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   EDWARD'S CHILDREN By Edward Cunningham
   Story Code: MF Mg Mf fgg bg Fb ped / pedo inc hetero oral anal ws
   Chapter 5 TUTI'S PERIODS AND PERSONAL HYGIENE
   Getting home a little after 5, I was met by a beaming smile and the big
wide brown eyes of my twelve year old lover.  I am not sure whether she was
just bored or really happy to see me.  Either way I gave her a kiss and
picking her up, she wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around
my neck.  I walked us over to the sofa and sat us down.  She was wearing
the usual washed-out T-shirt, which stretched across her legs and rode up
her thighs as I sat us down her on my lap facing me, her legs bent kneeling
either side of mine.
   Looking at her crotch, I recognised the knickers.  They were the ones
full of holes that she had been wearing the first time I had gotten a view
of her vee.  There's something very erotic about shabby limp knickers with
holes in and where there are no holes the material is so washed out it as
almost translucent.  We chatted about nothing, she telling me about some
friends she's made at one of her mother's cleaning venues and about her
dolly.  I stroked her hair as we talked, occasionally leaning forward to
peck her lips, interrupting her chatter.  She was lovely, so full of life,
so innocent, so bright, so pretty.  Her eyes are so brown that their almost
black and the white of her eyes are pure white and her eyes are so big.
   Her lips are full, not full like African but a classic beauty type full.
I couldn't resist pecking at them feeling the softness.  Her tits pushed
straight forward, perfect cones easily able to lift the material of her
shirt.  "Is your mommy still working on Saturday mornings?" I asked.  "Yes
sir," she replied.
   "Will you come to my bed after she leaves for work in the morning?" I
said with a smile.  She smiled back and nodded.  I wrapped my arms around
her and drew her too me sliding my hand inside the back of her panties to
feel the warm, smooth, soft skin of her perfectly formed globes.  I
wondered whether there was any age at which a female is more beautiful than
that first moment when their bodies emerge from the cocoon to be
butterflies.  She was twelve and a fully formed female with little hips,
small globe buttocks and conical tits.  I suppose it could be argued that
another year or maybe even two might enhance her beauty.  Kissing her
again, I told her "I must go now sweetheart, you come to my bed and wake me
in the morning.  OK?" "OK," she said.
   I left her to join the lads in the bar.  I sat with George and a few
others planning our weekend golf and sorting the world out generally. 
George seemed a little sad.  I wondered whether Sarah had been giving him
grief.  Perhaps he suspected she was having an affair; perhaps he suspected
it was me.  Under any other circumstances, I would have felt guilty, in
fact I would not be doing it, but I felt no sympathy for him.  He knew he
was homosexual and it was selfish of him to marry a heterosexual woman
without telling her that he might have difficulty meeting her needs.  Or
that if he did shag her he'd be picturing Brad Pit whilst he was doing it.
I felt sorry for him that he was afflicted with a condition that plainly he
didn't want but I felt sorrier for Sarah.  We shared a few drinks before
going home.
   Next morning I was awakened by a little hand shaking my shoulder.  My
little angel had come as agreed.  Big broad smile and wide eyed, she was
wearing the same shabby 'T' shirt as last night.  Her tits proudly pushing
the front forward.  I wondered whether she was short of clothes or too idle
to change.  I pulled back the covers inviting her in and exposing my naked
body to her.  I noticed her eyes run down my body on halt at my morning
glory.  Hands either side of her shirt she whipped it off over her head,
her tits bouncing as they were pulled up and dropped down they bobbed back
into the horizontal.  Hands down she stepped out of her knickers.  The same
shabby holy knickers she's been wearing the previous afternoon.  I put a
note on the list in my head to speak to her about personal hygiene and buy
her some clothes.  It didn't, however, detract from her beauty, with her
beaming smile and big brown eyes she could have worn a paper bag and she
would have still looked lovely.
   She climbed in and slid alongside me snuggling her head into my chest. I
smelt her hair.  Total 100% little girl smell, unadulterated with perfumes,
scents, shampoos or anything else.  Her own individual body odour, pure
innocent little girl scent.  I took her face in my hands and drew her lips
to mine and kissed her.
   "Good morning my little angel!" I said.  She smiled and kissed me back.
We lay there pecking each others lips, I stared into her eyes, clear
sparkling eyes.  Pecking her lips is slipped my tongue between them just
the tip between her lips and she brought the tip of her tongue forward to
meet mine.  I stroked her beautiful tits, savouring the softness.  Lowering
myself down the bed I drew level with her tits and took her right tit into
my mouth.  She kissed my head and stroked my hair as I sucked her tit.
   The feeling of that soft cone on my mouth is indescribable, my tongue
exploring all of it, the tip feeling the texture of her areola and nipple,
pushing her nipple back into her flesh with my tongue.  I could play with
her tits for ever and be totally satisfied.  I switched to her left tit
just in case I might make her sore by sucking too long on one tit.  I
slipped my hand down and round her bottom and explored the soft round
globes of a twelve year old woman.  Feeling the increase in heat as my hand
passed over the crack of her arse, my dick throbbing at the thought of
things to come.  As the sheets, moved air would waft up from beneath them
and I could smell her sex.  A much stronger smell than in the past.  A
strong ripe mature little girl smell.
   Was I turning her on.  Was she getting wet.  Had she been playing with
herself waiting for her mom to leave.  Had she masturbated last evening
after I'd left her and left the little girl juice unwashed to ferment. 
Bringing a hand to the front I softly stroked the downy fur on her twelve
year old pubis before pressing my middle finger into her slit feeling her
warm wet place.  She gasped and my digit made contact with her clit.  My
head almost covered by the sheets as I sucked her tit, her sex smell now
filled the covered air, a full bodied musty smell.  I slid my finger into
her hole and slowly finger fucked her, feeling her sticky and gooey. 
Withdrawing my finger I brought it to my nose.  Wooooooo it was vintage,
mature, fermented, distilled twelve year old.  I concluded that this little
twelve year old had not been washing herself as I had instructed.  Bringing
myself up to eye level.  I kissed her.
   "Tuti, does it feel nice when I rub your coochie?" I asked.  "Yes, it
feels nice Mr.  Edward," she said.  "Do you sometimes make yourself feel
good by rubbing your little coochie with your fingers?," I asked her.  She
dropped her head and bit her bottom lip in embarrassment.  Lifting her head
I smiled at her, "Ssweetheart, it's alright if you rub yourself, I just
need to know if you are doing it properly" I said.  "When was the last time
you rubbed yourself?" I asked.  "Yesterday," she said.  "When yesterday?"
"After you left," she said, "when I was on your knee before you left, I
felt all tingly between my legs so after you left I rubbed myself." "Good
girl," I told her.  "Show me what you do to make yourself feel good."
   Taking her hand, I brought it under the covers and placing it on her
mound, my hand on top of hers I rubbed her hand up and down her slit.  I
felt her middle finger dip under mine as she sunk it into her slit. 
Rolling onto her back, her eyes closed, she massaged herself.  Laying on my
right side I lifted my head on my elbow, I could see the impression of her
hand under the sheets, rubbing her slit, it looked like she was circling
her clit with her fingers .  She was making little mewing noises.
   "Lift your legs at the knee and open them baby, it'll feel better," I
told her whilst placing a hand under her knee to help.  As she lifted her
knees the sheet drew down exposing her tits.  Her eyes still closed, her
hand still working on her pussy, she still mewing as pleasure flooded her
body.  Slowly, so as not to shock her, I slid the sheets back exposing her,
her legs splayed open, her hand palm down on her pubic mound, her middle
finger curled up into the little twelve year old love hole.
   The sight of her beautiful slim cream coloured body, her conical tits
pointing straight up at the ceiling, the deep brown colour of her areola,
her slender arm stretched down and her delicate hand extended.  I watched
as her middle finger alternated between circling her clit and dipping down
into her hole.  She wanted her clit rubbed and her hole filed at one time
and was doing her best to achieve that with one finger.  I stroked her hair
and pecked her forehead.  Breathing rapidly, she raised her left hand onto
her left tit and massaged it.  Her mewing turned to moans as her finger
fucking increased in speed.  Her hips bucking to meet her finger as she
finger fucked herself slapping her clit with her palm on the down stroke,
she squeezed her nipple and let out a little scream as she climaxed.
   I covered her screaming lips with mine muffling her scream as I plunged
my tongue into her mouth.  Covering her hand with mine I felt the heat and
the sticky wetness as her orgasm subsided and he hand stopped moving. 
Raising my head I hovered over her looking into her eyes waiting for them
to open, I stroked her hair.  Slowly her lids flickered as she came down to
earth and her eyes opened to see me smiling at her.
   "That was beautiful, Tuti!  I am so proud of you, you are my angel," I
said.  She smiled back.  Now the difficult part, I thought, I had to remind
myself that there was a eight year old brain in that twelve year old head .
. . .  "Tuti" I said softly, "when did you last take a bath or a shower?" I
asked.  She shrugged her shoulders in a gesture of she didn't know. 
"Yesterday afternoon, after you rubbed your yourself, did you wash your
coochie afterwards?" She shook her head biting her bottom lip.  I kissed
her softly and stroked her hair.  "Tuti, you must wash your body at least
once a day," I told her.  "You should take a shower each morning," I told
her.
