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 6 TUTI STARTS SCHOOL

Next morning we got up and ready for school.  School started at 8am and so I got us there early to give us a little time together with Mrs Suhapa.  We met Mrs Suhapa in her office and she made a fuss of Tuti, to try and make her feel comfortable.  She explained to us that the school took children of both sexes from 4 to 11 years and followed the American system as most children went to an American system secondary school.  The ratio of indigenous to expatriate was about 60:40.  The plan for today was Tuti to take some tests in the first part of the morning and then spend some time in class with the children for the rest of the day.  She called in her colleague, Mrs Temo, who greeted us and took and apprehensive looking Tuti, away.  School finished at 3.30pm.  Mrs Suhapa asked me if I could come back then and she would give me her thoughts.  I asked her about Tuti's lunch or drinks and she told me that children brought packed lunches. I told her I given Tuti some money and she said she'd sort something for her.  I was happy that Tuti was on good hands.

I got back to the school just before 3.30pm and waited for Mrs Suhapa outside her office.  The bell went at 3.30pm and the air was suddenly filled with the shouts ands screams of hundreds of children were running all over the place.  Mrs Suhapa and Mrs Temo came shortly with Tuti in tow. Tuti was chattering away to two other little girls as she lagged behind the two teachers.  I went into the office with the two teachers who instructed Tuti to wait outside.  Tuti and her new friends wee too busy chattering to take time to acknowledge the message.

Mrs Suhapa explained that the had assessed Tuti using some standard assessment tests and by watching her in class.  The results of such a short period of assessment had a good margin for error but before they discussed  that they asked me what I hoped to achieve.  I explained that I would be very happy if she could learn to read and write any language, if she could read and write both would be a bonus.

Mrs Suhapa explained the problem.  First of all Tuti was below average intelligence, how much below was difficult to say but certainly more than is within normal margins.  If she was four years old, that would be a problem and they would deal with it as best they could.  The problem here was she was twelve years old and it was not realistic to sit a twelve year old in a learning environment with four or five year olds and try and progress her year by year so that when she was in the eleven year old class she would be nineteen.  For a lot of reasons that was something the school wouldn't do.

I asked her what she suggested.  She said that she believed my goals for her were appropriate and realistic and that the only way to attain them was by private tuition.  I explained that whilst learning her to read and write was my goal I also wanted her to be exposed to other children to play with and learn social skills.  Mrs Suhapa looked at Mrs Temo.  "There's one other suggestion we have that might meet your needs," she said.  "We noticed that Tuti was very popular with the children, she had a very good way with them.  She also speaks excellent Indonesian and English, her disabilities certainly don't show in her language skills.  We are looking for a classroom assistant, someone to look after the younger ones, someone to help the teacher and someone who can interpret for Indonesian children who's English is not so good; some of our teachers are expatriates, she added.  What I am suggesting is that Tuti works for us, we could only pay her a small salary, but we would assist you with any teaching aids or other material you needed and you could teach her to read and write at home,"  she suggested.

I was a taken back a little by the suggestion but put on the spot it sounded pretty good.  I said the same to them, I thanked them and told them that I'd speak to Tuti first and let them know.  I had to practically drag Tuti away from her mates who followed us all the way to the car.  Tuti was radiant, beaming smiles, wide eyed.

"How was your day?" I asked.  "I had such a good time!" she said and she rattled off a bunch of kid's names and teacher's names and the things they'd done and the things they'd talked about; kids stuff.  "Will you be sending me to that school?" she asked.  "Would you like to go to that school?" I asked.  "I had such a good time playing with the other children and the teachers were kind to me but they could all read and I can't read." "Don't worry," I said, squeezing her knee making her giggle, "Uncle Edward will sort it all out for you." "Are you now my uncle?" she asked.  "Would you like me to be your uncle?." I asked.  "I'd like you to be my daddy," she replied.  "How about your husband?" I asked.  "Yes please," she beamed  hugging my arm.  "Maybe uncle is a good idea for now," I said.  "It's sort of half daddy and half husband."

