At first, both man and child were deliriously happy together during Trevor's 30-day sexual sabbatical from work. Megan even more so than Trevor, who began to feel the bittersweet pain of remorse burning in his gut each time he dragged his spent, wet penis out of his daughter and watched it twitching, and dribbling, seeming to mock his carnal weakness.

Trevor's conflicted mind had by now become adept at denial. He more easily gave in to his depraved lust and deliberately indulged desires he knew were more than legally and morally forbidden. Far worse, despite his profound love of his precious child, he knew his sexual abuse of her was ethically wrong. Although his conscience could not quell his lust, his guilt would sometimes overwhelm him and he'd withdraw into a morose shell of lonely, helpless despair.

But to 6-year-old Megan, the time was like a month when Christmas morning came every day. She'd never felt happier, and more deeply loved, in her young life. Her Daddy's odd moods didn't happen often, but they troubled her. Megan was a very smart little girl, and she quickly figured out ways to cheer him up when her Daddy was sad like that. Teasing him, she found, was the best way.

Over time, Megan had become proud of her precociously enlarged breasts, because they made her feel all grown up, like a big girl. But she'd learned by experience that Daddy became most excited when she dressed and acted just like the little girl she was. So she carefully kept her miniature hooters hidden beneath the tightly fitting training bra, most of the time, coyly letting her Daddy see her round, naked little breasts only when he was very excited, and she could tell he really, really needed some play time with her.

So, sometimes she'd put on an outfit her Daddy especially admired, like the Brownie Scout outfit he bought recently, and lie down on the floor as he read a book or watched TV, innocently scribbling with her crayons and kicking her little feet in the air, with her legs casually spread just enough to let him see she wasn't wearing panties. It made Megan so proud and happy to see Daddy's long face slowly soften, his lips part, and his trousers bulge as his thing started to get ready for play time.

Sometimes when Daddy was working on grownup stuff, frowning at his computer, she'd tiptoe to her room, take off all her clothes, lie down in bed and tease her new, almost grown-up size nipples until they got all stiff and stuck way up, and made her shiver. When she began to feel the gooey stuff dripping out of her baby hole, she'd spread her little legs wide open, and call out "Ow, c'mere Daddy, I gotta boo-boo!" Megan would grin up at him when he dashed to her room and shyly say, "My boo-boo is right here, Daddy," tugging open her little pussy lips to show him the gooey stuff inside. "Don't you want to use me, Daddy?" She didn't use that trick very often, but it always worked.

Then, in the third week of their idyllic and overheated trysting vacation, the phone rang while Megan was at school. A school administrator explained that there had been an accident. Trevor practically bounced off the ceiling.

"No, no, Mr. Nolan, calm down, it's not serious. But the school nurse would like to consult with you about it. Can you come this afternoon?"

Trevor arrived at the Mary Magdalene School within 12 minutes. One minute later he was in the small suite of rooms that served as the school infirmary.

"Hello, Mr. Nolan, I am Sister Mary, the school nurse," said a small, wiry woman of about 40, with stark black-framed eyeglasses, a clipped voice and a set jaw. She wasn't unattractive, just plain, in the austere way of some nuns, particularly the educators among them.

While most nuns had long ago switched to more pragmatic dress, Sister Mary belonged to an order that retained the traditional attire -- a flowing, ankle-length habit, antiseptic white, with a hood and cowl that chastely concealed her hair and draped over her shoulders.

Trevor smiled and returned the greeting, but shifted uncomfortably, reminded of his own formative years, spent in a Catholic school run by the same order. Trevor did not have fond memories of the sour-faced, stern nuns who'd taught him. And the woman's voice -- level and flat, in a register an octave lower than the feminine lilt he expected -- was not reassuring.

"Your daughter is fine, Mr. Nolan, it was just a minor playground accident," she began, closing the door firmly behind her. "She fell from the monkey bars. It caused a small cut on her knee, and bruised her inner thigh when she fell, nothing serious. But I wanted to talk to you personally about another matter.

"When I examined her, I found what very much appears to be male semen in her undergarments. It is definitely not vaginal discharge. I've been a registered nurse caring for children for 20 years, and I know the difference."

Trevor kept his face impassive, but his neck burned and he swallowed hard before responding with simulated shock and outrage. His hesitation and obvious fear response instantly told the hawk-eyed nurse all she needed to know.

"Naturally, I asked Megan about it, but she denied any knowledge," the woman continued in her crisp voice. "So, I thought I should alert you, and ask if you know of anyone who might be responsible. In these cases, it's usually a family member, or someone the child knows well."

The woman stepped closer to Trevor, fixing him with her unblinking, steely gaze as he shook his head and gave a brief family history, trying his best not to stammer. Trevor's abject panic made his pulse thunder in his ears, made his mind reel at the thought of losing everything --his daughter, his career, his freedom. The woman noted the crimson tinge of his neck, and his dry mouth as he spoke.

"Well, then, if you can't think of anyone, perhaps we should conduct an investigation," the woman said in her clipped voice. She moved a step closer still.

"A very *thorough* investigation," she said, pointedly, staring into his eyes. She gave Trevor half a second to sweat over this, then suddenly rose on her toes, grabbed his head and plunged her tongue into his mouth, swirling it around his tongue provocatively as her hand moved to curl into Trevor's crotch, cupping and kneading his balls.

Trevor just stood there, rigid as an ice sculpture, sweat dripping from his temples as the woman curled her fingers into his hair, sucked his tongue and fondled the flaccid penis in his pants. The nun finally broke the long kiss, stepped back and fixed Trevor with her steely gaze once again. She brushed the cowl of her habit back in place, and the corners of her mouth flickered into a faint glimmer of a smirk, before her lips drew into a tight line.

"So, Mr. Nolan, I think we have a serious decision to make," she said to the stunned and rigid man. "Shall we conduct an... investigation -- just you and I -- or shall I formally notify the school administration and let them turn this matter over to the police?"

Trevor left the school that day more stunned and shaken than he'd been since a concussion during a high-school football game. He just sat at the wheel of his car, numbly staring into the distance, until little Megan finally asked what was wrong, and he cranked the engine and drove home.

**********

On Saturday at noon, as agreed, a dark blue sedan pulled to the curb two blocks from Trevor's house, and the nun stepped out to walk briskly to his home, discretely knocking at the back door. Trevor greeted her with a tight smile and she looked around approvingly at his tidy kitchen before he ushered her to the living room.

"Hello, Megan, how are you today?" she beamed, her warm, sunny greeting an abrupt reversal from the calculated reserve she'd shown Trevor so far. She sat on a sofa beside Trevor, and the little girl sat in a chair opposite, fidgeting nervously.

What was a Sister from school doing here, on Saturday? Megan wondered. Megan didn't even know her. She wasn't one of her teachers. She worked in that room back near the principal's office that smelled like Lysol and rubbing alcohol. Megan was worried that maybe she was sick, or maybe she was in some kind of trouble at school. She cut a questioning glance at her Daddy, but the nun cut her off before he could speak.

"Megan, my name is Mary," she said. "You remember me, don't you? Don't be worried, Megan, nothing's wrong, I just came to talk and play with you... and your Daddy," she smiled, folding her hands demurely in her lap. "Is that okay?" The child smiled shyly and nodded, warily.

"Look, Megan, I brought you a gift," the nun grinned, pulling two dolls from a cloth bag, a boy and a girl doll. Megan suddenly brightened. They were bigger than any of her dolls, and they looked so realistic. Her long face relaxed into a gap-toothed grin as she took them and turned them this way and that.

"I know, Megan, let's play a game, okay?" the woman said, rising from the sofa to kneel next to Megan's chair. "I'll point, and you tell me the name of what I'm pointing at, okay, Megan?"

Megan grinned and nodded. Megan liked games, because she was a smart little girl, and she usually won.

"Foot!" Megan giggled. "Ear! Hand! Face! No? Um... forehead!"

Mary effusively praised her knowledge as the game progressed, and Megan began to relax. She began to like the nice lady. She didn't smell like Lysol today, either.

"Ankle! Knee!" she chirped as the woman pointed.

Mary pointed to the girl doll's crotch. "Skirt! No?"

"No, I mean down here," Mary smiled, lifting the tiny skirt and pointing again.

"Um, panties! No?"

