Chantelle Takes a Break

"It's all right, Mands," I said easily, "Chantelle will come and stay with me, have a little holiday." I looked over at my favourite little moppet playing with her dolls in the corner. "Won't you, baby?" I asked loudly - and then "Chantelle?"

Chantelle looked up, startled. She eyed me waryily, clearly wondering if she should have been paying closer attention. She knew full well that paying close attention to her "daddy" was very important. Very, very fucking important. "Uh..." She stammered slightly; very gratifying. "D - Daddy?"

"Chantelle," I asked softly, fixing her with a stare but watching Mandy out of the corner of my eye, wringing her fat hands in alarm, "Chantelle, were you not listening?"

"Yes!" she squeaked, looking quickly from me to her fat mother and back. "Yes..." she repeated softly, a flicker of uncertainty shadowing her face. I grinned. It would've been fun to chase this but I was feeling generous.

"I said, baby, that you'll come and stay with me while your mummy goes to look after nana, OK?"

Chantelle's blue eyes were wide, but she knew what her answer needed to be. She was a good girl, so she was, a good little girl for her step-daddy, did as she was told. Now she nodded energetically.

"Uh-huh! Uh-huh!" she smiled, glancing across at her mother for confirmation.

Mandy was still wringing her hands. "But Ian, love, I could take her with me, no bother, and mum would like to see her, be nice for her after bein' stuck in hospital, see her little granddaughter, it would. No need to bother -"

"No bother, Mands," I said easily. "No bother at all. Me and Chantelle'll have a laugh without you fussing and moaning all the time. Won't we, moppet? And your mam won't want her under her feet while she's on the mend, will she now?"

"But Ian -" she began again.

"Shut the FUCK up you fucking SLAG!" I snapped. "I was in a good mood, I was, but your fucking WHINING is doing my fucking head in!" I rose and in two strides was towering above her as she cowered back into the arm chair. "Are you fucking starting, Mands? Are you fucking wanting to start something here? Are you?" My hands went to my belt buckle. Mandy's eyes flew wide.

"No, no no no, Ian love, no, no, 'course not love, no, 'course not, I just didn't want to give you no bother with Chantelle, but of course she'll stay with you, I just..."

I let her babble a little longer, relishing the fear oozing out of her, then stretched and took a deep breath.

"Well, good," I said. "Mands, you know I hate it when you give me that yip, don't ya? Nearly got me cross there with your yip, di'n't ya? Silly cow!" I reached out a hand. "Now give us a kiss!"

My quivering jelly of a girlfriend stared up at me, and slowly held out a pudgy hand. I grabbed it, squeezing pretty hard, and hauled her up. Christ she was a fucking weight! I did like her plump and soft, but she was definitely beefier than she'd ever been. Chantelle was putting it on a bit too, which was nice. I cupped Mandy's pale face in my other hand and bent to kiss her, roughly, with a little nip of my teeth to remind her of her place.

"There," I said, smiling. "All friends again, yeah?" I let go of her hand and slapped her butt, hard. "Right, I'm hungry, so go get the dinner on, there's a love. I'll drive you over to yer mam's place in the morning and take Chantelle back to mine for the week, and we'll all be just fine. You can concentrate on yer mam without Chantelle under your feet. Right?"

Mandy quivered and smiled sickly. I turned to the little girl, sitting meekly in the corner, dolls dangling forgotten in her fingers.

"Right, moppet?"

Chantelle had been quiet on the drive from Mandy's mother's place back to mine. Mandy had been huggy and a bit tearful with her when I dropped her off but I chose to ignore it. I chatted happily at Chantelle, not really expecting much in the the way of answer, and she nodded and spoke the odd word, cuddling Mr Bunny and sometimes sucking her thumb, which she still did on and off. Sexy little mouth, she has. I got steadily more and more excited the closer we got to my house.

Chantelle was used to me now, used to my little ways. She was a good girl for her step daddy, a willing partner in our family bedtime games, eager to please, but she was also a little afraid of me. Settling into the family, I'd ensured my dominance was understood and respected, and if that meant one or the other of them got the rough edge of my tongue, or my hand, or my belt, from time to time, well, that's just what you gotta do, yeah?

Despite her quiet she was looking super-cute today. She'd grown her hair long over the past six months, at my insistence, and it was caught up in two bunches with big pink scrunchy things, my favourite little-girl style for her. Her face was fuller than it had been - I spoiled her on sweets and crisps and chocolate and her mother fed her plenty of chips - but her chin still had the pixie-pointedness and her nose was as snubby-cute as ever. To me she looked even hotter with a few more pounds on; her little tummy was nicely curvy, and lovely and soft, and her bottom was round and pert. She was six now, quite the little lady, and well versed in playing with daddy.

She'd never been to my place, and I'd had few opportunities to have her to myself over the year I'd been with Mands. But a whole week ahead, little Chantelle and me - and maybe a buddy or two... I had a rock-hard cock by the time I parked up outside the house.

I live in a little end-terraced gaff right beside an old railway embankment. The street goes under the old railway right outside my door; opposite there's a big old patch of scrub where a station used to be years ago, and next door is a deaf old bat whom I hate, so it was a peaceful little corner of the world, just perfect for a daddy and his step-daughter to spend a little quality time without nosey parkers disturbing us.

I let us in to the tiny hall, stairs straight ahead, door to the kitchen tucked just behind them, living room on the left.

"Welcome to daddy's house!" I grinned, and indicated the stairs. "Let's see where you're sleeping, shall we moppet?"

Chantelle smiled and took the hand I held out. I led her up the stairs, her little suitcase in my other hand, and showed her into the front bedroom. My room, big king-sized bed and all. I dropped her case and moved over to close the curtains.

"Here we are, baby. You'll be sleeping with daddy in the big bed. What do you think of that?"

I grinned down at her and she smiled back, a little surprised, perhaps, but happy enough. My cock twitched in my jeans. I laughed.

"We can be nice and cuddly in bed, yeah? And we can have some fun together, just you and me, with no mummy to get in the way. You can be daddy's little slut -" I placed a hint of stress on the word that made my cock twitch again "- and be a really good girl.

"In fact," I went on, catching up her hand again, "see what you've already done, you little slut!" I pressed her hand to my crotch where my cock bulged against the denim. Her fingers moved automatically to cradle my bulge; she was well-trained, so she was. I laughed again.

"Good girl, Chantelle!"

I sat down on the bed and pulled her to me, between my legs. I cupped my hand behind her little head, pulled her face to mine and kissed her firmly on the lips. Once she would have hesitated but not these days; her mouth opened in a sweet little-girl's French kiss. Teaching Chantelle to kiss daddy "properly" had been one of the hottest things I'd done this last year. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and my hand down between her legs. She was wearing a long pink t-shirt, almost like a short dress, and flowery leggings. I pushed my hand up between her thighs, pressing against the soft warmth of her little pussy, my thumb rubbing her through the stretchy cotton. She wriggled slightly.

I was properly excited now. Still kissing her, I slipped my hand up to her waist and hooked my fingers into the waistband of her leggings. Tugging firmly I dragged them down her thighs, taking her knickers with them. Her sweet little pussy lips were so soft and smooth to the touch; I still got a real thrill from the feel of her girlie pussy. I stroked and caressed her, her warmth sending pulses through my straining cock. I broke off kissing to look down at her naked pussy, my fingers rubbing and fondling. Chantelle looked down too, watching me feel her up.

"What a beautiful little cunt you got, Chantelle," I murmured. "Mmmm... You know how daddy fucks mummy in her cunt?" I asked. Chantelle looked up, her eyes wide. She nodded. "Well, I think it's time a big girl like you learned how to fuck daddy like that, don't you?" Chantelle frowned a little and chewed her lower lip; she didn't answer. I wriggled my forefinger between her pussy lips and teased the tip into the warm little hole behind. "Yeah, it's time daddy showed you what your little cunt is really for, baby," I murmured.

About four months ago I'd had a little time alone with Chantelle and had used the tip of a hairbrush to break her hymen. She'd cried at that, but I'd "kissed it better", licking her sweet virgin blood from her pussy lips. Fuck me, that had been so fucking hot! I'd fucked the shit out of Mandy that evening I was so horny, the taste of Chantelle's broken hymen still in my mouth. Since then I'd taken every chance to use the hairbrush a little more and a little more, joined soon by my fingers, to stretch her beautiful little virgin cunt a tiny bit each time. By now she could take the full girth of the hairbrush, and my first two fingers fairly easily. I reckoned with some lube and a bit of stretching she could take daddy's cock up there. I slipped my finger in as I murmured to her. She squirmed, and I pulled her face to mine again and kissed her, my finger wriggling up her warm, tight little snatch.

After a little I broke off, disengaging tongue and finger and grinned, panting slightly. "Fuck me, Chantelle, you're making daddy really horny today!" I gestured to my crotch. "C'mon, take my jeans off."

I pulled off my t-shirt while Chantelle fumbled with my belt buckle and jeans button, her knickers and leggings still around her thighs. I helped her little fingers with the zip, then raised myself on my hands while she tugged and pulled my jeans slowly down.

"Now my boxers," I murmured, my heart pounding with excitement. Being undressed for sex by a little girl is - take my word for it - fucking hot. She pulled them down too, and my cock loomed up, thick and hard and wet.

She looked up and me, her eyes sparking with that unbelievably sexy look she gets now when she's really getting into one of our sex games. She smiled, a sweet, sweet smile. I nodded. "Ask me nicely, sweetie," I said.

"Daddy," she asked, then a little louder: "Daddy? Can I suck... your cock?"

I'd taught her that a few months ago. I never got tired of hearing it.

"Mmm, 'course, moppet, 'course you can..."

I lay back on the bed as my sweet little pixie of a stepdaughter caught my stiff erection in one little hand and brought it up to her mouth. I shivered as her warm, wet lips closed around the head and she began to suck. Propped on my elbows, my legs open wide, I watched my little darling bend her sweet blonde head to her task. Her bunches bobbed gently as she sucked me off, her lips tight, her tongue wriggling against the underside of my bursting cockhead.

