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 8 THE STORY OF THE MAGIC BUTTON

Kids love stories.  They have a fantastic imagination and stories can take into another world which is preposterous to adults but very real to them.

"Before I start my story, you must promise me you will never tell anybody about anything I tell you, this is a true story and it's a secret story handed down to me from my great, great, great many greats grandfather. Do you promise?" I asked sternly.

"I promise," Amy replied timidly.

With her snuggled into my chest I started my story. . . . . . . . . . 
once upon a time, a long time ago live a little girl named Amy.  . . . . 
She looked up at me.  "Yes, her name was Amy also," I said. . . . . . . .
Amy was seven years old and she lived with her mommy whose name was Mary.

They lived in a little cottage I the middle of a forest.  When Amy was still a baby, her daddy had been killed by the trolls that inhabit the  forest.  . . . . . .

"What are trolls?" she asked.

"Just listen and you'll find out," I replied

I continued with the story. . . . . . . . ."Amy's mommy and daddy were poor people and had built a house in the forest because they had no money to buy land in the village.  Amy's dad had cleared the trees and built some huts for the animals and sowed some crops so that they had food.  In those days the forest was a dangerous place during the dark hours. Trolls slept in caves during the day and hunted at night.  Trolls were a scary creature, half animal / half human.  They had big sharp teeth and hair all over their bodies.  They were only small but were very strong and their favourite food was people, especially favourite to them was children.  People living in the forest had to keep their doors locked at night.  When Amy was still a baby her dad had been coming home late one night and the trolls had captured him and eaten him.  Since then life had been hard for Amy and her mum.  They had no money and very little food.  Amy's mum decided she must find some work to earn some money".
 
"One day she left Amy to walk to the Castle and look for work.  The castle was the other side of the forest, it was more than two hours walk to get there.  She returned to the cottage later that day and told Amy the good news; she'd got a job at the castle in the kitchens.  Mary would go to work during the week and Amy would have to look after the animals and crops. Amy was a little worried about being alone all day, the nearest house was her uncle's house which was 30 minute walk away but she knew they needed money.  The next day Mary got up early and walked to work at the castle and walked home later that day.  After a week Amy's mum was very tired of walking for four hours each day backwards and forwards to the castle.  Mary spoke to Amy asking her if she would be brave enough to stay by herself the whole of the week whilst her mom slept at the castle during the week and came home at weekends".

"Amy was scared of staying in the cottage alone at night but could see her mommy was very tied so she agreed.  At the castle was a magician called Merlin.  Amy's mother told Merlin about her daughter being alone and asked him if he could help her.  Merlin told Mary he'd think about what he could do and she should come back to see him at the end of the week before she went home.  On the Friday Mary went to see Merlin.  Merlin gave Mary a magic button.  Merlin told Mary that Amy should rubbed the button with her finger and it would make her invisible to everybody including trolls.  To remain invisible she must have the button next to her skin.  He suggested that she keep the button hidden at all times and if she heard the trolls coming to rub it and she would be invisible to them.  Mary took the magic button home to Amy that evening and they tried it out.  Sure enough Amy became invisible when she rubbed the button". . . . . . . .

At this point I got up to refresh our drinks.  "Don't stop," cried Amy,
"I want to know what happened to the little girl!" She followed me into the kitchen tugging at my robe.  "Tell me!  Tell me!" she demanded.

"Go and sit nicely," I told her, "and I'll come back quickly." I poured us a drink.  I like my little girls with full bladders. 

Returning to the story . . ."Amy worked with the animals and crops during the day and at night she would lock all the doors and windows, snuggle in bed and rub her magic button.  She did this each day but soon encountered a problem.  When she fell asleep her hand would open and the magic button would fall out.  She needed to have the button next to her skin all night.  She thought and thought about where she could put the button so that she could reach it with her finger and it would stay next to her skin."

"Where could she put the button?" I asked Amy.

Finger on her lips she thought.  "I don't know," she replied.

"How about in her mouth?" I suggested.

She thought, "No, she might swallow it," she replied.

"Good girl," I responded.  "How about under her arm?" I suggested.

She thought again.  "No it could fall out of there," she said.

"So where could she put the magic button, so that she could reach it and it wouldn't fall out?" I asked.

She thought again, "I don't know," she replied.  "So where did she hide the magic button?"

I leant down and cupped her ear to whisper to her, "She hid the magic button inside her willie," I told her.

She looked at me, her little mouth agape.  I could see her thinking.  The realisation, that it WAS a good hiding place.  Putting her hand to her mouth she giggled at the thought.

I continued the story. . . . . . .  "She hid it just inside her willie, thinking that she could easily reach it with her finger and that if the trolls captured her they would never look there.  As the week went by everything was working fine.  Each night she would lock up and go to bed and she would slide her finger just inside her willie to rub the magic button.  On Friday, the day her mommy was due home she decided to take out the magic button from her willie.  It was stuck, it wouldn't come out.  What had she done, she was so worried.  When her mommy came home she told  her mommy all about it and her mommy had a look.  The button had attached itself to Amy's body and would not come out.  Mary comforted Amy telling her not to worry and that she would take her to see Merlin the magician on Monday".

