The moment that Tom walked into the lounge at his parents house, he knew that his father had found out about the events of the night before.

Trevor was seated in one of the single chairs that occupied adjacent corners of the room and his eyes bore into his sons as the younger man entered the room.

As Tom sat, he began to speak.

"Dad, I."

Trevor interrupted before his son could get out any sense of an explanation.

"I don't want to hear what you have to say right now Tom."

"Your mum is in bits upstairs and I just need a truthful answer from you about what happened last night."

Tom shifted uneasily in his seat and found himself unable to make further eye contact with his father.

Sensing Tom was not able to respond immediately, it was Trevor that broke the uneasy silence.

"Your mum is saying that the two of you ended up in bed together last night and I just need to know if that's true."

Tom continued to sit in an uneasy and embarrassed silence.

"You fucking idiot" Trevor announced aggressively.

As much as anything, it was hearing his dad swear that caused a reaction in the younger man. It was just something that his father never did so the words were like a slap across Tom's face.

Trevor continued to talk despite his son's reluctant silence.

"She's in bits up there Tom."

For a moment, Tom contemplated explaining that it was his mother that had made all the running that previous evening, that it was as though Michelle had set out to get him into bed and that she had seem delighted when Tom had responded to her flirting. However, the look on his dad's face suggested that going down that particular route was simply going to inflame a situation that had already careered wildly out of control.

For a minute or two, neither of the men spoke.

Eventually, Trevor added resignedly.

"Your mum wants to tell Tracey."

For the first time in the exchange, Tom was moved to a response.

"Christ dad you can't let her do that."

"Tracey would kill me."

As he spoke, Tom looked directly at his father and was almost shocked to realise that his pleading seemed to be having no effect on Trevor's expression.

Desperately, Tom added something that he thought may affect Trevor in a more positive sense.

"Dad she'd take Sara with her."

"There's no way she will let any of us see her again."

Trevor sat motionless in his chair as though he were considering Tom's words.

"So in order to see our own grandchild, we have to keep quiet about you fucking your own mother."

Again the words landed like a stinging blow across Tom's face.

"I'm sorry dad."

Trevor almost spat his response at his son.

"It's not me you should be apologising to is it."

"Tom I'm not even sure I can get your mum to keep quiet about this."

"You know your mum and her sense of right and wrong."

Trevor was pleased to note that his son's response was now more imploring and pleading than previously.

"Dad you have to."

"Please dad."

Once again Trevor went silent as though he were considering a way out of the apparent mess that had been presented to him.

"So basically I have to accept that you fucked my wife so that I can save your skin"

Despite the bizarre nature of the conversation, Tom continued to be struck by his father's use of a word that he had never associated with Trevor previously.

Trevor deliberately maintained eye contact with his son.

"Is that it"?

"Is that what you are asking me to do"?

Tom felt as though he was ten years old again and being told off by his dad for stealing a pen from one of his classmates.

"Dad I'm sorry" the younger man repeated.

A few more moments of silence followed, before Trevor spoke again.

"OK Tom, say I agreed to cover up your dirty little secret."

"Say I agreed to accept that you are some kind of a pervert just to save your fucking marriage."

"What would you do for me"?

Tom was clearly puzzled by the intention of his dad's comments, so Trevor elaborated.

"Well if you can fool around with my family I don't see why I can't fool around with yours."

A sense of realisation suddenly dawned on Tom's features.

"Dad Tracey would never go for that, she's just too straight."

Trevor allowed his son's confusion to fester while he continued staring at him.

"It's not Tracey I was thinking of."

Tom's confusion was complete and simply by looking at him, Trevor knew his son had no idea where this was headed.

"Tom if you can have perverted secrets I don't see why I shouldn't."

Still Tom looked at his father in a sense of utter bewilderment.

"If you want me to persuade your mum to keep quiet about you fucking her then I want you to keep quiet about me having some fun with Sara"

If Trevor's use of the F word had shocked Tom previously, the younger man now had the sense of being hit over the head with a sledgehammer.

"Dad"

"I"

"Sara"?

"I"

Trevor remained calm as his son stammered and groped for an explanation in the madness that was enveloping him.

"Tom this isn't difficult."

