Author: EXPLORER
Title: Edward's Children
Summary: Edward's encounters with the 7 yo 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 4.  DISCOVERING SARAH'S FANTASIES

After a light lunch, I joined George, Sarah and Amy by the golf carts. Amy already at the wheel.  "Hi, Uncle Eddie," she shouted.  She was wearing a short pink top and beige skirt, the pink top not quite meeting her skirt and revealing a little midriff.  And, of course the usual white cotton socks and white cotton panties.

"Sorry, she's with us," moaned George.  Putting my clubs on the cart I noticed Amy jumping up and down on the seat wit her hand between her legs. "What are you doing?" I asked her.  "I need to wee," she whispered.  "So go to the ladies toilets," I told her.  "No, it smells in there," she replied. "I'm waiting until we get onto the course." Having let me in on the secret, she put a finger to her lips and she "shushed" me. 

She was right, the toilets did stink, a combination of lazy staff, lazy golfers and a hot climate.  That explained why the kid took a piss every time we played golf, she wouldn't use the smelly toilets.  By the  time we teed off she was bent double trying to hold in the flow.  With me driving and her sitting on my lap we set off.  "Don't you wee on me" I whispered in her ear giggling.  Her response was to bring her elbow back to dig into my ribs.  We zigzagged down the fairway to each of our balls, hacking them towards the green.  By the time we reached the second tee she was out of the cart like a rocket.

"Need to wee!" she shouted as she ran to the back of the tee her hand on her crotch.  With her back to us she squatted at the end of the tee box and let out a torrent which hit the ground and splashed up.  It was not only clear to see it was easily heard.  George just shook his head.  She returned as I was at my bag at the back of the cart putting back my club after taking my shot.  "I wet my pants," she whispered.

"Take them off.  I'll put them in my bag," I said joining her in her secret.  Looking furtively at her dad and other players, she stepped out of her white, now stained yellow, panties and handed them to me.  I gave them a little squeeze, experiencing the delight of her warm wetness before putting them in my bag.  Getting us back in the cart I raised my hand to my nose and drank in the smell of little girl piss - lovely.  I was wearing shorts and each time we got in and out of the cart, I made sure that each time she climbed on my lap, her dress was up and I could I slide her naked, damp, smelly pussy along me leg.  My dick rejuvenated from the earlier morning's work, rose to the occasion.  She was now sitting on an iron rod and it was obviously causing her some discomfort as she wriggled round trying to get comfortable.

At one point in time, when her dad was out taking his shot, she stood up, turned round and thumped my dick as if trying to flatten out the lump, giggling as she did so.  "Do that again and I'll tell your dad you've wet your knickers," I whispered to her.  Her response was to thump my dick once again with a cheeky grin and mischievous twinkle in her eye.  "Right, sit on my knee then," I told her.  As I placed her legs either side of my left knee, her cunt lips came into direct contact with my thigh.  "Now don't you wee on my lap," I whispered, giving her sides a ticklish squeeze.  The tickles caused her to wriggle her bottom backwards and forwards, grinding her wet cunt into my thigh.  We played that game most of the front nine.

After playing the front nine I retrieved her panties from my bag and gave them to her telling her she better put them back on as her dad would be driving the back nine. 

I was quite pleased with my progress with Amy, I was her most trusted uncle, we shared little secrets, she was not shy with me, she had become quite desensitised to genitalia and I had the 'black' on her mom and her dad.

I skipped our usual Saturday evening dinner, deciding on a early night as I had lots to get together the following day before flying to K.L.

Sunday morning I saw Suja, explained where I was going, and I put it to her that she could let Tuti do my housework in her place freeing her up to find work elsewhere and that I would pay Tuti the same money.  She was obviously delighted as it was win-win situation for her.  I got a nice smile from Tuti.  My bags packed, I then spent the day at the office sorting my papers and instruments before flying to K.L.

