But the next week, a crisis arose. Mr. Harper phoned on Tuesday evening, very apologetically, to explain that Sarah's mother wanted to take her shopping the next day, and she'd have to miss her lesson. "She needs clothes for our holiday in Provence," he explained to me, apologetically. "I'm sorry, Mr. Glover. If there was anything I could do..."

"No, no," I insisted. "I understand, Mr. Harper. Your wife doesn't have the same priorities that we do. Is there any chance that we can reschedule for tomorrow?"

"Not really," Mr. Harper said. "It's a normal school day."

"And in the evening?"

"In the evening, Sarah has drama."

"What about Friday?"

"Friday is a normal..."

"Fuck school, Mr. Harper," I snarled. "We've got two more lessons with Sarah. Just two. If she misses this week, she may lose interest in what we've been doing. She may refuse to come next week. Do you want to take that chance?""

"I know all this," Mr. Harper said plaintively. "But my wife is very concerned that Sarah shouldn't miss too much school. And I really, really don't..."

Don't have any fucking spine.

"She has to come on Friday," I said, improvising recklessly. "There'll be an examiner here from the Royal College of Music."

A long silence from Mr. Harper. "An examiner?" he asked at last.

"And a fellow. Someone who's very keen to meet Sarah. Someone who could do her all sorts of favours. It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Mr. Harper."

"Well, yes, I... I see that."

"Then take Sarah out of school on Friday. Her form teacher won't object if it's for a music lesson."

"But Mr. Glover, my wife..."

"Don't tell your wife. Just pick Sarah up from the school and bring her right here."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line. "What time?" Mr. Harper asked at last.

"Any time," I said. "Wait. No. Let's say 11.00am. But explain to them that Sarah is sitting a Royal College of Music exam, and she may not be back in the afternoon."

"Is she sitting an exam?" Mr. Harper asked, anxiously.

"Not a formal one," I said. "But it's a white lie. And it will stop them from asking too many questions."

It didn't stop Mr. Harper, though. He bombarded me with fifty variations on "What shall I say if...?" but finally he agreed to do what he was told and bring Sarah on Friday morning - for a session that would run on all through the afternoon, to home time.

I put the phone down, thinking furiously. So Sarah would be wandering around some frigging mall today, when she should be lying on my bed learning about what her holes were for. What a fucking waste! But I was going to get a crack at her on Friday. I just had to live up to the bullshit promise I'd just made.

By this time, I was active on a number of paedophile message boards, and I'd made some friends there. I emailed one of them now - an insanely hot (to judge by her profile photo) and totally depraved woman who went by the board alias of Violetta. I knew her tastes, which ran parallel with my own, and I asked her how she'd feel about meeting a beautiful twelve-year-old girl on Friday and getting naked and sweaty with her.

Violetta replied inside of about three seconds: Give me the address!!!!

So I did.

Wednesday and Thursday went by agonisingly slowly, but Friday came at last. I'd told Violetta to arrive early, and sure enough, the doorbell rang a little after ten. I ran to answer it - and my jaw dropped as I saw the vision of loveliness on my doorstep.

To describe Violetta as sexy doesn't do her justice. She was the distilled essence of sex. Tall and curvaceous, with huge tits, an hourglass figure and legs that seemed to go on forever. Her straight, dark hair hung halfway down her back. Her lips were full and sensual, set off by bright red lipstick, and her brown eyes smouldered. She was dressed in a black two-piece of Italian cut, and really looked the part that I'd asked her to play. Stilettos of black patent leather sheathed her feet, but her stockings were honey-coloured. Her skirt was so short that the suspenders at the top of her stockings were clearly visible.

She held out her hand and I shook it. Then she lifted my hand to her lips and licked the tips of my fingers lasciviously.

"Hi," she said, after she gave it back to me. "I'm Violetta."

I ushered her inside. We went through into the living room, where she sat down facing me. "Is Violetta your real name?" I asked.

She laughed musically. "Of course not! Viol is the French word for rape."

"You like rape?"

