It was one of those spur-of-the-moment decisions really. There was no way I could have afforded a proper holiday. I was still earning, but it was just enough to keep myself afloat, pay the bills, and keep the wolves from the door. There wasn't that much spare for the luxuries of life. It wasn't entirely my fault. I mean I was still writing, and my books were selling, but sales were down, a victim of the continuing global recession and financial crisis.

I spotted the advert in the window of the newsagents where I usually popped in to get some cigarettes. A little postcard with a small picture.

"To Let: Small caravan on well maintained site by the sea. All modern amenities. Rent by the month, week, of why not treat yourself to a weekend break?"

It then gave the name of a lady and a telephone number. I made a note of it, and gave her a call when I got home.

I told her that I just wanted a weekend away. I wasn't particularly bothered what date, as long as it was cheap. She advised me that the cheapest she could do was for the forthcoming weekend- No-one had booked it, and therefore she would rather let it out cheap to me for the weekend, then let it stand empty for no revenue. We agreed a price of £50, which I didn't think was bad at all. She gave me her address and I shot round there double quick. When I returned home, I had the keys to caravan 59 at Paradise Park, Highton-on-sea, and a written agreement that I could occupy it from midday this coming Friday, through to midnight on Sunday.

I was dead chuffed. Okay it wasn't a fortnight in the med, but the weather forecast said it would be warm and sunny for the weekend. I would be taking my laptop with me, in the hope that the change of scenery might fire up my creative juices, and maybe even sit on the beach and write, so I was really looking forward to it.

By the time Friday came around, I had packed up the things I needed into a case, together with my laptop, mobile phone, still and video digital cameras with spare memory cards, loaded everything into the car, punched the address into my sat-nav and set off.

My first impressions as I arrived at paradise park were favourable. Th place looked clean and well maintained, and as I drove slowly through the security barrier after showing the guard there my agreement, I noticed there was plenty of young, pre-teen flesh to feast my eyes upon, wandering around in tight swimsuits, skimpy bikinis, short summer dresses and tight little shorts. By the time I found number 69, I already had a raging hard on.

The caravan looked presentable from the outside, and when I got inside, I was pleasantly surprised. It was small, but big enough for my needs. A small bedroom, toilet and shower, together with a kitchenette containing a fridge, cooker and microwave. The lounge had a comfortable sofa which converted into a bed, a digital radio and even satellite television. I was also pleasantly surprised to find the whole site had wi-fi which everyone staying at the site could use for free. The caravan was also spotlessly clean, so all in all, I was looking forward to a pleasant weekend.

I got all my gear in, unpacked and had a coffee, before deciding to go and have a good look around the park to see what was on offer. For a small holiday park, it was very good. I passed a big play area for the kids with the usual swings, slides and roundabouts, located centrally in the middle of the park. There were a number of delightful little cutie's playing there, and I felt the familiar stirring in my shorts. There was also an open air swimming pool, club house offering "live entertainment every night of the week!", a small supermarket, chemist, newsagent, chips shop, Chinese takeaway, pizza place, amusement arcade and the site office-cum-reception, so it was pretty much as described in the advertisement. Again there were lots of cute little girls wandering around in various types of swimwear and summery clothing, not to mention boys in shorts. I made my way back to 69, once again via the playground to cop a view of the pre-teen eye candy on display there.

When I got back, there was a car parked outside the caravan next door which hadn't been there when I'd set out on my walkabout. Other than the fact it signified I had a new neighbour, I didn't take a great deal of notice. That was, until I saw who my neighbours actually were. Well I say neighbours in the plural, what I actually meant was NEIGHBOUR singular.

In fact, I HEARD her long before I actually saw her. A sweet girlie voice singing at the top of her lungs to a song on the oldies station coming form inside their caravan.

"Y... M... C... A... it's fun to stay at the... Y... M... C... A..."

As I got closer to my van, I saw her for the first time. She was in the small grassed space between my van and theirs, a vision of pre-teen beauty dressed in a neon pink bikini with yellow trim and a yellow sunflower adorning both the bikini top and the bottoms. Her long red hair was tied in a ponytail secured with a yellow scrunchy to match the sunflower.

She was doing a little dance routine to the Village people song.

"Young man!" she sang, as she pointed at me, dancing along.

I stopped to watch her. She couldn't have been no more than 9 at the most, but she had all the moves. When it came to the chorus, she did the actions with her arms, making the shapes of the letters.

"Y... M... C... A..."

I smiled at her and she beamed one back to me as she danced, so I decided to join in. I'd seen my nieces do this dance routine many times, often being roped in to join them, so I knew the routine. When the little beauty saw me joining in, she began to giggle like mad.

Eventually the song ended and the DJ introduced another tune which it seemed she wasn't that keen on.

"Hello!" she said with a little wave.

"Hello yourself !" I replied cheerily. "That was a good dance!"

"Yeah, I Like that one. And I like In the Navy as well!" she told me.

She was gorgeous. Very pretty with sparkling emerald green eyes which seemed full of wonder, innocence, and a hint of mischief. Her legs were shapely, and her little bikini bottoms, tied at the sides with little yellow string bows, fit her snugly, displaying the finest little camel toe I'd ever seen on a girl of that age.

"Sammy? Who you talking to?" I heard a man's voice coming from inside the caravan.

