Hello! I'm not sure where to start if I'm honest, but someone said I should tell you my story, so I'll try. I'll have to change my name of course, because I have made a few enemies plus of course my entire business empire is illegal in most countries, especially in England where I was born and sometimes live. I have made more money than I could ever spend out of my business and without being flash, I want for nothing. Having said that, I like to give the appearance of not being wealthy. In my game, it's best not to draw attention to myself, if you get my drift?

Well, to get the preliminaries out of the way, my name is Mark. I'm in my fifties, been married, but got fed up with the fat old tart and paid her off. I have children, some I know about, some I don't, but I'll come to them in more detail later. How did I become involved in all of this? To do that, I'll have to take you all the way back to when I was just 6 years old...

I grew up on a housing estate in London, back in the days when crime was low, everyone knew one another and were often in each others houses. I had loads of "Aunties" and "Uncles" - they weren't blood related, but back then you called most adults that you knew that as a mark of respect. I'm "Uncle" to countless kids myself now. I used to run errands to the shops, mostly for a loaf of bread or cigarettes. This was the 1950's and 1960's, no laws then about being over 16 to buy them!

Looking at the old photos of myself, I was an attractive child. Not skinny, but not overweight either. Blond hair with a "short back and sides" haircut, often in a pair of shorts, proper short tight shorts, not the long baggy things they wear these days, and a t-shirt. Cute and adorable with a cheeky little grin, that was me. It's a shame the photos were black and white though.

One person I ran a lot of errands for was a man a few doors down, who was friendly with my Mum and Dad. His name was Albert, or "Bert" as a lot of people called him, and I was always in and out of his place. His front door was always "on the latch" and I just used to call out and I'd be invited in. Sometimes we just sat there talking, having a drink and passing the time of day. I didn't realise at the time why he should be so interested in me though. At that age you don't really do you? But he was. However, it became a lot clearer on a day which is forever etched into my memory.

As usual I called out.

"Albert! It's Mark!"

"Come in son!" he'd reply.

He often called me "son", as a lot of people did and still do in London's East End. I trotted in and he was sitting in his favourite armchair. I was dressed in my usual attire; white t-shirt, tight blue shorts with an elastic waistband, white socks and black plimsolls.

"Pop to the shop and get me 20 fags can you son?" he asked handing me the money.

I nodded as I took it from him.

"And get yourself some sweets from the change!"

He often said this, which of course provided some extra motivation for going. The shops were only about 5 minutes away. I used to run there and back. so it never took very long and I was soon back, cigarettes and sweets in one hand, change in the other.

"Good lad!" he said as I handed them to him. "Do me a favour and drop the latch on the front door, there's a good boy."

I did as I was asked. Looking back now, he NEVER dropped the latch on the door, but being only 6 years of age, I never questioned it or the reason why. When I returned to the front room, he beckoned me over to him like he'd done before, sometimes inviting me to sit on his lap or the arm of his chair. I stood in front of him and he ruffled my hair.

"You're a good boy Mark," he said.

I liked that. Most children like to be told they're good, especially at that age. He put his arms around me and pulled me closer to him, his hands caressing my back through my t-shirt. He pulled my t-shirt out at the back and caressed the smooth skin underneath. Pulling me even closer, he hugged me and kissed the top of my head and I felt his hands go lower as he cupped my little boy bum cheeks in each of his hands, rubbing and kneading them softly.

"You like that?" he whispered.

I simply nodded, momentarily unable to answer. I then felt his hands slip under the waistband of my shorts and pants, and I felt his papery hands directly on my little bottom. He left one hand there, his other hand moving towards the front. The second I felt him touch my hairless little cock it felt like an electric shock. My cock instantly went stiff. I couldn't recall this ever happening before, although looking back now I'm sure that it had, but I didn't recall it. It felt really good though. He now had his hand between my legs under the material, and he was softly stroking and caressing my tiny tight ball sac.

"Nice?" he asked softly.

Again, I simply nodded. I then felt him hook his thumbs into the elastic waistband of my shorts and gently, he pulled them down. He then done the same to my little white y-fronts until they were both just above my knees and my little cock, now hard, sprang out and stood to attention, like a little soldier on parade. I heard him give a little gasp as my 6 year old boyhood came into view. Gently, he coaxed me to open my legs a little, and being the good little boy that I was, I duly obliged. He rubbed my ball sac gently with the palm of his hand as his index finger ran up the crack of my bum cheeks at the same time. It felt nice but naughty at the same time, and the tip of my little uncircumcised cock tingled with a sensation I'd never felt before.

Then he took my little boy cock between his finger and thumb and slowly but firmly began to pull the skin back and forth. That felt really good.

"Mmm..." I murmured, not really knowing why other than the fact I felt so nice.

"You like that then?"

It was more of a statement than a question.

