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 10 TUTI ESCAPES A FORCED MARRIAGE

I was on my way to the office after dropping Amy off at school when my cell phone rang.  It was Tuti, she was crying and clearly distraught.  She was so upset I had difficulty understanding her.  I couldn't understand why she was so upset and I couldn't understand her replies to my questions of where she was.  "Tuti, do you have the money I gave you?" I asked.  "Yes sir," she replied.  "Can you get to a taxi?" I asked.  "I think so," she replied.  "Get into a taxi and get him to take you to my house, if the taxi costs more than you have tell him I will pay the extra when he arrives," I told her.  "OK, will you be there when I arrive?" she asked.  "I will be there, can you tell me how long it will take for you to get to the house?" I asked.  "I don't know maybe an hour," she replied.  "Do you have your key to my house?" I asked.  "Yes," she said, "But I'm frightened to be alone." "I'll be at my house in less than one hour, you get into a taxi right now, " I told her with some authority.

I spent 15 minutes at the office getting cover for myself before going home and waiting for Tuti.  I spent an anxious hour waiting and then a taxi arrived at the gates and Tuti got out.  I opened the gates and ran out to meet her.  She ran to me and into my arms sobbing uncontrollably.  "Baby, don't cry, I'm here now, everything's fine, tell me what's wrong?" I asked. 

I got her inside, sat her down and got her a drink.  I sat besides her and put my arm around her, she wrapped her arms around me like I was going to escape.  She calmed down to just a sob.  "Tell me what happened baby." "Mommy took me to this man's house and said he was going to marry me.  He was old, and dirty and he smelled.  He put me in a room with three other girls who were his other wives whilst my Mom spoke to him.  The other girls looked frightened and they told me he makes them work hard all day and beats them all the time and they have horrible food and dirty clothes.  Mom took me back to our village and I told her that I didn't want to live with that man.  She told me I had to and that I would be marrying him later this week.  She told me I had to stay with my aunt until I was married.  I begged her not  to put me with that man and she told me I was stupid and that no nice men would have a stupid girl and that he was the only man who would have me.  I'm frightened, Mr Edward, I don't want to live with that man, I won't know what to do when he tells me and he'll beat me because I'm stupid."

"Tuti, you are NOT stupid, you are a very clever girl, you are pretty and kind and lots of nice men would like to marry you, I would be happy if you were my wife," I told her.  "Will you marry me?" she asked.  "I'd love to sweetie but I am already married," I said.  "I could be your second wife," she suggested in desperation.  "Ah . . .  it's not that simple sweetie, in my culture we're only allowed one wife, otherwise I would love to have you as my second wife," I said.  How do I get myself into these situations I thought.  I've got a seven year old who won't stop until I'm in prison and a twelve year old asking me to marry her; the world's gone mad.  "Tuti, I promise you I will do everything I can to protect you," I told her kissing her sweet forehead.  "You jump into a nice warm bath and get yourself some clean clothes whilst I make some enquiries," I told her.

I telephoned an Indonesian friend who was a lawyer.  I told him the circumstance and asked his advice.  Of course I didn't tell him I was fucking her.  He told me that her parents could do what they liked with her and Tuti had no rights and no say in the matter.  He suggested that it was probable that the man was paying the mother some money for her to use her as cheap labour, effectively he was buying a slave.  It was quite common practice especially if the child was disabled or mentally handicapped.  He suggested that the only way to stop it was to bribe the mother.  It wasn't much later when the phone rang.  It was Suja, Tuti's mother.  Her sister had telephoned her at her place of employment and told he that Tuti had run away.  She was looking for her.  I told her nothing but asked if I could come and speak to her.  Her employer was out so she agreed.

Tuti was still in the bath.  She looked so lovely soaking in the tub, her soft sallow skin covered in bubbles, her pert little titties looked like they were floating.  "Tuti, I'm just going out for a little while, I'll lock all the doors, don't let anybody in," I told her not daring to tell her I was going to see her mother who was looking for her.  "No, don't leave me I'm frightened," she begged.  "Baby, I'm going to see someone about how to help us, you stay here and you'll be safe," I told her. I went to see Suja, I told her that Tuti was with me, how frightened she was and how upset I was as things were going so well with her job at school and her being my maid.  Suja wasn't happy at having her authority challenged.  She was angry at Tuti disobeying her and angry at me harbouring her.  She argued that she was Tuti's mother and knew what was best for her.  Because Tuti was mentally handicapped she would never get a good husband and as her mother she had to get the best she could for her. I argued that she could stay with me and work at the school.  She wouldn't have it and I suspected it was because this man was paying her and she had the smell of foreign currency under her nose.

"Suja, my only concern is what is best for Tuti and I think she would have a better future as my maid, if you agree to let her stay with me I would be happy to give you say, US$100, to help you with your family," I told her.  "Thank you Mr Edward, but I think she'll be better marrying Mr Tanatu," she replied.  "How about US$200?" I offered.  She paused for thought.  "That's very kind of you but Mr Tanatu also gives her marriage," she said.  "How about US$250?" I suggested.  She paused for thought again. "I only want the best for Tuti," she said, "How about US$250 and you marry her," she suggested?  "Suja, I'm already married, you know that." I replied. "Yes, but this is a Muslim country and you can have more than one wife," she countered.  I was lost for words.  I argued a little longer but in the end she wouldn't budge.  The most I could get from her was 24 hours to think about it.