Suddenly a head appeared round the doorway. Oh shit, I thought to myself, I'm going to get into trouble with my next door neighbour already.

"Sorry..." I said apologetically, "my fault. I was watching her dancing and singing and well..."

"No problem!" he said with a smile as he dried a tumbler with a tea towel. "Trouble with not coming here too often is everything tends to get a layer of dust... god knows where from..." he added before putting the tumbler and the tea towel down onto the drainer located by the door and stepping out.

He headed over towards me with his hand stretched out.

"James Harcourt... Jim or Jimmy to my friends!" he smiled.

I took his offered hand and shook it.

"Carroll," I replied, "Carroll Lewis!"

"Unusual name?" he commented.

I decided to use one of my pen names rather than my real one, something I often did if there was a little girl (or boy) in the mix anywhere until I got to know them a bit better, although if I'd been a little more observant of him, and less distracted by the beautiful, sexy little redhead in the neon pink bikini, I might have spotted the flicker of recognition that flashed briefly across his face, but I wasn't and I didn't.

"Yeah..." I said with a laugh as if I got it all the time, "my parents liked the unusual!"

"Oh well, takes all sorts I suppose!"

The little girl gave a loud, exaggerated cough.

"Oh and this is my daughter Samantha..." he chuckled before lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, "only call her Sam or Sammy... she hats Samantha!"

"Oh right!" I said, giving the little girl a wink.

"And how old are you?"

"You're not meant to ask a lady her age!" Sam replied.

"Oi... don't be so bleeding cheeky!" her father admonished her. "She's 8..."

"Going on 18?" I suggested.

"Yeah!" Jim laughed. "I can see you have her sussed already. I think I'm gonna like you! Where you staying?"

I pointed to the little caravan next door.

"Oh!" he said with surprise. "Well welcome neighbour!"

"Fancy a drink later?" I suggested.

"Sounds good to me!" he replied. "Give us a knock about 8 and we can wander over the club together?"

"Will do!" I said. "See you later... and you gorgeous!" I said to little Sam with a wink.

The little girl winked back and blew me a kiss. I quickly made myself scarce before either father or daughter managed to spot the rapidly growing tent reappearing in my shorts.

Oh man, I thought to myself once I was safely back in my van, that is one hot little girl. My hard cock throbbed as I re-ran images of Sammy in that sexy neon pink swimsuit, and that marvellous little camel toe. I went into the bedroom and stretched out on the bed before slipping my shorts down and allowing my rock hard cock to spring out. As I imagined slowly peeling that bikini off Sam and licking her sweet little slit to bring her to an earth shattering orgasm, Mrs Palm and five her lovely daughters set to work.

What I didn't know was from outside, Sam was watching me through a tiny gap in the curtains as I brought myself to a hard climax, shooting cum high into the air before it landed on my belly. I then decided to have a shower as Sam crept quietly back to her own caravan.

"Do you really think it's him Daddy?" Sam asked.

"Yes darling I do. There can't be many people who use that name can there?"

"Suppose not..."

"And the way he was looking at you... he was undressing you with his eyes!"

Sam giggled.

"You think so?"

"I KNOW so!" he replied. "Now come over here..."

Sam came over to her Dad who was sitting on the sofa, putting her arms around his neck.

"I love you Daddy..." she told him.

"I love you too darling..." he said before they launched into a hard, long, and passionate French kiss as Jim's hand's slid slowly her soft back and onto her sexy little bum.

After I'd showered and eaten, at 8pm precisely, I tapped on the door of Jim's van. Jimmy opened the door and smiled widely.

"Mr Punctuality!" he laughed.

"That's me!" I smiled.

"Sam! You ready?" he called out.

"Just coming!" she shouted back before I heard the flush of the toilet.

When Samantha appeared into view, my eyes almost came out on stalks like some crazy cartoon character, and my cock hardened in an instant. Her beautiful red hair was now in bunches, tied with little white bobbles on each side, and she was wearing a clinging tight white mini-dress which barely covered her little round bum, which looked like it had been sprayed on. She'd also applied some light coloured lip gloss, rouge and eye-shadow. She looked and absolute paedo dream.

"Wow!" I unintentionally gasped out loud when I saw her. "You look superb!"

Sam giggled as she did a sexy little wiggle and then a twirl. I expected to see the line of her little knickers underneath, and was surprised when I didn't.

"Close your mouth..." she giggled again, "you'll catch flies like that!"

"Right then, let's go!" Jim said, fishing in his pocket for his keys.

He locked up and the three of us headed for the clubhouse with little Sam holding both of our hands and singing as she went.

The club was quite busy when we got there, with loud music playing and the flashing lights of a disco on a small stage at the front of a small dance floor surrounded by tables and chairs. It was similar to the clubs at holiday parks I'd enjoyed as a child, apart from the fact that it wasn't smoke filled since the smoking ban.

"What's your poison?" I said to Jim as we found an empty table.

"No it's okay... I'll get these in!" he insisted.

"Okay... lager please mate?"

"One lager coming up! Coke or lemonade?" he asked Sam.

"Lemonade... no... coke please Daddy!"

"Make up your mind!"

"Coke!" she decided. "And a bag of cheese and onion crisps please!"

"Yes your majesty!" he said with a comical bow before he headed to the bar.

"Can I sit on your lap?" Sam asked over the loud noise of the music.

"Course you can!" I said, happy to have this sexy little girl so close to me.