"Tell me when it REALLY tingles..." he whispered to me quietly.

He then began to do it faster and faster, making my cock tingle more and more. It felt so good! Better than anything I'd ever experienced in my 6 short years. I was breathing heavier and so was Bert as he continued to wank my little cock. My cock tingled like never before. Then I felt my legs go wobbly, my breath came in short little pants, and my whole body shuddered.

"Oooh... it really, really tingles!" I gasped.

Albert smiled, and pulling me closer to him with his hands on my bum cheeks, slipped his lips over my boyhood and began to suck my cock.

"Aah..." I gasped, as I felt my cock in his wet warm mouth.

He swirled his tongue around, flicking the tip of my cock, before he licked my tight tiny ball sac before sucking it into his mouth. He did this for a few minutes before finally coming back up. I stood there holding my t-shirt up with my legs apart with my white pants and blue shorts pulled down to my knees. My stiff, 6 year old cock poked up, the top looking red from the sucking and wanking, having just had my first ever orgasm, although at the time I had no idea that was what it was. I'm sure I looked a very erotic sight... a paedophiles dream!

Of course, I'd never heard of a paedophile and neither had most other people back then. Yeah, we were warned about "dirty old men" and there was the odd man you never went near, but Bert wasn't one was he? After all, he was a friend of my Mum and Dads.

So that was my introduction to sex and paedophilia. After that first time, there were many others; with Albert, and other men throughout my childhood. I was wanked, sucked and fucked more times than I can remember, often being rewarded with gifts of various types. My parents never questioned the things I came home with, as they were always told they were for "all the errands Mark ran". I very quickly learned how to suck cock and swallow cum. I posed for photos, and took part in hard core child porn videos... and I enjoyed every minute of it!

Throughout all of my childhood as a sex toy for paedophiles, I learned a valuable lesson. One which I not only learned very quickly, but carried through to adulthood, and was the basis on which I built my "business".

What was that lesson?

Simple really.

Children have a lot of power over paedophiles. Paedophiles will pay for what they want, especially if it is exactly what they want. They will pay even more if they're certain there will not be any problems or comebacks. Plus, there's an added bonus...

You see, over the years, people have become more aware of paedophilia and paedophiles, mainly due to the scare stories in the newspapers. It's not the truth of course, but when did the truth ever stop a newspaper? They're in business to make money and sell as many as possible, so every so often they scare people with a "paedophile story" or yet another "anti-paedophile campaign" just to whip the hysteria up again. Now that means two things.

Firstly, if you're involved in paedophilia, which I normally refer to as "the game", the risks are greater; in that the penalties are much harsher. I mean, they're doing men for "abusing" a child 40 years ago for fuck sake! If he'd been caught back then - if he was REALLY unlucky I mean. - he may have got a fine of around £10. Now they're dishing out 3/4 years or more in prison. What evidence is there? None! That's why they changed the law... so you don't need any! All a woman has to do is point the finger. How can she PROVE you did it 40 years ago, and more to the point, how do you prove you didn't? Load of bollocks really! Anyway, the point is you have to be very careful, and believe me, I am!

The second point is the one that actually benefits me, and other people in the game. You see what the government doesn't understand is this. The more illegal you make something, the more people are willing to pay, and with the newspapers constantly going on about it, the price rises every month. There's an extra bonus to all this as well. I simply can't buy advertising like that!

By the time I reached about 14 or so, men's sexual interest in me was waning. They liked their little boys with small underdeveloped cocks, tiny tight bum, and inexperience. Unfortunately for them, I was growing up. This meant I wasn't getting the sex which by now, I felt addicted to. I still wanked of course, sometimes two or three times a day to get the relief, but it wasn't the same. Then one day I had a revelation. I concluded that little girls had the same body parts as women, so why not try for sex with little girls? I also liked the idea of little boys too. After all, when they are little, apart from the obvious, there's not much difference between them and a tight little bum is a tight little bum, whether it's a boy or a girl.

I'd gone full circle. I suddenly realised that at the age of 14, I had become one of them - a paedophile!

At that age it was so easy to get close to children and their parents, and I was often asked to babysit. Of course, babysitting sessions often turned into sex sessions and I got through lots of them. I lost count of the little boy cocks I sucked and hairless little pussies that I licked, fondled and fingered. It was the same with little bums, both boys and girls. I never tried penetrating any of them though. I thought that would hurt them and despite everything I was doing, I had genuine affection for these children and wouldn't do anything to hurt them. It had to be consensual and they had to enjoy it. In fact, part of the enjoyment for me was seeing how much pleasure they got out of it. It always gave me a thrill, and it was a satisfying experience to watch a 6 or 7 year old cum, especially for the first time.

So that was my childhood. As long as it was under about 13, I would try to have sex with it... and usually did!