Heaven. I shifted my weight to lean on one elbow so I could take one of her soft blonde bunches in my hand and tug it gently. She glanced up, her lips never leaving my cock, and I smiled at her.

"Good girl, Chantelle... That's lovely. Mmm, can you taste the precum?"

She nodded, the movement of her head making a delicious counterpoint to her sucking lips. She sucked with a child's careful concentration, a child's desire to be obedient, and to please and be praised for doing something well. And... well, fuck me, I was pretty sure that my little slut of a stepdaughter enjoyed it. Ah, yes, what a good girl...

I gave her bunch a last shake and lay back, leaving my obedient little moppet in peace to suck my cock. Blood pounded through my erection, my precum oozed into her mouth, and her little lips never left my skin as she sucked steadily for a quarter of an hour and I lay basking in bliss. This was going to be one hell of a good week!

Eventually I sat up, and stripped the little darling of her t-shirt. I lost the rest of my clothes while she took off her pink-and-white velcro trainers and little white socks and pulled her leggings and knickers all the way off, then I scooped her soft, naked body up onto the bed with me. Rolling over, I lay her on top of me, spread her legs either side of my chest and pulled her gorgeous little bottom to my face. She was warm and lightly musty and a little damp between her thighs and buttocks. I buried my face in her soft bum, sucking on her arsehole, licking her pussy lips and wriggling my tongue into her tight little cunt hole.

Of all the sex I'd had with Chantelle - oral, anal, bondage gangbang even - I loved this best, eating out her little girl's holes. It made me dizzy with horniness, the taste of her arse and her cunt, her soft, wet flesh in my face, the smell of her. I loved it best when she was sweaty and dirty down there; once or twice I'd made her wear the same knickers four days in a row, with no bathing, just so I could lick her bum with the smell of musky little girl ripe in my nostrils. I gobbled her wetly and smeared her slippery crotch all over my face.

Soon I had my fingers inside her, right up her arse and in her cunt. She sprawled on my chest, a delicious weight, her bottom opened out for me to play with. A gentle slap on the arse reminded her that good girls suck daddy's cock whenever they can, and her lips closed around my drum-tight cockhead again. I felt her panting around my cock as my fingers thrust in and out of her holes. I was lubing my fingers with saliva and penetrating her as deep as I could reach, sucking greedily on them as they emerged from her body, pushing them back in, wriggling them deep into her soft, wet warmth. She knew how to relax her sweet little pink-brown arsehole by now, and soon I had two fingers right up her, and she gaped gently when I withdrew. The sight of her open arsehole sent shivers down my spine.

I spent a good half-hour finger-fucking the sexy little moppet up her arse and up her cunt. My cock was throbbing in her hand and she was shivering against me when I rolled her off. She lay on her back, panting slightly, legs apart, pussy glistening, watching me as I reached for the tube of lube by the bed.

"Pull your knees up baby," I said. "That's it; hold 'em like that. Good girl."

I smeared lube around and into her sweetly-pliable arsehole and knelt in position. I nudged and rubbed my cock against her bottom for a little while, then poised and pushed. Some resistance, a tightness embracing my cock, a little gasp from her and I was in her.

"Mmm, good baby," I murmured, sliding back and forth, my cock sucked tight up her arse, her ring stretched pink around me as I fucked her. "Such a tight little bottom, Chantelle," I smiled at her. "Such a tight little bum for daddy."

I fucked her sweet little bottom for a while, relishing the soft, tight warmth of her rectum around my aching cock.

"Mmm, can you take all of daddy today, baby?" I asked, pushing deeper. "Can you take daddy's cock all the way up your bum? Ooo... Let's see shall we...?"

I took hold of her hips and tugged her closer, my cock almost buried in her bottom. Her anus was tight around my shaft but my cockhead was buried in soft warm folds inside her.

"Mmm, feels good, moppet, feels really good. Does it feel good? You like it, moppet?"

Chantelle nodded, chewing her lip again, her eyes bright.

"Tell me, baby," I said, nestling my crotch right up against her bum, my cock five inches deep in her gorgeous little body.

"I... nnn... I like it daddy," she said, her voice high and a little hoarse.

"What do you like, moppet? You like daddy's big cock up your bottom? Is that it? Say it."

"I..." She started as I slid out and back again, to the root, her soft, tight warmth utterly delicious. "I like daddy's big cock up my bottom."

"Ask me, moppet..."

"Nnnn... F... Fuck my bum, daddy... Please fuck my bum..."

"Mmm, good girl. Yeah, good girl..." I rocked slowly, my cock buried in my blonde pixie-girl's bum, my balls tingling. I pulled her legs up, holding them vertically against me, hauling her bottom tighter against my thrusts. I bent my head to lick her left foot as it wriggled against my chest. I ran my tongue along her soft little sole, making her squirm. Her bottom jerked sweetly around my cock. I craned around to suck her toes. She wriggled again, giggling between her grunts.

"Mmm..." I panted, "you really got me going, moppet... mmm, good girl, Chantelle..."

I hugged her legs tight to my chest as I increased speed. My cock felt so good so deep in her bottom and my balls were starting to tingle. I watched the little winces and twitches cross her face at each forward stroke, the shivers that ran through her belly as I fucked her.

"Yeah... take it, Chantelle, daddy's little slut... Mmm, take it... fuck... take it... Ahhh fuck I'm cumming...! Nnnn... aaah!"

Oh, fuck that was one tasty orgasm! I thrust slow and deep as I came up her arse, my cock jerking steadily. I stared hard into her baby blues as I came, just so she understood how much daddy loved her.

"Ahh, good girl, Chantelle, good girl... Mmm..."

My cock was messy when I withdrew; I thought for a second of getting her to clean it like her mummy would, but I was feeling benevolent. Another time, I grinned to myself. I slapped her playfully on the bottom and released her legs.

"Mmm, come here darling," I murmured, reclining, and gathered her soft little body into my arms for a post-fuck cuddle. She panted softly against my chest as I squeezed her arse and tugged her bunches. I slipped a hand between her legs and fingered the beautiful little dimple at the top of her slit for a while, something I knew she was getting to enjoy. She was a big girl now, after all. That gave me an idea of some games we could play that afternoon. I squeezed her lovely little arse and rolled her off.

"OK, moppet, you get dressed now and let's have some lunch."

I made us sandwiches and crisps and let her sit quietly watching TV for an hour or so. I'd a couple of texts and a missed call from Mands. Her old bitch of a mother was doing OK, it seemed; how was everything here? Was Chantelle OK? Whatever. I dropped her a quick "yeah all good" and went up to the den to look out the "toy box" I had for my sweet little piece of ass.

"Chantelle doll," I said, putting the box down on the sofa next to her and clicking off the TV, "I got some toys and dressing-up clothes here for you. Let's see what you look like in some of this."

The box was one of those underbed storage things, and I'd a fair selection of kinky, sexy women's clothes in super-small sizes - gloves and stockings, bodies and corsets, thongs, lace cami-knickers and little baby-doll things - plus a mix of real little-girlie knickers and tops and some Disney outfits - Snow White and Cinderella. I'd been wanting to try these on Chantelle for months; just opening the lid and seeing her eyes pop wide at the contents started me horny again. There were toys among the clothes, too, anal beads and a couple of slimline vibrators.

I made sure the living room curtains were drawn, then: "Strip off, then, let's have a fashion show!"

While she slipped off her t-shirt and leggings I fetched my camera, swapping the SD card for the one I kept "special" pictures on. It had a ton of stuff on it, mostly Chantelle and Mandy singly or together, sometimes featuring my cock too. The single ones of Chantelle were mostly just her naked or in knickers; I wanted some kinky clothes ones to share with a few special mates. It's a shame I know fuck all about make-up, I thought, and then wondered why I'd never got Mandy to make Chantelle up to look like a little whore or something. Maybe I would sometime.

Chantelle was sitting in her knickers, peering into the box of tricks. "C'mon, girl, get your knickers off," I snapped. She jumped satisfyingly at my voice, and hurriedly slipped her knickers off. I pulled her up from the sofa, smacking her arse for her to remind her of her manners, and sat next to the box.

"OK," I said, rummaging around, "try these on, and these, and the black nightie, and the pink Frozen knickers."

Black, stay-up, wide-mesh fishnet stockings with matching gloves and a little baby-doll nightie, with pretty-little-girl pants as a nice contrast. The gloves came almost to her smooth little shoulders, the stockings to the top of her thighs, but I grinned wolfishly at the result, and even she giggled as I took photos. I did the fashion-shoot shtick: "Lovely, gorgeous, that's it; pout for me now, darlin', that's it, really hot; stick yer bum out; gorgeous, real film star."

Porn star, more like, I thought, grinning, as I got her to drop her knickers and flash her round little arse and picture-perfect pussy for the camera. Her little-girl pussy framed by black fishnets and baby-doll nightie had me uncomfortably stiff again in my jeans. I paused to take them off while Chantelle slipped off the black gear in favour of red stockings and lacy knickers. I handed her a pretty blue Dora the Explorer t-shirt to put on top.

"Mmm, daddy's little slut," I murmured appreciatively. "Stick your hand in your knickers like you're playing with yourself, honey. That's it; finger your pussy for me. Open your mouth, too... lick your other finger... Mmm, good girl... Yeah, that's fuckin' hot, Chantelle! Good girl!" We tried a few outfits, and by the end of the "fashion shoot" I had her posing with her finger up her arse as I snapped her bending over. I was hard as a rock by then, my cock wetting the front of my shorts big time.

"Ah, great stuff, Chantelle. Good girl! Now, come and sit here and I'll show you how this works."

I patted the sofa next to me and she sat, flushed and giggly, in a pair of pink stockings and a tiny pink negligee. I shoved her into place, lifting her right leg and turning her toward me so her sweet little pussy winked at me. I pulled her bottom forward so she reclined a little against the arm of the sofa.