Settling in my hotel room that evening, I replayed events in my head.  Having spent years targeting Amy, I now wondered whether she could match up to Tuti.  Was I now pursuing Amy purely because it was forbidden fruit?  If I succeeded, would I be disappointed.  Is what she had to offer worth the risks involved in getting it.  Then I went through the possibilities with Sarah, on face value she had nothing I wanted, yet she had become more and more intriguing and kept drawing me back wanting more.  I wondered where she might take me next.  Perhaps it was a good thing that we had a break from each other; absence makes the heart grow fonder.

I gave Sarah and Tuti check in-calls from the K L office during the week just to check all was OK.  I also checked in with Pam as I had done on a regular basis.  That next weekend, during one of my regular calls, Pam told me she wasn't coming back to Indonesia.  She had interviewed some potential tenants and none of them left her confident that they would look after our home.  She wasn't prepared to leave the house and chance it being trashed again.  She wasn't looking for a separation, she was just telling me I was on my own if I wanted to work outside of daily travelling distance from our home.  I decided not to tell Sarah until I'd thought things through.

The following Thursday evening, I was in my hotel room feeling a bit  lonely and thought I'd try Sarah.  George might be in Surabaya and maybe she was on her own.  I could ring up and if George was there I could speak to him about organising a game of golf.  Sarah answered the phone, "Hi, it's Eddie, is George there?" I asked.  "No," she said, "he's in Surabaya." "Good, I thought I'd take a chance he was away, it's really boring here sat in the hotel room every night.  Are you OK to talk?" I asked.  "Yes, I'm here alone, Amy's in bed, I'm just watching TV with a glass of wine.  When are you coming back?" she asked.  "Probably early next week," I told her. "Have you missed me?" she asked.  "I have," I said.  "These trips might appear glamorous, but it's just work followed by sitting in a hotel waiting to start work again.  I either watch TV or prop up the bar talking crap with some drunk," I told her.  "Well now you can talk crap to me," she said laughing.

"So what's happening there, anything new?" I asked.  "Same old stuff," she said.  "I played golf with the ladies on Tuesday.  I won a prize and got drunk with Marla.  Amy got a star role in the school play; life goes on although I must say I am finding it more and more difficult to maintain this charade with George." "What do you mean?" I asked.  "I'm married to a homosexual for God's sake!" she exclaimed.  "Since I was thirteen, after the incidents with my step-dad, I've accepted a life based upon the belief that I deserved to be punished.  Since I met you and we started talking some stuff through, I've allowed myself to entertain the idea that I am not the devil's disciple if I have carnal thoughts, that I can enjoy sex and that I can explore sexual boundaries." "Good for you," I said, encouraging her.  "Talking about your hang-ups, after we last spoke I wondered whether it might help if you wrote it all down, I know that traumatised kids are encouraged to write about their problems and it apparently helps exorcise their demons." "Write about it, I'm still getting used to thinking about it without feeling guilty," she replied.

"When you say 'thinking about it', is 'it' something in particular?" I asked.  "I suppose the most difficult 'it' is the things I did with my step-dad," she continued.  "You remember that first time, when we were in the restaurant, and you put your fingers inside me, and then you brought your hand up and you licked your fingers?" "Yes" I said.  "I don't know if you noticed, but seeing you doing that caused me to orgasm.  My step-dad used to do that and for all these years I convinced myself that he was a pervert for doing it and that I was a pervert for liking it.  Only perverts liked that kind of stuff and when you did it, it wasn't perverted, it was close and loving and it allowed me to entertain ideas of enjoying it rather than being ashamed of it. Am I a freak because those things turn me on," she asked.  "Well if you're a freak I am also a freak, because they also turn me on," I told her.  "I think it's possible that one's earliest sexual experiences might have an influence in forming one's sexual preferences," I suggested.

"What was your earliest sexual experience?" she asked.  "The earliest I can remember, was when I was a very young boy, maybe seven or eight.  I was at school, walking along a corridor, when a new girl asked me where the toilets were.  She was about the same age, for some mischievous reason, I don't know why, I directed her to the boys' toilet.  I showed her in and told her she should pee in the urinal.  I demonstrated by pissing in the next urinal.  She stepped up to the urinal dropped her panties to the floor squeezed the bottom of the urinal between her legs and I watched her peeing.  I am sure at that age I didn't know what sex was but I knew that I was witnessing something secret, a forbidden fruit and it turned me on.  Ever since, I've had a desire to watch females take a piss," I confessed.  "After that I had the usual things with sisters and cousins," I added.  "What usual things?" she asked. "Playing doctors and nurses, mums and dads, house, I'll show you mine if you show yours," I said.  "These are games kids have played for more years than I've been alive, I didn't invent them," I said.  "Did you shag your sister?" she asked.  "No," I said, "she wouldn't let me."