Eventually I left school and started work, drifting from one dead end job to another. I also dated girls my age and had a reasonably healthy sex life with them. My paedophilia wasn't exclusive. It never has and never will be. That's another myth; that paedo's ONLY like sex with little kids.

I eventually married and had children of my own, but that's jumping ahead of myself. It was then that I decided I wanted to work for myself. I wanted to make lots of money with as little effort as possible, after all I had no real skills to speak of. I tried a few "legitimate" things; buying and selling but it wasn't making much money. Then one day I read a book and it told me how much money two brothers had made out of the "child porn" side of their adult publishing business. That was a total revelation to me. It was like a light bulb had switched on inside my head, and I knew what I was going to do. It was highly illegal but I didn't care, I just knew I'd make shit loads of money, and have a great time doing it.

I was going to go into the paedo business, and intended to become amongst other things, the "child porn king" of the UK!

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At the beginning, it didn't occur to me to make my own child porn. It was the 1970's and there weren't such things as personal computers, digital cameras, camcorders or mobile phones. And of course, the internet was science fiction. There was child porn about, but mostly in the form of magazines and 8mm cine films. Some magazines, and this might seem incredible now, you could buy from your local newsagent with names like "Lolita". The regular "adult" magazines often openly advertised child porn in their classified ads. I avidly sent off for them and for the 8mm films, even though I had no projector to watch them on. I also sent off for photo collections and anything that had pictures of child sex or naked kids. I even bought packs of playing cards with naked little girls on them. I spent every penny I had in building up a stock of anything paedo related.

I enjoyed looking at it all, but my main purpose was to resell it, as you had to send abroad for it all and there was always a chance a package would be opened and the contents confiscated by the customs people. I had a few items get "lost in the post" and that worried me at the time, but 99% of what I ordered arrived. In fact I ordered so much that I began to get offered a discount for being such a loyal customer!

During this time I was still sexually active with any children I came across; neighbourhood kids, friends kids, but I never approached a child I didn't know, or who didn't know me. I didn't want to draw attention and that philosophy has stood me in good stead to this day.

I advertised my "wares" discreetly in local newspapers, getting a steady stream of orders. I always stipulated that people had to send "cash with order" and that I didn't accept cheques. On a daily basis I was opening envelopes and cash was falling out. It was like shaking a money tree!

Everything I sold, from films to magazines, were at twice the price I paid for them. I justified this by saying that I was doing the importing and taking all the risks, and that they could buy from within the UK in complete safety. No one ever complained. It got to the stage where I was making over £500 per week which was excellent for the 1970's, and so I opened a secret savings account to put the money into. Of course, I reinvested a lot of it into new "stock", and rented some garages to store it all in, not to mention some very high quality security devices to ensure that they were secure.

Things were going much better than I'd ever expected. I was now buying in bulk, getting a discount, and was even offered sale or return! I was still active with the children I met, which were one or two a week. I then decided to invest some of my money in a couple of instant cameras, you know the sort where the picture develops in your hand. I had thought of setting up a dark room to develop my own photos, but it was a complex thing to do and decided against it. I had also bought a typewriter and set about writing to all my previous "customers" offering a new service of "customised photos" using this new camera. I got a great response and most were willing to pay good money for a set of 10 or so "polariods" of a 7 year old with her knickers down, showing off her bum or hairless pussy. They were willing to pay much more if there was a finger or cock in it, or a cock was in her mouth. So I became not only a seller of child porn, but had moved into producing it as well.

What surprised me was not only the number of replies I got, but the nature of a lot of them. A lot of them were from men and women who had children of their own, and were offering me either pictures of them which they'd taken themselves, or the child as a "model" for me to come and photograph. Some offered deals, like a discount on buying from me in exchange for exclusive material they had, and I took some of them up on some of these offers.

I read one from a woman who had three kids; a boy of 8, and two girls aged 6 and 4. She told me that they'd been brought up in a "free loving family environment" and she, together with them, had expressed a desire to model for me. I wrote back informing her that I might be interested, and like I always did, informed her that I would require photographs of each one of them. I told her that they must include at least one close up of the face of each, and at least one of each naked and/or sexually active. I went on to tell her that these were for identification and suitability. In reality, it was to see how cute they would look, but even more importantly, as insurance for myself. In case I was being set up, I could always claim that THEY had sent me the photos. I needn't have worried though.

A few days later I received a large brown envelope. I immediately recognised the handwriting and postmark. I eagerly opened the envelope and read the letter which fell out...

"Dear Mark..." it began, "...thank you for your speedy reply to my enquiry. I understand your need to check for suitability and enclose a number of photographs as requested to your specifications. I enclose my telephone number for you if you need it. Yours in common interest, Sandra Medford. PS - I have written information on the back of each and there is no need to return them!"