I thought about it on the drive back.  Marrying a second wife was ridiculous and marrying a twelve year old was doubly ridiculous.  I got back to the house to find Tuti wearing my robe and curled up on the sofa fast asleep.  She looked so peaceful.

I called my lawyer friend back and told him the story.  He was totally unfazed by the idea.  His attitude was marry her and divorce her.  Divorce was just a matter of saying, "I divorce you, I divorce you, I divorce you," three times.  Marrying her was similarly just a matter of signing a piece of paper in front of the mullah.  It is a different culture and different religion.  Marriage didn't give the woman anything it just made sex with children lawful in the eyes of God.  It wasn't uncommon for them to get married for eight months or a year and if the wife hadn't become pregnant in that period the contract ended and that was that.  In fact it was possible to get married for 24 hours!  A Muslim marriage was an entirely different type of commitment.  The commitment seemed to be that the husband was supposed to provide food and shelter for the wife and the wife was supposed to do everything and anything the husband told her to do.

I was starting to rationalise what was a ludicrous idea.  It's amazing how in a different setting, a different culture, and ludicrous idea can start to make sense.  In the back of my head was a little man saying don't do it; you'll be sorry.  I'd start to entertain the idea of taking her back to her mother and then I'd get a picture in my head of her crying and her mother dragging her away and this man beating her.

I looked at her curled up on the sofa.  Why was she wearing my robe?  She was obviously trying to cling onto something that smelt like security. Her little feet were up against my thigh.  I tenderly held her feet, her soft, tiny feet and little girl toes.  She started to wake and seeing me she reached up and wrapped herself around me, gripping my arm so hard it hurt.  "Tuti, I have spoke to your mother about how we can help you," I said.  She turned her face to, a look of expectation, anticipation and fear in her big black eyes still red and puffy from all the crying she'd done. I constantly had to remind myself that, in her head she was still a eight year old little girl.  "I offered your mother some money to let you stay with me, she accepted but only on condition that I marry you," I told her. "Oh, please, please Mr Edward, I'll be so good to you, please let me stay, I'll clean your house and wash your clothes, I'll be so quiet, please let me stay," she begged.  I cupped her little cheek in my hand and stroked her face.  "Sweetie, I want you to stay here with me but in my culture marriage is different and someday I will leave this country and I can't take you with me," I told her.  She started to cry, sobbing uncontrollably.  I begged her not to cry but she was inconsolable.

"Tuti, if I married you I could only do it on the basis that it was only a temporary arrangement to stop you mother taking you away," I told her.  She looked up at me her face red and wet from her tears.  "Do you understand," I asked her, "if I do this it is only to help you stay away from that man and you must accept that it is not a real marriage and nobody must know about it and you must live as my maid not my wife." Her eyes hung bringing a deep sadness to her face.  I hugged her to me, "Sweetheart, it's not because I don't love you; I love you so much, you are so pretty, so sweet, so kind.  I love you so very much but I am from a different country and in my country people are not allowed to have two wives and if any of my friends find out I would be in lots of trouble." She looked at me mournfully.  I kissed her lips tenderly.  "Do you understand how much I love you, do you understand how much I am risking for you if I do this, if anybody finds out I am in serious trouble but I am prepared to take that risk because you mean so much to me," I told her.  Her eyes lifted and she dropped her head to my chest and hugged me.  "I love you so much Mr Edward, you are so kind to me, I promise I will do anything you tell me to do and I  will live in the maids room and never tell anybody we are married," she said.  "Good girl," I told her hugging her to me.

I then left her securely locked in the house whilst I went to the office to try and cover myself there before I picked Amy up from school.  Needless to say it was difficult to concentrate on work with the bizarre events unfolding before me.  I just sat at my desk, staring at the wall until it was time to pick Amy up from school.  She school bell went and out they poured, Amy was amongst them, with a bunch of her friends, chasing each other in circles, not a care in the world.  Her hair was all over the place, she had one sock up and one sock down, she had muddy knees, she was dragging her bag along the ground.  Eventually she saw me and came running across.  Her face beaming a huge happy smile she to me and jumped into my arms giving me a huge hug.  With her soft little botty sat squarely on my palm I carried her to the car.  "How was your day?" I asked her and promptly got a blow by blow account of every detail minute by minute of the day.  I was keeping Tuti a surprise.

We got back to the house and she saw Tuti.  The two girls jumped at each other in glee as their parting ended.  Amy led Tuti by the hand to her room and they chattered away little girl talk.  I just wanted to sleep.  The whole Tuti, marriage thing was messing my head up.  I followed them into the bedroom to find them talking to their dollies or whatever little girls do with dollies.  "Tuti, why don't you help Amy get a bath and then we can get your homework done Amy?" I told them.  Without a break in their chatter they moved off to the bathroom in unison and closed the door behind them. I would normally have run to the computer to log in on the action in the bathroom but events had sapped my interest.  Instead I got myself a beer and sat down with my thoughts.