"So what did you do with your sister?" she asked.  "The earliest thing I can remember was when I was about ten and she was nine, me and three of my friends had a tent in the garden and we were playing camping, my sister and two of her friends wanted to play with us and we wouldn't let them.  They begged us and one of my friend suggested that we would let them if they let us see their 'bits'.  They discussed it between themselves and agreed but only on condition that we didn't see their faces.  We had to be inside the tent and they would slide their panty-less lower halves under the sides of the tenting leaving their heads outside so that we wouldn't know who was who.  Looking back of course, it's naive of them to think that we wouldn't be able to  work out which crotch belonged to which person and stupid to think that because they couldn't see us looking or know who was touching it wasn't really happening.  

So we four boys were inside the tent with three sets of legs and three fannies and we went from one to the other poking and prodding and examining the differences.  That's my earliest memory, but there were similar incidents after that with my sister and one of my cousins.  I never got to shag either of them; we just explored the unknown together.  We did lots of 'naughty' things just for the excitement and, although I sometimes look back with a little lust thinking about those events, when I see my sister and cousin now, they make celibacy look like a good idea," I explained.  "Didn't you play doctors and nurses?" I asked.

"Not really" she said.  "I was an only child and although I had cousins, nobody suggested doctors and nurses.  I know what you mean though because one of my friends was doing it with her brother and I suppose we played doctors and nurses," she said.  "You played doctors and nurses with her brother?" I asked.  "No," she laughed, "with my friend, Jemma." "How did that happen?" I asked.  "I suppose we must have been about nine or ten," she explained.  "I was on a sleepover staying at her house and sleeping in her bed.  We were under the bed clothes with a torch talking and she asked if I had done any stuff with boys, I told her no; of course I didn't tell her about my step-dad.  She told me she'd done some stuff with her brother; he was fourteen.  She went into detail about what they'd done which was pretty much everything except full penetration.  Believing I was totally innocent, she took it upon herself to teach me by shining the torch on the bits of her anatomy which her brother poked, prodded, squeezed, licked and  sucked on.  She demonstrated how to masturbate, as taught her by her brother, first on herself and then on me.  She went down on me, and of course, I had to reciprocate.  I can remember enjoying the softness of her. My step-dad was hairy and rough, she was soft and sweet and although neither of us could reach a climax I could feel all the sexual tensions and pleasant tingles one feels prior to orgasm.  Apart from my step-dad, that's the only sexual event in my life prior to the disappointment of George and for years I yearned for sex with another female," she revealed.

"There you go again," she said, "there's another reason I'm a freak, am I frightening you yet?" she asked.  "Of course not," I said.  "Do you think I'm a lesbian?  Would you hate me if I was?" she asked.  "You are definitely not lesbian, you may be bi-sexual.  Only you would know that.  I certainly wouldn't hate you if you were, in fact it just adds to the allure," I told her.  "Would you be jealous if I went with a woman," she asked.  "I don't think I have any right to be jealous.  We're both married people having an affair and we haven't discussed what that means in terms of other relationships.  But if you told me you were having sex with another man I would be upset.  If you told me you were having sex with another woman I would not feel upset, I'd be intrigued," I told her.  "I am sure I am not lesbian, I've never fantasised about a permanent relationship with another woman, just temporary lustful fulfilment," she said.  "Tell me about your fantasy," I asked.

"The last one was a baby-sitter we had in the UK," she revealed.  "She was the daughter of a neighbour.  She was sixteen, a geeky, quiet kid, skinny with short black hair and glasses.  She turned up one time to sit for me and her eyes were red from crying.  I comforted her and she confided in me that the girls at her college had been teasing her that she was a lesbian because they said she'd been looking at them in the shower.  I held her to my chest and stroked her hair to comfort her.  My heart was pounding. After she calmed down, I went to my bedroom to change my wet panties and I masturbated.  For ages after that, I fantasised about having sex with her, I never had the courage to pursue it; before of her I used to fantasise about putting adds in the paper and meeting someone that way," she revealed.

