As Trevor eased into the rush hour traffic, he was acutely aware that Michelle had not spoken a word since they had left Mark's house.

As far as the middle aged teacher was concerned, the past few hours had been the most thrilling sexual experience of his life, but he knew that without Michelle's willing participation, his new arrangement with Mark & Bryony would be a thing of the past before it had even it started.

As he began to contemplate his own options, Michelle broke the silence.

"So, I'm your pussy am I Mr Daniels"?

Trevor made no reply until he caught his wife's eye and the two of them began laughing as hard as they had done so in years.

Once he had finally composed himself, he turned his head slightly and winked at the well preserved, middle aged brunette that had been his wife for what seemed like for ever.

"Always have been Mrs Daniels."

"Always have been" he repeated.

Michelle's own smile was replaced with a slight frown and her voice was a little more distant now.

"Jesus Trev what the fuck are we getting into here"?

Trevor's immediate thought was to elaborate that they were getting into the knickers of a beautiful, six year old blonde, but he realised that this was a piviotal moment and that his wife needed reassurance and understanding.

"Miche I know it's crazy" he said.

"But let me just ask you one question."

It was Michelle's turn to glance at her husband.

"Go ahead."

"Forget the fact that she is a six year old kid" Trevor continued.

"Did you enjoy her"? Trevor asked, now mimicking the serious, softer tone of his wife.

Michelle remained silent for maybe thirty seconds or so, but when she replied Trevor could hear his wife's voice trembling.

"I loved her Trev."

"Absolutely loved her."

Trevor smiled lovingly at his spouse.

"So what's the problem then lover"? he asked in a more upbeat tone.

Again Michelle fell silent, before answering.

"The problem, as you put it, is not that she is a six year old kid, it's that I loved the fact that she's a six year old kid"

Trevor swallowed hard as he realised that, with careful handling, he may be about to embark on a full scale pedo adventure with his wife.

"I feel the same Miche."

"I think Bryony is sexy and beautiful and all those good things, but every time I think about her age I just want to fuck the arse off her."

For a moment, Trevor thought he may have gone too far, so he began backtracking.

"Love, I don't mean that I would fuck her or that I would hurt her in any."

Michelle reached out and put her fingers on her husbands arms and then hushed him before he could finish his sentence.

"Trev you don't have to tell me those things" she said kindly.

"Would it help if I told you that I want to watch you fucking the little slut's brains out"?

Trevor's voice lowered into a rasp as he answered his wife's incredible question.

"Only if you want me to fuck your brains out the moment we get in the house."

It was Michelle's turn to laugh.

"Now that would be a bonus" she giggled.

"Trev I'm serious about this."

"I'm sure she is a really good kid and I think I probably want to know her a bit better as you do, but the way I feel right now is she is a six year old slut that takes her knickers down for anyone that wants her"

Michelle smiled broadly again as she added.

"Oh and of course from what I've seen of her so far, the little whore seems intent on stealing my man."

Trevor tapped his wife on her bare arm.

"Never going to happen Michelle Daniels" he said.

"You are the only woman for me."

Michelle knew her husband well enough to catch on to his hidden agenda.

"The only woman leaving Bryony as the only child you mean"

Both husband and wife were laughing in unison again as Trevor responded.

"Exactly" he said, as though he had presented a conclusive argument.

Michelle picked up on the now playful mood in the car.

"Is she though"?

"Is she what sweetheart"? Trevor questioned.

"Is she the only child you have had"?

"Jesus Miche, what do you take me for"? Trevor asked in mock indignance.

"So you never did anything with Megan"?

Trevor was taken aback at the mention of his now adult daughter, so he took a few moments to reply.

"Nope never."

"How come"? Michelle responded immediately.

The mood changed around yet again and it was Trevors turn to become slightly more sombre.

"Honestly"? he asked.

"Of course honestly" Michelle replied.

"Because I thought if I ever got caught I would lose you."

Michelle smiled broadly at the implications of her husbands reply.

"I wish you had Trev."

"Wished I had"?

Trevor posed the question in a half whisper and he could feel himself growing hard as Michelle began talking again.

"I wish you had played with Meg's little pussy"

"I wish you had played with her and then made me eat her sweet baby cunny just as I just did with Bryony""

Michelle could feel her pussy moistening as she spoke.

"Trev I have another question for you to answer honestly."

The middle aged brunette did not wait for her husbands assent.

"What about Sara"?

An image of their six year olds granddaughters face came flooding into Trevor's mind as the question left his wife's lips and it stayed there during Michelle's follow up question.

"Do you fancy her"?

Trevor hoped beyond hope that this was heading in the direction he so wanted.

"Yes Miche."

"I fancy her."

Michelle ran her fingertips over the swollen outline of Trevor's cock as it pushed up against his trousers.

"I think I do to" she said, as she felt for her husbands erection.

Once they were inside the house, Trevor made good on his promise from the car journey and he fucked his wife with an intensity that both of them imagined was consigned to their more active past.

Standing up from the floor of their wide hallway, Michelle announced that she needed to take a shower and she disappeared upstairs leaving her husband spent and happy on the carpet, before he too moved upstairs to their bedroom.

