The Coach Trip
by Ser Father of Barstuds

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First Published 04 June 2016 The Coach Trip

Story Code: M/g, M/M/g, M/M/M/g, M/F, fingering, masturbation, underage sex, ejaculation. Submissive

Jonathan Holden had been promising his daughter a trip to Disneyland Paris since she was five, unfortunately her dream trip had been delayed owing to the longwinded divorce he and his now ex-wife had gone through. Add to that the complete reformation of his life such as finding a new home, getting his own car and putting his career back on track all took its toll and its time, but finally, now Molly was nine-years-old he had been able to deliver on his promise.

Frustratingly it wasn't the dream package he wanted to give her. Instead of quickly flying over to Paris and spending three or four days savouring the magic that the venue offers, he could only afford a one day visit to the park and to add to the disappointment they would have to travel by coach, meaning that most of the three days would be taken up travelling from Doncaster, in the North of England, to Disneyland Paris and back, stuck in the boring confinements of a large coach.

Thankfully Molly didn't see any of those failings or issues. She was ecstatic at having the chance to finally go to a Disney park and the journey, despite taking the best part of 11 hours to get there was not a problem for her or as it turned out, for Jonathan for that matter as the coach was luxurious, with excellent facilities, plus the folks sat around them were great; talkative, sharing food and sweets and even entertaining Molly when things seemed to get tedious.


Molly and I had a magical day at the theme park, with hundreds of memories to cherish and sharing the two evenings together in the pirate themed hotel was amazing. Not only did it allow me to get back to knowing Molly as we had not had much lengthy time together since the divorce, but it also made me realise how quickly she was growing up. Now nine-years-old she was much more aware of her female body and took to commandeering the bathroom or bedroom to herself in order to get ready. Gone were the days of me dressing her for the day or getting her ready for bed, she saw herself as a young growing woman now and didn't want to show her wares around Daddy.


Molly was a strawberry blonde haired, freckle faced darling, with her long thick hair flowing down her back, if she hadn't bothered put it up in a pony tail or a bun. When meeting Molly for the first time people would comment that the most striking feature of hers were her blue/grey eyes that seemed to twinkle when she looked at you, which I also found utterly captivating. She was tall for her age and slim. Owing to her passion for school sports; hockey, swimming and running Molly was very fit and agile and despite not having any great womanly shape as in breasts or ass, she was very trim and supple and it was on the one occasion when she did happen to wander about the hotel room scantily clad that I first noticed how she was developing a lovely pair of long shapely legs. She must have forgotten herself for a few minutes whilst she stood talking to me about a particular character she had seen in the park as she was stood in her dull pink high leg panties and matching vest top.

I had never letched over my daughter, not at any age and I wasn't paying much attention to her semi-nakedness in front of me; child bodies or child sex just did not float my boat, but what did catch my eye were her lovely legs and it was only when I innocently pointed out to her that she had better legs than her mother she realised her impropriety and rushed off, calling me a bad father for letting her stand there in just her pants and bra. She did use the term bra but she was actually wearing a vest top and even though I had noticed two bee sting size lumps under the vest there was nothing there that would require a bra; however I didn't correct her on this matter.

Having had breakfast we took our luggage down to the hotel lobby and joined the groups awaiting the coach to return home. There were a few families, some young adults and, surprisingly I thought, a good number of older folk, maybe late fifties, early sixties on the coach. The reason I was surprised was because I found it strange that such older people would find interest in Disney theme parks, but where they became worth their weight in gold was in the supply of snacks and sweets on the journey down and one particular couple, Jim and Marie, who were sat adjacent to me and Molly on the coach provided great company for us. Both treated Molly like a grand-daughter, enquiring about her schooling and friends and even allowing her to use their IPad to play games on, which was a god send as the games on my phone she had got bored of after five minutes.

We set of just before 10am, with an expectation we would get to Doncaster at around 8pm. Our seats were two from the back row, positioned on the left side of the coach. Unfortunately the view from our window was partially restricted as we only had a third of a window to look out of before a metal partition was our view. However the view from the window of Jim's seat was clear and unobstructed, so, as had been the situation when we travelled down, Molly would jump between different seats either to talk to me or to use Jim or Marie's Ipad or to look out of Jim's window. For most of the time she would be sat by Jim and Marie would be sat next to me.

Marie was a very nice, sweet lady. In her early sixties, short grey/silver hair and a plump, cuddly physique. We chatted for quite some time about her role in the RAF and how she met Jim and how they didn't have any children and so on, this helped pass the time and before I knew it we were at Calais harbour awaiting the ferry to cross back to England. As is the case whenever I happen to travel anywhere, there were delays and our scheduled 2.15 ferry was cancelled meaning we didn't actually leave France till nigh on 4pm.

The journey across the English Channel takes less than an hour and when Jim and Marie offered to take Molly around the ferry I took the chance to partake in a few beers in the bar.

We all met up back on the coach with Molly seeming to be full of beans and looking absolutely delightful. She told me that Jim had bought her an amazing milkshake called a Knickerbockerglory, which had ice cream and chocolate and loads of other yummy stuff in it and that he was going to teach her how to play Farmville better as he plays it all the time. This being an online game she was always on about but I had never taken part in. I was delighted as that meant I would be allowed to try and pinch some sleep as Molly would be occupied by Jim. We were all happy at this situation.

Having left the docks at Dover we set off north at around 5.30pm. The journey to Doncaster should be nigh on five hours due to a few drop off points along the way and a scheduled refreshment break somewhere in the Midlands. Barring any more delays we should be tucked up at home in Doncaster before midnight.

The seating arrangements were as before, me by the window and Marie sat with me, and Molly in Jim's window seat with Jim next to her. We seemed to have lost some people at Dover as there were a number of now vacant seats around us, with nobody behind me and only one couple sat behind Jim and two old ladies on the back seat.

After a short while travelling I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up with a start for an unknown reason. I think I was only out for about a half hour or so and upon coming round I noticed that Marie had moved off to sit with another woman further down the coach. I glanced over to Molly and could see she was happily playing on the Ipad, with Jim talking her through something on the screen. She was giggling and sniggering at whatever Jim was saying to her; they fitted the proverbial happy grandfather/granddaughter pose.

It was at this moment I saw an image that froze my blood and took my breath away.

As Jim was leaning over towards Molly, using his right hand to point things out on the Ipad screen, his left hand was out of my view because it was up Molly's dress. I had to check my vision three times; adjusting my position in the seat to be sure I was seeing correctly. I was not mistaken. Molly was wearing a light pale blue cotton dress that should come to just below knee-length, but I could see it had risen up her legs some inches, now resting above her knees; and disappearing under the dress was Jims left hand to past the wrist sleeve of the dark blue shirt he was wearing. I could see movement under the folds of the dress near to her private regions but I couldn't see exactly what was being done with his hand.

I felt nauseous and instantly hot. The adrenaline began to rush around my body in preparation for potential confrontation and I sized up Jim to see if I could take him and where I should hit him.

Jim was in his early sixties also, but he looked younger with his thick black hair only showing specks of grey. He was taller than me by about three inches and despite his years he was still quite broad across the shoulder, but my feelings were so strong now I wasn't troubled by his size. However I was not a fighter and had not raised a fist in anger since my early school days. I was now 31. In fact it was due to my lack of positive action in most events in my life that was cited as one of the reasons why Annabel divorced me. Well that and the regular fucking she was getting from our then neighbour and now her new betrothed, Steve.

I ran through events in my head of how I would approach Jim, should I just shout it out for all to hear for him to get his hand from being up my daughters dress? Should I just grab him by the throat and pull him away from her. But before I could finish my contemplations Molly gave a giggle that ended with a pleasurable mewl. I glanced at her and she was still facing the Ipad screen but her eye lids were closed and her small mouth was partially open. She was enjoying whatever Jim was doing to her. I glanced again at her legs and her dress had risen some more, exposing some of her soft inner thigh. I could see some of Jims arm as it disappeared up the dress and it was moving very slightly backwards and forwards. I swallowed hard as I realised he was touching her private regions, her knickers, even her pussy. I balked as I visualised that he was probably trying to put a finger into the virginal, untouched vagina of my nine-year-old daughter. I had to do something. I was my daughters' protector and she was being molested by a stranger. Yes she seemed to be enjoying it but she is only nine and she cannot be fully aware of the situation. I was about to make my move when Marie plonked herself back in the aisle seat next to me. I sat bolt upright and looked directly at her.

My mind raced. Was she aware of what her husband was doing? Should I tell her first before I confront Jim, but she is so sweet, how can I break such news to her?

'He won't hurt her Jonathan' she spoke quietly, whilst looking down at her Ipad.

After some seconds to comprehend what she had just said I sat gobsmacked. Marie knew of this. She knew of her husband's perversions. She glanced at me and could see the look of shock and anger on my face before looking back down at the Ipad.

'If Molly tells him to stop, he will stop. He never touches anywhere without asking first' she continued.

My mind was racing still. Why does she allow this? What does she get out of this? What about my daughter's feelings and her innocence being violated.

'She is NINE YEARS OLD. She has no grasp of what is going on. It's easy to trick a child into doing something that's not right, if your?.', before I could continue there was another giggle and then a gasp of breath in ecstasy from Molly. I looked across, as did Marie. Molly had now lifted both of her feet onto the seat. Her dress had now dropped down over her mid region and both of her firm, shapely legs were on show and they were parted open, not too widely but enough to allow unrestricted access to her most delicate places and there was no doubt now that Jim was rubbing her pussy. Although I could not see what he was doing to her due to the gathering of the dress plus his arm being in the way, it was blindingly obvious his hands were touching her cunny. I was stunned.