She nodded fervently. "Oh, yes! Doing it and watching it. My god, there was this one time when I was on holiday in Italy. I went out for a walk late one night, in Siena, and I saw this waitress - just a kid, really, no more than fifteen or sixteen - get gang raped by a bunch of guys at a stag party. They'd dragged her into a back alley where they had her all to themselves. They were doing her in the mouth, in the shitter, everywhere. It was the most arousing thing I'd ever seen, I frigged myself off three times while I watched."

"Did you think about calling for help?" I asked.

Violetta grinned wickedly. "And miss out on a show like that?" she demanded. "No, I did not think about calling for help. I just watched, and played with myself, and came like a train. After the men had given their cocks a work-out, they walked away and left this poor little girl lying on the ground. They'd been very rough with her, and she just lay there, mostly out of it. That was when I ran over."

Violetta licked her lips, transported by the memory. "God, she was gorgeous!" she murmured. "Her pussy was gaping like this" - she linked her thumbs and forefingers to show me - "and there was cum just pouring out of it. Out of her arsehole, too. I'd lost count of how many times they fucked her, but it was a lot. I wondered if she was a virgin before this. She looked the type, you know? Very beautiful, but more in a little kid way than in a grown woman way. I hope she was a virgin. It's sort of sexier if she was a virgin. If this was how she found out what sex is like.

"Anyway, the guys had been drinking, so there were lots of beer bottles lying around. I picked one up and shoved it up her cunt. Got the whole thing inside her. Then I raped her with it. I was ramming it in and out of her, really hard. She was half-unconscious, but she felt it. She knew what I was doing to her. She tried to push me away, but I was stronger than her. It ended up with me kneeling on her throat, pinning her down, while I did her with this bottle. I was going to do a lot more, but the lights started to come on in some of the houses around us. I pushed the bottle up her as far as it would go - I mean, really, really deep! - kissed her on the lips and left, in a hurry."

Violetta sighed deeply. Evidently this memory was getting her very aroused. "Ever since then," she said, "I've been desperate to get into some serious paedophile sex. But it's so hard to get unsupervised access to little girls. Tell me about Sarah. What have you been doing to her?"

I told her the whole story, from the start.

When I got to the part where we first got Sarah naked, Violetta parted her legs and slid a hand inside her panties. "Do you mind if I masturbate while you talk?" she asked.

"Not at all," I assured her, and she frigged herself with quick strokes as I talked about Mr. Harper's deflowering of his twelve-year-old daughter. Then I described how I'd raped Sarah in the mouth. The front of Violetta's knickers was drenched now, and she was breathing in shallow gasps. When I got to the part where we double-teamed Sarah and screwed her from both ends, Violetta orgasmed with a loud yell of joy.

Then she smoothed down her skirt and recovered her composure.

"I'm so looking forward to meeting Sarah!" she enthused. "And I'll have to find a way to say thank you for this, Mr. Glover. Perhaps the two of us can go questing together, in a children's playground or a theme park."

"I'd like that," I said, sincerely. "But let's talk about today, and how we're going to play this..."

When Sarah and her father arrived, an hour later, I introduced Violetta as Miss Ribolzi, from the Royal College of Music, a good friend and esteemed colleague. "It's such a wonderful opportunity," I told Mr. Harper again. "Miss Ribolzi - Violetta - has it in her power to recommend Sarah for a scholarship. She wants to hear Sarah play, and then interview her. I assume you're okay with that?"

"Yes, of course," Mr. Harper said. He was genuinely excited about the prospect - and obviously overawed by Violetta's incredible, sensuous beauty. If he was disappointed that we weren't going straight up to the bedroom, he hid it manfully.

We went into my study instead, where Violetta charmed Sarah by taking a solemn interest in her music, and put her through her paces both with practised pieces and with scales and exercises. Sarah was happier than she'd been for weeks - no doubt it was a very welcome change to be able to sit at the piano and play rather than be taken upstairs and fucked hard!

Violetta turned to Mr. Harper at last, all smiles. "Sarah is an amazing musician," she enthused. "You must be very proud of her."

"Yes," Mr. Harper agreed, blushing. "We are. I am."

"And I understand," Violetta said, without missing a beat, "the Mr. Glover has set up a very modern training regime, taking into account Sarah's emotional development. Her... openness to sensual and erotic experiences."