I had no intention of returning photos anyway as I retrieved the folder from the envelope. I opened it and took the photos out. I'd expected polaroids but these were proper photographs, and they were in full colour. I looked at the first one which was of one of the girls. She was kneeling with her legs wide apart thrusting her hairless little pussy at the camera. She was a sweet little thing with blonde hair tied in pigtails on either side of her head. She had a delightful smile and looked very happy to be posing. Her eyes were a startling blue which seemed to sparkle, a little upturned nose, and a toothy grin. I turned the photo over and saw what Sandra had written on the back of it.

"This is April and she is 6. She loves to show her pussy off and is an exhibitionist. She likes to tease and make her brother's cock hard."

I noticed that it also had childish writing on it and realised that Sandra had got April to write her name on it, putting an X as a kiss, which I thought was very nice. The next picture was of a boy. He again was blond haired and had similar features to his sister, although he had short hair. His little cock was sticking up in the air. Turning it over, it was all in a child's handwriting, obviously written by the boy himself.

"Hello, I'm Martin and I'm 8!" it said. "Do you like my stiff little willy? April does!" and next to it he had drawn a smiley face followed by an X for a kiss and the words "Love from Martin" I could feel my cock hardening.

I took another out. This showed the youngest girl with her legs spread wide and her hands pulling her little pussy apart. She was an identical but smaller version of April, her hair tied in bunches either side of her head, each tied with a pink bow. I turned it over.

"This is Maisie..." Sandra had written. "She's the baby of the family and is 4. As you can see, she is more than willing to learn..." and this was followed again by a smiley. I took the last picture out and it was a school photo, a head and shoulders shot of the 3 of them. I turned it over. "These are my three angels. It is a school photo taken about 2 months ago. They allowed me to take Maisie in for it to be taken. Cute or what?"

I flipped it back over and stared at the three innocent, angelic looking children staring back smiling. Both April and Martin had their smart school uniforms on, but Maisie being too young for school, had a frilly party dress on. Both girls had their hair in bunches and were tied with bright blue bows, matching the colour of the school uniforms.

I was already formulating themes for photo shoots of these three little angels, my cock rock hard at the thought. I went to replace the photos when I realised there was still one more I hadn't looked at. It showed a blonde woman. She was very young, maybe early 20's I judged. She was very petite, with small perky breasts and had her legs spread, showing a bald pussy. Martin was standing by the side of her head, his stiff cock sticking out. The woman had her tongue out, the tip of which was just making contact with the tip of Martin's uncut little willy. The girls were either side of her , again with their legs spread wide. The woman had a finger of each hand in each of the girl's hairless little holes. I turned it over hopefully... I wasn't disappointed.

"This is me loving my little angels..." I read. "...I would be happy to pose too if you'd like. Lots of love from all of us XXXX (one from each!)."

I reached for the telephone and dialled the number on the letter.

"Hello?"

"Sandra? It's Mark. How you all doing?"

"Fine thank you," Sandra replied. "Yourself?"

"All the better for receiving your letter!" I said laughing.

She knew I meant the photos rather than the actual letter of course, but we were both reading between the lines as it were, knowing that phone conversations can be overheard. I continued.

"I see you live not too far from me,"

"No, I noticed that. It'll make life easier won't it... if they're suitable of course..."

Sandra had a soft sensual voice, and it was almost schoolgirlish which I liked. I chuckled.

"They're MORE than suitable..." I continued, emphasising the more. "I think I can find work for you too," I told her, "if you're interested?"

"Oh definitely!" she told me with enthusiasm in her voice.

"We'll talk more when I see you," I went on, and we made arrangements for me to go to visit her, as I thought not only was it a safer option for me, but I felt sure the children would be more relaxed in their own environment when they actually met me for the first time. We made arrangements for the following day, and I ended the call thinking of tomorrow.

I'd studied the photos a few times and every time I looked at them, my cock got hard. I knew that if they made me hard at every viewing, they would not only photograph well, but would sell by the truck load. I was really looking forward to meeting all four of them.

The following morning I awoke with a feeling of excitement and felt my business was moving into the next phase. No more talking little kids into stripping for me. I was off to take the same sort of pictures in a child's house with parental permission, and I loved the idea. I had a nearly new car and to be honest, with the money I was making, I could have gone out and bought a brand new car of my choice and paid for it in cash, but once again, it was all to do with appearances and not drawing attention to myself or my business.

When I pulled up outside Sandra's smart little suburban house, I saw three familiar little faces grinning at me from the window and waving excitedly. By the time I'd reached the front door, it was already open and Sandra stood there waiting for me.

"Hello Sandra!" I said offering my hand, which she shook before leaning forward and kissing me on the cheek.

I realised immediately that the photograph didn't do her justice and she was quite stunning. She also looked very young, especially having had three children.

"Nice to meet you... come on in..."

I followed her in as she told me "the kids are dying to meet you... they've talked about nothing else since I told them."

