Chapter 1: The Prescription

"Helen, please send in Mrs. Schultz."

A few moments later his office door opened, and the marriage counselor took a moment to appreciate the view. Jessica Schultz looked impossibly young to be a married woman. Standing barely five feet tall, she had a radiant, young complexion, small breasts and curvy hips, and beautiful blonde hair tied in juvenile braids. She wore skin-tight jeans and a cute little blouse unbuttoned nearly halfway down.

The little pixie took the seat that the marriage counselor indicated.

"Thank you for seeing me on short notice, Dr. Parker. I hope it's okay that my husband isn't here - he doesn't know I've come to see you."

"That's fine, that's fine. Counseling works best when both parties are together, but I often begin by seeing one or the other alone, at least at first."

"I'm a little embarrassed to be here." The counselor could tell that and it delighted him - the pink hue it gave her cheeks and the way she constantly looked down at her feet made her seem all the more vulnerable.

"Can you explain a little bit about why you came to see me?"

She turned a deeper shade of red, and pretended to study the books along one wall of his office. "Well... well you were recommended to me by a friend of mine -"

"Yes, Michelle Leach, she told me."

The girl nodded. "It's like this. Oh this is so difficult to talk about. Look, I've been married for 8 months and I love my husband very very much. I can't imagine life without him. Lately though he's been - well, he's been - maybe distant is the word. Like maybe he's interested in someone else or... I don't know. Maybe he's not attracted to me or whatever." She screwed up her pretty little face as if frustrated by her inability to communicate with the therapist.

Parker smiled. "Do you mind, Jessica, if I ask you a direct question? Based on your embarrassment and reading between the lines a little bit - that's sort of my job, you see - would it be fair to say that your husband - what is his name?"

"Kenny."

"That you and Kenny are not as sexually active as you used to be?"

For the first time, the woman looked him right in the eye, now with a look of wonder. "Well yes - yes that's really the problem."

"And how infrequent is infrequent?"

"Maybe once a month. You have to understand, we were really - uh, active - before we were married and maybe for two months after that. I mean like every day or more than every day. But then for about half a year, less and less, and even when we do it's not..." she began looking at her shoes again.

"Not as passionate?"

She nodded. "Does this mean he doesn't find me attractive? Or maybe - could he be seeing someone else?"

"Let's not jump to conclusions. First, it is hard to believe he wouldn't find you attractive - if you don't mind me saying, you are a lovely young woman." Parker knew he was out of line with that, but he doubted the girl was the type to become indignant at the compliment. "But I have another suspicion. May I ask - are you younger than your husband Kenny? And how did you meet?"

She nodded again and began to wonder if this therapist was some kind of mind-reader. "I'm 19 and he's 38. He was the manager of a McDonald's where I worked. It was my first job. I started working when I was -"

She suddenly stopped with another flush of embarrassment.

Parker prompted her. "You should know that anything you tell me is completely confidential. It is hard to shock a marriage therapist." He smiled, and so did she.

"I started working when I was 15. We hit it off right away. He told me I drove him crazy in my uniform, if you can believe that. We started - ah, being intimate -"

"I want you to use the word 'fucking' - it is more natural and you need to be uninhibited when you discuss these events."

With effort, she complied. The vulnerable ones always complied, and Parker began to wonder if perhaps she had been sexually molested at some point. "We started fucking" (her voice dropped in volume at the word) "like 2 weeks after I started there. We would do it mostly after work in one of the bathrooms or in his car. Once I got to be 18 we started dating more openly. It was really fun, really hot sneaking around and finding places to - to fuck each other. He proposed and I thought we would always be like that, you know?"

Parker nodded, shifting in his seat a little to maneuver his erection into a more comfortable location. "I don't believe your husband is cheating on you, but can you tell me why you think he might be? Other than that he is ignoring you in bed, I mean?"

She shook her head. "It's mostly that. One day when he was at a ballgame with his friends I spent like an hour on his computer - he doesn't know I know his email password - and I made sure there were no emails from women or anything. I checked his browser history and he never goes to any webmail sites." She shrugged her shoulders.