Why was Molly letting him do such things to her? How was he getting her to allow this to happen? She is a nine-year-old innocent school girl who would never have had such violations carried out against her before. My mind was a mess.

I needed to stop this now. But when I looked at her she was looking up at Jim with a dreamy look on her face and the tip of her tongue just sticking out of her lips. She was in blissful heaven at whatever he was doing. How do I stop this now without upsetting her? Will she turn on me for stopping such pleasurable feelings from continuing? It was clear she was not in any pain or discomfort so was there any harm being done? What was I thinking of, of course there is harm. She is being molested; fingered by a 60 odd year old man that she hardly knows.

'Do you want to speak with Molly to see if she wants this to stop?' asked Marie now looking at me.

I instantly took this offer as an opportunity to intervene and put a stop to this perverse act.

'Yes, yes I do want to speak with her' I spurted out starting to get up out of my seat.

'Ok, but you need to try to calm your anger first Jonathan. At the moment in Molly's eyes Jim is doing nothing wrong, he is the good guy, a nice man, and if you go over there with that look upon your face and tell her off or worse maybe even scare her, then you will be the bad guy and she will not understand your reasons for being angry and what will she think of you then Jonathan?'

Her words hit home and again my usual 'lack of action' miasma kicked in and I sat back down. Yes what if I do scare her? She has now been sexually touched and I cannot take those experiences away from her. If I scare her too much will she just spite me and get every Tom, Dick and Harry to touch her up? Marie's words were working their way through my anger. This wasn't Molly's fault, why should I be angry at her? And yes I want to give Jim a piece of my mind, but not in front of Molly otherwise the opposite effect could occur.

Marie must have noticed my anger was dissipating as I heard her quietly say to Jim 'Jim, Jonathan wants to have a quick chat with Molly'.

I looked over to see both he and Molly sit up with she pulling her dress back down, smoothing it with her one hand whilst still holding the Ipad.

'Of course, of course' said Jim as he stood up and walked towards the toilet. He didn't look at me as he walked away.

Marie moved out of my way as I sat in Jim's seat. Whilst moving across I noticed the people sat directly behind Jim's seat had gone very quiet and I cast a quick glance towards them to see what they were doing. The male was looking down at a tablet he held and the woman was clearly pretending to be asleep.

Had they seen any of this going on? If they did why didn't they do something about? Are they perverts as well?

I looked back at Molly who had a look of concern, no, more a look of pity on her face as I sat beside her.

'Daddy please don't be angry with Jim. I let him do it. I asked him to put his hand on my? my? my pussy. I wanted him to do it' she pleaded.

She was sat up in the seat, turned so she was facing me. Her hair was ruffled at the back as she had been lounging down in the seat affording Jim better access to her most special zones. Molly was a little flush in the face, rosy cheeked with her lips full and red. She was aroused. I quickly glanced down her body and could see one of her nipples was protruding erect through her dress. I may have been imagining it at this time but I believed I could smell the scent of her cunt juices in the air. She was wet and wanting more of these amazing, breathtaking feelings to continue.

Whatever words I was going to say to her about her age, and the law, and her body and how this really should not be happening totally disappeared. The look and aura of my nine-year-old daughter was one of 'I want this to happen. Please do not stop it'. I was also shocked at hearing her use the words 'pussy'. What would a nine-year-old girl know of such terms?

'Are you sure you want to do this Molly?' were my first words.

Her pleading features emphasised her words 'Oh I do Daddy, I do. I love what he is doing to me. The feelings are? are? they make me feel like I'm going to explode and I don't want it to stop'. She wiggled in her seat and I saw her clench her thighs together, she was still turned on by his actions and her sweet little cunny was letting her know it still wanted more.

I was flabbergasted to hear such words of sexual lust come from my child; my young, prepubescent daughter. But she meant them, her description of her needs were not made up from overheard conversations or exaggerated to impress, because no young child could exaggerate such a description if they hadn't actually felt it.

'Molly, Jim is a grown man, an experienced man. What happens if he goes too far? Does something that you do not want him to do, what will you do? How will you stop him?' I ask.

She smiled a little 'Daddy he won't, he's not like that. He always asks me first before he touches me, even on my arm or my hand, and if he does do something I don't want him to I will tell him to stop. You are only over there I can call you to stop him. If I want him to stop.' she replied in an almost pleading voice again.

Her words made me think. How can she provide such knowledge of his behaviour? he has only just started touching her. Or had he.

'Sweetheart, when did Jim start touching you?' I calmly enquired.

She paused a moment before saying 'I asked him if he would like to put his hand up my dress this morning, after we left the hotel. It was boring sitting here doing nothing Daddy and I wanted to have some fun' she emphasised.

'And did he?' I croaked, with an element of annoyance in my voice.

'Please Daddy, don't get angry' she pleaded.

I took hold of her in an embrace and said 'I'm not angry at you Molly. I'm angry at myself for not seeing this earlier'. I then asked 'Did anything happen when they took you around the ferry?'

She sat back and nodded gently but added 'He only stroked my bottom Daddy, he wouldn't touch my pussy then even though I said he could'

I pondered for some minutes. There were a million and one reasons that I wanted to point out to her why this should not happen, why I should just take her off this coach now and find another way home. But it came down to the fact that my daughter is growing up and becoming a young woman and the manner she expressed herself in those first few minutes of this conversation made me realise that she is not being pressured or tricked into doing this, she made it happen.

I wanted to outline to her the full, frightening facts about sex and cocks and ejaculation and pregnancy and virginity but I knew it would be fruitless. She would resent me for the rest of my days if I stopped this from occurring.

I pondered a few more moments, noting that Marie had now returned to the window seat. Jim was stood a few feet away, looking away from us. Molly gave a quick longing look towards him, as she again added 'Please Daddy. Don't spoil it for me. I have had such a fantastic time with you and I want this trip to be one I will remember forever. Please, please, please Daddy'.

Despite my deepest instincts screaming at me to stop this now I could not resist the captivating blue eyes that turned me into a soppy, weak willed father on almost every occasion when Molly asked for anything and even though this was not a plea from her for a new coat or another go on a Disney ride, it was to allow her to be molested by a 60 year old pervert, I could not stop myself from saying-

'Ok. I will trust you Molly and not stop what you clearly want to happen, but at anytime you want this to stop you tell me, not him and I will make sure he stops.' I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth but the beaming smile and wholehearted hug Molly gave me with a big thank you kiss made all the problems go away.

I stood up and Jim turned towards me, with a little apprehension in his eye.

I just said 'Don't dare hurt her, do you understand?'

'Of course, of course, I would never hurt her, never.' He replied.

I returned to my seat and Jim to his.

I couldn't look their way for some minutes as I did not want to see what was happening so I sat staring into the back of the seat in front of me. Marie never murmured or moved, sat looking at whatever was on her Ipad. I could not engage with her anymore. She clearly was not the sweet old lady I thought she was.

I began to ponder as to why the couple behind Jim and Molly had not reacted in shock or disgust. They must have seen what was going on owing to the way they didn't want to make eye contact with me. Were they into this kind of stuff?

They were younger than Jim and Marie, both in their early 40's. The woman had dyed blond shoulder length hair and was quite attractive, with a trim figure and full, firm breasts that stood out against her frame. She seemed quite pleasant in the few words I had had with her. He was a balding bespectacled business type, that could probably fit the bill of a child molester, but would they normally be with their wives? I really didn't understand what was going on. I decided I would monitor their actions should things continue between Molly and Jim. At this I decided to face the music and turned to my right to see what was happening.

It was not as terrifying as I thought it would be. Jim was sat with the Ipad in his hands. I thankfully could see both of his hands in front of him and Molly was turned on her side nestled up against his right arm as he was saying something to her. Jim had an uncanny means of speaking without being able to hear his words, his voice being a kind of low chant. I could see he was speaking but could not catch a single word he was saying to Molly even though we were mere feet from each other, maybe that was part of his charm of seducing young girls, because it is clear Molly was not the first young child he has groped.

I was pleased. Maybe my intervention had helped get rid of his urges and now he knows I am aware of his game he may be too worried about touching her again. I was hopeful that maybe this nightmare was over.

Slightly more subdued I nestled back into my seat, took out my phone and noticed that I had missed two texts from Annabel. The first was some hours ago, whilst we were still on the ferry.

'Hi, hope the trip has gone well. Are you on the way back now? Has Molly enjoyed herself?'

My immediate thoughts were to reply 'yes she has enjoyed herself and it would appear she is enjoying herself even more with the fingers of an old man in her snatch'. But I decided against such a response.

The second text, sent about half an hour ago was a little more panicky, as mothers do.

'Jon, is everything ok? You said you would text me when you were back in England. Are you back in England yet?'

I had also missed a call from her about five minutes ago but my phone was on silent and I did have other things on my mind at the time, so didn't feel the vibrating phone in my pocket.

For the next few minutes I had a text conversation with Annabel. Calming her nerves and putting her mind at rest. Her final missive was 'Molly is to be back with me for no later than midday tomorrow. Don't be a minute late Jon'. This child custody millstone was a constant knife in the back from Annabel, but I duly replied in the affirmative.