"I'll persuade your mum to keep quiet if you make it possible for me to spend time alone with Sara."

As the full meaning of his dad's proposal sank into his brain, Tom suddenly rose to his feet in an explosion of rage and anger.

"No fucking way."

"Are you fucking mad"?

The final question was shouted at the top of Tom's voice as he rushed from the room.

As he reached his car, Tom realised that he was physically shaking and it took a moment or two for him to even be able to press the release button on his key.

Jamming the car into gear, Tom shot off down the road, before pulling into the entrance to a public car park about half a mile from his parents house.

After parking in one of the bays in an empty section of the car park, Tom turned the car engine off and sit with his head in his hands, resting his forehead against the steering wheel.

The young man's thoughts raced around in his head as he tried to make a semblance of sense about what had just happened. No matter how many times he considered his options, it always came down to one thing.

If his mum insisted on telling everyone what had happened then his life as he knew it was over. Tom loved his wife intensely, but he was under no illusion that Tracey's own love for him would quickly turn into a hatred that caused her to make quite sure everyone knew the cause of their inevitable break up.

Tom sat silently for almost 15 minutes.

Eventually he picked up his mobile and tapped in a speed dial.

As soon as he heard a voice on the other end, Tom hesitatingly asked a question.

"You won't hurt her"?

Tom listened in silence as the voice at the other end of the line answered his question.

"OK dad I'll do it" Tom replied, before clicking the phone silent in an angry stab of his finger.

Trevor turned towards Michelle, who had come down the stairs to join her husband in their lounge as soon as she had heard the front door being slammed shut.

"How do you fancy having another baby pussy to play with sweetheart"?

Michelle grinned at Trevor in a complicit smile.

"Oh I think I could get used to that idea you clever man," she replied.

The married couple shared a moment or two of satisfied silence, before Trevor spoke again.

"You know what Miche."

"You've not really told me if Tom was any good last night."

Michelle noticed the glint in her husbands eyes as he spoke.

"So let me get this straight Mr Daniels, you want to know whether our son was any good when he was fucking me last night"?

Trevor didn't answer immediately, but instead he moved over and knelt in front of his wife before sliding his hands under Michelle's skirt and pushing his fingers against the thin material of her tiny black thong.

"What I want to know Mrs Daniels is whether this sweet cunt of yours enjoyed being fucked by your son"?

Michelle parted her legs to allow Trevor's fingers access to her pussy.

"This sweet cunt loved it Trev."

As far as Trevor and Mark were concerned the next week passed normally and was filled with regular enjoyment of the baby pussy nestling between Bryony's legs. Trevor took every opportunity to fondle the little blonde at school while Mark was finding that his own evenings at home with his 6 year old daughter were filled with sex games that were becoming increasingly intense.

From Bryony's perspective, the week bought a subtle shift in her attitude towards the constant exploitation of her young body. Previously, her secret games with her dad had been sporadic and relatively gentle so that each time was almost like starting afresh. However, recently, her sweet cunny was getting so much attention that she was beginning to regard that as normal and was even expecting it. If it wasn't her teacher while she was at school, then it was her own father while she was at home, so for Bryony there were increasingly shorter gaps when her preteen cunt was not the object of adult attention. As a result, she began to associate sexual activity more and more with a sense of feeling special. Whether it was Trevor taking her into the stockroom at school to get her knickers off and hurriedly grab a few moments to open her tiny slit over his tongue, or her dad parting her little snatch with the tip of his cock before bedtime, Bryony was told over and over again that she was a special girl and in her young mind that made all the physical attention she was getting more than worthwhile.

The week was not so enjoyable for either Michelle or Tom.

For Tom, the days after his conversation with Trevor were spent in a constant agony of fear and confusion. Fear that his sexual encounter with his mother would be revealed to the world and confusion over just what kind of a dad he had become when agreeing to Trevor's request to spend more time with Sara. In an occasional calm moment, he would try to convince himself that Trevor simply meant he wanted to see more of his granddaughter for purely normal reasons, but reality soon intervened as Tom remembered the clear intent in the proposal that his dad had put to him. As much as he tried to act normally, Tom could barely even look at his six year old daughter without the shock of knowing that his father wanted the little girl in a sexual way. Not knowing that Trevor was deliberately leaving Tom to reflect on his actions and agreement, every time his phone rang, Tom was scared that it was his father calling to tell him that he wanted Sara made available.