   "The shower is cold," she replied.  The maids' quarters is only served
with cold water, her eight year old brain didn't have the discipline to
endure the cold water necessary to wash away her adult woman smells.
   "Tuti, you're a big girl now and big girls have big girl smells," I told
her, taking her finger fucking hand I raised it to her nose, "Smell your
hand," I told her.  Her eyes closed and her nose puckered as she expressed
her distaste at the smell.  "I love you Tuti and because I love you, to me
you smell like a rose," I told her as I raised her hand to my nose and
breathed in deeply before kissing her juice soaked fingers.  "Other people,
who don't love you like I do will just think you're a smelly little girl
and not just that those people and your mother will recognise that smell as
coming from your coochie and will know you have been rubbing yourself so
you must be sure to wash yourself.  You can use my bath anytime when your
mum isn't here and you can soak yourself in as much hot water as you like.
Will you do that for me?" I asked smiling at her.  She smiled back and
nodded.  "Good girl," I said.  "Now you go and get into the bath whilst I
make us a drink of tea."
   I watched her naked body walk to the bathroom, the perfect shape of her
arse and wondered how I would find a way of introducing her to anal sex.  I
put the kettle on and returned to the bathroom.  The bath filling with
water, Tuti was leaning over the side running her hand in the water to test
the temperature, her back to me, her but cheeks parted slightly giving me
partially view to a dark interior.
   I held her hand supporting her as she stepped into the water and sat
down.  I knelt at the side of the bath a rubbed soap onto her back before
handing her toe soap.  I slowly washed her back whilst watching her soap
her tits.  Her legs together, her pussy formed that perfect 'V' shape. 
Leaning forward, to kiss her she turned her head and closed her eyes as our
lips met.  I climbed in and sat behind her, my legs either side of her, my
dick steel hard, throbbing up against her back.  Soaping my hand I reached
under the water to was her pussy, the soap and her juices to forming a
super slick mixture, I finger fucked her slowly pushing the warm soapy
water inside her to wash out her tube.  She was unaware of being washed and
laid back, eyes closed, enjoying the pleasure.  Cupping her mound I pulled
her up on my body raising her little muff out of the water and taking the
soap I formed a lather on her pubic fuzz.
   Reaching underneath I pushed the soapy suds beneath her to clean her
bottom.  Bringing my legs together I brought my legs between hers and
raising my knees I brought her bottom out of the water.  I rubbed the bar
of soap over her pubis in down beneath her butt cheeks making it clear that
this was a washing / cleaning operation rather than a way of finding sexual
pleasure.  And, of course it being a cleaning operation, putting the soap
aside I reached under her to find her anus with my middle finger.  I washed
her bottom with my palm bringing pressure on her sphincter each time my
digit passed over it.  A little more pressure each time before finally
inserting the tip of my digit inside causing her body to jerk back on me.
   Resting there, the tip of my finger just inside her rectum, "We must
make you nice and clean," I told her eight year old brain as I pushed
slowly inside her bottom.  I felt her sphincter tighten as I entered up to
the second knuckle.  Slowly withdrawing my finger, her sphincter forcibly
pushing the last half inch out I washed her bottom with my palm.  "There's
my nice clean baby," I told her as I turned her head to kiss her lips.  I
climbed out of the bath and brought back two towels.  Taking her hand I
raised her from the bath and wrapping one towel over her shoulders I
stroked her body dry with the other.  Sitting her on the toilet, I knelt
down and dried her legs down to her feet and her toes.  Her feet were tiny,
topped with even tinier toes.  Raising her leg I kissed each toe
individually.  She giggled.
   Standing up in front of her I looked down at her face looking up at me,
her white teeth exposed through her broad smile, the whites of her eyes
looking so white set against her almost black eyes.  My dick horizontal, at
eye level, steel hard, throbbing, pushing blood into the engorged purple
head.  I stroked her hair and down her cheeks.  I watched as her eyes
became aware of the angry man meat pointing at her face.  Her eyes darted
backwards and forwards from my dick to my eyes.  I leant forward, "Kiss him
for me Tuti." I pleaded.  Leaning forward she puckered her lips and planted
a kiss on the end of my dick, her lips smearing in my pre-cum.  Pulling
back she looked up and smiled for approval.
   "That's a good girl, baby, but he wants a big kiss," I told her.  She
leant forward and her lips parted she allowed the head to rest between her
lips whilst her tongue tickled around it.  I laid my hands lightly on the
back of her head with just the slightest pressure, just enough to let her
know that I wanted to go in deeper.  She circled the head of my dick with
her tongue whilst I stroked her soft hair.
   "Suck it like a lollipop Tuti!" I begged.  "Try to get as much in your
mouth as you can and as far back as it will go." She took hold of the shaft
with her hand as she moved down my shaft with her mouth, holding my dick in
there whilst licking it with her tongue.  "Bob you head up and down, so
that it slides in and out baby, there's a good girl," I instructed. 
Finally she got it right, she was moving her head up and down on my dick
sucking and licking as best she could.  Moving my hips in time with her
ministrations I slowly fucked her mouth.  The sight and sounds of a virgin
twelve year old mouth eagerly sucking, wanting to please, her tits bouncing
as my dick hit the back of her throat.
   Taking her hand from my shaft I placed them on my balls, "Stroke me here
please Tuti!" I begged.  She stroked my balls and brought her other hand to
hold the shaft, possibly to prevent me shoving to deep into her mouth.  I
watched at the suction caused her cheeks to implode as I pulled back and
them inflate as I pushed forward.  I could feel the sperm bubbling in my
nuts.  "Tuti, I'm going to come soon, when my love juice comes out you must
suck harder and swallow quickly, OK?" I instructed.  Thrusting forward to
the back of her throat my dick exploded its contents at her tonsils,
swallowing as quickly as she could, she coughed and gagged as bolt after
bolt, followed filing her mouth and overflowing out.  Sperm dripping down
her chin and onto her tits.  My orgasm subsiding I slowed to a stop.  She
continued sucking my deflating dick, sperm still running down her chin onto
her tits and down her belly.  Magnificent, I thought, a sight to behold. 
Allowing my dick to drop from her mouth I lowered my head to kiss her
forehead.
   "That was fantastic, Tuti!" I told her.  "Thank you so much it felt
soooooo good." She smiled.  I reached for the face cloth on the sink and
with as much tenderness and decorum as I could manage I wiped the sponk
from her face and body before kneeling in front of her as I would to my god
and just looked at her in awe at what she had to give.  Kissing her again,
"You jump into bed I said whilst I make that tea," I said.
   I came back with two cups of tea and the calendar.  Tuti, was sat up
waiting, tits pointing at me like two brown headlights.  Climbing in
alongside her, I wrapped my arm around her she resting her head on my
chest. "Tuti, sweetheart, when did you have your last period?" I asked. 
She shrugged her shoulders.  "Was it a long time ago?" I asked.  She
shrugged her shoulders again.  "Do you know what a period is?" I asked. 
"No, Mr Edward," she answered.  I explained - "Once a month, blood comes
out of your coochie and you may get pains in your tummy, that's called a
period." "Oh, sorry Mr Edward, I didn't know the English word, mommy only
told me the Indonesian word."
   "What did your mommy tell you Tuti?" I enquired.  "She told me that it
happened when I changed to be big girl and when it happens I should put
some toilet paper inside my panties," she told me.  "OK, that's fine Tuti,
in English it's called a 'period' and whilst I am teaching you some English
words you should know that when you rub your coochie to make yourself feel
good, that's called masturbate," I informed her.  She repeated - "p e r i o
d; m a s t u r b a t e." "So when did you have your last period?" I asked.
"I can't remember," she replied.
   Fucking a twelve year old with the intellect of a eight year old has
some advantages but also some disadvantages, I thought.  "OK, never mind,"
I said.  "Next time, when your period starts I want you to mark a little
'x' on the date on this calendar and when it starts, then mark an 'x' on
the day it finishes.  Can you do that?" I asked her.  Putting her finger in
her mouth she looked at the calendar.  She flicked the pages of the
calendar looking to make sense of it.
   "I'm not sure I know how to find what day it is Mr Edward," she replied.
I spent the next half hour trying to teach her how to find the right day on
the calendar before concluding that I couldn't rely on her to get it right.
   "OK, never mind Tuti," I told her, "next time you start your period, try
to find a way to come to me and secretly tell me."
   "OK" she said, with a big smile as she wrapped her arms around me and
snuggling her head into my chest.  She snuggled into my chest, her naked
tits squashed against me.  I smelt her hair.  Her hair unwashed, her
natural body odour was now mixed with the smell of freshly bathed body. 
Getting its second wind, my dick started to harden and was soon making a
tent in the bed sheets.  I slid a hand down her back and softly caressed
her newly washed bottom, feeling the warmth between the crack in the
globes. We just sat there enjoying the comfort of each others body.  My
cock now at full strength gave the occasional twitch to relieve the sexual
tension in the shaft.  She giggled.  "What's funny sweetheart," I asked. 