They eventually came out of the bathroom.  Amy looking sparkly clean and smelling like an April rose, we all sat at the dinning room table with her books and spent a good two hours doing her homework and revising for her next exams.  Tuti sat in awe and admiration at her little friends seemingly magic abilities to read and write and do her sums.  We had some dinner after which the girl's played ball with some other kids in the gardens.  I shouted them in after it went dark and got them changed into their night shirts.  I then settled on the sofa, watching TV, with a little girl on either arm.  "Can Tuti sleep with me tonight?" asked Amy.  "I think that would be an excellent idea," I said, "Tuti's had a difficult weekend and I think she needs a little friend to look after her," I said.  "What about you Tuti, would you like to sleep in Amy's bed?" I asked her.  With a big smile, looking around my chest to Amy, she nodded her head.  "Come, Tuti, let's go to bed," Amy said holding out her hand.  It was a good half hour before her earliest bed time but I suspected they would be frolicking Around for a while before they got to sleep.  I downed a two fingers of scotch before going to bed in the hope that I wouldn't be lying awake all night.  I checked on the girls on the way past.  They were snuggled into each other, fast asleep, not a sound from their lips.  My two little treasures.  Perhaps I should marry them both, marrying a seven year old isn't any more ridiculous than marrying a twelve year old; well, I suppose it is, I thought to myself before climbing into my pit.

Next morning I was up before the girls.  I put my head around their door enroute to the kitchen and they were sleeping soundly, like two little angels.  After a cup of tea I woke them and it wasn't long before they were chasing each other round the house.  They were like Siamese twins, joined at the hip, they went to the toilet together, cleaned their teeth together, got dressed together, all this whilst managing to talk both at the same time and have some kind of running conversation with each other.

I dropped Tuti off at her school and Amy off at hers before heading to the office.  After staring at the wall for another couple of hours I phoned Suja and told her I'd marry Tuti.  She called back with details of directions and a 4pm appointment with the Mullah.  It was tight timing picking the two girls up and getting there on time but I made it.  With some difficulty I convinced Amy to stay in the car and 15 minutes later, Tuti and I emerged as man and wife.  We'd gone into the Mullah's office, Suja was already there.  He asked if there was anything I had to give Suja before he recorded the marriage and I handed her an envelope containing US$250.  I had to pay him the equivalent of US$50 which was ten times his usual price.  He took down my details and Tuti's details in a book, filled in a marriage certificate and that was that.  The whole thing took 15 Minutes.  Tuti never said a word through the whole proceedings.  She kept moving closer to me on the bench.  She was clearly frightened of them both.

Oblivious to the trauma, Amy had them both singing in the back of the car as I drove us back to the house.  When we got back to the house Tuti reached up and pulling my head down she kissed me on the lips, "Thank you Mr Edward.  I know you have been very kind to me, I will always be grateful," she said.  That threw Amy.  "Why is Tuti kissing you, what did he do Tuti, have you got a gift, what happened?" she mumbled, confused and wondering what she'd missed.  "Nothing," Tuti replied, "Mr Edward has been very kind to me since I came her and I just like to thank him." That kind of satisfied her and she dragged Tuti off to her room.

I got myself a beer.  I was now living with seven year old who wanted to impale herself on me and a twelve year old who wanted to do anything I asked of her and my dick felt like it had been in a 24 hour cold shower.  24 hours earlier I wondered if my dick would ever go down, now I was wondering if it  would ever go up!

I pulled myself together and we all sat down to do Amy's homework and revision for her next exams.  I made us some dinner and the more wine I drank the more the world didn't seem so bad.  After dinner the girls played outside in the gardens.  I was a little ashamed of myself in perhaps making Tuti feel bad about what I'd been led into and I was waiting for a chance to get her alone and speak to her.  She was a good girl, innocent, and there was not point in her worrying or feeling guilty.

At a point in time Tuti came in to use the toilet, I spoke to her then. I held her little face in my hands and looked into her black eyes, "Tuti, I don't know how you feel about what has happened today but I want you to know that I care for you very much and my first concern is for you to be happy," I told her.  Tears, rolled down her cheeks as she hugged me.  "Sweetie what's the matter baby, don't cry," I told her.  "Mr Edward, I am so happy with you, you've been so kind to me, I will always love you and I will always try my best to repay your kindness," she told me.  "You just enjoy yourself playing with Amy; is Amy being kind to you?" I asked her.  "Yes, Amy's fun," she said, "but sometimes she wants to do naughty things." "Likewhat?" I asked.  "Sometimes, she asked if she can feel my . . .  " and she pointed to her little titties.  I laughed.  "Amy is a little girl at an age where she is very curious about things, that's normal, all children start to get curious and want to know about things that are different," I told her.  "Is it not naughty for me to let her feel me?" she asked.  "No it's not naughty, you are both little girls and you can do whatever you like, but you must remember you don't have to do anything you don't want to do, if Amy or any other girl asks you to do anything that you don't like just say you would rather not," I told her.  At that moment Amy came in looking for Tuti.  "Tuti come quickly," she shouted and off they ran.  Amy was something else, I thought to myself, yes all kids are curious but she seemed to be steamrolling through the boundaries.