She climbed up and wiggled herself around to get comfy. My cock stirred immediately, and I hoped Samantha wouldn't notice it too much. She seemed to have a good knowledge of music as she sang along pretty much to every single song that was being played, sometimes clapping her hands and moving about doing hand movements. I had an arm around her and slowly moved it downwards so that it was on her bum. She never made mention of it or reacted in any way as I gently stroked and caressed it. I couldn't feel any knickers either.

As I spotted Jim making his way back with a tray of drinks, the introduction to YMCA started up.

"Yeah!" Sam squealed, jumping down from my lap. "Come on!" she said, grabbing my hand and pulling me to the dance floor with her.

I didn't mind dancing and doing it with her earlier when we were messing around, but I felt quite self-conscious doing it on the dance floor with Sam, and with others watching. However, there were a lot of adults, Mums and Dads up dancing with their kids too, and so no-one took a blind bit of notice of us.

There were a lot of kids in the club of both sexes and of all ages, but I didn't see one that matched the little red-headed girl in white that was dancing with me. When the song came to an end, we made our way back to our table where the nice cold drinks were awaiting us. Immediately we sat down, Sammy jumped back up on lap.

"I see she's got you at it!" Jim laughed.

"Patrick Swayze has nothing on me!" I said with a chuckle. "I can dance as dirty as the rest of them!"

I took a few swigs of my lager before announcing that I was outside f or a cigarette. I was stood outside for- few minutes when I heard a familiar little voice.

"Boo!" Sam said with a giggle as she came round the corner.

"Hello you. What are you doing out here?"

"I came to see you..." she said with a smile. "You shouldn't smoke you know, it's bad for you!"

"Yeah I know..." I replied glumly.

Once I'd finished my cigarette, Sam asked me to pick her up, which I did, once again my hands cupping her superb little bum as she hugged my neck and then surprised me by kissing me on the lips.

"That was nice!" I commented, before I set her back down and we went back inside.

The DJ played a few slow smoochy songs, and Sam insisted her Dad get up and dance with her, As they slowly rocked on the floor, even though it was quite dark, I noticed Sammy had her arms around Jim, but her hands seemed to be on his arse. When the second slow song came on, Jim picked his daughter up and she rested her head on his shoulder. It looked like his hands were now on her bum. While they danced though, it looked like they were having quite a discussion about something or other.

As the evening wore on, I had a few more dances with the delightful little Samantha, both fast and slow ones, and both Jim and I sank a considerable number of drinks, so much so that we were both slightly drunk by the end of the night. We weren't falling down drunk or anything like that, but we were both slightly unsteady on our feet, slurring our words a bit, cracking loud, silly jokes that we thought were all hilarious, all that sort of thing. They say that alcohol loosens the tongue, and that particular evening, we were both about to succumb to that big style.

We left the club around 11pm, both of us a little worse for wear with Sam in the middle, holding our hands again before she skipped off a little way ahead of us.

"That'ssshhh my little girl..." Jim slurred.

"She'ssshhh lovely..." I slurred back.

"She issshhh... and very shhexy..." Jim replied.

Even in my slightly drunken state, I thought that was a bit of an unusual thing for a father to say about his 8 year old daughter. I have to admit though, she was VERY sexy. Extremely pretty with a lovely little body, and the cutest bum, from what I had seen, and groped, at least.

As we neared our caravans, Jim said "Are you coming in? I got lotsssh of beerssshh in my fridge!"

"Doesssh a bear ssshhitt in the woodssshhh?" I replied with a giggle.

"I dunno!" Jim said just as giggly with a shrug of the shoulders and raising his hands up.

Of course, in my drunken state, I though his response was hilarious as he struggled to get his key into the lock of the caravan door.

"Let me do it... or we'll be here all night!" Sammy told her father as she took the key from him and unlocked it at the first attempt.

Jim and I stumbled through the door after Sam before she locked it behind us and the pair of us slumped onto the sofa.

"Beer?" Jim asked.

"I think a coffee might be better for ussshhh?"

Sam was one step ahead and had already filled the kettle and put it on. Jim started to sing.

"Sammy put the kettle on... Sammy put the kettle on..."

He then began to giggle like a little kid.

"Daddy!" Sam said with a hint of exasperation.

Having consumed so much liquid, I needed to relieve myself and made my way into the little cramped toilet. Once I came out, there were two mugs of coffee on the table and Sam and Jim were engrossed in a hushed conversation.

"I don't know..." he was saying.

"Well ask him then!" Sam replied.

I'd managed to sober up a little by now, so I sat down and sipped at the coffee.

"Ask him what?" I asked.

"Ah..." Jim said as he took a deep breath, "can I ask what you do for a living?"

It seemed Jim had sobered up a little too.

"I'm a writer!" I replied.

"See Daddy!" Sam said triumphantly, "It IS him... I said it was!"

Jim looked at me again, and I could see he was steeling himself to ask me another question.

"Do you... er... by any chance... write stories on the Internet?" he asked.

I wasn't sure how I should answer this, as I could count on one hand the number of people who actually knew me and also knew what I wrote and the pen names I used. Then it occurred to me. If Jim knew of the existence of "Carroll Lewis", the type of stories they were and where to find them, then it was a pretty good assumption that I was on safe territory.

I smiled at him.

"What would you do if I said YES?"

