sphincter.

“How much hard cock can the little chap take in his bottom, Lisa,” he asked.

“Edward succeeded in getting about four inches inside Richard last time, so I should try for that and then we’ll see. Ideally, I’d like to see Ricky taking a full cock-length up his bum as soon as possible – today if you can manage it.”

“I’ll do my best!” declared John, gripping the 5-year-old’s thighs firmly as he forced his pulsing shaft into the moist heat of the little boy’s bowels.

“I’m not one for water sports usually,” said Polly, licking the last drops of Ricky’s piss from her lips, “but I must say that there’s something very moreish about the urine of a young child – Richard can piss in my mouth any time he likes!”

As she said this, Ricky yelled out as he felt his anal ring being stretched almost beyond its full extent and once more piss began to burble from his stiffening little penis.

“There the little tyke goes again!” cried Polly delightedly, once again taking the 5-year-old’s cock into her mouth and sucking on it greedily.

“I’ve got about four inches inside him now, Lisa,” grunted John as Polly swilled warm urine around her mouth and gulped it down with relish.

“Good man. Do you think you could squeeze another inch or so in? If Richard is going to be an accomplished arse slut – and I’m determined that he is – then it’s high time he started taking more in his bottom than he’s managed recently.”

“I’ll see what I can do – the little fellow doesn’t seem too keen, judging by the noise he’s making.”

“Never mind that, Reverend. Shove that lovely cock of yours in as far as you can – Richard will thank you once he’s got used to it!”

That didn’t seem likely, thought John, given the shrill cries of pain that rang around the room as he rammed his turgid shaft deep into the 5-year-old’s rectum. It was only when he began to slowly bugger the screaming child that he was able to concede that perhaps Lisa had it right. Ricky’s wails gradually decreased in intensity until they became tearful whimpers which eventually died away altogether after several minutes of steady fucking.

“He’s loving it now, isn’t he, Reverend?” said Lisa excitedly. “You love being buggered, don’t you, Ricky?”

John grunted his agreement hoarsely as the rhythm of his thrusts increased. Ricky merely gave his mother an angelic smile – and then an ecstatic, sobbing yelp burst from his lips as he felt hot spunk squirting into the depths of his bowels.

“I wonder if it would be best to bugger little Sophie first, or cunt-fuck her?” mused the bishop. “I’d be grateful, John, if you could inform my daughter that I intend to discuss that and other interesting questions with her in the next few days!

 

xxxxx

When John returned to the rectory after his visit to the bishop’s official residence he was met by his wife and Ruth, both of them in a state of high anxiety as they waited to hear the outcome of his meeting. He noticed at once that Ruth’s skirt was a little shorter than usual and her top a good deal tighter, making her look even more appealing than usual.

“You’re looking very attractive today, Ruth,” he commented. “Short skirts suit you – you’ve got a good pair of legs when you care to show them off.”

“I don’t see why Sophie and Olivia should get all the attention – do you think this top is too small for me?”

“Absolutely not! It emphasizes your breasts, which is something you should do more often, in my opinion. You look extremely hot, which is probably not a seemly comment to make to a fellow-clergyman’s wife but one I hope you’ll forgive.”

“It’s very sweet of you to compliment me so nicely,” said Ruth blushingly.

“It’s time you started wearing more revealing clothes,” commented Cheryl. “You’ve got a good body – don’t be afraid to show it off!”

Before John could begin to explain the morning’s events at the bishop’s residence, Olivia ran up to where he was sitting on the sofa and smiled at him seductively.

“Do I look extremely hot, Daddy?” the 6-year-old asked winsomely, standing between his legs.

“Don’t some little girls have big ears?” laughed John as he pretended to deliberate over his daughter’s question. “In actual fact, young lady, you look not just extremely hot but incandescently hot – as hot as hot can be! Does that satisfy you?”

John pulled Livvy to him and kissed her full on the mouth, reluctantly releasing her after a few seconds – he really needed to talk to his wife.

“Where’s the other sexy little slut?” he asked.

“I’m here!” trilled Sophie as she scampered to her friend’s side.

“Before you ask, child, yes – you do look just as hot as Olivia. Absolutely red-hot, in fact.”

“Mr Rogers says I’m a sexy piece of ass!” announced the 5-year-old proudly.

“As Bill is an acknowledged connoisseur of prepubescent ass, I’m not about to disagree with him. What’s more to the point, your grandfather admitted to me this morning that he also considers you to be a sexy piece of ass, though he didn’t quite put it in that way!”

“Oh, I’m so glad!” said Ruth. “I’ve been a bundle of nerves this morning, waiting to hear how you went on.”

“My mission was a complete success – in fact, even more of a success than I could have imagined.”

John carefully explained the details of his interview with Ruth’s father, going on to tell of the bishop’s sexual activity with Jessica and his own sodomization of the little girl’s 5-year-old brother.

“Edward gratefully accepts your proposition, Ruth, that he should be the one to take Sophie’s virginity and requests that you prepare her vagina for him so that he can deflower her as soon as possible. He’ll be visiting us in the next day or two anyway but he also wanted me to let you know that he lusts after you as much as he ever did and can’t wait to fuck you!”

 

xxxxx

When the bishop arrived at the rectory on the day following his meeting with Reverend John Bastable, his daughter opened the front door and welcomed him with a shy smile.

“Hello, Father! We’re all in the living room – come on through.”

Ruth heard the slight tremor in her voice and wondered if her father had noticed it. She felt edgy and her mouth was dry. The knowledge that, according to John, the bishop lusted after her and had eagerly consented to the proposition that he should start a sexual relationship with both herself and his 5-year-old granddaughter would have excited her tremendously if only she could have fully believed it.

“Is there any particular reason why you’re dressed in those vulgar clothes, Ruth?”

The bishop looked at his daughter sternly – she was normally a conservative dresser, as befitted the wife of a clergyman.

“I thought that you would like me to wear something more attractive now that – now that.”

“Now that you intend to act the whore for me?”

Ruth nodded, her face crimsoning. The bishop continued to stare at her in a manner which, though severe, was also undoubtedly lascivious.

“You’re quite right, darling. I like to see my sluts dressed in clothes which are bordering on the indecent, though in quite a tasteful fashion, as yours are.”

Ruth suddenly felt almost ridiculously happy. She couldn’t remember the last time her father had called her darling – and he had certainly never referred to her as his slut before!

“Wait till you see what Sophie is wearing – indecent is hardly an adequate description of her outfit and it certainly couldn’t be considered tasteful by any stretch of the imagination!”

“That’s different – little girls should dress as sluttily as possible in my opinion. Perhaps, on occasion, you could go that way yourself – it’s good to see the outline of a tiny pair of knickers through the flimsy material of an ultra-short skirt, for example. Seeing erect nipples poking through a filmy top is also particularly delightful – anything arousing like that is always welcome to me.”

“Yes, Daddy, I’ll remember that.”

Edward smiled. It was the first time that Ruth had called him daddy since her schoolgirl days – she looked little older than a schoolgirl to him even now with her slight figure and shy manner.

In the living room Cheryl greeted the bishop with an arch look as he took an armchair by the open fireplace.

“What kept you and Ruth so long in the hallway, bishop?”

“I was complimenting my daughter on her clothes – they could be considered indecent, as I told her, but she looks extremely enticing in them, I must say.”