As bedtime approached they returned, and I pointed them to the bathroom. They stripped off in the bedroom and walked naked to the bathroom.  The sight of their naked bodies showed the contrast between Tuti's developing shapes and Amy's straight lines.  Tuti's little hips and round bottom, Amy's melon cheeks.  The thought of them playfully exploring each others body revived my spirits.  I slipped into the study to watch 'bathroom cam'. They were both in either ends of the bath chattering away.  It was one of those baths with the taps in the middle so they could both lay back.  Amy was sat with her back to the camera, I see just her head and tops of her shoulders.  Tuti was sat the other end her lovely titties resting on top of the water looked like they floated.  I wondered what their feet were doing?

Tuti was asking Amy about her parents. "I don't think they love each other," she said, "dad sleeps in the spare room.  I don't know if their normal parents, they give me all the things and they're not strict with me.  Some of my friends parents won't let them have boyfriends in their bedrooms but my mom doesn't care." "Do they love you?" asked Tuti.  "I think they do, dad spoils me a little I suppose," she said.

Amy stood up bringing the round melon globes of her bottom into camera view.  "I need a wee.  I'm going to wee in the bath," she said.  "No, you are not!" replied Tuti, "I'm in here to get clean, I don't want to be smelling of wee." "Too late, it's coming," taunted naughty Amy.  "I'll tell Uncle Edward," threatened Tuti.  "You tell on me and I'll tell him you love him," countered Amy.  "You can tell him I don't care," said Tuti as she reached for the side to lift herself out of the bath.  Tuti stepped out shaking her head at Amy standing there pissing into the water.  "You're so naughty," said Tuti.  "It's not naughty," countered Amy, "How can weeing be naughty?" "You're supposed to wee on the toilet," said Tuti.  "It's only water," replied Amy.  Tuti passed Amy a towel and whilst they both dried off I resumed my spot on the sofa.  They put on their nightdresses and joined me to watch TV one either side snuggled into my chest.

A short time later there was a knock at the door.  First thing that came into my head was that I was sat with two nearly naked little girls.  "Quickly girls, run to your rooms and put some panties on," I told them.  I opened the door and it was a man who introduced himself as me new neighbour from across the hallway.  He invited me over for an introductory drink.  I told him I'd be over shortly.  I told the girls where I was going and to get to bed before 9pm.  "Do we have to keep our panties on, " asked Amy.  "I think you should wear panties around the house, but you can take them off when you go to bed," I suggested.

My new neighbours were German, in their late 30s.  His name was Heinz and she was Helga.  He was a chemist.  They had a fourteen year old daughter, Eva, who was sat in a wheelchair.  Her head was to one side and her hands were bent inwards.  She either didn't notice me come in or didn't care; she just gazed at the TV.  Helga explained that she had been born with some disability the name of which she gave me in German but which basically came down to kind of degeneration of the part of her brain which managed the motor functions of her body.  So that she couldn't control her muscle movements even down to she couldn't talk.  Her brain was normal but was trapped in a paralysed body.  As she'd never been able to communicate it was difficult to know how she felt.  She was able to express feelings like she would laugh when tickled or get agitated when she was hungry or uncomfortable.  I explained my situation or a sanitised version of my situation and I explained the functioning of the complex; communal pool, BBQ etc.  They seemed like a nice couple.  After a few beers I made my excuses to leave.  "Eva, say good bye to Edward," said Helga.  I went to her and shook her hand, she made a sort of smiley face.  Such a shame, a pretty fourteen year old girl, trapped in wheelchair.  She looked to have a half decent body.  Unencumbered by a bra, her nice size pair of tits sported sticky-out nipples pushing her shirt forward.  I wondered if her disability prevented her from feeling sexual pleasure.  Shame really, she had a very poor quality of life.

By the time I got back to my house Tuti and Amy were sound asleep, tucked up in bed together.

The next day went by.  The girls were happy with school.  Tuti was enjoying the experience, Amy was coping with her exams.  They were definitely enjoying each others company.  They chased each other, giggled together, had secret whispers together, generally enjoying each other's company.  I was enjoying lots of erotic moments, flashes of pussy was common.  Full frontal nudity was becoming a common event.  Both girls were totally at ease being naked in front of each other and with me.  In fact Amy seemed to prefer being naked, getting her kit off at the slightest opportunity.  The vista was great but no real opportunities to get one of them alone for some 'nooky'.

Time was slipping by.  Sarah was due back on Sunday.  I might never get this kind of opportunity again.  I made up my mind during the day that they'd have to be knocked out with a sleeping tablet.  That evening Tuti announced that she'd been asked to baby sit on the next evening for one of the teachers at her school.  The teacher had offered to take her home with her after school and she would stay overnight.  She offered to pay Tuti for the baby sitting.  It was small money but Tuti wanted to do it and was asking my permission.  Of course I gave it.  That was my opportunity to get a little one on one with Amy.  They'd had their bath and we watched TV together.  About an hour before bedtime I made them a drink of hot chocolate and slipped them a tablet each.  I timed it so that they would be awake to go to the toilet before they went to bed and the tablet would have them out cold an hour or so later, preventing them from waking by my prodding and poking.  Come 9pm they were starting to yawn so I packed them off watching them both enter the bathroom together and then leave together.


