Author: EXPLORER
Title: Edward's Children
Summary: Edward's encounters with the 7 year old daughter of a friend awakens his earliest memories of sexual awareness and triggers his desire to explore sexual relations with pre-teen and pre-school girls.  In the years that followed, he explored his sexuality with many special girls of all ages.
Story codes: MF Mf Mg ped / pedo pre-teen pre-school inc oral anal ws

The story contains explicit, detailed, sexual content.  All acts performed by all characters in the story are consensual or consensual by trick and nobody is harmed or hurt in any way.  Please do not continue if you are offended.


Chapter 9 AMY TELLS ABOUT ROBERT

I was in the shower reflecting on our day and turning around, I was confronted by a naked seven year old with her face up against the window, "Ha, ha!  I can see your willie," she sang.  I covered myself, "You little imp, you're asking for a spanking!" I said and she ran off.

I slipped on a robe and returned to the lounge to find her gulping down a glass of wine.  "Hey, be careful," I warned, "you'll make yourself ill and get some clothes on." She skipped off to her room.  I got myself a drink and stretched out on the sofa.  Returning from her room in my wearing my oversized rugby shirt, she took a running jump at me, launched herself on top of me sitting on my chest, her legs draped either side, her naked pussy twelve inches from my face.  Close enough for me to smell the feint odour of stale little girl piss.  Her soft, white, puffy, lips parted ever so slightly exposing the hint of damp pink interior.  

"Tell me a story," she demanded.  "What kind of story?" I asked.  "Tell me about Amy in the forest with the trolls," she replied.  "No, I'm not telling you any more secret stories," I told her.  "Please, please, please," she cried.  "No, it's not fair," I said to her, "I tell you my secrets and you don't tell me your secrets.  You see my interesting willie and your willie's boring, It's just not fair." "Please, please tell me," she said slurring her speech and hiccupping.  "If I tell you more secret stories what will you give me?" I asked.  She put her finger to her mouth and thought.  "I'll let you touch my willie," she offered.  "That's no good," I told her, "Your willie's boring." She thought again.  "What can I give you then?" she asked.  "Let's start with a kiss while I'm thinking," I said.

Her face beamed a smile as she threw her naked frame forward and with soft sweet innocence she pressed her lips against me as hard as she could. "Wow!" I spluttered through her lips, "not so hard."  I want a tender kiss, like you kiss your boyfriends," I told her.  Looking into my eyes she giggled, "That's how I kiss my boyfriends," she said.  "Well that's NOT like I kiss my girlfriends," I said.  I could see her thinking.  She lowered herself to me again, this time with her lips parted.  I slipped one hand around her back and the other over her silky soft, bare bottom and we kissed tenderly, her open mouth on mine, I allowed the tip of my tongue to trace her sweet lips.  I raised my hand from her back to stroke her face tenderly as we kissed.  It was a moment of beauty, music played, angels sang, my little seven year old lover and I were kissing.  How many years I had yearned to kiss her lips.  To feel her little pink tongue on mine.  She sat up.  I could feel the heat on my chest from her pussy hole.  Was she getting 'hot', I wondered.  "Hmmmm," I sighed, "That was lovely." "Do I get my story now?" she asked.  "It was a lovely kiss but I can't tell you any more secrets until you tell me your secrets," I said.  "What secrets?" she asked.

"I told you, I am Merlin and I saw secrets in your head this morning that's what gave me the headache.  I can either look inside your mind or you can tell me," I said.  She sat thinking. "I saw you had a secret with someone called Robert," I said, "Who's Robert?" 

She gasped bringing her hands up to cover her bright red face.  The look on her face said it all - how did he know about Robert?  "Tell me your secret with Robert," I  commanded.  "But then it won't be a secret," she said.  "If you won't tell me I'll look into your mind and see your secret but then you don't get a story," I threatened.  "OK, I'll tell you," she said, "Robert is my friend and he has touched my willie and I have touched his."

"I know that, I saw that this morning," I said, "But there's more, you must tell me everything." She again paused for thought.  "Do you promise not to tell my mom?" she asked.  "I promise!" I said, making a cross over my heart with my finger.  "Robert put his willie inside my willie," she said, "He calls it his penis." Those words sent an electric shock right down to the tip of my knob and my dick lurched unseen behind her back.