"If he's smart, he can avoid leaving evidence, but I'm glad to hear you found no incriminating evidence."

"Well -" Then said nothing for a very long time, her face working through a series of rather comical facial expressions. "Well, he does surf porn, which isn't that unusual I guess, but it bothered me because it means he's still interested in sex."

"Did you visit any of the links?"

"Sure, just your basic porn."

"Are you sure there wasn't a particular theme?"

She looked baffled - not knowing at all what he meant by that. He elaborated. "Look, I've told you I'm working on a theory. I know men, and I know marriages. I am going to guess that the porn sites he was looking at had names like Barely Legal, First Time Teens, Defloration, stuff involving students with teachers, daddies with daughters - stuff like that?"

The young wife put a hand to her mouth and gasped a bit.

"Let me make another prediction. You have beautiful blonde hair, but tied in pigtails, a very unusual style for a woman your age. Does Kenny ask you to wear it like that?"

Eyes wide, she nodded, perhaps sensing what he was driving at.

"I'm going to put it to you straight, Jessica. I think your husband is an ephebophile, possibly, or a pedophile, more likely."

The first diagnosis elicited a quizzical stare, the second, another hand to the mouth.

"An ephebophile is a person who is sexually aroused by teenagers, or girls just entering puberty. A pedophile is -"

"You think Kenny is a sicko?"

At this Parker laughed. He quickly apologized. "I don't mean to laugh, I'm sorry, but that is a common response from those outside the profession of psychology. The truth is, research has shown that nearly 35% of all men are pedophiles." He studied her face hoping she would swallow that bullshit statistic, and noticed her nodding.

"Pedophilia happens to be frowned upon in our society, but think about it. Even beautiful adult models and actresses are considered most beautiful when their faces have child-like features. Large eyes. Light freckles. Perfect complexion. Lustrous hair. We value women with tiny waists and low body weights. Men are hard wired to find teenage and preteen girls especially attractive.

"Many men can cover this up with a healthy attraction to adult women as well, but in many ways your husband is simply responding quite naturally. In fact, it is easy to feel sorry for his plight. He no doubt loves you very deeply, and he wants to be sexually attracted to you, but he doesn't know how to be. He dresses you in young clothes, asks you to wear a juvenile hairstyle - proof that he is trying very much to be there for you."

The woman was not good at hiding her emotions - she looked suddenly struck by a thought, a burst of insight, but an insight she didn't know how to deal with. "My God, I just remembered."

"What is it?"

"No, this is too - it is too weird!" She covered her face in her hands and Parker wondered if she was sobbing. If so, she recovered quickly. "The last time - I remember this clearly. I remember the last time, two months ago, where we had really passionate sex - and two days in a row. I remember it because I was sure we were okay then, you know? I thought we were back like we used to be."

"But it was only those two times."

"Yes."

"And what triggered that passion, do you think?" She seemed lost for how to put it into words. "Trust me, Jessica, this could be important."

"It was - oh God - it was the weekend my sister went on an anniversary trip with her husband, and they - they left Eleanor with us." She squeezed her eyes shut as if the action might somehow alter reality. "Eleanor is my 7-year old niece."

Parker nodded. "Well that makes perfect sense. Your husband was probably very aroused by your niece - is she a pretty girl? - and he was probably thinking of her while he was fucking you."

She just stared at him, shocked less by what he said than by the matter-of-fact way in which he said it. "Then there's no hope for us, is there?"

Parker laughed again. "Jessica, let me ask you: do you love him? His pedophilia shouldn't change that: I've already told you that many men are pedophiles and that all men sexually value youth."

She nodded again. "Yes I really do. I can't imagine living without him. But I can't turn back to being 15. And it's only going to get worse, isn't it?"

"The solution is right in front of you. Believe me, not all marital problems I deal with are easy to solve, but in your case, the solution is really rather simple. In fact, in many ways you are much better off than most women in unhappy marriages: you know exactly what turns him on. Rather than being afraid of that - use it to your advantage!"

She looked mystified.

"Here, hand me your credit card. I'm going to fill a prescription for you."

She hesitated briefly, then picked up her purse and located her card. She handed it to him.