It was all I could do to keep my hands off my dick whilst I waited for the hour to tick by.  I enjoyed a glass of scotch whilst pacing up and down, occasionally sneaking a peek in on them for a preview my desert.  I stripped off and slipped into my robe.  My dick was rock hard and already leaking pre-cum.  They lay on their sides with Amy snuggled tight into Tuti's back.  I sat on the bed next to Amy like I was about to kiss her good night, just in case one of them woke.  I stroked Amy's face and she didn't stir.  I shook her shoulder, careful not to shake Tuti whom I knew, being bigger, would not be in as deep a sleep.  Amy still didn't wake.  I carefully peeled Amy away from Tuti rolling her onto her back.  She looked so peaceful, so pretty, her lips parted slightly, her breathing unperceivable.  I leant forward and placed my lips to hers, feeling the velvet texture of her skin on my lips, smelling her little baby girl smell. I slid my tongue between her lips and touched tongue tips.  Kissing her mouth, I slid my hand under the sheets, down her chest and onto her soft, puffy vulva; she slept on.  Peeling the sheets back I exposed her white, soft, puffy, vulva, her perfect little 'V'.  I slid a finger up her slit, feeling the heat and damp of her inner sex.  I slid my finger up and down her slit feeling the softness of her inner skin, encouraging her juices to flow.  I pushed the tip of my finger in her hole, just a little and savoured the feeling of her soft, hot, tight tube.  The tablet had worked.
I contemplated what I would do with her.  In reality I had detailed the agenda in my head during the past two hours but there was no harm in reviewing it.  I was going to carry her to my bed and lay her on her back.
After a detailed internal examination, I was going to take some digital photos to remember her in the future.  I was then going to dine on seven year old pussy.  I was then going to turn her over and give that rear entrance a thorough examination before attempting a rear entry. 

I lifted her from her bed.  She was like a rag doll hanging from my arms. I carried her to my bed and lay her on her back,.  I covered her face with a light weight sheet to protect her from the light.  I wanted good lighting to reveal every detail, every fold, every nook and cranny.  Kneeling on the floor in front of her, I lifted her knees up and let them naturally fall apart.  Her supple seven year old girl hips allowing her legs to lay wide open, house on the bed.  Her legs parted widely opened her little girl pussy slightly to reveal a pink interior.  I knelt in he get my first smell of her sex before eating.  Breathing in deeply her little girl sex, light, airy, delicate, a mixture of her own natural body odour, little girl hormonal sex juice and ammonia.  I traced the tip of my tongue along her slit breathing in her smell across my tongue to get all the flavours of her sex.  It was a heady cocktail.  With a hand either side of her vulva, I parted her lips, obscenely widening her sex, exposing her inner depths to my view.  Her little clit, a pinkie white colour stood out ever so slightly from it's hood.  Her hole was open more than a half inch, enough to see an inch or so into her love tube.  Her tube was sufficiently wet to catch the light.  Her perineum so thin, so vulnerable.  I must be careful not to hurt her, I thought to myself.  Her little puckered rose bud beneath, my desert. I wanted to eat her, I mean really eat her.

I dropped onto her like a ravenous wolf, sucking, licking, chewing.  Savouring her taste, her texture, picturing the tucks and folds with my tongue.  I pushed my tongue deep into her tight hole.  I desperately wanted to feel her cervix on my tongue, I just couldn't reach.  I examined my work, My tongue fucking had widened her hole.  I placed the head of my knob at her front door.  I'd planned to lube her with the vielle but so much pre-cum was oozing out of me it seemed unnecessary.  Holding my shaft I painted her hole with pre-cum.  The more I painted the more my balls shoved up more pre-cum.  It glistened in the light.  I pushed forward and the head slid in her tight tube.  The sight of the head of my dick in here seven year old love hole was incredible.  I reached for the camera and clicked away from every angle including a couple of blind shots from beneath my balls.  I rocked slowly sliding in and out in movements of less than an inch.  Sliding my dick in her tight tube I could feel every nerve end sensing her soft, tight folds.  Fighting back to urge to fill her cunt with sponk I had to pull out.  I didn't want to leave her with sponk dripping from her all night and I didn't want to make her pussy sore, that was for tomorrow.  My dick was throbbing, my balls aching to unload their contents. My heart pounding, I rested for a moment.  I then gently rolled her over onto her stomach pulling her down the bed so that her legs hung over the side, bringing her little botty over the edge of the bed.

I stroked her perfect, soft, round, little girl globes, so soft, so perfect.  With a hand on either side I parted her cheeks to reveal her little pink rosebud.  I perfect shade of pink accentuated by the porcelain white of her bottom.  I could see the tight folds of her sphincter bunched together ensuring the door was closed.  I knew she'd bathed earlier.  I wanted to feel her rosebud on my tongue but I wanted to taste sex not shit. I knelt in for a smell.  The smells was a mixture of little girl and bubble bath with just a hint of the brown stuff.  Maybe I was imagining it, I thought to myself.  Either way it was sufficient to put me of testing her texture with my tongue and so I moved in.  Soft little girl sphincter on my tongue, the taste of tight muscle.  I pushed my tongue at her back door testing it's ability to keep out intruders.  I couldn't get my tongue deeper than a couple of millimetres inside but that was OK, I expected that and I didn't want to get it inside I just wanted to feel the resistance.

Placing my dick in the crack of her arse I ran the head up and down coating her rectum with a mixture of pre-cum and little girl juice.  Rubbing my finger in the pre-cum I placed it at her back door and slowly pushed in up he the first knuckle.  Wow, she was tight, that muscle was strong.  My brain drew a picture of her soft, sticky, dark interior from the message sent to it from the tip of my finger.  I took some more lewd photos.