We got back to the flat and changed our clothes.  I noticed the wad of paper in her pants.  "What's that?" I asked.  "I forgot to take the tampons," she replied.  "Never mind," I said.  "You take a shower now and wash your pussy and put in a tampon.  If you have any problems, call me and I'll come and help." I left her to prepare some food.  I could hear her singing in the shower.  I was pleased to see and hear her sounding happy with her life.  I sometimes felt so guilty at having sex with her.  

After a while she came skipping into the kitchen, panties in hand, "Look! See!" she said proudly, "I've done it!" Her knees bent, her crotch pushed forward she presented me with a view of her freshly washed pussy with string dangling from it!!  And there's me wondering whether she was troubled or upset by our sexual relationship.  "Good girl!" I exclaimed.  "You're such a clever girl!." Pulling on her panties, she skipped off into the bedroom returning with her dolly.  And, sitting on the sofa she gave dolly a detailed account of her day!

We sat down for dinner.  "Tuti," I said "I took you to school to ask Mrs Suhapa about the best way of learning you to read and write.  She said that you are a very clever girl, you are not stupid, but that your should have started school when you were four or five and now that you are twelve, there are no classes for twelve year olds just starting school.  She suggested that I teach you to read and write and that she could offer you a job at the school helping the teacher and playing with the children.  What do you think?" I asked.  "I'd like that very much," she said hugging me.  "OK, I'll telephone Mrs Suhapa tomorrow and we'll try it out.  If you don't like it or if the other children tease you, you tell me and I will sort it out for you," I said.

She got up and walked round the table to me, and reaching her arms around my head she kissed me.  Her eyes were glassed over with tears, "Why are you crying?" I asked.  "I'm so happy, you're so kind to me," she said. "I love you so much." "I love you too, Tuti and because I love you I want you to be happy and you must tell me about anything that makes you unhappy," I told her.  She smiled and skipped back to her chair.  After dinner she washed up and we sat and watched TV.  I showed her the calendar and where I'd marked the start of her period.  "You must tell me when your period has finished so that I can mark it on the calendar," I told her.  "And, when your period has finished I have some tablet that you can take that will prevent you from getting pregnant." "What are the tablets for?" she asked.  

I got some paper and a pencil and I drew a cross section of a female's anatomy and of a male's anatomy.  I explained to her that she had eggs inside her and men have semen inside them and how when the eggs and semen come together they make a baby and that the tablets would prevent that.  "You are too young to have a baby," I told her.  "And if we have sex, no matter how hard I try, it's possible that some of the semen might come out of me inside you and make your pregnant.  The tablet will prevent that." Pointing to the ovaries, she asked "Where are these?" "They're deep inside your tummy," I told her.  "Where are these?" she asked pointing to the balls in the scrotum.  "They hang just below my dick," I told her.  "Can I see them?" she asked.

Pulling my shorts over to one side I pulled my genitals out and pulling my dick over to the side I raised my scrotum.  Pulling the scrotum around one of my balls I said, "There you are.  That's one of the balls that holds the semen." She reached over and gently manipulated my scrotum, examining the contents with her fingers occasionally squeezing one of my nuts.  "Be careful, honey, their very sensitive, it hurts me when you squeeze hard, be very gentle," I told her.  My dick was of course rigid from the attention and pre-cum started to ooze out of the opening.

"Is that sperm?" she said as she dipped the end of her finger into the pre-cum and smeared it over the head of my dick.  "No, honey that's the same kind of juice that comes out of your pussy, it's just slippy fluid to help my dick slide easily your pussy and to help the semen slide easily out of my dick.  "Uncle Eddie," she said as she squeezed a hand over her pussy and wriggled her but, "You said we can't have sex whilst I am on my period, does that mean that I shouldn't masturbate?" she asked.  "No, baby," I replied "you can masturbate anytime you feel like." I lifted her chin bringing her lips up to mine and I kissed her, smiling back.  "You do know that you mustn't do that in front of anybody else don't you?" I asked.  "Of course, silly," she said "it's because we're special secret friends," Entirely so, I thought, having forgotten about us being 'special secret friends'!  Lifting her hand from her pants I brought it up to my lips and kissed her stick fingers, breathing in her musty smell as I did.  Reassured, she smiled back before closing her eyes and snuggling into my chest.  I trousered my disappointed dick; plenty of time, I thought.