After having waved his new friends off, Mark closed his front door and immediately took bryony into his arms, before sitting with her in their living room.

"Did you have fun this afternoon princess"?

Bryony's reply came with all the disarming honesty of her age.

"I liked it daddy" she said.

"I liked it too little one."

As Mark spoke, he began tickling his daughter.

"I liked it especially when Michelle had her tongue up that beautiful little pussy of yours"

Bryony's breath was coming in huge spasms as she tried to resist her father's tickling and she barely heard him as he repeated the same question over and over.

"Did you like her licking you"?

"Did you like her licking you"?

"Did you like her licking you"?

Mark placed his daughter on the floor and began kissing her tummy and blowing raspberries on Bryony's smooth flesh.

Moving his head away, he asked again.

"Well did you"?

Bryony squealed before answering.

"She was very soft daddy."

"Soft"? Mark queried.

"Just softer than you and Mr Daniels I mean" Bryony replied.

"Oh is that what you mean."

As Mark was speaking he was gently pulling his daughters jeggings and knickers down her legs, so that by the time the words were out of his mouth, the whole of the six year olds lower body was exposed to him..

Although he loved the thin perfection of her legs and the taut, smoothness of her tummy, Mark had his attention in only one area and his eyes focused solely on the rounded mound of Bryony's preteen cunny.

Dipping his head downwards, Mark spoke gently.

"So I can't be soft"?

Mark flicked his tongue out so that the tip barely made contact with the tiny crack that formed a tight groove between his daughters cunt lips.

"I can't be gentle" he said as his lips made a whisper of his kiss on the child's pussy mound.

"Maybe that's because I want this delicious little cunt of yours too much"

Mark used his bottom lip to push at Bryony's most intimate parting and as the two halves of her preteen snatch parted, he buried his tongue as far inside his daughter's tiny opening as he could.

Over and over again, the young father used his tongue, mouth and lips to feast on the six year old pussy that Bryony was willingly offering to him.

Pausing only briefly, Mark spoke quickly to the child, before he plunged the tip of his tongue back into her little pink cunny slit.

"Talk to me princess."

Bryony closed her eyes as she felt the pleasant, tickly sensations that her daddy was causing in and around her sweet honeypot. As she lay back, she tried to remember all the things Mark had been teaching her over the past few weeks.

"Lick my pussy please daddy."

"Lick my little cunt."

"I'm your princess."

"Lick my pussy please."

As she was speaking, Bryony was remembering the other lessons that she had been taught recently. Lessons none of her little friends would know or understand. The young blonde began raising and lowering her hips, so that her young cunny was alternately pushed hard against her father lips and tongue before being drawn away again.

Bryony felt her father grasp hold of her hips so that the next time she rotated her hips towards him, her father's tongue slipped as deeply as was possible into the groove of her baby sex. In Bryony's mind, her preteen snatch was filled entirely with her daddy's tongue and she knew that she was pleasing him.

The six year old continued talking softly in her gentle, high pitched song of a voice.

"I like you licking me daddy."

"I'm your special little girl."

"I'm your princess."

Although she was only repeating the instructions she had been taught, Bryony loved the notion that her daddy was pleased with her, while Mark loved the sound of her childish voice saying such incredibly adult things.

It was a game that the two of them were playing with increasing regularity, so each of them knew exactly what was coming next.

Mark drew away from the baby cunt that he had now covered in a light sheen of moisture, so that Bryony's puffy little mound glistened under the light.

"What do you want me to do now princess"? he asked.

Bryony knew this part of the game very well.

"Use your cock on me daddy."

Mark's eyes were dark with lust.

"Use my cock on you where little one"?

Bryony had a choice to make now, but she knew the answer that her father liked best. The six year old blonde smiled before answering.

"On"

"My"

"Cunt"

This scene was so practiced between the incestuous pair that Bryony did not need to wait to be told what to do next. The child ran from the room and hurried up the stairs before entering her father's bedroom. She quickly grabbed the tube of lubricant gel that was placed on Mark's bedside cabinet and rushed back down the stairs again.

As far as Bryony was concerned, this was all part of the secret that she shared with her daddy. She enjoyed their games because it made her father happy. That was not to say that the feelings from her pussy were unpleasant when he played with her. It was just that they were feelings of warmth and love, rather than sexual arousal.

It as different for Mark, of course. In his mind, his daughter had rushed upstairs because she was as eager to feel his hard cock against her preteen cunt as he was to push his stiff helmet into her. Mark never really considered the paradox that raising Bryony created. In almost every way, he was the perfect, single parent father, doing his best to raise his daughter on his own. So much so that his parenting skills were often praised by other parents, teachers, friends and the like. Now though, he was not thinking about Bryony the way most fathers would.

Whenever their games reached this stage, Mark's mind had entered a darker place. It may have been his sweet, six year old daughter that had run upstairs, but right now, Bryony was a willing, wanton slut and he intended to use her in just that fashion. As he waited for the little girls return, Mark realised with an unwavering certainty that he wanted his little slut being used by other adults as often as he could. The young father desperately hoped that the new relationship he had formed with Trevor and Michelle could be one in which they all had use of Bryony for their sexual needs and that together they would drive each other on to more and more taboo behaviour.