Another glance over at Molly revealed that my previous hopes of Jim being too worried to touch her were mislaid.

The Ipad was back in Molly's hands with Jim turned towards her. I instantly noticed his left hand up her dress once again. I swallowed hard at the fact that I had now condoned what was happening, but I didn't have the bottle to put a stop to it a second time.

Molly was giggling again, followed by another moan of delight. He had obviously recommenced his rubbing of her pussy.

I was mentally convincing myself that she would only allow him to touch her over her knickers and not actually let him feel her soft, fleshy virginal slit. But as I watched her blissful facial reactions with the occasional jerky gasp I felt I was holding onto false hope.

I couldn't look anymore, but not for reasons of disgust. I had begun to sense a slight sexual feeling growing in the pit of my stomach and I was consciously trying to stop my erection from growing. What on earth was happening? How the fuck was I becoming turned on by the sexual mewling of a nine-year-old girl? My nine-year-old girl.

I tried for a good ten minutes to stay my erection from growing in my jeans, but it was no use and eventually my urges got the better of me as I just had to look back at them.

Jim had now sat up and was putting the Ipad away in the bag underneath his seat. At this Molly brought both of her feet, still wearing her blue and pink trainers, up onto the seat again. I recalled what happened when she did this earlier and I visualised the look of utter heavenly bliss on her face as Jim had clearer access to her cunny. My loins were fully erect at the thought of that image and I was in need of readjusting myself down there but with Marie sitting next to me I was not going to reveal to her my growing desires towards my daughter.

But Molly brought a new hard swallow to my throat because this time as she lifted her dress up to her waist she then proceeded to slip off her white panties with little pink bows around the hem, sliding them down over her long slim legs and over her trainers. Her gorgeous, hairless, virginal cunt was now exposed for him to savour. (I had to imagine it was a gorgeous, hairless cunt as I frustratingly could not see it).

She then handed the panties to Jim who immediately took them to his nose and mouth and deeply inhaled her scent. Molly screwed up her face in disgust at Jim's actions but after some words she then allowed him to hold them to her nose, making sure that the inner gusset was uppermost for her to sniff. She didn't give much reaction but also didn't reject his offering.

My pre-cum was now leaking from my cock and I was desperate to get it out and release the tension building up in me.

Jim quickly put her panties into his trouser pocket and leaned forwards over towards Molly, placing his left hand straight between her parted thighs. I couldn't see what his hand was doing but the gasp from Molly left me with no doubt he had just entered her. Jim's hands and fingers didn't appear to be large, but I expected that her tight virginal quim could only take a half finger of his at most. I very much doubted she could receive any more than that at her age. Jim leant towards her face and it was clear they were kissing.

I had to lean further towards them to try to catch a glimpse of how Molly reacted to a grown man kissing her. The sight I saw was not what I was expecting. They were both engaged in a full on tongue swirling, soul drinking kiss, with Molly reaching up with her left hand and pulling him harder into her. I could also see Jim's arm moving back and forwards faster than previously. Molly was beginning to moan loudly; in fact so loud I glanced around to see what the reaction of others would be. On the back seat were the two old ladies, one was asleep with an eye mask on and the other was staring out of the window. I hadn't noticed that the young couple in front of my seat must have got off at the last drop off point, which I missed completely due to the scenes I had been witnessing. The only people to react were the couple behind Molly and Jim as the blonde haired woman got up and began to walk down the coach. I watched her to see if she looked over at them. She did and took a good long glance at what Jim was doing with his hands. She would have had a better view of him fingering her than I did. However she then made her way to the front of the coach. Was she going to mention the goings on to the driver?

Oh god, where would that leave me? What would they all think of me when asked what did the father do? I watched her as she leaned over towards the driver but I couldn't see or hear what was being said, however her behaviour did not seem that of someone who was reporting a shocking incident she had just viewed. It just seemed like a normal chat.

Molly was panting heavily as Jim continued to plough into her. I had a growing urge to look over to witness his finger entering my daughter's cunny, but refrained from such. I noticed the bespectacled man looking through the gap between the two headrests and he was catching a full eyeful of my daughter's molesting. It was also noticeable that his right arm was vigorously moving. The dirty bastard was wanking his cock! What was wrong with people? Has everyone lost their morals and feel it is fine to watch a child being abused?

But was I any different? My erection was trying to burst out of me and at that very moment if given the chance I would have happily began to fondle my own daughter's body as well. I was becoming a depraved pervert like the rest of them.

Jim extracted himself from the grip of Molly's hand, trying to end the kissing but the look in her eyes was full of lust and desire and she was trying to reattach herself to his mouth, with her little pink tongue reaching out for him. He must have removed his finger from her also as she looked down at her lower half and I heard her say in a pitiful, husky voice 'Oh please don't stop doing that. Its soo nice' and it was at this point I had another shock regarding the capabilities of my daughter. Jim was presenting his hand towards her face and I could clearly see he had two protruding, sopping wet fingers covered in the cunt juices of my nine-year-old girl. My belief that she could take nothing more than a half finger was crushed. No wonder she was moaning, he was practically fucking her.

Surprises continued as the sexual lust of Molly made her reach out to his hand and she immediately began sucking and licking her own flavours from his fingers like she was consuming a piece of sweet, juicy fruit. I groaned in sexual pleasure at this image. She was now driving me mad with desire and I knew I needed to have her to myself.

Marie spoke for the first time as I heard her say 'Your daughter is absolutely amazing'. I didn't reply. She then said something about holiday snaps but I ignored her and carried on watching Molly and feeling envious of the bespectacled man for having the chance to release his aching cock.

The coach radio then kicked in with some random music playing out of the speakers around us and as the blonde woman was coming back up the gangway the lights on the coach dimmed a little, which, with darkness now beginning to set, the area around us was much more secretive, erotic even however with the side lights above each seat on and the motorway lights beaming in, I still had a clear view of all that was happening.

This meant that I could watch in salivating wonder as Molly took the fingers out of her mouth and guided them back between her legs, raising her pelvis at the same time and manoeuvring Jim's penetrative digits back into her. As they slipped in, her head rolled back and she gave a long sexual 'Ooooh' at the sensation. I nearly came.

The blonde haired woman was now back with us and paused by me as she watched, with a lustful glare as my girl began to raise her pelvis up off the seat whilst still holding onto Jim's left hand. She was riding his fingers like some brazen hussy whilst panting and groaning as she did so. The look of concentration on her face as she matched her pelvic thrusts along with pulling his fingers into her was incredible and because she was raising herself up I got to see her gorgeous, hairless, virginal (?) cunt for the first time.

The fleshy mound of her cushion soft pussy was engorged as well as the quite fully exposed clitoris of this young girl. With each thrust up it was noticeable that Jim's fingers were inside her up to their full length which caused her pussy lips to be separated and partially on show for me to see.

She was making quite a bit of noise, with a regular 'oh god' being uttered but thanks to the music from the radio her rhythmic panting was being drowned out.

Where did she learn such actions? Is it possible for a virgin girl to be a natural sex goddess? I didn't believe it to be so and just accepted that the kids of today are growing up faster and due to the internet they got to see sexual acts more and more and so they knew what to do when it happens to them.

Can she still be a virgin having been penetrated so deeply by fingers or did she have to receive a cock first? I didn't know if there was a legal or medical difference, but it was clear she had no problems in taking a good three inches or so of a grown man's two fingers.

The blonde woman then glanced at me with an almost envious stare before sitting down.

It suddenly dawned on me that she must have told the coach driver to turn the radio on and the lights down. She and her husband must obviously be in on this, but how? And why, what would they get from this, they aren't touching her. My brain was struggling with all this information and my sexual urges were running wild as Molly continued to noisily ride Jim's fingers.

Marie had been trying to get my attention for some minutes and even took to shaking my left arm; I eventually pulled my view from Molly and turned towards her, probably with a stern look of annoyance.

'Jonathan I just wanted to show you some snaps of previous coach and train trips we have had' as she was glancing down at the Ipad, turning it towards me.

I took some seconds to comprehend what she was doing. My daughter is being fingered almost to orgasm by your perverted husband and you want me to look at holiday snaps, however, once I did focus upon the images on the Ipad my jaw dropped.

The first image was of a girl who looked very similar in age and size to Molly; she was lying on a bed with one cock in her mouth and another in her cunny. Marie flicked the Ipad to the next image where it appeared to be the same girl smiling up at the camera with her face and mouth covered in spunk.

'This is Tiffany; she was a lovely young girl. We met her last August coming back from Legoland.'

The next image was of an older girl, maybe 14, with ample breasts and bushy pubic hair. She was straddling a man's cock, with a face of pure heaven as it looked as though she was orgasming. The man's face was pixellated out as he suckled upon her breast.

Marie continued 'That was Melanie. We still see her occasionally; although she has a boyfriend now so doesn't visit us much'

I was transfixed on these images and also the comments by Marie. They kept in touch with some of these kids. What did their parents think? How did they arrange things together?

The next image was of a woman in her thirties who was quite chubby with a fat arse. She was naked on her knees with her face in the crotch of a girl who looked about 13. The girl didn't seem to be too enamoured with the situation but behind the woman was a skinny boy also about 13 who had his quite substantial cock plunged into this woman and seemed to be fully enjoying himself. A flick of the screen brought up a shot of the boy now impaled into the girl's cunt, where she seemed to be enjoying things a bit more.