"On Monday morning Amy and her mommy got up early and walked to the  castle together.  Amy was very worried.  At the castle Mary took Amy to see Merlin.  Merlin was very busy and Amy had to wait outside his rooms when Mary went to work.  After a short while Merlin opened the door to let Amy  in.  Merlin was a wise old man.  He was tall and slim with a long grey beard.  He had a kind face and a nice smile.  He liked little children and he made Amy feel less frightened.  Amy told Merlin what she had done and that the button was stuck.  Merlin told her he need to have a look and asked her to take off her panties and lay on a large sofa at the side of the room.  Merlin sat besides Amy and smiled at her.  Her told her that he needed to lift her legs apart and open her willie to have a look inside.  He told her that he had magic in his fingers and so she might feel a little tingling.  He lifted Amy's skirt and raised her legs at the knee and parted them.  Amy felt his fingers touching inside her willie and she felt little tingles.  She could feel him rubbing the button and rubbing other parts of her willie making her feel tingly".

"Examination over, he lowered her dress and told her to put her panties back on.  He told her what a clever girl she was, that hiding the magic button inside her willie was an excellent idea and that the magic button was so comfortable that it had moulded itself into becoming a part of her body.  That was a good thing because she'd always have it with her. He also told her that the magic button had other magical properties.  It had healing properties so that if she ever scratched or cut her finger she  could rub it on the magic button and it would heal it.  And, because the magic button was just next to her wee-wee, her water would also catch some of the magic when it passed nearby.  He explained to her that if someone cut themselves and put some of her wee on that cut it would heal the cut but the magic healing properties would only stay in the wee whilst it was  still warm".

"Amy was just happy that she hadn't damaged the magic button or damaged herself.  She went home with her mommy that night and went to bed secure and happy that she had a magic button to protect her".  . . . .

"And, do you know," I said, "because Amy hid the button inside her  willie and it stayed there all her life.  When she grew up and had babies, her daughters had a button inside their willie.  Their button didn't make them invisible but it did make them feel tingly when they rubbed it.  And, over the years all girls have been born with a button.  It's no longer magic but it's still there," I told her.

Pausing for thought, "I haven't got a button," she said, slurring her speech as the vodka kicked in.

"Yes, you do," I told her.

"Where?" she asked.

"It should be just inside, you should be able to feel it with your finger," I told her.

She bent her knees and splayed them apart to give herself access to her pussy and dug her fingers inside searching for a button.  I could see her little head trying to see in her minds eye what her finger felt and trying to find anything that felt like a button.  She craned her head forward in a vain attempt to see inside.  My dick was now rock hard and trying to reach outside my robe as I watched my little seven year old sweet heart finger fuck herself.  Her podgy little fingers urgently digging into her hole.  "I can't find a button," she said.

"Shall I show you where it is?" I offered.  I knelt in front of her and  pushed her knees down into the sofa to open her legs as wide as they'd go. Her lily-white pussy right in front of my face.  Her legs splayed open to near right angles to her hips had caused her pussy lips to part slightly, exposing the soft, delicate, damp, pink interior.  With a thumb either side of her vulva I parted her labia lips.  My mind raced as my brain tried to burn into my memory every detail of her anatomy; her little clit and it's hood, her urethra, her little love hole beneath, so small and tight.  With a thumb either side of the hood of her clit I squeezed gently to reveal her little clit.  "There it is!" I said.

She craned her head to get a good look.  "That's not a button," she said.

"It was called a button but it wasn't a button like you sew on your shirt, silly," I admonished.  "It was just button size and over the years, it has evolved into this".  I told her lightly probing her little clittie with the index pad of my finger.  "Years ago Amy would rub it gently," I said and as I said it I gently  massaged Amy's clitoris.  "You try," I suggested.  I held her labia lips open and watched as she massaged her clit with her podgy little fingers.  I yearned to shove my tongue up her hole whilst she frigged her little clittie button.  My  dick, still throbbing, had now escaped the confines of my robe, pre-cum dripping from the end to the floor below.  Amy hadn't noticed, being too engrossed in her feelings and a little fuzzy from the vodka.

"Are you still a little sore honey?  Shall I put some more cream on your willie before you go to bed?  " I offered.

"Yes, please," she mumbled.  She didn't look sore to me, the pinkness had gone, so, instead of the analgesic, I returned with the vielle.  In the seconds that I'd been away, the booze had taken over and she'd nodded off. Her legs still wide open, her little finger still on her button in her obscenely exposed pussy.

I lifted her hand and parting her lips I ran my tongue up her slit and positioning my lips around her little clit I sucked form it like it was a little nipple.  She moaned, the pleasure seemingly getting through the haze of booze.  I brought her knees up and pulled her down a little to bring her love hole and little rosebud into view.  With a spot of vielle on my finger I slowly massaged up and down her slit, dipping into her hole.

With heavy eyes and only half conscious, she sniggered, "You have magic  fingers like Merlin," she said.

Massaging in little circles around and over her clit, "Why do you think I have magic fingers sweetie?" I asked.

"Because it's tingly," she replied.  "Is it still a little sore sweetie, shall I put on some more cream?" I asked.

"Yes, more cream," giggled the tiddly toddler

Squirting a line along her slit, I massaged it in and down into her hole. Turning my hand palm up I slid my middle finger into her hole curling it up to massage her 'G' spot.  "Is that where it hurts, where I should rub the cream sweetie?" I asked.