The week went most slowly though for Michelle, who watched the clock constantly as though the hands were moving grudgingly through syrup. The middle aged woman still delighted in Trevor's recounting of his play with Bryony during the school day and she loved looking at the photos on her husbands phone that Mark was still sending in with Bryony on a daily basis, but the only thing that Michelle desperately wanted was to actually get to Bryony herself. It had been agreed that Bryony would spend Friday night alone with Michelle, but the waiting was exquisite agony. Michelle felt like a combination of a giddy teenager waiting for her first date and a predatory pervert waiting for the most illicit of all sexual encounters. For the first time in well over a decade Trevor and Michelle fucked every single evening for an entire week, both knowing that their renewed libido was sparked by the desire for preteen cunt.

Finally, Friday arrived and when Trevor arrived home from work he found that Michelle was already well advanced in her preparations for meeting again with Bryony.

As the middle aged teacher entered his bedroom, his wife was entering the room from the en suite bathroom that adjoined the main room. Michelle was wrapped in a large white towel and strands of her still wet hair fell down from under a second white towel that she had wrapped around her head. Pausing only to kiss his wife tenderly on the lips, Trevor looked over at their bed to notice that Michelle had even laid out the clothing that she intended putting on once she had showered and dried her hair. There was a plain black dress that Trevor loved because it emphasised the curves of his wife's maturing body, together with two items of clearly expensive lingerie. A black, underwired, lacy bra and a matching pair of briefs that were cut high at the back. Both garments were see through and Trevor made a mental note to make sure that he got to look at them on Michelle before she put the dress on.

Trevor and Michelle both began to speak at the same time.

"So how are" Trevor started to ask.

"I'm so" Michelle intoned at precisely the same moment.

The married couple burst out laughing before Michelle spoke again.

"OK darling you first"

Trevor smiled.

"I was just going to ask how you are feeling about tonight"?

Trevor could hear the tremble in Michelle's voice so her reply came as no surprise.

"So nervous I can't tell you."

"I feel like a teenager on her first date."

The couple shared another easy laugh.

"I guess in a way you are sweetheart."

"It's just you are not a teenager and neither is your date."

Michelle smiled at the implications of Trevor's words and her husband responded immediately to her playfulness.

"In fact just how old is your date for this evening Mrs Daniels"?

Michelle's eyes burned with a sexual intensity.

"Six" she replied.

Trevor moved towards his wife.

"How old" he repeated.

"She's six" Michelle responded and as she did Michelle felt a distinct fluttering in her stomach.

As Trevor reached his wife, he loosened the towel so that it fell away from Michelle's body and he found his eyes darting over her frame.

Immediately, Trevor was struck that Michelle had obviously recently shaved her cunt so that the full mound and surrounding area were totally bare and smooth.

"Oh this is nice" Trevor whispered as her pushed an upturned finger against Michelle's moistening slit.

Much to his surprise, Michelle gently pushed her husbands finger away from her sex.

"Not tonight Trev I'm saving that for her.

Trevor felt his cock stiffen as the implication of Michelle's words struck him.

Over the next 45 minutes or so, Michelle continued to get ready while Trevor explained how he would be spending the evening. Once Mark had arrived with Bryony, the two men had agreed to go out for a beer and a bite to eat, before going back to Mark's place and exploring the preteen porn that Trevor had been building up on his pc. Because of the rather odd situation caused by his car being parked overnight, Trevor announced that he would be returning home later that evening, but that he planned on going straight to the spare bedroom so that Michelle could enjoy her time with Bryony uninterrupted.

Finally, Michelle's preparations were complete and she stood for Trevor's inspection.

"So how do I look Trev"?

Trevor smiled wickedly.

"Ready to fuck a six year old," he answered.

Almost immediately, the door bell rang downstairs and Trevor set off to answer it as Michelle brushed through her long, brunette hair one final time.

Yet again, Michelle felt a tremor of excitement, nervousness, anticipation and sheer lust course through her body as she began to move down the stairs to join her husband and their recently arrived guests.