“That’s putting it mildly!” said Giles. “As her husband I may be biased but to me Ruth has always been top totty and always will be!”

“What an extraordinary expression, Giles,” declared the bishop. “If you mean to say that Ruth is a highly attractive young woman – sexually attractive, that is – then I of course agree.”

“She’s well worth a fuck, in fact,” suggested John provocatively.

“Indeed, John. Another inelegant expression – but I can’t deny the truth of what you say.”

“Talking of top totty,” said Giles, “here come the girls.”
Olivia and Sophie walked into the room hand-in-hand and obediently stood before the bishop when he beckoned them. Both of them wore faded blue denim miniskirts and sleeveless pink tops with scooped necklines, cropped to reveal several inches of bare midriff.

“Sweet little bitches!” muttered John as Giles let out a prolonged wolf whistle.

“What does it say on your top, Olivia?” said Edward, raising his eyebrows in mock outrage.

“It says: ‘Wanna do me?’” laughed the 6-year-old, a slight flush appearing on her soft cheeks.

“‘Wanna do me?’” repeated the bishop, in a tone of evident distaste. “Presumably that would have read something like: ‘Would you like to have sexual intercourse with me?’ if it had been phrased in a more correct form of English?”

“There wasn’t room for that, though,” suggested Olivia with a smile.

“No,” agreed the bishop, smiling in his turn. “Your top is so disgracefully skimpy that there’s barely space for: ‘Wanna do me?’ is there?”

“Do you, though?”

“Do I want to have sexual intercourse with you?”

The 6-year-old nodded and looked at the bishop intently as though his answer was important to her.

“Of course I do, child! I want it so much that, although I disapprove of sexually-motivated violence, I would be prepared to tie you up and violate you if that was the only way I could possess you. As it is, I understand that you are what is popularly referred to as a ‘sure thing’, so there’s no need for me to consider coercing you.”

“Little girls should be tied up and raped nonetheless, on occasion,” suggested John. “It would serve to keep them in their place – and anyway a horny piece like Olivia would no doubt love being bound and violently ravished!”

“There’s much in what you say, John,” agreed the bishop. “Children should of course be cherished but should also learn to accept the authority of their betters. Raping them in a loving way could well be an appropriate method of teaching them an important lesson.”

“Let me just confirm then, Olivia,” he added, “that I do intend to have sex with you in the very near future. You’re a very lovely young lady – top totty indeed, as Giles would say – and I would be honored to make love to you.”

The 6-year-old was thrilled. For over a year now she had been fucked by her father on an almost daily basis but had only recently become aware that he couldn’t be expected to fully satisfy her growing sexual appetite. She loved to feel hard cock in her pussy, bottom and mouth – loved to feel cum spurting on her face or down her throat, and now realized that she needed more than one lover if her demands were to be met.

Being fucked by Bill Rogers had been a highly satisfying experience for Olivia and had persuaded her, together with her parents’ encouragement, to look out for further sexual partners. The bishop, a somewhat forbidding figure to a little girl, would not have been her first choice as a lover but as she stood before him she imagined being strapped to her bed by him and brutally violated, the very thought of which made her pussy feel hot and moist.

The bishop’s attention had turned to Sophie, his searching gaze bringing a rosy glow to the little girl’s cheeks.

“And what unseemly message does my innocent little granddaughter have on her top?”

“‘My holes belong to Daddy!’” piped up the pretty 5-year-old, glancing at her father and giggling.

“That’s right and proper, of course, young lady, but I hope you understand that your holes also belong to your grandfather?”

“Daddy says you’re going to fuck my hot little cunt!” declared Sophie, her sweet childish voice emphasizing the delicious obscenity of her words.

“That will be my great pleasure, child, as soon as your darling babyhole has been opened up sufficiently – how are you getting on with that, Ruth?”

“Both Giles and I had a finger in her last night, which she greatly enjoyed – despite being a little tearful at first.”

“Tears are to be expected in such situations,” said the bishop, softly stroking the 5-year-old’s face. “The stretching of a tight, immature vagina in preparation for intercourse can be a painful business for a little girl but that can’t be helped. I expect Sophie to be ready for sex in three weeks time, Ruth – ready or not, I intend to fuck her then so I suggest that you put in some intensive work on her pussy!”

“Yes, Daddy,” said Ruth happily. “Sophie will be fuck-ready in time – don’t worry about that.”

Giles had found himself being continually surprised by his wife since he had confessed to her that he harbored an intense sexual desire for their young daughter. That confession had led to her own disclosure that her father had molested her and to her enthusiastic participation in the opening up of Sophie’s vagina. It seemed to Giles now that Ruth was, if possible, even more excited by the prospect of the 5-year-old’s deflowering than he was!

“What about Sophie’s bottom, Edward?” asked Giles. “I understand that you’re happy for me to take her anal virginity – would you like me to do so at the same time as … ”

“Yes, indeed,” interrupted the bishop. “Three weeks should be sufficient time to prepare her anus.”

“Perhaps we should buy some anal plugs?” suggested Ruth. “I believe that they’re commonly used to stretch a child’s bum hole in preparation for sex.”

“That’s possible, of course,” agreed Edward, “but I think Sophie would find it much more fun if you were to use household objects to open her up – candles, carrots etc. Have a rummage around and see what you can find.”
Ruth lost herself in excited thoughts of the various vegetables she would insert into Sophie’s rectum – before realizing that her father was talking to her again.

“John informed me yesterday that you have always dreamt of me ejaculating into your mouth – is that the case?”

“Yes it is, Daddy. Ever since I was a little girl and licked your cum from my fingers after you’d been to my bedroom, I’ve longed for you to fill my mouth with your hot spunk!”

“I’m not sure that, as highly aroused as I am, I could produce enough semen for that,” commented the bishop dryly. “If your husband and John add their loads to mine, perhaps between us we could produce a sufficiency. Then the girls could suck out the semen from your mouth – it’s time that Sophie in particular developed a taste for seminal fluid.”
Ruth quickly sat down opposite her father and immediately tilted her head back and opened her mouth wide. The bishop stood before her, unzipping his trousers as he gestured to the other two men to join him.

“I’m confident that, collectively, we can produce sufficient ejaculate to fill my daughter’s mouth, gentlemen – let’s put that to the test, shall we?”

The three clergymen pulled out their cocks and for the next couple of minutes wanked briskly above Ruth’s face. She couldn’t help but note the impressive size of her father’s swollen member and envisaged it penetrating her 5-year-old’s tight orifices, the graphic images in her mind which this produced bringing her almost to orgasm.

“Keep your mouth wide open, darling!” urged the bishop. “I’m almost there!”

“Me too!” grunted John.

Giles said nothing but simply shot several streams of thick cum between his wife’s stretched lips. Edward and John soon followed suit until Ruth’s open mouth was swimming in frothy jism.

“Get onto your mummy’s knee, Sophie,” instructed the bishop. “That’s it, sweetheart. Now stick your tongue into her mouth and start licking up all that lovely semen.”

The 5-year-old obeyed her grandfather, though at first in rather a hesitant manner, cautiously poking the tip of her little tongue into the gooey mess filling her mother’s mouth. Soon, though, she was lapping and sucking up the warm sperm enthusiastically and, encouraged by her grandfather, swallowing it down greedily.