"No, under there, silly!" Mary grinned, slipping the doll's panties down a bit, and pointing again. Megan's eyes went wide. The little doll looked *just* like a real little girl, even down there! The doll's puffy little sex lips looked just like her own, except they were slightly parted to reveal a tiny hole between them.

Megan blushed shyly. "Um... that's, um... her pee-pee," she whispered in a quiet, shy voice.

"Well, yes! But that's what little children call it, Megan. Grownups have other names for it. Do you know the other names?"

"Um... no..." Megan murmured, staring at the puffy little plastic vulva.

"Oh, your Daddy didn't tell you? I'm surprised at him, such a smart man," she smiled, cutting her eyes to glance at Trevor. "Well, some people call it a pussy, Megan, because when a little girl grows up, hair grows on it, and looks like a cute little pussy cat! Isn't that funny?" she said, gently stroking the bare little plastic cunt.

Megan clapped her tiny hand over her mouth and burst into hysterical giggles. "Like a pussy cat? Mine doesn't look like a pussy cat!" she giggled.

"What about the boy, Megan?" Mary asked, tugging the little panties back in place, and tugging the boy doll's pants down.

Megan erupted in giggles again, kicking her little shoes with nervous embarrassment as she saw the tiny plastic penis appear.

"Well... I dunno, Sister Mary, it's his... his pee-pee, but... is there another name for that, too?"

"Oh, lots of names, Megan. It's really a penis, but that name is kind of boring, so people call it other things, like cock, because it kind of looks like a rooster's comb rising up when it starts to get big. Or, some people call it dick. I don't know why they call it that, but dick is the name I like best, because it sounds funny. Don't you think so?" she smiled, stroking the plastic penis with her fingertip.

"Dick! Yeah, that's funny!" Megan giggled. "It's like it has a real boy's name!"

Mary smiled warmly at Megan, then at Trevor, then reached to tug off the girl doll's skirt. "And, sometimes, when boys and girls play together, a boy does this," Mary chirped brightly as she brought the boy doll's hand between the girl doll's legs, slipped it into the tiny panties and began stroking it gently. "Has anyone ever done that with you, Megan?"

Father and daughter both blushed deep red, and Trevor began to tremble slightly. He knew exactly how these anatomically correct dolls were used to cajole abused children into talking about memories that embarrassed or frightened them.

Megan jerked in her chair at the question, and clamped her mouth tightly shut, cutting her eyes sharply at her Daddy, silently imploring him to do or say something. The woman stifled a smirk, expecting this response.

"Oh, no, Megan, I didn't mean your Daddy! I meant another boy. I know all about the way you and Daddy play together. That's okay, because he's just your Daddy," she smiled, nonchalantly, to reassure the child.

"It's... okay?" Megan whispered timidly, glancing at her Daddy for confirmation. Megan was frightened, and confused. Daddy had always told her the games they played were very, very bad, and she mustn't tell anyone, ever.

Trevor finally exhaled the breath he'd been holding. He beamed a tight, nervous smile at his frightened little girl and nodded, terrified and confused, and hoping his smile looked sincere.

"Oh, sure, Megan, that's just fine," the woman said, calmly. "It's fine to do secret things with your Daddy. I used to do it all the time, when I was a little girl. In fact, I really miss it. And I think about it... all the time," she smiled, at Trevor.

"Playing those kinds of secret games is fun, isn't it?" she smiled, first at Megan, then at Trevor. The relieved little girl bit her lip and nodded, shyly. The man swallowed hard, and nodded apprehensively.

"I know, Megan, let's all play together, wouldn't that be fun? I'll bet your Daddy hasn't played any of those secret games with you since last Thursday, has he?" she said, cutting her eyes to smirk at the now sweating man.

"No, Sister Mary, he hasn't," the little girl agreed, her pigtails swinging as she shook her head emphatically. "Daddy's been kinda sad and worried ever since he took me home from school that day."

"Well, then, let's try to talk Daddy into playing, to cheer him up, okay? How do you talk him into playing, when he doesn't want to, Megan?"

The little girl dipped her head and blushed, grinning. "Well... sometimes I say, 'Do you need to use me, Daddy?' That usually works," she giggled, shyly.

"Oh, mmmmmm... I'll bet it does," Mary agreed, rising from the floor to go stand beside the seated man.

"Well? How about it... Daddy? Don't you need to... use... your little girl?" she murmured, running her fingers through his thinning hair. "It's been two, long days... I'll bet Daddy really needs it by now..." she crooned. "Let's go to your room, Megan. I'll bet Daddy really likes to play with you in your room, doesn't he? My Daddy did."

Trevor blushed purple as the situation became clearer. He'd often fantasized about a threesome, but when push came to shove, he worried that his own embarrassment and performance anxiety might dampen the whole thing. And his abject terror of this impossible situation now made him sure of it. A nun? A... a fucking... NUN?!?

But Mary was a brilliant, perceptive woman. She knew exactly how overcome that little problem. She took the child's hand, curled her arm warmly around Trevor's waist and urged him along, whispering coyly in his ear. "Come on... Daddy... your little girl needs you," she smirked, in a low, seductive voice.

Mary closed the bedroom door firmly behind them, and went to sit on the bed. "Now, show me how you play with your Daddy, Megan, so I can see if it's the same way I did with my Daddy."

The little girl happily leaped up into her Daddy's arms and kissed him, deeply, as his arms curled around her to support her little bottom. She then pulled back to twist her head toward Mary. "Daddy likes to kiss me a lot, at first," she announced, before turning back to resume the kiss.

"Yes, I can tell he does," Mary smirked, noticing a slight twitch in Trevor's crotch as his daughter's tongue swirled in his mouth, and her little shoes bumped his knees. "I can tell you know how to make your Daddy very happy, Megan."

The child broke the long kiss and squirmed to be put down, beaming at the compliment. It was obvious that the little girl thrived on attention and admiration, so Mary beckoned, and she happily scampered across the room to stand beside Mary sitting on the bed.

"Of course you make Daddy happy, Megan, you're such a pretty little girl," Mary smiled, stroking the child's hair. "Such soft hair, and pretty little pigtails." Megan grinned bashfully at the compliment.

"And such smooth, pale skin. No wonder Daddy likes to kiss you, and look at you. See, Trevor, doesn't she have soft, pretty skin?" Mary smiled, turning the child to face him and tugging Megan's t-shirt up to display her babyfat little tummy. Megan giggled, and proudly wiggled her hips to show off her tummy, as her Daddy smiled at her and his pants twitched again, involuntarily, despite his confusion and fear.

"Yes, I'll bet you're the prettiest little girl in the first grade, aren't you, Megan," Mary smiled into Trevor's eyes, as she tugged the little t-shirt higher to display her tightly clasping Little Mermaid training bra. "Why don't we take off that shirt, honey, to show Daddy how pretty you are?"

Megan happily shrugged out of the shirt and grinned. Megan liked this nice Sister.

"And this pretty little bra, too," Mary smiled, tugging the flimsy garment up. Her mouth dropped open in shock as Megan's round, fleshy little breasts bounced free.

"Oh... oh, my," the woman gasped after a shocked moment. "You're a... a very grown up little girl, aren't you, Megan?" she managed to smile, to mask her astonishment.

"It's... it's, um... a rare medical condition," Trevor stammered. "It's... ah... it's called..."

"Premature thelarche," Mary murmured quietly, finishing his sentence for him as she staring at the firm, round little breasts. "I know. We had a child oh, ten or twelve years ago, who had the same condition, but not as... well developed."

Mary's astonished "O" mouth softened into a soothing smile. "Oh, they're so cute... so pretty, Megan!" she chirped, brightly. "I'll bet Daddy just loves to look at them, and touch them, too, doesn't he, Megan?" the woman smiled into Trevor's flushed face as she curled her hands around the child to cup the milky little peaches in her hands. "Does your Daddy like to touch you, like this?"

Megan giggled and nodded. "Oh, yes, Sister Mary, Daddy likes that very much. Don't you, Daddy?"

Trevor managed a weak grin and nodded slightly, his cheeks as purple as overripe beets.

"He does? Oh, I'd like to see that," Mary grinned. "But Daddy looks a little confused right now. I know, Megan, let's look in your closet for a pretty outfit that Daddy especially likes you to wear when he plays with you. I'm sure that'll make Daddy much more comfy, won't it, Megan?" she smiled, staring at Trevor with a smirk.

