For a moment there was another silence. His body was tense with desire above me, electric against my own, the tension delicious.

"Oh fuck Stella!" he finally breathed, "would it turn you on to do that? To play act my pre-teen daughter? To have me fuck you like that? To be a little girl for me? Really?"

I was hugely aroused, turned on more than I could ever remember, but it was all so controlled, so relaxed, so good and easy feeling. I chuckled softly and wickedly up at him, delighted by his delight, thrilled by his enthusiasm.

"Oh yes! Yes!" I breathed. "It would turn me on hugely, it really would John. It would be acting out one of my own fantasies .. and the thought of being your little girl, of you being my filthy pedo Daddy ... god can you imagine just how filthy and dirty we could get with each other!"

He chuckled. Chuckled. My heart soared, breathless and free. Only moments before we'd been like rampant young ones, him like a dog with two cocks while I did my all to deep throat his tongue. And here we were now, both controlled but both hugely excited, teasing and enjoying one another, revealing our true selves without reservation. I felt as though I walked on air, like Hillary on Everest, Armstrong on the moon.

He moved over me, supporting himself now on straight arms above me and I splayed my thighs wide in invitation, my hands stroking his sides, caressing his strong chest in the darkness.

"Right now?" he asked quietly, his voice calm and serious, but I realised that his seriousness was the same as my own. We were like disciples walking on hallowed ground, both aware of how privileged we were, both in awe of where our feet took us.

In truth I had to think for a moment. I did want to play his little girl, and not just for him but for us. But I wanted to do it properly, make it as good for both of us as I could, and the hard facts of the matter were I knew pretty well nothing about her.

"No, not right now John, at least not fully, not in the way I think I would like us to act out this wicked little fantasy. When I do it I want to do it as well as I can, I want it to be so salacious and wicked and contrived and nasty that both of us get the very best out of it, even if it is just play acting. I want to--I need to--know who she is, how you see her, the dirty little details that turn you on most of all, the kind of things you've fantasised happening, how you envisage it all happening. Can you follow that? Am I making sense?"

He lowered himself onto his elbows so his body pressed against my own. I could feel and welcomed the heat and the weight of him on me, bellies pressed together, his heavy thighs between my own.

Slipping a hand down I edged my fingers between his hip and my thigh and realising what I was about he rolled over slightly, taking his weight off that side so my fingers slipped between us and I could take his rigid erection delicately in my fingers.

For a moment I just toyed with the neck of his penis, taking it between forefinger and thumb just below his deliciously flared head and stroking him that way. Then I guided him downwards until his domed helmet touched my clit and I began to masturbate myself with the very tip of his erection.

"I understand, understand fully Stella. You're right, it would be better planned, more exciting if we contrived it together ... and think of the fun we can have planning it!"

Oh sweet bliss. His voice hissing softly in my ear, lighting fires in my brain, crackling sparks in my imagination. I stirred his swollen cock head in the top of my slit, teasing my clit with its hot, slippery touch, teasing both of us with my wanton behaviour.

"Yes ... oh yes John. Slow and wicked and detailed and nasty! We can sit one night, naked together so we can see each other clearly, and you can tell me all about her, every last dirty detail be they imagined or otherwise. Would you like that? Would you like us to be as evil and wicked as that?"

"Yes, fuck yes! I want to tell you all about her Stella, I want you to know all the filthy fantasies I've enjoyed about her, I want you to know all the filthy things I've imagined doing to her, all the things I've really done to her. I want to share her with you Stella. I want us to enjoy her together" he hissed delightedly into my neck, his face pressed close to mine now, his body moving above me, pushing, hips slowly thrusting up and down in time to my own, both of us moving in unison.

I teased his cock head with my clit, teased my clit with his cock head, my own hips moving, lifting to meet his, rubbing our overheated sex's together so my cunt juice smeared his helmet and his pre-cum guttered into my slit. It was heaven ... heaven with horns and forked tails and barbed tridents, warm flames licking at us from the background.

"Yes!" I hissed slow and low, mind alight with wickedness. "You can tell me the age you want her to be, how you want her made up, what you want her to be wearing ... I can wear her clothes, her night dress ....."

"Her pyjamas" he breathed, "her soft flannel pyjamas ... "

Oh sweet Jesus, what have I done to deserve this ... he wants me to wear her little flannel pyjamas! My mind reeled with the image of me standing before him dressed as desired, my hands holding the little flannel top up high, his hands at the elasticated waist band of the pyjama bottoms .. sliding them slowly down over my hips so I could display my hairless slit for his lecherous gaze.

"Oh fuck yes!" I enthused, hips lifting, and I could feel him thrill to my reaction, cock twitching with delight in my gently moving finger tips, pulsing with lust for the cunt it kissed. "And you can tell me how you want her to act--any way at all John--shy and coy and uncertain if you wanted, uncertain but willing cause you're my Daddy and I trust you...."