"Such a beautiful little pussy, moppet," I murmured, stroking her smooth little mound. Her pussy lips, fabulously soft, beautifully smooth, were slightly parted, the little flap of her clit-hood peeking at me. I sucked my finger, then teased it between her lips, wriggling into the small, dark slit below the soft, pink flap.

"Mmmm..." Her voice was a whisper.

"Spread your pussy for me, moppet," I murmured. "Like I showed you."

Obediently, Chantelle slipped her hands down between her legs and with careful index fingers pulled back the soft flesh to show me the beautiful pink flower of her cunt. I sucked my finger again and wriggled it into the delicate warmth, finding the small, luscious hole and slipping the tip in. Mmm, she was tight, but my finger slid in past the first knuckles and I thrust it slowly, an inch back and forth, in and out, finger-fucking my gorgeous little six-year-old slut in her hot cunt. I felt her shiver. Yeah, you like it up your cunt, don't you, you little slag?

"Feel good, baby?" I asked. She nodded. "Uh-huh," she answered. I fingered her a little longer, a little deeper, circling so my knuckle pressed firmly against her tight wall.

"OK, moppet, let's try you with this."

From the box on the floor I pulled a slimline silver vibe and a tube of lube. Chantelle watched carefully as I lubed the bullet-shaped tip, her fingers still holding her pussy open. My cock throbbing in my shorts, I brought the vibe down and rubbed it between her fingertips, smearing lube around the luscious pink of her hole. She started at the cold and I grinned.

The vibe was thicker than my fingers, but not quite as thick, I reckoned, as my cock. The tip slid easily into her, though, gliding on its sheath of lube as I pushed it into her gorgeous little cunt. Easy, I thought, good girl.

"Good girl, Chantelle. That feel nice up your cunt? Yeah? You want me to fill your little cunt, baby? Fill your cunt up, yeah? Ask me."

"Daddy," she replied, her voice soft and quavering slightly, "fill up my... up my cunt."

"Yeah, baby, up your baby cunt..." I pushed deeper, the full girth of the vibe now inside her, the tip a couple of inches in, then twisted the base on. The vibe burst into humming life and Chantelle fairly jerked on the sofa, letting go of herself, her hands flailing.

"Ohh!"

I laughed.

"Yeah, baby, it's called a vibrator 'cos it vibrates!" I kept it firmly in her cunt, buzzing away, holding her thigh steady with my other hand.

"Unn... daddy..." she moaned, her hand moving toward the buzzing toy. I slapped it away and pushed the device deeper. There was less resistance than I'd expected - maybe my little moppet had a particularly cavernous cunt for a six year old, which was a good sign. She lay all the way back on the sofa arm as I impaled her with the vibe, her eyes wide, her soft thigh tense under my grip.

I began to thrust in and out, just a couple of inches, the vibe sliding snugly into her on each forward stroke. I felt her thigh tremble each time I thrust in, and her bottom squirmed slightly but I kept fucking her with it, probing, teasing, finding out how much her little cunt would take.

"Good girl, Chantelle. God your cunt is so fucking hot, baby!"

I buzzed the tiny flap of her not-yet-clitoris a few times, making her squawk and writhe. I leant down on her, keeping her steady, and buzzed her little button and her peehole until she was pleading with me to stop.

"Daddy... it's too... ohhh... Ohhh! Nnnn... daddy... No... ohhh... Ohhh...!"

I did her for half an hour and more, zapping her clitty and fucking her cunt, and she moaned and writhed and squirmed and trembled all over, tears in her eyes and her hands clawing at the sofa. Her pussy lips were red when I finished, dropping the vide and climbing on top of her to push my throbbing cock into her mouth. I was so fucking worked up after that! I grabbed her bunches and pulled her face into my crotch, gagging her on the cock I still hadn't washed after doing her arse earlier on. I fucked her face hard, holding her hair tight as she writhed against me, trying to escape. Fuck that, madam. Her eyes were wild in her flushed face as I did her.

It didn't take long. I reared above her, angling my cock-thrusts down into her mouth as the wave rose, and my dick was almost in her throat when I started spurting cum. I held her bunches tight as I came in her mouth; little squirts and dribbles oozed from her lips as she tried not to cough and gag.

God, it felt good!

I left her alone after that, went and had a shower and did a bit of texting to the boys. She was curled up on the sofa with her favourite Mr Bunny toy, watching Teletubbies or something when I came down. I decided she didn't need a shower - she looked cutely dishevelled and smelled a little of sex, which was fucking hot. I got her dressed, with black fish-net tights under her leggings, then took her out to McDonald's for dinner. She was a bit quiet after her vigorous cunting and face-fuck, but she ate a Happy Meal OK. Never one to be put off her food, wasn't my Chantelle. Probably why her little belly was getting all sexily round.

I was tempted to take her to the McDonald's toilets for a blowjob but it was a bit too busy - and besides, I had big plans for Chantelle tonight. So we went home, and I stripped her down to her cute My Little Pony t-shirt and added black stockings and a smallest-size suspender belt which just fitted her. While she figured out the suspenders I poured myself a glass of voddie and put some porn on the big TV. I settled onto the sofa and beckoned her over, the sexy little piece. She snuggled up to me while we sat and watched - nothing too hard, just fucking and sucking and a bit of three-way - and I got nicely stoked up again. After an hour or so I was naked and Chantelle was holding my cock and wanking me slowly while I fingered her cunt and arsehole. She was sucking my fingers when I told her too, before and after I'd stuck them up her holes, giggling and behaving like a good girl again. A proper little slag. I gave her a big squeeze.

"Good girl, Chantelle. Now, you ready for the big event, some proper daddy-and-daughter love? Upstairs in the big bed?"

Her little head nodded and I kissed her again, then scooped her up and carried her up to the bedroom. I dropped her from quite a height, making her bounce and squeak, then immediately went down on her. I told you I loved to eat her out when she hadn't washed for a few days; well her cunt and arse were ripe with the day's sex play and she smelled so fucking hot I was panting for her. I turned her over and over, front and back, got her kneeling and lying while I licked her between her legs every which way I could. I swear I sucked my own cum out of her arse. She'd lost the t-shirt and was now just in stockings and suspenders, and a proper little whore she looked too. I stuck my fingers in her holes again, arse and cunt and mouth, and had her licking my cock and working me up nicely.

"Mmm, fucking hell, right, c'mere you little slut!" I said eventually, throwing her onto her back and spreading her legs wide. I knelt between her thighs, her red-pink pussy lips open, my cock stiff and purple looming above her, and reached for the lube. I gave her a squeeze on her finger and showed her how to rub it around the bright pink ring of flesh about her cunt. I lubed my cock, then held it out to her. It looked huge above her tiny little pussy, bigger than the vibe had been. She fingered it cautiously, smearing the lube deliciously around the tip. I settled lower into place, my cock tip poised at the opening to the red-pink flower of her spread and glistening cunt. I held my cock in one hand and her hip in the other.

"Ask me, baby," I said quietly, intensely.

She looked nervous and her voice quavered.

"Uh... F... Fuck me... Fuck me, daddy," she whispered.

"Fuck what, baby?"

"Uh... Fuck my... my cunt, daddy..."

"Yeah, baby, good girl..."

I pushed forward.

I felt her tense, her thighs trying to close, but my knees kept them apart. I thrust slowly, letting my weight drive my cock forward and down. The tip pushed against her soft, wet flesh, stopped - but then began to sink slowly. She gasped and bit her lip. I pushed steadily, my cockhead squeezing into a delightfully tight space that was - just - wide enough to take it. Her thighs trembled and shook, and tears sprang into her eyes, but she chewed her lip and was a good girl for daddy as I slowly penetrated her tight-stretched cunt and took her virginity properly

"Ohh, baby girl, you're so fucking tight!" I murmured, my cock still sinking. I was in her now, no doubt, my cock-head buried, squeezed deliciously tight in her hot little cunt, an inch of my shaft inside her too. How deep could I go? I pushed still further as Chantelle clutched the bed sheet and whimpered, until over half my cock was tight up her cunt.

Best. Fuck. Ever.

I hung there are a minute or so, revelling in her child-tight embrace. The pink-red skin of her pussy was stretched near white around my shaft and the trembling of her body felt so fucking good. I started moving, a little at first but quickly speeding up - and then I was fucking her properly, my cock ploughing in and out of the tightest fuckhole it had ever been in.

Tears bulged at the corners of Chantelle's eyes but I kissed them away as I shafted her.

"Good girl, Chantelle," I panted. "Such a lovely little fuck, you are! Now we're proper daddy and daughter, Chantelle. I can love you like a proper daddy now, now you can take daddy's cock up your... lovely little... cunt..."

I did her for quite a while before pulling out for a change of scene. I tried her on top, which was a bit shit, frankly, 'cos she couldn't really get herself onto me, then from behind, which was fucking hot! I pulled her onto me by her thighs; feeling my cock impale that tiny cunt from behind was pure magic and I had to stop thrusting real soon before I came. She had her hands up on the headboard of the bed, her whole body arched under me and trembling head to foot as I took her from behind like a proper little slut. The suspenders stretched tight across her arse just added to the picture!

I turned her this way and that, from her back to her belly, from her knees to standing against the wall. She winced and grunted and cried a little every now and then, but she took daddy's cock every which way like a proper little slut daughter should. I finished with her on her knees on the bed and me doing her doggy-style, my hands gripping her arse so tightly I left finger marks on it when I finally left her, having dumped a massive load of cum deep in her six-year-old cunt. I cuddled her after that as she lay and shivered in my arms, her pussy red and sore, cum leaking out of it. I stroked her hair and shoulder and arse and told her what a good girl she was, and how daddy loved her so much. Eventually she fell asleep and I tucked her into bed and went downstairs for a last drink or two.