"I think it's a bit further in," she replied.

Sliding my finger in up the second knuckle I slowly finger-fucked her tight, wet hole with my right hand whilst massaging her clit with the thumb on my left hand.  Her head rolled around like she was trying to make sense of what she was feeling.  Her hole gripped my finger like a clamp.  The feeling of her smooth warm seven year old baby fuck tube was mind blowing. "How's that feel sweetie?" I asked.

"Feels tinnnnnnnggggggggly," she sang.  The lubricant caused her pussy to shine and glisten under the light.

Deciding I'd gone too far already I pulled from her.  "No, don't stop! I need more cream!" she pleaded.

"You'll be fine now sweetie, come let's get you to bed, " I said.  I lifted her up to my chest, her head on my shoulder, her arms and legs automatically wrapping themselves around my waist.  Cupping her soft little bottom I could feel the heat emanating from her hole.  Rocking her gently like a baby I brought my dick up flat against my stomach with the head inside the edge of my hand cupping her bottom.  Rocking her like one rocks a crying baby back to sleep, with the little jerky up and down motions I had the head of my dick pushing against her hole.  Driven by lust I lowered her body trying to impale her onto my rigid pole.  Her hole was tight and vielle was slippy and my dick slid up the front of her slit.  Her cunt lips were spread either side of my shaft.  The feeling was exquisite.  I sat back on the sofa with her legs either side of my hips, and my steel hard dick sliding between her cunt lips.  She was out for the count.  "Amy," I whispered in her ear, "The trolls are outside you must rub your magic button, " told her.

With my hand cupping her bottom I was able to slide her body up and down  my pole.  And, with her body weight on me it felt truly delicious.  "Amy," I whispered a little louder shaking her, "The trolls are outside you must rub your magic button, " I again told her.  She started to grind her hips rubbing her clit on my shaft.  "Quickly Amy rub harder!" I told her.  She started rocking quickly and rhythmically up and down my shaft.  I slid my finger between the cheeks of her arse placing my digit on her little rosebud.  I could feel it pulsating as it contracted as she pumped her magic button into my shaft.  "Good girl," I told her, "we're invisible and the trolls are going away." I slid down a little as lust drove the idea of plunging my dick into her hole.  She picked up the pace and as soon as the underside of my bell end came into contact with her sliding slit, I blew my load.  Sponk gushed out like a burst water pipe.  It kept cuming and cuming, forming a mess of slimy goo between us.  My dick pulsed and pulsed more sponk as she continued to keep us invisible from the trolls by rubbing that magic button on my hot shaft.  "Good girl," I whispered, "the trolls have gone now; go to sleep baby." She stopped to resume her slumber.

I lay there with her hot, wet, sticky body on top of me.  I lay there  for about 15 minutes, catching my breath, smelling her hair, stroking her little bottom and re-living the event in my head.  I had dreamt of this but always presumed it would remain just a dream.  After watching and waiting for so many years, suddenly I was living so many dreams.  And what more to come?

Fear suddenly washed through me as I wondered whether she would remember
what we'd done.  Somehow I had to get her into bed and cleaned up.  And she had to empty her bladder or I would run out of beds.  I carefully lifting us both of the sofa, I carried her to the bedroom.  I gently lay her lifeless little body onto the bed.  Luckily I had another rugby shirt, almost identical to the one she was wearing.

I got that and a face cloth and bowl of warm water.  I wiped the sponk from her body and dried her.  She slept soundly.  The rugby shirt she was wearing was also soaked, so I carefully cut all round it so that I could remove without waking her.  Having washed and wiped her front, I carefully turned her onto her tummy and did her back, taking time to part her but cheeks and lightly finger her tight little sphincter.  Getting the clean dry shirt on her was the trickiest.  She sort of half awoke a few times but eventually it was done.  Now I had to empty her bladder.  How do I do that? I could only hope that sitting her on the toilet seat would trip her automotive centre.  I carried her to the toilet and sat her limp body on the seat.  Her head lay on her should like her neck was broken.

"Amy, you need to wee," I told her.  She was dead to the world.  I tried  whispering then shouting with no response.  Why do they wake up when you don't want them to and won't wake when you want them to I asked myself.  OK, I thought, you won't wake up, lets see if this'll wake you and with  that I pushed a finger up her hole.  Her hole was still full of vielle and my finger slipped in without difficulty.  Maybe the smell of urine might do it I thought.  Holding her with one hand, with the other I pointed my dick at her cunt and pissed at her from the edge of the bowl.  With her body pushed back, I was able to direct the jet of piss right at her hole, my urine flushing out the vielle.  I was about to give up when suddenly pssssssssssss, her bladder opened and little girl piss issued forth.  I slipped the palm of my hand under the flow, relishing the feeling of the warm amber nectar as the smell of little girl piss rose up to my nose.  I cupped my hand and pushed up forcing her urine up into her hole and then watched it dribble out.

I towelled her dry before carrying her back to her bed.  I lay her on her side, kissed her forehead and tucked her in.  Slipping into my own bed, I drunk in the smell of little girl piss from my hand and sucking my fingers, I drifted off to sleep.  The end of a perfect day.