I got the vielle lotion.  I would have liked to have penetrated her without artificial lubricant but I had to do all I could to prevent damage.  I applied a generous coating to her anus and rectal passage.  The vielle allowed me to get my finger inside up the hilt.  I explored the inside of her rectum.  I could sense the heat, the sticky contents.  There were no brown stains on my finger so I wasn't sure whether what I could feel was shit or turd lube.  Either way it was gloriously obscene.  I brought my throbbing, pre-cum pumping, purple head to the entrance of her back door and pushed.  It wouldn't go in, it slid in every direction other that in. I finger fucked her some more hoping that would loosen her and tried again. Holding the tip of my dick with both hands so that there was no way for it to slide other than in I pushed and the head shot in, her sphincter muscle Clam ping down behind the rim of the head of my dick.  I couldn't move.  Her hole was stretched and didn't look like it wanted stretching any further. I rocked in imperceptible motions of less that a quarter inch but the feeling of her sphincter clamped behind the rim of the head of my dick was mind blowing.  Her sphincter encircled the most sensitive part of my throbbing members and was ministering indescribable pleasure.  It was all too much, I wanted it to last forever but nature took control as the legions of little sperms swam for their lives along my shaft and into her rectum.  My knob throbbed as it punched each load inside her.  Each throb stretching her hole a bit more.  I was in heaven, all my dreams come true, empty my balls in the arse of a pretty seven year old was more than I'd ever expected.  I grabbed the camera to record the momentous event.  I clicked away from every angle and until my dick shrivelled and popped out of her arse.  As my dick left her rectum, her sphincter close the door slowly, her little hole remaining open for seconds before closing tight.  I was hoping that
sphincter would it would keep the contents inside, I didn't want her waking up with sticky goo between her legs and asking awkward questions.

I knelt there looking at the possibilities before me and played with the idea of more.  Her abused hole wasn't bleeding or torn.  It looked at little pink but I reckoned I should quit whilst I was ahead, considering that I had managed to anally fuck a seven year old without injury.  I got a bowl of warm water and face cloth from the bathroom and washed her genitalia.  I then gently applied some analgesic cream to her rectum hoping that would sooth any soreness.  Turning her over I checked her breathing which seemed fine.  I carried her to her bed and tucked her in.  I then returned to the lounge for a night cap and review of the photos.  Wow, the photos were great, in themselves they were enough to provide a lifetime of masturbatory pleasure.  Before going to bed I checked the girls again, and checked for leakage from Amy's by wiping a tissue over her bottom.  Satisfied, I retired to my bed.

I awoke with a hand stroking my dick and a little face nuzzled into my neck; it was Tuti.  I checked the clock, it was 6am.  "Where's Amy?" I asked.  "She's sleeping, I've locked the door," she said as she climbed over to straddle my body.  She sat up on me and holding my shaft at the entrance to her little love tube she gently lowered herself on to me, sliding down in one continuous motion until our pubic bones met.  Impaled on my meat, with her eyes closed and biting her bottom lip, she rocked backwards and forwards in a slow deliberate rhythm.  So much for foreplay I thought.  I squeezed her soft little titties, pinching her nipples bringing her added pleasure.  I could feel a deliberate push on the down strokes like she was trying to increase her pleasure from my knob pushing up against her cervix.  She obviously needed a good shagging, I'd never thought of her as someone who might be driven by lust.  "Is that nice sweetie?" I asked her.  "Oh yes, it feels soooooo good," she replied.  "Baby, have you remembered to keep taking your birth control tablets?" I asked.  She opened her eyes.  "I didn't take them at the weekend, I forgot to take them with me," she replied.  I held her hips stopping her.  "Honey, I can't cum inside you now you've messed up the tablets, I might get you pregnant," I told her.  "What can we do?," she asked as she continued to wriggle her hips trying to maintain the pleasure.  "I could cum in your mouth or your bottom," I told her.  "OK," she said as she resumed her strokes.

I don't know if she understood what I'd said or cared, she just wanted to come.  "Sweetie, you try and come as quickly as you can and I'll try and hang on as long as possible," I told her.  Her rhythm increased in speed and force and she started crashing down on me.  I slid my hand round the soft round globes of her arse and rubbed my digit over the little puckered rosebud.  I ran my finger along her perineum and around the base of my shaft scooping up some little girl goo and bringing it to her back door.  I held my finger there so that it entered her rectum on her down strokes, digging in a little deeper each time until my finger was inches deep up her bum.  My brain painted picture of the hot sticky depths of her rectum, her tight sphincter gripping my finger, the folds and creases of her tube, the softness, the sticky wetness.  The thought of pumping sponk deep into her colon was bringing me on too quickly and I quickly change the subject in my head.  She was now totally in a another place, her hips grounding her clit into my pubic bone, She was in control, she knew what she liked and she knew how to get it.  "Oh that feels sooooo good sweetie," I told her "Fuck me harder, get my dick right up inside you, let me feel you come on me baby." That was it, she crashed down on me and held herself there and grabbing her mouth to muffle the screams she climaxed.  I could feel her tight tube pulsating on my shaft.  She wriggled her hips just slightly so that her cervix massage my helmet.  I could feel the sperm making its way to my shaft.  In one continuous move I lifted her little body straight off my dick and holding the shaft I brought her back down this time my dick sliding straight up her back passage.  It happened so quickly that her sphincter had no time to react, I was in there before it could tighten shut.