"I've written this prescription many times before. In fact, once I saw how effective it was, I began investing in a number of web sites. I'm going to put your information in for one of them right now. Have you ever heard of child modeling sites?"

She shook her head in the negative.

"I'm guessing your husband hasn't either, or you'd have found them in his browser history. I'm going to sign you up for a site called Little Runaways. I want you to go home and tell Kenny you've bought him a present and that you want him to enjoy it and not feel any shame about it. Trust me, you'll know exactly what to do."

"Are you sure about this? Is it legal?"

"This particular site is legal, yes, but it is also what I consider to be the low dose medicine for your marital issues. It will be necessary to increase the dose over time. Never mind what I mean by that right now. First we have to bait the hook as it were."

Chapter 2: The First Dose

At first the experiment was a big failure. She tried to present the website subscription as a gift to him, but he reacted badly - first with embarrassment and humiliation, then anger. Later that turned to suspicion - as if she had the FBI waiting outside in a van. It was frustrating for Jessica, because she knew the therapist had been right - if he could just get over his embarrassment. At last she told him, "Look, you can keep the account or get rid of it, it is up to you. I'm going to go out and pick up a few things - I'll be back in an hour." Then she leaned up and kissed him, and said the words that saved her marriage. "You know, I didn't just get this for you. Little girls turn me on too."

That was a lie - at least, she had never thought about little girls one way or the other, but she was willing to learn. She picked up her keys and opened the door to the garage and stole a glance back at him, and the anger or embarrassment on his face was replaced by a look of confusion or awe - and there was a bulge in his pants.

When she came home he emerged sheepishly from their bedroom - where the computer was - and the bulge was still there in his pants. As he helped her put away the groceries, he said softly, "Did you really mean what you said before? What you said right before you left?"

She looked up at him and smiled. She bit her lower lip with her teeth - she knew he liked that - and twisted the end of her blonde pigtail like a nervous preteen. She nodded, staring at him with her big blue eyes. "I sure did." Her heart was pounding.

He looked down at the ground. She had never seem him so nervous - one of the reasons she loved him was that he was twice her age and was always in command of their relationship. "Do you want to - do you want to look at the site together?"

"I sure do... have you been checking it out?" He nodded. "Is it hot? Are there lots of hot little girls on there? Does it make you want to fuck them?" She closed the distance between them. "Does it make you want to grab their little pigtails and pull their faces against yours?" She reached up and kissed him. He was nodding. "Does it make you want to show them your cock?" She reached down and grabbed his bulge. He was rock hard and huge - another reason why she loved him. "I think that's so hot, Kenny, so hot."

He grabbed her roughly, the way she loved, and squeezed her ass. When they first started dating, he was always pawing at her ass. She was pretty sure he had been screwing a couple of other girls at work then, too, and also had a regular girlfriend that she never met, and Jessica was pretty sure it was the day she gave up her ass to him that sealed the deal. He had told her once that none of his other girlfriends had let him assfuck them even once, much less the majority of the time.

They were kissing, pawing at each other. Jessica could feel her panties get sopping wet. She always got wet easily, but she hadn't had the chance to get this wet in a long time. She opened her thighs and pressed her cunt against his thigh, humping his leg as she kissed him. He was closing his eyes and she wondered who he was picturing. She realized that Dr. Parker was absolutely right. It didn't matter who he was imagining as long as he was making love to her.

"God Jessy, I want to fuck you right now right here on the fucking floor. You are so fucking hot. I didn't know you were such a little slut. I knew you liked to fuck, but goddamn!"

He knew how much she liked to be called slut. The word always went straight to her clit. He felt her grinding against him.

"Come on, show me your new present." She led him by the hand into the bedroom. He pulled off his shirt and shorts and sat down at the computer desk. She stood behind him, rubbing his neck and shoulders, running her hands along his v-shaped torso. As he navigated through the member log in screens, she unzipped her jeans and stepped out of them. She pulled off her top and bra, though now she understood why he never seemed all that interested in her breasts, pretty as they were. Then she stripped off her panties, feeling her clit engorge again as she felt the cool air of the room touch her nakedness.