She was fast off when I came to bed. I pulled the cover off her, just to see her naked, still in the stockings and suspenders, but she didn't wake. I joined her and soon drifted off too, pretty happy with the day.

I woke around 1.00am with a raging hardon. Chantelle was rolled away from me across the bed. I snuggled up behind her, my cock nestling against her arse. I stroked her little buttocks, feeling the still-sticky dampness between her thighs. I wanked my cock against her arse for a little while, but decided I was pretty tired, and turned over, and eventually fell back asleep.

I awoke again around eight, horny as fuck. Chantelle was still asleep, lying on her back now, hands flopped back on the pillow, lips parted. Beautiful, she looked, just beautiful! I rolled the covers off her, teasing myself with a slow reveal of her pale, naked body. I licked her nipples without waking her, then pulled the covers all the way off and went down on her pussy.

That woke her, with a start. She was probably tender down there, but she tasted so fucking hot - musty and musky, smeared with yesterday's cum and smelling of sex. I licked her mercilessly, front and back, cunt and arse, until she was moaning and whimpering and writhing again. I rolled her on top of me sixty-nine; clever little girl didn't need to be told what to do with daddy's cock, either. She sucked me slow but sweet while I buried my face in her sexy, sweaty little bottom and stuck my tongue up her arse.

Lovely way to wake up, that was. Eventually I let her go, though not after shoving a finger up her cunt. She winced and bit her lip, but smiled bravely. "Bit sore, baby?" I asked. She nodded and I laughed and kissed her pussy.

"Let's give you the morning off, doll, what you think?"

I ran her a bath and let her have a good wash. She washed herself carefully between the legs; her soft, delicate flesh was red and sore-looking, but there was no blood. I took a dump while she bathed, then joined her in the bath. I got her washing my cock with shower gel and a flannel, and she was soon wanking me in a very stimulating way. I oohed and ahhed as she did me, even bringing a shy little smile to her pretty lips, though it wasn't very long before she announced she needed a pee.

She was about to climb out of the bath but I held her back. I wriggled onto my knees, slopping water out the bath, then pulled her back to lean against me. My cock stood thick and hard out between her legs. I nibbled her ear and tickled the dimple at the top of her pussy.

"Pee on my cock, baby. Pee for daddy."

It took her half-a-minute of squirming and trying, with me hugging her bare little chest and stroking her thigh, but eventually she produced a sweet, warm trickle. It quickly became a little rivulet, and then her warm piss was squirting and splashing out over my cock. Such a great feeling! I diddled my finger around her pussy, stopping and starting her with little touches on her peehole, until she was giggling and wriggling and peeing on my fingers and my cock in equal measure. I turned her head up and kissed her as she peed on me.

After a couple of minutes she gave a little sigh. "All done," she said, smiling, and was about to rise but I held her to me.

"My turn!" I said, reaching down to steady my cock against her pussy lips. She made a little sound, but stayed still, and after a minute of patience I gave a spurt, then another, then was pissing warmth up her belly so it ran down in a waterfall down over her pussy, over my hand and on into the bathwater.

"Mmmm," I murmured in her ear. "Feel how warm it is, moppet." She nodded against my chest, staring down at the pale yellow fountain splashing against her lower chest. I tensed a little, then squeezed, and a jet squirted higher and caught her full in the face!

"Eew!" she screeched, tossing her head, but I kept a firm grip on her upper chest. I laughed.

"Ha, a taste of daddy's pee for ya, baby!" I finished off, stroking my peeing cock around her pussy while she scrubbed at her face. We rinsed off quickly and hopped out of the bath. I dried her off in my biggest, softest towel, and kissed her cute snub nose and told her what a gorgeous little poppet she was.

I was sweetness and light that day, so much so that later in the morning I took Chantelle to the play park down the road. Mandy had been nagging at my phone again, so I called her back and let Chantelle chat away for a bit.

"Chantelle sound like she's having a nice time," was Mandy's plaintive whine when I took the phone back.

"'Course she is. She's with her daddy, ain't she?" I glanced across at Chantelle, sitting rocking gently on the swing, and said loudly, "Thought we might go to the pictures this afternoon, see what's on." Chantelle squealed with delight at this, and Mandy clearly heard her, as I'd intended. "So," I continued, "better get on, love. Lunch soon. Glad yer mam's doin' alright. You're not lonely, are yer? Not got some smart young thing to warm yer bed, ya dirty cow?"

"Oh Ian!" came her shocked reply. "I hope Chantelle didn't hear that!" But I heard her preening at the thought I might be jealous. Dozy bitch.

"Nah. Right, see ya, Mands."

I hung up.

"Oh Ian, daddy," exclaimed my little blonde moppet, "can we really go to the pictures?"

"'Course we can, moppet. I said so, didn't I? What you wanna see? A cartoon or something, yeah?"

We chatted about it on the way to the cafe for lunch, and Chantelle was quite her old little self.

We did indeed see some crap Disney thing, all song and dance and big princess frocks. I bought Chantelle a huge box of popcorn and a giant Coke and was bored out of my head. Chantelle loved it, snuggled into her seat with big, wide, smiley eyes. I spent most of the time eyeing up the totty in the cinema, especially a couple of dirty-slag-looking ten year olds giggling and sniggering on their phones half the time. Fuck, take them round to Pete's place and see how sniggery they'd be when we'd finished with them. Slags.

That reminded me to do a little bit of organising for later in the week, and all that in turn had me pretty horny by the time the film finished. As we trooped out, Chantelle holding my hand and singing softly one of the numbers from the film, I steered her towards the toilets and led her into the big disabled one. I dropped my trousers and sat on the seat, pushing her down between my knees. My cock was thick and hard and needed some attention. I held her head and guided her mouth down and around my cock, and sat back with a sigh as she blew me. She sucked me cheerfully for twenty minutes or so, and I finished with a hugely satisfying wank into her mouth while she knelt on the toilet floor with her mouth open and her eyes closed. I creamed her cheek and chin as well, but the rest she swallowed like a good girl. Always swallow what daddy gives you, that was the rule.

I cleaned her face and we slipped out, sniggering to each other, and went to Pizza Hut.

I had a couple of beers but managed not to total the car driving home, and I was letting us into the house around seven when a text came in. I ignored it for a while in case it was Mands, and made sure Chantelle was cosy on the sofa in her spotty-dog onesie before I checked it. It wasn't Mands; "pub ya cunt" it said. John. I grinned. Hadn't seen Johnny boy for a week or so. That'd be a good crack - and... Yeah! My grin widened.

"Chantelle, moppet, daddy's gonna go out for a couple hours, OK?" Chantelle looked startled, so I stroked her hair. "You'll be OK, moppet. Bed at nine, OK? Just turn the TV off when you go up, yeah? Good girl."

I slung on a jacket and shut the door behind me. Ten minutes walk up the road was the White Hart, and John was already there at the bar, the dregs of a pint in front of him.

"'Bout time ya lazy cunt. Your round."

I bought the beers and nodded to a quiet table in the corner where we could talk about our favourite subject - little girls. After a couple of hours of beer and wonderfully dirty chat, I leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "Guess who I've got back at the house."

He raised an eyebrow. "My missus, tied up wi' fuckin' gaffer tape and an apple in her mouth?"

I chuckled. "Nah ya daft cunt. Think small, blonde, sexy as fuck."

His eyes widened and his voice dropped. "Chantelle? Fuck me! Mands with you?"

"Nah mate, Mands is at her mam's, old bag just come out of hospital - so I'm lookin' after our little Chantelle - and havin' some good ol' daddy-daughter fun."

I looked around while John swore I was the luckiest cunt.

"Fucked her in the cunny last night, first time," I whispered, taking a drink. "Fuckin' magic..."

"Cunt!" exclaimed John quietly. "You lucky bastard. In her cunt?" He whistled softly. "Bet she was tight as glory."

"Fuckin' awesome, buddy," I said, and paused. "You wanna find out?"

His eyebrows shot up, and a wolfish grin spread across his face as I just looked at him over my pint.

"You serious? What, now?"

I nodded and grinned. "What're mates for, eh? Share and share alike." I winked.

"Fuckin' ace, man! What can I say? C'mon then."

"Nah, time for one more," I chuckled. "My round, ya know."

He ground his teeth, swore, then chuckled back. "You're a fuckin' cunt, Ian, ya know? But a fuckin' sound cunt. A fuckin' sound cunt, so y'are."

I got the beers in. "Let me tell you all about it," I murmured as I sat down again. By the time we left the boozer we were both horny as hell.

"I'm walkin' funny I'm so fuckin' hard," he complained.

The lights were on downstairs when I let us in, but there was no sign of Chantelle. Daddy had said bed at nine, of course, so that's where she'd be. I popped a can for John and told him to make himself at home, then padded upstairs to find my little moppet.

She was asleep, curled in her onesie in my big bed, looking cute as fuck. I woke her with a shake and a grin.

"Chantelle! Wakey wakey moppet, got a visitor to see you."

She blinked stupidly. "Whaa...?"

"You remember uncle John, yeah? He's here to see you, so up you pop. And change outta that silly suit; pop them fishnets on, and that black nightie. Quick now."

Chantelle's eyes had widened in horror, sleep sloughing off her. "Daddy, no, daddy, I think I'm..."

It wasn't too hard a slap, but it was the back of my hand so it probably stung. She certainly yelped, her hand flying to her cheek. She cowered.

"No? Did you say no, Chantelle? Did you say fuckin' no to daddy, Chantelle? Did you? Are you fuckin' startin', and after such as nice day? Ungrateful little cunt. Get the fuck up and get fuckin' changed and come the fuck downstairs and be fuckin' friendly, got it?"

I raised my hand again and she fairly scrambled off the bed, fumbling at her onesie zip. She had some pretty pink pants on which I decided she could keep. She pulled on the stay-up stockings and slipped the nightie over her head, sniffling, tears bright on her cheeks. I wiped her face with my hand and led her to the stairs.