Content in each others arms we fell asleep.  Waking later, I picked her up her waif like body and carried her to the bedroom, her arms unconsciously wrapping themselves around my neck.  Tucking her in bed I wondered about whether she should change her tampon or needed to use the toilet.  She looked too peaceful to disturb so I left her snuggling up behind her and draping my arm over her, my hand on her super soft tit, I joined her in the land of nod.

Next morning I was woken by her sitting on the bed besides me, her face lit up with her big beaming smile.  She'd made us a cup of tea.  I picked her up and lifted her into the bed alongside me and kissed her, "Good morning sweetheart, you're up early," I said.  "I needed the toilet," she said.  "Did you manage to change the tampon OK?" I asked.  "Yes, she said, I can do it easily now." "Good girl!" I said leaning over and kissing her head.

"Uncle Edward?" she asked.  "If the children at the school tease me because I'm not clever, what shall I do." "You should remember their names or if you don't know their name you should ask someone else what their name is an which class their in and you tell me." I told her giving her a reassuring hug.  "Don't worry Tuti, if one child teases you there are ninety nine others who will be kind to you because you are a lovely sweet girl," I told her.  I got up and got myself ready for the office leaving her to a boring day, alone in the flat, by herself.

I spoke to Sarah during the day.  She told me how much she was looking forward to me coming to her place.  I'd been worried about this moment.  I didn't want to leave Tuti by herself overnight on her first week alone with me and I didn't want to explain the situation to Sarah who thought it was bizarre that I allowed mother and daughter to stay in the first place.  In the end I decided I'd tell her the truth, or a form of the truth and she'd have to live with it.  I told her the story but slanted it as though Suja had suckered me into a situation I wasn't happy with but unable to cruelly kick her out.  I suggested that she tell Amy that she was going out with friends and that Tuti would be baby sitting her.  I would bring Tuti down, I would take us for a meal and we would return later put them to bed and we would have time together; I would get up early and leave; she would drop Tuti off at my place on her way to school with Amy.  It wasn't a bad plan and she agreed.

I arrived with Tuti at about 7pm.  Of course Amy and Tuti hit it off right away just like two seven year olds would.  Amy led Tuti to her room and Tuti was soon engrossed in Amy's toys.  Sarah briefed the two girls who were so involved in their own little world didn't notice that Sarah was leaving with me.

I drove us to a restaurant about 10 miles away.  I was hardly out of the gate before Sarah had my dick out of my pants.

"I'm sorry," she said "but I am soooooo horny, it must be a phase of the moon thing!" as she stuffed my knob down her throat.  I listened to the radio whilst postulating on the pros and cons between an adult, proficient and enthusiastic blow job against a pink tongued, glassy eyed, sharp toothed toddler blow job.  Enthusiastic she was but like any woman she couldn't stay quiet for long and she couldn't speak with her mouth full so every time I was getting into it she would pop up and jabber away about some trivia or other.

We enjoyed a nice dinner during which we quaffed several bottles of chateau leg opener (not that she needed it!).  She tested my listening skills to the limits until the wine kicked in.

"This is exciting," she said. "How do you mean?" I asked.  "Sex in public," she replied.  I must have looked a little confused.  "Fucking out doors, with other people yards away and then chatting to them with semen running down the inside of my thighs, me knowing what I'd just done, them in ignorance!  I don't know why it just turns me on," she said. "Absolutely," I said "but the analogy is lost on me because we're not having sex in here."

"I know, stupid," she said in an irritated tone.  "I was thinking about it and it turns me on." I slipped my shoe off and raised my foot between her legs and wriggled my toes on her crotch.  She grabbed my foot and ground it into her crotch, her eyes scanning the room to assess who could see what.  I could feel my socks getting wet and wondered whether she was wearing panties.  I didn't have to wonder for long as she slid off my sock bringing my bare toes in contact with the familiar feeling of soft, warm, wet lady lips.  She was wearing some sort of panties but they felt very skimpy, thongs I presumed.  She folded my toes in so that my big toe stuck out and shoved on my heel so that my big toe entered her hole.