As she entered the lounge, Michelle was vaguely aware that Trevor and Mark were seated and talking happily. Her attention, however, was exclusively on the little blonde that now stood next to her dad.

Bryony was wearing a largely white dress that was dominated by large pink flowers that spread over the garment in random patterns. The dress fell to just below the youngster's knees and the lower half of her legs were bare. On her feet, Bryony was wearing a pair of pink, open pumps, while her long, blonde hair was bunched in a pony tail, held together by a white scrunchy tie up.

Michelle's nervousness and lust leapt in equal measure as she realised just how intense her attraction to the six year old child was.

Ignoring Mark for the time being, Michelle walked over to Bryony and stooped to kiss the young blonde gently on her lips.

"Hello little one you look so beautiful today."

Bryony beamed at the compliment.

"Hi Mark, looking forward to your evening with my husband"?

"Certainly am Miche" Mark replied.

"You looking forward to your night with my daughter"?

The three adults laughed easily as Michelle spoke.

"Oh I think you can safely say that."

The next 30 minutes or so passed in an exchange of pleasant banter, mainly between the three adults, but with Bryony making the odd comment in response to direct questions posed to her. Although the youngster seemed perfectly happy, Michelle also sensed a nervousness about her and she made a mental note to spend at least a little time reassuring her little guest before moving on to anything more sexual.

Eventually, it was Trevor that moved the proceedings along.

"Mark I don't know about you but I can feel a nice pint calling to me."

Mark stood up, helping Bryony from his lap as he rose.

"Yep I'm with you there mate."

Squatting down on his haunches, Mark brushed his fingers across the side of Bryony's cheek as he spoke gently to her.

"OK Princess, I'm going to leave you with Mrs Daniels now and I'll see you in the morning"

"Be a good girl for me and have a lovely time won't you"

Despite the long, reassuring conversations that her father had been having with her throughout the past week, Bryony felt a sudden stab of worry and her eyes filled with the sheen of gently collecting tears.

"Oh baby girl it's going to be OK" Mark said tenderly.

"You like Mrs Daniels don't you"?

The six year olds voice was tiny and hesitant.

"Yes"

"You will come back for me won't you."

Mark wrapped his arms around his daughter.

"Of course I will you silly munchkin."

"Remember I'm just going to go out with Mr Daniels for a bit and then before you know it you will have had a long sleep and I'll be back for you."

"Are you my good girl"?

Bryony's reply was still barely more than a whisper.

"Yes"

"Oh I can't hear you little mouse" Mark replied with a little laugh in his voice.

This time Bryony's reply was far more distinct and Mark was pleased to note that her eyes were less watery than they had been.

"Yes I'm your very good girl."

Mark kissed the young blonde on her forehead.

"I love you sweetheart."

Bryony's face was wreathed in a huge smile.

"I love you too daddy."

As Mark and Trevor said their final goodbyes to daughter and wife respectively, Mark removed a small tube of scented gel from his pocket before handing it to Michelle.

"Enjoy" he said, as he kissed the older woman's offered cheek before both men left the house.

Once they were alone, Michelle set about ensuring that her preteen visitor was happy and settled in her new environment.

The middle aged woman produced an arts and craft set containing, pens, scissors, tissue paper and various other items and helped Bryony to complete the various tasks that were outlined in the instruction manual. The whole time the couple were playing together, Michelle was talking animatedly and asking Bryony as much as she could about the little girls friends, her likes and dislikes, her favourite colours and animals and anything else that sprang into her mind to show Bryony that there was nothing to be scared or worried about.

Eventually, Michelle suggested that the couple go upstairs so that she could brush Bryony's hair through for her and the preteen happily followed the older woman to the bedroom.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Michelle picked up a hair brush from the dressing table & motioned to Bryony to stand in front of her.

Michelle turned the little girl around so that she was facing away from her and began loosening the tie that held Bryony's shining blonde hair in the tight, bobbing ponytail. Michelle began gently brushing the child's hair through her open fingers.

For a moment or two, Michelle continued with her questions about Bryony's last holiday with her dad, before subtly inserting a question to slightly change the direction of the evening.

"And is daddy still getting to pay lots with that lovely pussy of yours"?