"How old is Robert?" I asked.  "He's ten," she replied.  "And how do you know Robert?" I asked.  "He lives in our complex and my mom has coffee with his mom," she replied.  "When did you first show each other your willies?" I asked.  "When I was little," she replied.

Why is it that all little kids think they're big kids and were little such a long time ago - like last month!  "Tell me how Robert came to put his penis inside you." I said.  "Robert told me he does stuff with his auntie, he calls it nooky.  He asked me if I wanted to play nooky, so I said OK and he showed me how to play," she said.  "What did he show you?" I asked.  "He showed me how his auntie rubbed his penis up and down to make it bigger and he showed me how he puts his penis inside his auntie's willie," she said.  "Did it hurt when he put his penis inside you?" I asked. "No, first time was a bit uncomfortable but then Robert spit on his penis and then it was OK," she said.  "What did it feel like?" I asked.  "It just felt funny, I don't think he did it right first time but next time it felt nice," she said.  "Which hole did he put his penis in?" I asked.

Raising her knees, she put a hand either side of her pussy lips and she pulled them so far apart it looked painful.  "In there," she said, pointing to her little love canal.  I could see deep inside her pink velvet tunnel as she held herself open, she was wet inside.  Were her juices flowing or was it just natural dampness, I wondered. 

By this time I felt like my dick was going to explode.  My beautiful innocent little seven year old sweetheart was giving me the details of her sex life with her ten year old friend and showing me the inside of the hole he'd fucked.  "Did he just put it in there and leave it there?" I asked.  "No, silly," she replied, releasing her labia lips, "he moved it in and  out, he told me that he was trying to make stuff called sperm." "What do you mean?" I asked.  "He told me that his auntie told him if he rubbed his penis in a girl's willie he would make sperm so he pushed his penis backwards and forwards into my willie to try and make sperm," she explained.  "Did he make sperm?" I asked.  "No, he thinks he's too young," she said.  "Where did you do this nooky stuff?" I asked.  "In his bedroom or in my bedroom when we played together," she said.  "Do you like doing nooky?" I asked.  She blushed.  I cupped her face in my hands and tenderly kissed her lips.  "It's OK sweetie, I won't tell anybody," I said, "I just wondered whether Robert was making you do things you didn't want to do." "l like it when he does it slowly, it feels nice but sometimes he goes very fast and pushes hard trying to make the sperm and then it doesn't feel good," she said, "I won't let him get on top of me any more 'cause he pushes too hard, I only let him do it if I get on top of him."

"Good for you!" I told her, "You mustn't let anybody hurt you.  If he hurts you, you tell me and I'll give him a good thumping." She laughed.  "So, when was the last time you played nooky with Robert?" I asked.  "Last week," she said.  "I rubbed his penis trying to make sperm but we gave up." "What's Robert's second name?" I asked.  "Hammond," she replied.  "And what's his auntie's name?" I asked.  "Mrs Riley," she replied.  "And Mrs Riley's first name?" I asked.  "Susan," she replied.

Susan Riley, I thought, that's Shaun Riley's wife, they play golf, she's a teacher, they have a young child.  They weren't amongst our social circle, but I'd seen them around the golf club and I'd played with him a few times.  Susan was Irish, quite pretty, very petite.

"You won't tell my mom, will you?" Amy pleaded.  "Not if I get another kiss," I said.  She smiled and leant forward to kiss me, her lips parted. I tenderly licked her lips and holding with one hand slipped the other down to cup her naked bottom, feeling the heat emanate from her crack as my hand passed over it.  I could feel the damp heat on the palm of my hand.  The thought of what was causing that hot, wet, vapour caused my dick to throb. What would she do if I slid a finger down into her crack and tickled her honey pots, I wondered.  I strongly suspected she would allow it.

I allowed my tongue to slide between her lips and was rewarded as the tip of my tongue touched the tip of her little pink baby tongue.  She had understood that I was making motions to extend the scope of this kiss and had met me halfway.  I applied pressure to her little bottom bringing her crotch into my stomach feeling the heat of her twat on my flesh.  "You're the best kisser in this house," I told her.  She giggled and slapped my chest.  "Silly," she said, "Now what about my story?" "Before any stories we must make a pact," I said taking her hand and putting it on her heart. "We must both swear on our lives that we will not tell our secret to ANYONE." "I swear!" she said.  "Have you got any more secrets?" I asked her. "Kind of," she said.  "Kind of like what?" I asked.  "This morning when I left you in the bath I peeked through the door and I saw you rubbing your willie and I saw white stuff come out.  Was that sperm?" she asked.  "You little minx!" I said, shaking her.  "You shouldn't be peeking!  Now go and get me a drink," I told her as I lifted her to the ground and slapped her bottom.