His breath rasped delighted in my ear, fingers digging into my shoulders with excitement, hips pressing me into the bed.

"Or I could be reluctant and petulant and huffy and disrespectful and you'd have to punish me, spank me and hit me as I wriggled naked on your lap, your big hand slapping hard into my soft flesh as I squirmed and writhed and cried out ... and then you'd have to rape me ... hold me down spread like a star fish beneath you and force your big adult cock hard into my defenceless little cunt ..."

His body juddered against me, breath held, muscles tensed, and I could feel the need in him, the desire just to force his cock hard and deep into me at that very moment. But he resisted and desisted and I loved him for it. Loved the fact I could arouse him so much, loved the fact we were on the same wavelength, that my thoughts were his thoughts. And loved him for his self control, for the fact that he, like me, was enjoying this all to much to end it with some frantic, uncontrolled thrust.

"Jesus Stella but you're one dirty little bitch ..." he panted, the pleasure so obvious in his voice.

"What? You don't like?" I teased, tweaking the head of his penis and sliding it down between the slickness of my gaping sex lips so he could feel how wet and open I was for him.

He chuckled wickedly. "I fucking love it! It's as though you've seen inside my head!"

"I have seen inside your head John ... every time I look inside my own."

With that we kissed. At first wildly as though in celebration, fireworks flaring, balloons popping, champagne ejaculating. And then we slowed, calmly and sensuously enjoying the taste of on another, gently fucking each other's mouths with our tongues.

His lips moved once more to my ear, his body moving gently on mine so I no longer had to tease my slit and clit with his wonderful cock head, only hold it against my oil slippery sex flesh as he slid it up and down.

"I love both those scenario's Stella, love them, and we will play them out, we can play out anything we want, anything at all ..." he breathed into my ear, hugging me bear like now so my neck and head were supported by his forearms.

I nodded vigourously against him, encouraging further revelations, greater detail, my mind alight with the images his words painted.

"And I'd love you to dress up one night--still being a little girl for me, my own daughter even--but dressed up like a little whore ..."

"Oh yes! Tell me what you'd like, what you'd really enjoy!" I gasped, loving every moment, every single passing second, hips striving against his own, wanting his cock in my cunt as we whispered and realising with greater delight that it was him who was now holding back, dictating the play and resisting me, teasing me and making me wait.

"A little red number ... baby dolls ..."

"Yes! Transparent baby dolls!"

"Oh fuck yes Stella .. so I could see your little body through them .. make you pose in front of the firelight in them ...."

"And make up? Lots of make up?" "Yes! Yes, made up like a little whore!"

My stomach flipped over and I thrust my hips up at him, desperate now.

"And you could take photos of me, really dirty photos, telling me exactly how to pose, telling me explicitly ...."

"Yes! Yes! That exactly. Use you to make pornography ... really dirty kiddie porn .. tell you to hold your hairless little slot wide open for the camera .."

Gasoline on flame again, my brain alight, the filter between it and mouth burnt out ...

"Oh fuck yes .. yes! My filthy pedo Daddy using me for porn .. really explicit filthy dirty kiddie porn .. make me hold my little baby slot wide open while he takes pictures of me ... and all the time you could be telling me about how you send those pictures to other men .. to filthy dirty pedophiles ... telling me the kind of explicit poses they love to see little girls like me doing, all the filthy things they like to leer and lech and drool over as they masturbate their big mature cocks .... oh fuck John I am so close .. I think I could cum again, cum with you inside me .. please ... please?"

And now it was him in control, me in tatters, and I loved it and loved him for it. For making me wait, for making me plead, for making me so fucking desperate.

"If you want cock Stella you're going to have to beg for it." he hissed and his words sent shocks of joy through my brain.

"Beg for it dirty? Really dirty?" I hissed with delight, nails digging into him now, trying to coax his cock into my cunt, body writhing beneath his, loving every dirty second.

"Really dirty Stella. Filthy! Plead for cock .. pedo cock!"

My body convulsed as though electrocuted. My heart tried to hammer its way out of my chest. My nipples ached painfully as though being crushed and my thighs juddered with delight.

"Oh fuck yes! And do you want me to be pedo cunt or pre-teen cunt ... or maybe even baby cunt?" I hissed nastily into his ear, hips thrusting, still begging for impalement.

He gasped, his body going rigid, and I delighted in how I could shock him so deliciously. He wanted it just as I wanted it and my brain did an Irish jig inside my head. It was as though we were pushing one another, trying to find boundaries and secretly hoping there weren't any.

"Pedo cunt you filthy fucking bitch. I want you to be pedo cunt for me ... my filthy fucking pedo whore ...." And with that he relented, his body slackening, his weight coming back onto me.