“Let’s not waste any,” said the bishop, picking up a teaspoon from the fireside table.

He dipped the spoon into Ruth’s open mouth and ran it over her tongue and the inside of her cheeks until it was brimming with a curdled mixture of cum and saliva. Carefully removing the overflowing spoon, he touched it against Sophie’s rosy lips, the 5-year-old instantly sucking the gummy fluid into her mouth and squishing it around before allowing it to slip down her throat.

“Such a sweet little cum slut!” murmured the bishop appreciatively.

“Is there any yummy cummy for me?” asked Olivia hopefully.

“I’m afraid not, Livvy. Never mind, I’m sure that Ruth’s pussy juices must be overflowing – let’s see, shall we?”

He yanked up his daughter’s short skirt and slid the spoon inside the gusset of her panties, pushing it firmly into her slippery slit. Ruth gasped in shocked delight at the touch of the cold metal against her hot, swollen cunt, opening her legs to allow the bishop to scoop up a spoonful of her tangy wetness and feed it between Olivia’s eager lips.

“Scrumptious!” was the 6-year-old’s verdict after running Ruth’s vaginal nectar around her mouth and allowing it to trickle down her throat.

“More?” offered the bishop, digging the spoon back into his daughter’s sopping pussy and returning it, brimful, to Olivia’s open mouth.

“Me too!” cried Sophie, slipping down from her mother’s lap and standing close by Olivia’s side.

For the next few minutes the bishop fed the two little girls spoonful after spoonful of Ruth’s vaginal secretions, to their great delight. When the flow of his daughter’s juices eventually began to ease of, he returned to his seat and lifted Sophie onto his knee, slipping a hand beneath her flimsy top.

“Can you see how hard your daddy’s penis has got again, sweetie – and John’s? I wish I was young and virile again – it will be a while before I’m stiff again.”

Edward had to reassess that opinion as he ran his hand over the 5-year-old’s warm body, feeling her little nipples harden slightly against his palm. He pressed his open mouth against hers, sucking wetly on her small tongue and tasting the piquant flavour of Ruth’s twat blended with the sweetness of the little girl’s saliva.

“You’re going to be a superb little fuck for your grandfather, aren’t you, Sophie,” murmured the bishop into the 5-year-old’s ear.

“Yes, Grandad,” said Sophie innocently. “Daddy says I’ll make a first-class babywhore, just like Livvy!”

“I’m sure you will, darling!”

“Sophie has already seen Olivia taking the gardener’s cock in her pussy, I believe, John?” the bishop added. “Perhaps it would be a good idea if she was to watch the little slut being sodomized, as she’ll be receiving the same treatment herself in a few weeks.”
John and Giles appeared to think this a good idea, handling their cocks back to full erection as they gazed lasciviously at the scantily-dressed 6-year-old.

“Slip your knickers off, Livvy,” said Cheryl, “and then jump onto my lap. That’s it, sweetie. Skirt up to your waist, legs up by your head. Show the randy gentlemen your delectable bum hole – who could resist such a tempting sight?”

Certainly not the two lecherous clergymen, who knelt before Olivia and took turns to probe the tight pink pucker of her anus with tongue and finger until it began to slightly dilate. When John saw that his daughter’s sphincter was starting to slowly relax, he gradually inserted two stiff fingers into her rectum and piston-ed them into her forcefully until she began to open up even more.

“I’m ready now, Daddy!” wailed the highly-aroused 6-year-old as her father increased the tempo of his thrusting fingers. “Fuck my bottom with your big hard cock, Daddy, please! Bugger me as hard as you can!”

“Try and keep nice and relaxed then, Livvy,” grunted John as he withdrew his sticky fingers from the tight embrace of her anus.

He butted his bloated, pre-cum weeping cock head against the partly open sphincter and waited until the 6-year-old was able to relax the tight muscle a little before carefully pushing into her hot hole. He gazed lovingly at his daughter as he drove his thick shaft halfway into the velvety grip of her rectum, noting how her eyelids fluttered and trembled as she felt her anus stretched to the limit of its elasticity – and then stretched a little further.

“Shall we see if you can take another inch or two, Livvy?” suggested John, having already determined that he was going to penetrate his daughter’s bottom more deeply than he usually did.

“I want all of you inside me, Daddy!” begged the enraptured 6-year-old.

“Dirty little slut!” replied John fondly, forcing his engorged tool almost up to the hilt into the little girl’s bowels.

For a few moments Olivia’s lovely face grimaced with pain, but as her overstretched sphincter gradually accommodated itself to her father’s distended cock her features softened and she smiled up at him adoringly.

“Isn’t your daddy good to you, Livvy?” remarked Cheryl as she slid a finger into her daughter’s moistening slit.

The 6-year-old’s smile deepened and she sighed ecstatically as her father partially withdrew his cock before plunging it back into her bowels and proceeding to fuck her with long smooth strokes. John certainly considered that he was being good to his daughter – he had always believed that a loving father should enjoy a vigorous sex life with his children. Any unprejudiced person looking at, and listening to, Olivia being fucked could hardly maintain that she was being abused, so evident was her sexual euphoria as John piston-ed his swollen shaft into her bottom.
“Take over from me, will you, Giles?” said John after a while. “I’m close to cumming and I want to hold on for as long as I can.”

Giles rubbed pre-cum over his knob head with his thumb as John pulled out of Olivia’s bottom, noting how the 6-year-old’s cummy anus remained partially dilated.

“Try and open up a little more for me, Livvy,” he said, thrusting into her sticky hole.

“That’s the way, my darling little ass-slut!”

Sodomizing a 6-year-old little girl was even more of a passionately erotic experience than Giles could ever have imagined. The look of intense arousal on Olivia’s face as he pumped into her bottom was one he was never to forget. Although her parents had assured him that she loved being fucked hard, he had considered that assertion to be somewhat questionable – until he saw the ardent gratitude in her eyes as he skewered her sweet little ass, and heard her blissful moans.

For a good fifteen minutes John and Giles took turns to thoroughly ass-fuck Olivia, until it seemed to the 6-year-old that her belly and bowels had dissolved into a center of pure sexual pleasure, aided by the stabbing of her mother’s finger into her puffy twat.

“I can’t hold on any longer!” exclaimed John after pumping for the third time into his daughter’s bum.

Olivia screamed in delight as she felt her father’s hot semen squirting deep inside her bottom – her screams intensifying shortly afterwards as Giles unloaded his balls into her at the same time as Cheryl’s thrusting finger brought her to a shattering climax.

The bishop’s hand roamed all over Sophie’s body as he watched Olivia being sodomized, the excited 5-year-old rubbing herself sensually against him as he explored between her legs. When he peeled the little girl’s puffy labia apart and cautiously inserted a finger into her immature vagina, she let out a startled cry of pure joy and looked at him with a look of sheer happiness on her sweet face.

“Are you sure, Edward, that you can wait three weeks before fucking my slutty little girl?” asked Giles, pulling his slimy cock from Olivia’s cummy asshole.

“It will be difficult, certainly!” replied the bishop, working his finger into the 5-year-old’s hot, moist hole.

“I think you’d better lick up all that lovely semen dribbling out of Olivia’s bottom hole, Sophie,” he added, “before I’m compelled to do something which I may regret.”