"I've got to show you this one set." He was clicking through the folders as if, in an hour, he had memorized the layout of the whole website. Jessica was suddenly struck by how offended she would have been yesterday at being shown a child modeling website like this, and now it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to be looking at. It didn't bother her at all, and it made him so very, very happy. That was obvious with a glance at his boxers - the tent in his crotch was enormous!

"Look at her. Do you like her?"

He clicked an image into full-screen mode. It was an adorable young thing, about 9 years old, sitting on a swing. Her eyes were huge, her nose tiny, her mouth open wide in a smile. She had thin blond hair, pulled into ponytails both left and right, tied in place with neon pink ribbons. She looked Scandinavian. Her body was skinny, but her calves her round and athletic. She was wearing a loose blue skirt that came down to mid-thigh and a tight pink tank top with spaghetti straps over her bare shoulders.

"Yeah, she's a real cutie. Is that what you like?"

"Well sure... she kind of could be you as a kid, don't you think?"

"I think I'm going to take that as a compliment."

He laughed. "Look at these." He slowly clicked through the set. The images became less innocent and more obviously pornographic. In one she was sitting on a park bench with her knees up so that her skirt fell down around her legs, revealing pink panties. In the next she had widened her knees, enough to show the panties stretched tightly across her crotch.

Sensing his nervousness and hesitation, she said, "Mmmmmm... that's awesome... you can almost see her nasty little slit!" He began clicking further, pausing a longer time at a picture of the little blondie from behind, with her upper body inserted into a tire swing. Her skirt was trapped in the tire, giving a perfect view of her panty-covered ass and her soft, pretty legs hanging down. The set ended with the little beauty wetly licking an ice cream cone.

"Show me some more," Jessica prompted, pressing herself against his shoulder. He opened up another set, now a younger girl about 7 years old. The first shot was taken from behind with her standing in front of a bathroom mirror wearing yellow panties and a white t-shirt. She had long brown hair and a tiny little body. She was brushing her teeth. "Look at that adorable little ass," Kenny said.

The next was a close up of her face. She was missing one of her incisors. In the next she was draped in a towel, apparently naked, running the bathwater. A few more pictures of her laughing, squirting bubble bath soap into the tub. Then a picture of her in the tub, face smiling, hair tangly and wet, water line just barely hiding her nipples but showing her soft shoulders and the top of her flat little girl chest. Tantalizingly, one leg was up out of the water resting on the edge of the tub so that the viewer could see all the way up her pretty little thigh. In the next picture she was positioned backside up, with most of her pretty back out of the water covered at the top by her wet hair. Her adorable, tiny little ass was also partly out of the water, with the top of her crack visible.

Jessica moved around in front of him, guiding the desk chair backwards. She motioned him to lift up his hips so she could slide down her boxers. His erection popped out, thick and hard and veiny and stiff as she had ever seen it. "Mmmmm, daddy, it is so big" she said, kneeling and leaning forward to take the enormous cock into her hungry wet mouth. She heard him moan in pleasure, then resume clicking through images as he wriggled his hips up against her face.

She slid wetly off of his erection. "Mmmmm, daddy, I'm your little girl... your little baby slut. I love your cum daddy, love it when you make me swallow it. I love how you use your little baby slut. Fuck my little face daddy, fuck it hard!" She took it back in and he obliged, ramming his dick roughly against the back of her throat. Her head was knocking against the edge of the desk, but she didn't care. It was so good to know he still loved her, still wanted her, even if this was how it had to be. She started frigging her clit with her left hand, pleasing his shaft and balls with her right.

He was still clicking away, images of pretty little girls fueling his lust. Little blondes, little brunettes, little red heads. Innocent little virgins dressed in provocative clothes, sucking lollipops, spreading legs, thrusting asses up. Skirts flipped up, shorts unbuttoned at the top, spaghetti straps falling off of shoulders, t-shirts rising up exposing belly buttons. Panties stretched tightly across fat little crotches, forming cameltoes, not quite covering vulvas, not quite covering ass cheeks. Little cracks peeking above swim suits. Girls with knee high socks, white tights, garter belts. Third graders with towels wrapped around wet, naked bodies. Children on all fours, lying on beds with limbs splayed wide. Young tramps with tiny asses thrust backward looking back over their shoulders with tiny mouths hanging open.