Mr. Harper looked very flustered, all of a sudden, and Sarah stared at Violetta, shocked by this change of topic.

"Uhh... yes," Mr. Harper said. "We... we've been... that is..."

"I'd like to assess Sarah's performance in those areas, too," Violetta said. "If you wouldn't mind, Mr. Harper?"

Mr. Harper didn't know what to say. Finally, he just nodded. Sarah looked very scared, but Violetta took her hand and patted it reassuringly. "Nothing too strenuous, Sarah, I promise," she smiled. "Mr. Glover, please show me where your bedroom is. And, ah... I believe you said it was a queen-sized bed?"

"King-sized, Miss Rabolzi," I said.

"Even better. Lead the way."

We went upstairs together. Violetta looked to Mr. Harper, then to me. "Doesn't Sarah usually play naked?" she asked.

Mr. Harper confirmed that yes, she did.

"Then let's get her naked."

The three of us working together had Sarah out of her school uniform in under a minute. "Lovely," Violetta sighed, running her hand down Sarah's back as she appraised the little girl's slender, undeveloped body. "Quite lovely. Would you like to see me naked, too, Sarah? Here." She hitched up her skirt. "Take my knickers down, and see what I keep in there."

Sarah hesitated, looking briefly to her father in a forlorn hope of intervention. She should have known better by now. Mr. Harper was a little bemused at what was going on, but he wasn't about to upset a fellow of the Royal College of Music. "Do as you're told, Sarah," he said brusquely.

Gingerly, Sarah hauled down Violetta's knickers, and the voluptuous older woman stepped elegantly out of them. She pushed Sarah down on her knees in front of her, and then put one leg up on the bed to display her gaping cunt directly in front of the twelve-year-old's face.

"Do you know what this is, Sarah?" she asked gently.

Sarah nodded.

"What do you call yours?" Violetta demanded.

Sarah hesitated. "My suzie," she half-whispered.

Violetta chuckled. "Your suzie? I haven't heard that one before. I call mine my cunt, or my twat, or my pussy, or my fuck-hole. And that's what I'm going to call yours, too. Do you see how my cunt is different from yours?"

"It's got hairs," Sarah blurted.

"Yes it's got hairs," Violetta agreed. "They go all the way underneath, here, and around my bum, do you see? And it's got these big, fleshy lips. So it doesn't look like a little girl's cunt at all. Most men really like cunts that look like this, Sarah - but I prefer cunts like yours, that are cute and smooth and hairless. And I think your daddy and Mr. Glover do, too."

Mr. Harper didn't protest at this statement. He just blushed, furiously.

"Which do you like, Sarah?" Violetta asked.

Sarah shook her head, and looked away. She clearly had no opinions about vaginas, except that she didn't want to be staring into Violetta's at point blank distance.

Violetta reached down and gently but firmly turned Sarah's head again, squatting slightly to bring her crotch right down into the twelve-year-old's face.

"Kiss me, Sarah," she said, in a husky, sensuous voice. "Kiss my cunt. Pretend you're kissing your daddy on the cheek, and kiss me on my hole."

There was a long moment in which nobody moved or spoke or even breathed.

Sarah looked terrified.

She raised herself up, very slightly, and pressed her mouth to Violetta's parted vaginal lips.

We all heard the sound of the kiss. My cock, now fully erect, twitched in my pants. Violetta groaned in heartfelt contentment. "Oh Jesus fucking Christ!" she panted. "Again. Kiss me again, Sarah."

Sarah did, and Violetta let out a tremulous breath. She'd said that she'd been desperate for pedo sex, but I hadn't understood the strength of her lust until then. This was something she'd been building up to for a very long time.

She smiled down at Sarah now, and there was a feral glint in her eyes. "Lick the opening," she ordered the little girl. "Use your tongue on my gash. Go on."

She put her hands on the back of the little girl's head and pressed it into the fork of her legs.

Sarah did her best. Her head bobbed as she lapped at the older woman's vaginal orifice. Violetta moaned aloud. "Yes!" she gasped. "Eat me out, you little bitch!"