With that she offered me a coffee and showed me into the lounge where the three little tykes were sitting on the sofa, and headed off to the kitchen.

I looked around and noticed that the home was very well furnished with quality furniture and was also very tastefully decorated. I saw photographs adorning the place of the three children, smiling and looking both innocent and angelic in every single one. I smiled at the kids and they smiled back, little Maisie opening and closing her hand in a waving action.

"You must be Maisie?" I said to her with a big smile.

The little darling nodded enthusiastically, giggling as she did so.

"So that makes you January?"

The older girl shook her head laughing.

"February?"

She shook again laughing harder.

"March?" I suggested.

"You're silly you are!" the 6 year old said with a laugh.

"I know!" I said, laughing back.

"Must be... APRIL then?"

She giggled, nodding, which I noticed gave her little dimples which I found very alluring.

"Well, that only leaves one doesn't it... and I think as he's a boy... he must be Martin?"

The boy got up and walked over to me, holding out his hand for me to shake. I was so impressed. What a cute little gentleman I thought. The children were so polite and absolutely delightful. At that moment, Sandra appeared with a tray which she placed on the low table. She poured me a coffee and offered the plate of biscuits.

"Are you all getting acquainted?" she asked.

"Sandra..." I said adoringly, "they are absolutely delightful!"

Then pointing at little Maisie...

"Especially YOU... cheeky chops!"

Maisie burst into another fit of the giggles and then ran to her Mum, whispering something in her ear.

"I don't know Mais..." she said, "ask him. He won't bite!"

She walked over to me and I pretended I was going to bite her, so she ran back to her Mum and hid slightly behind the chair, poking her head round it to look at me. When I saw her, I poked my tongue out at her and she poked her little pink one back.

"I can see I'm gonna have trouble with you aren't I?" I said playfully.

Maisie nodded and slowly crept back towards me as seriously, I asked her what it was she wanted. Shyly, she pointed to my lap.

"Sit there?" she asked hopefully.

"Sorry..." Sandra started to explain, "they're all lap sitters I'm afraid..."

"Nothing wrong with that!" I said.

I loved children sitting on my lap and never refused. In fact many sexual encounters with children had started from lap sitting. I patted my lap and Maisie climbed up.

"Even my little man there likes to sit on a lap and be cuddled don't you?"

Martin nodded a little shyly.

"Trouble is, they fight and argue about it!" she told me with a smirk

"I'll have to work out a rota!" I said laughing. "Anyway, shall we get down to business?"

Sandra nodded.

"I'm not really sure where to start," I told her, "perhaps you could tell me of any restrictions or limits?"

"Well..." she said, "to be honest there aren't any. The only ones there would have been I suppose, would have been nothing that hurts... and THEY must agree to it. But having watched you with them..."

I took a sip of coffee and checked it was okay for me to smoke. She said it was and took one that I offered her before she continued.

"...Having watched you with them, I can tell that you LOVE children and you're not likely to hurt them or do anything they don't want you to do."

"Thank you," I said, pleased with the compliment. "I don't believe in all that, and you can get the best from them without it."

I then tickled Maisie's ribs making her howl.

"Can't I sweetie?"

Little Maisie nodded and planted an unexpected big wet kiss on my lips.

"Oh wow... thank you!" I told the little girl on my lap, "That was nice!"

With that, she gave me another before I turned back to Sandra.

"Your children are a real credit to you," I told her. "Those pictures were outstanding! Just one question though..."

"Ask anything you like... we're VERY open here... and let's face it, we all know why we're sitting here... even Maisie!"

I looked at the little bundle of fun on my lap.

"You're going to take pictures...." the 4 year old said before she stunned me a little by continuing "...of my bum, and my diddle... and April's..."

"And my winkle!" Martin added.

"Told you!" Sandra said, "and a bit more... hopefully!" she added with a saucy wink. "What was you going to ask?"

"Oh yeah!" I said laughing. "They threw me right off the track there. Where on earth did you get the pictures developed?" I asked her. "Normally all I get are black and white because the developing process is very simple... or polaroids."

Sandra started laughing.

"I have connections to someone who likes the same things as us... and he just happens to work in that line!"

I smiled.

"He said he'd be happy to... how can we say... put in a little overtime if you need any done?"

"Thanks, I'm sure I'll be taking him up on the offer!" I replied.

"You can have them done within 24 hours, blown up etc., if need be," she explained.

"Do you have any specific ideas for pictures?" I asked.

"Loads!" she said laughing, and then turning to the kids.

"Go upstairs and change you three!" she said to them with a wicked grin.

Immediately, all three jumped up and left the room. I could hear their footsteps on the stairs and they were all talking and giggling as they went.

"They have a little surprise for you!" Sandra told me. "I'm sure you'll like it."