"See Daddy!" Sam said jumping up, "I told you... I said it was him!"

She came running over to me and hugged my neck before planting a big, wet sloppy kiss on my lips.

"I don't fucking believe it!" Jim said in astonishment. "Carroll Lewis... THE writer... here in OUR caravan... Jesus fucking Christ!"

The way he was going on, you'd have thought he was in the presence of a famous actor, pop star or royalty, rather than a humble writer from the East End of London who happened to write sex stories about children.

"You are my favourite author!" he gushed as Sam jumped up onto my lap. "I've downloaded every single one of the stories you have ever wrote... under all of your names and I... well WE have read them over and over..."

"WE?" I repeated. "Do you read them as well?" I asked the sexy 8 year old perched on my lap.

"Uh-huh!" she nodded.

"It's down to her that I joined that site in the first place..." he told me, "And I have a LOT to thank you for!"

"How come?" I asked, curious.

"Well, it was like this..." he started to explain. "It all started when fanny fart here was surfing the Internet..."

Sam turned her sweet, innocent little face towards me and grinned.

"She visited a site that had a copy of one of your stories... not the official site, but someone had obviously downloaded it and then re-uploaded it there..."

"Yeah..." I gave a wry sort of smile, "that seems to happen a lot unfortunately..."

"Well she was reading it... it was a story about a girl her age with her Daddy... she obviously liked it because I came into the room unheard by her, she had her hand in her knickers while she was reading it!"

This made Sam giggle out loud.

"I asked her what she was looking at..." he continued, "and the speed at which she removed her hand... you'd have thought she'd been burnt!" he laughed. "She was a bit coy about letting me see it, but eventually she did. I read a bit of it, and thought wow this is hot... and so I printed it out, and later that evening, Sammy asked if I would read it to her as a bedtime story!"

I laughed.

"Well," I said, looking at the delightfully sexy redhead on my lap, "it's got to be better than Goldilocks hasn't it?"

Sammy giggled profusely as she nodded her sweet head.

"It got us both worked up so much that we decided to act the story out sort of thing... and you know how it is..." Jim said with a chuckle.

"What about your wife... I'm assuming you had one at some stage?"

"Yeah I did... but she fucked off years ago. Haven't heard from her since the day she walked out and left me with a toddler to care for..."

"Oh!" I replied with a touch of embarrassment at having asked.

"At least the person who uploaded it left all the original information in the file, so I took a look at the website, signed up, downloaded ALL of your stories and since then, we've become your number one fans!" he told me.

"Shut up!" I laughed, "You'll give me big head!"

"I can't believe that we're sitting here talking to you to be honest..." Jim said. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course you can. Anything you like... ask away!"

"Well... are all you stories REALLY made up?"

I nodded.

"All of them?"

"All of them!" I confirmed. "What makes you ask?"

"It's just that, when you read them, they seem so real. It's like you're there in the room with them, watching what's going on?"

I chuckled.

"In that case, I'm doing my job properly!"

"So you've never done any of the things that you describe so well in our stories then?"

I shook my head.

"Sadly not..." I replied.

"But you'd like to right?"

I hesitated to answer.

"If you knew you would definitely get away with it that is?" he added.

Now he'd said that, I was much less hesitant.

"Yeah..." I smiled. "If I knew I'd definitely get away with it then I probably would!"

Jimmy smiled.

"Then today is your lucky day me ol' mate!" he said with a smirk as some unspoken communication seemed to pass between father and daughter.

Samantha turned her head to face me again, and then kissed me tenderly. He soft, thin lips felt good as they touched mine briefly, and then, the second time lingering for much longer. I looked into those sparkling green eyes and they just seemed to draw me to her. Placing one arm behind her back and the other at the back of her head, this time, I kissed her. This kiss was different though. It was long, it was hard and it was full of passion. As she closed her eyes, I felt her hot little tongue slip into my mouth, sensually searching every little crevice before it joined up with my own and they did that delicious little intimate dance of love.

When we came up for air, Samantha turned her whole body so that she was straddling me, and then we kissed again. This time, as we kissed, I slid both hands downwards to cup her delicious little bum cheeks, kneading and caressing them while our tongues continued their dance. At the same time, Sam moved her hands downwards too, placing them over the front of my trousers and began to squeeze and fondle my rock hard cock underneath.

It was an exquisite feeling, even though it was over my clothing, and I moaned into her tiny, hungry mouth as we kissed, before sliding my hands up her tight little dress to feel the soft, delicate rounded skin of her little bum.

We broke away and I glanced over at Jim. He smiled at me and nodded, giving me his unspoken approval to do whatever I wanted with his little girl. I took hold of the hem of her dress and lifted it. Sam raised her arms to allow me to lift it off over her head. I was right. She WASN'T wearing any knickers, and now, other than her white shoes with the silver sparkles on them, and a little pair of white ankle socks, this beautiful 8 year old redhead with the most amazing, sparkling emerald eyes, was totally naked as she straddled my lap and continued to fondle me over my clothing.

I gasped out loud as I admired her delectable little body. She even had the slightest development on her chest, her pink areola raised with a tiny nipple in the centre. With my hands under her armpits, I circled them lightly with my thumbs, causing Sam to close her eyes and sigh loudly with pleasure, before I held her face on each side and kissed her sweet lips.