Then the clicking stopped and he grabbed Jessica's pigtails. "Yes little girl, you're daddy's nasty little girl. Suck that cock you little slut! Just like you suck off all your teachers at school, the bus driver, the principal. You can't get enough cock, can you you little whore? Little baby whore! Fuck yes you little slut!" She could barely keep up as his cockhead mercilessly pounded the back of her throat and unleashed jets of thick cum into her mouth. It was even harder to concentrate when her own orgasm ripped through her and she felt her hands soak with her squirting cum. She was a squirter, but only when it was really good, and it was really good now.

As his cum finally slowed down, she reached her fingers under his balls and pushed up gently against his prostrate knowing how much he loved that. She was rewarded with two further ejaculations, and ones that she could properly savor.

"God, Jessy, that felt like a gallon of cum. Oh man, baby, come up here." They cuddled together for a few moments, then he playfully smacked her pert little butt. She turned around and looked at the screen. Pretty redhead, about 8-years old, on her knees, looking up at the camera with her mouth wide open and her tongue extended out just a bit over her thick lower lip. Jessica felt thoroughly and completely satisfied.

Chapter 3: Upping The Dose

On Dr. Parker's advice, she went to see him again 3 weeks later. He explained that Kenny was not going to be satisfied with one website. Jessica told him that they had already signed up at a second site called Lithuanian Littles.

Dr. Parker had frowned at that, in part because it was a competitor. "That's not what I mean," he told her. "Of course variety is important, and I'm sure there's plenty of pretty little girls on that site too. But what I mean is that he will need more explicit material."

"It is more explicit actually. The girls on the Lithuanian site are sometimes in thongs, and sometimes will even have a nipple accidentally showing, which really gets Kenny going."

Parker looked annoyed. "That's still not going to be enough, trust me. If you want to maintain your marriage you're going to have to step up your game a bit. I'm in partnership with another venture that we call the PTProject. Unlike the Runaways site, this one is not legal at all. So it is more expensive and requires extensive security. And I promise you, Kenny will never think about leaving you when you are in control of this."

He handed her a flash drive. "This drive has two programs on it, one called Connect and one called Disconnect. Run the Connect program. This will install a series of encryption protocols on your machine and will also arrange for a transfer payment of $1500 from your bank account on a yearly basis until you run the Disconnect program. I realize this is a steep price but you have my 100% satisfaction guarantee. After the installation, you will be asked to enter a password. You can tell it to Kenny or not, it is up to you. It will also install a shortcut on your desktop. Whenever you click the shortcut and enter the appropriate password - assuming you are paid in full - you will enter the PTProject and have access to an enormous number of files that will make that Lithuanian site look like something Catholic nuns might have produced.

"The Connect program also erases itself after installation. The Disconnect program, as you might expect, completely removes all traces of the PTProject from your machine. So don't run it unless you are done with it. But that's what will give you complete power over Kenny's affections. Once he sees this PTProject, he will never want to live without it, and if he pisses you off or stops being a wonderful husband, you're a click away from revenge."

Jessica had left his office with mixed feelings. The expense, the illegality, the explicit realization that she might one day have to blackmail Kenny to keep loving her all seemed wrong. But on the other hand, the last three weeks had been absolutely incredible, and even if Kenny was picturing little girls in his mind it really did seem like their love had deepened and was genuine. He was more helpful around the house and attentive, more complimentary of her appearance, more into going out and just being together. And both of them stayed horny all the time.

By the time she got home, it didn't seem like a difficult decision. She had the Disconnect program; she could always turn it off if it wasn't working for them. The prospect of things getting even better was just too good to pass up. And while the $1500 would hurt, they could afford it.

She picked a day when Kenny was working to set it up. It ended up taking a lot longer than she expected, with 3 reboots of the machine during the installation process and a delay while the funds were transferred. Her mood swung wildly during the process, from serious cold feet to horniness so distracting that she had to frig off. Her mind was in overdrive wondering what the files would be like. It seemed obvious that the PTProject would include pictures of nude children, but she had no idea how explicit it might be.