Sophie obediently scrambled down from the bishop’s knee and sat in front of her young friend, immediately beginning to noisily lap up the creamy sperm oozing from Olivia’s reddened anus. Ruth vigorously fingered her hot sticky pussy as she watched her little girl greedily licking up the thick clots of spunk which Olivia was now forcefully squeezing from her hole – and then saw that her father was purposely pulling his erect cock from his zipper.

“I’ve waited a long time for this, darling,” said the bishop, moving over to his daughter and gently pulling her glistening fingers from her lust-swollen cunt.

“Take me, Daddy!” moaned Ruth, opening her legs wide and letting out a scream of delirious rapture as the bishop drove his pulsing shaft deep into her luscious twat.
Sophie, having sucked the final glob of cum from Olivia’s arsehole, waited patiently while the bishop relentlessly speared his tumescent cock into his screaming daughter. As soon as the lovers’ frantic coupling had reached its noisily orgasmic conclusion, the 5-year-old dashed between Ruth’s legs and pressed her face firmly into her mother’s juicy gash, slurping at it gluttonously.

John couldn’t help but look forward to the day when he would be able to use the horny 5-year-old’s immature holes as they were clearly designed to be used. In the meantime, his own little slut was always eager to be pleasured – and Bill had also informed him that his daughter and her little girl were due on a visit shortly. The gardener had also told him that Joanna, his daughter, had willingly accepted that it would be unrealistic to allow her 3-year-old, Maisie, to retain her virginity any longer.

“It could be that Maisie is a little young to fuck,” Bill had said to him, “but that can’t be helped – she’s such a hot little slut that I can’t keep my hands off her any longer. Joanna’s not too keen on anyone else pleasuring her little darling’s holes but I can assure you, Reverend, that you have my full permission to use little Maisie as your whore. If Joanna gives you any lip about it, give her the back of your hand – I expect a slut of mine to be submissive, daughter or not!”

 

xxxxx

The Reverend John Bastable walked down the nave of the church as the early-morning sunshine filtered in through the stained-glass windows. He often took the opportunity to enjoy the hushed peace of the ancient building before the morning service – it was the perfect time to think through any little problems or difficulties in his life. On that particular morning he had nothing exceptionally troublesome on his mind – rather he had something to look forward to, something which sent a thrill of anticipation racing through his body every time he thought about it. Today was the day that the 5-year-old daughter of his friend, the Reverend Giles Wentworth, was going to have her virginity taken.

John could feel his cock stir as he imagined watching the bishop, Sophie’s grandfather, sinking his throbbing tool into the little girl’s delectable quin and then her father taking his pleasure from her lovely little bottom. Afterwards he and Bill intended to use the 5-year-old’s holes in their turn, something they had excitedly discussed over the previous few weeks. The gardener had also told him that his daughter and her 3-year-old, Maisie, were expected on a visit, news which he had impatiently anticipated.

He was usually the sole occupant of the church at this early hour and so was quite surprised to see a young woman in the transept who appeared to be waiting for him – a young woman with a small child by her side. As he drew closer he realized that she was heavily pregnant and that the little girl with her was the one whose photo he had seen in the gardener’s cottage.

“It’s Joanna Rogers, isn’t it?” asked John, smiling at the blonde-haired woman as he held out his hand to her.

“Yes, Reverend,” replied Joanna, returning his smile as she took his hand. “Dad told me that I would probably find you here.”

She was dressed in a long, flowing skirt and a short pink top which revealed several inches of her bare, swollen belly.

“I’m eight months gone,” she added, noting the direction of John’s gaze. “Dad will soon have another little girl to pleasure!”

“I’m sure he’ll take full advantage of that opportunity – he’d be a fool not to. I do know that he adores molesting little Maisie here – he told me that she was a sexy little slut, which seems a pretty fair description to me!”

“Dad had her clothes off as soon as we arrived last night,” Joanna said, looking fondly down at the 3-year-old. “You should have heard her squealing when he managed to get two fingers into her sweet little bottom – I’m surprised you didn’t hear her down at the rectory!”

“Can she take two fingers in her pussy yet?”

“With a little persistence and plenty of lube, yes.”

“You are aware that your father has given me permission to use Maisie as my whore?”

“Yes, but I’m not sure – I mean … ” murmured Joanna falteringly.

“Any doubts you may have are of little importance,” said John sternly. “You must learn to do what you’re told if you wish to please me – you do wish to please me, don’t you, Joanna?”

“Yes, of course. Dad’s taught me that it’s a slut’s duty to please – but Maisie is only a baby!”

“The younger the child, the sweeter the fuck!” laughed John. “You must accept that my clergymen associates and I are going to make little Maisie our babywhore – accept the fact and be proud of it.”

“I must sit down,” said Joanna, sinking down onto the front pew. “My back aches so.”

“Come and give me a big kiss, Maisie,” said John, lifting the 3-year-old on to his knee as he sat by Joanna’s side.

He pressed his lips firmly against the little girl’s, thrusting his tongue into her warm moist mouth as she squirmed in the tight grasp of his arms. Soon she was lying quiet in his embrace, moaning appreciatively as he continued to probe her mouth, his hands now relaxing their grip and exploring her small firm body through the thin material of her sundress.

“It makes me so wet to watch you kissing Maisie like that,” said Joanna happily.

“Show me,” demanded John curtly.

Without demur Joanna lifted her sandalled feet onto the bench, setting them down widely so that when she lifted her long flowered skirt over her knees, John saw that she had no underwear on.

“Dad says that there’s not much point me wearing knickers when he’s around – he wants to get at my pussy as quickly as possible!”

“I can see why. Yours is a very pretty pussy indeed – and so invitingly wet!”

“We can’t do it here in the church, surely?” said Joanna uneasily as John squatted before her, pulling out his erection from his open fly.

“We’ll do it where I choose!” stated John firmly, underlining the force of his words by slapping the inside of the young blonde’s right thigh as hard as he could.

“Yes, of course – I’m sorry,” whimpered Joanna obediently, looking at the parson with new respect even as her eyes filled with tears.

Maisie clambered down from the bench and looked on with absorbed interest as John speared his swollen member into her mother’s juicy cunt and proceeded to fuck her with a frenzied urgency which soon had him spurting his hot seed deep inside her.

“Come here, child,” ordered John, curling his hand round the back of the 3-year-old’s head and roughly pushing her face into Joanna’s mushy quim. “Clean up your mother’s messy twat – and don’t make so much noise about it.”

Maisie’s startled cry as her nose and mouth were thrust into her mother’s hot, swollen cunt was soon followed by appreciative moans of pleasure as her little tongue began to lap at the tasty mixture of semen and pussy juice leaking from Joanna’s gaping hole.

“Dirty little slut!” whispered John into the 3-year-old’s ear. “Horny little babywhore! I know you’re just gagging to have my thick cock stretching your tight little holes, aren’t you, Maisie?”

The 3-year-old raised her sticky face and smiled at John as she carefully licked gobs of cum from her coral-pink lips.

“Dad says that once you’ve all got stuck into little Sophie, it’ll be Maisie’s turn to be pleasured,” said Joanna, peering at her little daughter over her distended belly. “Mum and I have been putting in a lot of work on her little holes, so I suppose she’s just about ready to be fucked – if you insist … ”

“I do insist – and, more to the point, so does your father – as you well know.”