'Oh these were lovely. They are twins, Stephanie and Stephen. Both were thirteen years old there. And that was their mother between them, Trudy. She couldn't resist taking part. They still do things together now, sending us the odd video and such' explained Marie as though she was describing a holiday snap.

For the next few minutes she flicked through dozens of images of children in various sexual situations. Some even looked younger than Molly but most were older, having breasts and furry mounds. There were more girls than boys but all seemed to be enjoying themselves.

These images had taken my mind from what Molly and Jim were doing and it was only when Marie turned her head to look beyond me towards their direction did I glance back. I began to wish I didn't.

Molly was stood up, with both hands holding onto the head rest in front of her. She was looking towards me with a sleepy, almost spaced out look. With her ruffled hair and crumpled dress I suppose you could say she looked fucked.

She smiled sweetly at me and mouthed 'Thank you Daddy'.

My automatic reaction was to smile back and nod my head, mouthing back 'It's Ok'.

I wondered if it was all over. Had she had enough? Had Jim actually brought her to orgasm and I missed it?

No. The scene became very clear, very quickly.

Jim was moving across from his seat over to sit in the window seat directly behind Molly. Once he was settled behind her, with Molly looking back at him he began to undo his belt, his jeans button and his zip fly.

I lurched forward as my stomach churned and I heard myself saying 'oh god no' as I began to realise what was going on.

Jim then raised his hips up and pulled his jeans and underwear down some inches, allowing his full erection to be released and spring up hard and proud.

My mouth became very dry with being wide open for some time before I commenced swallowing hard. She is a virgin. She will not be able to take his cock. Two slender fingers are a whole different ball game to five inches of thick, hardened, blood filled cock. I refused to believe she would be able to take him into her. This was where Molly will be telling him to stop as he tries to put his erection into her tight cunny. She will realise that it is no longer a fun game and will put a stop to his actions. I needed to be ready to pull her from him; he will be at his most sexually charged and will probably resist me pulling her away. I was ready for her plea.

His manhood was slightly shorter in length than mine but it did appear to be a little bit thicker than my offering. I was not overly endowed, as Annabel would remind me often if I pissed her off. Jim's cock certainly had a more girth than the two fingers Molly had taken so far and I had no doubt it would be too much for her.

Once he was exposed, I watched in what seemed almost slow motion as Molly reached back with her left hand and grabbed his cock. She began rubbing it and stroking it like she had handled one before. I heard the words come from her mouth 'I like your cock Jim'. Again my daughter surprised me with her comment but mostly her experienced handling of his cock. Had she seen one before? Who's? When?

Jim then tapped her left leg with his left hand and at this Molly manoeuvred her leg so it bent behind her at the knee and rested on the seat to the left of Jim. He leaned forward, took a hold of her waist and lifted her up from the floor, allowing her to do the same with her right leg as she placed it to the right of Jim's legs. She held onto the headrest in front of her as she began to wiggle her knees back a little, achieving the straddle position, but backwards. Jim then put both of his hands underneath her dress, gathered the hem up in his thumbs, put his fingers on her waist and appeared to be guiding her backwards towards his cock.

I was almost apoplectic at the realisation she was about to back onto his erection. Did she realise what she was doing?

However having caught a glimpse of her soft, pale, skinny naked left ass cheek as Jim hoisted up her dress my own erection was twitching again and I was feeling the conflicting, twisting emotions of needing to see my daughter's face as she felt her first cock enter her but also wanting to pull her out of this situation right now. I watched Jims face as he was looking down at her ass, appearing to guide her towards his erection. He released his right hand from her waist and spat some saliva into the palm, returning his hand back over his cock, obviously smearing it with his spittle. I was murmuring to myself now 'she will stop him right now, she will stop him right now' as each second passed.

I watched as he continued to move himself underneath her dress; however the dress was obscuring my potential viewing of seeing Molly's puffy, juicy, tight cunt taking in a man's full hard on. I switched to watching Molly's face and saw she had her head turned towards me, with her chin turned over her left shoulder and her eyes closed. She was waiting for it to happen. Her mouth was slightly open whilst panting quietly. She was expectant of being entered any second now.

I didn't realise that I was holding my breath but when she jerked forward a little, gasping in a mouthful of breath, I did the same. She rolled her head downwards, whilst licking her lips. A low sexual moan escaped from her as she began to move her hips up and down. Had she really just taken his length into her? I refused to believe it.

After two or three lifts of her hips she began to breathe a long low deep breath, clearly savouring the feelings that were racing around her body now.

Marie put her hand on my arm and said 'Jonathan, is there something you are not telling us?'

It took a second or two to accept what she was saying 'What? No, no I have never touched her, never. She is a virgin. Nobody has touched her before. I can promise you that' I stated in exasperation, looking her in the eyes.

She looked over at Molly and then back at me giving me an almost sympathetic smile. 'Sorry, it's just that she is so extremely responsive for one so young I just assumed you may have taken her first. Forgive me' she tapped my hand in a condescending manner but I was too weak a man to challenge her and instead said, rather dumbly 'He hasn't entered her, she is just rubbing up against him. She cannot have taken him into her'. But the look she gave me was one of 'you poor fool, your daughter is no virgin and you had no idea', but I didn't realise that look at the time, not until sometime later.

I turned back towards them and watched as she was full on riding his cock now, lifting herself up and down onto him with a thrusting rhythm, whilst Jim, with a look of almost astonishment upon his face, maintained a grip on her waist. Molly was getting louder with her moaning but Jim didn't seem to mind. In fact the coach was almost half empty now, and with the music playing she was partially drowned out, but if she got any louder others may notice.

Marie then pointed out that the seat next to Jim was free if I wanted to get a closer look.

I stared at the vacant seat. Do I want to get closer? What do I really want to see; my daughter impaled on Jims cock or she just rubbing herself against him? I heard Molly whisper 'ummmm, that feels so nice', which made Jim give a low moan. She was clearly getting his juices going also.

I stood up and despite the seat only being some three or four steps from where I was I took an age to travel the distance. Molly was holding onto the head rest of the seat in front, looking down and beginning to grunt with each thrust onto him. As I got to the seat I looked to see what the couple behind were up to; the bespectacled man had his face between the two headrests, clearly able to watch this young girl having sex, although his view of the true action would have been blocked by Jim's head and her dress. I couldn't see where his wife was initially but as I glanced around the seat I could see she had her head in his groin and was obviously sucking his cock.

What the fuck was wrong with these people? Everybody had turned into some kind of sex craved beast. I glanced towards the two old ladies on the back seats, expecting a scene of debauchery to greet my eyes. Thankfully one was still asleep with the eye mask on whilst the other just smiled at me as though we had just passed each other in the street. From her position she must be able to hear if not see my nine-year-old daughter fucking a man's cock, because thats what was happening, she was fucking him, not the other way round.

I finally found myself sat in the seat next to Jim and the first thing I recognised was the squelchy sounds a wet cunny makes when riding a cock. Jim didn't even glance my way. He knew why I was there and he 'kindly' lifted up Molly's dress, raising it high up her back, putting her full backside on view. He then placed each hand underneath each ass cheek and raised Molly up a little. Her rhythmic stride slowed right down and I got to watch as the pink folds of flesh around her pussy were being stretched whilst devouring the full girth of Jim's cock. I could see the white line of pre-cum from Molly's sopping cunt dribbling down his length.

'She is special this girl' he croaked. I sat in a hypnotic gaze as he proceeded to pump his cock up into my daughters cunt, making her yelp loudly in joy and as he continued to lift his hips, ploughing his cock into her, I heard her say 'don't stop'. She was getting very boisterous now and would very likely attract attention from those at the front of the coach. However a new member of the perverted club entered the scene as the 50-something year old man who had been sat in front of Jim and Molly and whom I had totally forgot about in my scanning of the coach, had now turned around on his seat to kneel in our direction. He reached over with his left hand and took hold of Molly's head, turned it to face him and slapped his lips onto hers. At the same time his right hand reached around the headrest and somehow he slipped it inside the top of Molly's dress and obviously began to squeeze her bee sting tits. She hungrily commenced sucking on this new player's face, which helped in subduing her loud moans but only made my moans become more expressive. The sexual energy around me was making me almost ejaculate and I think if somebody were to have touched my cock right then it would explode with cum. I was now fully enjoying watching two men, two strangers, fuck and grope my daughter and I wanted them to fuck her hard and make her cum and then fuck her again. I was becoming desperate now.

I sat opened mouthed at what I was witnessing, no, not witnessing being part of, because even though I had not touched her, I had also done nothing to stop this sexual exploitation of a young girl taking place and so was part of the crime. I could see she was enjoying this and I kind of accepted that she must have had some contact with a cock before but I still felt she was not fully aware of what she was doing or what was happening to her and despite all that I had seen, I felt it was these men, and women who had manipulated her to do such acts. I feared for how she would react when it was all done and dusted.

Molly came up for air and released herself from the kissing, at this Jim decided to change positions and began to pull Molly back towards him; she was now resting her back against him. I saw the man in front look mildly disappointed at having his fun taken away, but he remained facing us, watching as Jim now lifted up the front of Molly's dress, revealing to all her hairless, parted slit and her reddened engorged clit as she carried on grinding herself upon Jims cock.