By this time Bryony was utterly relaxed and enjoying the company of an older lady that had been missing since her own mum had disappeared from her life, so there was not even the slightest hesitation in answering.

"Yes a very lot really."

"That's so lovely for you both" Michelle responded as she felt a sudden, but distinct dampening between her thighs.

"I bet that makes you a very special girl for daddy doesn't it."

"Uh uh" Bryony replied.

"Daddy says I'm his special good girl."

Michelle continued to lightly brush the six year olds blonde tresses as the conversation continued.

"Oh I know you are his special good girl darling."

"And I know that Mr Daniels likes touching your pussy too doesn't he"?

"Uh uh" Bryony was now nodding animatedly in response to Michelle's last question.

"He likes licking me on there too."

Michelle shifted her position on the bed as the oily slickness in her cunt began to increase.

"I bet he can't do that with your friends there can he"?

Bryony squealed.

"No Mrs Daniels it's a secret."

Michelle laughed at the wonderful naivety of the child's answer.

"So where does he take you to touch your little pussy"?

Bryony's reply was still bright and relaxed.

"Into the cupboard or sometimes next to the big desk if no one is looking."

Michelle suddenly had the most delightful image of Trevor molesting Bryony in the open classroom while the remainder of his class busied themselves with their school work.

The image caused a distinct change in Michelle's attitude and her response to Bryony began to alter from maternal to sexual.

"OK little one, I think it's time to get ready for bed."

Still trying to maintain a semblance of normality, Michelle helped Bryony remove her overnight things from the bag that she had bought into the bedroom with her and both the little girl and the older woman carefully brushed their teeth while standing next to the basin in the en suite.

In order to encourage Bryony and as if it was the most natural thing in the world, Michelle shrugged her dress over her head and quickly removed both her bra and panties. As she unclipped her bra Michelle was delighted to note that the preteen was also beginning to shed her own clothing.

Once Bryony had finished undressing she bent over to pick out the little nightdress from her overnight bag. With the delicious innocence of her age, Bryony had no perception of the indecency of the pose that she adopted, but Michelle was delighted to see that the child's gorgeous peach of a pussy protruded distinctly between her slightly opened thighs.

Not for the first time, Michelle suddenly had the clearest understanding of just why both Mark and Trevor were so keen to play with the preteen snatch as often as they could. She supposed that there was not another woman in the world that could respond sexually to a six year old child but at that precise moment the approval, or otherwise, of her peers did not matter one jot. For Michelle, this was now about one thing and one thing only and that was getting to the precious treasure that was still being lewdly displayed between Bryony's legs.

As Bryony removed the little sky blue nighty from her beg, Michelle gently held onto the garment herself.

"That's OK sweetheart."

"I'm not going to wear my nighty for a bit so you can do the same."

For the first time since her dad had left, a twinge of trepidation surged through Bryony.

However, as she looked up and saw that the older woman was smiling warmly, she felt all the reassurance she needed and the youngster let go of her nightdress so that it fell into a heap on the floor.

Propping herself up on some plumped pillows, Michelle lay on her bed and gestured for Bryony to join her.

As the child scooted onto the mattress, Michelle spread her legs wide so that Bryony was almost compelled to sit in between them. As the middle aged woman parted her thighs, Bryony could not help but look directly at the shaved pussy that was presented to her gaze. To the six year old, the exposed area looked oily and shiny whereas to Michelle of course, her cunt simply felt soaking wet and ready to be penetrated.

Bryony turned so that her back was towards Michelle and nestled herself into the woman's embrace.

Michelle took in a sharp intake of breath as she felt Bryony's upper back push hard against Michelle's hardening nipples, while the youngsters lower back jammed against her older lovers slippery pussy. That innocent movement made Michelle realise just how turned on she was at the prospect of what was to come. Her snatch had always been sensitive prior to and during foreplay, but this seemed like a whole new heightened sensation and she gently wriggled her hips simply to feel her sex moving against the preteens silky smooth skin.

Picking up a book from her bedside table, Michelle began reading the nonsense verse that she had chosen in the hope that Bryony would enjoy this moment of pre planned interaction.

As she read, Michelle continued the subtle movements of her hips against Bryony's body, but she also used her free hand to begin a tender exploration of the little blonde's tiny frame.