"I already do!" I said, "And I don't even know what's going to happen!"

Sandra simply smiled.

"So..." I said, "how come you're into this?"

"You CAN say it you know... how come I'm a paedophile?" she said bluntly.

"Well... er... yeah... if you don't mind me asking...?"

"Not at all!" she replied. "It's a bit of a story really, but I'll try and be brief. My father was one... and well... I knew nothing else from birth..."

I could see sadness in her eyes but didn't want to pry.

"Sorry... I always get a little upset..." she said reaching for a tissue.

"But if it upset you...." I said to her.

Sandra chuckled.

"OH NO!" she said. "It's not that! Sorry I should have explained. No the sex didn't bother me, in fact I loved it! It's just that Daddy..." she started to cry and I moved over to comfort her.

"You don't have to tell me..." I said giving her a hug.

"I'll be okay..." she said. "Daddy... Mummy... and Pete... they were on their way home... drunken driver... head on... killed instantly..."

I began to understand now.

"It's just me and the kids now..." she said sniffing and dabbing her eyes.

"I'm so sorry," I said, really feeling for her.

"I've learned to live with it... it's only when I have to explain. I have to be strong... you know for the kids?"

I nodded.

"But they've taken it so well... they really are good kids!" she said.

She didn't need to tell me, it was obvious.

"You see, Pete was a friend of Daddy's..."

"Was he...?"

Sandra nodded.

"Of course. They met at the association... Daddy introduced me to him... he was much older than me. He was 22 and I was 11... and when I was 14 I fell for Martin..."

That explained a lot.

"The association?" I asked.

"It is... well was... a secret paedophile organisation. Daddy set it up, but now he's gone it kind of folded."

It was all becoming a lot clearer now.

"You see, Peter was in the middle of training Martin and April in the ways of adult/child sex, and was about to start with Maisie too..."

"And now?"

"Well... I was kind of hoping... if we hit it off... you might want to continue where he left off?"

I smiled and my chest heaved.

"I'd be happy to... I mean, if you're sure...?"

"I'm certain!" she told me. "I've never been so sure of anyone since I met Peter!"

"Well, I'm very honoured!" I told her.

"There is one small condition though?" she said with a grin.

"And that is?" I asked, raising my eyebrows wondering what she was going to come out with.

"ME!" she said.

"Sorry I don't follow?"

"I come as part of the package... I make a very plausible schoolgirl... and we can incorporate it with the kids if you like?"

I suddenly realised what she was talking about.

"I'd be honoured to do that for you too!" I told her, "and from seeing your picture, I have no doubt about the schoolgirl thing!"

She laughed.

"When I used to dress up for Peter and he took me out, everybody thought he was my Dad!"

"I look forward to that," I said genuinely.

"You ain't seen nothing yet!" she said, doing an Al Jolson expression.

At that moment Martin tapped on the door.

"We're ready Mum!" he called.

Sandra jumped up.

"How do I look?" she asked.

"Beautiful!" I said, and I meant it.

"I mean... can you tell I've been crying?" she said, tapping me playfully.

I shook my head.

"Sorry about this, but the kids insisted on it!" she told me, grabbing a tea towel as she proceeded to blindfold me.

I was intrigued but played along, assuring her I couldn't see anything. I could hear muffled sounds of the children and Sandra whispering to them, telling them to be quiet. Suddenly, Sandra removed the blindfold and as my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw Martin, April and little Maisie, and my jaw dropped open. For the first time in my entire life I was absolutely speechless and my cock went from flaccid to rock hard in seconds.

I sat there open mouthed and the only sound was when little Maisie giggled, bringing her hand up to her mouth as she done it.

"I... er... er... WOW!" I spluttered.

My hard cock was obvious now and I was leaking pre-cum like it was going out of fashion, causing a damp patch on the front of my sweat pants.

"Look Mummy!" April said noticing. "We made him hard!"

"...and wet!" Martin chipped in.

Sandra laughed.

"You like it then?"

"Like it? I LOVE it!" I replied. "But where the hell did you get them?"

"Ask no questions!" Sandra replied, still laughing.

I stared at the children in front of me, running my eyes up and down each of them in turn.

April was dressed in a "brownie" uniform. Not the sweat shirt and culottes they were nowadays, but the old uniform. It consisted of a light brown dress with a dark brown leather belt, a yellow scarf and beret. She had white knee length socks with brown sandals on and her hair was in pigtails. I'd always found the Brownie uniform a turn on when on a little girl anyway, but this one had been modified. The dress had been made skin tight, and then it had been turned into a mini dress and barely covered her little pussy. Maisie was dressed identically, and I knew they didn't make Brownie uniforms for 4 year old's! Martin was in a cub scout uniform. Green jersey, scarf complete with plastic woggle, and green cap with its bright yellow piping. He had grey knee length socks on complete with garter tags and black plimsolls. To complete the uniform, he had on grey shorts which were very tight with an elastic waist. They were so tight I could clearly see the bulge and outline of his li ttle cock which looked like it was hard.