I was now scanning the room to see if we were drawing attention as she shoved the napkin into her mouth to muffle her moans.  She rocked her hips so that my toe moved in and out in what must have been lees than 1/2 inch movements.  I saw the waiter approaching us from behind her and pointed mouthing the words "waiter." She stopped.  The waiter picked up the wine bottle from the ice bucket and filed our glasses asking us in turn if everything was alright.  Sarah's mouth was still covered with the napkin. "She's got a cough" I explained.  As he walked away, Sarah resumed her work on my toes: I watched her knuckles go white as she grabbed the table and I felt her cum on my toes, her juices tickling the sole of my foot as it ran down.  Recovering she released my 'naked' foot and stuffed the napkin between her legs.

"See what I mean?" she said.  "Sex in public," and rising on wobbly feet she staggered to the ladies' room leaving me to find my sock and recover my modesty.  I called the waiter and settled the bill.  Sarah, still looking a little wobbly stumbled back and drained her glass before we left.

Clinging to my arm in the car, her head on my shoulders, "That was awesome," she said, her speech slurred.  "When that waiter came up to us, I struggled to hold it back and I hovered on the edge for minutes, my head spinning.  Then when he left my body exploded!  I can still feel it," she said shoving a hand between her legs.  "I'll be wanking on that for the next week, does it turn you on?" she asked.  "Yes," I said.  "But it's not so much the doing
it in public that turns me on as watching you doing it in public," I said. "What else turns you on?" she said.  "What do you think about when you masturbate?" "Different things," I said.  She pressed me: "Like what?" she said.  "Well, I sometime think about you with another woman and I imagine you stroking her and kissing her and feeling her and her feeling you and developing that relationship and then me coming in and joining the two of you," I said.  "Who do you think about me doing it with?" she asked, her hand snaking through my zipper inside my pants.  "Ah, that's the problem," I said.  "I can't get turned on my fantasising about something which is impossible, ridiculous or totally fake." "What do you mean?" she said.  "Well I can't get turned on by fantasising about you doing it with Brittany Spears because that's just not going to happen and I can't get turned on my fantasising about you doing it with a completely made up person as that's totally fake, so I have to fantasise about you doing it with someone real and there's not a lot of choice here, there are no attractive females in the golf club."

"What about Pam?" she asked.  "Yes, that would be a good fantasy except that I know Pam wouldn't do it and I have lost interest in Pam sexually," I said.  "Is there nobody?" she asked.  "Well, on the basis that it's just a fantasy, there is one person who I like to imagine you stroking and kissing." "Who?' she said in an excited and expectant voice.  "Tuti," I replied.  "Tuti?" she gasped, "She's a child.  Do you want me to do it with a child?" "Wooow, hang on," I said "I didn't say I wanted you to do it with Tuti.  In fact, I feel a little protective towards Tuti because she is so innocent.  But to her mother, she's a woman and she'll have her married off in the next twelve months.  In my fantasy she is a pretty innocent girl who's body is awakening and feeling new feelings and you are showing her how to enjoy her body.  It's like watching a baby taste chocolate for the first time and watching the expression on their face," I said.  "It's just a fantasy," I added.  She put her head back on my shoulder and we had some minutes of silence.  I don't what she was thinking, I was wondering if I had gone over the edge.

We got to her place and I waited outside whilst she went in to sort out the girls.  She called me to come in and shuffled me into the bedroom, whilst the girls were in the bathroom.  She returned with a bottle of wine before leaving to get the girls ready for bed.  I undressed, switched on the TV and got into bed.  I was starting to nod off as she came back.  She quaffed back the entire contents of her glass before silently undressing and slipping into bed alongside me.