“Dad reckons that you shouldn’t have waited until your little girl was 5 before getting your cock into her … ”

“I’m sure he’s right,” agreed John. “I can remember longing to fuck Olivia when she was a 3-year-old and having to force myself to keep my hands of her for a couple of years. I was such an innocent in those days! There’s going to be no such restraint as far as Maisie is concerned – I know that the sexy little bitch is longing to have hard cock rammed into her sweet baby holes!”

xxxxx

“I must say that Sophie looks the perfect little slut today, Ruth – very well done, indeed!”

“Thank you, Daddy – I made a particular effort as this is a special day for my baby girl.”

Ruth looked on proudly as the scantily-dressed 5-year-old paraded herself in the living room of the rectory. Sophie’s ‘juicy slut’ top and ultra-short skirt left little to the imagination and a hint of lipstick and eye shadow enhanced the loveliness of her face.
Also in the room were Sophie’s father, John and Cheryl with 6-year-old Olivia – and Bill and Sonia with their daughter Joanna and her 3-year-old, Maisie. Olivia knew that the almost palpable feeling of sexual longing around her was concentrated on her friend but felt no resentment – experience told her that before the day was over she would get her fair share of hard cock.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” said the bishop, his voice rising as he sought to quell the excited ripple of conversation. “We are here today to participate in the taking of the virginity of my 5-year-old granddaughter, Sophie.”

“We’re not in church now, Daddy,” laughed Ruth.

“Nevertheless, I do believe that there is a sacred aspect to what we are about to do. It seems incontrovertible to me that God designed little girls like Sophie for the sexual pleasure of those in authority over them. To expect those of here today to refrain from having sex with Sophie either because of our family relationship or because of her tender years is to expect too much … ”

“Hear! hear!” interjected Bill. “Let’s get stuck into the sexy little whore and fuck her till she howls!”

“I understand your sentiments, Bill,” said Edward, holding up his hand authoritatively to subdue the sounds of approval that greeted the gardener’s words. “However, although Ruth and Giles have put in sterling work on Sophie’s holes over the past few weeks they will still need fingering for a while before she’s ready to be fucked.”

“I’ll make a start on that, shall I?” asked Cheryl, eagerly beckoning the 5-year-old to her.

“I’d be obliged if you could concentrate on her pussy – I’m going to fuck her there first before Giles sodomizes her.”

“And then Reverend John and I can get stuck into the sweet bitch!” insisted the gardener.

“As you say, Bill. I expect that the ladies will also want to make full use of Sophie’s holes – I’m sure she’ll find fingers and tongues an acceptable alternative to the erect penis.”

“If not, there’s always this!” suggested Ruth, pulling a red plastic vibrator from her handbag.

Cheryl stripped the 5-year-old with brisk efficiency and sucked wetly on her forefinger before sliding it into the little girl’s warm moist slit. As soon as Sophie felt the sticky finger probing her immature vagina she automatically opened her legs wide, her eyes sparkling with delight as a second finger joined the first. To Cheryl it was great honor to be allowed to open up the 5-year-old’s cunt hole in preparation for the taking of her virginity – she was firmly of the opinion that Sophie was blessed to have parents who understood that even very small children deserve to have a sexually fulfilling life.

“There’s an abundance of lubrication, gentlemen, for your use,” said Edward as he undressed. “I would be grateful if you applied generous amounts of it to your erect members before introducing them to Sophie’s holes – they will no doubt still be exquisitely tight even after the enthusiastic fingering they are being given!”

Ruth had by now moved across to sit by Cheryl and was avidly thrusting a saliva-smeared finger into her young daughter’s anus to prepare it for the insertion of her husband’s erection. She fully agreed with the bishop in his oft-repeated assertion that little girls should be encouraged to be sexually active, particularly those who, like Sophie, responded enthusiastically to such encouragement.

Sophie remembered how weepy she had been the first time that her parents had probed her virginal holes – tears were also welling from her half-closed eyes now but they were tears of joy, the process of having her anus and vagina slowly opened up having become an exquisite pleasure to her. When she finally opened her tear-blurred eyes she saw that the four men in the room were now naked – and that all of them had full erections and were looking at her with unconcealed lust.

Edward knelt before his little granddaughter and smiled approvingly as she lifted her legs high and wide for him, Cheryl and Ruth having already removed their fingers from the 5-year-old’s partially loosened holes.

“You’re such a horny little whore, aren’t you, Sophie?” he murmured, spreading her plump labia apart to reveal her sweet little opening.

“Yes, Grandad!” agreed the 5-year-old with a giggle. “Mummy says that I should be proud to be your whore.”

“And are you, child?”

Sophie nodded enthusiastically and moaned with satisfaction as Edward leant over her and slid his tongue into her mouth. As she closed her eyes to concentrate on the pleasure of the bishop’s passionate kiss, she became aware of warm bodies closing around her and hands groping all over her naked body.

“Such a lovely little slut!” grunted Bill as he roughly speared two stiff fingers into the 5-year-old’s rectum.

Sophie’s stifled yell became sharper as Edward removed his tongue from her mouth but she quickly gave the gardener a look of such sweetness that it encouraged him to dig deeper into the hot clutch of her bowels.

“Thank you, Bill,” said the bishop, somewhat dismissively. “I’m sure that my son-in-law appreciates your efforts to open up Sophie’s arsehole but it’s her darling baby pussy I want to focus on for the moment.”

“She’s all yours, sir,” replied the gardener, pulling his sticky fingers from the 5-year-old’s anus and sucking on them appreciatively.

Sophie’s hot little body tensed when she felt the swollen head of her grandfather’s cock slipping between her puffy labia and probing her moist slut hole. She lifted her head and looked between her open thighs as the bishop’s thick shaft slowly sank into the silky tightness of her vagina. There was both wonder and consternation on her pretty face – it seemed almost impossible that the thickly-veined phallus could fit inside her and yet she so badly wanted to feel the hot throbbing meat pumping into her baby cunt.

“I think that’s enough for now,” grunted Edward, having with difficulty managed to insert about half the length of his pulsing cock into the 5-year-old’s pussy.

“I want all of you inside me, Grandad!” complained Sophie tearfully.

“It will really hurt if I stretch your cunt any more,” warned the bishop.

“That’s hardly relevant, is it, Dad?” insisted Ruth urgently. “It’s Sophie’s first time and it’s important that you penetrate her fully – if that means hurting her then so be it!”

“You’re right of course, darling. Keep a tight grip on the little slut then, Cheryl – there’s going to be no holding back from now on.”

Sophie’s eyes widened as her grandfather’s turgid prick plowed into her quivering little cunt until his heavy balls slapped against her bottom. When he began to fuck her with full strokes, slowly at first and then with increasing speed, she cried out in amazed elation. She had loved having her pussy thoroughly fingered but that pleasure paled against the sheer bliss of being hard fucked. Her naked little body shook violently as Edward pounded her baby cunt without mercy and her insistent wails rang around the room, rising in intensity when she felt hot spurts of semen filling up her trembling belly.

“My sweet little fuck bitch!” murmured the bishop as he kissed the 5-year-old’s flushed brow.

“What do you say, darling?” prompted Ruth as her daughter gave Edward a grateful smile.

“Thank you for fucking my slutty little cunt, Grandad!” responded Sophie, the note of genuine gratitude in her voice clearly evident.