"Are you getting off on this?" she asked.  "Is your hand wrapped around a friend of mine?" she probed.  "I'm sorry, I must confess that I am, the little guy has a mind of his own and he's insisted on some attention," I confessed.  "There's no need to apologise," she said.  "It makes me happy to know I can turn you on.  What were you thinking about when I was telling you about my fantasies?" she asked.  "I had a picture in my head, on that young girl laying naked on the floor, with you sat astride her face and her tongue buried up your hole," I said.  "And what else?" she probed.

"You were naked and you were grinding your pussy onto her tongue as I watched from behind, then your body bent forward, your lovely white bottom parted exposing her chin beneath your pussy, her tits bobbing backwards and
forwards." "Then what?" she gasped.  "I came up behind you, knelt astride her and slipped my dick in from behind and fucked you as she ate you, my balls slapping on her chin," I added.  "Arggggggg!" she screamed as she climaxed down the phone.  As she climaxed I also unloaded my sack into my fist.  "That was awesome!" she said.  "I love it when we talk dirty, it adds a whole new dimension to sex, we can explore all kinds of stuff, I love it." "Me too," I added, "we can enjoy the fun without the problems associated with actually doing it." "Will you come and see me next Thursday if George's out of town?" she asked.  "Absolutely!" I said.  "OK, well you sleep well," she said, "I think I'll have another glass of wine and linger a while revisiting that orgasm."

I flew back to Jakarta the following Tuesday evening.  Getting home late, I had a night cap and went to bed.  Next morning I awoke, put on some shorts and making my way to the kitchen I saw Tuti at the sink.  "Tuti!" I called.  She jumped, I'd startled her.  She was wearing the usual 'two piece', a worn out 'T' shirt and a pair of washed out knickers full of holes.

"Mr Edward!" she squealed, "I didn't know you were back." "Where's your mom?" I asked.  "She's got some work on a Wednesday morning so I'm doing your housework," she said.  I held out my arms and she skipped over to me with a beaming smile as she wrapped her arms around me.  I lifted her from the floor, and locking my arms under her buttocks she wrapped her legs around my waist bringing us eye to eye.  "I missed you Tuti," I said.  "Oh, I missed you lots Mr Edward," she replied as she planted her lips on mine with a loving kiss.  I kissed her again and put her down.  "Make us a cup of tea," I told her, "and come and tell me what you've been up to." I cleaned my teeth as she made the tea.  We sat on the sofa drinking our tea, she snuggling into my side like I'd been away for years.  As we chatted, she told me nothing interesting had happened and how she was still enjoying her new dolly, Suzie.  I stroked her cheek and smelt her hair.  I love little girl smell, but the best is - little girl, first thing in the morning, just after waking, smell.  I ran a finger down the front of her shirt down her tits to the nipple and flicked it playfully.   Recognizing the prompt, "shall we go to your bedroom?" she asked.  "I'd love to sweetheart but I must get to work, come you can talk to me whilst I get a shower."

She skipped to the bathroom and sat herself on the toilet seat whilst I dropped my shorts over my throbbing erection and climbed into the shower. Looking back at her chattering away, I couldn't resist.  "Come," I called to her, "take off your shirt, you can help me wash." She slipped off her shirt and panties, revealing the beauty and wonders of her twelve year body, her tits moving up and down in time with her steps.  I drew her to my under the cascading water, her head reached the middle of my chest her tits pressed into my stomach, my dick pressed into her stomach.  I raised her eyes up to mine and leaning forward I kissed her.  "Tuti, you are the prettiest girl in the world" I told her.  She smiled and hugged me tightly wriggly her stomach slightly on my dick.