"I thought you'd gotten lost," I said.  "Amy was dirty," she said.  "It was easier to bathe her now than in the morning." Snuggling into my chest she was quiet.  "Are you OK?" I asked.  "Yes," she said.  Quiet again, she broke the silence.  "I put Tuti in the bath with Amy," she said.

"That's nice." I said.  "Do they like each other?" "They're having a great time," she said, "I put Amy in the bath, she was playing with her toys, Tuti was stood there watching the two of them giggling, Amy splashing her, I asked Tuti if she wanted to get in; she just stripped off and jumped in, the two of them were so intent upon their game it just seemed natural," she said.

"That's nice," I said.  "Tuti does seem to get on well with little children." "That's not all," she said.  "What do you mean?" I asked.  "I was washing Amy and I couldn't help noticing Tuti's chest," she said.  "I couldn't take my eyes off her little titties sticking out and bouncing up and down, I wanted to stroke them, it was turning me on, I got the girls out of the bath and was towelling them dry and with them jumping around, a couple of times Tuti's tits stroked my arm, each time I felt her soft warm little tits stroke my arm my pussy tingled."

"Yeh, yeh, yeh," I said.  "You're just trying to wind me up or turn me on because of what I said earlier." "No, I'm not," she said, "I'm worried." "Why are you worried?" I asked.  "Oh here we go, it's true confessions times, more embarrassment," she replied.  "I think we're past being embarrassed, aren't we?," I said.  Stuttering she confessed, "I used to stroke Amy's genitals, it started when she was a baby, it seamed to comfort her and stopped her crying, as she grew older it helped her get to sleep, I started to worry that I was sexually aroused by it and I stopped doing it a couple of years ago, it just came flooding back when I was sexually aroused by Tuti," she revealed.

"Don't be silly," I assured her.  "If I hadn't mentioned Tuti earlier, you wouldn't have noticed her and as far as Amy's concerned, I am sure she was comforted by your attention to her and it has done her no harm, she's a very well balanced child." "You maybe right about Tuti, she does have the body of a young woman, in fact she is a young woman, I noticed she was wearing a tampon, I am more worried about Amy," she said.  "I am sure you're mistaking motherly love with lust," I suggested. 

"I wish you were right," she said.  "But I used to think about my step-dad rubbing his hand between my legs when I was rubbing Amy." "There you are," I answered.  "You weren't sexually aroused by the act of rubbing your hand between Amy's legs, you were aroused because it brought back memories of your dad rubbing you." By this time my dick was tenting the bed sheets and throbbing so hard the sheets were moving.

"I can see all this stuff has turned you off - not," she said jokingly whilst running her hand along the bed sheet covering my hot meat.  Which bit turned you on, me stroking Tuti's tits or me stroking Amy's pussy?" she asked.  "Both," I said.

"You pervert," she said slapping her hand down on my erection, "Getting turned on by a seven year old," "Ouch!" I cried trying to dig myself out of a hole I explained.  "It's not that simple, it's the whole package, you rubbing Amy's pussy and getting turned on thinking about your dad rubbing you, that's what turned me on.  In any case, at five years old there's nothing to rub," I said hoping to some details.

"They have miniature versions of what everybody else has," she said.  "When my dad first started rubbing me, I didn't reach a climax but I did  feel warmth and comfort and even a nice sort of tingly, swimmy feeling." 

Getting increasingly turned on by the way this conversation was going I pushed her.  "How old were you when you had your first orgasm?" I asked.  "I think I was about eight," she said.  "Did he put his finger inside you?" I asked.  "Yes but only just a little way inside," she said.  "Did you put your finger in Amy?" I asked.  "I'm not telling you any more," she said, rolling on top of me and pummelling my chest.  "You're getting far too turned on by it."

I reached down and brought my dick up to her hole and she slid down, her vagina sucking me in like a vacuum cleaner.  "Tell me about how you fucked Tuti, then," I asked.