"Your thing is jumping," she said.  "That's because he's trying call to
you," I said.  "He can't speak so he's jumping up and down saying he wants
to be hugged." She tentatively slid a hand down and ran the tips of her
fingers along the sheet covering my shaft.  "Ooooo that feels nice Tuti," I
said."
   My dick pointing up my chest, she gently ran the flat of her fingers
along the top of the shaft, the top being the underside.  It tickled and
tingled causing my dick to jump even more.  "See, he's jumping in
excitement," I told her, "he wants a squeeze." Lifting the sheet high I
exposed my dick to her, pre-cum oozing out of the slit.  In a little
squeaky voice mimicking a child I pretended to be my dick talking to her,
"Tuti, please love me, I need a hug and a kiss.  See he's talking to you,"
I joked.
   She slid her hand forward and circling my bare hot meat she squeezed
several times, pumping the shaft.  We watch the results of her pumping as
pre-cum squeezed out of the head.  She then lowered her head and planted a
kiss on the tip, painting her lips with pre-cum.  "That feels really nice
baby," I said.  She brought her head back up to snuggle into my chest
whilst she rubbed my cock . . . . .bliss.  I reached down behind her, under
her bottom but I just couldn't reach her honey pot.
   Bringing some pressure on her bottom I pushed indicating I wanted her to
straddle me and taking the hint she pushed her leg over me.  I took hold of
her arms and pushed her up so that she was then sat up on my thighs, her
legs kneeling either side of me.  I was sat up, propped up by pillows and
she was sat kneeling in front of me my dick laying erect on my stomach her
hand wrapped around it.  I smiled at her and she smiled back.  "Tuti, you
now how much I love you don't you," I asked.  She nodded.  "Do you love me
a little bit?" I asked.  She through herself forward, her arms wrapping
around my head, her lips on mine kissing me.
   Puling back she directed her big brown eyes right into mine and said,
"Mr.  Edward, I love you so much, nobody has ever been as kind to me, I
want to be with you always, I get scared sometimes when I think that my
mommy might take me away from here."
   "Tuti, you must promise me that anytime you get frightened by anything
you must come to me and tell me, OK." With a big smile she nodded and
leaning forward kissed me again, this time slipping her tongue between my
lips.  She was kneeling up whilst she kissed me and I slid my hand under
her crotch lightly fingering her vulva, feeling the lips of her 'sticky
out' labia lips extending beneath her.  Her love juices flowing made the
labia lips super smooth and slick.  My dick was pulsing at the thought of
gliding between them.  Grabbing my shaft I brought the head into place and
the tips just reached her lips, just enough to feel the warmth and
slickness as I wiped it back and forth across them.  She knew what was
coming.  Breaking off her kiss she looked down between our bodies to see
the head of my dick tickling her lips.  She knelt up and positioned her
hole over my engorged helmet.
   Taking a hand either side of her slit she pulled herself apart to make
entry as easy as possible and exposing her pink interior, her little clit
poking out from under it's hood.  I held my shat as she lowered herself
onto me.  The shaft bending as the head tried to squeeze into her VERY
tight hole.  Then, suddenly the head squeezed past the entrance and for a
moment it felt like she was going to impale herself down to the hilt in one
go before she stopped herself a couple of inches in.  Gradually she worked
up and down until the head of my dick hit her cervix.  Her eyes closed, her
head thrown back, her hands on my shoulders, she worked herself up and down
my dick, her tight holes full, every single sexual nerve ending in contact
with my man meat.  She was now the epitome of sexual pleasure.  The
juncture between innocent ignorance and innocent gratification, she'd
tasted the fruit and she liked it, she liked it and she knew how to eat it
with relish.
   Feeling myself building up to a climax, I stopped her on the down
stroke. She opened her eyes in question.  Smiling at her I said, "Wait a
minute, I want to make it last as long as possible." She smiled back and
then looked down at her pussy, only my pubic hair in view with my dick
buried in her up to the hilt.  Her pussy slit was parted from the top down
forming an inverted V over me dick, her labia lips either side of my shaft
like a saddle.  Her juices had soaked my pubic hair causing them to
glisten. As we sat there my dick throbbed uncontrollably as it attempted to
relive the sexual tension.  She gave a little smile and twitch of her head
as she bit her lips feeling the throbbing head swell inside her.  I was a
little worried at the thought that some semen might be leaking into her. 
She was, of course, is blissful ignorance of that possibility and
consequences, I could have filled her with a bucket full of sponk and she
wouldn't have questioned it.
   Unable to control herself she slowly started to gyrate.  Her gyrations
soon turned to grinding.  I gave up and joined in the fuck, lifting her so
that the lip of the head of my dick came just into view before bringing her
down hard, my shaft rocketing up into her hole pushing her cervix up into
her chest and bringing her clit down with a bank onto my pubic bone.  She
moaned loudly as a fought desperately to hang in there as long as I could.
Crashing her clit down onto my pubis she finally went over the edge with a
scream.  With a strength that came from somewhere else I physically lifted
her into the air and off my throbbing member as sponk shot in every
direction.
   "Noooooooooo," she cried, "put it back!" Disregarding my own needs, I
threw her onto the bed and dived into her hungrily eating her steaming
pussy, my tongue extending to painful lengths into her wet juicy depths. 
Her hips gyrated on my tongue as she fought to hang onto the pleasure
trying to make it last forever.  Gradually her movement stopped as her
orgasm subsided.  I pulled away and looked back at the scene of the crime.
She looked asleep, her eyes closed her head to one side breathing quietly,
her arms by her side, her legs bent at the knees and slip widely, her pussy
steaming wet, her love hole still open.  Oh how I would have loved to be
watching my sperm running out of her hole.  I left her to rest whilst I
took a shower.  When I came back she was curled up, under the sheets,
sleeping.  I left her whilst I prepared my stuff for an afternoons golf.  I
woke her with a kiss the forehead and saw that she was in the shower before
I left to play golf.
   I had lunch at the club, eating outside on the veranda overlooking the
pool.  I watched the kids, including Amy and her friend Jemma, playing in
the pool.  Jemma was the daughter of a French couple.  I knew the parents,
I'd played golf with Francois, but they weren't a part of our immediate
social group.  Jemma was the same age as Amy, they went to the same school.
Jemma, was slim, long black hair and like all southern Europeans well
tanned.  Both Jemma and Amy were wearing bikinis, Jemma occasionally
exposing patches of white skin that had escaped the sun.  Amy suit was
white which made her skin look deceptively tanned which is was not as her
parents always, wisely, ensured she was screened with total block from head
to toe.
   I played golf with George.  I didn't see Sarah.  George told me that
Sarah wasn't playing and that Amy was going to some school friend's
birthday party.  Had the usual après-play drinks in the bar before gong to
dinner with a group from the club.  Sarah was there but quiet.  Sunday I
spent quietly with a few drinks round our poolside BBQ with a few of the
neighbours.
   On Monday morning I staggered out of bed to the kitchen for my first cup
of the day.  Suja and Tuti were at the sink.  I got a big smile from Tuti
as we exchanged good mornings.  "Mr Edward, can I speak with you?" Suja
asked.  Oh fuck, I thought, as bells started ringing, does she know
something.  I sat us down at the dining table leaving Tuti in the kitchen.
   "Mr.  Edward, I have been offered a full time job, living in with a
family in Ambelang (a residential district about 10 miles from us)," she
told me, "I haven't told them about Tuti because they usually say no when I
tell them I have a child, I wondered if I could take the job and leave Tuti
here until I have been there for a while and they like me enough so that
when I tell them about Tuti they will let her stay with me.  I promise that
if Mrs.  Pam comes back I will take Tuti from here and you know Tuti will
be no trouble.  I would pay you some money for her food," she said.
   "Suja," I replied, "Don't you worry about a thing, I am happy to help
you, I like Tuti, she makes me smile, if Tuti is happy with the
arrangement, you take the job and leave Tuti here, I don't want any money
from you, I will feed her for doing my housework, I'll look after her
she'll be fine here," I said as I contemplated the possibilities of a
twelve year old all to myself with anyone prying.  With a little tear in
her eye she said, "Oh thank you Mr Edward, you're so kind to us," and she
kissed my cheek.
   At work I contemplated the possibilities of Tuti living with me.  The
first thing that I had to work out was how to get her on the pill.  I could
send her to the doctors but could her eight year old brain handle some
cocked up story to the doctor.  Maybe I could go to one and somehow get
them.  Could I buy them over the internet.  Pam used to be on the pill
years ago before we stopped having sex.  I wondered if I could just ring up
for a repeat prescription.  I decided to try that, it would either sail
through or not, if it didn't I'd need a plan B.  I made the call,
blundering my way through with the receptionist as I didn't know the name
of the pills but everything went through.  Later that day I got a call from
Sarah.  She apologised if she's appeared distant over the weekend, she
explained that her and George were having a difficult time and she wondered
whether he might suspect that she had someone else, for no other reason
than she was becoming more and more distant with him, finding in
increasingly difficult to bear his company.  I listened with a sympathetic
ear, trying to be non committal.  I liked Sara a lot, she had a lot of
great qualities but I didn't want to incline her in any particular
direction.  I asked her about getting together during the week and she'd
call me.