"You are beautiful..." I whispered as I felt her unzipping me and then her hot, soft little fingers inside my pants, stroking my hard, aching and dripping cock with expert tenderness.

She then jumped of my lap and knelt in front of me, leaning forward to grasp the waistband of my trousers. I lifted my bum off the sofa to assist her in her efforts, and once my trousers were at my ankles, she did the same with my pants before removing both items completely, and then shuffling forwards on her knees so that she was tightly between my spread thighs.

With both hands, she cupped them lovingly around my throbbing member, running them up and down the shaft in the copious amounts of pre-cum that had oozed out and ran down the length.

"Oooh..." I sighed as her soft little hands worked their magic on me.

Looking across to Jim, I could see he was stripping off too, his hard cock sticking out in front of him, before he reached into a drawer and retrieved a digital still, and a small video camera.

"Don't mind do you?" he asked quietly. "I thought some souvenirs might be nice..."

I was in absolute paedo heaven, and it was getting better by the second. He could have invited every person staying at the holiday park to come and watch at that precise moment and I'd have agreed. Jim had obviously taken pictures and video before, as he worked one with one hand, and the other camera in the other hand, not wanting to miss a moment of the action. I was aware of him moving around to get the best angles to capture what was happening, but soon forgot he was even there as I felt Sam's soft, hot lips close over the head of my cock.

"Oooh... jeez... sus..." I groaned as her little lips slid further down my shaft.

Fucking hell, this little 8 year old knew how to suck cock, that was for sure. I glanced down to see the little redhead looking up at me, those sparkling green eyes now full of lust and gauging my every reaction. She swirled her little pink tongue expertly around the head, poking the tip of it into my piss slit, before swallowing the whole of my shaft down the back of her tiny throat.

"Oh fuckkk..." I gasped out loud.

The feeling was absolutely heavenly, being deep-throated by an 8 year old girl. I didn't even think that was possible. It was brief, but absolutely delightful. She then licked from the head, all the way down the shaft where she flicked and sucked my balls, before licking her way back to the top, and all the while, those little green eyes never left my own.

I was close to the edge. I knew it, and so did she. With both hands wrapped tightly around my hard my shaft, she began to wank me as hard and as fast as she could, those little hands almost a blur to my vision.

"Oh yeah... oh yeah... oh yeah..." I repeated over and over again as I teetered on the edge of an explosive climax.

Little Sam knew her job was almost done as once again, she closed her tiny hot mouth over the head of my cock as I erupted, sending spurt after spurt of hot, thick semen into her mouth.

"Oh fucking Jesus Christ!" I gasped.

I couldn't ever recall cumming so hard, or so much. Sammy gulped noisily, matching my cock spurt for spurt, swallowing quickly and repeatedly as I continually filled her hot, sweet mouth. It seemed to go on forever, but Sam stayed right there with me, smiling with those adorable eyes until she had extracted every last drop of thick, white, baby-making seed my cock had to give, before she took her mouth off, wiping it with the back of her hand and resting on her heels.

I collapsed back on the sofa, totally exhausted and drained as the pleasure vibes continued to reverberate through my entire body before slowly ebbing away.

When I opened my eyes, Sam was still kneeling there, and still had her eyes fixed on mine. She gave me a big smile as a dribble of my cum leaked from the corner of her mouth, which she quickly swiped up with her tongue noisily. It was only then that I remembered that Jim was there.

"Jesus.... fucking... Christ..." I gasped breathlessly.

Jim smiled.

"She's good isn't she?"

"Good?" I gasped. "That was fan-fucking-tastic!" I enthused. "THAT was the best blow-job I've EVER had in my entire life!" I said honestly.

It was too. I'd had many before this of course, from women, various little girls, and a handful of little boys, but none of them could suck cock like little Sammy.

"Well..." Jim said with a chuckle, "treat this as a banquet. That was, as it were, the starter. If you hadn't got any relief now, then the rest of the night would be a waste... so now you'll last a whole lot longer with all that pent up tension gone."

The starter? I thought to myself. Oh god, I didn't know about the luckiest day of my life, this was certainly turning out to be the best WEEKEND of my life!

Little Sammy stood up and then casually climbed back onto my lap. Holding my face with a hand either side, she kissed my lips lightly, and I could taste the salty remnants of my seed on her sweet lips.

"Was that okay for you?" she asked, giving me the sweetest, most innocent look.

"Okay?" I asked. "Darling you were absolutely wonderful... thank you!"

"That's okay..." she replied like it was no big deal, before she began to giggle for no apparent reason. "better than wanking yourself isn't it?"

"Definitely!" I said, not realising what she meant.

"Was you thinking about me?" she asked.

"Eh?"

"This afternoon... when you was doing it in your bedroom?" she giggled again.

"How do you..." I started to say, and then it dawned on me.

She giggled more.

"You should make sure your curtains are fully closed!" she told me with a cheeky, impish grin.

"You nosey little minx!" I laughed as I reached down and stroked her inner thigh.

"Turn yourself this way babes..." Jim said to his daughter, "so that I can get some decent shots of you?"

Sam turned herself around on my lap so that she was facing Jim with a leg draped over each side of my own, causing them to be spread wide apart and her little hole opened up to Jim's gaze and the camera's view finder. She then took my hands and placed them between her legs.

"Finger me..." she whispered, "play with my clitty and my slit. You can finger-fuck me if you want to... in my pussy or up my bum... it's up to you..."