Trevor excused himself and dashed for the kitchen as the child began eagerly pawing through her closet. Sweating, he tore open a cabinet to grab a bottle of Scotch, jerking it to his lips with trembling hands, not bothering with a glass.

"God help me," he muttered to himself as the stringent liquid stung his throat. He took another deep gulp, then shook his head in despair as he realized the ridiculous irony of what he'd just said, with a supposedly chaste servant of God in the next room blatantly taunting him, urging him to molest his 6-year-old daughter.

His jangled nerves only slightly calmed by the alcohol, Trevor apprehensively re-entered the little girl's bedroom to find her sitting on the pink Barbie bedspread with the nun, both of them now in uniform -- the nun in her traditional white habit, the child wearing her Brownie Scout outfit.

"Close the door behind you... Daddy," the woman grinned with a leer. "That's better. Now, look, little Megan is all dressed up for you, in the outfit she says you like best. Doesn't she look... pretty? Now it's your turn, Megan. You get to decide. What would you like Daddy to wear, for play time?"

"NOTHIN'!" Megan giggled, gleefully kicking her tiny shoes against the bed.

Mary smirked as Trevor resignedly shook his head and kicked off the sandals he'd worn to take Megan to the playground that morning, shucked off his shirt and pants and stood before them, naked and blushing, his penis dangling limply from his balls, shriveled by humiliation and abject fear.

"Oh, look, Megan, Daddy doesn't look very happy," Mary scowled at Trevor, twirling the child's pigtails in her hands. "And you look so pretty. Let's try to make Daddy happy. Do you know the Girl Scout oath, Megan? Why don't you tell it to Daddy, while I unbutton your blouse, to show Daddy how cute you are!"

The little girl kicked her feet eagerly. "I will do my best to be honest and fair..." she chanted in a lilting, sing-song voice, tilting her head left and right in rhythm, her pigtails bouncing as the woman slowly unfastened each button, one by one.

"Friendly and helpful... considerate and caring..." she chanted as Mary leered at Trevor and slowly tugged the blouse open to display his daughter's fleshy, miniature hooters.

"Considerate and caring... young and innocent..." Mary ad-libbed as she sensuously twirled a fingertip around a wrinkled nipple, to make Megan giggle. "Isn't she... Daddy?"

Trevor stifled a desperate groan of helpless shame as he felt his flaccid dick twitch at the obscene show.

"My, you have such cute little breasts, Megan," Mary smiled. "So round, and soft. But I'll bet if you touch them, you can make them even more cute for Daddy. Want to try that, Megan?"

The child giggled, and bit her lip. She knew exactly what the nice lady meant. Megan reached up to begin rolling and pinching her little nipples, her tongue peeking between her gapped baby teeth in concentration.

Mary watched with satisfaction as the child's wrinkled nipple flesh slowly rose and stiffened. When they were fully erect, Mary gently tugged Megan's hands away to display her work for Trevor. The child's engorged nipples looked like rigid, brown thimbles rising from the soft, pale flesh of her little peach breasts. Despite his overwhelming embarrassment, Trevor's long neglected penis jerked, and thickened, and rose to half mast.

"And what pretty legs Megan has," she crooned, tucking her hands under the child's knees to lift and spread her short legs beneath the pleated brown skirt, so her shoe soles were flat on the bed. "Such pretty little feet, too. Let's show Daddy," she said, tugging off the shiny shoes and dropping them on the floor.

"Such soft, tiny little legs," she breathed, stroking and fondling Megan's chubby thighs, her fingers teasing the elastic leg holes of the cartoon kiddie panties she wore.

Mary knew the stimulation of Megan's nipples would also stimulate the secretion glands in her little vagina, so she slowly spread her legs widely apart to display the obvious damp spot in the crotch of the child's panties.

"Look, Daddy... look how soft and smooth Megan's little legs are... don't they just make you want to touch her... like this?" the woman leered, gently stroking a fingertip in the wet spot.

The child bit her lip and trembled slightly. Trevor's rapidly thickening dick bounced up to be parallel with the floor at the outrageously obscene sight of a prim, middle-aged nun masturbating his sexually aroused daughter.

"Oh, it feels like Megan is a little bit wet down here... Daddy," Mary leered, licking her lips salaciously as she tugged aside the panty crotch to display the child's damp little vulva. "Do you think Daddy would like to... taste it, Megan?" she smiled, withdrawing her hand to show Trevor her fingertip glistening with the little girl's sex goo.

Megan bit her lip and giggled, her pigtails bouncing. "Uh-huh. That makes Daddy rilly excited, 'specially after we been to the playground, 'cuz he says it smells dirty."

Mary bit her lip, too, and her nostrils flared. "Mmmmm, Daddy is a very naughty boy, isn't' he, Megan?" she murmured, squirming her thighs together as she watched Trevor's dick rise another four degrees, to full erection. "I'd love to see Daddy taste Megan's dirty little pee-pee. Can I watch, Megan? Mine is... getting a little bit dirty, too," she breathed, staring into Trevor's face.

"N'kay!" the kid giggled. Mary reached to tug the tiny panties down and off, then scooted her butt back on the bed to tug the child between her own spread legs. She bunched the little Brownie Scout skirt up around Megan's waist, leaned back and cupped the child's miniature breasts in her hands, rolling them gently.

"Hold it open for him, Megan... hold your little pee-pee open for Daddy, to show him how much you want it," she said in a breathy voice, as Trevor knelt between his little girl's stumpy legs.

"Oooo... oooo, that's... nice," the woman breathed, hunching herself into the child's soft bottom as she watched Trevor kneel to begin licking and sucking the little girl's sex. She shoved her thick glasses up her nose for a better view, and gently rolled the child's nipples between her fingers as she felt the little girl beginning to tremble and pant.

"Oh... good... oh, suck that dirty little thing, Daddy," Mary hissed. "Does that filthy little pussy smell all wet and nasty, Daddy? Does that smelly cunt juice make you want to... to use your pretty little girl, Daddy?"

Megan couldn't hear what the nice lady was saying because she was shaking and clawing at Daddy's ears. The nice lady was rolling her nipples and bouncing her into Daddy's mouth, and it just felt so good... and then she felt Daddy's finger wiggle up in there, and the sparkly things all exploded behind her squeezed-shut eyelids until she collapsed back into the nice lady's arms, shaking and gasping.

Mary was trembling, too, as her eyes narrowed and her nostrils flared at the sight of Trevor's flushed, wet face gleaming with the child's cunt goo. She quickly squirmed out from under the little girl, smoothed down her wrinkled habit, kicked off her clunky shoes to reveal ankles covered by antiseptic, white nylon hose.

"It looks like Daddy needs some help," she murmured in a breathy voice. "Do you want to watch, Megan, while I help Daddy?"

Megan lifted her head and nodded, vaguely, still shivering from her nice happy feel, and watched while her Daddy stood up and Mary pushed him back and knelt in front of him. The nice lady took her Daddy's thing in her hand, stuck out her tongue and licked it, real slow, all the way to the end! And then she... she put it in her mouth!

Daddy looked really surprised. And the nice lady had her hand up under her dress, and the starched, white fabric was rustling, and she was saying, "Mmmmmm, oh... mmmmmmm..." while Daddy's thing was going in and out of her mouth. Daddy's thing was all big and hard now, and really wet. Megan was transfixed. She never knew that nuns know how to play The Balloon Game!

Daddy's face looked really funny, like he was scared, and the nice lady was making funny slurping noises like she was eating an ice cream cone.

She pulled Daddy's thing out and stared at it, and kinda breathed on it for a second, and then she said, "mmmmmm," and she bent really far forward so the thing went ALL the way inside her mouth! Wow! Megan thought, I *never* got it that far inside there! And she left it ALL the way in there -- and then her tongue came out underneath and started licking Daddy's ping-pongs!

Daddy said, "Oh, God!" and grabbed the lady's head, and the white thing she wore on her head fell off, and Megan could see she had really funny-colored hair, all wiry and bright red, kind of coppery looking, bunched up in a bun in back.

Daddy kind of whimpered and grabbed her head and pushed his thing real hard into her mouth, and Megan could see her spit dripping down as her tongue licked at Daddy's ping-pongs and her hand made her dress rustle between her legs.