   I dropped by the doctors at 5pm and no problems, a prescription was
waiting for 'Yasmin (Drospirenone and Ethinyl Estradiol).  I picked them up
from the chemist and got 3 months supply!!
   On Wednesday I got a call from Sarah who told me that George wasn't
going away that week.  She spent sometime 'crying on my shoulder' about her
relationship with George and how it was making her depressed.  I wondered
whether she was hoping I'd make her an offer that she could stay with me if
she left him - I didn't.
   Suja had left me a note saying that she was starting her new job on
Monday and would be moving out on Sunday.  Again thinking ahead, I wondered
about what Tuti would do all day.  With her mother here, her week was
covered going from one cleaning job to the next.  Not massively stimulating
but a lot better than sitting in my flat all day watching cartoons.  For
some time I'd thought about getting her some education.  I wasn't convinced
that she had a mental age of eight.  Certainly she wasn't as bright and
mature as one would expect from a twelve year old.  Sometimes she acted
like a eight year old and then sometimes she do things which a eight year
old couldn't manage.  For example she could get herself about on buses and
taxis and she could clean and iron.  In modern terms, she had 'special
needs' but how one quantified how 'special' her needs were, I didn't know.
   There were no 'special schools' that I knew of so I made an appointment
with the headmistress of a local school for 4pm that Friday for some
advice. The school was just 10 minutes walk from my flat, it was a private
school and catered for the lower end of the market, middle class
Indonesians who wanted a 'western' education for their kids and expats who
couldn't afford the more expensive private schools.  I didn't know the
lady, the school was near my flat and so I just thought I'd ask her advice.
   I saw Suja and Tuti on Friday morning.  I told her that I would help her
with her things and drive her to her new employer on Sunday.  She called
Tuti over, "Tuti," she said," I have told Mr Edward about my new job and he
has told me you can stay here with him, you must be a very good girl for Mr
Edward, stay out of his way and be very quiet and do whatever he tells you
to do, OK?" Tuti smiled, her finger in her mouth, she nodded.  "Good girl,"
she told her, patting her bottom in a 'go and play' gesture.  I assured
Suja that Tuti would be in good hands and I left them to go to the office.
   Friday at 4pm I saw Mrs Suhapa in her office at the Jakarta
International Junior School.  I explained to her that "my wife and I" were
looking after an Indonesian girl who was the daughter of a previous maid,
who had found work elsewhere, leaving us with her daughter (i.e.  I
portrayed us as the good Samaritans who had been left a burden).  I
explained that she was twelve but was said, by her mother, to have learning
difficulties.  And, that she had never been to school and had had not
formal education.  I told her I was looking for and education environment
where she would be stimulated and perhaps learn to read and write.  She
asked me about her language skills.  I told her that Indonesian was her
native language but that she spoke excellent English having been in an
English speaking environment all her life.  I told her that was a cheerful
well behaved child.  She told me she'd give it some thought and asked for
my phone number.
   Saturday morning I woke to some strange sounds.  I lay there trying to
work out what the sound was and concluded it was water.  I looked at the
clock, it was 8am.  Listening quietly I tried to focus on the direction. 
It was coming from my en-suite bathroom.  The door was closed.  I staggered
out of bed to the bathroom and pushed on the door which opened to the sight
of Tuti soaking in my bath tub washing her dolly, her white teeth beaming
at me through her smile.  What a good girl, I thought, she's taken on board
our talk from last week, making sure she's clean for me.
   Leaning over the tub I kissed her, "Good morning, beautiful, " I said,
"Who's the cleanest girl in Indonesia?" "Meeeee!" she sang in reply. 
Lifting her wrinkled body from the bath I wrapped her in a towel.  "Uncle
Eddie," she asked, "Am I really going to be living here with just you and
me?" Kneeling in front of her, "You are my angel," I replied, "I'm going to
make you into a little princess." She bounced up and down on the spot in
glee.  "Do you want to stay here with me?" I asked stupidly.  Wrapping her
arms around my neck and hugging me, the towel dropped to the floor, "Oh
yes!" she said "I'm so excited!  I like living with you!  I'll be very
good. I promise."
   Wrapping my arms around her I pulled my head into her chest, she wrapped
her arms around my head and burying her lips in my hair kissed me over and
over.  Picking the towel up I dried her and feather-light body, I carried
her to the bed before burying my head between her legs and gorging myself
on fresh-washed twelve year old pussy.  Her freshly produced little girl
juice flowing from her hole and ran down my chin.  Knowing she was pristine
clean I allowed myself the pleasure of pushing the tip of my tongue into
her tight puckered rose bud.  Of course it would go in but it was nice
trying.  I wondered what she thought of the sensation.  I wanted to get her
used to anal play in preparation for the day when I would sodomise her.  By
the time she'd reached orgasm, she'd juiced enough stuff to produce a wet
batch beneath her.  That was not a problem for me, I would gladly have a
bought a new mattress every week for the pleasure she gave me.  When she'd
finished I left her to make us a cup of tea.
   On my return she was sitting at the side of the bed.  "Are you going
somewhere?" I asked her.  "I was just going to the toilet," she replied.
   Kneeling in front of her, I moved between her legs and lightly rubbed
her labia lips, "Can I watch?" I asked.  She giggled, "OK."
   I walked her to the bathroom.  "Stand on the seat and squat down," I
instructed.  With a foot on the seat either side of the bowl she squatted
down, bringing her bottom down to foot level, the action causing her lips
to part exposing the pink interior.  Her labia lips were hanging beneath.
With one hand on my shoulder for support she used the other hand to open
her cunt as wide as she could, the action causing it's shape to distort as
one side was pulled open.  She kept her head down to watch where the flow
was going and make any last minute adjustments.  The flow started with a
splatter then a hiss as her water gathered itself together in a stream and
piss poured out with force.  I breathed in, smelling the odour of little
girl piss rising up.  Looking up at her I saw her looking at me smiling
knowing she was pleasing me.  As the flow subsided to a dribble she let go
of her slit allowing the remaining drops to find their own way out.  I
reached forward and inserted a finger into her slit rubbing the last drops
of urine into her making a mixture of urine and juice.  I wanted to rub my
tongue into the mixture to experience to flavour but the awkwardness of the
position made it difficult.  Lifting her in my arms I carried her to the
bed where we sat and drank our tea.
   She chatted away about how excited she was about living without her
mother.  I wondered whether she could cook for herself if I wasn't in.  She
kept hugging me and kissing me, telling me how much she loved me.  I was
also excited.  I wasn't quite sure what problems it might bring but what
the hell, it was an opportunity not to be missed.  I would have this
beautiful body at my leisure to play with anytime I liked and to explore
any possibility.  It was like being given the keys to the sweet shop. 
Exploring the possibilities in my head had caused my dick to rise and it
was now throbbing and eventually caught her attention.
   "You're thingy's talking to me again," she giggled and without any
prompting crawled down to take hold of the shaft and kissed the head a few
times before opening her mouth and sucking it in.  She manoeuvred into a
comfortable position which placed her on her knees bent forwards, her head
on my dick her bottom towards me.  I stroked her back as I watched her head
bob up and down on top of her ached back bone that came down to her bottom,
each cheek resting on top of each of her feet, the pressure of her weight
on her feet causing her crack to open giving me clear and close sight of
her anus on top of her little hole which was framed by her extended labia
lips.
   Bringing my hand down I inserted my forefinger into her hole and slowly
finger fucked her, my knuckles fisting her clit on the downward stroke.  I
watched her little brown rose bud sphincter tightly closed like it knew
what I was thinking and was intent upon repelling all invasions.  Raising
myself sufficient to get two hands to her I put one either side of her
vulva and opened her as greedily fed my senses with the obscene sight of
her sex spread so wide her hole opened giving me sight of her inner depths.
I desperately tried to break my spine in order to get my head far enough
forward to feed on her sex.
   Giving up I lay back resting as she tried her best to become and
accomplished cock sucker.  Unfortunately in the position we were in, and
with her twelve year old mouth being so small and her twelve year old teeth
being so sharp it was becoming more pain than pleasure.  Pulling her up off
me I climbed of the bed and sat her on the edge.  Bringing my dick back to
her mouth I said, "You just suck baby, and lick with your tongue." And,
with my hand behind her head I fucked her mouth, bottoming out only when
she gagged.  Her eyes closed and her tits bobbing I fucked her eager throat
until my balls started to rise.
   "Here it comes baby!" I said.  "Try to swallow quickly." I sensed a note
of panic as she started sucking furiously whilst trying to fill her lungs
as much as possible in case she found herself in difficulty breathing.  To
try and help, I timed the first shot of sponk on the out stroke.  I watched
her throat swallowing but as I pushed forward there was just too much sponk
to swallow and it squelched out of the corners of her mouth and down her
chin.  Her eyes screwed tightly closed she winced as I pumped her mouth
with more sponk.
   As the torrent subsided her facial contortions returned to normal and
she opened her eyes to look up for approval.  My dick was still in her
mouth, her big brown eyes looking up, and she was trying to smile at me.  I
stroked her hair and said, "That was fabulous sweetheart, I love you so
much." My sponk ran down her chin and hung off the edge dangling as two
inch long snotty lines.  Pulling from her mouth I held the shaft of my dick
and ran the head across her lips.  She put out the tip of her tongue to
catch on the eye of my helmet each time it passed.  Before looking up and
smiling broadly at me.  Totally spent I bent forward to kiss her forehead.