She came back with a glass of wine, "Can I have some?" she asked.  "Sure, you can," I replied.  She took a slug and handed me the glass.  Still lying on the sofa I was manoeuvring the glass to my mouth as she climbed onto me and striding across me her leg dragged my robe open uncovering my dick.  She then sat back and her pussy landed squarely on my hard, hot naked shaft.  She jumped, I jumped, we both jumped in shock.  I spilt the wine over my face as a struggled to get my hand between us.  Then we both laughed.  I had my hand, palm down on my shaft, with her sat on top. I could feel the heat from her hole on the back of my hand.  I could feel it puffy and soft and a distinct hot spot.  "Ha, ha!  I touched your willie," she giggled wriggling her hips and grinding her pussy into the back of my hand.  Lifting the knuckle of my middle finger I raised it into her wet hot spot.  "Ha, ha, ha, ha!" she taunted as she worked my raise knuckle into her hole.  "You're a very rude little girl," I scolded playfully.

"If I rub it will your willie squirt sperm?" she said like she was handing out a kind mischievous challenge.  "You will NOT rub it, you naughty girl," I replied in a playful voice.  "I want to see the sperm squirting out, please let me see," she begged.  "How would you like to have your own willie to make sperm?" I asked her.  She paused, her little brain working overtime again.  "Don' be silly!  I'm a girl," she replied.  "What if I could turn my penis into a girl's willie and your willie into a boys penis, just for a little while?" I asked.  With a slightly confused look on her face, "OK," she replied.  "OK!" I said sternly, "But this is another secret and you must promise no to tell!" "I promise," she said.  "OK, you sit on the sofa with your eyes closed and count to one hundred," I told her.

Leaving her sat cross legged on the sofa, I rushed to the bathroom.  I stood at the sink with my dick under the cold water tap until the steel  turned to putty.  I quickly returned to the lounge and standing in front of her I tucked my dick back under and between my legs and closed them so that all that could be seen from the front was a flat stomach and my sparse blond pubic hair.  "Eighty three, eighty four," she counted.  "OK, you can open your eyes now," I said.  She opened her slightly sozzled little eyes and focused in on my crotch.  "Wow," she exclaimed in amazement.  "You've lost your willie, you've got a girl's willie," she said.  "I have and it's a pretty boring shape," I added.

Closing my robe, "OK are your ready for your penis?" I asked her.  She nodded apprehensively.  "Close your eyes," I told her.  Sitting alongside her I picked her up and sat her on my pubic bone leaning back on my chest and pulled my rapidly hardening rod up between her legs.  I covered myself with her shirt.  "OK, you can open your eyes now," I told her.  She slowly pulled up her shirt to reveal my throbbing meat between her legs.  "Wow!" she gasped. She sat transfixed in amazement at the sight.  By now my rod was steel hard, the veins on the shaft pulsing trying to get more blood into the erection.  It lay snugly between her slit and the location was not lost on it as bolt of sexual tensions sent an electric shock along the shaft and my dick lurched back.  Startled, her back pushed against me in a momentary attempt to escape the strange creature.  "It moved!" she said.  "I didn't see it move," I replied.  She paused, "Can I touch it?" she asked. "Nothing to do with me," I said "it's your willie, you can do what you like."

She tentatively ran the tips of her fingers down the side of the shaft,  her little podgy fingers provoked a response and it came, again the sexual tension in my shaft, yearning for release, flicked my dick sideways.  "It moved again!" she said.  "You'd move if someone kept tickling you," I said, "Stop tickling, get hold of him and give him a squeeze." She wrapped her little seven year old hand around the shaft and squeezed.  The sight of her little seven year old fingers wrapped around my dick, the feeling of her soft digits on my hot flesh sent my senses out of control.  My head spun as pleasure washed through my body, my dick tingled like little fire crackers were bursting inside my bell end.  Time stood still, I was dizzy, loosing consciousness.  She squeezed my shaft in pumping motions like she was exploring the contradiction of it being soft and hard at the same time.  I cupped the side of her little face and brought my nose into her head to smell her hair.  Her smell accentuating the heady experience.