I was impressed with the stamina of Jim because I would have cum some time ago. I was no stud and would mostly leave Annabel a horny frustrated woman lying next to me in bed having spent myself in or over her.

I sat forward so as to get a better view of her cock filled cunt and at this Molly saw me and said again 'oh Daddy, thank you'. I leaned towards her in the hope of engaging her in one of those breath taking kisses she had been handing out, but Jim then began to run his fingers over her sensitive clitoris, causing Molly to recommence sliding up and down upon his cock, closing her eyes and moaning in delight. She moved her head away from me, turning it back towards Jim reaching her hand back to pull his face towards her. She didn't want my lips, she wanted the man who was giving her such magical pleasures and he immediately took full advantage and they commenced a face swallowing, tongue twisting kissing session that was making my juices bubble.

She was in blissful heaven and probably was not far from cuming, which I now wanted to see. I now wanted to see my young girl orgasm over the cock of this man she had only met some three days ago, who was now up to his nuts embedded in the cunt of a young schoolgirl. I wanted to touch her cunny, to feel it as Jim's cock slipped into in, but I didn't feel I had any right to do so. My pathetic-ness kicked in and I felt that I had no rights to interfere with their lovemaking. I had now accepted that this 60-year-old stranger had more rights over my daughter's body than I did and I was happy with this, I was not worthy to take on such a wondrous, sexual goddess and she fully deserved to have her senses raised to the heavens by a man or men who knew how to take a woman; a girl to such heights.

I satiated myself by running my two fingers of my right hand down the outside of Molly's soft, shapely thigh. This was the first time I had touched her flesh in any way for some years. I don't think she had even held my hand in recent days. I was shaking at the sensations of my skin touching hers.

But the final element that reduced me to the reactions of a virginal young boy was hearing Molly whisper to Jim 'I want you to cum in my pussy', whilst licking his lips. I could hold on no longer as my premature ejaculation pumped out. I gasped and then cringed at the thought of my uselessness; I twitched and swallowed as spunk squeezed out into my boxers. I had to sit back and gather my senses, whilst watching Molly still swap spittle with Jim, listening to sucking and slurping noises that passionate kissing brings. I glanced up at the man in front who gave me a look of almost congratulations as he knew I had shot my load. I turned my head to Marie, who had moved to sit in my aisle seat and was holding up the Ipad she had, filming the scene in front of her. I have no doubt my moment of failure was now caught on camera. I never heard whether Jim replied to her request.

This sexual release had brought me a little to my senses and I began to feel I would be better off away from Molly, leaving her to the continued fucking and groping of Jim and others, but at that point the coach changed its forward direction and began to slow down. I glanced out of the window to see we were coming off the motorway and heading into a service station/retail park, somewhere in the south Midlands.

At this Jim again extracted his lips and hands from Molly and gently sat her forward. She was willing to do anything he wanted at that moment and no doubt she was waiting to be moved to a new position to be fucked but Jim then said 'Sorry Molly, we are going to have to stop a while, we are now at that place I told you about'.

Molly's reaction went from disappointment at no longer being fucked to joy as the realisation of what Jim had said. At this she rather un-daintily extracted herself from Jim's cock and then turned towards him, still sat on his lap, his erection still standing proud, smothered and glistening in cunt and pre cum juice, probably both his and hers.

She took a few seconds to gather her senses before asking 'Can we do it Jim, can we make a sex video'. My ears pricked up at this news but not in the previous way of concern for Molly but in the deviant way of that sounds very interesting.

'Well you might want to ask your dad first' Jim said before glancing at me.

'Oh daddy please. I really want to. Jim says we can make a sex video and I really want to, please' she pleaded.

The look of total incomprehension must have been plainly clear on my face because Jim then said 'Marie why don't you go ahead and get Molly freshened up and I will chat with Jonathan'.

The coach had come to a halt and I heard the driver saying for all to be back on the coach by 9pm, which pretty much gave people nigh on an hour to get refreshments and also peruse the shopping mall. Molly squeezed past me and joined Marie and as she did I noted that she had a large wet patch across the backside of her dress, clearly where all of her sopping wet juices had flowed into, however Marie also spotted it and wrapped a big cardigan of hers around Molly, covering her embarrassment.

'Jonathan, no doubt your feelings and emotions are very mixed at the moment and it will be sometime before you can fully digest what has happened here today. What I can inform you is that me and my group of friends have been teaching young boys and girls the joys of sex for many years. I take it you got chance to see some of our holiday snaps?' said Jim.

I just nodded, watching as everyone was getting off the coach including the two old ladies and the couple behind us.

'None of those young ladies or gents were injured, harmed, forced or tricked. Each one of them willingly took part in whatever act they chose. Let me tell you Jonathan, there are a number of misconceptions in society, one of which is that people of my age should just be happy with Saga holidays, dog walking and waiting to die. Well I and my friends, some of whom are older than me refute that claim and we chose to live life to the full and another misconception is that children should not be exposed to any form of sex at all until they are at an age when their hormones and emotions make sex an absolute disaster and hence we have the issues with society that we have today. But as you have witnessed on this coach, some children, many children of various ages want to explore sex, want to understand sex and like the situation with that wonderful daughter of yours, want to perform sex' Jim outlined.

I sat and listened to his words and like normal I was not capable or strong enough to put up counter arguments to this man's warped but somehow thought provoking logic.

'Shall we go meet the girls and I will explain on the way'.

We got off the coach and walked into the shopping complex, heading through a private coded door near to some offices that Jim obviously knew the code for and then down a corridor to another coded door.

On the way Jim outlined that he and his 'group of friends' had a number of suites dotted around the UK and two in Europe which were kitted out with recording facilities as well as beds and showers and should they find the right willing person, which is not always a child he pointed out, they have had older males and females who have succumbed to the offer of being filmed whilst being fucked, then they take them to one of these suites.

He opened the coded door and we walked in to a dark tiny room which had two laptops on a desk and a 5 feet by 3 feet window in front that looked into a well lit sparsely furnished room made to look like a bedroom, with a lamp and a chest of drawers and a king-size bed cum chaise long against the far wall, I recognised it from some of the 'holiday snaps'.

I immediately saw a naked Molly stood in the room, stood just in her blue/pink Nike trainers and nothing else. Her skin was a mixture of milky white around her private regions and slightly tanned on her arms and legs. She was quite skinny with her hip bones sticking out but her pussy was a protruding mound that appeared to have not a single hair on it. Her slit was providing a little glimpse of her clitoris and some pussy lips. But it was those legs, long and slender and shapely that were her real asset, unlike her tiny little bee sting tits, almost like enflamed nipples really; but she looked delectable and I was almost proud to see her feeling quite so comfortable in this situation.

Marie was stood behind her putting her hair up in a high pony tail. Molly was absolutely overjoyed at her situation and I could hear her talking to Marie about how she wants to have big boobs when she gets older and would really like to become a glamour girl, like the ones in the internet sex videos. I raised my eyebrows at the thought that my daughters career path was to be a porn star.

Also in the room was the man I recognised as the coach driver, who was also speaking to Molly, praising her wonderful body and how he feels so lucky to be in a room with her and to be allowed to touch her pussy. I wondered what conversation I had missed, but I felt excited at the prospect of what was to come. I was now fully buying into this situation and wanted to watch as different men took turns on my gorgeous cock loving daughter. I think I was beginning to develop a form of mental trauma at what I had witnessed today and my mind was now a malleable mess.

Jim equipped himself with a hand held camcorder and then introduced me to the woman in the room, who was the blonde wife of bespectacled man. She was called Jean and her first words to me were 'Your daughter is the most erotic soul I have ever seen. She is going to be sensational'.

All I could say was 'thank you'.

I overheard Marie say to Molly 'Ok Molly there are four cameras in here' as she pointed at them around the room 'also Jim will have one in his hands, so if you can remember to look at the camera whilst having nice things done to you, that will be great ok?' Molly nodded enthusiastically but did look a little nervous as she began to chew on one of her fingernails.

Jim entered the 'bedroom' as Marie joined us and said hi to me as she sat at the two laptops and rather expertly I thought began to manipulate them to show the four camera views. I noted that there was no fifth camera screen for Jims handheld, so I would not be able to see what he covers.

'Ok Molly can I just have you lying back on this big bed with your head here and your feet on here' said Jim, directing Molly to a position on the bed whereby she would lying down but propped up by some large cushions behind her. She asked if she should take her trainers off but Jim told her to leave them on, she looks fantastic with them on. He said it makes her look sporty.

Once she was in position Colin the coach driver, who remained fully clothed got onto his knees and nestled himself between her legs. He was saying something to Molly that made her laugh, reducing her tension somewhat.

Watching through the window was the best image for the realism aspect of what was going on, but with Colin's head in the way of my view of Molly's sweet quim and with Jim moving around with the portable, some of the better images came from watching the different camera angles on the laptops, where Marie was doing a great job of zooming in or out.

As Colin began to kiss and lick around Molly's pussy it wasn't long before her nervousness was gone and her bodily reactions kicked in. Colin was obviously the go to man for getting the girl's ready because within five minutes Molly was no longer chewing on her fingernails, instead she was rubbing her fingers of one hand through Colin's thick brown hair whilst panting and mewling as he was sucking and fingering her cunt.

Now having a little more room to manoeuvre and fewer restrictions on sounds Molly was providing an excellent live show by raising her hips and grinding her box into the face and fingers of Colin. Her head rolled back as she began to pant heavily with whispers of 'oooh'.