Oooooh the feeling, her sphincter gripped my shaft like a tourniquet trapping the blood inside my engorged shaft.  She supported herself with her hands on my chest, her face was contorted as she grimaced under the discomfort as my fat pole invaded her arse.  I got about three wonderful strokes off before erupting inside her bowels.  I pumped the contents of my balls into her tube, painting the inside of her colon with my man juice.  I wanted to leave it in there forever but I didn't want to cause my sweet heart too much distress, there would be plenty of other occasions to tune her into the mysteries of anal pleasure, I didn't want to turn her off for life.  Lifting her I watched her rise from my hips, my shaft sliding from her arse, love juice dripping from her still climaxing cunt.  She rolled off to the side.  We kissed.  "Was that nice sweetie?" I asked her.  "Yes, I've been thinking about it for days," she replied.  "Did I hurt your little botty?" I asked.  She grimaced a little and felt behind her with hand probing to feel if there was any damage, "No, but it was just a bit uncomfortable," she said.  "I'm sure I'll get used to it, I want to please my husband," she said smiling at me before kissing my lips.  "Good girl," I said as I reached around her and gently stroked her sore bottom.  "I want you to please me but you must tell me if you don't like anything we do, it would make me very unhappy if we did something you didn't like because I also want to please you," I said.  She smiled and kissed me again, "I
promise," she said hugging me.  "You go and wake Amy and get ready for school," I told her and she skipped off.

I got them both sorted for their day.  Tuti would be away until the following evening so she sorted herself out with extra underwear and whatever else she needed.  I looked at Amy in her little school uniform, her little white cotton socks and I contemplated what we might do tonight on our night alone together.

I spent a large part of the day planning different scenarios with Amy. I wanted sex with her, I wanted her awake and aware, I wanted to see the expression on her face and I wanted her not to feel like she'd been abused or used or that we'd done something wrong.  All that was probably impossible and I'd have to find a compromise.  I picked her up at 3.30pm. Little seven year olds in school uniform are a very sexy sight, but after a days hard play with grubby knees and dishevelled hair, they look particularly sexy, I thought.

By the time I'd gotten us back to the house I had decided I was going to keep her in her school uniform for as long as possible, maybe I could work out a way to fuck her whilst she still wore the uniform.  I also wanted the unwashed little girl smell.  I sat her down at the table and we went through her homework and revisions schedule.  Leaning over her I drunk in the smell from her hair.  There must be special scent glands in hair, there's a definite thickness to the body scent which comes fro the hair.  I watched her little legs swung over the side of the chair, her little white cotton socks shabbily rolled down onto her sandals.  I speculated on what was inside her little white cotton panties, what had the day delivered, some yellow staining at least, I thought.  After finishing her homework and our evening meal she asked if she could go out and play with the other children in the gardens.  "Good idea sweetie, you might as well get those knees a bit dirtier before your bath," I said and off she skipped. 

I watched them play from the window.  Running and chasing, rolling in the grass.  At a point in time Amy was rolling around with a little boy on top of her and my mind drifted to her tales of Robert.  Oh, how I'd love to watch her being soundly fucked by a ten year old, I thought.  The door bell went, it was eight thirty, who could that be, I thought to myself.  It was Heinz my new neighbour.  He told me that his wife had called him, she had a small accident in the car and had to go tot the police station to make a statement.  She wasn't injured just a little distressed and he asked me if I could look after Eva for an hour whilst he went and sat with his wife.  I told him it would not be a problem, I was going nowhere and he shouldn't rush back.  He went away and returned moments later pushing Eva in her wheelchair.  "She'll be no trouble, just sit her in front of the TV," he told me and off he went.

I pushed Eva over to the TV and found some cartoons for her.  Her head twitched occasionally and she grunted a few noises.  How aware was she?  I wondered.  I looked into her face and smiled, she appeared to looked back. She was quite pretty, bright blue eyes, blond hair, a little chubby but had a reasonable fourteen year old figure.  She was wearing a sort of full length dress, cotton with flowers on, it was like one of those gowns worn in hospital that tie at the back.  Her wheelchair was not standard, it had smaller wheels and cushioned sides and something underneath.  I examined it and there was clip on the side.  I unclipped and pulled it out, it was a bowl, the chair was a type of Kermode.  The bowl was empty but it had a smells of mixture of urine and disinfectant.  Her dress was loose and I could see down the front.  She had a nice cleavage.  I knelt in front of her and smiling at her I stroked her face again.  It seemed to licit some type of response, she sought of wiggled a bit.  I placed a hand on her knee and got no response.  Looking into her face for response I pushed her dress up to mid thigh.  Still no response.  I stroked her bare leg and she continued to stare at the cartoons with the occasional twitch.  I slid my Hand slowly up the inside of her thigh feeling the damp heat increase as I progressed.  I eventually reached her bush.  It was a full bush, not a forest just full, full enough to feel hair and no skin.