Next thing I knew was being dragged in from a deep sleep to the sounds of a little girl sobbing.  "Uncle Eddie, I had a bad dream, can I sleep with you?" she cried.  It was dark, somewhere in the middle of the night. Pulling the sheets back, "Never mind poppet," I said in a comforting tone, "You slide in here and snuggle with me." She jumped into my bed and snuggled into my chest, gripping my arm like I was going to run away. 

"What was the bad dream baby?" I asked.

"It was the trolls," she said, "they were coming to get me."

"But you can rub your magic button and become invisible," I told her.

"But my button isn't really magic," she replied.

"The magic button might not be real when you are awake," I said, "but the dream isn't real also, and the trolls aren't real, they are in your dream and in the dream world the magic button does work, so next time the trolls come to you in your dream you rub the magic button and you WILL be invisible."

She lay silently contemplating my words.  I felt her hand slide between her legs searching for the button.  She was soon fast asleep, just the slightest sound of tiny even breaths.  I was now wide awake, my dick was hard and I was lying next to the sweetest of honey pots.

This is hard work, I thought to myself.  How am I going to get through a week without fucking her ragged.  My only hope was Tuti getting back to help me unload my build up of hormones.  If she was here I could shag here each time I felt drawn to Amy.  I lay on my back. Amy's head was facing me, I could feel her breath on my cheek.  I could feel her chest up against my arm.  And, ughhhhh, I could feel her hand over her crotch pushed into the side of my leg.  I turned to face her.  I could smell her hair, her natural little girl scent.  I placed my lips on hers feeling the unbelievable softness of her little baby lips.  I ran the tip of my tongue along her lips savouring the clean sweet taste of innocence.

I had to get away before I did something I'd regret.  Unpeeling myself from her, I slid out of the bed, and went to her room climbing into her bed.  I eventually drifted off to sleep.

I awoke to a weight on my chest and fingers in my eyes.  "Are you awake?" she asked, peeling up my eyelids to look inside for signs of life.

"I am now," I replied.

"Why are you sleeping in my bed?" she asked.

You had a nightmare and you came into my bed," I reminded her.

"Yes, but why are you in my bed?" she again asked.

"I needed to pee and I didn't want to disturb you so I slept in your bed whilst you slept in my bed," I explained.

As my vision started to get back into focus my eyes drifted down from her face to her naked crotch which was agape as her legs straddled my chest. Her lily white, soft, puffy, pussy was inches from my face, her slit open, exposing a luscious pink damp interior.  "Stop looking at my willie," she giggled as she covered her crotch with her hand.

"I've told you before, you haven't got anything worth seeing," I told her dismissively.

"Yes, I have," she said in a haughty somewhat annoyed tone.  She removed her hand from her crotch to show that she did have something worth looking at.

"Well all I can see is flat white skin," I said, trying to sound bored.

"Yes but there's other things inside," she said in her mischievous little girl voice holding the sides of her pussy lips closed like there was something valuable and secret inside.

"Ouch," I said grasping my head with my hand.

"What is it?" she asked covering my hands with hers in concern for my pain.  "My head hurts when I see inside your thoughts," I told her.

"What do you mean?" she asked, caught with curiosity.

"Do you remember the secret story I told you last night about Merlin the magician and the little girl called Amy?" I asked her.

"Yes," she replied.

"If I tell you another secret will you promise not to tell anyone?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied, a sense of excitement in her voice.

"Merlin the magician was my great, great, great, lots of greats, grandfather and I inherited some of his magic," I told her.  "I can look into the minds of children and see their secrets and when you spoke then I saw you had a secret," I said.  A look of horror came onto her face which went red with embarrassment.  "When that happens I get pains in my head," I told her.

"What secret?" she asked.

"I saw you had a secret with someone called Robert," I told her.  "Ouch, ouch, it hurts when I look into your mind!"

Her eyes were spinning in her head and her face was crimson as she contemplated me knowing about her and Robert.

"Shall I get you a headache tablet?" she asked.

"Headache tablets won't work," I told her.  "Only special medicine will stop the pain," I said, holding my head like I was in real pain.

"Where is the special medicine?" she asked.

"That's another secret - ouch - ouch," I told her.

"I promise I won't look when you get the medicine," she said.

"I can't get the medicine without you knowing," I explained.

"I don't understand," she said rubbing my head with her little hands, unconcerned that her beautiful little box was fixed in my view as I squinted through my pained expression.

"I can't tell you, it's too embarrassing - ouch, ouch" I said.

"I won't tell, I PROMISE," she said.

"Ouch, OK, you know that little button that Merlin made, it makes the     medicine from the juice inside your willie," I told her.

"You mean my front bottom?" she said indignantly.

"No, it's too complicated, I shouldn't tell you, you may be too young in any case" I replied.

"Tell me, tell me, I want to help," she replied.

"To make the medicine juice inside your willie I need to rub your button on my tongue," I told her.

"That's yucky!" she said with disgust.

"It is yucky," I said agreeing, "but isn't all medicine yucky?" I countered.

Check mate I thought as I watched the cogs in her head work that one out. "Do you want to try and help me?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, "what should I do."