Daddy started shaking real hard and, all of a sudden, the nice lady spat out his thing and said, "n- n- GHUUUUUUUH!" and gasped real hard for a second to get her breath. And then she stood up and got back up on the bed, on her hands and knees.

She jerked her white dress up over her bottom, and Megan's mouth went round with surprise. The nice lady was wearing gauzy white stockings with funny little belts on her thighs to hold them up, but no panties! There were some wispy, wiry red hairs around her baby hole, and it was gaping wide open, just like a mouth, and it was really wet.

The nice lady's legs were all covered in goose bumps, and she had a really funny look on her face. Her glasses had slipped down her nose, and her teeth were bared. "Fuck it... f- FUCK IT!" she gasped, staring down at the pink bedspread and drooling on it.

Daddy got up behind her and put his thing in there, and said, "Ahhhhhh!" and the nice lady grimaced and shook and said, "Ghod, y- yeah... f- fuck it... h- HARD..."

Megan clapped her hand to her mouth and her eyes went round with wonder as she watched her Daddy's big thing go in and out. It was all wet now, and it made funny, squishy noises in there, and kinda splashed when Daddy's swinging ping-pongs smacked into the nice lady and made her bottom jiggle like Jell-O.

Megan could tell Daddy was really happy, because he was making grunting noises like he did when he played with her that way. And the nice lady was happy, too. Her tongue was hanging out, and she was panting.

"D- did... y- your... D- Daddy... e- ever... d- do it like this, w- with you?" the nice lady hissed to Megan as her Daddy gripped her bottom and slapped his ping-pongs into her.

"Um... well, yeah, Sister Mary, when we play Doggies," she murmured quietly. "But I'm not s'posed to tell about that."

"That... that's because it's... nasty, M- Megan," the woman grunted. "Th- this is how... d- doggies do it. D- do you... like d- doggies, Megan?"

"Uh-huh. My friend Amanda has a doggie. His name is Sam."

"OH... my... GHOD!" Trevor howled, both shamed and aroused by the filthy things the woman was saying to his half-naked little daughter lying beside them on the bed. His fingers dug deeply into the woman's fleshy butt, he lunged deep inside her and began desperately grinding and shaking.

"NO! NO!" Mary screeched, lunging forward on the bed to pop his quivering dick out of her drooling cunt, as Trevor desperately grabbed at her, trying to stuff it back in.

"NO... do it in HER!" she hissed. "I need to see you do it inside HER!" the woman practically sneered, shoving the naked man forcefully on top of the little girl.

Shaking on the brink of orgasm, the man just whimpered and plunged his wet dick into the surprised little girl, desperate for relief, any relief.

"Oh!" said Megan, as she felt Daddy's big thing plunge into the slippery depths of her little girl hole.

Mary grimaced, shaking with lust, worked three fingers up inside her sloppy cunt and curled her other hand around Trevor's tensed balls, squeezing and rolling them with her fingers.

"F- FUCK that little thing, Daddy," she panted, reaming her quivering cunt and rolling his balls in her hand, "Get it deep and tight up inside little Megan... grind it in her... I wanna feel it... feel that hot spunk gush into your pretty little girl... your little baby sperm bank..."

Daddy made a grunt like he was strangling and lunged into Megan so hard it flung her stumpy legs into the air and scooted her little body four inches forward, his balls crushed flat against her delicate crotch as he whimpered and ground her tiny bottom deeply into the mattress.

The nice lady's throaty roar of ecstasy frightened Megan as she felt her Daddy's stinky stuff pumping and gushing deep inside her little baby hole. Daddy was so excited that it kind of hurt, but Megan was worried about Sister Mary, because she was screaming. She hoped the nice lady was okay. She knew her Daddy was. He sounded really happy, like he always did when he squirted his stinky stuff inside her, and there was so much this time.

Mary ground her teeth with lust as her grasping fingers felt Trevor's quivering balls bloating and heaving and ejaculating his hot, sticky load inside his little 6-year-old daughter. Her orgasm felt like it would tear her apart as she squeezed and fondled his wet balls, her nostrils quivering at the filthy stench of sperm bubbling out of the child and dripping into her fingers.

It took a long time for Daddy to recover this time. He just laid on top of Megan, his chest heaving and his spent dick twitching inside her, while the nice lady brought her slimy hand to her face to smell it and fucked herself to another grunting orgasm.

Finally Mary sucked her hand out of her dripping cunt and fell back onto the bed, panting rapidly and gazing hazily at the astonished little Megan with a silly grin on her face, and her glasses halfway down her nose.

"Th- that was... fa... fun, wasn't it, Megan?" she gasped, wiping both slimy hands on the bedspread.

"Uh-huh!" the little girl nodded, eagerly. "I think Daddy's still doing some more stuff in me!" she whispered, with a conspiratorial, gap-toothed grin. "I can feel it, still going in there!"

The only further conversation as they all climbed sluggishly out of bed to clean up the mess was from the little girl, eager to talk about this strange, new game.

Megan didn't know grown-up girls did stuff like that, she thought only Daddies did it with their little girls, so she eagerly babbled questions about it. The questions remained unanswered and the adults tried to avoid eye contact, embarrassed and tingling and sated as they silently gathered up clothing and jerked the fouled bedspread off.

**********

"So... Trevor... are we on for next Saturday?" Mary said in her clipped, schoolroom voice as she paused at the door before leaving. The man's flushed and his wooden expression softened a bit, then flickered into a confused, half smile.

Mary smiled back. "You know, people imagine that convent life is stuffy and boring, and it is, for some. But not if you have an open mind, and a very vivid imagination. Scripture teaches us that the Lord works in very mysterious ways."

She stood on tip-toes to whisper in his ear. "And I just love working with little children. They have such curious minds, and they so yearn to learn about all that life has to offer..."

Megan toddled in and tugged at Mary's habit, petulantly, to get her attention. "Are you gonna come back and play with us some more, Sister Mary?"

Still tingling with complacent satisfaction, Mary beamed a warm smile down at the child, patting her on the head. "Of course I will, Megan. If you'll make me a promise."

She tugged the child into a corner, then knelt to whisper in her ear. "You must promise me that you won't let your Daddy use you all week, until I come back, okay?"

The little girl glanced quickly up at her Daddy, then bent to whisper urgently in Mary's ear, "But... But why? Daddy needs to use me, an' he gets kinda cranky when he doesn't, and..."

"Shhh," the woman whispered back. "If you promise to do that, we'll play some new games next time that will make your Daddy happier than he's ever been before. You promise?"

The little girl glanced up at her Daddy, biting her lip and grinning, then turned back to whisper in the woman's ear, "N'kay, Sister Mary. I promise!"

**********

Daddy was especially affectionate during the next week, but Megan kept her promise, giggling and shaking her head No, when Daddy hugged and kissed her and tried to reach inside her little panties. Megan had made a promise, with all the earnest solemnity of childhood, and she knew it was very bad to lie to a nun. By the end of the week, Daddy was getting very cranky.

Mary arrived early on Saturday, so they would have all day long to play together. It was a blustery morning, and Megan eagerly scampered to open the door, beaming up at her as the woman dashed in, brushing the misty drizzle of rain from her starched white habit.

Trevor smiled, too, more from relief than anything else. All week long his sleep -- when it came -- had been fitful, with disturbing dreams, wondering if this was some kind of elaborate sting operation, wondering who would actually show up on Saturday morning.

Mary chuckled and patted Megan's head as the child eagerly threw her skinny arms around her for a hug, her tiny nose bumping the crucifix dangling from the cincture around the nun's trim waist.

"Well, I'm glad everyone's so glad to see me," she said, in a clipped, businesslike voice. "I was a bit worried about that, after my... ah... somewhat... unladylike behavior during my last visit.

"And you, Mr. Nolan?" she said, evenly, stepping to stand beside him. "Any... um... hard feelings about that?" she murmured quietly, her steely eyes glinting behind her black-framed glasses.

"No! No, of course not!" Trevor said, with a tight grin.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Mary said, her slim wrist brushing against Trevor's trouser crotch as she bent to put down her bulky carry-bag.

Trevor shook his head and blushed pink as his flustered mind finally registered the innuendo.

Trevor cleared his throat, straightened up. "So, may I offer you some tea, or coffee, Sister Mary?" he said, in an exaggeratedly formal manner.