"I didn't touch her," she protested.  "Lie to me," I pleaded as I slowly slid my throbbing knob up her slick tube.  "OK, I took the two girls to Amy's bedroom and told them to get their night dresses on.  I watched as the two of them ran round naked throwing toys at each other.  Tuti's tits bobbing up and down, her little pussy covered with a soft down fur.  Tuti got her shirt from her bag and pulled it over the head, the front tenting forward under pressure from her little tits.  The shirt coming down as far as her crotch but not covering it.  She picked up her panties and raised on leg onto the chair, fully exposing her pussy to me, her slit opening slightly to expose a glistening damp, pink interior.  The string from her tampon dangling beneath.  Tuti, I said, do you need to change your tampon before bed?  She reached her hands down to her crotch and open and pulled it up to have a look like she's forgotten what was in there.  Pulling the lips of her pussy apart and exposing her pink lips to me.  She took a new tampon from her bag and skipped off to the bathroom.  I tucked Amy in bed, Tuti came back and slid in behind Amy.  I kissed Amy good-night and she said Tuti wants a kiss also mummy.  I walked around the bed to Tuti's side and I leaned over her.  She turned and closed her eyes.  I kissed her lips, my pussy tingling as her sweet lips met mine.  I couldn't help myself, I slid into bed behind her and cuddle her soft warm little body into mine.  Smelling her hair, I stroked the side of her cheek.  She turned her head to me and I kissed her again, tenderly licking her lips with my tongue.  I felt the tip of her tongue touch mine.  I let my hand run down her cheek along her chest and onto her tits.  I felt her soft firm little titties through her shirt.  Our tongues now exploring each other I slipped my hand under her shirt and felt the warm, soft skin of her naked tits.  I squeezed her nipple slightly and felt her gasp into my mouth.  Running my hand down her tummy I came to the soft downy fur covering her pussy and the warmth as my hand came over her slit.  I pushed a finger into her slit and onto her clit.  Her juices flowing I massaged her clit."

"Argghhhh," I cried, I could hold back no more, shooting my load deep  into Sarah's tube.  She sat up on me grinding herself onto my dick as I pumped my stuff into her.  "Tell me what you would like to see me do to  her?" she asked.  "Suck her tits," I said.  "Run your tongue around her nipple, squeeze her tits, squeeze her nipples, dip your finger in her juices, rub her clit, put your finger in your mouth and suck her juices." "Argggh," she screamed, as she climaxed.  "Fuck her pussy with your finger," I said.  "Slide your finger up her arse," I added.  "Argggh," she screamed as the dirty talk formed the pictures in her head and another orgasm gripped her body.

My dick was now spent.  My balls and stomach were soaked with her juice and my sponk she collapsed on top of me and we lay there our hearts pounding our chests gasping for breath.

"That was the best yet," I said.  "That was so erotic!  Did you really do that?" I asked.  "No, I DID NOT, arsehole," she retorted, "it's a bloody fantasy remember." "OK," I said, "keep your shirt on I was only asking." "I'm sorry," she said, "I'm just a bit worried that I get turned on by thinking about sex with children, it's sick."

"I think you've got some kind of guilt complex," I told her, "I think the world of Tuti, she's a sweet, innocent, caring, loving, well mannered, fun loving young lady and I wouldn't allow anybody to hurt her.  But, I don't think it follows that anybody who finds someone young sweet and innocent sexually attractive is sick.  And, as far as her age is concerned, very soon she'll be married of to some fat old man who will beat the shit out of her if she doesn't lick his boots; that's what I call sick.  You shouldn't whip yourself so much, just relax, there's only me and you in here and I think you're sexy."

   She smiled and kissed me, snuggling her head into my chest.  The line of
the conversation had caused my dick to shrivel to the size of a small prawn
and although she was still sat on it was just a very little pink plug in
her hole.  "I need to get up," she said.  "OK," I replied.  "The problem is
that when I get up things might be a bit messy." I kissed her.

 "Just another thing that doesn't bother me," I said.  Slipping a hand under her crotch to hold in as much of the goo as possible she gently slid off me and the bed before hobbling, bow legged into the bathroom.  I followed her into the shower.  We enjoyed the hot water cleansing the sweat and sex off our bodies.  Past conversation forgotten, I stood behind her and rubbed my flaccid dick between the cheeks of her arse.