John was sipping beer and flicking through a porno mag when we entered the room. His eyes widened at the sight of Chantelle. I sat in the armchair and motioned her over to the sofa. "Go say hello to uncle John, moppet. Be friendly, OK?"

She looked miserable, but she shuffled obediently over. "H - hello u - uncle John," she stammered. John looked at me over her shoulder, his eyebrows raised.

"Anything you like, buddy," I said quietly, picking up my beer.

Very carefully, John laid down his beer can and magazine. There was the briefest pause, then he reached out and drew Chantelle closer. His hands stroked her bottom through the pretty pink knickers, ran down the outside of her thighs and back up the inside. I saw her stiffen as his fingers must have touched her pussy. I stroked my crotch. My cock was like a rock again in my trousers.

John turned her round, stroking her arse. I could see her lower lip trembling in the light from the table lamps. She looked miserable, the silly little bitch. She gave a little gasp as John began to pull her knickers down, stroking her bare little arse as it appeared. He left them around her knees, and told her to bend over. She shot a fearful glance toward me, but I just looked daggers back. I told you to be friendly, madam, I am not fucking happy with you.

She moaned as she bent over, and John leaned forward to put his face between her buttocks.

There was something incredibly hot about watching another guy do a little girl whom I took to school and who called me daddy. She stood there, bent over, in baby-doll nightie and black stockings, her knickers around her knees, while a - to her - near complete stranger rimmed her arse and licked her pussy. I was hard and horny and drunk; I unzipped and unbuttoned myself and pulled out my erection while my buddy licked my step-daughter between her little round buttocks.

"Fuckin' A..." I heard him say, then he, too, was unbuttoning and unzipping himself. He wrestled out of his jeans and underpants, then turned Madam around, indicating his hard-on. He lay back as Chantelle sank to her knees, her knickers still tangled around them, and took his cock into her mouth. At least she didn't whine about that. I lost the rest of my clothes and sat naked, stroking my cock and admiring my little girl as she sucked John off.

"How's that, buddy?" I asked.

He looked over and gave a short laugh. "You fuckin' kiddin'? Fuckin' magic, man!" He reached down to grasp Chantelle's head and pull her closer. I squeezed my own cock as I watched him.

"Give it her deep, buddy," I said softly. "Gag her if you wanna."

He groaned aloud at this and pushed Chantelle's head down. I saw her jerk, her hands flailing, and heard a kind of retching sound. My cock pulsed in response, a thick bead of precum oozing out and running down my fingers. John spread his legs wide and forced Chantelle's head lower. She gave a strangled cough, her fists bouncing uselessly on his thighs. I watched him pull her head back and grin lasciviously into her face, then force her head back down once more.

"If she won't open her mouth, buddy," I said conversationally, "just hit her."

Her head sank and John groaned aloud again. Soft, wet sounds came from the trembling little girl as John worked her head faster and faster, fucking her little mouth hard and deep. Her fists clenched impotently against his thighs. She quivered and retched as the hard, unforgiving cock filled her throat and fucked her mercilessly.

Eventually John let her up, with a whoop of delight: "Aw yeah!" Chantelle keeled over, a thick string of gloopy saliva trailing from her mouth. She lay against his leg and gasped quietly, her face wet and red in the dim light. I wanked slowly, watching John as he pulled her up, yanked her nightie over her head and tore the knickers off her legs. He pushed her down onto the sofa, thrusting her pale thighs apart.

I gave a soft, sharp whistle. He turned, grinning lustfully, and I tossed him the tube of lube. He caught it with a laugh, and smeared a goodly amount down between my little moppet's silk-smooth thighs. She looked disappointingly nervy, not the friendly hostess at all. We'd have words in the morning, so we would.

I stood and moved across the room so I could watch him penetrate her baby vagina.

She yelped as he entered her, a sharp thrust into her tight, tender little cunt hole. He held her legs apart with his hands and thrust again, taking his cock half-way into her. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, turning her head away in a very unfriendly gesture. I knelt for a closer look at her wide-stretched cunt, the skin straining around his rigid dick. I turned to look at her, reaching up to push my two fingers up to her quivering lips. Her eyes flew open in surprise as I pushed my fingers right into her mouth, feeling her tongue and throat working, as John thrust into her.

"Do her," I murmured. "Fuckin' do her."

"Fuck she's so fuckin' tight, man..." he gasped, thrusting hard. "Fuckin' glorious...!"

I knelt up by her head, turned her face toward me and fed my aching cock into her mouth, sliding it in deep. I caught hold of a handful of hair, pulling her closer. She stared up at me, wincing visibly as John ploughed his stiff cock into her little cunt.

"Suck my cock you dirty little slag," I muttered, and started thrusting into her face.

Chantelle's little hands waved, her fists opening and closing. John fucked her cunt in short, fast strokes, jerking her pelvis each time. I fucked her mouth, keeping a grip on her hair as I bucked my hips, my cock wedged sweetly in her warm, wet mouth each time. She made a low keening sound, interspersed with sharp, high little grunts and the occasional gurgling cough.

We enjoyed her for an hour or so, fucking her cunt and mouth and arse turn about. I didn't bother about treating her sweet; she was clearly in a madam-mood so a firm hand was the order of the evening with her. I had to slap her legs and her face a few times, especially when we rolled her onto the floor to do her arse and mouth together. John and I swapped around a few times, and my little hoity-toity girl didn't like that so she got the back of my hand for it.

John came in her cunt first, nailing her to the floor and straining on his hands and toes like a fucking fitness fanatic. I have to admit, he is a fit bugger. Chantelle ought to be grateful getting done by a fit guy like him. He swore aloud as he pumped into her, his cock veined and pulsing, and as soon as he rolled off I took over. I gotta admit, that was really fucking hot - sloppy, wet seconds in her tight cunt, with John's cum squeezing and oozing out around my cock as I did her. I fucked her slow, bending to kiss her face a few times, while John knelt next to us watching and slugging beer. His slimy cock had barely relaxed before he was stiff again, rubbing it over Chantelle's face.

We swapped around and I fed her my cock, getting her to lick off all the cum from my shaft and balls while John did her up the arse. She was at least docile now, although I was still seriously unimpressed with her behaviour. John fucked her a good long time up her arse, turning her face down, then on her back, then on her knees. I think he was enjoying doing her deeper that way; certainly he had his cock right up her arse in a way that she just couldn't manage with her little girl's cunt, sweet and tight though it was. He came the second time right up inside her, and again I took seconds, sliding my dick into her anus as his cum was oozing out. I came that time too, filling her little bottom with a double load of man-juice, so she finished the evening well fucked.

I packed my exhausted little Chantelle off to bed, slapping her arse and telling her to put some knickers on - all that cum was gonna ooze out over night. John and I dressed again and sat and finished our beers, chatting quietly about the different merits of Chantelle's little fuck holes. John was still pretty dazed when I let him out the front door a bit before one o'clock. "Fuckin' hell, man," he kept saying, "fuckin' hell!" I said I'd be in touch, then told him to piss off home and tell his missus what he'd been up to. He laughed at that, and was still shaking his head in disbelief as he closed the front gate and turned away up the street.

I finished my beer, turned out the lights and went upstairs. Chantelle was curled up in bed, her eyes peeking at me over the covers. I stood and stared at her, fists on hips.

"Disappointed, Chantelle. Not a good girl," I said flatly. "Not a good girl. Get up." She gave a soft little sob, but slipped out of the bed. She was wearing pale blue pants, already damp around the bottom.

"Daddy, I'm... I'm sorry daddy... I... I was tired, daddy, and I... And uncle John... and I... I..."

"Shut it," I snarled. I unbuckled my belt and she wailed.

"Daddy, no! Please, no! I'll be a good girl, promise, I... I'll do... I'll be..."

"Lie down, face down, there. No, there, edge of the bed, girl."

"Please, no, daddy, don't... Please, I'll be good, I'll..."

She was lying face down on the bed, staring up at me, pleading frantically. I pushed her down, grabbed her knickers and yanked them down to her knees. She squirmed again put I pushed her flat once more.

"When I tell you to be friendly, I expect you to be friendly, Chantelle. If you behave good to daddy and his friends, daddy and his friends will be good to you. If you behave bad, Chantelle, then you're just a little cunt."

I swung back my arm and brought the length of the belt whirring in an arc to slap across the round little bottom perched right on the edge of the bed.

She screamed, her whole back arching. She tried to roll over but I shoved her back and lashed her again.

"Daddy! Pleeeeeease!"

"If you're bad you're just a little -" I swung my arm back "- cunt." The belt whistled down, catching her just below the buttocks. Tears squirted from her eyes - I saw them splash the bed covers - and she screamed again. Good job the old bitch next door was stone deaf.

I felt my cock stiffening again as I coiled the belt back.

"This little cunt -" I slashed her arse "- went to market, this little cunt -" slash, scream "- stayed at home. This little cunt -" slash "- had roast beef, this little cunt -" slash "- had none."

I paused. She was sobbing uncontrollably, her body shaking. Thick red weals were rising on her arse. My cock was erect.

"And this little cunt -" lash, hard; her scream was piercing "- went wee wee fucking wee -" I caught her again, across the back of her pale and trembling thighs "- all the fucking way home.

"Little cunt."

I dropped the belt, yanking at my zip. Her buttocks felt hot under my fingers as I pulled them apart. She screamed again at my touch, and tried to writhe away; I jammed my knee against her thigh and my quivering cock against her red and glistening anus. I squeezed her arse hard, forcing more tears and noise and snot from her, then jammed my cock into her, thrusting mercilessly up her bruised and oozing arsehole.

I leaned forward, pinning her arms with my hands, pushing her legs apart with mine, thrusting hard up her arse with my weight on her. She sobbed and begged and cried and sobbed again as I fucked her wet and squelching arse as hard as I'd ever done. Lubed by the double cocktail of slimy cum still filling her rectum, I did her for a long time; the weals bruised up on her bright red arse as I slammed her again and again and again, calling her cunt and fuck-toy and girl-slut and dirty little bitch.