Mr. Harper opened his mouth as though to protest, but whatever he was about to say, he hesitated and didn't say it.

Violetta pulled away from Sarah, and turned her back on her. Pulling her skirt up higher, she squatted and presented her exquisite arse to the little girl. With both hands, she parted the cheeks.

"Now my shithole," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "Lick it."

"I... I really think..." Mr. Harper stammered. But Sarah had already buried her face in Violette's bum crack, and the older woman's gasps of ecstasy proved that some serious licking was going on back there. I'd already dropped my pants, and I was wanking my stiff cock openly. Mr. Harper watched for a while longer, then unzipped his flies and joined me.

Violetta remained in that posture for some minutes, while Sarah ate out her rectum. Then she straightened again, turned to face her young lover, and lifted her to her feet with gentle hands.

But only to push her backwards, suddenly and roughly, onto the bed. "Lie down, you little whore," she growled. She quickly stripped off the rest of her clothes, exposing her breathtaking beauty and silencing any protest that might have come from Mr. Harper: he was too busy gawping at her tits and arse to complain at her treatment of Sarah.

Violetta climbed onto the bed and straddled Sarah's face - facing down towards her feet. "Keep licking me out," she said, as she settled her weight on the little girl. "Mr. Glover, come and shag Sarah's cunt while she eats my pussy."

I stepped out of my pants and undies and crossed quickly to the bed, where I jumped on board the sex train. "Let me give you some lubrication!" Violetta panted, her eyes bright as she rode Sarah's face. I rammed my cock into her mouth and she slurped noisily on my dong.

She fellated me for a minute or two, with great relish, then pulled her head away. Our eyes met. "Rape her," Violetta growled sexily. "I want to see you rape her." I got into position and rammed my rampant hard-on into Sarah's defenceless pussy hole. The twelve-year-old gave a muffled gurgle from underneath Violettea's bouncing arse, but she was totally unable to move. All she could do was lie there and take it as I furiously pumped my big cock in and out of her child-sized slit.

Mr. Harper watched, open-mouthed, as we both took our pleasure on his little girl. He still had his cock in his hand, but he wasn't wanking now. At least, not at first. But he resumed the stroking movement gradually as Violetta presented her tits to my mouth and I suckled on them as I slam-fucked Sarah's cunt.

There was no way I was going to hold out for long. After only a few minutes of wild screwing, I threw my head back with a cry of joy and shot a huge load of sperm up Sarah's immature gash. As I pulled my cock out of her, Violetta beckoned to Mr. Harper. "Your turn!" she panted. "Fuck her. Fuck the shit out of her!"

Mr. Harper crossed the room at a run, and slammed his prick up Sarah's vagina with a grunt of bestial lust. Soon her was pumping it in and out of her with a wild urgency, as Violetta leaned forward and kissed him passionately on the lips.

They both came at the same time, Violetta literally sobbing with pleasure as she writhed and ground her pubic mound against Sarah's face.

When they got off her, the raped twelve-year-old didn't even move. Her face was shiny with Violetta's cunt-juice, and her tortured pussy was a fist-sized hole between her legs, leaking festive streamers of cum.

Violetta quickly knelt down before Mr. Harper and me. "Let me suck your cocks clean," she panted urgently. We were very happy to submit to her ministrations, and she gobbled us with lewd delight, taking our cocks so deep into her throat that her tongue caressed our balls.

"Oh God," she moaned, when she surfaced for air, "I can taste her cunt juice on you! It's so fucking hot!"

She kept on fellating our pricks until they came to full attention again. Then she begged us to fuck Sarah all over again. "I want to see you both do her at once," she moaned. "Please! Mr. Harper, it would be such a wonderful thing for me. I can't tell you how much I'd love it."

"And I don't think Sarah has had an orgasm yet," I weighed in. "We can't leave her half-satisfied, Mr. Harper."

I don't know whether it was our blandishments or his own arousal that prevailed on Mr. Harper, but he didn't demur. Sarah was lying on her back on the bed, dazed and exhausted from the abuse she'd already received. We didn't bother to get her up into the doggie position. We just got on top of her and fucked the shit out of her at both ends, switching ends from time to time so we both enjoyed her mouth and cunt. Violetta masturbated furiously as she watched us, moaning aloud in a transport of lust.