"Sperm's coming out!" she shouted bringing me back to earth.  So much pre-cum was oozing out of my dick even I had to do a double take on whether I had ejaculated or not.  "No baby that's not sperm," I told her.  "What is then?" she asked.  "It's lubricant," I told her as she continued squeezing, pumping more out.  "What's lubricant?" she asked.  My heart sunk, a knot formed in my throat, what am I doing, where is this going, what do I say, what do I do?  I needed to feel her soft pink tunnel around my shaft, I needed it more than a smack head with a two hundred a day habit.  One side of my brain was begging the other side to get out now.  The other side was arguing that she wasn't a virgin, she'd been fucked a several times by Robert and she wanted it.

She ran her finger in the pre-cum, painting it over my bell end.   Pre-cum dribbled down the front, trying to scoop it up, she ran her fingers along the sensitive front of my bell end.  "Sperm is slippy," she said.  "No, baby it's not sperm it's lubricant," I corrected, like it was somehow OK for me to allow a seven year old to milk me of pre-cum but not sperm.  "What's lubricant?" she again asked.  "Its slippy fluid, it's the same slippy fluid that you get inside your willie, our bodies make the slippy fluid so that a boy's penis can slide easily into a girl's willie," I explained.  As the last word left my mouth I realised that I shouldn't have told her that.

She dipped her finger in the pre-cum and brought it to nose, "It doesn't smell the same as my willie," she said.  She then pushed my shaft away from her pussy and plunged her other finger deep into her hole.  Wriggling her finger in her honey pot she scooped up some little girl juice and brought it to her nose.  "Mine smells different," she said.  "Let me smell," I asked her as I took her hand and brought it to my nose.  Ughhhhhhhhhh, the smell of fresh little girl juice, so delicate, so fresh, so sweet, delicately musty with a hint of ammonia.  I breathed in her scent deeply. A scent more exotic than any Channel perfume.  I wanted to suck her finger but before I could weigh up the consequences both her little podgy hand were round my dick. 

I lay back savouring the feelings.  Exploring every inch of me she pushed, shoved and pulled my dick and my balls in every direction each bringing me a different pleasure with every movement.  I was in a heady, dreamy state when I felt her little butt lift slightly and then, "No, no baby, don't do that, no . .  no, no you shouldn't," she'd pushed my dick under her and holding the head of my dick at hole she was sitting down on it.  I gripped her hips to lift her from me.  Some how I convinced myself to savour the feel of her hot little love hole on my bell end for just one second before lifting her away.  Ughhhh, in that second the bell end slipped inside her tight hole and I felt her cunt muscles clip in behind the rim of my helmet.  "No, no sweetie, don't do that, no," I gasped.  Too late, the pre-cum had done it's job and my dick slid into her tight, hot tube and bottomed out against her tiny cervix.

My mind raced, my dick throbbed.  As every millisecond ticked away, the feeling of her tight pink tube on my hot meat drowned out any kind of sense in my head.  I was in heaven but was I going to hell, I would probably being going to prison.  I didn't care, this moment was worth a lifetime in prison.  Hormones had beaten grey matter and I gave in to my lust.  I turned her little face to mine.  She was smiling.  I closed my eyes and brought my lips to hers.  I took her hand and placing it on my scrotum and rubbed it on my nuts.  Leaving her stroking my nuts I drew my finger along my shaft, scooping up our juice and deposited on her clit.  With my other and on her baby flat tits I drew her to me and drinking in her kiss I massaged her clit and slowly fucked her tiny, soft, smooth, tight, pink
tube.  Ever so slowly in movements of less than an inch.  Sooooo tight, soooooo soft, sooooo silky smooth.  I couldn't get past more than half a dozen strokes in before gagging on her kiss and exploding inside her.  She must have felt it because she broke away from my lips and look down at our union.  "Wow, you're making sperm!" she said.  Making sperm, I thought, it felt like all my insides had been liquidised and was coming out through my dick.  NEVER has anything felt so, so indescribable.  So many feelings, so much satisfaction, like scratching an itch but magnified a thousand times. I was lost in delirium as my dick continued to pulse, pumping my seed inside her.  Then, as fast as she'd jumped on me she jumped off.