Amusingly, the program created a shortcut on her desktop called Tax Return Data. That made sense - if anyone clicked that, they would be taken to a password login screen and would assume the owners of the computer had intelligently restricted access to tax information.

At last she was in. First she had to agree to several terms of service, a lot of which she didn't understand or read carefully. Basically it seemed to boil down to: whatever happens in the PTProject stays in the PTProject. There was information about contributing to the Project as well, which apparently could result in lower fees and the earning of points to some kind of higher level of access. That worried her a little - she had already surrendered $1500, and it better earn her some kind of access.

Once she entered the password, the program launched some kind of customized browser with two panels. On the left was some kind of navigation panel, and on the right was a large area that was apparently the landing page for KennyJessyMF, a username that had been automatically generated from the account data she had entered during the installation process. There were a bunch of blank tabs, labeled MyProfile, MyPrivateFiles, MySharedFiles, MyFavorites, and MyOptions. The three middle tabs had blank areas taken up by the PTProject logo, which was the silhouette of a man with oversized erection pointing at the head of a ponytailed little girl who came up only that high.

Jessica began to explore the navigation area. Apparently its primary purpose was to search for other users. She checked a box labeled "RecentLogins" and a list of clickable user names was immediately generated. They were all real first names, mostly male names with numbers after them, but also doubled names that were apparently couples, like her user name. Only a few of the user names had MF at the end, like hers. Most had MFg, MFgg, Mg, Mgg, or variations.

She clicked on Arthur03Mg. The right side of the screen shifted to Arthur's profile page. There was a picture girl on a man's lap. The girl looked to be about 10 years old, Caucasian, with deep set brown eyes and an unhappy look on her face. She was naked, though the picture only captured her from the belly button up. Her chest was flat with rib cage barely showing. The man was pinching one of her tiny brown nipples. The man sported a goatee, might have been in his 30s, but was mostly out of view.

Next to the picture was a description. The pair was listed as being from Melbourne, Australia, and the girl's birthday was provided - she was indeed a little over 10. According to the description, her name was Becky and she was Arthur's foster care daughter. Under hobbies, Arthur's were listed as sailing, fishing, going to the beach, and girl watching. Becky's were listed as sucking cock, swallowing cum, licking ass, getting fucked in all holes, and being a fuck whore.

Jessica felt her emotions cycling again from revulsion to anticipation. She had visions of herself immediately running the Disconnect program and demanding her money back from Dr. Parker one minute, and visions of Kenny happily fucking her brains out after trying out the PTProject the next minute.

With some nervousness, she clicked on the tab marked Arthur03Mg's Files. There were a number of folders, but 5 of them were greyed out slightly. The other, called MyDarlingBecky, seemed to be clickable. She clicked it.

The browser switched into a full-screen slideshow mode. The first image showed Becky in the middle of a queen-size bed, naked except for what looked like a pair of diapers! She was holding a baby's rattle in one hand and was sucking on a large pacifier. In the next image she was lying down on her back with her legs spread-eagled and her arms stretched out. Her legs were skinny, with bony kneecaps, and her belly was slightly rounded, with a deep belly button. Her skin seemed stretched thin over her ribs and her nipples were tiny and light-colored.

In the next picture her pose was almost the same but the diapers were opened revealing her childish vulva. The outer mound was fat and her labia lips were wrinkled and poking out from her vaginal cleft where her clitoris was. In the next picture her knees were lifted up slightly, thighs still spread, with the saliva-wet pacifier sticking into her vagina.

In the next picture the 10-year old was holding her knees back up to her chest, lewdly displaying her crotch with pacifier slowly sliding out of her cunt. Her eyes looked vacant, maybe a little terrified, and strands of her pretty brown hair fell across her face.

In the next picture she was stretched across a naked man's lap, presumably Arthur's. Her face was out of frame, but most of her naked body was visible, ass up. In the next picture the man was reaching between her legs and it looked like he might be fucking her with the pacifier.