“You’re welcome, child,” said Edward with a smile as his softening cock slid from the 5-year-old’s sticky slit.

Sophie’s eyes brightened when the bishop made way for her father and she pulled apart her bum cheeks in gleeful anticipation of what was to come.

“Dirty little whore!” said Giles lovingly, pushing his knob end into Sophie’s slightly-dilated anus.

“Fuck my bum, Daddy, please!” urged the excited 5-year-old. “Fuck it really, really hard!”

“If you insist, sweetie – here goes!”

Sophie’s excited enthusiasm began to abate somewhat when she felt her anus being stretched to an extent which pushed its elasticity to the limit and beyond. As her father’s turgid shaft slid slowly but relentlessly into her rectum she concentrated on relaxing her bottom as much as possible, her sphincter eventually giving sufficiently to allow the thrusting cock easier access.

“Good little girl!” praised Giles as he began to deliberately but insistently piston his tool into the 5-year-old’s hot bowels.

“Give it her good and hard!” urged Ruth. “The little slut’s been really asking for it these last few days.”

“Hasn’t she just! All that bottom wiggling was designed to get me going, wasn’t it, Sophie – it certainly succeeded!”

Giles began to pick up the pace of his thrusting, causing the 5-year-old to let out a variety of moans, whimpers and wails which increased in volume as her father’s loud grunts indicated that he was rapidly approaching his orgasm.

“You darling little whore!” he gasped breathlessly, spasmodically unloading his balls into Sophie’s hot, velvety bowels.

To be finally spurting his semen deep inside the naked, trembling body of his baby girl was even more of a profound sexual and emotional experience than he had imagined it could be. His only slight disappointment was that he hadn’t been able to bugger Sophie for longer before reaching his climax – so intense had been his excitement at taking her anal virginity. Never mind, he thought, there’ll be plenty of more opportunities to give her a nice long, slow arse fuck – he imagined, for instance, how wonderful it would be to strip Sophie the moment she arrived home from school and lovingly sodomize her.

“She’s all yours, Bill,” said Giles as he reluctantly withdrew his softening cock from the tight embrace of his daughter’s anus. “I reckon her little twat could take another hard fuck – Sophie would love that, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?”

Sophie gave him an enchanting smile which showed plainly that she did indeed desire to be fucked again. That smile was to prove revelatory for Giles – until then he hadn’t really believed that a 5-year-old girl could have urgent desires which could only be satisfied by vigorous sexual intercourse.

“Relax for old Bill, you sweet little slut,” said the gardener tenderly as he inserted his pulsing shaft halfway into Sophie’s sore cunt and began to eagerly thrust into her.

As a young man, Bill had suffered premature ejaculation problems but as he had grown older these had slowly disappeared and now he could fuck for prolonged periods before achieving a climax – as a highly delighted Sophie was now discovering.

“Don’t hog the little whore, Bill,” muttered John as he impatiently waited his turn.

“I’m almost there, sir!” grunted the gardener, pumping into the 5-year-old’s abused pussy with increasing force.

Sophie screamed rapturously when she felt Bill’s hot spunk squirting into her quivering little cunt. Nothing in her young life had prepared the 5-year-old for the sheer ecstasy of having her exquisitely tight holes repeatedly fucked. She could feel her father’s semen trickling from her bum hole as John plugged the dilated orifice with his bloated cock head and eased into the sticky heat of her rectum.

“I thought Olivia was a wanton little whore,” said John as he began to forcibly sodomize Sophie, “but you’re more than a match for her!”

His urgent cock squelched repeatedly into the 5-year-old’s cum-filled rectum as she looked up at him with an expression of dreamy rapture on her pretty face. With every stroke he sank ever deeper into the hot, gummy stickiness of her bowels, each lancing thrust bringing a sharp ecstatic yelp to her soft rosy lips.

In a corner of the room, Joanna had watched with increasing excitement and agitation as Sophie’s baby holes were vigorously fucked. She had known and accepted for a while that her father intended to penetrate little Maisie but had resisted his attempts to persuade her that the 3-year-old should be given to his clergymen friends to be used as their whore. That resistance had rapidly faded away when she saw how joyfully Sophie had taken hard cock in her pussy and bottom. She saw that the bishop was looking at Maisie with a passionate hunger in his eyes and quickly undressed the little girl with trembling hands.

“Please, take my baby – use her – please!” muttered Joanna incoherently, opening the 3-year-old’s legs and exposing her exquisitely tight holes to the lecherous gaze of the bishop.

Edward stroked his softening cock back to full erection and strode determinedly over to Joanna and Maisie.

xxxxx

3-year-old Maisie struggled in her mother’s arms as the bishop approached her, his huge erection thrusting from between his hairy thighs. She had watched in childish amazement as he had pumped his throbbing shaft deep into Sophie’s baby cunt and wasn’t about to let him do the same to her without a fight.

“Don’t be a silly little girl,” chided Edward as he gestured to Joanna to hold the 3-year-old’s legs wide open. “We all know that you’re a horny little slut so there’s no point pretending you don’t want my cock in your holes – you’re gagging for it really, aren’t you, sweet child?”

Maisie squirmed violently against her mother’s constraining grip and burst into tears when the bishop slapped his distended cock against her face.

“A little discipline would be appropriate here,” suggested Edward peremptorily. “Maisie must learn to smile when she’s being used – perhaps you could try and persuade her of that, Bill?”

“With pleasure, Bishop!”

Bill scooped the weeping 3-year-old from her mother’s lap and stood her on the carpet, holding the little girl’s arms above her head as he briskly spanked her plump little bottom. He firmly believed that it was right and proper to subject children to any corrective treatment that persuaded them to willingly allow themselves to be sexually used. There was nothing vindictive in the sharp slaps that he applied to his little granddaughter’s bum – he simply believed that Maisie had to understand that she was going to be regularly molested from now on and there was no point in making a fuss about it.

“Give her back to me, Dad,” urged Joanna when Bill had reddened the 3-year-old’s bottom. “I’m sure she’s learned her lesson now – haven’t you, precious?”
Maisie merely whimpered softly but she allowed her mother to open her legs without a struggle and gave a sigh of reluctant consent when the bishop prodded the bloated head of his cock against her plump mound.

“That’s more like it!” said Edward approvingly. “Don’t tense up, Maisie, darling – just relax and I promise you’ll enjoy your first fuck, though probably not as much as I’m going to enjoy it!”

“Please be careful!” cautioned Joanna as the bishop nudged his cockh ead between the 3-year-old’s puffy labia and slid it into the hot tightness of her immature vagina. “I don’t think that Maisie can take all of you inside her – she’s only a baby!”

“What you think is of little importance, woman!” said the bishop sternly. “You invited me to use Maisie and I intend to do just that, in whatever way I choose. Whether I fully penetrate or not is a decision for me alone – do you understand?”

“Yes, of course – I’m sorry,” said Joanna with a sniffle. “You’re quite right – fuck my baby as deeply as you want to, Edward.”

For the moment Joanna’s maternal concern had overcome her long-standing desire to see Maisie’s baby holes stuffed with throbbing cock meat but now that desire returned with a vengeance and she groaned with aching lust as the 3-year-old’s tender vagina was increasingly stretched around the bishop’s urgent cock.

“That’s it, my sweet little whore!” said Edward appreciatively as he insistently jabbed his rock-hard shaft into the silken clutch of Maisie’s tiny cunt. “Lie back and enjoy it – Like the darling little slut you are!”