Starting with her arms, Michelle stroked her fingers lightly across any exposed part, moving onto Bryony's chest, little rosy nipples, achingly smooth tummy and then finally onto the child's thighs. Barely moving her fingertips, Michelle settled on this motion as she continued reading from the book.

Though Bryony was delighting in the silliness of the poems being read to her, the six year old was also conscious of Michelle's subtle explorations, as well as being aware of the feeling of the older woman's body against her own. As Bryony relaxed, she could feel Michelle's now hugely swollen nipples making little pinpricks into her back, while the base of her spine and top of her tiny buttocks seemed to be getting wet and sticky.

Michelle bent her head to kiss her baby lover on the back of the neck before whispering into Bryony's ear.

"Baby girl open your legs for me."

Bryony was now so conditioned to being instructed in this fashion that she parted her thighs without hesitation. There was not a single day that went by now without her daddy or her teacher and usually both men fondling and molesting her young cunny, so that for the six year old it was the most natural thing in the world to offer her most secret place whenever she was instructed to do so.

As soon as Michelle saw her instruction being obeyed, she commenced reading from the book again, but now her fingers moved from Bryony's thighs and alighted on the peachy little cunny mound that had been exposed to her touch.

Whenever Mark or Trevor found themselves with their fingers on Bryony's pussy, they would both invariably hurry to open the tiny little slit that divided the baby peach, often accompanying this with a gentle insertion of their fingers so that the little girl's tiniest of holes was invaded as far as was possible. However, Michelle's touch was far more tender and restrained. Bryony's male lovers would inevitably need to use gel on her cunny from the start in order to avoid any overt friction, but Michelle's fingers were so deft and gentle that the molestation of the child's pussy could continue without any need for the scented ointment.

Bryony was also conscious of the difference in the Michelle's touch compared to that of her father or her teacher.

Her daddy was usually quite gentle with her though there were times when he seemed to get very excited and get a bit rough, but Mr Daniels always seemed to be in such a rush so that often he would cause Bryony to buck her hips away from his searching fingers. This was especially true at school where as soon as he had taken her knickers down he seemed to pushing his fingers or tongue urgently against Bryony's cunny mound or inside her baby hole. The youngster didn't mind that the men were so urgent with her, but she did find that sometimes her noony was a bit sore after playtime.

None of that was true with Michelle and once Bryony realised that her older lover was going to carry on reading to her while she gently explored the six year olds pussy, Bryony was more than happy to lay with her legs spread wide apart, allowing Michelle total access to her cunny mound and tight little slit.

Every once in a while Michelle would break off from her reading and nuzzle her lips over Bryony's bare neck or kiss the top of the child's head. Each time she did so she would talk soothingly to her preteen lover.

"You are such a good girl Bryony."

"I love touching your baby pussy sweetheart."

"Beautiful girl."

Eventually, Michelle closed the book and spoke once again to the little girl that was now cradled in her lap.

"Little one I'd like you to watch a DVD with me OK."

Expecting a cartoon or Disney film, Bryony readily agreed, so that Michelle hurried over to the flat screen tv on the cabinet at the foot of the bed.

Michelle gave a shiver of anticipation as she returned towards Bryony and realised that the youngster was staring at the now soaking wet cunt between her legs.

"Come here you" Michelle said eagerly as she resumed the position she had held before and nestled Bryony in between her thighs with the youngsters back once again pushing against her tits and nipples.

This time though, Michelle also reached out to squeeze some gel from the tube Mark had given her earlier and she began massaging the fragrant ointment all over Bryony's prominent cunny mound and deep, tight slit. As the older lady massaged the salve into the sexy little groove of the six year olds cunny, Michelle took the opportunity to trace the tip of one of her fingers in little circles above the place where she imagined Bryony's tiny clit might be hiding and she was delighted when the child suddenly bucked her hips, suggesting that even at her age, there may be some sensitivity in that area.

Initially, Michelle concentrated on lubricating the whole of Bryony's baby pussy, but eventually she found herself concentrating on the youngsters cunt slit and using the tip of a finger to part Bryony over the probing digit.

Michelle was fascinated at just how readily Bryony allowed the intimate caress to continue and for the briefest moment she allowed herself to wonder whether she would ever get her own granddaughter to spread her legs quite as willingly.