"I want to see it squirting," she said.  Noooooooooooooooooooooo, my head screamed, leave it in, I want more.  Too late she'd sat down again and was holding my hot wet shaft trying to make it squirt.  It wasn't squirting but her tight tube must have been like a cork on a bottle on my dick as a back up of sperm dribbled out of the end.

Reality now started to seep back into my head like someone had pulled a plug on the dam of water drowning my sense.  Fear struck my chest like a sledge hammer.  Eight strokes and about 30 seconds of bliss for a lifetime in prison.  Keep calm, think, think, I was telling myself.  Find a way, damage limitation.  "You're such a naughty little girl," I said as I lifted her up and turned her to face me.  I stood her in front of me, her feet  either side of my thighs, her pussy inches from my face, the sponk dripping out of her hole.  She grinned with mischievous delight.  "If you ever do that again, I'll smack your bottom until it is red raw," I told her sternly, slapping her naked bottom playfully.  "Look at the mess you made," I said trying to pass the blame onto her.  "Promise me you'll never do that again," I said.  "But I didn't get to see it squirt close up," she protested.  "You're soooo rude," I said as I squeezed her sides tickling her.  "Come, let's get you cleaned up," I said as I lifted her to the ground.

Holding her hand I walked us to the en-suite bathroom off my bedroom.  Making no attempt to hide our embarrassment or shame she stumbled along with her head craning down to her bowed legs and the trail of sponk oozing out of her hole and running down her inner thigh.  I lifted her to sit on the toilet seat.  Trying not to watch her, I filled the sink with warm soapy water and washed my hands whilst she emptied her bladder.  "Can I sleep in your bed tonight?" she asked.

Oh no, not more, when will this girl leave me alone, I thought.  My dick was still rock hard.  Unloading into her seconds earlier had made no impact on the steel in my rod.  And she wanted to sleep with me.  How much can a man take?  "I'm sure you'd sleep better on your own, it's school tomorrow," I replied.  "Pleeeeeeease," she said, "I promise I won't wriggle." I lifted her from the toilet seat and wiped her little cunny with a warm soapy face cloth.  "Please can I sleep with you?" she pleaded.  "Oh, OK then," I said in submission, beaten by a ridiculous collision of circumstance and hormones.  I wiped the sponk from her legs.  Rinsing the cloth I returned to her puffy little cunny washing inside her lips and running it under her to clean her little botty hole.  "It's too early for bed," she said, "Can I have my story." "It's not too early," I replied, "It's eight thirty which is bed time on school days".  "Mommy lets me stay up till nine," she responded.  "It's either eight thirty in my bed or nine in your own bed take your choice," I told her.  "OK," she said and skipped off to my bed.

I cleaned myself up using cold water to wash my dick in a vain attempt to get it down and quell my lust.  Looking into the bathroom mirror I could see my little princess tucked up in bed.  I joined her, careful not to disturb her I slid under the sheet with my back to her and my dick well away from her.  She snuggled into my back, I could feel her little breath on the back of my head.  Her arm around me chest, her little cunny just above my but was like a little radiator.  I lay there eyes wide open, again fighting raging in my head.  I was determined to keep my hands off her.  There was only one way out and that was out of that bed.  I had to slide out and sleep in the spare bed.  I reached behind to give her little bottom one last stroke before I got out.  She had the girliest of little girl bottoms, round as melons, soft and firm.  I gently pushed at her little bottom to bring her hot pussy closer to my back.  Her arm slid down my chest, it was moving to my dick, was she asleep, was she awake, her hand stroked through my pubic hair and settled on my shaft gripping it before continuing down to my scrotum and kneading my balls.  Oh, fuck, she's still awake and has read my stroking of her bottom as an invitation to play.

After days of years of manipulation and management suddenly everything was going wrong, I was no longer in control of events, I kept reading the situation wrong, I was making mistakes.  What do I do now, even if I had the strength of character to take her hand off my dick, I wasn't sure how she would read it.  I turned round and stroking her face, I kissed her forehead, "Go to sleep baby, it's school tomorrow," I said.  She turned over and snuggled her back into me.  Now my dick was between her butt cheeks and it was throbbing like the pistons in a steam train.  I pulled back my butt to put air between us.  She pushed back her butt to close the gap.  I lay there for what felt like an eternity, determined not to violate her any more, my eyes wide awake, my dick throbbing at her back door, the smell of her hair in my nose.  Finally I could feel her body limp, she was
Asleep.

