Now that I am almost Thirty years old with two beautiful preteen girls of my own, I can look back at my own childhood with a greater understanding of underage sex and to look at things in a different perspective.

Of course I was frightened when I was nine years old, and my step-father first undressed me that time when mummy was away for the weekend. He had undressed me before, of course, for bath time or going to bed, but this was different and it wasn't time for bed or a bath. I remember him trembling and staring at me as he took each item of my clothing off, laid them carefully on the floor next to the bed and then undressed himself in front of me. I was transfixed by his, what seemed to me at the time, massive erect penis.

I loved my step-dad and he was always very kind to me, he never hurt me, ever.

But now, all of a sudden for the first time, he was hurting me. I was on my back on his bed and he had spread my legs wide apart, I could feel his penis trying to enter the girl-hole between my legs and he was pushing it in hard, stabbing it and making moaning noises. Then he was there inside me and it felt so, so big. I could feel him moving deeper and deeper inside and then I could feel it moving around inside me. I was crying because I was scared and didn't really know what was happening. Then he was moving it faster and faster inside me, he was heavy and hot and the bed was creaking and making a lot of noise. Then he went sort of rigid, moaned even louder, he slowed down and it was all over.

For the first time.

I heard him talking to my mum over the phone later telling her that he had done it with me and how good it was.

I say for the first time because after that day he would come into my bedroom late at night sometimes, and though I said I didn't want him to do it, he just said "daddy knows best" and then he did it.

Once I tried hard to keep my legs closed after he had taken my panties off, but when he got on top of me he put his knees between my legs and forced my legs apart. Then he did it to me again.

I know my mum knew he was doing this to me, because when I complained to her she just said I was being silly, but I shouldn't ever say anything to anyone.

So I didn't.

Then, when I was ten years old, he was doing it to me almost once a week. Sometimes he would do it as soon as I came in from school while I still wearing my school uniform. He would take me to my bedroom and just pull my panties off, and then with my skirt around my waist, he would do it.

I still loved him very much, though. And it never really hurt after the first time.

Then when I was almost eleven years old, something very strange happened. I gradually began to like what he was doing to me!

My friends had been talking about boy's cocks and what fucking was all about in school and I was fascinated by it all.

I was actually doing it!

He hadn't been into my bedroom for almost two weeks and each night I was even beginning to stay awake in my bed, late, caressing my pussy and hoping he would come in tonight. "Please come in tonight" I whispered to myself.

Then, at almost midnight I heard the door open and he quietly came in. For the first time, my heart began to beat fast and hard because I was so excited, not frightened. For seven nights I lay awake hoping he would come in. For seven nights I imagined what his cock had felt like as he entered me over the past year or more and now I wanted it. Not just him wanting me, I wanted him.

I was naked in bed for him, waiting for him, and I bit my bottom lip when he removed his briefs and I saw his erect manhood silhouetted against the light from the window.

I know he sensed something was completely different, as I was facing him in the almost dark room. Normally I would always have my back to him when he climbed into bed next to me.

I remember the murmur of approval when he realized I was naked already. And when he went to kiss me, I lifted my head to meet his as opposed to him having to turn my head and struggle to kiss me. He kissed me long and softly, and I loved every second, his hands were, as usual, caressing me everywhere, but now I was enjoying it and when his fingers stroked up the inside of my thigh and went into my vagina opening, I gasped audibly with excitement. I was so wet and ready for him.

I remember him saying to me "you want my cock now, don't you Alice?' and I remember replying softly "yes" to everything.

He got into the missionary position and when he entered me it was a wonderful, wonderful feeling, and I know I cried out. I had wanted him to fuck me so much in the past week or more, and now he thankfully was. I hugged him and, despite being so much smaller than him, tried to wrap my legs around his waist as he thrust his wonderful cock in and out. I didn't want him to stop doing this, ever - I liked it so much.

And then I experienced my first-ever orgasm, I didn't know what was happening, but I thought I was going to explode in a burst of wonderful joy. I dug my nails into Daddy's back and made it bleed. I was so hot, and even though I had cum and was feeling so relaxed and lovely, Daddy was still moving in and out of me, and I LOVED IT.

Then I knew Daddy was cumming, because he was going rigid and moving in and out faster. I hugged him and smiled, knowing he was filling me up with lots of his semen.

I loved my step-daddy so much now, and he was also my lover.

As the weeks and months went by, Daddy taught me everything about sex and it was fantastic fun learning. I understood that he was a pedophile and that he loved children because they were children, but also because they were sexy and attractive. Whenever I hear the word pedophile, now I get a warm feeling in my tummy.

I began leaving notes for Daddy saying "I need you tonight at 11pm" or "I'm too tired tonight" and he respected my requests. We always made love properly, and sometimes it went on for hours and hours. Then he would leave me a note sometimes, saying "Hurry home from school. I want an F1 as soon as you come in."

F1 is our code I made up. F1 is fucking fully clothed, F2 fucking naked, S1 sucking cock clothed, S2 sucking cock naked, and so on.

Mummy knew what was going on all along and she didn't mind, he wasn't my real dad anyway, so it was ok.

So now here I am. Kate is seven years old and Rachel is almost nine. My boyfriend Sam, is a wonderful, rich forty-four year old man and I love him and so do the girls.

He's admitted to me that he's a pedophile because, luckily, I caught him looking at a naughty video clip on his computer. He has hundreds of them. I explained to him that I was very happy about him being a pedophile and loved him even more. We chatted through the night, I told him about my childhood and he admitted that he found Rachel and Kate very sexually attractive and had fantasized about having sex with them frequently. He thought that I would disapprove, but he was amazed when instead I said it needn't be a fantasy.

He was dumbstruck.

My deal was that he would have to marry me and give me entitlement to half of everything he owned in return for my love for him and full sexual access to both girls. I would allow him to live out his sexual fantasies.

We married within a month, and on our wedding night he bathed both Katy and Rachel by himself. Later that evening, as we consummated our marriage, he told me how soft their hairless vulvas felt and how much he was looking forward to having full intercourse with both girls.

In fact, it was when I took Rachel away for the weekend and I left Kate alone with Sam that he enjoyed his first preteen deflowering.

Six weeks later, I took Kate away for the weekend and left Rachel alone with Sam. When I arrived back Sam greeted me with a huge hug and a bunch of flowers. "Both girls were wonderful, absolutely wonderful, my darling."

I can understand now how and why men like little girls, and find them sexually attractive. The whole package of their youthfulness, innocence, fresh prettiness, and of course their tight vaginas is such a natural magnetic attraction for most men. Such a pity most anti-liberal societies frown upon such natural desires.