Suddenly the dvd sparked into life and Bryony watched in silence, not at the cartoons that she had been expecting, but as two blonde women began undressing each other.

As one of the blondes on the screen opened the other woman's blouse and pushed one of the bra cups away from her partners tits, Michelle began talking to Bryony again.

"It's not only men that like playing with ladies Bry."

"Lots of ladies like playing with other ladies too."

As if to emphasise Michelle's words, one of the women on screen took the others nipple into her mouth and began sucking and nuzzling on the exposed tit of her on screen lover.

Michelle let Bryony watch the scene for a moment or two, before whispering in the child's ear.

"Can you do that to me sweetheart"?

As there was no immediate response from the child Michelle persisted with her request.

"I'd really like it if you licked me just like that lady is doing little one."

"Can you do that for me"?

For a brief moment, Michelle thought that Bryony was going to continue to ignore her, but all of a sudden the young blonde turned sideways so that she could lower her head towards Michelle's breast. Sensing the moment, Michelle put one of her arms around the child, while she guided her tit towards Bryony's mouth with her other hand.

"Open your mouth baby girl"

In just the same way as Bryony had learned to open her mouth to accommodate Mark and Trevor's erect cocks, the six year old now did similarly for Michelle and the preteen immediately found her mouth was filled with one of Michelle's swollen brown nipples, together with a little portion of the older woman's tit.

Michelle had listened sufficiently well to Trevor's stories to know exactly what to say next.

"Give me little licks Bryony."

Again the response was immediate and Michelle gave an audible gasp as Bryony began swirling her tongue and lips over the achingly pointed tip of Michelle's nipple.

Closing her eyes, Michelle surrendered herself to the pleasure of her child lovers lips.

Michelle allowed the indecent suckling to continue over the next two or thee minutes, encouraging Bryony every once in while with soothing words and the gentle caress of her hands over the preteens hair, cheeks and bare arms.

"Oh like that sweetheart."

"You are such a good little licker Bryony."

Once Michelle opened her eyes again, she noticed the action on the tv screen had changed, so that now the camera was engaged in an extended close up of one blonde exploring the others pussy with her lips, tongue and fingers.

Sitting Bryony more upright and moving her tit away from the child's mouth, Michelle once again directed Bryony to look at the tv.

"Look little one."

"Can you see how the lady is licking her friends pussy."

Bryony was fascinated by the scene unfolding in front of her. Of course, the preteens interest was not sexual as was Michelle's, but there was more of a sense of curiosity as she looked at a shaved, adult pussy filling the screen while another adult tongue feasted on the glistening sex.

"That's what men and ladies want to do to you Bryony."

"You have such a sexy little pussy that's why we love to kiss you there."

As her words trailed off, Michelle rolled Bryony away from her, before laying the child down flat on her back. Though neither could now see the tv, the groans of pleasure in the background were an apt accompaniment for what Michelle had next.

Kneeling over the child, Michelle first kissed Bryony full on the lips before moving down the six year olds body.

First, she nuzzled Bryony's throat and neck.

Next, she flicked her tongue in little darts over the youngsters nipples.

Moving downward, she planted full, wet kisses along the expanse of Bryony's exposed tummy.

Finally, Michelle lay with her head directly over her young lovers puffy cunny mound.

"You"

Michelle kissed the offered pussy between Bryony's thighs.

"Are"

Michelle kissed the preteen peach a little harder.

"Beautiful."

As the word left her lips, Michelle used her fingers to gently part the two halves of Bryony's sweet cunny to reveal the pinkness within and then used her tongue to lick urgently up and down the parted crease.

Over and over again, Michelle enjoyed the taste of kiddy pussy, alternating between spreading Bryony over her tongue and making her tongue into a sharp point so that she could enter the tiny hole of Bryony's sex.

Reaching down to the side of the bed, Michelle fumbled slightly until her fingers found what they had been searching for.

Now Michelle was holding the smallest anal plug she had been able to find on line and, breaking away from her oral enjoyment of six year old cunt, Michelle began to coat the tip of the plug with the excess gel that now coated Bryony's thighs.