I gently slid away and over the side of the bed.  I walked round to her side of the bed and knelt beside her, her angelic little face lit by the moonlight.  Stroking my turgid member I wanked myself slowly, fantasising at slipping my dick between her cherry pink lips.  My mind drifted back to earlier and the feeling of her tight cunny wrapped round my dick and that was enough to bring me off and finally release me from the grip of lust.  I left her to her dreams and me to my nightmares.

I woke next morning to the birds singing.  As I came out of dreamland the events of the previous day slowly crept into my head.  There was that moment of doubt, did it really happen, then the realization that it did happen.  Then an examination of my feelings, was it a mistake, was it a success, do I pursue it, do I try and play it down.  All these thoughts flooded my head but at that time of day, my hormone levels were so high my dick twitched demanding attention.  I rolled onto my back to get better hand action on the middle wicket and rolled into another body in the bed. It was Amy, she was fast asleep beside me.  Her angelic little face looked so serene.  I reflected how I'd tried so hard not to violate her innocence. I'd tried my best.  I knew if Tuti had been with us to help me I could have succeeded but without her I was wasting my time trying to resist a seven year old nymphomaniac.  I was lost.  I snuggled into her and kissed her sleeping lips, tasting her with the tip of my tongue.  I slid my hand under the covers and over her puffy mons.  I hovered my hand over her pussy for fear of waking her.  Slowly I lowered onto her silky soft skin.  I could feel the heat and dampness coming from her slit.  She slept on.  I slid my finger into her slit and felt the heat of the soft sticky interior.  I pushed down slowly until my digit detected the entrance to her tunnel and more sticky juice.  I withdrew my hand and put my finger to my nose.  The smell of seven year old girl juice was delicious.  It's flavour enhanced from overnight fermentation.  It was heady cocktail of hormones, sweet, pungent, musky and of course being little girl juice, there was always a hint of ammonia.  I slid my hand back to her honey pot and gently stroked her slit massaging her tiny clitoris.  Her legs parted inviting deeper probing.  She looked to be still asleep.  I slid my finger down to her hole
and gently probed her soft wet and oh so very tight little tunnel.  She was wet, not wet like juice was pouring from her but wet enough to provide lubrication for my finger tip.  I gently kissed her sleeping lips.  Her eyes fluttered open.

"I have a bad headache, sweetie Can I get some medicine from your magic button?" I asked her looking mournful.  She nodded her head smiling.  I slid down the bed under the sheets and climbed between her leg.  The smell of little girl pussy trapped under the sheets was intoxicating.  A sweet, musky smell, the smell of sweet innocent sex and little girl piss.  I slid her legs over my shoulder and pressed my lips against her sex.  I was going to have this little girl and to hell with the consequences, I thought to myself.  I was going to have her as often and in as many ways as she would allow and if necessary, make a run for the border.  I pressed my lips against her soft puffy vulva feeling the texture of her skin, smelling her sex.  I kissed her little cunny like it was my lover, for me it had a life of it's own, I loved it like it was a sentient being.  I wanted to own it  for myself, to have with me always, to explore, to care for and love.  How is it possible for something so simple can be so perfect and give so much pleasure?  I slid my tongue into her slit feeling her soft interior sensing the heat, the moisture, tasting her juice.  The taste defies description, it's tangy, it's sweet, musky, the taste of sex.  I slid my tongue down to her hole and pushed it into her tight tube.  So tight, so soft.  I pushed my tongue in and out of her hole each time straining to get deeper inside her.  My nose buried in her slit and rubbing her clit.  I tongue fucked her hole, I sucked her clit, I ate her pussy, I ate like it was my last meal.  She wriggled her crotch like she was trying to get my tongue in deeper on my nose on centred on her sensitive clit.  Little whimpers came from her lips.  She feeling pleasure, could she climax?  What would I give to feel
this little cherub cum on my tongue - anything.  She clasped the sides of my face with her little hands she pulled my head into her honey pot.  I could taste fresh little girl juice.  There was no river flowing but there was a definite increase in juice coming from inside her.  I slid my tongue down across her perineum to her little rosebud and back just to test her reaction and to feel the texture of her sphincter on my tongue.  I was in heaven.  I was eating seven year old pussy and the seven year old owner was loving it.  The base of my tongue was sore from trying to stretch itself longer to get deeper into her hole.  I rubbed my nose into her slit and over her clit bringing her increased pleasure.  I lapped up her sweet juices.  I wanted to stay there forever but it had to end.  My thirst still unquenched, I slid up besides her.  What would be her response; disgust, revulsion, gratitude?