Fuck, this little girl was as hot as they came. I rubbed her prominent, fleshy little raised mons with the palm of my hand, making her sigh before sliding my fingers down the centre of her slit where her soft, smooth, hairless outer lips met. She was delightfully wet and slippery. When I reached the bottom, I wormed my fingertip into her tight, hot little hole.

"Mmm..." she gasped as I sank my finger into her deeper, all the while Jim was taking more photos of his little girl getting molested.

I worked my finger right the way up her 8 year old love tunnel. Clearly her hymen had long since gone, but she was still tight and it was a snug fit as I introduced a second digit.

"Oh yeah..." she sighed as she reached down for my hand and began to move it, causing my thick fingers to slide in and out of her pre-teen sex.

She obviously wanted me to finger-fuck her, and I was more than happy to oblige. I'd never come across a little girl of her age that was as highly sexed as little Sammy, and to be doing it in front of her father just added to the eroticism of it all. Her hot tiny pussy was juicing up well, and as I plunged my fingers in and out of her, little squelching noises filled the silent night air. I slipped my other hand underneath her as Sammy raised her hips up a little to make it easier for me. Using a finger and thumb, I gently prised her tight little bum cheeks apart before probing her tight little anus with my index finger. I felt Sam strain and push against me as my finger broke through her tight anal muscle and into her tiny poop chute.

"Oh fuck yeah..." she gasped as she began to move her hips backwards and forwards.

With each of her movements, she was fucked by my fingers. When she moved forwards, the two fingers in her slippery little vagina went deeper, and when she moved back, the finger up her bum slid further up her anal passage.

"Aah... ooh... yeah... nice..." she moaned, gasped and sighed.

I then added my thumb on the hand where my fingers were fucking her little hole, rubbing her clit up and down, side to side, and round and round in circles. Sammy began to hump against me harder, gyrating and swivelling her tiny boyish pelvis, her underdeveloped chest and falling rapidly as he breathing quickened and became more shallow, a sure sign that she was getting close to an orgasm.

"Fuck me... fuck me... fuck me..." she began to chant like a mantra.

I did as I was asked, plunging my two fingers deep up her love tube, my index finger of the other hand doing the same thing up her little bum with each backward movement as my thumb danced across her tiny hard love button.

"Gonna cum... gonna cum... gonna cum..." the mantra changed.

"Yes darling..." I whispered in her ear, "...cum for me..."

"Cum for Daddy sweetheart..." Jim encouraged his 8 year old daughter, "have a nice big cum..."

Suddenly, Sam's little body stiffened and she arched her back.

"Oooohh... fuckkkkk... yesss...YESSSSS!" she screeched.

I felt her tight little hole begin to contract around my fingers and she became even wetter, so much so that I began to wonder if maybe her orgasm had caused her to lose control of her bladder and release some urine, but it wasn't pee, of that I was certain. Her anal muscle tightened around my finger too as I continued my thumb action on her clit.

Her little body then began to judder violently as Sam enjoyed a hard orgasm, before she grabbed my hands and pushed them away, unable to bear being touched any longer.

I became aware of Jim coming closer and when I looked, he was stroking his own hard cock in his hand. As Sam writhed about wildly at the peak of her climax, Jim grunted loudly and shot his load of Daddy juice over Sam's face, neck, hair and chest, the very same Daddy juice that had been responsible for her very creation only 8 years previously.

Once he had discharged his load, he rubbed his cock over his daughter's lips. Sam duly opened her mouth and sucked it before licking the remainder of her Daddy's goo the head and the shaft. When he was satisfied that she had it all, he withdrew his cock from his daughter's mouth before flopping down on the other end of the sofa.

We all sat there breathless and exhausted from al our frenzied sexual activity, each recovering from our respective orgasms for the next ten minutes or so, and all that could be heard was the heavy raspy breathing coming from each of us, like some pervy annual reunion of the dirty phone callers association.

Once we'd all recovered and got our breath back, we had a drink and I smoked a cigarette while Sam quickly went and cleaned herself up a bit. Once she'd returned, I studied her naked pre-teen body. It was the first time I'd really seen it, as before she'd been on her knees and let's face it, I was, how can I put it, otherwise engaged. She really was exquisite in every way. Her hairless slit was absolute perfection, her skin flawless, her little bum perfectly rounded and pert, and her little titty bumps teetering on the verge of development. Sam noticed me looking at her and came over to me.

"You are so beautiful..." I whispered as I tenderly kissed her and ran my hands over her soft, fresh little body.

Her skin was so soft and smooth, and I felt a touch of envy at Jim being able to snuggle against and then wake up next to and see this vision of beauty every single day. Not only that but Sam was very highly sexed and Jim could help himself whenever he wanted, the lucky fucker. Still, I had been told in no uncertain terms that I could help myself over the weekend, and so I intended to do exactly that. So much for a restful weekend!

I laid Sam across my lap and she instinctively parted her legs as my hand slid down the soft silkiness of her baby fresh skin, over her flat tummy and onto her raised, fleshy pubic mound.

"Mmm..." she moaned as the palm of my hand rubbed her and my fingertips brushed her excited little clit. "Finger me..." she whispered as she pushed her slim hips up onto my fingers.