"Come in her mouth!" she cried. "I want to see you both shoot off in her mouth!"

Mr. Harper was already using that orifice, and he needed no encouragement. He clasped Sarah's head between his hands, pumping his massive hard-on deep into her throat. With a groan that was half-ecstasy and half-despair, he orgasmed. Sarah gulped and gurgled, almost drowning in the rich gouts of her daddy's spunk.

As soon as he pulled out of her, I dived onto her face and rammed home. I always enjoyed fucking Sarah in the face, and with Violetta watching, this was something of a command performance, so I really gave it all I had. It's not easy getting ten inches of cock into a twelve-year-old's throat - the angle was working against me, and so was the sheer bulk and thickness of my hard-on. But I managed it. I didn't stop pushing until my balls were on the little girl's chin. My knob was way down in her gullet, a long way past her gag point.

"Lovely!" breathed Violetta.

Sarah didn't seem to agree. She was making desperate, near-silent puking noises around my gigantic prong. Of course, there was no way she could vomit up my cock - it just stayed right where it was. I started to make love to her face with long, deep thrusts. I had more staying power than Mr. Harper, and I was able to keep up a good rhythm for about five minutes, during which time Sarah passed out twice from lack of oxygen. But she revived again each time, as soon as I withdrew my cock from her gullet.

"I think this is going a little too far," Mr. Harper observed nervously.

"It's okay, Mr. Harper," I panted. "I'm really close now."

I speeded up my thrusts, raping Sarah's oesophagus with groans of pleasure. When I came, it was like a tidal wave rushing through me. My cock shot off in Sarah's throat like a repeating rifle. This time there were no gagging or gurgling sounds. My glans was so deep in the little girl's gullet that it didn't activate her swallow reflex. I was just injecting semen directly into her stomach.

When I got off her, she rolled weakly over onto her side and coughed a lot of my spunk back up again. I was impressed by how much of it there was, given that I'd already come once.

Violetta seemed impressed too. She ran forward and jumped onto the bed, lowering her face to Sarah's so she could lick the ejaculate from her lips and face. Her gorgeous arse bobbed right in front of our faces as she fed on our cum, almost mewling in pleasure.

Sarah, almost out of it after that vicious face-fuck, made no response to this delightful intimacy.

Finally, Violetta drew a long, ragged breath and rose again from her loving labours. "Very... very... impressive," she panted, supporting her trembling hand on one of the uprights of the headboard. "Sarah definitely shows a lot of promise. I'll... I'll see what I can do about the scholarship." She looked down at the little girl we'd all been raping for about two hours now, and licked her lips slowly and lasciviously.

She glanced at me, then at Mr. Harper. "I think I should stay up here with Sarah and help her get cleaned up," she said. "It would... ah... spare her modesty. The two of you should wait for us downstairs."

"Certain,y, certainly," I agreed, and I ushered Mr. Harper out of the room.

He seemed to have some doubts over the way things had gone today, but I reassured him with a smile and a slap on the back as went down the stairs. "This has been a good day for Sarah," I said. "Her future is looking very bright now."

"I... I suppose," Mr. Harper agreed, wthout conviction.

"And next week is the last lesson of the term," I mused aloud. "We should mark the occasion, in some way."

"I just worry..." he said.

"Yes? What, Mr. Harper? What's your concern?"

He looked at me anxiously. "That we may have gone too far."

"Too far?" I stroked my chin in a parody of deep thought. "Well, it depends what you mean. Too far for the law, obviously. If anyone ever finds out what we've been doing to Sarah, then we'll all do long jail sentences for raping a minor. And I imagine that your marriage would be destroyed, too. It's hard to believe you'd ever be allowed to see Sarah again."

Mr. Harper looked haggard and appalled. "Oh god!" he gasped.

"But so long as we keep our nerve, and keep the secret," I continued blithely, "that isn't even a problem. And in terms of Sarah's personal development, I think we're making huge strides." I glanced at the ceiling. "I'll just see what's taking Miss Ribolzi so long," I said.