To say that the 3-year-old was positively enjoying being fucked would be overstating the case but she certainly had relaxed when the bishop’s pre-cum smeared glans had eased into her hot hole – even her mother’s thrusting fingers hadn’t felt as pleasurable. The pleasure had increased as the pulsing shaft had slowly penetrated her – but so had the pain. It was difficult for the onlookers to determine which of those sensations predominated with her – as it was for the child herself.

The bishop himself was almost delirious with delight – experienced pedophile though he was, he had never before had the opportunity of impaling a lovely 3-year-old like Maisie on his throbbing shaft. Everything about the sexual act with such a young child was thrilling to him – the exquisite tightness of her virgin cunt, the shocked surprise in her widening eyes as he pushed further into her, the way that her little tummy began to bulge outwards slightly as his pulsing shaft slowly slid into the hot moistness of her baby vagina.

“Oh, my God, that’s so beautiful!” muttered Joanna as she stroked the 3-year-old’s lower belly and felt the hardness of the bishop’s cock beneath her fingers.

That opinion was one that was shared by everyone in the room. All of them genuinely believed that it was morally right for the bishop to have sexual intercourse with Maisie – that it would have been remiss of him not to have done so.

“This is a truly holy moment,” said John reverently and there was a murmur of agreement and approval from the onlookers.

“Give the little slut another inch, Bishop,” urged Joanna. “She can take it!”

Edward wasn’t at all sure about that but nevertheless forced himself deeper into the 3-year-old’s hot cunt until he had about five inches in her. Maisie’s pretty face was flushed and perspiring – a loud groan escaped from her lips as the base of the bishop’s thrusting cock stretched her tiny hole to its limit.

“What a truly blessed sight,” pronounced Giles as he gazed in wonderment at the 3-year-old’s protuberant tummy.

The bishop gave Maisie a few moments to recover before starting to fuck her with slow steady strokes. Her eyes filled with tears but otherwise she showed no signs of distress – indeed Edward felt the elastic walls of the 3-year-old’s cunt relax slightly as he picked up the pace and began to drive into her relentlessly.

“That’s a good little slut!” he gasped, sensing that Maisie was beginning to enjoy the experience of being fucked, rather than merely enduring it.

Indeed the noises now escaping from the 3-year-old’s pretty lips were undeniably euphoric in their nature and her tiny naked body positively trembled with desire as her little belly bulged at each thrust of the bishop’s engorged prick.

When Edward finally climaxed, after a few minutes of vigorous fucking which had Maisie squealing with delight, his orgasm was of a profound intensity such as he had never achieved before. He pumped his full cum load into the 3-year-old’s immature womb and then gestured to Bill as he withdrew his sticky tool from the tight grip of the little girl’s twat.

“It’s your turn to get stuck into Maisie now, Bill. Once you’re inside the little whore, I’d like you to lift her up so that John can give her sweet bottom a good reaming.”
Once the gardener had almost fully inserted his rock-hard erection into his granddaughter’s cummy twat, he hugged her to his chest and lifted her of Joanna’s lap.

“Grease her bum hole up, Jo,” he instructed tersely. “The more lube you use, the better, I would imagine – it looks like the Reverend John is going to have quite a struggle getting his cock up there.”

As he said this, Bill was exploring the 3-year-old’s anus with his fingertip. He had managed to force two fingers into her rectum on the previous evening with some difficulty but even so John’s turgid shaft looked as though it would be a very tight fit indeed in Maisie’s bottom.

Joanna diligently applied lubrication to John’s erection and to her little daughter’s anus, carefully guiding them together when she had finished. She knew that anal intercourse would cause Maisie a good deal of pain but wasn’t about to let that spoil her pleasure in watching the 3-year-old being double-fucked.

“You want this so much, don’t you, you sweet little cunt?” said the Reverend John hoarsely as he roughly forced his bloated cock into Maisie’s hot bowels.

“Of course she does!” said Bill. “Maisie’s a dirty slut, just like her mother – give it her good and hard, Reverend!”

John didn’t set out to hurt the 3-year-old – it was simply that his sexual needs had priority over any other considerations. Nevertheless, he was surprised to discover that hearing Maisie’s high-pitched yells as he stabbed into her rectum definitely increased the intensity of his pleasure. Her cries seemed to have a similar effect on everyone else – shouts of animated encouragement rang around the room as he continued to stab into the little girl’s lovely bottom.

“The little whore can take more than that, Reverend!” insisted Bill, desperate to see Maisie given a thorough buggering.

Here was a man who doted on his little granddaughter – and yet was urging that she be forcibly sodomized! In fact, there was no paradox here. Bill was sure that, after her initial distress, Maisie would soon come to enjoy all forms of penetrative sex – he genuinely believed that it was the duty of himself and Joanna to encourage the 3-year-old to discover her sexuality and to delight in it.

John pulled his bloated cock a few inches from Maisie’s tightly-stretched sphincter and then rammed it back in again and began to sodomize her with an almost ferocious intensity. The 3-year-old wailed piteously, her cries becoming even more anguished when Bill started to vigorously cunt-fuck her.

“Hush, darling, hush!” said Joanna soothingly as her daughter’s complaints continued.

“Just relax and enjoy it – not many little girls of your age are lucky enough to have their cunt and bottom pleasured at the same time!”

Joanna had always truly thought that children of both sexes should be introduced to penetrative sex at as early an age as possible – and her 3-year-old’s harrowing cries did nothing to change that view. Indeed, Maisie’s suffering seemed to be abating now – her yells of pain had slowly dwindled into persistent whimpers, which in turn had been transformed into moans which appeared to be the result of pleasure as much as pain.

The searing hurt in Maisie’s belly and bottom which had developed as the two throbbing cocks piston-ed into her trembling body gradually eased into a kind of aching glow which became delightful to the 3-year-old – a delight which deepened markedly when she felt hot jets of sperm filling up her ravaged holes.

“Let me at the little beauty!” cried Giles urgently as Joanna gathered her little daughter into her arms.

He forced the bloated head of his cock between the 3-year-old’s lips and kept on pushing until he felt it hit the back of her throat.

“I’ve just got to fuck your sweet mouth, Maisie, darling! You want it too, don’t you, you delicious little whore?”

The question was purely rhetorical, the 3-year-old being in no position to respond, but Giles acted as though she had answered him in the affirmative, fucking into her warm moist mouth with passionate thrusts.

“Don’t struggle, child!” chided Joanna, in a firm but gentle tone. “Giles is doing you a great honor by putting his penis in your mouth, you silly little girl!”

She held Maisie’s head firmly as Giles continued to fuck into the 3-year-old’s soft throat, to the accompaniment of deliciously wet gurgling sounds.

“You love it, you dirty little slut – you love it so much!”

“Watch out – she’s going to puke!” warned Joanna.

Giles reluctantly pulled his cock from the red-faced Maisie’s mouth and waited for her to cough up a small amount of vomit before resuming his energetic throat-fuck. Several more jabbing strokes had the 3-year-old retching again and this time she spewed copiously down her bare chest.

“Is that the lot, sweetie?” remarked Joanna unconcernedly as she nodded to Giles to continue.