Sensing that her next action may cause a reaction, Michelle spread her free hand across Bryony's tummy, so that the child was pushed tenderly, but firmly, into the mattress and held as regidly in place as Michelle could manage without hurting the child.

The older woman then moved the smooth plastic head of the plug in tiny little circles against Bryony's most secret opening so that the implement gradually pushed apart the exquisite tightness. As the little hole opened, Michelle pushed slightly so that the little plastic nub began to penetrate the preteens cunt.

As expected, Bryony began to buck against the intrusion, forcing Michelle to increase the pressure on the child's stomach.

Now Michelle began a gentle backwards and forwards motion as she began talking in a hushed tone.

"Shhhhh"

"Good girl Bryony."

"Shhhh sweetheart."

"There"

"There"

"Oh look at your little pussy being fucked Bryony."

"You are such a good girl."

As she spoke, Michelle watched intently as the child's cunny hole alternately opened and closed over the tip of the little sex toy.

Once Bryony had become used to the sensation, Michelle felt her preteen lover relax and rest more easily on the bed and the older woman smiled as she realised that a new area of play was fully open to her.

"Bryony can we play a little game"?

"Uh uh" the young blonde replied in a high pitched squeak.

Michelle continued.

"Say after me sweetheart."

"Fuck me."

There was no response so Michelle persisted.

"Bryony say what I'm saying little one."

"Fuck me."

Once again there was a pause, but just as Michelle was about to repeat her instruction, Bryony spoke.

"Fuck me."

Michelle began moving the plug with a little more urgency.

"Say it again Bry."

This time the response was immediate.

"Fuck me" the six year old said.

"Good girl now keep saying it."

Over and over, Bryony repeated the phrase.

"Fuck me"

"Fuck me"

"Fuck me"

Each time she did so, Michelle gently pulled the plug away from Bryony's cunny entrance before pushing it back into the child in the most obscene mimic of fucking imaginable.

Finally, Michelle removed the tip of the toy one final time before giving Bryony's cunt a last, lingering lick.

Again reaching to the side of the bed, Michelle picked up an object, but this time she lay down on her back next to Bryony.

"Sweetheart move your head down to in between my legs."

Michelle spread her thighs as Bryony moved into the position directed.

The middle aged woman's cunt was slick with excitement so that juice was literally bubbling up from deep within her aroused sex.

"Kiss my pussy Bryony."

"Kiss me like I kissed you."

To ensure there was no rebellion, Michelle lifted herself up so that she could take Bryony's face in her hands and she gently pulled the six year old blonde until Bryony's mouth was adjacent to the older woman's pussy.

"Kiss me little one."

"Lick me."

Again, Michelle thought for a moment that Bryony was going to refuse her urgings, but again the child surprised and delighted her.

First with her lips and then with her tongue, the preteen began to kiss and lick Michelle's offered, parted and highly aroused cunt.

"Ahh"

"Ohhh"

"Oh you little pussy licker."

As Bryony continued using her tongue as directed, Michelle began sliding her hips up and down on the mattress so that the child's tongue and lips swirled over the whole of the middle aged brunettes pussy, from the sensitive skin between her pussy and ass to the engorged nub of her clitoris.

The intense rocking motion, soon bought Michelle to the verge of climax and she clenched her teeth to hold off the moment for as long as she possibly could.

Finally though, Bryony inadvertently pressed her lips hard against Michelle's clit and the older woman was sent spiralling over the edge of control and into an intense orgasm.

"Oh my fucking Christ."

"OOOOhhhhh."

"OOOhhhh."

"OOOhh."

"Ah god."

"Oh my god."

Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through Michelle's brain and body and she was barely even aware that the harder she was cumming, the harder she was pulling Bryony's moth and lips against her spasming cunt.

Finally, with a last jerk of her hips, Michelle was spent.

"Oh my god that was wonderful Bryony."

Michelle reached down so that she could pull Bryony upwards until she was laying full length on top of the older woman.

Michelle began stroking the preteens hair while at the same time bending to kiss the child on her lips. A wicked grin spread over Michelle's face as she tasted her own pussy juices from Bryony's lips and cheeks.

Fumbling at her side, Michelle now held a large, pink vibrator in front of Bryony's eyes.

"Now we need to show you how to fuck me with this little one."