Mark's thoughts were still with his new friends when Bryony entered the room, but they quickly switched to concentrate on the six year old pussy that now stood in front of him.

Mark swiftly undressed and sat on the sofa. His proud erection thrust painfully away from his groin and he knew he needed an urgent release.

Once again, Bryony had been through this scenario enough times to know what was expected of her and she stared at her father's purple knob as she unscrewed the cap of the tube of gel.

The little blonde squeezed a generous helping of fluid into the palms of both hands and then knelt in front of Mark. Pausing only to give his helmet the gentlest of kisses, she took his shaft in her hands and began wanking him slowly. Her tiny fingers snaked around the erect organ and Bryony watched in fascination as the foreskin drew back and forwards under her touch. She knew that her daddy enjoyed the sensation of his cock head being completely exposed so she was careful to use a vigourous enough action to reveal the head of his cock completely. As she worked, Bryony rubbed the gel into the stiff shaft, so that her hands began sliding smoothly over the prick in front of her. Her fingers knitted together as she made a clasp that enabled her to grip tightly and she began wanking her father quicker and quicker.

As Mark sensed the cum beginning to build in his balls, he put his own hand over Bryony's so that she was forced to stop the pumping action on his cock. He leaned forward to kiss his daughter deeply on the mouth, darting his tongue against hers, before he picked her up and sat her on his lap facing away from him. The action caused Bryony to spread her thighs over her daddy's own, so that her cunny was pressed firmly against the slippery shaft of the member that she had worked on just a few seconds previously. In turn, Mark grasped his little girl round the waist so that he could manouevre her against his shaft and so that he could commence a rocking motion. Mark looked over his daughters shoulder so that he could see clearly between her parted thighs. The scene never ceased to arouse him. Bryony's cunny groove was clearly separated by his shaft so that her sweet treasure was split in two and her puffy cunny lips were bulging obscenely between her legs.

The rocking motion was slow at first, so that Bryony's cunt was moved over her dads shaft in an agonising crawl. Gradually, Mark held his daughter even more firmly so that the fucking motion could be made faster and faster. The young father was delighted to see his daughters preteen cunt was now covered in the oily slickness of the gel that had transferred from his cock.

Again, Mark felt the deep rumblings of a climax and now it was he that began talking gently to Bryony.

"Oh you sweet little cunt."

"Aaaahhh daddy loves his princess."

All the time, Mark was rocking Bryony with increasing urgency over his member and pressing her pussy harder and harder against him, so that her tight slit was now almost a ravine between her legs.

"You are such a little slut."

"Daddy's little slut."

"Daddy's slut."

It was always the same.

The intensity of the words and the wanton behaviour that they signalled was enough to push Mark over the edge. Without warning, the young fathers cock began spurting his cum juice from the engorged tip. Jet after jet of milky fluid erupted from Mark's balls and flew into the air. Bryony watched intently so that she saw some of the arcs drift into mid air before soaking into the carpet, while others spattered onto her thighs and legs. All the time she was watching, she was listening to her daddy's pleasure.

"OOOOOHHHH FUCKING HELL"

"OOhhhh aaarrgghh"

"OOhhh fuck"

The little blonde was smiling as she watched Mark cumming because she knew that her daddy would be happy with her.

As his orgasm subsided, Mark rested the back of his head against the sofa. His eyes were tight shut as he drained every last second of pleasure from his climax. After resting for a moment or two, he kissed the top of Bryony's head and mussed his lips over her thick blonde hair.

"My little princess" he breathed.

Trevor and Michelle had both showered and changed and were sitting, drinking coffee around the large, pine table that dominated their open plan kitchen.

Michelle seemed deep in thought, so Trevor teased her lovingly.

"Penny for them" he said.

Michelle looked at her husband.

"I was thinking about Sara" she said.

"What about her Miche"?

Michelle almost looked guilty as she spoke again.

"Is there anyway we could get to her do you think"?

"Get to her"? Trevor questioned, though he knew exactly what his wife meant.

"Trev don't make this hard for me you bastard"

Trevor was in no mood to relent.

"Get to your six year old granddaughter" he said in a stern tone

"What do you mean get to her Michelle"?

The middle aged woman knew that she was lost and the words that tumbled from her mouth seemed to belong to someone else.

"Get to her pussy."

"Is there anyway we could play with her pussy"?

Trevor was elated. In that moment he knew that preteen pussy would be a part of his life from now on.

"Do you want me to find a way to get us into our granddaughters knickers Miche"?

"Yes" Michelle whispered.

"Yes what"? Trevor pressed.

"Oh god, yes please" his wife answered meekly.

Trevor kissed Michelle on the cheek and he was about to speak when Michelle beat him to it.

"Trev do you think Mark would bring Bryony over here tomorrow"?

"You leave that to me sweetheart" Trevor replied with conviction.