"Yes, tea, thank you, Mr. Nolan," the woman smirked back.

As Trevor brewed the tea, Mary sat at the breakfast table and beckoned to Megan, who scampered over to listen. Mary bent to whisper in her ear. Megan giggled, nodded eagerly, then gaily skipped out of the room.

"Mary... ah... may I call you Mary?" Nolan said hesitantly as he sipped his coffee.

"When we're alone," the woman smirked back. "When we're, um... in company, I'd prefer you to use my formal title, Sister Mary. That's how the children address me."

"Ah... okay... Sister Mary, are you... I mean... is this on the level? Do you really want to... um... well, dammit, what I mean is, uh..."

"Yes, Mr. Nolan, I know what you're trying to ask," the nun replied, crisply cutting him off. "And the answer is, no. No, I don't want it. I need it. There's quite a difference."

Trevor nodded, slowly, having no clue. Mary looked down, ran her fingertip over the rim of her teacup, and pursed her lips in thought.

"Let me explain it this way. Life in a convent provides more time for solitary thought than most people ever have. We're expected to spend that time in holy contemplation and prayer. And I do, usually. But sometimes -- more often than I like to admit -- my thoughts wander, to memories I thought I could escape by entering the service of the Lord."

She put down her cup and fixed him with her level gaze.

"Memories of my father reaching beneath my skirt and touching me when I was five years old. Memories of his fingers creeping beneath my panties. Memories of the horrible shame I felt when he licked me, and I liked it, and didn't want him to stop, although even at that age I knew it was wrong, so terribly wrong."

Mary paused, to gauge whether he understood. Trevor put down his coffee cup, gazing into her eyes, realizing for the first time that this prim, plain woman with no hint of makeup had very pretty eyes, even when glaring with her most severe intensity behind stark, black rimmed eyeglasses.

"Memories of the even more horrible shame I felt after my seventh birthday, when I first swallowed my father's sperm, and liked it. When I grew to love -- to crave --the sweet, sharp pain of his penis penetrating my small vagina, and..."

She paused for emphasis, leaned forward, elbows on the table, "And, worst of all, the horrible, frightening look of pleasure and desperate lust on his sweating face every time he ejaculated inside me. The agonizing look of shame on his face afterward as he mopped up the filthy slime dripping out of me."

"I... ah... God, I'm so... so sorry, Ma... Sister Mary, I really didn't mean to... uh..." Trevor babbled, blushing deeply, knowing the shame all too well.

"No, no, you don't understand, it's not what you think," she said, reaching to grip Trevor's hand across the table. "Let me go on. You see, my shame goes deeper even than my father's, because... well, I grew to love it, to need it, to crave sex... horrible, forbidden, sinful sex. And it's more than that, even. See, it's not just the sex. It's... well... it's the sheer perversity of the thing... an adult man sexually molesting a small, innocent child... I... I... can't explain it..."

She paused to regain her composure. "So, those are not regretful memories, they're the most... well, some of the most intensely erotic things I can imagine."

Her grip tightened on Trevor's hand.

"I've been in that convent for 20 years," she hissed more than whispered, "and I've masturbated to these sweet, filthy memories every single day... twice, usually."

She glared into Trevor's eyes with a ferocity that made him blink. "My father committed suicide when I was 13. I've never been with a man, except him, until you. I didn't even think I wanted that, any longer. But... but when I saw, and caught the unmistakable scent of male semen in your daughter's panties -- a scent I hadn't smelled since I was a young girl -- well... I guess, the dam just broke inside me. It overwhelmed me. I had to have it... had to have *this*... to relive the deeply shameful experiences of my childhood. Do you understand now, Mr. Nolan?"

Trevor sat as rigid as a statue in his chair, his lips tensely clasped together, his mind reeling in shock at these outrageous words from a chastely garbed nun.

"Well... I'm going to assume your silence means maybe you do understand, at least some of this," she said with a tight smile. "It's... important to me. But I want you to completely understand. Since I've been so candid with you, will you answer two questions for me?"

Mary released her grip on Trevor's hand and sat back in her chair, hands folded primly in her lap.

"First question: Mr. Nolan, what you've done is completely wrong, in the eyes of God and man. Do you truly understand that? Despite all your education and worldly success and the admiration of your peers -- despite the obvious love and joy you bring to Megan -- do you realize that your soul, deep down, is no more than that of a disgusting, filthy pervert, who cannot resist molesting his own small child for your own carnal pleasure? Have you recognized and admitted that to yourself?"

Still rigid in his chair, Trevor just nodded, numbly, his cheeks burning with shame. The woman had him nailed. His head bent forward, he felt tears welling in his eyes, his chest heaved, he thought he might vomit. Mary waited a moment, then stood and moved to stand beside his chair.

"Next question: Do you have any idea how intensely I feel the same unbearable anguish and desperate lust? How I can no longer distinguish between the two, how they feed on one another, and consume me with a passion more intense than anything I've ever known?"

Before he could reply, Mary reached to jerk the man's chin up and bent to plunge her tongue into Trevor's mouth, curling her fingers into his hair, caressing his scalp, moaning and sucking his tongue.

"Every day I'm surrounded by little children," Mary huffed into Trevor's ear, curling her fingers into his crotch. "Every day I have memories... extrapolate those memories... dream of watching... this thing... all hard and wet and deep inside those innocent little girls, like... just like... my Daddy," she panted, licking at Trevor's ear. "Just knowing how desperately you want it makes me so... so..."

Trevor groaned, twisted in his chair, curled his arm around Mary's slim waist hidden beneath the voluminous folds of her habit, then jerked his hand away as he heard tiny footsteps prancing into the room.

"Ta-daaaaaa!" Megan announced proudly, flinging her arms wide and twirling to display her costume. Mary quickly stepped back from Trevor's chair and bent to reach into her bulky carry-bag as Trevor gazed at his little girl.

The little 6-year-old wore a baby-doll nightie, cherry red, with a chaste white collar awkwardly pinned on, with matching white ankle socks and a pair of shiny black Mary Jane shoes. Trevor immediately recognized the nightie. It was one he'd bought for her two years ago, now so small that the hem barely covered the waistband of the Minnie Mouse panties she wore, and displayed glimpses of her pale tummy as she twirled.

"Megan isn't acting in the school play this year, so we've been rehearsing a different play all week, just for one private performance, haven't we, Megan?" Mary explained.

"Look, Daddy, I'm Little Orphan Annie!" the child giggled, beaming her widest gap-toothed grin.

The obscenely short baby-doll nightie made her look more like Shirley Temple, but she looked very convincing as a little street urchin. They'd obviously worked on every detail of her "Orphan Annie" impersonation. The child's face, hands, legs and knobby knees were smudged with dirt, her hair was mussed up, and there was even a faint stain in the crotch of her dirty cartoon panties.

Trevor swallowed hard, then nervously chuckled and clapped his appreciation as Mary went to the sink to pour a glass of water. "Did you take your vitamins this morning, Mr. Nolan?" she asked, briskly. "We want you to be bright and alert, to fully appreciate the performance."

"Oh, yeah, of course I... always... uh..." Trevor halted mid-sentence as Mary calmly put the glass on the table, and placed a blue, diamond-shaped pill beside it.

"But that's... uh... No, I don't need Viag..."

"I know, you're a strong, fit man, and you don't really *need* vitamins like this one. But this is a special one I brought from the school infirmary, Mary smiled. "You'd be surprised to know the kinds of things a school nurse can get."

Trevor hesitated. "Come on, it can't hurt," Mary cooed, prodding Trevor's lips with the blue pill. "Just for a little energy boost. Maybe a boost for all three of us."

After watching him swallow the pill, Mary took Trevor's hand and led him to the living room.

"Now, you sit right here, Daddy gets a front row seat for this play," Mary smirked, patting a sofa cushion. "It's much more interesting than the school play this year."

"Oh, wait, you haven't paid, sir," the woman chirped, brusquely. "Sorry, but the price of admission is one pair of pants, briefs, and a shirt, please."

Trevor blushed and began disrobing as Mary crossed the room to draw curtains tightly over all the living room windows.

"Oh, it's getting darker outside," Mary said as she drew the curtains closed, and a low rumble of thunder sounded in the distance. Rain began hissing at the window panes. "We'd better turn on the stage lights, so we don't miss any of the performance," she chirped, switching on all the floor lamps in the room.