"READY?" Sandra asked them.

They all nodded.

"One... two... three!" she counted, and all three of them gave the three fingered cub scout & brownie salute.

Then she counted to three again and they all turned round. I was admiring their little bums; Martin in his tight shorts, with April and Maisie in their Brownie dresses which clung like a second skin.

Once again, Sandra counted to three and all three bent over to touch their toes. The girls dresses being so short, rode up to reveal their little knickers. At the same time, Martin pulled at his shorts and I heard the sound of press studs popping and his shorts dropped to the floor revealing a pair of white pants. Printed across his cute little bottom were the words "WELCOME". April had the word "UNCLE" across her sweet little rump, and little Maisie had the word "MARK!" on hers. I was glad my name wasn't Jonathan... her bum was so small it never would have fit!

Then kids stood up, turned around, and all three bowed to signify their little show had concluded. I started clapping in appreciation.

"That was absolutely brilliant!" I told them, "marvellous... but how... I mean where the hell did you get those uniforms?"

Sandra smiled.

"When I had to work for a living, I was a machinist! It's easy when you know how. You should see some of the things I've made upstairs..."

"I can imagine!" I said laughing.

"So you no longer work?" I asked.

"Don't need to... I've been left well provided for by both Peter and my parents!"

"So you wouldn't want to work for me then?"

"Now I didn't say that did I? I don't really need the money, but I'd like to play a part!" she said enthusiastically.

"You're on!" I told her with a big smile, "and your first title is wardrobe mistress!"

"Well thank you boss!" she replied with an equally big smile.

Maisie made her way over to climb on my lap, but April ran over and they started arguing.

"Oi!" Sandra said harshly.

The two girls froze on the spot and looked at their Mum.

"Maise baby... it's Aprils turn. You sat earlier didn't you. Let April up and you can come and sit on Mummy's lap for a little while yeah?"

Maisie smiled, and ran to her Mum. I looked at Martin who looked a bit crestfallen and left out.

"I tell you what," I said, "April, you can sit this side and Martin... why don't you come and sit this side?" I suggested, patting the other side of my lap.

He brightened immediately and they both climbed up.

As Martin climbed up he said to me quietly, "You're still hard!"

I looked down at his little white pants tenting out at the front.

"So are you!" I replied.

Sandra looked over.

"Best do something about it then," she said, rubbing the top of Maisie's thigh to reveal her tight white knickers stretched across her little baby pussy. I then saw Sandra's finger tracing Maisie's little slit through them.

I felt Martin's hand slide across my crotch and start unzipping my trousers, while April lifted her bum up and slipped her knickers down her thighs and started to finger herself. As Martin freed my cock, I reached down and freed his. I'd seen it in the photo of course, but to have it between my finger and thumb felt really good. Soft, warm, totally smooth and hairless. Martin leaned over and I felt the warmth of his little tongue lick some of my pre-cum off. Not to be outdone by her brother, April leaned across and done the same.

"I wanna do it too!" Maisie cried from her Mum's lap. She jumped down and ran over. Getting between my legs I felt her 4 year old's tongue swipe the head of my cock as Sandra clapped her hands joyfully.

"She's never done that before..." she told me. "Pete was about to teach her all about oral when he died."

"You want me to teach you how to suck cock Maise?" I asked the 4 year old.

She stopped what she was doing and looked up at me. I noticed a rope of pre cum joined from her lips to my cock as she nodded eagerly.

"When?" she asked eagerly.

"Not now babes," I told her, "but very soon!"

I continued to stroke Martins little cock and I felt his body shudder as the 8 year old boy came.

"Mmm..." I heard him gasp, "that was nice!"

I knew he would be sensitive now so I left his little red cock alone for a while, and concentrated on the girls. I reached out and lifted little Maisie up so she was standing on my lap.

"Hello little Brownie!" I said to her.

She gave me that cheeky grin as I lifted the hem of her dress a little and pulled her knickers down to her knees. "Ooh you are beautiful little Brownie... and I like eating Brownies!" I said to her.

Putting my hands on her tiny bum cheeks, I pulled her little pussy closer to my face. In fact her bum was so small, I could have covered it with just one of my hands. I stuck my tongue out and licked her 4 year old slit from top to bottom. Instinctively, Maisie opened her little legs.

"Nice!" she said simply.

I glanced across to Sandra and noticed she'd hitched her skirt up and was fingering her own bald pussy.

"Oh yeah... eat my baby's little pussy Mark... suck her little clit!"

I was doing just that. I nibbled away on her tiny lips, flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue, and sucked on it until I felt her little body shake as the 4 year old had a little girl orgasm.