Maisie’s eyes were streaming with tears now but although Giles felt solicitude towards her he had no intention of holding back. Fucking the 3-year-old’s mouth was proving to be one of the erotic highlights of his life and his concern for her wasn’t going to stop him bringing the experience to a satisfactory climax.

That climax arrived in a surging rush after a few more minutes of brisk throat-fucking.

Maisie’s mouth quickly filled with hot semen and as she choked on the glutinous fluid she instinctively gulped it down noisily.

“That’s a good little cum slut!” said Bill approvingly. “Keep it up and one day you’ll be as big a whore as your mother!”

Joanna smiled warmly at her father on receiving this compliment and then French kissed little Maisie passionately, sucking wetly on the 3-year-old’s semen-coated tongue.

“Can I have some of that please?” asked Sonia eagerly, to the accompaniment of similar sentiments from Ruth and Cheryl.

“Here you are, Mum,” said Joanna, willingly handing Maisie over to her.

If the tearful 3-year-old thought that she would receive more compassionate treatment from her grandmother, she was soon to be undeceived. It was true that she enjoyed feeling Sonia’s tongue exploring her mouth while a finger probed deeply into her hot, sticky twat – but when Cheryl and Ruth each jammed a thumb into her sore anus and began to forcibly stretch it open, she cried out in distress.

“Let’s have less of the tears, Maisie,” commanded Joanna warningly. “A horny little bitch like you should always welcome having her bottom opened up.”

She noticed a large wooden crucifix on the wall and took it down, handing it to Ruth.

“Try that for size – it should give the little whore something to cry about!”
Ruth unhesitatingly slid the longest arm of the crucifix deep into the 3-year-old’s cum-oozing anus and laughed delightedly when the little tot howled in protest.

“You don’t fool me, Maisie! You want more, don’t you – you want as much as I can give you!”

She rammed the crucifix as deeply as she could into Maisie’s bowels and began to sodomize the wailing little girl with a torrid intensity. This was so beautiful, she thought – and undoubtedly a moral act. What a terrible waste it would be not to sexually use a darling little girl like Maisie in every possible way!

“I need something for the little sweet heart’s cunt,” observed Cheryl, turning towards Sonia.

“What about one of these,” said the gardener’s wife, gesturing to a number of small plaster figures on a shelf by her side.

“Perfect,” agreed Cheryl, accepting a statuette of the Virgin Mary from Sonia.
She inserted the head of the statuette into Maisie’s sticky vaginal entrance and firmly pushed it in as far as it would go. The 3-year-old let out a howl of protest and continued to wail as Cheryl repeatedly fucked the statuette into her cum-filled pussy.

“You’re such a little tease!” said Ruth as she repeatedly rammed the crucifix into the tight grip of Maisie’s rectum. “We all know that you love having your sweet little baby holes fucked – you’re not fooling anybody with those tears!”

“Where’s my slut daughter got to?” asked Bill, noting her absence.

“Here I am, Daddy!”

Joanna had left the room unnoticed to visit the bathroom – but her reappearance did not go unobserved. Naked but for a strap-on dildo she walked blushingly up to Cheryl and smiled diffidently at her.

“When you’ve finished with Maisie, I rather thought I’d like to cunt-fuck her with this beauty.”

Joanna gripped the thick shaft of the dildo and presented its bulbous tip to the 3-year-old’s cunt hole as Cheryl withdrew the Virgin Mary figurine from the weeping little girl.

As everyone else was evidently intent on using Maisie as their whore, she wasn’t about to be left out!

“Go to it, girl!” urged Bill, slapping his daughter’s arse.

Further noisy encouragement followed as Joanna slid her strap-on into Maisie’s abused twat. There was something so gloriously obscene about watching the heavily-pregnant young woman cunt-fucking the crying 3-year-old that the onlookers found themselves cheering spontaneously.

“What a truly uplifting and spiritual sight!” remarked the bishop.

His words were meant sincerely. To him nothing could be more beautiful and natural than a mother having penetrative sex with her young daughter – a belief which was enthusiastically shared by everyone in the room.

Joanna grunted joyously as she piston-ed her strap-on into Maisie’s slippery twat. An intense erotic euphoria overcame her as she thrust the phallus deep into the 3-year-old – this was the most wonderfully exquisite pleasure she had ever experienced, or could ever hope to experience. Maisie’s screams and grimaces did nothing to change that feeling – the little slut would soon learn to enjoy being fucked!

“Don’t hog the sweet little whore, Joanna,” said John laughingly.

“Could you form an orderly queue, please?” commented Joanna with a smile as she reluctantly withdrew the cum-smeared strap-on from Maisie’s dilated vagina.

Ignoring the 3-year-old’s plaintive wails, John sank his engorged tool into her cummy twat and proceeded to fuck her with vigorous strokes. Behind him, Giles, Bill and Edward handled their cocks restlessly as they waited for their turn.

“My baby’s first gang bang!” moaned Joanna ecstatically.

“The first of many!” promised the bishop. “I hope you realize how lucky Maisie is.”

“She’s a very fortunate little girl indeed,” agreed Joanna readily. “I only wish that dad had started interfering with me when I was Maisie’s age.”

“Never mind, dear,” said Bill, looking at his daughter’s swollen belly. “I’ll be interfering with Maisie’s baby sister as soon as I can get my hands on her!”

“You won’t be the only one,” declared Edward. “I expect Joanna to allow everyone in this room to molest her new baby. That includes Sophie and Olivia – their little fingers will be very useful when the child’s holes are ready to be opened up.”

Joanna’s face glowed with an almost blissful satisfaction. “I would be honored if you would all use my baby in any way you choose – I know that you’ll treat her with love.”

“In the meantime we’ve got to try and satisfy this little whore,” said Giles, taking his place between Maisie’s open legs. “She’s such a horny little slut that I swear she could take hard cock all day and still beg for more!”

As if to confirm the accuracy of Giles’ statement, the 3-year-old opened her legs wider as his cock eased between her swollen labia and gave a moan which was undoubtedly one of pleasure.

“She’s such a hot little bitch!” said Bill approvingly as Giles speared his thick shaft into the moaning little girl.

“It’s my belief,” said the bishop, “that most 3-year-old girls would prove to be hot little bitches if only their parents brought them up in the correct way. Unfortunately, the current irrational prejudice against incest and pedophilia means that only a few lucky children are allowed to develop a fulfilling sex life.”

Ruth nodded in agreement. “If only those prejudiced against pedophilia could see Maisie now – I’m sure they would soon change their minds.”

At that moment the 3-year-old squealed with pure joy as Giles squirted his hot seed into her trembling belly. Her body ached all over but she craved for more hard cock pumping into her hot, wet cunt – for more scalding semen flooding into her immature womb.
Bill smiled at his granddaughter.

“Does Maisie want grandad to stick his big penis into her sticky little twat?”

“Of course she does, Dad,” said Joanna. “Get stuck into the little slut and fuck her till she squeals!”

“Can I borrow your strap-on, Joanna?” asked Cheryl urgently. “I badly need to fuck

Maisie once Bill and Edward have finished with her.”

“I’ll have it after Cheryl, if I may,” said Ruth. “It’s only right that we all get a chance to show Maisie how much we love her.”

“You really are a lucky little girl, aren’t you, Maisie?” said Bill as he drove his throbbing cock into her hot, swollen cunt. “A very lucky little girl indeed!”

THE END