"OK, this will be difficult you will have to try very hard," I told her. "You put your legs either side of my head and lower your front bottom onto my tongue and I rub inside with my tongue, you must concentrate really hard and help me find the spot which helps you to produce the medicine.  There maybe more than one spot and must rock backwards and forwards and side to side to find the spot.  You will know then when you feel a little tingly or tickly.  If you don't feel any tingles then try to find the spot which feels best," I explained.

With my hand on her hips I helped her up and climb into position standing over me a leg either side of my head.  I looked up at her holding her shirt up and looking down at her point of aim.  Her soft, white, puffy pussy right above my head.  Her slit tight closed, soon to be in my mouth. Her knees bending she knelt either side of my face.  The first thing to hit me was the smell.  There's nothing like the smell of morning pussy; all those little girl juices have spent all night fermenting.  She sat back lowering her pussy onto my waiting mouth.  My tongue slipped between her lips and touched the soft pink interior - so soft, so tangy yet sweet.  Finally I felt the full weight of her body on my face, my mouth totally covering her pussy, my tongue sliding along her slit and rasping her clit. Hungrily, I drunk in with all my senses, the scent going down my nose and across my tongue, my brain trying out the distinguish the little girl juice from the urine and finding it, a soft innocent musky smell, lighter than Tuti and much lighter than her mum but unmistakable.

I held her hips and motioned for her to rock herself, to grind her pussy onto my tongue.  She got the hint, she was definitely manoeuvring herself to get pleasure from my tongue rubbing her clit.  I lifted her, just a nudge, sufficient to slide my tongue down and up into her tight hole.  Pushing deep into her tube, with my nose rubbing her clit and my chin working her rosebud my senses were in overload.  The tight, softness of her love tube, the smell of her scent, her little clit on my nose, my chin pushing against her arse.  She was wet but was it my saliva or was she really producing love juice.  I drank her juice like I was dying of thirst.

Lifting her slightly, I urged her, "Tell me where it tingles sweetie," I said before quickly dropping her back on my munching mouth.

"There," she said, "No there . . .  that's it, there," she said as my tongue found her clit.

Lifting her again, "tell me what you feel, sweetie," I urged.

"Kinda tingly when you lick my button, yes there, that's it, it sort of tickly tingly, and there," she said as I pushed my tongue into her hole, "That's sort of just . . .err," she wriggled to find a spot deep I her hole, "Err, it's sort of, I can't explain, just sort of nice, try and lick in there and rub my button at the same time," she instructed.

Your wish is my command, I thought, as I ate hungrily.  "Yes, mmmmmmmm, yes more there," she moaned as she rocked her hips and ground her pussy onto my face.  I could hear her panting as she worked herself on my tongue. Little whimpers and moans evidence that she was feeling something.  I was almost certain she couldn't climax but wasn't sure exactly what she could feel.  I was quite confident she was feeling pleasure of some type.

Reminding myself that this was supposed to be medicine for my headache. I emerged from beneath her.  "The medicine has worked, my headaches gone," I said.  She looked down at me, a look on her face of a sort of confusion, shock and disbelief.  She wanted more but couldn't find the right words to ask me to take more yucky tasting medicine.  She cupped her crotch, her finger disappearing into her slit, searching for a clue to what she was feeling.  "Are you OK sweetie?" I asked.  She looked at me, I smiled back at her, she giggled, "Do it again!" she said, pushing her hips forward, bringing her crotch to my face.

"No, I've taken my medicine and my headache's gone now," I replied.

Her eyes were darting round in their sockets as the cogs turned in her head.  "No, you need some more, do it again," she demanded.

"No way!" I said.  "I'm not putting my tongue on that smelly front  bottom." With that she lurched forward pushing her crotch onto my face.  Slightly off centre, my nose disappeared up her hole as her anus pressed at my lips.  I let out a raspberry right on top of her sphincter before tipping her off me to the side and blowing a another raspberry into her tummy.  She laughed raucously at the tickling.

Climbing from the bed, "come, let's get some breakfast," I said to her, holding out my hand.  Gripping my finger she swung herself out of bed.  "Let's get you into the bath whilst I start breakfast," I told her.  I filled the tub with bubble bath and lifting her naked frame I blew a raspberry into her tummy, causing more girly giggles, before placing her in the tub.

"Wanna come in?" she asked, patting the water.

"No way," I replied, "you'll see my willie."

"I've seen your willie before," she countered.

"Yes, I know but I don't think it's fair that you get to see my really interesting willie and all you've got to see is boring flat skin," I replied.

 "I won't look, I promise," she lied!

I tapped my chin like I was giving her proposition serious thought.  "OK, I'll get in behind you if you promise not to look, put your hands over your eyes, whilst I get in," I said.  My dick was rock hard, throbbing and leaking pre-cum like a tap, I was concerned about her reaction if she saw the angry throbbing purple head.

She covered her eyes with open fingers. I dropped my robe and slid in behind her.  Sliding a leg either side of her hips I tried to keep a gap from her sufficient so that my rod wasn't stuck in her back.  Of course that was impossible, she wouldn't stay clear, constantly shifting and pushing back until she was lying back on me my dick up the middle of her back.  "What's that stuck in my back?" she asked, wriggling from side to side trying to move it out of the way, causing me immense pleasure.

"Stop wriggling and get washed," I told her sternly as I soaped her chest feeling her soft little nipples.

"Do you like my boobies?" she asked.

"I've got bigger boobies than you, " I said mockingly.