   Taking her hand I led her to the bathroom, sat her on the toilet and
taking the face cloth, I washed her face with as much care and tenderness
as I could show.  "Here Tuti," I said handing her my toothbrush and
toothpaste, you clean your teeth and I'll make us some breakfast.  I put on
a pair of shorts and went to the kitchen.
   Minutes later she joined me wearing her 'T' shirt.  We sat at the
dinning table eating some breakfast and chatting.  After breakfast I busied
myself sorting my golf stuff out whilst she played with her doll and
watched TV.  She sat cross legged on the sofa, her dolly on her lap,
totally oblivious to her naked pussy being openly exposed.  Each time I
passed my eyes were drawn to her little coochie winking at me.  Kneeling in
front of her I said "Tomorrow, I'll be driving your mommy to her new job.
How would you like it if took you shopping after we drop her off and buy
you some new clothes?" "Yes please!" she exclaimed with glee.  "How much do
you love me?" I asked.  She wrapped her arms around my head and planted a
heavy pressure kiss on my lips.  Such a lovely girl.  I left her to her
devices and her soon to arrive mother whilst I went to play my golf.
   I met up with George, Sarah and Amy after lunch.  I greeted George and
Sarah, Sarah squeezing my hand as we kissed cheeks.  My eyes were on the
little seven year old.  It felt like a long time since I'd had that little
but wriggling on my dick.  Amy was dressed in a little pink 'Barbie doll'
top, blue shorts, sky blue socks and sandals all topped with a little blue
sun hat.  "Hi, uncle Eddie!" she shouted before running off and jumping
into a cart next to her friend Jemma.  Jemma looked really sultry in a
loose flowing yellow dress with little flowers on it.  The colour a perfect
match for her nicely tanned skin.  It was difficult to be certain but she
looked like she had the faintest hint of a nipple showing a hint of bloom.
   "Which is our cart?" I asked George.  "That one over there," he said,
pointing to the cart which Amy and Jemma were sat in.  I carried my clubs
over to the cart and tied them on the back.  "Uncle Eddie, can Jemma come
with us?" Amy asked.  "You'll have to ask your daddy, " I said.  "Oh, he'll
just say no," she said.  "Please can Jemma come?" "What does Jemma have to
say?" I asked.  "Please, can I come Mr Eddie?" said Jemma in her very sexy
French accent.  As we debated the issue Jemma's mom, Nicole, came over. 
"Nicole, can Jemma come out in the golf cart with us?" shouted Amy.  "You
are both coming with me," she replied.  She explained to me that Amy was
having a 'sleep-over' with Jemma that evening and that she had agreed to
take the girls shopping.  Much to my chagrin, she dragged the girls out of
the carts kicking and screaming.
   I played some great golf, no doubt due to the lack of distraction and
after the game we settled at the bar.  Sarah had played golf and was also
in the bar with her buddies all of whom seemed be getting well oiled.  One
of the group was having a birthday party BBQ so we all gathered at their
place.  Sarah was pissed when we got there and was becoming a little
indiscreet.  Luckily I was reasonably sober and was able to deal discreetly
with her.  Sliding up behind me, she whispered in my ear "Meet me at the
back of the garden and fuck me!" and she slid her hands under and between
my legs to squeeze my balls.  Luckily everybody else was pissed so nobody
noticed (I hoped).
   It wasn't long before the little brain in my dick started to dominate
the sensible brain in my head.  She caught my eye and motioned me to follow
her.  She walked to the back of their garden and through a gap in the fence
into their neighbours garden.  Sarah wasted no time shoving her tongue down
the back of my throat as she unbuckled my pants and got my dick out. 
Without letting go of my shaft she spun round, yanked her dress over her
panty-less arse, grabbed a tree and fed my dick up her very wet hole.  She
then grabbed her mouth with her fee hand to muffle her screams as I rammed
my steel man meat up inside her, fast and hard, we both coming in less than
a dozen strokes.  I unloaded the contents of my balls as deep into her as I
could get before re-trousering my dick.  I kissed her cheek and told her to
give me five minutes, before leaving her to sort herself out.  I resumed my
place back at the BBQ less than 10 minutes after I'd left.  I watched her
return about 5 minutes later, I hoped that she'd had sufficient sense to
make sure sponk wasn't running down her legs.  As the night progressed it
appeared we'd got away with it.  From time to time we made eye contact and
she winked at me.
   Next morning, I got up late and to a busy household as Suja and Tuti
were sorting their things out.  I sat by the pool reading.  I popped back
to the flat from time to time and they seemed to be busy, God knows with
what as their whole life's possessions would fit into two suitcases.  I
gave Suja the car keys and told her load her stuff when she was ready. 
About 2pm she called me.  I got a quick shower and changed before driving
them to Ambelang.  Tuti was wearing her usual washed-out rags.  I presumed
she had some 'Sunday' clothes and would be wearing them.  I had promised to
take her shopping but I couldn't walk around shopping malls with her
dressed like a street urchin.  Apart from the clothes she was bare footed.
   When we got to Suja's new employers place, Suja wanted me to unload all
her stuff and leave it on the sidewalk.  I told her that Tuti and I would
help her.  Looking a little embarrassed she said that she didn't want her
new employers to see Tuti as they might conclude that she had a child.  She
said something to Tuti in Indonesian and Tuti lowered herself in the car so
that she couldn't be seen.  So, we left her there at the gate.  When I got
to the bottom of the road I stopped so that Tuti could sit next to me in
the front.  She jabbered away in excitement.  She looked so tiny sat in the
front seat with her seat belt on.  Her legs weren't long enough for her
knees to bend over the edge so they stuck out straight forward.  Her shoddy
knickers just showing under her shirt.  I parked us in the underground car
park at the shopping mall.
   "Tuti," I said, "I can't take you into the mall dressed like you are, I
will go inside and quickly buy you a dress and come straight back, you wait
here for me, lock the doors and don't let anybody in," I told her.  Looking
a little disappointed, she nodded.  Running into the first shop I could
find that sold children's clothing I grabbed a pale green slip over type
dress which looked like her size.
   Getting back to the car I could see her little head rubber necking as
her eyes searched for sight of my return.  Seeing me, her face lit up. 
Taking out the dress I stripped it of price tags etc., before handing it to
her and telling her to put it on.  She pulled of her shirt which fully
exposing her grey washed out panties before slipping the dress over her
head.  Stepping out of the car she spun round for my inspection.  "What do
you think?" I said.  "It's lovely," she said wrapping her arms round me and
hugging me.  "Good let's go in together and get you some more clothes," I
told her.
   I found a store which looked like it had all that we wanted and I found
a young saleslady in the shoe department.  I told her to take Tuti and come
back with three or four dresses that were smart, comfortable and easy to
wash, ten pair of white cotton panties and a pair of sandals.  I sat and
waited for them.  Half an hour later they both returned with the goods. 
Tuti was skipping.  She was so excited she bounced up and down.  The
saleslady showed me the choices and they looked appropriate.  I gave her my
bank card and the deal was done.  I wasn't sure whether twelve year old
girls wore socks so before we left I picked up a couple of pair and I
picked up a couple of large white 'T' shirts for her to use as casual wear
around the flat and to sleep in.  On the way out I bought us an ice cream
each.  The picture on her face said it all, she didn't have to speak, I
could see from the look on her face and the way she moved that she was as
happy as a child on Christmas day; she beamed with delight; she couldn't
walk to saved her life she had only two modes, skipping and running.
   Back at the flat, I'd planned a nice meal for us and a quiet evening,
our first evening together.  "You go and jump in the bath sweetheart,
before we try on your new clothes," I told her.  She skipped off.  I got
myself a beer before joining her.  She was sat, naked in the water when I
got there, the tub still filling.  I leaned over and kissed her lips.  She
wrapped her arms around my head and kissed back.
   "Thank you so much Mr Edward, you're so kind to me, I love you so much,"
she said.  "I like to make you happy Tuti, because I love you so much," I
replied.
   Her mother now gone, I could now pamper her so I filled the bath with
sweet smelling bath salts.  And, the thing I'd wanted to do for so long,
taking the shampoo, I washed and conditioned her hair.  Drying her hair
whilst she sat in the tub, I watched her wash her little coochie, just like
I'd told her to do.  I got a big bath towel and beckoned her out.  She
stood up in the bath, her slim naked body glistening as the soapy water
flowed down it.  Her pert little tits erect, her soft downy fuzz clinging
to drops of water.  Wrapping the towel round her I lifted her from the
water and dried her off.  I sat her on the toilet seat before kneeling in
front of her and lifting her feet, I dried her little toes one by one
before kissing each one of them.  She giggled.  My eyes locked onto her
cunt as I kissed her little toes.  Notwithstanding that she had just washed
and dried it, her slit looked to be already moist with little girl juice. I
brushed her hair, it shone like a black mirror.  She was the picture of
health and beauty.  "Come," I said, "let's try on your new clothes."