In the next his hand was on her tight little butt. Her legs were kicking up in the air as if she were reacting to a hard spanking. Indeed, over the next several images, the girl's tiny little ass went from skin-colored to pink to red.

In the next series of images the little girl was on hands and knees, ass facing the camera. The man was on the bed next to her, sometimes astride her, occasionally his erect cock was in view. Jessica's heart was beating hard now as she began to get a sense just how graphic the images in the PTProject could be. She stared almost in disbelief at the next few images which showed the man pulling open the girl's ass cheeks and even pussy lips, lewdly displaying the child's holes to the camera. The girl's fat vulva and thin labial lips were glistening, but Jessica doubted in the extreme that it was from the child's arousal. More likely the man was applying spit or other lubricant.

Several more images of Becky in this position, here being finger-fucked in the ass, there being finger-fucked in her vagina. In several photos the man's head was blocking the view of her ass as though he were tonguing one or the other of her holes from behind.

Jessica looked down at an indicator in the upper right of the slideshow - it read "Image 33 of 289". Over the next 11 images the man was standing on the bed behind her but above her inserting his penis into her baby cunt doggy style. The scene was incredibly lewd as it showed her tight young cunt stretched wide to accommodate his adult erection. Jessica felt a twinge of lust building as she admired Arthur's heavy ball sac. It reminded her of Kenny's.

Images 52 and 53 showed the child's pussy oozing glistening white cum. Image 54 abruptly switched to a picture of Becky naked, sitting on what looked to be a kitchen chair, photographed from above. In the next a thick cockhead was touching her lips. Jessica saw several more pictures of the child giving the man a blow job, struggling to fit the enormous cock head into her sweet young mouth.

Before she got caught up in this next scene, she backed her way out of the slideshow. She tried one of the greyed folders, but was informed that she had not earned enough points in her account to view this folder. She was instructed to upload content or arrange a transfer of funds to buy the points.

She decided to check out more of the site's features. She clicked on the tab labeled Arthur03Mg's Favorites, and was shown a fairly long list of other usernames. Some were grayed out, but most were clickable. She selected the username RobertJanieTinaMgg, and was taken to another profile page. This was Robert from Edina, Minnesota, the widowed father of two girls, Janie and Tina, ages 13 and 7. The profile emphasized that the girls were Robert's natural-born daughters. Under hobbies, both girls were listed as "Pleasing my daddy and my uncle in every way possible."

Under RobertJanieTinaMgg's Files were several clickable folders. In BoundaryWatersCampingTrip was a slideshow of a typical family vacation. At least the first few images were of father and girls in canoes, hiking, setting up a tent, etc. The girls were stunningly pretty. The older one was tall and lean with long blonde hair and huge brown eyes. She had an amazing little figure - lean, with rounded hips and budding breasts. Several pictures made it clear she wasn't wearing a bra, nipples indenting her thin t-shirt atop firm young tits. She wore cutoff denim shorts exposing her thin, athletic, coltish legs. The younger daughter was a pint-sized version of her teenage sister, but looked all tomboy with a short blonde haircut and sparking, mischievous eyes. This one was wearing a similar outfit, except that her top exposed her midriff completely.

After a few pictures of girls on a hiking trail, there was a picture taken of the two girls from behind approaching a white van. The older girl's ass was becoming womanly, and the very bottom of her cheeks were actually visible poking out of the shorts. (Jessica couldn't help thinking this photo series was made for Kenny.) In the next picture the girls stood at the back of the van with rear doors open, the older girl winking at the camera and the younger one with hands on hip and hip jutting out to one side with a come hither look on her impish face.

Now a series of pictures inside the van looking down a man's lean body toward his erection and toward two beautiful little smiling, childish faces resting chins on his thighs. Now little hands, one prepubescent, one nubile, cupping testicles or tickling the underside of his throbbing cock!

Suddenly Jessica felt a wave of shock pass through her body, so that she almost fainted. A memory dancing at the edge of her consciousness, insidious, visible-yet-invisible like a word on the tip of one's tongue. Something she never thought about - actively tried never to think about - finally came back to her. When she was 9 and 10 years old herself she had been a competitive gymnast, and her parents had entrusted her to a coach of a club gymnastics team. She had been his star pupil. For a year or more he was her special project, and there were many weekend trips to gymnastics meets all over the state or in neighboring states.