I gently lifted her dress to get a peek at what I was touching.  It was a mousy brown colour and covered all signs of what lay beneath.  I got up, locked the door and closed the curtains.  Resuming my place in front of her I gently pushed her knees apart and slid my hand between her legs.  Searching through her bush, following the heat, my finger found her wet slit.  She jumped as my finger slid between her lips.  I held it there for a while, she turned her head to look at me, a sort of half puzzled look on her face. I started to rub my finger along her slit, backwards and forwards, sliding in her juice.  Her eyes started fluttering.  I found her clit and gently massaged it.  She moaned, her eyes were white as the blue circles disappeared up into her head.  I slid down and pushed into her tight wet hole and came up against her hymen.  I slowly and gently finger fucked her,
exploring every part of her virgin genitalia with my finger.  She started moaning and twitching and drooling as her body awoke to discover new feelings.  Juice flowed from her hole like a damn just burst as she gurgled on her drooling.  Her right leg went into a spasm as she climaxed and as she climaxed I pushed my finger dangerously deeper into her hole, stretching and testing the resilience of her hymen.  I don't know what was going on in her head but there was no doubt that she'd felt her first orgasm.  I probed beneath her and found her little rosebud which was plenty slippy from little girl goo.  I slid my finger inside and up to the hilt  and was surprised how easy it was.  I wondered what she would do at the sight of a cock?

Standing in front of her I unfolded the angry snake from my pants.  She seemed to be looking at it but without any expression.  I moved forward and got not response.  My dick was throbbing and pre-cum was oozing out.  I rubbed the tip of my dick along her lips rubbing the pre-cum into the drool.  Her tongue came out to taste the it like she was being fed a new dish.  I wanted to slide my dick into her mouth but couldn't risk her thinking it was sausage and biting the end off.  There was something about her being disabled yet able to feel sex that was a massive turn on for me and I wanted to unload my balls in her and had little time.  I couldn't risk braking her hymen and explaining the blood.  I wondered if she could take it up the arse.  I pushed her into the bedroom and lifting her from her chair I laid her face down on the bed with the legs over the side.  Her soft, round, plump fourteen year old bottom was dick height as I knelt behind her.  I parted her cheeks to expose her little pink rosebud.  I would have loved to have savoured the moment, to have explored her secrets and tasted her sex but time was against me.  I lined up the purple head of my steel rod at the back door and pushed past her fourteen year old sphincter.  I could feel her muscles tighten around the invading pole.  She let out a whimper, difficult to say whether from pain or joy.  She was wet and I slid in quite easily.  I started slowly and carefully pumping her little arse.  Slowly pumping deeper and deeper until my balls were slapping at her fanny.  Oooh, so tight, so wet, so soft, so erotically dirty.  I wondered what was going on in her head, was she frightened, was she in pain, was she getting pleasure.  It wasn't long before the sperm rose from my balls and exploded inside her rectum.  It occurred to me that this was the second time in one day that I'd emptied my load into a little girls arse and the day wasn't over.  Draining my sack inside her colon I stopped to savour the moment.  I looked at my dick sticking out of her arse, throbbing as the last drops of semen deposited the spermatozoa inside to join their buddies to make the long swim up her colon.  Pulling from her I watched as some sponk ran out of her hole before it closed tight shut.

My heart was pounding at the thought of Heinz or Amy knocking o the door before I'd cleaned away the evidence.  Leaving her there I went to the bathroom and got a face towel and bowl of warm water to clean her up.  I washed her genitalia making sure I washed away the tell tale smell of her sex.  Clean and dried I sat her back in her chair and wheeled her to the TV. I checked my watch, and it had been about 35 minutes since Heinz left us.  I checked Eva, looking into her face for any signs or expressions giving any clue of anything.  Her face looked a bit worn out.  I got a fresh face cloth and washed her face.  That seemed to brighten her up.  I made her a drink of orange and laced it with a decent shot of vodka, thinking that might relax her should she be feeling stressed at having her arse reamed.  I held the glass to her lips and carefully tilted it.  She seemed to recognise what was happening and sipped at the liquid.  She was halfway through the glass when the door rattled as someone was trying to get in.  I'd forgotten to unlock the door.  I opened the door, it was Amy.

"Why's the door locked?  Who's that?" she said.  "That's Eva, she's the daughter of my next door neighbour they've asked me to look after her for an hour," I replied.  "Why is she in that chair?" she asked as she walked round in front of Eva to check her out.  "She can't walk," I told her.  "Why can't she walk?" she asked.  "Because her muscles don't work properly," I explained.  "Why don't her muscles work properly?" she asked.  I didn't want to discourage her curiosity but this conversation wasn't going anywhere I thought to myself.  "I'm not sure, you can ask her Mom when she comes," I told her and left her peering into Eva's face whilst I got Amy a drink of orange also with a shot of vodka.  Amy buzzed around Eva trying to get some response from her and again she seemed to know what was going on but didn't have the motor control functions to attempt any kind of play with Amy.  Heinz came back about 15 minutes later and I allowed him to think that Amy had been playing with Eva the whole time he'd been away.  He wheeled Eva back leaving me feeling quite confident I'd gotten away with it and wondering if I might get anther shot at her in the future.  I wondered how she'd feel now that she knew the capabilities of her magic box.  Her hormones would flow and she'd want relief but wouldn't have the usual recourse to masturbation to satisfy herself?  Shame.


To be continued 