   Wearing just the towel, she ran to the lounge and hovered over the bags
of clothes waiting for permission to open them.  "Go ahead," I said, "I
want to see you try everything on." She dropped the towel and unashamedly
naked, she opened the various packages, holding them up and examining the
detail.  I sat admiring her beautiful pussy, so clean, the fuzzy down
hiding nothing, the few sparse hairs showing that puberty had arrived, her
labia lips peeking out, her tits jutting straight forward bouncing as her
excited body skipped around the sofa, her long black hair shinny clean, her
beaming smile, her white teeth, her big black eyes.
   "What shall I try first?" she said.  "Let's see what a clean pair of
knickers looks like, shall we?" I said.  She stepped into a pair of brand
new, snowy white, cotton panties and pulled them up.  Raising her arms and
turning slowly, "What do they look like?" she said.  At the back, her soft
round globe like but cheeks looked like two melons in hammocks, the snug
white cotton framed them beautifully.  At the front, the cotton accentuated
the hills and valleys of her cunt as it moulded itself to her.  As she
stood square on to me, the panties formed a flat line below her cunt i.e.
her legs rose either side and on the inside, at the top, her thighs parted
slightly to produce a 2" horizontal line under her crotch.  It was
difficult to decided whether she looked sexier in the panties that out.
   "What next?" she said.  "Try one of the dresses," I suggested.  She
slipped a blue coloured dress over her head and spun round like a little
model.  "What does it look like?" she again asked.  "It make you look
really pretty," I told her.  "I want to look," she said as she ran off to
the bedroom to look in the mirror.  I picked up the other dresses and
followed her.  I sat on the bed as she dressed and undressed a dozen times
turning and spinning in the mirror.
   I left her to it and changed into shorts and 'T' shirt before I went to
prepare dinner.  I prepared us a nice seafood salad and I had a couple of
nice steaks to follow.  I prepared the table and put the salads out
together with a nice, ice cold, bottle of white wine.  She was still the
bedroom playing with her new clothes.  I called her to come and eat.  She
came wearing one of her new dresses.  "Sit down and eat," I told her.  "I
might get food on my new clothes," she complained.  "Take off your dress
and put on one of the new 'T' shirts," I told her, "it doesn't matter if
you get food on the 'T' shirt."
   She ran off returning seconds later, her sallow skin looking so pretty
against the snow white shirt and panties.  I poured her a glass of wine. 
She took a gulp.  "I've never tasted wine before," she said.  "You should
sip it," I said.  "Don't drink it quickly, like water otherwise you'll make
yourself ill." We enjoyed our meal, chatting together.  Unable to get her
to drink slowly, or for that mater do anything slowly, I kept filing her
glass with a mixture of soda water and wine.  I opened a bottle of red to
go with the steak.  Even with the soda water, It wasn't long before the
wine, added to the excitement of her day had Tuti giggling at silly things.
I was happy, she was relaxed, she was comfortable with me, she was secure,
she was happy.
   I took my wine and sat on the sofa.  She joined me climbing onto my lap,
sitting knees bent either side of my legs and facing me.  Still clutching
her glass and gulping down the wine sodas.  We smiled at each other.  I was
sure she genuinely liked me.  Why would a twelve year old have fond
feelings for a 40 year old?  Because in a culture where, for a thousand
years, men have treated wives, mothers and female children like a servants,
females aren't looking for what westerners perceive as 'love'.  They aren't
looking for a good looking guy to hold hands with and stare goo-goo into
each others eyes.  They don't see age.  They see kindness, strength, power,
security.  A Indonesian man that provides those things and also tries to
make them happy in bed is as rare as rocking horse shit.  Even the most
caring Indonesian male wouldn't understand the concept that he should
satisfy the female, he believes it is her job to satisfy him and bear him
children.  So Tuti, wasn't sat on my lap thinking how gross it was to kiss
an old man and yearning to kiss some teen pop idol, she was thinking how
lucky she was that a man was caring for her and one concerned about her
feelings.  I think she enjoyed the sex we had, I said I think because I was
sure that she was so grateful for my attention to her she'd probably do
anything which she thought would please me.  For that reason I was trying
to feel my way forward with her slowly.
   She jumped off my knee and brought the wine bottle to re-charge my glass
and her own (without the soda water!) before climbing back onto my lap. 
Leaning forward she kissed me.  Stroking her cheek I told her, "Tuti,
you're the prettiest girl in Indonesia," as she giggled.  I ran my hand
down her chest and across her tits.  Her eyes followed my hand.  I looked
between her legs at the crisp clean snowy white panties.  Seeing me looking
she pulled up her shirt and giggled more.  "What are you giggling at?" I
said.  With both hands either side of her waist I tickled her ribs driving
her into uncontrollable laughing.
   "Stop!  Stop!" she said.  "I need to pee!  I'll pee my pants if you
don't stop!" I tickled her some more.  Grabbing her crutch she cried, "No,
no please I'll wet myself!" Letting go she jumped off my lap and ran to the
toilet in a zig zag line bouncing off the wall a couple of times.  The
little girl was a bit tiddley.  She returned, looking a little forlorn,
with her panties in her hand.  "I'm sorry, I had a little accident," she
said.  Taking the panties from her I felt, the dampness.  Opening them up
there was a wet patch in the front.  Holding he over my nose I breathed in
deeply the musty smell of little girl piss.
   "It's only a little bit and it doesn't smell," I said.  "It doesn't
matter, we'll wash them tomorrow." Her face lightened up and she took a
gulp of her wine before climbing back onto my lap.  This time there was not
white cotton to hide her pussy from me and she didn't care.  I slipped a
hand under her pussy and stroked her hole feeling her warmth and wetness of
her soft lips.  "Tuti," I said, "Do you like me?"
   She leaned forward and kissed me passionately.  "I love you so much Mr
Edward, I want to be with you always," she said.  "Do you know what sex is
Tuti?" I asked.  "I'm not sure," she said.  "Sex is when we touch our
coochie and I put my thingy inside your coochie and when we do things that
make us tingly.  All that is called sex," I said.  "I like having sex with
you Tuti because your so pretty and it makes me feel so good," I said. 
"But I don't want to do those things if you don't like them." "No, I like
having sex with you," she said excitedly.  "Do you really like having sex
with me?" I asked, "Or are you just doing it because you want to please
me?"
   She thought for a moment, "I do want to please you Mr Edward, but I also
like it when you stroke me and when you kiss me and when you suck my
titties and when you kiss my coochie.  I also like it when you put your
thingy inside my coochie.  It hurt at first and I didn't like it but it
doesn't hurt any more and I like it," she said.  "Is there anything I do
that you don't like doing?" I asked her.  She looked down coyly.  "I'm
asking you Tuti, because I love you so much and I don't want to do anything
that you don't like." "Sometimes, when you squirt in my mouth," she said,
"I think I'm going to choke." Smiling at her, I took hold of her face and
pull her to my lips and said "You're a good girl Tuti and I want you to
tell me if I do anything you don't like.  Which things that we do, do you
like best?" I asked her.  "I like it when you lick my coochie," she said.
"I like that too and I want to lick it now," I told her, "but before I do,
I think you're old enough to learn some new words.  'Coochie and thingy'
are words for little children, this is called your pussy," I said stroking
her cunt.  "It's called a pussy because it feels soft and furry like a
pussy cat, this is called a dick," I said pointing to my crotch.  "When you
stroke your pussy or rub my dick that's called masturbating or wanking;
when I put my dick in your pussy that's called fucking; the white stuff
that comes out of my dick is called semen, cum or sponk.  And, when we have
sex and we get all tingly inside, that's called an orgasm.  All these words
are secret words and you should never say them to other people or they will
thing you're a bad girl.  We only use these words with each other.  So, for
example you might say something like 'Mr Edward please fuck my pussy,'" I
said laughing at myself thinking how stupid I sounded.  Maybe I'd had too
much to drink.  "What are you laughing at?" she asked.
   "I'm laughing because I'm so happy to be here with you," I said. 
Grabbing her sides I ticked her again and she rolled off me to lay on the
sofa.  He legs spread accidentally or on purpose, I don't know but her
little hole was winking at me, begging to be eaten.  I dropped my head
between her legs onto her mounds and lapped hungrily.  Breathing in the
smell of scented bath salts, urine and love juice.  I lapped hungrily. 
Lifting her but cheeks up of the sofa, not wanting to miss the opportunity
of a freshly washed arse, I bored at her sphincter with my tongue causing
her to squirm at the unusual feeling.  I knew there was no way my tongue
could force its way passed that sphincter but she seemingly didn't as she
squirmed wondering what would happen if she relaxed her arse.  I turned my
attention to her clitoris and sucked it like a little lollipop between my
lips occasionally dipping down to stab my tongue down her hole.  Emboldened
by the wine she had her hands on the back of my head and was pulling me
head into her as she ground her pussy into my face.
   Moaning in ecstasy she ground into me her juices flowing down my chin,
her back arched she screamed as her orgasms took over her body as she
bucked and bucked into my face.  Her climax subsiding I slid up he body to
look into her face.  "Did you like that?" I asked.  "It was lovely," she
said.  "It felt soooo tingly!  I feel a little dizzy, I feel orgasm" Maybe
that's the wine I wondered.  "Do you want to fuck my pussy with your dick?"
she asked smiling.  "I do, very much so," I said.  "But it's so painful for
me." "Why?" she said.  "Because I have to be careful not to get you
pregnant so when my orgasm is making me feel all tingly I have to pull it
out of you, that's why sometime I like to come in your mouth so I can leave
it in," I said.  "Oh, I'm sorry, you can come in my mouth," she said.  "I
don't mind really." "That's so kind of you sweetheart, but I don't want you
to choke, maybe we should find another pace where I can come," I said. 