I was getting erect again at what I was seeing and Jean made mention that she could do with something to scratch an itch she had had for a while. Both women cast a glance at me but I felt quite inadequate around these men and didn't react to their obvious tease.

After another five minutes or so Jim huddled up next to Molly and he gave Colin a slight tap, whereupon he eased off his consuming of her cunny, I heard Jim him saying to her 'Molly, Robert and Bob are going to come in now and if you are ok they will be yours to play with alright?' She was in a bit of a sexual haze but she did acknowledge Jims words but also seemed a little troubled as to why Colin had stopped and at this Colin began to get up. 'Are you not going to do it anymore?' she queried in an almost pleading voice. Colin leant down and kissed her on the lips, meaning she was savouring her own juices once again, he then said 'Molly, you little princess, I would love to stay but I have to get the coach ready for you to get home. Robert and Bob will look after you now' at this he got up and walked into our room then out into the corridor saying goodbye to both Marie and Jean but not me.

When I looked back in the room I was greeted by the sight of two naked men, both sporting full erections. As Jim introduced them to Molly I could now put names to the faces from the coach. A guy in his fifties with quite a big pot belly and a hairy chest, with a short fat cock of about 5 inches was the man who had turned in his seat to kiss and grope Molly's tit, he was Bob. Robert, who I had now deduced was the name of the bespectacled man who was sat behind Molly, was not what I expected. He was obviously in his forties but had a very muscular frame, fit and toned with hardly any fat on him at all, which was quite a contrast to Bob, the other real contrast between the two was the size and thickness of Roberts cock. It looked over seven inches in length and was the thickest of all the men on show today and what was unique about Roberts cock was that where most men's cocks have a clear difference between the shaft and the knob-end, his knob-end blended smoothly with his shaft, which gave a strange almost beheaded look to his cock, but nevertheless gave an impressive length of cock for Molly to play with, would she be able to take it? Having been constantly surprised by Molly today, it would not be unlikely that she takes the whole lot.

'Molly you can change your mind about whose cock you want inside you and whose you would like to suck' asked Jim in a manner that implied he had discussed this previously with her, which was also obvious in her response 'I still want to try Roberts one'.

At this Jean began to clap and jump with delight 'Oh Rob never gets to do the young ones, he always has to sort himself out.' She turned to me and said 'If she can take it, then Robert is a wonderful lover, isn't he Marie' she said looking back at Marie.

'You will get me a bad name Jean' she smirked.

'What, oh silly, I'm sure Jonathan has worked out that we share partners, hadn't you Jonathan?' she smiled whilst asking.

I gave a knowing nod 'Yep, yep sure had' trying to be convincing, as the idea had not even crossed my mind.

At this Marie then did add, whilst looking at the screen as Robert walked towards Molly 'Although, it has been sometime since Robert has come to visit Jean, I think I may need to come a stay at yours soon, I do miss having a good length every now and then'.

'Yes, yes, do come round this Saturday. Are you thinking of coming alone or with Jim' she enquired, whilst I watched as Robert climbed on the bed, knelt in between Molly's legs and leaned over her, resting on his arms as he began to peck kiss her on the lips, neck and tiny tits. 'On my own I think' she replied in a sultry voice.

Bob stood to the side of the bed, leaning forward with his cock in his hand 'Would you like to touch my cock Molly?' She instinctively reached out her left hand and grabbed the shaft of his cock and began to rub her hand along it. Even though Bob was not well endowed, I couldn't help but notice that her hand looked very small wrapped around his erection.

Robert stopped licking her erect nipples and sat up onto his knees positioned between her legs, he also holding his cock in his hand.

'I hear you have had sex before Molly, is that right? Was that willie as big as this one' asked Robert, waving his manhood about.

She looked down at his length and said a sentence that shook me to the core 'Steve's prick is just like yours I think and I can now get it all inside me' she said enthusiastically.

So that was it then, Steve was the mystery person who had taken her virginity. That bastard, not only had Steve been fucking my wife for god knows how long, he has been fucking my daughter as well.

I wasn't sure how I felt at this. Was I disgusted or was I pleased? I was too mind-fucked to come up with a decision.

Marie, who had earlier hinted that she thought I had taken Molly's virginity and gave me a look of pity when I suggested she was still a virgin piped up 'Don't be too troubled Jonathan, now you know she enjoys older men, you can become one of her lovers, if you want to of course?'

Jean looked at me and started to say 'Oh I thought?.' but Marie interjected by pulling Jeans arm and sternly shaking her head. Jean ended by saying 'oh'.

I truly felt pathetic in the presence of all these sexually active people, which included my daughter and I was contemplating leaving the room and returning to the coach as I was of no real use here. But I couldn't. Despite hearing those words from Molly; despite feeling abject hatred towards that bastard Steve; I wanted to see my nine-year-old girl take on that seven inch plus cock.

'Does Steve use any jelly on his willie before he puts it into you Molly' asked Robert.

'Jelly? no' giggled Molly, not comprehending his question.

Robert reached behind him, picked up a tube of KY Jelly and began to squirt some over his cock. 'Not real jelly, silly. Sex jelly. Men put it over their willies' so it can slip into you nice and easy. Does Steve not use it?' he enquired.

There was a spark of realisation on Molly's face 'Oh I know, does it taste of lollipops?' she enquired.

'Not this one, this is plain jelly, but you can get flavoured jelly, I think it's Cherry that tastes of lollipops. Is that what Steve uses?' said Robert as he began to guide his cock towards her tight cunny.

Molly was watching his cock, whilst still holding onto Bob's although he was now trying to guide it towards her mouth, which Molly was looking to accept but she was still talking.

'No Steve doesn't use any jelly when we do sex. But my cousin Emily says she uses a lollipop flavour jelly when her uncle does sex with her. And a banana one.' Molly then turned her head to the left and casually put Bob's cock into her mouth and began to lick it with her small, pink tongue. Clearly something else Steve had shown her how to handle. Watching my daughter, with her strawberry blonde hair up in a pony tail, wrapping her lips around a grown man's cock was a very sexy sight to behold.

Bob edged a little closer onto the bed, allowing more of his manhood to be consumed by my daughter; however his joy was cut short as Molly gave a heavy gasp and a short squeal as Robert began to enter her. She removed Bob's cock from her mouth in order to look down at Robert's manhood now having partially split her pussy lips apart.

'There we go, that's fitted in really nicely. How does that feel?' asked Robert, having entered about two inches of him into her. He took hold of Molly's legs raising them by the calves, exposing more of her cunny to him as he very gently began to wiggle his hips left and right.

She paused before saying 'It feels big'. I looked to see if there was any discomfort in her eyes or face but there wasn't any, just a look of a girl who wants to get on with it. She put Bob's cock back into her mouth and took a good suck upon it. My own cock twitched at the image in front of me.

'Well make sure you let me know if it gets too much' said Robert as he studiously moved his cock from side to side, I guess he was trying to open her up a little more before slipping in extra inches. Molly just grunted a 'uh-uh'.

'Oh Marie, make sure you get the camera right on Molly's sweet little fanny. I do hope she can take Robert. He will be able to give her the time of her life if he can get it in'. Jean was getting very excited at the thought of her husband being able to put a pound of man flesh into my daughters cunt and was transfixed on the 3rd camera screen that Marie had now zoomed in from behind, being able to see Roberts backside and ball sack, as well as some of Molly's parted, but not overly stretched cunny.

Robert was a constant chatterbox, stating how lovely Molly was, how she has the tightest pussy he has ever entered and other such nonsense. He also took to wetting his thumb and rubbing it gently over her fat clit, causing Molly to close her eyes with a stifled, cock filled mouth moan.

Jim was flitting around like an annoying fly, trying to get different angles on the action and whilst focussing on her face with Bob's cock almost all the way in her mouth he asked her to open her eyes and look at the camera, which she did but only for a split second before grunting again and turning immediately to look at her pussy. Robert had slipped some more of his length into her, she now had about four or five inches of his erection inside her.

'Is that nice Molly?' queried Robert.

Molly gave a few gasps before saying 'it's really big'. I doubted she could take anymore, although again there was no sign of anguish on her face just a look of determination.

Robert asked if she was ok or was it too much but she just carried on looking down and said 'but it's ok'.

Poor old Bob kept having his blow job interrupted by the actions of Roberts cock entering Molly but he again persevered and guided his manhood towards her face, to which she casually resumed her sucking. However she was not allowed to do much as Robert began to slow fuck her with the length he had managed to enter into her. With her legs raised up an inch or so from the bed, it was the perfect height for Robert to just gently move his hips back and forwards, calmly fucking Molly's tight nine-year-old cunt.

This time she kept Bob's cock in her mouth but she was not sucking as her mouth was open to gasp in air and her eyes were closed at the sensation of having Robert's meat beginning to plough a gentle furrow into her cunny.

'Oh god, I need to have something now' called out Jean beside me. 'Jonathan please would you mind fucking my brains out whilst my husband does your daughter?' At this Jean put her hands up her skirt and pulled her green, lacy knickers down past her knees, leaned over the desk in front of me, lifted up her skirt and exposed her quite trim, tidy ass and blood filled cunt lips for me to see. 'Please Jonathan, I need your cock. Now!'