I ran them down her slit, which once again was very wet, and very slippery with her little girl secretions, coating my probing fingers. I raised my hand to my mouth and sucked the sweet nectar from them. Her fragrance filled my nostrils and I was almost drunk on her wonderful scent of natural juices, soap and urine.

Bending my head I kissed her mound lightly before running the tip of my tongue down her slit and lapping up some of her sweet honey direct from the source. I gently slid her from my lap and onto the sofa where she opened her legs wide, ready to accept me as my head went between her milky white thighs. I lifted her legs up so that I had the most complete access to her pre-teen charms as Jim once again got close to capture the action.

With my hands underneath her to lift her pelvis up, I closed my mouth over her entire mound.

"Ooh yesss..." Sam sighed as my lips made contact with her delicious little mound.

Separating her soft, hairless little pussy lips with my thumbs, I wasted no time and pushed my stiffened tongue into her as far as I could.

"Oh... my... goddd..." she sighed again as my tongue searched the soft inner lining of her wonderful 8 year old vagina, before I closed my lips onto her blood engorged little clit, nibbling, chewing and sucking on it tenderly.

As I did, Sam's hands gripped my head tightly, grasping harder with each lick, suck, chew and nibble.

"Oh yeah... oh yeah..." she moaned, thrusting her pelvis up to meet me each time, as I caressed those firm but soft little bum cheeks.

I brought her to the edge and then eased off, much to Sam's disappointment and frustration before I licked my way down to her tight little anus, running my tongue up and down her bum crack a number of times, getting moans and sighs of approval from the 8 year old, before stiffening my tongue again and probing her tight little anal hole.

"Oh mi god!" she cried when I broke her tight sphincter and I got my first taste of her rectum.

It was a different taste, more musty, but every bit as wonderful as he little slit as I tongue fucked her there for a minute or two, my thumb still lightly dancing in little slow circles over her love button.

As she continued to raise and lower her pelvis I moved my mouth back to her sweet little honey pot. Her raspy breathing became rapid and she gripped my head tighter, determined that this time, I wouldn't remove it and that I would continue until I sent Samantha to little girl heaven.

I didn't have to wait long.

"Oh yeah.... YEAHHH... YESSSSSS!" she shrieked as my little 8 year old lover felt the first ripples of a climax build from between her legs.

Grasping me tightly, I felt her little fingernails digging into the side of my head as her hips gyrated, her head thrashed from side to side and I lapped at Sam's little honey pot as if my life depended on it.

"Oh cumm... cummi... CUMMINGGGG!" she gasped as I took her to over the edge of little girl pleasure and her legs closed tightly around my head.

I found it hard to keep my mouth on her delicious mound as she juddered, shook and convulsed her way through a strong climax. All I could inhale was her wonderful aroma as I swallowed as much of her sweet nectar as I could lap up before she became too sensitive, and released me from my mission, an indication that her clit was now too sensitive to take any more.

Sitting myself up, I watched little Sam as she continued to ride the rest of her pleasure out, still writhing around, her eyes closed with her face scrunched up, her expression saying more than mere words ever could. I glanced at Jim who was smiling, pleased that I had made such a good job at pleasuring his little 8 year old daughter.

"She makes a lot of juice..." I said to him quietly.

Jim's smile grew wider.

"I'm a lucky man..." he admitted, "she's a little squirter..."

No wonder she made so much of her delicious juice, I thought to myself as I glanced back at Sam just as she opened her eyes. Her face had that "I've just had a wonderful climax..." expression on it as she smiled at me, and I felt absolutely wonderful. At least I thought that was the expression on her face until Jim gave me the heads-up as it were.

"She'll want more in a minute... you mark my words..."

"Really?" I said with surprise.

I'd known many highly sexed girls in the past, but Sam was on a level all her own. Jim nodded.

"I recognise that look... that's a... I wanna be fucked look!" he laughed. "I think we should double team her when she's ready..."

I looked at Sam again who had another, slightly different smile on her face as she lay there naked, legs spread wantonly apart like some back street whore awaiting her next customer as she nodded enthusiastically.

Sammy, having rested for a short while, climbed back onto my lap, ready it seemed, for the next round of illicit, pre-teen sex. Once again she straddled my lap, this time facing me as she held my face like before and showered me with sweet little kisses before she decided that she wanted a long passionate one, and our tongues once again did the dance of lust.

This little 8 year old girl seemed to have boundless energy and an insatiable thirst for sex, as it was by now, into the small hours of the morning. I was mesmerised by her eyes, as well as her beautiful little body. After we broke away, she continued to hold my face in front of her as she smiled.

"I want you to fuck me..." she said softly, looking directly into my eyes. "I want you to fuck me long and hard..."

To see such an apparently innocent looking girl acting the way she did, was enough to give the pope a hard-on, and when she spoke that way, it simply made my cock ache and throb I insanely.

"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked in that sweet, sing-song little girl voice.

I nodded dumbly.

"Are you going to fuck me?"

As if in a trance, I nodded again.

"Are you going to fuck me hard... ram your big, thick, meaty man cock up my tiny, hairless, eight year old, little girl fuck hole?"

"Yes..." I replied, "yessss... yesssss... YESSSSSS!"

Sammy reached down between my legs and put both of her soft warm hands around my hard throbbing meat again, squeezing it, and running her tiny thumb over the head, encouraging my cock to leak more of its slippery lubricating goo. She then moved the head of my cock and ran it up and down the soft folds of her little slit. Oh man, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven!