In my bedroom - or rather in the en suite bathroom - an amazing sight awaited me. Violetta had taken Sarah in there, presumably to get her showered and ready to go home. She'd gone so far as to stand Sarah in the bath and get the shower fitment down. But at that point, she'd yielded to her own wicked impulses.

The shower fitment in my bathroom is a stainess steel shaft about a foot long, with a very broad, bulbous head. Clearly it had reminded Violetta, as it had often reminded me, of a huge, caricatured cock with an exaggeratedly large glans. At any rate, she's got Sarah with one leg up on the edge of the bath, and was driving the shower head vigorously in and out of her cunt. Sarah was gasping and sobbing, Violetta was breathing hard, and the room was filled with sexy squelching sounds as Sarah's sperm-lubricated fuck-hole was obscenely violated.

Violetta heard my footsteps and looked up. She gave me a sheepish grin. "Sorry," she said weakly. "I couldn't resist!"

"I'm not surprised," I chuckled. I closed the door to and came over to them. "It is hard to look at that little pussy without wanting to shove something up it. And you don't have a cock."

"This is better than a cock!" Violetta panted. Certainly it was both longer and thicker than most hard-ons, and to judge from the sounds coming out of Sarah it was doing the same job a hard-on would have done extremely well. Come to think of it, those sounds were getting awkwardly loud. Unzipping my flies, I pulled out my cock, which was obligingly swelling towards another erection, and crammed it between Sarah's parted lips.

We raped the lovely twelve-year-old very pleasantly and companionably, and although I'd fed the lovely little girl a load of cum only a few minutes before, I was confident that I'd be able to enjoy another orgasm in her mouth.

But before that happy moment arrived, the door opened and Mr. Harper looked in on us. His mouth gaped open at what he was seeing. For an embarrassing moment, nobody spoke.

It was Violetta who broke the silence. "Mr. Harper," she said, gently and quietly, "we'd like a little privacy."

Mr. Harper blinked, astonished. His mouth worked in silence for a few moments. Finally he nodded.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Close the door behind you," Violetta told him.

"Yes. I... Yes."

He went out and closed the door.

We finished off without further interruption, and I think of my three orgasms that afternoon, that one was the most intense. I was sobbing with pleasure as I emptied what was left in my balls down Sarah's bruised and swollen throat.

We dumped the almost catatonic little girl down in the bathtub and kissed passionately, our tongues lasciviously entwined. When we parted, Violetta gave me a cock-hardening smile.

"I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship, Mr. Glover," she murmured throatily.

"I think you're right," I agreed.

"I have to go to the bathroom," Violetta said, in the same tone.

"We're in the bathroom," I reminded her.

"You're right," she said. "Of course we are."

She climbed into the bath, squatted down over Sarah's face and started to piss. Her bladder must have been very full. The frothing liquid sprayed Sarah's face with great force, washing away the streaks and spatters of drying sperm on her cheeks and chin. It was beautiful to watch. It reminded me of the way cats and dogs mark their territory with their urine. Violetta was marking Sarah as ours, in a very sexy way!

We were up in the bathroom for at least another hour, and we abused Sarah in a lot of different ways over that time. When she and her father finally left, we had to half-carry her to his car. She was still very weak and dazed, and in a certain amount of pain.

"What shall I tell my wife?" Mr. Harper was burbling. "How can I explain this?"

"That fall Sarah had lat week," I reminded him. "Obviously, it's still troubling her. You should tell your wife you've made her a long appointment at the osteopath's." I turned to look at Violetta. "Tomorrow?" I asked her.

She checked her diary, then returned my stare and nodded eagerly. "Tomorrow!" she confirmed.

"Tomorrow," I told Mr. Harper. "Let's say, eleven o'clock. Don't be late."

Mr. Harper, looking like a whipped puppy, nodded meekly. That remark about long prison sentences had taken all the fight out of him.

He drove away - and our last glimpse of Sarah was her pale, haunted face staring at us reproachfully out of the car's rear window. Violetta squeezed my hand happily.

"That was wonderful!" she sighed. "But next time..."

"Next time," I agreed.

"...we won't go so easy on her."

And we didn't.