I was frozen. Staring at this grown woman's cunt in front of me. It dawned on me that I had not had sex with any woman in two, no three years and I was stricken with a feeling of what if I'm not good enough, what if I ejaculate before I even enter her. I didn't move. I kept staring at her box, whilst listening to the slurping and moaning sounds coming from the other room as Robert and Bob were having their way with my young girl.

Jean had gotten fed up waiting and had inserted three fingers into her wet cunny, all three slipping in very easily as she commenced fucking herself whilst watching her husband's cock entering a child. The next thing I knew was Marie was behind me starting to undo my jeans belt 'Jonathan I think you need a fuck and you are not going to get a better offer than this' as she began to undo my jeans. I didn't resist. I did want this. I did want to feel the warmth of a hot, wet cunt around my cock and balls. I wanted to have that sensation of slipping my erection into a woman's most private parts.

Having extracted my erect, sticky, cum covered cock, Marie practically guided me into Jeans twat and both women gave their own cry of triumph as I gave a grunt of realisation. I was now about to fuck a woman. The thought of which ignited an urge in me that I had not had for years, if ever. I commenced fucking this most giving of ladies.

I noticed Marie had set up the Ipad to the left of us so that it was watching and recording me entering her friend. Watching my small, hard length slide backwards and forwards into this sweet, velvety, hot, wet wanton cunt was the only thing on my mind. I was not bothered about Molly now. She was having her own fun, this was about me.

Jean was giving me encouragement and guidance whilst I fucked her 'Just a bit faster' or 'Grab my ass cheeks hard, Jonathan'. I dutifully did as I was told and got into a nice stride, not taking my eyes off of my cock as it entered and retracted from this woman's cunt.

There was a grunt from both a male and a child at which I heard Marie say 'I think she's taken him Jean'. Jean, who had her face down whilst taking me into her, then looked up out the window then at the screen, as did I.

From the backwards camera, zoomed in, it did appear that Robert was embedded into Molly to the hilt. As we watched he began to lean over her, adopting the missionary position but holding his weight above her on his elbows, in the 'plank' position. Poor old Bob was totally disregarded now as Molly, with her long legs now widely spread so as to take the bodily width of Robert, had now began one of her passionate, soul drinking kisses, leaving Bob to stand at the side and hand wank his own cock.

Molly was breathing heavy and had placed her hands either side of Roberts ribs, holding on as he slowly began to slide in and out of her. I commenced matching my rhythm to his.

'Is that ok Molly?' I could just about hear him say.

She never replied, but the fact that she continued to face swallow him whilst low moaning gave him encouragement as he increased his stride a little. All three of us in the viewing room watched in awe as the camera's, one at the back and one at the side clearly showed Roberts full length enter and then retract from inside Molly's cunt.

'Oh, fuck her Robert, fuck her' called out Jean, as she began to thrust herself back on to me.

His rhythm had started with a full length, slow entry into her and he would then hold that position for a second or two before slowly withdrawing from her quim. He did this for about five minutes. I tried to do the same to Jean but she was having none of it 'No, Jonathan, you fuck me nice and hard' as she pushed herself back towards my cock, raising herself up on the desk.

Molly's breathing was also adopting a rhythm, with each of Roberts thrusts making her give a little gasp. She had now placed both of her hands down over the waist/top of ass of Robert and when he would withdraw, she would begin to pull him back towards her. She wanted it faster. Robert began to oblige, gently but effectively increasing his rhythm.

The cameras were picking up the full length slipping in and out of her, with his cock looking shiny from both the gel and her juices. As he began to commence fucking her properly, with no delays between thrusts, Molly's breathing became heavy and as each thrust ended deep into her she would give a grunt of delight.

Robert was nibbling on her neck, whilst whispering sweet nothings into her ears, telling her what a wonderful female she was and how she is the sexiest girl he has ever known. I bet he says that to all the girls, I thought to myself. But at that time, watching him enter my sweet, daughter's cunt with his rather large cock, I was jealous. I wanted to be him. And then I realised. It will be me. Molly will be staying over at mine tonight and visiting once a month for many years to come. I will have the delights of fucking that wondrous cunny for myself. This made my fucking of Jean become more passionate and made me pleasantly surprised as I had not cum or even felt like I was about to explode into her. I was happily giving this woman the best fuck I had ever given a woman. To Jean it was probably an OK fuck, considering what her husband has to offer, but to me it was the longest I had lasted, ever.

'God she is amazing' I heard Marie say. Upon glancing up you could see Molly had now wrapped both of her legs, still with her trainers on, around Roberts' waist, whilst at the same time she was pulling herself closer into his chest with both of her hands and arms placed over his back. With the 'plank' position Robert was in, Molly looked to be effectively hanging off of him, like a baby monkey does with its mother. Only her upper back was in touch with the bed, the rest of her body she was giving up to the pleasures Robert was giving her.

Jim was trying to film her face and asked her to open her eyes for him. She did try, but when she did her eyes were almost rolling in her head as she commenced a higher pitch of moaning. Her face was one of utter, complete pleasure. Robert was taking her to levels she had never been. And she was fucking loving it.

With each thrust of Robert into her it would cause her body to nudge up the bed, but he would just move himself to match her position. It was tremendously horny watching this young schoolgirl, with her face buried into the nape of Roberts's neck and her body wrapped around him so as to allow free entry for his cock, and it was having the desired effect on most within sight of it.

Jean reached down between her legs and began to rub some fingers over her clit. 'Oh fuck I need to cum, keep fucking me Jonathan. Do not stop' she ordered. I then felt Marie tap me on the arm and when I glanced at her she put her thumb into her mouth and then indicated Jeans asshole. She mouthed 'She loves it'.

Quickly cottoning on I soaked my thumb both with saliva and some of her dribbling cunt juices and then gently, although it was clearly not a virginal hole, slipped the full length of my thumb into her asshole.

'Yes, fuck, yes. Oh you dirty bastard. Thank you' as she commenced harder fucking my cock and thumb.

There was an increasing higher pitch of moaning and breathing coming from the bedroom and when I looked up Molly had raised her head up and started to give a long 'unnnnh' sound, whilst involuntarily humping her hips onto Roberts cock. She was cumming and I was totally transfixed on it, causing my rhythmic fucking of Jean to slow, but she needed no more as she commenced a loud, swearing, grunting orgasm herself.

This was the first time in my life a woman had climaxed on my cock. I had only ever brought Annabel off with fingers and/or a vibrator. I had never lasted long enough to cause her to cum on my cock. I accepted that Jean's orgasm was based mostly on watching her husband fuck my daughter, but I didn't mind. It was my cock that she was climaxing on now.

And having seen my daughter climax upon Roberts cock, I studiously watched as she was now beginning to calm her sounds and movements down and unwrap herself from Roberts body, almost collapsing onto the bed.

Bob was vigorously wanking his cock and as Molly lay back down on the bed, he approached her face and asked 'Molly can I cum on your face?', it was stifled plea, rather than a request.

Molly was still in a state of heightened ecstasy so she just turned her head towards him and opened her mouth, again a move she had practiced before. Bob approached her face and began to wank faster whilst calling out praise to as many gods as he could.

Robert had extracted himself from Molly's cunny allowing her to close her legs, and as he edged his body and knees up alongside her stomach he also commenced wanking his cock adding 'I'm gonna shoot my spunk over your gorgeous body'. She was a little more receptive to Robert as she said 'ok'.

Jean was now coming round and raised her head to watch the scene as Bob, Robert and now Jim, who, still with camera in one hand, was stood at the opposite side of the bed with his cock out, wanking it towards Molly's hair.

'Did you cum Jonathan?' enquired Jean of me. No I replied.

'Well we must change that' as she pushed me backwards with her body, withdrew her cunny from around my cock, turned around, dropped to her knees and took me into her hot, wet mouth. I gasped in surprise at the speed she took my cock into her mouth and commenced giving me the best blowjob of my life. I would not be lasting long.

Bob came first, shooting his first loads across the face of Molly but then guiding himself into her mouth as she, with closed eyes began to suckle on his cock, drawing out his still shooting spunk. He, raising his head to the ceiling and again praised the lord for all things wonderful.

Before she had finished sucking Bob's cock Robert called out 'oh fuck' as he shot his first load out over her bee sting tits. Molly removed Bob from her mouth and raised herself onto her elbows, just as Robert edged closer to her. As she took his big girth into her mouth, he took hold of her pony tail and guided her head backwards & forwards as he finished unloading into her mouth: I exploded into the mouth of Jean at this scene.

Expletives were pouring out of me as I face fucked Jean, emptying my seed into her throat. She was not perturbed and continued to suckle on my manhood. I was seeing white noise behind my eyelids as I achieved another first in my life, cumming via a blowjob. Annabel would never suck me off, so I very rarely got my erection into her mouth, but Jean was clearly not troubled by hot spunk filling her gob as she continued to milk me dry, causing me to continue to call out 'fucks' and 'Jesus' as the final dregs were drawn from my toes up into her mouth.

As she finally removed me from her mouth and I came to my senses, I opened my eyes to see Molly now finishing off Jim's cock, with more spunk covering her chest and chin. As she finished consuming Jim, he held the camera up for her to provide a very satisfied, smiling, spunk faced pose for the camera. I hoped to get a copy of that image for my own use.

After a few moments of sexual stupor, all the men began to congratulate Molly on a job well done, with Jim showing her some images on his handheld camera which she was mightily impressed with.