When I got close I pulled out and came in thick, oozing globs across her sore, red arse. I wiped myself off on her hot buttock, then yanked her knickers back up.

I went through to the bathroom for a piss and to brush my teeth. When I came back she was curled up in a little ball, her sore red arse still hanging out over her sopping wet knickers. I sat next to her, pulled her over and rested her head on my thigh. Her face was wet with tears and snot; she seemed a little dazed.

"Chantelle, you know I hate it when you're not a good girl, yeah? You know I hate having to spank you, but when you're not a good girl I gotta spank you, yeah? How you gonna grow up right if I don't spank you when you're naughty, heh? You see that, Chantelle, yeah?"

She snuffled quietly.

"Hey, Chantelle?" I prodded her back with a stiff finger. She shuddered, but managed a small nod.

"Nn-hnn," she sniffled miserably.

"What you say, moppet?" I asked, prodding her again. She lifted her face a little, her dishevelled hair hiding it from me. "Sorry daddy," she mumbled. I patted her head.

"There. Good girl, Chantelle. Good girl. You go clean up, brush your teeth and come to bed, and we'll say no more about it."

She slipped away as I rolled over and settled down. I felt her creep back into bed a while later, and fell asleep to the gentle rhythm of her shivering.

I slept late and woke with a hangover and a memory of last night. A grin spread across my face through my thumping headache: double-teaming Chantelle with John, then giving her a good thrashing - fucking excellent day!

I had a bit of a start when I realised she wasn't there in bed with me, although the sheet was still slightly warm so she couldn't have gone far. I padded downstairs in my boxers and found her curled up on her side on the sofa in her favourite old nightdress, Mr Bunny hugged tight to her little chest. She was dozing; her face was pale and blotchy and I could see the tearstains still. I felt a pang of guilt, but it was small, and it passed. Silly bitch shouldn't have been bad, should she?

I sat beside her.

"Morning Chantelle," I said cheerfully. She stared, her eyes flying wide. "M... Morning, daddy," she mumbled.

"You OK, sweetie?" I asked. "Your bum still sore?"

She nodded miserably. I gave her an I-told-you-so shrug.

"Well, baby, that's cos you were a bad girl, yeah?" I stroked her hair. "OK, I gotta job today so I'm gonna go out soon. You'll be OK here - you got TV, an' there's food and stuff in the kitchen, yeah? Just don't make a mess, OK?" I patted her on the head and went through to the kitchen to make a brew.

I fucking hate working with a hangover, but I'd had the job booked in for a while so I forced myself to get on with it. Had a few texts from John through the day which made me smile and got me thinking horny thoughts again, which helped flush the hangover away nicely, and I was pretty cheerful when I got home later with fish and chips for the two of us.

Chantelle seemed to be in the same place as I'd left her that morning, still curled up on the sofa, still in her nightdress. She was watching TV and seemed a little brighter, a bit more colour in her face. She followed me through into the kitchen and sat carefully at the table to eat a little of the hot and greasy food.

"How's your bum?" I asked her between mouthfuls of chips. She shrugged a little. "It... It's OK."

"Still a bit sore?" I asked. She nodded. I smiled cheerfully. "Tell you what, you finish up and we'll watch some telly, yeah?"

I left her to finish her chips and tidy up and went through to the living room. I poured myself a glass of voddie to knock the last edge off my hangover and browsed through my box of DVDs for something interesting. I popped a disk in and retired to the sofa. Chantelle came through and climbed onto the sofa; I offered her an arm and she snuggled slowly up to me.

We watched the film and I had to laugh at the way Chantelle jumped when the woman from the bar got the pillowcase over her head and the four guys started ripping her clothes.

"That make you jump, moppet?" I chuckled. "Just watch, now - they're gonna tie the slag up with her own fucking clothes and give her a proper seeing-to."

I cuddled my little step-daughter cozily as the gang-rape progressed, the woman's screams muffled by the thick cocks shoved in her mouth; my own was nicely swollen in my trousers. Chantelle's eyes grew wider and wider as the woman was in turn bound and tied to a bed and slapped and filled with hard dick, moving from fighting to accepting to enjoying her gang-bang by four strangers. I thought it was important for Chantelle to watch things like this these days - good sex education, I reckoned, to show her girls taking rough sex and a good slapping and enjoying it.

I was soon fucking horny and stripped off my workboots, trousers and boxers where I sat. I pulled Chantelle's nightdress off over her head and her soft nakedness down into my lap, spreading my legs to push her head down between them.

"Mmm, lick my balls, sweetie," I murmured, keeping her head down until I felt her little tongue begin working on my nutsack. Her arse hovered in the air; the red belt-marks at the top of her thighs were still clearly visible, but not as angry now, and not swollen and raised like they had been. You'll live, I thought, grinning to myself. I stroked her arse gently, making her jump and flinch between my thighs. My grin widened.

Her head down between my legs was doing great things to me. I tapped her on the shoulder and indicated that she get down on her knees on the floor. I slumped myself down in the seat and lifted my foot up onto the arm of the sofa.

"Fucking hell, Chantelle," I murmured. "Lick my arse."

I'd not had a shower since I came home from a day's work and my balls were certainly sweaty, but that's what having a dutiful little step-daughter was all about. Her hesitation was momentary, the first lick from her little tongue tentative, but with an encouraging grunt from me she got on with it. I spread my arse-cheeks with my fingers, grinning with delight, as Chantelle got down to licking my arsehole. Great fucking feeling, her little tongue wiggling in my shitter! I puckered it in and out and tried to hold it open so she could get her tongue up my bum. I fingered the wet end of my cock as she licked me; on screen, the blonde bitch was getting dp'ed by two big black bastards.

I had Chantelle lick my arse and suck my dick all the way through the movie, all the way to the last drop of cum dribbling down the grinning blonde's face. I reckoned it was probably best to give Chantelle's bum the night off, but her mouth wasn't bruised so I made the most of that. As the DVD spun to a halt I had her lying on her back on the carpet with me on all fours above her, fucking her mouth steadily, bending occasionally to lick her lovely, sticky little cunt. She hadn't bathed since yesterday morning and the sex smell from between her pale little thighs was fucking awesome. I pinned her face to the floor and buried my face right between her thighs as I started cumming, filling her mouth and squirting down her throat, and moaning right into her cunt.

"Ungh...! Ungh...! Ungh...! Fuck... Chantelle... Little... fucking... slut... Ungh...!"

That was a good one, a nice big load after a hung-over day at work, and when I rolled off her, not a drop of cum anywhere, just Chantelle's little face looking flushed and shaky.

"Good girl, baby! You swallow it all?"

She nodded with a wavering little smile. I opened my arms for her.

"Fucking clever girl! C'mere, big hug from daddy for being such a clever little girl."

I folded her into my embrace and kissed her hair. She clung to me, the lovely little moppet. All friends again.

"We friends again, moppet?" I asked. She clung harder and nodded her head against my neck. Her voice was muffled and tremulous. "Yes, daddy," she said, sniffing a bit. "Sorry I was bad, daddy."

I gave her a squeeze. "S'OK, baby, all done now. Kiss?"

I held her face and kissed her lips - no tongues, a proper daddy-daughter kiss! - and suggested she should have a bath and an early night. I was a good dad for the rest of the evening, bathing her without getting in with her, zipping her into pants and onesie without feeling her up and tucking her into bed without shoving my cock in her mouth. Very well behaved, me! She snuggled down with Mr Bunny, and I even read her a fucking goodnight story, soppy bastard that I was! She was just about asleep as I left the bedroom.

I went quietly downstairs and spent the rest of the evening sharing some of the dressed-up photos of her in one of the online groups I was in, and getting fucking hard and horny as the guys passed comment in the chat and told me what they would do with her if they were there. Pete was on, and later Izzy, the World's Worst Muslim (his words!) came on, and we swapped some good private messages about the end of the week. I admitted I'd had to leather the silly little cunt after John's visit - "john got 2 do her alredy? fucking cunt!" - and Izzy got me to describe the exact position of each welt on her arse, which got us all really worked up.

For them I snuck back upstairs and carefully peeled back the duvet and took some photos of Chantelle lying sleeping in her onesie - shame it wasn't her nightdress 'cos I might've been able to pull that up to show Izzy the marks - and shared them with the two of them. They were a bit dark and grainy but still cute-hot, especially the one with my dick hovering in front of her face. That one Pete persuaded me to post in the group chat, and I fucking blew a load reading the dirty bastards' filthy comments. Probably just as well or I'd've had to go and wake Chantelle up.

I had a shower and found a late-night Chuck Norris movie to finish the day with a whisky or two. I slipped into bed beside Chantelle about 1.00am. She looked really sweet snuggled up there. I didn't disturb her.

We slept late, which was nice for a change, and woke together. I woke with a hardon, which seems inescapable when sharing my bed with my sexy little six-year-old step-daughter. Chantelle was much happier today - her bottom was much less sore - and I zipped her out of her onesie and took off her panties and cuddled her naked under the duvet, with gentle stroking and petting and fingering. She seemed quite eager, perhaps making up for her naughtiness earlier in the week, and was really sweet and giggly - hugging and petting her was delightful. She played with my hardon without prompting and even suggested, shyly, that she could lick my bum again, if I'd like her to.

Take it from me, kneeling on all fours on your bed while your six-year-old step-daughter licks your arsehole is just fucking nuts.

After that, it seemed like a really good idea to stay in bed most of the day. I got up to make toast and a brew and brought her up a bowl of Coco Pops. After a bit of breakfast we were down to it again, me spending a long time with my face between her soft little thighs and my fingers up her bum and in her cunt. I brought up the box of toys and we played in a lovely, leisurely way with vibrators and anal beads and sexy clothes. A new thing we tried, which I gotta admit I fucking loved, was for her to use the vibrator on me, right up my arse. She found it really funny, me lying face down with my arse in the air and she shoving the buzzing toy right up my hole and turning it up to full. She got my prostate with it, I think - whatever it was she made me fucking squirt precum like I'd never done before. She thought it was a hoot, and we both laughed about it.