"Where?" she asked.  "If I could just put the top of my dick inside your
bottom, I could come in there," I suggested, also emboldened by drink.  She
giggled like a naughty schoolgirl.  "OK, she said.
   Kneeling up to slide down my shorts, I looked down on her, her legs
splayed open, her face beaming with broad smile.  I held the shaft of my
turgid dick and wanked it slowly looking at her looking at me.  She reached
forward and gripped my dick.  Climbing between her legs I held myself on
both elbows whilst she steered the end of my knob at her hole.  I wasn't
sure which hole she was presenting me at, I was trying to get some sort of
feeling from the end of my knob as the where it was.  I pushed forward and
up against something which was soft, warm, smooth, slippy and closed.  I
presumed that was her anus.  I pushed forward, as she held the shaft
steady. Her face looked like she was concentrating hard.  My knob slid on
her slick juices and shot up into her vagina.  Pulling out she again
presented the end of my knob at her sphincter.  Again I pushed and again it
slid up into her vagina.  This time she let go of the shaft as my dick shot
right to the back of her cunt.
   "I'm sorry," she said, "it slipped." "Let me fuck your pussy for a while
honey," I said, "and we'll try again." I slid up and down her tight slick
love tube whilst looking into her eyes.  She lay there smiling.  Having
just cum on my tongue, she just lay there enjoying watching the expressions
on my face as the waves of pleasure washed over my body.  "Oh, sweetheart,
that feels so good, " I told her "I want to squirt my sponk inside your
pussy, so much," I said.  "You can, if you want," she said, nodding her
head in affirmation.  "I want to baby," I said "but you might get pregnant
and that wouldn't be nice for you at such a young age." "Put it in my bum
then," she said.  "OK, honey, let's try you sitting on me," I said.
   I sat up and she stood astride me and squat down like she was taking a
shit in the bushes.  I held my shaft whilst she lowered her arse onto my
dick.  My dick bent under her weight as she pushed down as hard as she
could, her face contorted in effort.  "Relax, honey," I said.  "Just
pretend you're on the toilet and try to make a poo poo."
   She concentrated and relaxed her sphincter.  The head of my dick
suddenly slipped in as she cried "Arghhhhh" in pain or shock I'm not quite
sure.  Her sphincter clamped behind the lip of my helmet and squeezed
sooooooooooo tight I could feel the blood trapped in the head of my dick.
Neither of us moved, like two statutes we were motionless, the head of my
dick throbbing inside her anus.  Her face contorted in discomfort as she
tried to ease the situation with moving too much.  I was too frightened to
go deeper and too thrilled to pull out.
   "Are you OK, baby?" I said.  "Yes," she grunted, "Just let me get used
to it." I started moving less that half an inch in and out.  "That feels
soooo nice honey," I said.  "Is it hurting too much?" "No.  it's OK," she
said, the discomfort hopefully deadened somewhat by the wine.  Fucking her
tight little twelve year old arse in little half inch strokes I was in
heaven.  "That's feels sooooo good Tuti, just let me move in a little bit I
promise I will pull out if it hurts you," I said, as I increased the half
inch stroke to full inch strokes.  Her sphincter grabbed my dick like a
little slippy hand wanking me.  The thought of my dick in her rectum was
enough to cream me.  The feeling of her tight but hole was exquisite.  "Oh
yes, oh that's soooo good, keep going baby, Oh yes, Oh yes, yes," I felt
the sponk rising up my dick, "I'm coming, baby, feel me come inside you," I
said.  She responded by jerking up and down in time with me my dick now
penetrating two inches into her as I ejaculated inside her rectum.
   "Ohhhhhh, YES!" I cried as I pumped more of my load into her colonic
tube, her sphincter squeezing the juice from me.  With my mind's eye I
pictured my sponk coating her tube.  The sponk made her slicker with each
load, easing entry for my dick to dive even deeper.  My climax subsiding I
stopped, my dick still embedded in her bottom.  Both of us looked down to
see what was happening.  I had the better view.  Her pussy lips were parted
, her labia lips dangling down.  Beyond them my dick was buried three
inches deep in her rectum.  We watched as the blood drained from my dick
and it began to shrink.  As soon as it lost its rigidity her rectum ejected
it like a fat turd, a little of my sponk following through before her
sphincter snapped shut.  She rolled off me and lay at my side panting.  I
lay next to her and kissed her.
   "That was awesome baby, you made me feel soooo good," I said.  She put
her arm around my head and squeezed.  I got up and dragged myself over to
the kitchen to get us some cold white wine.  When I came back she was bent
double trying to look at her bottom between her legs.  "Let me look," I
said.  She lay back as I lifted her legs back thus raising her bottom.  It
looked red.  "I've got some cream," I said, "let me get it and put some on
your little botty." I went to the bathroom where I had some cream used for
rubbing on aching teeth, it numbed the gums.  When I came back she was
asleep.  I lifted her legs and gently rubbed some cream on her bottom.  She
winced a little as I touched that tender spot.  I pushed a little cream
inside to try and coat the inside of her sphincter before dropping her legs
and letting her rest whilst I had a drink.
   Finishing my drink I watched her, sound asleep, her little chest rising,
not a sound from her, she looked so content, like a little angel.  I was
ready for bed.  I shook her, to wake her but she dead to the world. 
Picking her up, she was a light as a feather, I carried her to the bedroom.
I thought she might appreciate a wee before I put her to bed so I took her
into the bathroom and sat her on the toilet.  She was like a rag doll;
drunk and incapable.  I supported her body whilst I spread her legs. 
"Tuti, Tuti, wake up, you need to wee before you go to bed," I shouted. 
Her head hung forward on her chest comatose.  Pushing her back with one
hand I lightly slapped her face, "Tuti, wake up, you need to wee before you
go to bed," I shouted again.  Nothing, she was out for the count.  I turned
the tap on in the sink, "Tuti, you're on the toilet please do a wee for
Edward," I pleaded.  Sssssssssssss . . .  somehow something kicked into
place as urine splashed forth into the bowl.  She was still sound asleep
but her body must have somehow got the message as she emptied her bladder
of re-processed wine and soda into the pan.  I waited for the flow to turn
to a splatter and then stop to a dribble before picking her up and carrying
her to bed.  I lay her on her side and I put a bowl at the side of the bed
in case she was sick
   I thought it might be a good idea to apply some more cream to her sore
bottom whilst she was unconscious.  Turning her onto her stomach I spread
her legs and parted her but cheeks giving myself good access the her
swollen red anus.  She never flinched, rubbing in cream in didn't register
with her.  I washed my hands and dick before getting into bed beside her,
snuggling her little body spooning it into mine.  Smelling her fresh sweet
innocent body.  She was so soft, her skin so smooth, she smelt so clean. 
My dick hardening I played with the idea of fucking her little pussy for a
while, I knew she wouldn't mind me using her body.  I brought my dick up to
her hole and pushed into her vagina, her limp lifeless body offering no
resistance.  Limp and lifeless she was, but she was still tight.  Pulling
myself back I reached over and switched on the table light so I could watch
my dick slide in and out of her unconscious body.  I watched her perineum
stretch as my juice covered dick slide into her cunt, her little anus on
top looking red and swollen.
   Feeling guilty at the thought, I wondered if her unconsciousness might
have relaxed her sphincter.  I convinced myself that I'd could just try
putting the tip of my dick in just to see whether the resistance was coming
from her head rather than her body.  Pulling from her vagina I presented
the head of my dick at her back door and pushing forward I slid in quite
easily.  Oh fuck this was unreal, my dick was inches deep into her twelve
year old arse.  Fucking her arse slowly I pushed deeper with each movement
until all of my 5" was buried in her colon.  This could be the only time in
my life I was thankful for have a small dick.  Increasing the speed I
fucked her arse, watching my dick slide in and out, relishing the feeling
of sphincter squeezing my shaft, hypnotised by the obscene sight of her
sphincter spread round my dick.  I wanted it to last forever, but I also
wanted to feel my sponk squirt inside her, painting the inside of her
rectum.  And within seconds I did, I emptied my load deep into her bowels.
Pumping deep into her until the last drop entered her.  Finished, I lay
there watching and waiting for my dick to deflate and then watching it plop
out of her bottom followed by a dribble of my sponk, her hole remaining
open for a couple of seconds in a delayed reaction, like it hadn't realised
it was now empty.  I grabbed a tissue and wiped her arse, not wanting any
little semen swimming north.  I waited until I was sure her sphincter was
closed tight, capturing my load inside, before gently rubbing a little more
cream on her abused hole.  And, satisfied and content, I drifted off to a
sound sleep, my little love next to me.