"Oh, look, Megan, Daddy looks very comfy like that, doesn't he?" Mary smiled, gazing down at the blushing, naked man on the sofa covering his flaccid penis with his hands.

"Well, since I'm not in *this* act of the play, I think I'll get comfy, too!" she said, tugging off her white head cowl to reveal her bright, coppery red hair bunched into a prim bun in back.

"Better take off this thing, too, so it doesn't get in the way," she smiled, tugging off her waist cincture and dangling crucifix. "And this, because it's so white, and we wouldn't want to... ah... spill anything on it, would we, Megan?" she said, wriggling out of the starched habit and draping it over a chair, to reveal a taut, slim figure in a demure, cream colored calf-length slip.

"And now, ladies and... gentleman... I proudly present... LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE!" Mary announced, sweeping her arm and grinning down to watch as Trevor uncovered his penis to applaud.

Megan dropped the crib sheet of lyrics she'd been studying and pranced to the middle of the room.

"The fun will come out... to-morrow!"

Megan began, singing the suggestively parodied lyrics in a childishly high-pitched, off-key voice, hands chastely clasped behind her back and swaying side to side, so the red babydoll nightie fluttered and swirled above her little cartoon panties as she sang.

"Bet your little bottom, that to-morrow...
There'll be FUN!"

she crooned, spinning around at the words "little bottom" to grasp her ankles and reveal a yellow sticky note on the back of her panties that read "wAnt to uSe mE, DadDy?" in a childish scrawl.

"Oh, isn't that cute, Mr. Nolan?" Mary whispered, settling beside him on the sofa and lightly stroking his bare thigh, her fingertips brushing his semi-turgid penis. "Your clever little Megan is ad-libbing!"

"Just thinkin' about... to-morrow...
Makes me wanna do stuff in my hollow...
Right down HEEERE!"

Megan sang, pouting and drawing her index finger seductively over the faint stain in her little panties.

"My hollow! My hollow!
It's Daddy's... to borrow!
And make it stink-y, for meeeee!"

She sang, tugging aside her panty crotch to reveal her puffy little pussy lips, swaying her tiny hips coyly and beaming a gap-toothed grin.

Mary clapped and beamed at the happy little girl, noticing Trevor from the corner of her eye as he applauded, with his hands held high to avoid hitting the now erect penis bobbing in his lap.

"Brava! Brava, little Megan!" Mary beamed, as the little girl giggled and bowed awkwardly, scuffing her tiny shoes on the floor with pride and shy embarrassment.

"Now, sing the other one, you know... You're never fully... you remember? Like we rehearsed," Mary prompted.

"Oh. Oh, yeah, um..." the child drew herself up, cleared her throat.

"Hey, nasty man, hey Daddy man,
You been wantin' it for a while..."

she sang in a slow, sultry cadence, putting on a sulky pout as she pranced back and forth, her little shoes clacking on the floor.

"But... Daddy...
You're never fully dressed without a smile!"

she sang, suddenly breaking into a gap-toothed grin, her crooked baby teeth gleaming from her dirt-smudged face as she jerked her nightie up to her chin to thrust her babyfat tummy and bulging little breasts at Trevor.

"Oooo, you like that song, don't you, Daddy?" Mary whispered, curling her fingers around Trevor's engorged dick and slowly stroking it as the child sang.

"Who cares what she's wearing...
Long as she's too little to know...

"It's what you wear, from here to here..."

she sang, using her chin to hold up the nightie as she jerked down her little panties,

"And on your little camel toe!"

"Oh, brava! Yay!" gushed Mary as she smoothed a gleaming bead of pre-cum down the length of Trevors' throbbing dick. "Wasn't that... special, Daddy? Go on, why don't you kiss your pretty little actress to show her how much you liked the show?"

Trevor stood and scooped little Megan up into his arms, fondling her panty bottom and swirling his tongue in her warm mouth. Smirking, Mary rose to stand beside him, fondling his rigid dick as he moaned in the child's mouth.

"No, no, Daddy, don't kiss her there," she whispered, sliding her hand down the length of his straining penis to cup and fondle his balls. "Kiss her where she likes it more... we've got another little surprise for you..."

Trevor groaned into the child's mouth and fell to his knees, dumping the giggling little tyke onto the sofa.

Mary knelt beside him, whispering into his ear. "Megan has been wearing the same panties... every day... all week long," she huffed, licking his ear and stroking his dripping dick. "Because we know how much Daddy loves to smell a really *dirty* little street urchin, like Little Orphan Annie..."

Trevor's dick jerked in Mary's grasping fingers and he fell forward, plastering his face into the child's wet panties. His nostril hairs curled at the foetid stench of stale sweat and urine and childish pussy goo as he tugged aside the stained fabric to lick and suck the stinking liquid into his mouth, twisting his head back and forth to smear his nose into the reeking, wet panty fabric.

Mary's grip tightened on his dick as she thrust her hand beneath her slip to stroke her dripping cunt. Her arousal was sharpened by the depraved lust she could see on Trevor's wet face and his desperate whimpering as he lost all control, eagerly sucking the child's drooling little twat.

"G- ghod, yeah, l- lick it... suck that nasty, stinking mess into your m- MOUTH!" Mary hissed into Trevor's ear, frantically reaming her dripping hole with three fingers and jerking the man's wet dick. "Don't you love it, Daddy? Such a pretty little girl should never smell like that..."

Megan giggled at the woman's funny words and eagerly draped her stumpy legs over Daddy's shoulders, gripped his ears and bounced on the sofa cushion, gurgling happily like a baby with a bottle, saliva bubbling from her open mouth as her little pee-pee tingled on the brink of the Very Special Feeling.

Megan could feel it coming, the butterflies were fluttering wildly in her tummy. It was always lots better when Daddy was so excited. She could hear Daddy moaning and whimpering into her little hole, and she could tell this one was going to be extra special.

Megan squeezed her eyes shut and dreamed of patting the soft fur of cute little puppies and bunny rabbits, and... oh... oh, it started happening, when she felt Daddy put his finger in there and begin wiggling it... wiggling it... "Oh... oh, whOOOOOOO!" cried Megan, bouncing her tiny bottom on the sofa and kicking her little shoes against Daddy's sweating back.

Megan thought it felt like a long roller-coaster ride, just when the ride went up over the top, and she was *flying*! Flying! All weightless, and floating in the air... except this time it just kept going up... and up... and up... as Megan grunted and snorted and kicked her little shoes, and the bright, sparkly things exploded behind her eyelids, and her little hole pinched and sucked greedily on Daddy's thick finger wiggling so deep up inside her.

The sensation of his tiny daughter's orgasm often put Trevor over the top, too. He hadn't used his little Megan for a week, and her wildly spasming little hole was sucking so urgently and sweetly on his finger, and she tasted so deliciously rancid today that he just gave up and began urgently fucking his wet dick into Mary's grasping fingers.

"N- no... NO!" Mary gasped, jerking her dripping hand away, and shoving Trevor back on his haunches. "No, not... not yet... not like that..." she panted at the flushed and shaking man.

"Just... just... wait..." Mary said, shakily climbing to her feet to dig once more in her bulky carry-bag. She rose holding a baby harness, motioned for Trevor to stand, and hooked it up over his neck and arms.

"Omigod..." Trevor whispered under his breath as he realized what the depraved nun had in mind.

"Ooooo, very nice... look at... that..." Mary hissed as she licked her thin lips and stared at Trevor's rigid dick. "Looks like that... vitamin is really kicking in."

Trevor had never felt the thing so long, and thick, in his life. His pharmaceutically enhanced penis was almost completely vertical, pointing at the ceiling, so stiff and thoroughly engorged that it couldn't even throb. The wet, meaty pole just drooled pre-cum down the shaft and burned with a dull ache that reached into the pit of his stomach, desperate to taste the sweet, warm slickness of his little daughter's vagina.

Mary slipped off Megan's panties and easily lifted the tiny tot to settle her into the harness, slipping her stumpy legs through the straps.

Megan giggled. "Hey, you're puttin' me in backwards! I remember when Daddy used to carry me in one of these, when I was a baby, but I'm s'posed to go in the other way, not facin' *away* from him!"