It was lovely to play nice with my little moppet, she all naughty and giggly, I all mellow and relaxed. I fucked her cunt again, gorgeous, tight little fucktoy that she is: she lay with her bum on a pillow all lubed up and I took her slowly and she even smiled about it this time - and fucking hell it was fabulous! Like having your cockhead in a warm, wet, velvet vice - the slightest movement sends shivers right through your fucking balls, it really does. God she was fucking gorgeous, my little Chantelle. Her arse seemed positively roomy after a few minutes up her cunt! She was all daddy this and daddy that, and I called her moppet and sweetie and baby and we just had a really lovely time.

It was about lunchtime when I let her finish me by hand, lying spread-eagled on the bed while she wanked my slippery cock into a fucking fountain that had me bucking my hips up and down like a landed fish. Her smug grin was gorgeous.

We had a bath after that and I took her out to McDonald's for lunch and fed her as many fries as she could eat, and two McFlurries. Daddy's perfect little poppet she was. I was so pleased with her I took her out on a job that afternoon, let her sit up front in the van and play while I worked. I even phoned Mandy and let her chat with Chantelle for a bit; she sounded massively relieved when I came back on the phone, like she'd expected me to have murdered the little moppet or something. She's a fucking dozy bitch, she really is, but I was so chilled I didn't even slag her. In fact, truth to tell, hearing the fat cow's voice actually gave me a pang, and I finished the call talking dirty to her - how I wanted to feel my dick hard up her big, fat arse again and all that. She oohed and ahhed and cooed, and said "I hope Chantelle's not listening!", and I said, "'Course she's not -" winking at Chantelle as she sat on the van bench right next to me.

I bought us pizza on the way home and we ate in the kitchen and chatted like a real father and daughter - fuck, I even asked her about school. Our cross words of the other day were all forgotten, and we sat and watched normal telly after tea - kids' TV, cartoons, and something about animals.

I tucked her up in the big bed again without molesting her at all, and kissed her goodnight like a proper dad. OK, I might have patted her arse a few times, enough to give me the makings of a stiffy, but that's normal, ain't it? With a gorgeous little arse like Chantelle's got, you can't not feel it up, can you?

"Night night, moppet. Sleep tight." I winked. "We've got a big day tomorrow. No - you'll just have to wait and see." I turned the light out and left her with the idea of a big, exciting day. Well, it sure was gonna be that, all right.

I spent the rest of the evening on the Internet on some of my favourite hard-core chat forums - not all of them kiddie ones, I should say. There's a really heavy BDSM one which has had a lot of my pictures of Mandy in the past, and a lot of serious talk about what the forum guys would like to do with her. I get a real serious fucking stiff one when I hear guys call her every dirty thing they can think of, and promise me the things they'll do to her if they ever meet - knives and stuff, shit - fucking everything. Ah, Mandy, if only you knew how much you're in demand!

As it turned out, the crack on the dirty BDSM forum was so fucking hot that my darling little Chantelle got the night off, virtually speaking as well as for real. Instead a couple of us got camming with a guy and his missus, a big, fat slag a bit like Mandy, and she performed really fucking dirty shit for us for a couple of hours while we all wanked for her. In fact, I did a bit of performing myself, using the vibe up my arse like Chantelle had done me with; the fat dirty slag, Karen, she was, absolutely loved it when I started dripping precum like a bastard. Swore she'd suck my balls dry and let me do anything to her if we got together, and make her husband watch. Course he was watching anyway, and loving every bit of our filthy abuse at his wife.

I spunked all over myself with Karen's cunt spread open on the screen in front of me and her husband licking her from underneath, with she egging on us watchers to see who came first. Think I was second. Great fucking laugh!

I slipped into bed without waking Chantelle, who looked absolutely fucking gorgeous, by the way, her little face above the duvet, hair all mussy, mouth a little bit open in sleep. Good job I'd spunked all over Karen otherwise I'd've had to wake the little sweetie; she, though, needed a good night's sleep.

I told her why in the morning, after another late start.

"We're going round to Pete's after lunch, moppet," I said as we lay in bed, me stroking her softness in a lazy, languorous kind of way, she playing with my erection a bit. "We'll get you dressed up in something nice, OK, then I'm taking you to meet with a few of the guys."

Her hands became still at this point.

"Some of the guys are dying to meet you," I went on, "so you're to be a good girl and be nice to them, OK?"

"Will they...?" Her voice was real quiet.

"You be nice to them, moppet, OK? They're mates of mine so you'll let them do what they want, OK? They won't hurt you; I'll be there too, OK?"

"But daddy..." she whispered.

I pushed her away and reared up above her, flinging the duvet aside. She cringed away, small and naked and suddenly terrified.

"Chantelle!" I shouted. "Are you being a silly little cunt again?" I raised my hand sharply and she screamed and tried to burrow under the pillow.

"You're not saying no to daddy, are you, you little cunt?" I dragged her towards me, grinding my fingers into her puny little bicep and hauling her up. She screamed again, cowering in my grip, tears bursting from her eyes. Fuck, it made me hard, that did.

"When daddy tells you, that's what you fucking do, alright?" I shook her, hissing into her terrified face. "If daddy says be nice to his mates, you're fucking nice to them, alright? If daddy says you're to fuck his mates, you fucking open your legs and say yes fucking please, alright? And if they want to piss in your mouth you fucking drink every drop, alright?" My face was pressed against hers now, my spittle mingling with her tears.

"You be daddy's good little slut or you'll not sit down for a fucking week."

I knelt back and dragged her onto my lap. The belt marks on her arse were still visible against her pale skin. I slapped her, hard, with the flat of my hand, then again and again and again until her buttock was glowing anew. She screamed at each one; each scream made my cock twitch.

For good measure I grabbed her head in both hands and forced her bubbling mouth down onto my dick. She didn't suck much but the feel of my cock in her gurgling, wretched face was just fucking great. I forced her head down, feeling her writhe and gag, and held her there on the edge of panic for a good few seconds, then pulled her off and threw her into the pillows. She curled into a little ball and lay there sobbing.

"So, miss, is that clear?" I asked. No answer, so I raised my hand again.

"Yes!" Her scream was high, shot with fear. "Yes, daddy! Yes..." Her voice trailed into sniffling and I rolled off the bed and went to get dressed. I grinned to myself; that should keep her nicely in order for the afternoon.

I left her to pull herself together, and when I called her downstairs for bacon rolls she came, docile enough. I gave her a big hug, and she whispered an apology for making me cross. I kissed her nose.

"Silly moppet!" I said cheerfully; her smile was wan.

After lunch I helped her dress in the outfit I'd chosen for her. I'd gone for the sluttiest black suspender belt I had, with black stockings and a filly red garter, black lace and gauze gloves up to her elbows, and a pink gingham check school dress of hers. For knickers, it had to be pure little girl - pink cotton Peppa Pig pants. I did her hair in bunches to finish off and there she was, the perfect little six-year-old schoolgirl slut!

We drove over to Pete's in the van. He lives in a block of flats - not a high-rise, though, nice enough - and his place is two bedrooms and a decent size. He answered the door with a sly grin and a series smell of weed.

"Alright, mate," he said, clapping me on the shoulder. He squatted down to Chantelle who was standing quietly, hands crossed in front of her, quite the proper little school miss despite her black stockings.

"Alright darlin'," he said with a leer. "Remember me?"

Clever little Chantelle answered straight off, quiet but clear.

"Hello uncle Pete."

Good girl! I patted her on the head. Pete held out his hand to her and, with a tiny hesitation, she reached up to take it.

"Nice gloves," he said, and winked at me. "Come on, darlin', come an' meet the boys."

I watched her walk off with him, pleased, my cock stiffening in my jeans. She glanced back, a flash of uncertainty on her little pixie face but I nodded at her. Pete led her round the corner of the hall towards his living room, and I followed in time to watch her pause at the doorway, before stepping in.

There were four guys in the room watching porn on a big screen TV. A haze of weed smoke hung in the air; I felt the hint of a buzz just from walking in, and thought, that'll chill Chantelle a bit. Open beer cans and voddie bottles stood around - clearly the boys had started the party without us. The porn was good, clean gang-bang stuff, no big drama, just one willing blonde and a lot of stiff cocks. That, I hoped, was a good omen.

"Here's Chantelle, guys," announced Pete. I waved my hellos to the guys and went over to the sideboard. I poured a shot and stood back, happy for Pete to take the floor, keen to watch Chantelle's reaction to the guys.

"Hello Chantelle," came the chorus in a range of voices. Pete pointed them out to her one by one. "Uncle Bob," he said, "Uncle Derek, Uncle Izzy, and Uncle John who you saw earlier this week, which makes him a fucking cunt of the first order."

They all laughed at this, with John raising his can in salute. All eyes were on my step-daughter, blonde slag on the telly forgotten. Pete sat down in an armchair and for a good minute there was silence as they drank a little, passed the joint and stared at my little moppet. She blushed like a nun in a sex shop but stayed where she was, sweet and docile.

Eventually: "Fucking hell," croaked a voice and it was Derek, a short little bugger with a shaved head like a bullet. He glanced back at me and I grinned.

"Help yourselves, gents," I said easily. "She's here to entertain you. No damaged goods, though, and make sure she's lubed."

Chantelle's eyes were pleading with me across the room, but she stayed silent.

"Mouth," I said, taking a drink, "arse, of course - and cunt. All open for business."

There was a moment of stillness, the only sound being the blonde on the screen grunting and moaning as two big cocks dp'ed her. Then, one by one, the five guys stood and converged on the little schoolgirl standing forlornly in the middle of the room. They began touching her, stroking her her, her back, her arms, her chest. Izzy was the first to kneel and lift her skirt. My cock throbbed as I watched him run his hand over the bare skin between the top of her slut stocking and her little-girl Peppa Pigs.