Marie began to switch off the cameras via the laptops and quickly entered the bedroom with a towel, extracting Molly from the men, who were still groping and fondling her ass and tiny tits.

'Let her be now gentlemen, I have to get her washed and ready to head home' at which she wiped the spunk from Molly's face and then took her into the bathroom, which was a room off to the left.

Jean wiped her mouth with a towel and also entered the bedroom, embracing her husband in a kiss and a grope of his semi-flaccid cock. She was explaining to him what assistance I had provided to her whilst the show was taking place, at which a naked man with his cock covered in the juices of my daughter then came into the small room and he shook my hand congratulating me on a) having a stunning daughter and b) making his wife cum, which meant he would have a bit of respite.

Obviously I played down my role, but he was appreciative none the less.

A period of discussion amongst the group then ensued regarding the day's events, but very quickly Molly was out and dressed, with a huge smile on her face. The 'Perverts Group' which I now counted myself a member of were making their way home from here and were not re-joining the coach, so after giving Marie my email address and saying some goodbyes we made our way to the coach.

Colin was still the coach driver and upon getting aboard he handed Molly a chocolate milkshake saying 'I think you deserve this'. She gave him a peck on the cheek and asked 'When will we be able to do this again?'

Colin looked directly at me and replied 'Well that's up to your Dad and Marie to arrange'

Molly turned to me and enthusiastically said 'Oh can I do it again please Daddy'.

I ushered Molly further along the coach whilst adding 'Well let's just get home first and then see what happens ok?' Although my real thoughts were, let's get you home so I can have some of that tight, nine-year-old pussy for myself, never mind Colin and the others.

The coach was practically empty with just over an hour's travel before we reached Doncaster terminal.

We sat on the back seat, me with the hopeful thoughts of maybe taking advantage of Molly's offerings before we got home, however, we sat in silence for a few moments whilst she finished her drink and I was struggling to find words to start the conversation.

What do you say to your daughter after such an event? Golly you were a good fuck? Or what was your favourite part?

Molly broke the silence 'Daddy, are you angry with me?' she asked in a pitiful, concerned voice.

I pondered as to whether I was, deciding 'No. Why would I be angry with you?'

She sucked on the final dregs of the shake before stating 'Well, you now know that Steve has done sex with me and he said you would be really angry if you found out'

At mention of his name my anger did rise, especially as he had clearly held discussions with her over what would happen should I catch him, but I maintained my calm as I said 'Sweetie, no I am not angry at you at all. I was concerned as to how you knew so much about sex and was shocked to hear that Steve was your?' I swallowed hard before forcing the word 'lover, but I know how much you like Steve and I think he would never mistreat you. So no I am not angry.' I was telling a bit of a white lie, but I tried to turn the conversation towards some answers I wanted.

'But, Molly, if you don't mind, just so I can understand how this all happened. Would you be willing to tell me about how you and Steve became lovers, how it all started?'

Molly then commenced talking to me as though she was telling me about her day at school.

'Well the first time anything happened that I can remember, although Steve says he did kiss my bottom before this but I don't remember that. Do you remember when Nana Sheldon was taken into hospital at Christmas time that once?'.

I nodded, recalling the day after Boxing Day when Annabel's mother went into hospital for the final time, although it was some months before she finally passed away. It was an early evening call but both me and Annabel had been drinking wine, putting us both over the limit, but she convinced me to drive her to the hospital, stating that if I lose my licence I would be able to still get to work on the bus, whereas she wouldn't. Before leaving she called Steve, who at that time I just knew as a very helpful neighbour and he allowed Molly, who was still up, to stay at his for the night.

'Well, he let me watch a rude film. Where a girl gets looked after by a man after her mom dies and he then does sex with her. Afterwards he asked if I wanted to sleep in his bed as the spare room was cold. When we were in his bed he put his hand inside my pyjamas and touched my pussy and I liked it. He let me touch his willie that night too.'

I was at once angered but also stimulated. Steve had taken advantage of our situation by molesting my daughter but clearly Molly was happy with this.

'How old were you then Molly? Six?' I enquired.

'Uh-uh'.

We let Molly stay at Steve's at least once a week for about two months owing to having to stay overnight at a hotel when visiting Nana Sheldon as she lived several hours away.

'And did he do something to you every time you stayed?'

'Uh-uh. We would sleep naked in his bed at night and he would touch me, kiss me and lick me with his tongue and I would touch his willie with my mouth. Steve is really good at making my pussy feel hot and I wanted him to put his willie inside me like they do on the videos, but he said I had to wait'.

I pondered. The first film she spoke about sounded like Lolita, but there are no penetration shots in that film.

'Did you watch other films with Steve then?' I enquired.

'Uh-uh. He has lots of rude films with really nice ladies doing sex with men with big willies and I want to do that when I grow up. It looks so much fun.' Molly was adamant at becoming a porn star.

Molly began to snuggle against me, the day's events beginning to catch up with her and tiredness was creeping in.

'And when did you first do sex together Mol?'

After yawning she revealed 'On my eighth birthday. After Steve had picked me up from your house we went to his mom's house. She was away on holiday and we did it in his old bedroom. It hurt, a lot, but now I like it' she replied in a sleepy voice.

'Does Mommy know anything about this?' I enquired.

At this question she sat up again 'No. And you mustn't tell her. Please don't. Steve say's if Mommy found out then he would have to leave and I would never see him again'. She was clearly troubled by this prospect.

'No, don't worry. I have no plans of telling Mommy. But how do you and Steve do sex without Mommy knowing?'

Molly just reeled off the following 'I love Saturdays when Mommy has to work because after I hear Steve and Mom having sex. Mom is really noisy by the way, especially when Steve puts his prick into Mommy's bottom. She really likes it when he does that and she gets all noisy and sweary'.

'Have you see that happen?' I asked, slightly exasperated at her knowledge.

'No. Steve told me about when I asked why she says such naughty words. I want to do it but Steve says I have to wait. It's my birthday soon and I'm hoping we can do it then' she replied. Fucking hell, she really does want to be a porn star.

I had flashbacks then to the first time I found out that Annabel and Steve were fucking. I came home early one afternoon unexpectedly and upon approaching the kitchen I could hear Annabel grunting and panting. Upon entering I found her bent over one of the kitchen chairs with Steve fucking her. She was very noisy, more so than I had ever heard her with me and as I moved closer, Steve saw me but instead of stopping or panicking at being caught he raised his right hand and stuck two fingers up to me, not in the 'fuck off' sense. He was telling me he would be another two minutes. My pathetic-ness took over and I stood and waited whilst he finished. It was then I noticed he was ploughing into Annabel's ass and she was going fucking wild with passion from it. She did not notice me until Steve unloaded into her. At which he said he was going to take a shower whilst me and Annabel spoke. The cheeky fuck then went and used my en-suite!

I did nothing.

And rather than Annabel being embarrassed or shocked at being caught by me whilst she was fucking another man, she instead had a go at me for coming home unannounced and being a pervert for watching two people have sex. I thought that was the lowest point that my miasma could get, until I allowed three men to fuck and molest my daughter in front of me.

Molly continued 'After Mommy would go to work, I would then get into Steve's bed and we would do sex. Last Saturday we did it three times before Mommy came home. My pussy was very sore the next day. It hurt to pee. Other times Steve picks me up from school and we do it in his car before going home, Miss Sharples nearly caught us one time doing it in the school car park but she didn't say anything'.

I had heard enough now. It was clear Molly was fully happy being fucked, by whomever and I felt that it was only right I had a piece of this action.

As Molly settled back down next to me, with her head on my lap. I placed my hand initially in the small of her back and then gently slid it down her dress, over her ass cheek. I don't think she had got her knickers back, so I knew I was only inches from getting my fingers onto her soft, puffy cunny lips.

I began to drawer up her dress a little, exposing the top of her leg and as I manoeuvred the fingers of my left hand to just under the hem of her dress, practically millimetres from her snatch she reached out and grabbed my hand.

'Daddy no! You mustn't.' she cried out.

My immediate reaction was 'Why not'.

'Steve says that if real Daddy's or Mommy's have sex or touch their own children and their blood or DNA gets mixed up it can make their children ill or die. And also their babies will be horribly deformed when they are born, you mustn't touch me Daddy. Please say will you never do that again?' She implored me to comply.

I sat flummoxed. How do I contradict what she has been told? Incest is banned because of the potential complications between close DNA of family members. On that she is right, but how do I explain to her how I would not get her pregnant or that Steve is exaggerating somewhat. I was never going to win that battle. He had her under his total control.

'Sorry, Molly. I will not touch you there again. I won't touch you at all' I said in a totally despondent voice.

In the darkness I couldn't see her face as she lay back down and she couldn't see mine. Which was good because after she had fallen asleep in my lap I sat and silently wept.

That bastard had totally screwed my life. He had taken my wife, my marriage, my daughters virginity and had even taken away any chance of having a piece of the golden pie he was getting from Molly.

In the darkness the tears rolled down my face at the realisation of the mess my life was in, but, as is always the case with me, something gives a spark of hope. I am now part of the 'Perverts Club' and would soon have access to their website and be able to watch the video of my daughter being fucked as well as many others.

This slim piece of hope raised my spirits and stopped the tears from flowing.

I now cannot wait for that email from Marie to arrive.

As the coach continued towards home I savoured the fact that I had the prospect of watching Molly getting totally fucked when and where I wanted.

Surely that cannot be taken away from me?

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