"No, honey, this is a special kind," Mary crooned, stroking the child's dirt-smudged face. "I like to sew, Mary, and I've customized this one so your Daddy can use you better. See how the front part is cut way down? That's so Daddy can feel your little tummy while he uses you. It makes Daddy very happy to feel how little you are while he's using you.

"And... feel down here," she continued, tugging the child's hand below her bottom. "See?" she smirked into Trevor's face. "I call it the Crotchless Carry-on! If I hadn't taken a vow of poverty, I'd patent it and make a fortune selling these to filthy pedophiles like your Daddy!"

Megan giggled and kicked her little feet in the harness. "Whass a peedofeel, Sister Mary?"

"Oh, it's just a grownup word for a nasty man who wants to use very little girls like you, Megan," Mary grinned into Trevor's sweating face. "That *is* what you want to do, isn't it, Daddy?" Mary cooed. "Don't you need to... use... this pretty little girl?"

"Y- [ahem]... yeah," Trevor managed, as another bubble of goo gleamed at the tip of his straining dick and slowly leaked down the thick shaft.

"What about you, Megan? Do you want Daddy to use you like this, sweetie?"

"Uh-huh!" the little girl giggled, kicking her legs with excitement.

"Oh, but... wait a second... let's get those shoes and socks off, so Daddy can feel your cute little feet, too, while he's using you," Mary said, reaching to unbuckle the shiny shoes and tug off the little ankle socks.

"There, that's better. Now, Megan, why don't you put it in for Daddy. Do you know where it goes, Megan?"

"Uh-huh, it goes in my baby hole, right here," the child chirped, grasping at the rigid penis and tucking the bulging head in place.

Megan stopped suddenly as her tiny fingers felt Daddy's thing. Oh, my! It was SO much bigger this time! Usually it kind of throbbed, and felt kind of lumpy, with big veins sticking out. But now... oh, now it was so big the skin was all smoothed out, and it felt as stiff as the smooth sides of a wet tumbler glass in her fingers!

Trevor closed his eyes, shaking with anticipation as he felt his daughter's tiny fingers fumbling awkwardly, trying to stuff the fat thing into her tiny vagina.

"Here... let me help, honey," Mary murmured as her hand closed over hers and nudged the bulging, red knob into the wet little hole. "There... we... go..."

Trevor held his breath, his mouth gaped into a wide "O" as he felt the child's liquid warmth envelop his straining meat. His eyes rolled white in his head, and he exhaled a long, ragged, "n-n-n-ghaaaaaaaa..." as the thing slowly glided into the warm, slick depths of his little girl.

Megan's eyes bulged and her jaw dropped as the fat meat slowly bloated the entire length of her little baby hole. She was all wet in there, but it was just so big!

"Eeeeew, Daddy, it feels too BIG in there this time!" the child squealed, wincing as her Daddy's thick penis bottomed out, and her bottom came to rest on his balls.

"Shhh... it'll be okay," Mary cooed, stroking the child's dirty face. "It's bigger because Daddy took some vitamins. The vitamins make it very, very big and stiff, so it almost hurts Daddy.

"That's why Daddy needs to use you, Megan. So your little girl hole can suck on it, and make Daddy feel better," she said, fondling Trevor's quivering balls. "Just hold very still for a minute, to get used to it, and... and to prevent Daddy from having an accident," she smirked into Trevor's sweating and trembling face.

Trevor was barely conscious of her words, all his concentration focused on choking back an instantaneous, premature orgasm as the warm, squeezing little hole sucked relentlessly at the entire length of his dick, which had been so neglected for a week.

"Does it feel good in there... Daddy?" Mary crooned, stroking her hand over the child's babyfat little tummy. "G- ghod," was all Trevor could manage, in a strangled voice as he drooled pre-cum into the little tot and willed his prostate to hold on.

Trevor's overtaxed imagination and chemically enhanced condition made it seem as though his penis was as long and rigid as a baseball bat stuffed into the child all the way up to her collarbone. The thing engorged even bigger when the little girl grunted and squirmed trying to accommodate the bulging phallus that bloated and stretched her tiny, infantile fuck hole, and he felt it moving inside her.

"Don't think about it, Daddy, or you'll lose control," Mary cooed into Trevor's ear. "Think about something else," she whispered, tugging Trevor's large hands beneath the small nightie to curl into the child's soft tummy.

"Feel how *little* she is?" Mary mewed. Feel those nice, soft little baby breasts, so round and firm for Daddy," she murmured, moving his hands up.

"Oh, g- ghod, s- stop it... stop it," Trevor groaned helplessly, shaking with lust as his trembling hands caressed and fondled the small child impaled on his balls.

"Here... feel her little feet, Daddy... feel how soft and tender they are... they're like little baby feet, aren't they, Daddy, so soft and tiny... and yet, you've got your big, hard DICK stuffed all the way up inside your little baby... fucking your pretty baby, and feeling her little feet..."

"That tickles," Megan mumbled, squirming in her harness as Trevor fondled her tightly curled toes.

"Okay, Megan, Daddy will stop tickling you. Now he'll hold your little feet for you, while you bump up and down, like you're doing jumping jacks in school, okay?" Mary murmured.

"GhOD, yes... yesyesyesyesyes, oghod..." Trevor groaned loudly, holding her tiny feet as the child slowly began pumping up and down.

"Oh, s-s-s-s-shitttt, that's so... f- fucking... NASTY!" Mary hissed as she stared with wide eyes at the bloated phallus sucking out of the tiny child, gleaming with her sexual arousal and his, then slowly sinking back into her to the root. "Oh, yesss, you filthy pervert... f- fuck that little thing... fuck that little baby hole!"

"Ga- ga- g- gonna c- cum, can't... can't h- help it... c- can't help it, little baby," Trevor croaked, squeezing the child's soft, tiny feet with trembling hands as the little girl slowly rose and fell, milking his quivering dick.

"No, NO, not YET!" Mary hissed. "Make it last... please... make it last, for me, I *need* it... I need more... more..."

Mary jerked Megan's little feet from Trevor's hands and the child fell heavily down into the harness. Both man and child yelped in pain as the little girl smacked down onto Trevor's balls, and his unnaturally bloated, rigid penis skewered the child.

"Come on, um... dance with me, Trevor... let's teach little Megan how to dance, okay?" she pleaded, trying to distract him by folding his arms around her and swaying gently.

His desperate need for relief quelled momentarily by the unexpected testicular impact, the stunned man stumbled along as Mary led the obscene dance routine.

Mary's A-cup breasts where so small that the bumps barely showed beneath her prim, silk slip, but her nipples were so engorged that they looked like little tent poles, poking the gossamer fabric an inch out from her breasts. She leaned into the impaled little girl, crushing her aching nipples into the child's swollen breasts, panting over her shoulder to Trevor, "Kiss me... kiss me..."

The unabashed lust in the woman's eyes made Trevor's dick bloat again deep inside the little girl, and she yelped, "Eeeww!" as he plastered his mouth to Mary, moaning and urgently sucking Mary's swirling tongue.

Megan was thrilled by the sound of her Daddy's desperate moaning into the nice lady's mouth, but she grunted quietly in her harness as the dance motions made Daddy's big, fat thing squish around deep inside her tummy.

"This is silly," Megan announced, in a petulantly childish voice as her Daddy danced in slow circles around the room, sweating and grinding his dick deeply inside her tummy. "How can you dance when there isn't any music?"

Her tensed fingers digging into Trevor's scalp relaxed, and Mary broke the long, deep kiss, panting, saliva dripping from her thin lower lip.

"Well... wh- why don't you sing for us, Megan?" Mary panted, staring into Trevor's lust-dimmed eyes. "Sing... ah... Mary Had a Little Lamb... while... while Daddy d- dances with us," she huffed, grinding her hips into the child to make the man part his lips and groan at the sensation.

"Mary had a lit-tel lamb... lit-tel lamb...
lit-TEL lamb!"

the child began in her high-pitched, sing-song voice.

"Oh, yeah... oh, yes, Megan, that makes it so... so GOOD for Daddy," Mary breathed into Trevor's flushed face as the child sang, swinging her short legs in time to the song.

"Good, Megan... good little girl... keep singing, sweetie," Mary huffed, struggling to slip down the shoulder straps of her flimsy slip.

Mary's small breasts popped free, her stiff nipples so engorged and puckered that they were nearly black. Trembling with lust, she jerked up the child's nightie and leaned into her, grinding her teeth and raking her hard, straining nipples across the soft, miniature pebbles bulging from Megan's little breasts.