Quickly I guided his cock head to my hole, feeling explosive joy as the mushroom pushed into me, pushed harder as I tensed my muscles as tight as I could to make it hard for him, denying yet encouraging his penetration. His whole helmet was enveloped within my slippery sex lips, I could feel it in there and my fingers confirmed its burial. Digging the nails of my free hand deep into his shoulder I commanded he stop, told him to stay still. I could feel his confusion but he relented, his pressure easing as he held himself motionless over me, his question hanging in the air but left unsaid.

Gently so as not to dislodge him I encouraged him to lean over against my thigh so he took his weight on one elbow. Taking my hand from where it had been playing with his cock, guiding it, I slid it up between us, gently grasped his wrist in my free hand and guided it slowly once more down between our bodies until his fingertips touched my sex. Slowly I trailed them over the distended and bulging lips, then up onto the rigid heat of his cock shaft, repeating the process several times as he breathed short and shallow against my cheek.

Once he had the idea, once his fingers began to follow the path without assistance, I released them and began to follow them with my own.

"Feel that John. Can you feel it? Can you feel how your cock is just inside my slit lips? Can you feel your shaft jutting from my sex? Can you feel your big cock head enveloped in my outer lips--buried between them--hidden? That's all you'd manage to get into a little pre-teen slit John, that's all you'd get into a virgin, that's all you'd get into your little daughter, that's all you'd get into baby cunt ...."

I felt his stomach muscles clench violently, felt the rush of warm breath on my neck.

"Yes!" I encouraged wickedly, delighting in my own sordidness, "feel it John, feel that cock buried head deep in hairless cunt flesh, feel the bald pussy lips so smooth and slick as they suckle round your helmet, clasp around your shaft. I am your pedo whore John, your pedo slut, that's what I want to be, that's what I've always wanted to be. And I want us to have a really filthy pedo fuck ... nothing held back ... nothing."

Our fingers danced a slow orgy of delight, chasing and teasing one another as they caressed and played over bulging sex lips and taut skinned shaft, feasting on the sensations, the touch, the feel of adult cock jutting so obscenely, head embedded deep between smooth lips ....

"Daddy cock in daughter slot" he hissed with vindictive glee.

"Pedo cock in pre-teen pussy" I spat with perverse relish.

"Adult knob in kiddie cunt" he rasped breathlessly.

"Old man's cock in baby slit" I gasped, eyes slitted with evil rapture. "Put it in me now John, nice and slow and gentle so we can feel the big cock going into the hairless slit, feel your nasty pedo cock penetrating my little baby hole, my pedo hole."

Controlled, oh so controlled, he took his weight fully on knees and one elbow, the fingers of his free hand still dancing with obscene delight alongside my own.

As we gently fondled, caressed and stroked our combined sex's, using our fingers like eyes in the darkness, I relaxed my cunt muscles, John pushed slowly and easily, and his cock head entered my hole with only the slightest resistance.

Immediately he halted and for a moment we lay just breathing hot excited breath into one another's ears, relishing the partial penetration, fingers slowly gloating over the feel of his thick shaft protruding from my clasping cunt.

"Oh yes .. yes Babe, can you feel that? Can you feel how your big pedo cock pushed up inside my little hole? Can you feel how you've opened and stretched me ... how adult cock's split baby whore hole ....?"

"That's what your little cunt is for Stella, that's why dirty little sluts like you spread your legs so wide in invitation ... so filthy old men like me can stick our big, dirty, pervert's cocks deep inside, right up into your tight little fuck hole, penetrating and piercing you, stretching and impaling you, splitting your hairless sex lips wide ...."

I was in heaven, brain aflame with perverse delight, his words igniting hot, bright flares in my imagination. Our fingers drank in the feel of cock in cunt, feasting like evil ghouls over the body of a baby, dancing naked flesh on naked flesh.

I felt him tense to push deeper and though my mind and body craved it I halted him by clasping his cock tightly in my fingers, stilling his impending thrust.

"Wait!" I breathed. "Just one more thing, just one more thing I want to do for us before we fuck ...."

His body relaxed and even though we were both near fever pitch I could sense his wicked grin of delight in the darkness, feel it in his body.

Gently I eased him back out of me, gasping with pleasure and loss as his swollen helmet popped from my now clasping hole.

Rolling fully onto my back once more I splayed my thighs wide beneath him, as wide as I could get them. John came onto his knees between them, the covers draped from his shoulders so cool air entered the steamy atmosphere of the bed, masturbating himself with long, slow strokes in the darkness, his cock now slick with pre-cum and cunt juice so each stroke was announced by a delicious 'schlick' in the darkness.

'Schlick ... Schlick ... Schlick'

Mind alight, nipples aching, stomach churning, cunt burning I splayed myself openly beneath him, slipping both hands down to take the swollen outer lips of my sex in finger tips and stretch them wide apart, opening myself like a flower for his touch.