"Ooh... aaah... mmm..." she gasped and sighed, unable to find the words in her limited vocabulary.

"That's it baby girl..." I encouraged her, "cum for me... enjoy those nice feelings baby..."

Once she'd reached her height of pleasure, I lifted her down and looked at April.

"Do you know..." I said, "I think I could eat ANOTHER Brownie!"

April smiled and took her little sisters place. As she stood on my lap she pulled her knickers down to mid thigh, hitched her dress up and spread her little sexy legs. She then held her little pussy lips open, and I could clearly see her hidden little pearl. I pulled her to my face and flicked it with my tongue.

"Ooh god... mmm..." she squealed.

I noticed immediately that April was turned on. She was incredibly wet and juiced up already. Her little girl juice was so sweet, it tasted like honey, and I lapped it up before I sucked on her clit and then pushed my stiffened tongue into her tight little hole.

"Ooh... Mummy... Mummeeee!" she gasped. "He's put his tongue in!" she shrieked.

"Does it feel nice baby?" Sandra asked as I tongue fucked the 6 year old.

"Oh... yeah... really... REALLY nice oooh!" she panted.

I continued for a couple of moments before I stopped, and April looked disappointed. Holding her gently by the hips I turned her around. Realising what I was going to do, April pulled her bum cheeks apart and bent over a little.

"Are you a 'brown' brownie?" I asked.

April simply giggled. Maisie stood on one side watching intently, as did Martin on the other.

"But that's where she poo's from!" Maisie shouted with a look of disbelief.

"She hasn't done that yet either!" Sandra gasped, approaching her own climax.

"I had a bath earlier... remember?" April said firmly, afraid that Maisie's words might stop me from doing it, "and it feels SOOO nice!"

"Like on my diddle?" she asked.

"Better!" April told her as my tongue made it's way up her tight little poop chute.

"Oh... aaahh... yeahhh" she squealed.

"Oh that is HOT!" Sandra gasped., "Oh I'm cumming... I'M CUMMING!" she cried.

As I tongue fucked 6 year old Aprils sweet little wrinkly bum hole, I reached round and rubbed her hard little clit.

"Ooh... aaahh... cumming... Mummy... MUMMEEE!" she shrieked as she had her cum.

"Let it happen baby girl... cum for me... cum for Mummy April!" she called out.

April had a powerful little orgasm, and I had to hold onto her to stop her from toppling over. I felt like I was ready to explode too, after all, everyone had cum except for me. I needn't have worried, as April climbed down and knelt down between my legs and was joined by the other two children. Martin's boy lips slipped over my cock head first and he sucked and licked like a pro, while April and Maisie licked and sucked my balls. Then he swapped with April and again, she was good. I knew I couldn't take too much more of this treatment by these three little cutie's

"Ooh... aaah... Jesus you're great little cock suckers!" I managed to gasp. "Gonna cum soon..."

Sandra quickly came over to me.

"Give them a facial..." she said whispering in my ear, as she gently moved the children so they were on their knees in front of me with their little mouth's wide open expectantly. I sat up a little so my cock was aiming directly at the three angelic little faces in front of me. Sandra took over control of my cock, and began wanking me furiously.

"Ooh aaahhhhh... so nice... SO NICE... GONNA CUM!" I groaned as the first spurt shot forcefully out of my cock.

Sandra aimed it at April which hit her on the cheek right by the side of her nose. The next spurt hit Martin bang on target straight into his mouth. Sandra aimed the next one at little Maisie which hit her forehead and hair. Eventually all three had caught some in their mouth's and their faces, and their hair was streaked with ropes of my hot sticky cum.

When I was spent I managed to splutter, "Oh that was hot!"

"Certainly was" Sandra said. "Hold on a tick!"

She opened a drawer and pulled out her camera. She took a few snaps of each of the children with their mouths open showing the cum inside before she said they could swallow it. Then she took a few more shots of their cum streaked faces.

"That was something Pete used to do..." Sandra explained. "They love a facial... don't you kids?"

All three smiled and nodded enthusiastically.

"I think we best get cleaned up, have a little rest, and then start the photos properly?" I suggested.

"Good idea!" Sandra agreed. "What do you say kids?"

"Thank you Uncle Mark!" Martin said getting up.

"Thank you Uncle Mark!" repeated April doing the same.

Maisie got up silently and coming close to me, gave me a cummy kiss on the lips.

"Thank you Uncle Mark!" she said with that adorable smile and cheeky little giggle.

"NO..." I said them, "thank YOU three!"

"Right... upstairs you little monsters!" Sandra told them.

They all ran out of the room squealing and chatting the way kids do.

"I think this is going to be an extremely interesting relationship," Sandra said kissing the top of my head.

"So do I babes..." I replied. "So do I!"

** The One Stop Paedo Shop - End Of Part One **