"That was tickly," she said, "Do it some more." Ughhhh, you DIRRRRTY little girl, I thought to myself.  "I'd love to sweetheart." I replied.  "You are  so lovely I could just eat you all, but we must get you to school.  Come, lets get a quick bath and some breakfast." I took her hand and led her to the bathroom, my erection waving before me like a water diviner.  We stood waiting for the bath to fill.  My dick throbbed and she noticed.  She stretched out a hand and gripped the shaft sending electric shocks through my body.  "Can I make it squirt?" she asked.  I turned to face her, my throbbing member in her hand inches from her lips.  Sweet cherry red lips. What would she do if I leaned forward?  Would she open her mouth and let me in?  No, it was too much for her, too quick.  "Maybe later honey," I replied, "We don't want to be late for school do we?"

The bath full I lifted her in and climbed in behind her.  She lay back onto my chest, my steel hard dick in her back.  I soaped her tiny chest sensing her little nipples under my finger tips.  "You're willie's hurting me in my back," she complained.  I pulled her up onto my pubic bone and pushed my dick forwards and under her.  Pushing my knob end past her sphincter and love hole I felt electric shock tingles as it rubbed past.  "Ha, I have a penis again!" she giggled.  Her pussy lifted just above the water I rubbed my soapy hand up and down her slit washing her soft puffy mons.  She reciprocated stretched her hand forward and soaping my rigid shaft, her little podgy finger sliding up and down wanking me just like Robert had shown her.  "That feels nice baby," I said, 'Squeeze him a little tighter." Her little hand squeezed my shaft sending waves of delicious pleasure through my whole body.  I slipped my hand beneath her soaping her little sphincter, sliding my digit just inside her seven year old back door. "That's my poopee," she said.  "We can't have you going to school with a smelly poopee," I replied sliding my finger deeper into her rectum.

The deeper my finger invaded into her soft sticky back door the harder she squeezed my shaft.  I could feel her tight little sphincter trying to squeeze out my invading finger.  I slid out and round into her love tube. As my finger left her rectum I felt her death grip on my shaft release.  Slowly I finger fucked her little love hole.  Rhythmically sliding my middle finger in and out of her tight tube.  "That feels nice," she whimpered.  I kissed the side of her face, little peck kisses and watched my finger sliding in and out of her clean, white, smooth, puffy, pussy.  She whimpered again.  I was entertaining the thought impaling her on my meat whilst fighting hard to hold back my orgasm.  I gritted my teeth trying to hang onto the contents of my balls but It was all too much.  Sponk shot into the air and landed down on her chest with a splat, and then the next bolt shot skywards, and the third and then to a dribble.  "Wow, you made sperm!  That was awesome!  Do it again!" she said.  "I'd love to, just for you sweetie, but we'll be late for school.  Come, let's get you dry," I told her.  I washed away the evidence before getting us out and dried off.  She ran off to her room to get dressed leaving me to get dressed in my room.

My dick was still rigid hard.  I was beginning to wonder whether it would ever go down.  "Uncle Eddie I can't find my school socks," she shouted.  I went to her room to find her dressed just in her white cotton panties, her school dress laid out on the bed.  I was starting to form the view that she looked sexier with the panties on than she did with them off. I found her socks, helped her dress.  She looked like a vision in her school uniform, little gingham dress, matching hat, white socks and sandals. I would have to find a way to fuck her whilst she was wearing her uniform, I thought.

We ate breakfast, gathered up our books and paraphernalia and off we went.  She sat in the back of the car and sung all the way to school.  Maybe I was looking at her through rose tinted glasses but she didn't show any signs of looking or sounding like she'd been abused.

Before I took Amy to school I had to call Mrs Suhapa and tell her that Tuti was sick.  I told her she'd probably be in the following day.
  


To be continued 