"Feel that Babe, feel that and tell me if I'm wide enough open for you."

Even in the darkness John needed no further prompting, no explanation. He knew what I was doing for him--for us.

His fingers found my splayed sex, the flesh stretched wide, my hole open, and with a near religious reverence they played over the exposed and slippery heat of me.

"Oh fuck yes Stella ... go on babe .. wider... open yourself wider if you can ... Do it!"

Obediently, eagerly, desperately I stretched my cunt flesh until it hurt, pulling myself open until I thought I'd split in two.

"Is that wide enough Babe?" I hissed. "Wide enough for your big cock head .. wide enough for your big pedo cock head?"

His reply was just a gasp, and in the darkness I felt rather than saw as he edged forward, cock in fist, and pressed the swollen knob into my proffered sex. I held myself wide as his weight pressed the bulbous helmet into me, into my hole, gasping in turn with the delight of it, still holding myself painfully wide as he edged down, his weight coming onto me, his cock sinking full length into my splayed cunt with only two firm pushes.

For moments we lay like that until finally I released my sex lips allowing them to suckle wantonly around the thick root of his penis.

I thought he would thrust and hump and force himself into me, but he didn't. Instead he began to push firmly but slowly, at the same time grinding his hips against my own so our pelvis's rotated together, my clit crushed between our pubic bones.

For a moment this didn't work for me but as I lay and let him have his way with me I suddenly felt the fire return to my tiny nub. My orgasm, so long held at bay, reared its beautiful head once more. The breath exploded from my tensed body and I melted beneath him, my hips grinding in response to his own, this new found form of fucking so, so much better than the frantic hammering which was all I'd so far experienced. I was going to cum again, cum again with a cock in me and my heart and mind soared with the realisation.

"Imagine doing what we've just done with the lights on Stella .. you with your dirty little pedo cunt splayed openly, begging for pedo cock ... me pressing the bloated cum leaking helmet to your greedy sex lips .... pedo cock in pedo slot ..." he hissed.

"Fuck yes, oh fuck yes! Or in front of a mirror so we could both watch as your big perverted cock entered my whore hole, my pedo whore hole ... like Daddy cock in daughter cunt! Oh fuck Babe .. give me that pedo cock, give it to me nice and slow and dirty! God but I've never felt like this before ... I'm going to have another cum John ... I'm going to cum on your cock again ..."

"That's because it's a pedo cock Stella and that's what you crave, isn't it you little pedo slut, you fucking filthy little pedo whore. You crave nasty cock, the filthiest nastiest cock imaginable!"

My brain exploded and my body thrust up hard against his relentless grinding, my clit crushed so I thought it might burst between us like an overripe cherry.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, yes!" I gasped, orgasm rearing over me like some delicious monster in a horror movie, threatening me, about to engulf me, fangs dripping .....

Through my sex haze, through the mists that swirled around the tombstones as my monster approached, I sensed that John was about to cum as well. I became like a limpet beneath him, arms and legs gripping him tightly too me as he ground hard into me, his cock swelling ... growing inside me ...

"I'm a fucking filth bitch John ... a pedophile ... a pedo slut ... your pedo slut. I want us to revel in it John, revel in our combined and mutual filth, wallow in the gutter, our bodies entwined. I want to finger your asshole and suck your pedo cock as you watch kiddie porn, knowing your cock is hard for the little girls ... and I want to frigg myself off shamelessly in front of you as I watch hairless little boys playing with their stiff little boy cocks ...."

"Oh fuck yes Stella, lets really wallow, rejoice in being perverts together .. oh fuck but I'm close babe .. so close ..."

"Oh fuck yes Babe ... just cum .. fill me with your lovely filthy pedo spunk ... feed me with your filth, make me filthy .... imagine if we'd met when your daughter was really young ... imagine what we could have done with her ... too her!"

"Oh fuck Stella .. don't stop ..."

"Imagine me getting her ready for you, all laid out on a nice white bath towel, little body pink from the heat of her bath water ... imagine me preparing her for you, coating her plump little gash with baby oil so it was all slippery and shiny, my fingers running up and down between her plump little lips as I massage it into her, getting her tiny cunt ready for your, big, dirty cock .... you filthy pedo cock ...."

And with that my head exploded in time to Johns cock, my demon engulfed me, my orgasm enveloped me.

For long minutes we lay motionless, little aftershocks like the tremors after an earthquake shuddering through us, each setting off the other as though we were one. I lay back, relaxed now, sighing with contentment. Contentment that at last I could be the person I really was, the person I'd kept buried and hidden for so many years.

Even more exciting was the knowledge this, what we had so far indulged in, was only the beginning. The Beginning.