"Oh... my... ghod..." Trevor rasped, drooling down his chin and staring with wild eyes at the shockingly obscene sight, watching the silver crucifix on Mary's necklace slowly swinging as the depraved nun panted and teased his daughter's tiny nipples with her own.

"Yeah, look, Daddy... look at that... go on, say it," Mary hissed through bared teeth. "Tell me I'm just a nasty slut... and you're just a filthy pig, letting me tease your little girl while you fuck her..."

"And every-where that Mary went...
the lamb was sure to goooooo,"
Megan sang, merrily.

"Omigod, you... you are... you *are* a nasty slut," Trevor whispered, his voice hoarse, his knees buckling as he staggered in slow circles around the room, hunching his artificially bloated dick into his daughter's warm, slick little cunt hole in rhythm with the song.

"Oh, yeah... oh, yeah... isn't she such a pretty little girl, Daddy? H- hot, pretty little girl, with such pretty little pigtails?" Mary hissed, flicking the braids into Trevor's sweating face to tease him.

"God, it makes me so... fucking... HOT to say these disgusting things out loud... I'm just so filthy sick... oh... oh... stop singing, baby, h- here... s- suck on it..." Mary panted, thrusting an engorged nipple into the surprised child's mouth.

"No... no, Megan... b- BITE it... I need you to... to ch- CHEW on it with your little baby teeth, Megan," the woman hissed through clenched teeth.

Mary emitted a deep, guttural groan as she felt the crooked little teeth gnawing on her straining nipple.

"Oh, s-s-s-shit, yeah... s-s-s-shit, yeah!" she gasped, reflexively grabbing the child's tiny bottom, jamming it down and grinding the impaled little girl on her Daddy's fat dick.

Megan yelped and spat out Mary's hard, wet nipple as she felt the big thing bloat her insides. Trevor's eyes crossed, he threw back his head and roared, "Oh, no, no... I c- can't... c- CAN'T STAND IT!"

"No! No, d- dammit, don't... don't you d- DARE!" Mary practically growled, reaching to jerk the little kid off his wet dick and out of the halter. The stunned man just stood there, shaking, his bloated penis pointing nearly straight up, jerking and dripping on the floor.

Mary jerked the halter off of the stunned man, thrust the child back into his arms, facing him this time, and panted as she watched his rigid dick glide back inside the little girl.

The desperately aroused woman bent and frantically clawed into her carry-bag again, then stood to plug a stethoscope into Trevor's ears, and press the diaphragm into Megan's tummy, just above her pubic bone.

"Now... NOW you can let it go, you godless heathen," Mary hissed, dropping to her knees in front of him. "Don't just feel it... I want you to *hear* just how nasty it is to defile this pretty little child with your disgusting, stinking slime," she growled from deep in her throat.

Trevor shuddered, his face went white, his neck crimson with shame as he helplessly ground his daughter's tiny bottom on his balls to savor the obscenely wet squelching sound of his thick penis rooting so deeply inside her overstuffed vagina.

Trevor's mind shrieked at him to stop, to cry, to apologize, but he was anesthetized, intoxicated by the exquisitely shameful sensations of forbidden kiddie sex overwhelming all his senses. His ears rang with the shockingly clear sound of the little pussy slurping relentlessly on the entire length of his stiff, quivering penis... his nostrils flared at the musky scent of the childish sex goo squishing out of her with each deep thrust into her unwashed little cunt...

Megan could feel her Daddy's big hands holding her bottom beneath the babydoll nightie, could feel his hot breath panting on her head, and that big, hard thing squishing around inside her. Then Megan felt something else. It felt like Sister Mary was licking Daddy's big ping-pongs with her tongue!

Sister Mary was making squishy noises, too, beneath her slip, and panting, and her tongue was licking all over the bottom of Daddy's wet thing, and it was tickling the mouth of her little hole, and it felt like Sister Mary was trying to get Daddy's ping-pongs inside her mouth!

And then Sister Mary got them all the way in there, and Daddy said, "Oh God!" real loud and he kind of fell against the wall, shaking and jerking as Megan felt the thing in her tummy start squirting all the stinky stuff inside her.

Daddy sounded like an animal Megan once heard roaring at the zoo, and Sister Mary was kind of yelling, "MM-hhhMMMMM! "MM-hhhMMMMM." But Megan could barely hear Mary, because her mouth was all stuffed full of Daddy's ping-pongs.

Overstuffed by Daddy's bloated, squirting penis, there was nowhere for his sperm to go inside Megan's little hole, so the stinking jism gushed out to splash all over Mary's face as she knelt on the floor and howled her pleasure into Daddy's wet ping-pongs, frantically working her hand under her slip as she licked and sucked the wrinkled, fleshy sack and her nostrils quivered at the stench of male semen dripping down her pale cheeks.

Megan knew Daddy would have a lot of stinky stuff this time, because he'd been saving it up for a week, but she was shocked. That must have been a really good vitamin, she thought. Daddy's big thing just kept heaving and jerking and squirting inside her, and splashing down into Sister Mary's face, until Daddy finally slowed down and stopped. But even then his body jerked a little bit every few seconds, and Megan could feel a little bit more of the stuff squirt in there.

Daddy just laid back against the wall, shaking and gasping. Sister Mary finally stopped shaking, and then spat out Daddy's wet ping-pongs, and climbed unsteadily to her feet. She coughed and spat on the floor, then jerked off the stethoscope, tossed it to the floor and lunged into Daddy, plunging her tongue into his mouth.

Sister Mary smelled especially stinky while she was kissing Daddy. The stuff was all over her face, and flowing down her wet titties, and dripping from the little cross she wore on her necklace. Daddy smelled really stinky, too, by the time she finished kissing him, but Megan could tell he was very happy, so she just grinned and snuggled into his sweaty chest hairs.

Daddy staggered a few feet to collapse heavily on the sofa, gasping for breath, still clasping his deeply impaled little girl. This time the thing inside Megan didn't get all soft like it usually did after Daddy was finished. It still felt real big inside Megan, and kind of jerked every few seconds, and made Megan feel all warm and proud and happy.

Sister Mary went to the bathroom and came back with a damp towel to mop up all the stinky stuff, then sat on the sofa. Her face was all red, and she looked kind of embarrassed. Daddy started to say something, but she stopped him, with a finger pressed to his lips.

"No, don't try to figure it out. I haven't," Mary said to Trevor, in her flat, even voice. "All I know is... it's just something... something I need. Something you need. It may go against all the laws of man, but I cannot believe it is against the will of God, because he made us, as we are, and his disciples taught us to love one another. So... oh, let's just not talk about it, okay? I really don't want to go there."

The sexually sated and stunned man just nodded, relieved to be excused from any comment. Trevor had been a committed atheist since age 14, and had absolutely no idea how to respond to the theological views of an apparently devout Christian trying to rationalize lusts just as deviant as his own.

Megan curiously watched her Daddy's face, but she couldn't figure out what he was thinking, or what the nice lady was talking about, so she just closed her eyes and snuggled into Daddy's broad chest.

Mary reached to stroke Trevor's hairy thigh. "Let's just... let it take us where it will, and not worry about it, okay? As long as we're all happy. Are you happy, Megan?"

"Uh-huh," the child nodded, solemnly. "It was kinda too big in me this time, but I know it makes Daddy real happy to use me that way, and that makes me happy, too."

"Well, good, then that makes it unanimous," she said briskly as she stood. "Now, who's up for some lunch? I'm ravenous!"

Megan grinned and squirmed to unplug herself from Daddy's thing. It was still all big and hard, and it made a funny plop when it squeezed out of her.

"Oh! Oh, no... wait a sec, honey," Mary suddenly said. "Just... just sit still for a minute, Megan, this is some of the best part," she whispered, reaching to peel open Megan's pudgy pussy lips. She stuffed the slimy towel beneath Megan's little bottom and licked her own lips as she watched the viscous sperm slowly ooze out of her tiny hole to form a milky puddle in the towel.

"Mmmmm, look! Smell that, Megan? That's the smell that shows how much your Daddy loves you. Isn't that nice?"

"Eeeew, no! I think it's stinky!" the child giggled, crinkling up her nose and pinching it with her fingers.

END of Chapter 2