"Ooooh yeah..." I gasped as the head of my cock was brushed repeatedly over the hard nubbin of her clit.

Once again, Jim was up and moving around with the camera's in his hands again, getting everything recorded. Sam suddenly lifted herself up a little and without any preamble, lined my cock-head up to her little hole and came down hard, my cock easily sliding up into her 8 year old fuck tunnel.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" I gasped at this unexpected pleasure as my cock was enveloped by a hot, wet, and totally wonderful tightness.

The few little girls that I'd actually fucked before had always done it slowly, and had warned me beforehand, usually allowing me to take the lead with them being quite passive. However, Sammy was an extraordinary little girl and simply got down to business. I could feel her continuing to push herself down until I felt the softness of her inner thighs against my balls. Clearly her Daddy had fucked her frequently as she showed no sign of any discomfort, and although her delicious little love tunnel was wonderfully tight, she was still only an 8 year old girl after all, she accommodated the full length of my manhood relatively easily. I grabbed her lovely bum cheeks again as she slowly raised herself, almost to the point where I thought my cock would slip out of her, before she pushed her little body all the way down again.

I noticed Jim putting the cameras onto tripods and setting them on auto as he came over to us. With my cock still embedded deep in Sam's little hole, I lifted her onto the sofa again so that she was on her back and I could fuck her.

As I slid my meat in and out of her tight, 8 year old fuck hole, she turned her head to where her Dad was standing, opened her mouth and Jim fed her his hard Daddy cock. Oh man. If I'd I have died at that precise moment, then I'd have complained about nothing. My own cock buried balls deep into the sexiest and most delightful 8 year old girl I'd ever met, while she sucked her Dad's meat in front of me at the same time.

We stayed that way for a few minutes and I was surprised when Jim withdrew his cock from his daughter's mouth, much to her disappointment.

"There's something I've always wanted to try..." he said with a grin. "Do you fancy fucking her arse?"

"Not many!" I said, looking down at a smiling little Sam who clearly liked the idea.

"This will take a bit of working out... but it's do-able..." he replied, even though I hadn't the faintest idea what he was going on about.

He told me to lie on the converted sofa behind Sammy who was on her side, which I did, my hard cock leaving long trails over her lovely little bum cheeks whenever they made contact. I ran my cock along her bum crack a few times before lining it up to her tight wrinkled hole. As Sam pushed back straining, it popped through the muscle.

"Hmmph..." Sam grunted as it went in.

I could see Jim getting on the sofa with us, but he was facing his daughter as she opened her legs. Then I saw what he was going to do. I'd read about it, but never taken part. As I fucked her delicious little bum, Jim was going to fuck his daughter's delectable little pussy at the same time. I could see he was manoeuvring himself and Sam a bit but when he gasped and she sighed, I knew that he'd entered her.

Then I felt him. Sam's thin membrane all that separated us two adult men as together we violated his daughter's body, which she surrendered to us willingly and so completely. As I pushed in, Jim pulled out and as he pulled out, I pushed in. This was so hot, I'd never done anything like this before, my sexual activity with kids always being a very private affair for obvious reasons, but this gave me sensations I'd never experienced or even imagined before in my life.

The van was filled with the sounds of sex. Jim grunted with each thrust, I moaned with each of my own, and Samantha, the filling in our little fuck-sandwich, gasping, sighing and making noises of pleasure with each cock that filled one of her orifices.

Needless to say, it wasn't long before those noises became louder and the tone changed as Jim filled his daughter's immature womb with Daddy baby-making juice, and I filled her bowels with my own as Sam's own noises reached fever pitch and she reached the high plateau of little girl pleasure.

We were all so exhausted that we drifted off to sleep where we were, my cock up Sam's bum and Jim's cock in his daughter's little pussy hole, both of which slipped out during our sleep, leaving us all sleeping in a slippery, gooey mess of man cream.

During the remainder of the weekend, I fucked Sam three more times, and her little bum twice more. She also sucked me off a number of times, once during and exquisite sixty-nine.

When Sunday rolled around, I was sad at having to return to my hum-drum existence after such an exciting weekend. We exchanged phone numbers, home addresses and emails with a promise to stay in touch and hopefully, have more great sexual encounters. Jim made copies of all the pictures and videos he'd taken over the weekend for me as a keepsake of the most memorable time of my life too.

Once I was home, I decided to put my adventures down in writing, changing names and places of course, while I played the videos and pictures of the weekend on my large television.

Once it was posted on the site, I received a large amount of comments from readers saying how much they'd enjoyed reading about my weekend at Paradise Park. I also had an email from someone called "SexySam8".

"Hello lover..." it said as I read it. "Thank you for a wonderful weekend. Daddy wants to know if you want to come to a meeting of our special club... but you will need to have a little girl (or boy) of your own... he said it's one of the rules. The story was great by the way! ;) Love you lots, Sam xxx (and Jim)"

A club? I thought to myself. You didn't need to be Albert Einstein to work out what sort of club it was either. The only thing was a child of my own. Hmm, that could be tricky, but then it occurred to me. I think I knew just the girl. All I had to do was seduce her.

But that, as they say, is an entirely new story altogether!

** The End **

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There MAY be a follow up to this at some stage, but don't expect it any-time soon - I have more than enough to be getting on with at present! C.L