"I need to pee," she said.  "Me too," I added.  "You first," she said. I now had a semi on and it was nuzzled between her but cheeks.  I let go, aiming the jet of urine at her anus.

"Ooooh, feels nice," she said.  Cupping her crotch with my hand I felt her urine build up behind my fingers before forcing it's way through.  My flow finished, hers dribbling, our feet were in a pool of amber fluid, I pulled her head back and kissed her, she snaked her tongue between my lips - you're a dirty girl, I thought.  "You're a naughty girl," I said jokingly.

"I certainly am, aren't I?" she giggled.  We dried off and got into bed, snuggling together, she seemed content, her troubled mind put to one side, at least for the moment.  It felt like I had just closed my eyes when my cell phone alarm went off at 6am giving me 20 minutes to get out of the house before Sarah had to get Amy up for school.  I slipped on my clothes, kissed Sarah on the forehead and slipped out without disturbing the girls.

Sarah called me later and thanked me for a lovely evening.  She mentioned how Amy was particularly taken with her new friend.  I got home that evening to the usual enthusiastic welcome from Tuti.  I asked her how things had gone at Mrs Sarah's house and she said she'd had a fun time playing with Amy.  I went to the bar that evening and by the time I got back, Tuti was in bed asleep.  I gently slipped a hand between her legs to check if the string was still there and it was!  Her period must be due to end soon and I was impatient to deposit my first load inside baby making tube.

I played my usual golf on the Saturday.  Sarah had charge of Amy, so that little pleasure was denied me.  We went out for dinner that evening and a after a couple of wines, Sarah was up to her old tricks, grabbing my dick whenever she thought nobody was watching.  Again, by the time I got home Tuti was in bed asleep.  And, again I gently slid a hand between her legs, this time I could not feel and string!  I resisted the temptation of waking her just to pump her full of sperm, I wanted the first time to be good for both of us.

I woke up on Sunday morning to a cup of tea on the side-table by my bed and Tuti sat alongside me stroking my cheek; such a lovely girl.  I pulled her to me and tenderly kissed her lips, "I love you so much," I said.

She smiled and wrapping her arms around my head, "I love you too," she replied.  "My period finished yesterday," she told me.  I pulled her on top  of me, her crotch on my stomach, her eyes looking into mine.  I cupped the cheeks of her naked arse, so soft, so round, so warm.

"Sit on me," I asked.  Rising up, she positioned her crotch over my dick and taking hold of my shaft, she presented my knob end at the entrance to her love tunnel.  I watched as she lowered her tube over my dick until our pubic bones met, my knob end pushed her cervix up into her stomach.  Gracefully she slid up and down my pole, her eyes closed her head thrown back, moaning in pleasure as her juices flowed down my shaft soaking my pubic hair.  So tight, so warm , so soft, her tube gripped my dick on all sides.  My knob end feeling the distinctive bump of her cervix each time it bottomed out.  I wanted to squirt my sperm into her cervix.  I knew that wasn't possible but I was going to try.  Feeling the sperm rising up my dick I plunged her down on me and held her there.  Knowing what was coming she opened her eyes and smiled at me.  "Ughhhhhhhhhh!", I gasped as the pleasure swept through my body and the sperm pumped into her cervix.  She ground into me, her cervix rubbing my knob end for added pleasure.

The pleasure doubled as she moaned in unison with me.  Sliding up and down her tight tube had no leeway for added volume and so the sponk was forced out, down the sides of my shaft.  I watched as the white goo squeezed out between the 'V' of her cunt lips parted either side of my shaft.  I thought to myself, nothing could be better than a newly pubescent twelve year old cunt.  It was like a blossoming flower, full and beautiful. Both finished we bathed together.  We fucked again in the bath and by the end of that Sunday I'd lost count of the number of times I'd been inside her, certainly I was a little sore, she must have been very sore.

Monday morning we were up early getting Tuti ready for her first day at school.   She was, of course, apprehensive but I was confident that she'd settle in well.  I dropped her off, leaving her with Mrs Suhapa.



To be continued 