They unbuttoned her and pushed the school dress off her shoulders to pool around her feet. Almost as if pushed back by the power of her appearance they all retreated a pace, gazing hungrily at the half naked half-schoolgirl, half-slut. Chantelle kept her eyes down; she was pale and I could see she was tense, but she was on her best behaviour.

Bob, a handsome ginger cunt with a trendy beard, was the first to break, scrabbling at his trousers, yanking them down, kicking them off. His dick was in Chantelle's mouth before the others had even got their zips down. Bob stood, hands on his hips, dick thrust forward with Chantelle leaning over to take him in her pretty little mouth.

And then she was surrounded. Five guys, bollock naked and in various states of inebriation, from the pale, red-headed Bod to the dark, hairy Izzy. Five hard dicks in her face. Chantelle was on her knees now, licking cocks as they were thrust at her, turning this way and that. I undressed slowly, not wanting to be the odd one out but not rushing to join in. Today I really wanted to watch, watch these five guys fuck my little step-daughter every way they wanted. I wanted to watch her take other men's cocks in her sweet little love holes, and streams of cum all over her face.

And watch them I did.

Two of them pawed her knickers down and Izzy scooped her up, laid her on the sofa and went down on her, spreading her sweet little cunt lips and diving right in. Bob was first to her mouth, gently fucking her between her lips as she lay there sprawled. Then it was cock after cock in her mouth, and mouth after mouth sucking on her sweet little cunt, and her little hands trying hard to wank the dicks thrust into them. Soon fingers were smearing super-slippy between her legs, and John, standing behind the sofa, was holding her legs up in the air while Pete positioned himself, cock nudging her glistening little arsehole.

"Loosen up, moppet!" I called, grinning, as I came to stand next to John, and to a chorus of "do it" do it! do it!" Pete thrust steadily until, with a great sigh, he penetrated.

"Ah, fuck!" he cried. "Aw fuck, YES!"

I took pictures after that. One guy holding one leg, another the other; a guy fucking her tight little arse, another guy with his cock in her mouth; a fifth guy licking her tiny little nub of a clitty, or wrapping her fingers around his cock, or licking her smooth, round, gently trembling belly. Guys sucking her toes, guys sucking her fingers, guys licking her thighs and belly and bum. Guys fucking her mouth and her arse, her ring red and swollen and gaping.

No cum yet, but the guys were getting really nicely worked up. Derek was the first to take her in her cunt, and he was really quite sweet to her, whispering to her reassuringly, trying to hold her attention from the other five leering blokes egging him on.

"Oh my God..." he groaned as he nudged his way into her. "God you're so tight, baby..."

Chantelle said very little as they fucked her, an occasional 'yes' or 'no' or 'please' or 'like this?', but nor did she cry or scream or bawl like a baby. She bit her lip, and tears occasionally glistened at the corners of her eyes - noticably when Izzy squeezed his big, hairy cock into her cunt - but she really did play like the big, clever girl she'd become.

Bob was the first to cream her, losing control shortly after he stuck his dick up her arse for the third time. He jerked and grunted for ages, Izzy and I exchanging an amused glance, until he finally pulled out leaving a thick white trail dribbling from her arse. Pete swore about his upholstery (for fuck's sake!) and the guys laughed and called him a fucking knobend and lifted Chantelle bodily onto a rug on the floor, and got her on her knees so they could take her anally doggy-style. Pete damned them six ways from Wednesday and threw a blanket over the sofa.

I was finding it increasingly difficult just to watch, especially after the guys started cumming in her. I made myself wait until she'd taken one load from each of them, three up her arse, one in her little cunt from Derek and one in her mouth, half swallowed, half dribbled, before I stepped into the fray. I lay on the sofa and had the guys lift her to squat above my cock, facing my feet. The skin between her thighs - pussy lips and arsehole included - was red and swollen, the earlier belt marks and my hand print of this morning quite pronounced again. One stocking was laddered quite spectacularly up the back, and another suspender hung loose. Cum oozed out of her half-closed arsehole.

I aimed my stiff, angry cock at that slimy hole. Three guys' cum already inside her, with two more loads in cunt and mouth! The thought of sloppy fourths made my balls ache as I lowered her bum slowly onto my cock. I slid right up inside her with barely a twitch, she was so well loosened, but boy did it make the dirtiest fucking squelching noises I'd ever heard. White translucent slime squoozed between her red ring and my shaft... Fucking hell! Fucking my step-daughter up the bum, lubricated by multiple loads of other guys' cum!

I did not last long. A few minutes of Chantelle bobbing up and down on my cock, supported by Izzy, and I was jerking and groaning like a bitch, pumping even more semen up her little round bottom, calling her a hot little slut and a dirty little slag.

There were two cocks hard again for her already by the time I'd finished inside her, and two pairs of hands lifted her off my slimy cock and laid her on the floor again. I lay on my side for a while, relishing every moment, and watched the two - John and Bob - gently spit roast her in mouth and cunt. Both pairs of lips were red and sore looking from the hard work they'd been put to, and her face was streaked with saliva and cum, and yes, maybe tears. But my Chantelle's a good girl. Once her daddy makes his point firmly, Chantelle understands and buckles down to it.

I had to raise neither my voice nor my hand to her all afternoon. Tired and sore as she was, she took all the cock the guys - and I - gave her. I did her again a bit later, a long, slow fuck in her slimy red cunt with her propped up on the sofa, sucking each of the other guys right in my face. Fucking loved it! She was close enough that I could lean down and kiss her stained little cheek and feel the bulge of the hard cock in her mouth. I know some guys who would have been tempted to join in with sucking, but that's fucking bent if you ask me. None of us did any cock-sucking that I noticed, although more than one of the guys did some serious cum-licking off her swollen pussy. And, yeah, I did really enjoy the feeling of other guys' cum oozing out of her body as I stuck my dick in. Yeah, so fucking shoot me!

I reckon each of the others came inside her three times - certainly at lest twice, and Izzy, the World's Worst Muslim, might have done her a fourth. I joked with him during a recovery period as we shared a spliff and watched Chantelle doing a three-way oral.

"You're just a fucking pretend Muslim, really, aren't you?" I asked, handing him the spliff and taking a mouthful of vodka. I gestured around. "Drink, drugs and fucking little girls - and I've never seen you get one of those fucking mats out and pray."

"Ah," he said in that solemn way of the drunk, waving his voddie glass at me. "A devil in every grape, it says in the Holy Book. You ever see me drink any fucking wine? Thought not! And drugs - fuck, brother, everyone in Mecca chews fucking qat all the time - I know, I been there! Qat or bhang, or fucking both. It's the heat."

He waved over at my little slut-girl, sucking cock on her torn-stockinged knees, her cute little backside red and blotchy.

"And as for the beauty of youth," he said, "I believe the Prophet Himself took young girls to wife with the full blessing of the Compassionate One. Peace Be Upon Him," he added with a grave nod, handing me the spliff.

"Yeah," I said, "but it's not like you've actually married my step-daughter, is it? Fucked her up the arse, yes, but married, maybe not quite so much?" I looked at him quizzically, eyebrows raised. He looked at me seriously, then his lips twitched, he snorted, and we both collapsed in sniggering laughter, leaning on each others shoulders with tears squirting down our cheeks.

Things wound down naturally towards the evening. Chantelle got so past it that she could barely suck cock any more - totally knackered, she was, but what a fucking trooper! I told her I was really proud of her as I lifted her into my arms and carried her out and down the hall to Pete's spare bedroom. She'd done us proud in the entertainment stakes - fifteen loads of cum at least swilling around in her tired, used little body - and she'd earned a good nap. I tucked her into the bed with a towel under her bum - that cum was coming out sooner or later! - and she was asleep before I'd finished, her thumb nestled between her red, sore-looking lips.

We decided John could go get the takeaway. The guys carried on drinking steadily but I laid off - I'd have to drive Chantelle home soon and I didn't want to wrap the fucking van around a tree. Can you imagine trying to explain the state of my passenger to a traffic copper? No thanks very much. So I drank milk - literally - and scoffed a huge portion of sausage, chips and curry sauce, and the guys talked, in quiet, slightly awed, tones about the afternoon, and I thought - you got five new worshippers here, my girl. You ever get any bother with teachers or other kids or shopkeepers, any one of these guys will fucking sort 'em out for you, and kiss your pretty little arse for it, too.

I was sober enough by about eleven, which was about time 'cos the other piss-heads were beginning to get on my tits. It's fucking awful being the driver and having to listen to the kind of shite people come out with when they're off their faces. Anyway, I woke Chantelle and put her dress on for her and sat her on the toilet for a little while while she pissed and farted and squeezed cum out of her tender little holes, and then we were off. She was groggy but walked fine to the van, and we drove in silence for a little while. I'd brought Mr Bunny. She hugged him tight.

"Back home tomorrow, moppet," I said. "Mummy's missed us I'm sure. You missed her?"

I watched her out of the corner of my eye; she gave the smallest of wan smiles but no more.

"Home again, yeah?" I asked. She nodded ever so slightly.

"Hey, listen," I said after a little while, "you haven't eaten have you? You wanna get some chips? Chantelle?" I glanced over and put the edge in my voice: "Chantelle?"

She jumped. "Huh? Uh? Yes. Daddy. Yes, please, daddy. Yes! That would be... yes, nice. Yes, I'm. Yes, hungry..." She seemed a little dazed, her voice tailing away.

"I've really enjoyed our little break together, Chantelle," I said. "Been really nice to spend some quality time with you. And we've had some fun, haven't we?"

"Yes," she whispered softly. And "Thank you, daddy," she added in a thin, far-away voice. I laughed.

"No problem, moppet, any time! Any time. We'll do it again, real soon, yeah? Would you like that?"

Silence.

I glanced sideways again, to see if she'd fallen asleep. She was staring straight ahead, Mr Bunny squashed against her chest.

"Yes, daddy," she said faintly.