Many times her parents could go, but many times it was just her and Coach Baker driving in his white van. Staying overnight in hotels. She remembered how the hotel rooms always had two queen-sized beds, but the two of them only ever used one. How he used to send her to bed after her shower, and then he would wash up and climb into bed with her fresh from the shower without bothering to put anything on. How he used to cuddle her, maybe fighting with himself to leave her alone, feeling her young athletic body, her soft childish skin. Losing the fight against himself, pressing his erection up against the cheeks of her ass.

How he would begin to rub against her, cockhead against her panty-clad ass, his hands roaming over her young legs, soft belly, under her shirt, over her nipples. How he would lean forward and nibble her neck, kiss her earlobe, and make the strangest, tortured sound in his throat right before he stopped moving and she felt a warm wetness soak her panties and creep up under her shirt against her young back.

Eventually Coach Baker became more bold with her. She could remember so many times lying naked in some strange hotel room, legs spread, with a fifty year old man's head in her crotch, hungrily lapping at her hairless cunt while he rutted his erection against the hotel sheets. Usually he would cum like that, masturbating against the sheets, while he licked her pussy. Sometimes he would rise up and hover over her, roughly stroking his thick penis, staring intensely at her pretty little pussy and chest. And then he would release, and she would watch in fascination as he spilled his white fluid on her thighs and stomach.

Usually he would go to sleep like that almost immediately and she would clean herself off in the hotel bathroom. One time she could remember him crawling up next to her, smiling, running his fingers through his own sperm and sliding it into the crevice of her vagina. Jessica wondered now, for the first time, what he was thinking as he was doing that.

She never told anyone, and was never all that much bothered by it, really. He never hurt her physically, and he was a great teacher and fun to be around. Sometimes his cunnilingus was too intense for her and it almost hurt, but sometimes it felt good. Not like it would feel later, after she became a bit of a sex-crazed teen with Kenny and her other boyfriends, but good enough that she started to look forward to those trips when her parents couldn't join them.

Funny now to think of it! How anticlimactically it all ended. She had injured her knee badly at practice one day, and she and her parents decided that it was time to move on from gymnastics and do other things. That was it. Just like any kid and her coach, they saw each other routinely for two years and never saw each other again. When she got older and understood for the first time that he had in fact stepped way over the line and taken advantage of her, rather than face that and re-evaluate what kind of guy Coach Baker was, she basically just stopped thinking about him, or about her childhood sexual history.

But now - in light of what Dr. Parker had told her - maybe no re-evaluation was necessary. Parker had said that most men, or at least a lot of men, were pedophiles, and Parker at least seemed to think that kind of behavior was perfectly normal. Kenny wasn't a freak, he was normal. Same with Coach Baker. Same with this widowed father of Janie and Tina (whose slide show was now chronicling the depth with which he was able to insert his erection in the rectum of his 7-year old). Same with Arthur03.

And another realization - Jessica's panties were soaked again. The slideshow of this intergenerational van fuck was mingling with memories of her earliest sexual arousal experiences and with images of how much her husband would delight in the PTProject - and it was getting to her. It didn't seem possible that she too was becoming a pedophile - can women even be pedophiles? She would have to ask Dr. Parker. Whatever the case, she felt compelled to squeeze her hand into her shorts and press her fingers against her clit.

At first she thought she would just tease herself and wait for Kenny to come home. But the slideshow proved to be too much for her. The last image was of a smiling, proud little Tina, lying on her back, knees up, with cum splattered across her stomach and chest. Her smiling 13-year old sister was in the frame next to her, pretty face propped up on one hand as she lied on her elbow, fingers of the other hand tracing patterns on the girl's stomach through the slimy residue of their dad's perverted lust. Jessica almost hurt herself with the ferocity of her own self-inflicted orgasm, as her stomach and cunt muscles contracted achingly as waves of electric pleasure buffeted the young wife's body.