"Do you think they're growing?  " she asked.  I ran my fingers around her nipples feeling the puffy softness of her areola, lightly squeezing her nipples, bringing my finger tips across her areola from either side and up to the tip of her nipple.  "Na, nothing there," I said teasingly. 

"Oh, I want to have boobies!  When will they grow?" she complained.

"That's a difficult question, maybe we should ask Merlin the magician," I said in a spooky voice.

"But you're Merlin," she said.

"I AM and I will consult my crystal ball later." I replied.

"You're silly," she replied, slapping my thigh and giggling.

"Come on, I am hungry, wash your front bottom and let's get out of here," I told her.

"You wash it for me, she commanded.

"You wash your own and I'll wash my own," I told her.

"You wash my front bottom and I'll wash yours," she said testing how naughty she could be with me.

I gasped mockingly, "You're a rude little girl, now get your front bottom washed and make sure it's washed properly inside and out," I told her.

She raised herself up my body to bring her pussy above the water line and in doing so placed my dick between the cheeks of her arse.  I watched as her little fingers soaped her pussy, her middle finger sliding as deep as she could into her hole.  I was now starting to wonder who was seducing who, was I seducing her or was she seducing me?  "Make sure you wash your botty as well" I ordered.  Her hand dug down under her to find her rectum but before she reached her rectum her hand found my balls which were just the others side of her bottom.

"What's this?" she asked as she fondled the nuts in my sack.

"Stop that you naughty girl," I admonished.  Washing her bottom she pushed her hand backwards and forwards between my shaft and her rectum.  I wondered what she was thinking.  Did she know what she was doing?  Was she
doing it on purpose?  Could her fingers feel my scrotum?  Would she recognise the feel and know what she was touching?  My head was spinning. One side of my brain was pleading for that little hand to stroke my nuts, the other side was screaming at me to get out.  I was dizzy as blood drained from all part so of my body to my dick.  My dick was throbbing between the cheeks of her arse.  She must have felt it throbbing.

The washing motion was moving her soft, slippy cheeks ever so slightly over my hot throbbing sexually frustrated knob.  I gripped her hips, I wanted to pull and push her arse up and down my pole and shoot my load over her arse.  With will power coming from somewhere deep inside me I pushed her forward, "That's clean enough," I said, "let's go."

"You haven't washed your willie," she said.

Please give me a break, I thought to myself, I am trying to keep my  hands off you, I can only take so much.  Lifting her wet dripping frame out of the bath, "You get dry and dressed and I'll follow you quickly," I told her.  Wrapping herself in a towel she paddled out of the room.

I gripped my dick, bending and squeezing it to relieve the sexual tension.  With less than a dozen stroke I emptied my sac, sponk erupting out of the water like a volcano, my head consumed with the thoughts and feelings of burying my dick in her belly and unloading deep into womb.  Again, I asked myself how I could get out of this, it was going too far, too quickly.  I wanted it, I wanted it all, but I didn't want it to end in tears.  I'd rather do without it and live on my dreams and fantasies than hurt the girl mentally or physically.  And, of course there was also the real danger of getting caught which at worse would be prison and at best would be social isolation.  I had to find Tuti, I needed her to rescue me.

I joined Amy in the kitchen.  "What are we going to do today?" she asked.

"We're going to sort out your homework and your any planning we need to do for your exams next week and when we've finished that we'll see how much of the day is left," I replied.  "We'll start with a full cooked breakfast, wanna help?" I asked.

"Yes, can I do the scrambled egg?" she asked.  I gathered the materials together and we cooked ourselves a huge breakfast.  I was looking at every move she made, every sound she uttered searching for any signs that I had pushed her too far.  She seemed her usual skippy cheerful self.  She was either singing little girl songs or chattering away.  Thank god I hadn't fucked her.  Gritting my teeth I convinced myself that, at all costs, I must not fuck her.  Or, to be exact, she must not consciously see or feel my dick in her hole.

After breakfast we spread all her school books on the table and went through her weekend homework.  We wrapped that up and then discussed her exam schedule, her weak areas and we made a work plan for the week ahead. That took us to lunch time.

I had a friend, Larry, who had a boat on a lake about 20 miles out of town we sometimes went fishing with him and sometimes borrowed the boat when he wasn't using it.  I called him and he confirmed it was available. "How would you like to go fishing on the lake?" I asked Amy.

"That would be so cool," she replied.  We were getting our things together when the phone rang.  It was Sarah, she'd called the previous day to say they'd arrived safely now she was checking on Amy.  I passed the phone to Amy and ran to the bedroom to pick up the extension and listen in. A lot had happened since yesterday and if Amy talked I was dead.  I got as far as the bedroom door when I suddenly realised my best place was right next to her with a finger on the cut off button.  In blind panic I ran back. Again thinking on my feet I positioned myself by the telephone wire plug point.  If the conversation was going the wrong way I'd pull the plug.

"Yes mommy, I've done my homework and Uncle Eddie has helped me plan my
work for next week." "Yes I'm being a good girl." "No, I'm not being a pest for Uncle Eddie..." "Yes, I'm cleaning my teeth and taking a bath..." "No, I'm fine..." "Yes I played with Tuti yesterday but her mommy took her to see her auntie," "We're going fishing on a boat," "No, I won't forget to put on sun block," "He's here," "Mummy wants to talk to you," and she handed me the phone.