   Next morning I woke to the alarm clock.  My brain, coming into the real
world, went through it's usual chronology of events; where am I - I'm in my
bed, good; there's somebody else here with me, it's Tuti, - yes, that's
right good; I fucked her arse - not good.  As events came back to me a felt
really bad about abusing her.  She looked like a little angel, sound
asleep, total innocence and beauty.  I had abused her beautiful body with
my perverted lust.  Such beauty and innocence abused and defiled.  I felt
really bad.  I hoped she was too drunk to remember.
   I got up, showered, dressed and ready for work.  I brought a glass of
fresh orange juice to her bed-side.  She was still sound asleep.  Kneeling
beside the bed I stroked her cheek and kissed her lips lightly.  She smiled
and raising her hand she stroked my cheek.  Her face grimaced.  "My head
hurts," she said.  I hope that's the only thing that hurts, I thought. 
"Here, sweetheart, drink this juice," I said helping her up to drink. 
Putting her back on the pillow I went and got two head-ache tablets. 
"Here, honey, take these tablets they will help stop your head hurting," I
told her.  Leaning up, "I feel sick," she said.  "Take the tablets honey,
they will help your head, you go back to sleep then and if you need to be
sick I've put a bowl by the side of the bed." She swallowed the tablets
with her juice and opening one eye, looked down at the bowl before
collapsing back on the pillow.
   During the morning, a the office, I got a call from Mrs Suhapa.  She
said that she had discussed Tuti with her staff and they thought the best
way forward was for Tuti to spend a day at the school and her staff would
assess her.  We agreed that Wednesday would be convenient.
   Sarah also called, to relive the events of the previous Saturday, saying
how much she was turned on by doing it in the bushes with a crowd of people
nearby and how for the next hour she was turned on by the feeling the sperm
running down her thighs and she chatted with people at the BBQ.  She waited
until she could feel the sperm past her knees before she went to the loo to
mop it up.  She asked me if I enjoyed it.  I told her I did and had been
wanking on the replays all day Sunday (a lie, I know, but what the hell, it
made her feel good).  She suggested we do it again.  She also had to moan
about George and said she was looking forward to Thursday.  I let that go.
I had wondered about how I would manager her and Tuti now that Tuti was
sleeping in my bed.  I was happy to keep Sarah happy, if that makes sense,
but I didn't want Tuti hurt and I was worried about leaving her on her own.
   I got home that evening to be greeted by Tuti's big beaming smile. 
She'd obviously recovered from her hangover.  She was wearing one of her
new dresses.  "Who's this pretty girl in my flat?" I said teasing her, "I
don't think I recognise her." She punched me in the ribs, and threw her
arms around me, I picked her up and walked her in, she wrapping her legs
around my waist and hugging my head.  "I missed you baby," I said.  "I
missed you too," she told me.  "I've got some news for you," I said.  I sat
us on the sofa and I told her about Mrs.  Suhapa and the school.  Her
reaction was a mixture of excitement and apprehension.  "All the children
will laugh at me because I'm not very clever," she said.  "It's only for
one day," I told her.  "And you remember the name of and kid that laughs at
you and I'll meet them after school and beat them."
   She laughed and snuggled into my chest hugging me.  I made us something
to eat and we snuggled on the sofa together watching TV.  I fought the
temptation to jump her bones and fuck her ragged, contenting myself with
her soft young innocence next to me, her little girl scent rising from her
body to fill my nostrils.  I was also concerned that she might be sore from
the previous evening.  We went to bed about 10pm after an evening of
cuddling and loving kisses.  Snuggled up behind her in bed, my hand on her
tits, her bottom bent backwards into my dick, she must have felt my
hardness pressed into her.  I decided that unless she initiated sex I must
presume she was sore and I'd give her rest.
   Next morning I awoke to find my bed empty; Tuti was in the bathroom.  I
went in there and she was in the bath in a pool of pink water. 
"Sweetheart, are you hurt?" I asked apprehensively.  "No, Mr.  Edward.  I
started my period in the night and I have pains in my stomach," she said.
"Can I do something to help?," I asked.  "No, thank you, I'll be OK." She
said, "What should I do about my new panties?  I don't want to get blood on
them." "Don't worry about that honey," I told her.  "Do you have some
tampax?" "No," she said., "Mommy told me I should put toilet paper inside
my panties but sometimes the blood gets through the paper into the
panties." "You try your best until lunch time and I will come home with
some tampax," I told her.
   I went to make us some tea and when I came back she was out of the bath
wearing her knickers with a huge wad of toilet paper shoved inside them;
there's no way she could sit down like that.  I had to leave her to it and
so I got myself washed, dressed and off to the office.  I came home at
lunch time via the chemist, after buying several boxes of tampons.  I
didn't have a clue about how to install or use them.  Luckily there was
instructions inside the box.  We read the instructions together.  Well, I
read them and she looked at the pictures.  I asked her if she knew how to
put them in.
   "What are they?" she asked.  She didn't even know what they were, never
mind how to use them.  I explained to her what they were used for pointing
to the diagrams on the instructions and how only poor people used toilet
paper.  She seemed a bit bemused.
   "Come," I said, "let's put one in," and I took her hand leading her to
the toilet.  "Take off your panties," I instructed.  She dropped her
panties, holding onto the wad of toilet paper clinging to her cunt.  "Put
that paper down the toilet and sit on the seat," I instructed.  She
complied removing the heavily blood stained paper and throwing it into the
bowl.  Sitting on the toilet I raised her feet onto the front of the seat
and splayed her knees giving me good access to her vagina.  I took a tampon
from the box.  "Now you watch carefully because after this, you're going to
have to do this yourself," I told her.
   I then instructed her as follows, "The larger outer tube holds the
tampon itself - this is the part that is inserted into your hole here,
which is called your vagina, the tampon is inside the tube and this string
should always be at the bottom and outside your vagina, hold the tampon
here," I said, instructing her to take hold of the tampon.  "You feel these
ridges or rings on tube?  Now hold the tampon by these rings, with the
larger, outer tube facing up inside your vagina and the string pointing
down, and with your other hand, open your pussy lips and hole as wide as
you can and push the tube up inside yourself as far back as you can but be
sure not to hurt yourself.  Next, put your finger at the end of the inner
tube containing the tampon and push up the tube making sure the string
stays outside.  Now, holding the tubes pull them out of your vagina leaving
the tampon inside your vagina and the string dangling down, about every
four hours you change it to new one by pulling on the string, you flush the
old one down the toilet."
   Feeling kind of smug with a job well done I knelt back to survey my
work, her soft little pussy, still just a beautiful, now with a string
dangling from it!  "Can't I just use toilet paper?" she asked.
   Taking her face in my hands I kissed her lips.  "Baby, I know this is
knew to you but believe me, this is best, only poor people use toilet
paper, everybody uses these tampons because they are the best.  "What about
when I need to wee?" she said.  "You can wee with the tampon inside, your
wee doesn't touch the tampon because it's deep inside you stopping all that
blood from marking your panties.  You can go to the toilet anytime you want
and you only need to change the tampon when it is full which is about every
four hours except at night and you can use just one for all night." She put
her knickers back on and walked, a little bow legged, back to the lounge. I
pondered on the paradox that I felt like a Samaritan shoving a tube up her
bloody vagina but felt like a pervert for sticking my dick up her arse.  I
made us some lunch and left her to sort out her female problems.
   I got back at about 6 and she was a little subdued.  "What's the matter
sweetheart?" I asked her.  "I got it out but I couldn't get the next one
in," she said, "So I put some toilet paper in my pants." Picking her up, I
kissed her and carried her to the sofa.
   "Tuti, I love you so much, don't let this thing worry you, if you really
don't want to use the tampons, I don't care, I still love you, I'm just
trying to look after you." "OK, show me again," she said.  Again, I had to
remind myself that this twelve your old body had only a eight year old head
to sort out its problems.  I took her to the bathroom and we went through
the same procedure where I demonstrated once again, how these things are
inserted.  We had some dinner.  I restricted her to one glass of wine, much
to her disappointment.  We snuggled together on the sofa watching TV.  I in
my shorts and 'T' shirt.  Her in her new knickers and 'T' shirt.  Sitting
there smelling her hair and feeling her soft skin my dick hardened.  It
hardened because of my lewd thoughts, thoughts I had no intentions of
putting into practice.  My dick was twitching and throbbing with sexual
tension and I was shifting a squirming trying to find a comfortable
position.  She giggled.
   "What's so funny?" I asked.  "Your dick is trying to talk to me," she
said putting a finger on my trousered shaft and shoving it down.  "It's
asking you for a cuddle," I said.  "Does he want to fuck my pussy?" she
asked.  I must teach this girl some new vocabulary, I thought, I'd taken
her directly from baby talk to dirty talk, there must be some middle
ground, I thought.  "He always wants to slide into your warm smooth
slippery pussy honey but we can't do that whilst you are on your period," I
told her.  "Why?" she asked.  "Because It gets really messy and horrible
and you're a pretty, sweet little angel and I don't want to get you all
messy," I told her.  She hugged me burying her head into my chest; I
lovingly stroked her tits over her shirt.  It was hard and I know she would
have done anything I asked but she was like a beautiful piece of porcelain
china and I didn't want to break her.  I contented myself with strokes,
hugs, kisses and cuddles.
   To be continued
   
  
Edward's Children Ch 5