Hi, how's it going?" I asked.

"It's very difficult, " she replied.  "The funeral is pretty much sorted but George's mum is paralysed and will be an invalid for the rest of her life.  George is very distraught.  How's Amy behaving?" she asked. 

"She's no problem," I said.  "It was better when Tuti was here because they played so well together but I'm hoping she'll be back sometime today."

"OK, I'll let you go she said, take down this number in case you need me, 123456789,  I miss you," she whispered.

"I miss you too, it won't be long now, take care," I said.  I hate it when they do that, you're forced to say "I miss you too" otherwise your accused of not missing them.  Ah well, a small price to pay, I thought.

I had Amy dress in her swim suit under her dress.  Not because she was going swimming but because it gets wet on the boat.  I gathered together some drinks, snacks and stuff and we set off to the lake.  We sang all the way there . . .  'row, row, row, the boat', 'ten green bottles' and many more little girl favourites.  Larry's boat was about 20' long, it had a small cabin and a small engine.  It was quite old but was functional.  It was just something to get you into the middle of the lake and then provide a platform for drinking a few beers and netting a few fish.  I picked up the keys and some bait form the shop and loaded our stuff on board.  It was sailed / driven from a seat in front of a steering wheel and a few dials which meant little to me.  I just started it up and steered to where we wanted to go and stopped there.  I didn't bother with anchors, if we drifted somewhere it didn't matter.  Amy wanted to 'drive' so she sat on my lap and we made a sort of zigzag for the middle.

"OK poppet lets grease you up before we start," I told her as I squeezed out a blob of sun-block.  She stripped down to her bathing suit and I painted all her exposed skin with a generous coating.  She loved rummaging through the maggots and impaling them on the hooks, she was still a child whose curiosity was greater than her squeamishness, she wanted to slice the fish up to look in the middle!!

As we weren't going to eat them I told her we must keep them alive and throw them back.  She insisted on filling up a bucket and keeping them in there so that she could torment them all day.  I was enjoying my day with her.  I had a supply of cold beer and she had her supply of coke and stuff. Of course she wanted to drink beer with me.  To keep her sober, I insisted she drank a coke of other juice between each beer.

"Uncle Eddie, where's the toilet?" she asked.

"There is no toilet honey, do you want a number one or a number two?" I asked.

"Number one," she replied.

"You can either empty the fish out and pee in the bucket or you can pee in a coke can and empty it over the side," I told her.

She thought for a minute and then went and got a can from the refuge sack.  This is going to be interesting I thought.  She put the can on the deck of the boat, pulled her suit to one side and crouched down over it.  "Wow, hang on," I said, "you'll get wee all over Larry's boat, I'll hold the can for you.  And, your hands are full of fish and maggots, we must wash them first."

I washed her hands in a hand shower on the boat and then I lifted her to sit on the bench seat and then lifted her feet up besides her hips.  I then held the can in front of her crotch.  "OK, you pee in here," I said.  She pulled her suit to one side exposing her soft, white, puffy cunt and with both hands pulled her labia lips apart to expose the pink interior.  The world stopped and time stood still as I knelt there, mesmerised at the sight of her soft, pink honey pot. I could see into her baby fuck tube.  I wanted so much to cover her sex with my mouth whilst she pee'd. She concentrated on relaxing her urethra muscle and then suddenly a psssssssssssssss, as the jet issued forth, splashing onto the can, onto my hand and onto the deck before I could position the opening of the can in front of the flow.  Then there was the sound of piss hitting piss in the bottom of the can, the sound altering as the can filled up, the thin metal of the can transmitting the heat of her piss into my hand.  "Good girl," I said complimenting her performance.

The sights and smells of little girls pissing must go down as the 8th wonder of the world; I could watch it all day.  The sudden opening of the urethra, the splashing and spurting before the flow gathers itself into a jet, the way the jet folds and crosses on itself and then as the jet finishes, the dribbles down the crack.  It's so much faster and more unpredictable than the same event in male.  The penis is so much more efficient but the vagina is so much more interesting.  I lowered the can under her arse as the dribble ran down her slit and across her arse.  "All done," I said, and I tipped the can's contents over the side.

Keen to get back to tormenting the fish, she skipped off.  Two hours and three cans later, we had it down to an art form.  I was starting to wonder whether she needed to piss that often or whether she was more excited by doing something naughty.  I formed the view that some of it must be design but probably the designs of a curious little girl pushing the boundaries; she wanted to look over the edge of the cliff to see what was there and also because it was dangerous and danger is exciting.  I was also sure jumping over the edge would scare her.  That's fine, I thought to myself, I am happy to play the pissing games and the hide and seek nudity games, they're fun and EXTREMELY erotic.

I wanted to touch her and I wanted her to touch me.  I wanted her little hands on my dick so badly I could taste it.  I could come up with reasonably acceptable reasons, for me touching her e.g. the cream on her sore front bottom or washing her but I couldn't come up with a reasonable reason why my dick should be in contact with her body.  I needed all my strength and discipline to keep my dick in my pants.  It would have been much easier if I'd had a warm wet Tuti available to me.  I was hoping that when we got back to the flat she'd be there waiting for us.  Maybe she's there now I thought.  My dick grew at the thought of a soft, warm, wet, tight, home coming.

"That's it I'm fished out sweetie, shall we call it a day, maybe Tuti's back at the flat waiting for us," I said.

"OK," she replied.

"Let's wash some of the fish smell off you," I told her as I held the hand shower over her.  "Take off you swim suit or it'll be wet on you for the ride back," I told her.  Without hesitation she stripped off, completely naked and totally comfortable with me seeing her, I handed her the soap whilst I held the shower.  Turning her away from me I used my other hand to wash her back and the soft round melon cheeks of her arse.  That's what I mean by being able to come up with acceptable reason for me to touch her but I couldn't think of an acceptable reason for her to touch me 'could you just wash my dick please because I can't reach', just wasn't good enough.  Dried and dressed we made our way back.

After several choruses of 'row, row, row, the boat' we arrived back.  Amy went running ahead to find Tuti; she wasn't there.  We were both disappointed.  "I'm sure she'll be back later," I told her, "why don't you go for a swim?  I'm sure there'll be some children to play with by the pool."

"O.K.," she said, as she raced off.

Another feature of children I thought to myself, they can switch moods in an instant and they never walk, they always run.  Feeling the heat, I changed into my swimming shorts, grabbed a couple of towels and a box of white wine and joined her in the pool.  There was always a few of the neighbours around the poolside BBQ of a weekend and after my dip I joined them for a drink.  Just like the previous evening, Amy kept popping out of the pool to quench her thirst from my wine glass.  On one of her visits I discussed food with her and we decided on Chinese, I called for a take-away that delivered to pool.  The take-away arrived as the light was starting to fade as dusk set in.  Amy joined me at one of the garden tables.  The take-away came with chop sticks; Amy was struggling to satisfy her hunger eating rice by the single grain.

"Come here, let me show you how to use them," I told her.  She came over and sat on my lap, well actually she sat on my dick, with her legs between mine, so that she was sat square to the table and I could put my hand over hers to manipulate the chop sticks.  She soon got the hang of it and greedily consumed the meal washing it down with our wine, me now given up on her getting her own glass.  My dick was starting to rise under her wriggling arse.  "OK, you've got the hang of it now, you sit on your own chair," I told her.

"No, it's more comfortable here," she said shivering in her wet bathing suit.  I draped my body around her feeling her little shivers and warming her.  I could have wrapped her in one of the towels but I liked the feel of her little body next to mine and I was hoping the wine she had drunk had numbed her arse so that she wasn't feeling the steel rod she was sat on. 

As it got dark, people started going back to their flats until we were alone except for the few drunks gathered around the dying embers in the BBQ. "I need to wee," she said.

"OK go to the toilet," I replied.

"No, they're smelly, can I wee here?" she asked.  By now I was convinced this weeing thing was unnecessary and she was doing it to push the boundaries or because it was naughty or some similar reason.  The thought that she was instigating these events pumped another heart full of blood into my already engorged penis.  I draped a towel around her.  "Go, to the toilet," I whispered into her ear.

"That tickles, " she said giggling.  Placing a hand on her tummy, I pressed on her bladder.  "No, stop don't do that, you'll make me wee" she giggled.

"It's not funny stop giggling," I told her.

"You're tickling me," she replied.

"You're a naughty little girl," I said playfully and pinched her sides. That turned her giggles to laughter and the laughter reverberated through her body, onto my rigid, hot, throbbing meat.  I tickled her sides driving her into uncontrollable laughter.

"No, stop," she said, "I'll wee on you." Tickling her more, I rubbed my dick up and down the crack of her wriggling arse.  "Stop, stop," she pleaded through the laughter.  I felt heat emanate from her onto my dick as she temporarily lost control of her bladder.  I tickled her some more.  Then I felt it, she'd lost the fight and hot little girl wee squelched from her suit and through my shorts onto my shaft and dispersing over my genitals and groin before running down my legs.  I had a naughty little seven year old not just pissing her pants but pissing her pants onto my dick.  She was a naughty girl and I do like naughty girls.  I held her tight to me as I savoured the feeling of hot little girl wee soaking through our pants my dick washed in her piss.

"See what you've made me do," she said slapping me.

"You're such a rude little girl," I said playfully, "I might have to spank your bottom."

"You'll have to catch me," she said as she jumped down and ran off.  I chased after her and caught her in the garden.  Lifting her over my shoulder in a fireman's lift I playfully slapped her wet bottom as I drunk in the smells of little girl piss.  She wriggled and giggled, this was a great game.  What more could a seven years old want, playing naughty wee games and have some one chase you.  I carried her back to our table and put her down as we both caught our breath.  She got to the wine glass first and drained it in one go.  If there's one thing better than naughty seven year old girls, its naughty seven year old girls who are tipsy, I thought to myself.

"Come on lets clear up here and go in doors," I said.  She skipped alongside me as we walked back to the flat.  "OK poppet why don't you jump into the bath," I said.

"Again?" she complained, "I had a bath this morning, a shower on the boat and I've just been in the swimming pool, I must be the cleanest kid on the block."  . . . She had a point.

"OK, please yourself, I'm going to take a quick shower, you just get yourself out of those wet clothes then," I told her.
   


To be continued