Pulling apart I took her hands and the soap and I placed them around my shaft.  She took the hint and commenced to wash my dick and my sack with  her soapy hands, her head bent, her eyes fixed on the target.  I formed her hands around my shaft and moved them up and down showing her the motions I wanted.  She administered the pleasure with long deep sweeps along my shaft from balls up to knob, squeezing her hands to a close across the head.  "Oh yes, Tuti, that feels so good!  Squeeze it tightly as you come up," I told her.  She complied, looking up at me briefly for signs that she was doing it right.  "I'm going to come soon baby" I said.  "Rub a little quicker and keep squeezing."

Sponk started coursing through my tubes.  The first load ejected straight up onto her chest just above her right tit, the second load onto her tits, the remainder dribbled forward out and over her hands, running across her fingers.  She continued to stroke my dick, watching the last drop squeezed out.  I watched the obscene sight of my sponk running down her chest to her right tit and down to her nipple.  Raising her head I leaned forward and kissed her, "Thank you Tuti, that was lovely!  You made feel really good." Rubbing my sponk into her tit, "You rub it in baby, it'll make them grow bigger," I instructed.  She took over, massaging the sponk into her tits.  The sight of her massaging her own tits was truly erotic.  I wanted to stay and play some more but work paid the bills so I had to go.  "I must rush, baby" I said, "I'll try to get home a little early and we can have a cuddle before your mom gets home." Reluctantly I left her, to clean herself up whilst I dressed and got myself to the
office.

I had been at my desk less than an hour when the phone rang, it was Sarah.  "Hi," she said, "just wondered if you'd got back safely." "Yes, it's good to be back," I replied.  We went through the pleasantries, telling each other how much we'd missed each other before she got to the point.  "George is out of town tomorrow," she said.  "Unless something else comes up, I'm taking him to the airport, first thing in the morning." Knowing what she wanted, "What time shall I come round?" I asked.  "I'll get Amy to bed at 8pm, so don't be later than 8.05," she replied.  I laughed.  "OK see you then!" I told her.

I got home at 5pm to find Tuti had fallen asleep on the sofa, watching TV with her dolly.  She was lying with on her left hand side, on the front edge of the sofa, with her knees drawn up exposing her panties stretched across the soft globes of her bottom.  I slid over the back of the sofa to fall, laying behind her.  Spooning into her body I hugging her to me nuzzling her neck and smelling her hair.  She woke and turning her head to look at me over her shoulder, she pushed her body back into mine.  Sliding my hand up the front of her shirt, I caressed her firm little girl titties, rubbing the nipples with the palm of my hand, spanning her tits with one hand, my palm on one nipple and my finger tips on the other.  Pulling her head round over her shoulder I raised myself to kiss her passionately before returning my hand to explore her tits.

I ran my hand the full length of her body, from her tits, along her flat stomach, across her pubis, down her thighs and calves until I reached her  feet; her tiny feet, I squeezed her toes, tiny little toes, telling her that I loved even her feet.  Bringing my hand back up her leg and onto her stomach I slipped it inside the top of her panties onto her mound and the furry fuzz that attempted to cover it.  Pressing my finger into the top of her slit I felt her warm and damp.  Sliding further down the heat and wetness increased the lower I got.  Tickling her clit as I progressed I brought a little gasp from her.  I continued until I reached her hole and without stopping plunged my middle finger deep inside her tight, wet, twelve year old honey pot.  My finger sliding backwards and forwards and from side to side, I explored the inside of her cavern to her increasing joyous moans and flowing juices.

I wanted to watch myself finger fuck her so I sat up and rolling her onto her back I slid my legs under hers which raised her butt a little and positioned her snatch ideally for my attention.  I took hold of the sides of her panties and I slid them down; she raising her buttock to assist.  I could see the look of anticipation on her face; what was I going to do next. I sat there looking at her twelve year old innocence, laying there, her legs draped over mine, her pussy exposed to my view.  Pushing her knees apart I parted her legs and watched as her slit opened exposing her wet love hole.  I presented the middle finger of my right hand at her entrance and circled her hole, feeling her soft wet skin and smelling the rising vapours.  Plunging my finger down to the knuckle caused her to gasp.

I commenced to finger fucked her slowly and deliberately.  Like watching a live porno movie, I sat there watching my finger sliding in and out of hole.  As her juices flowed I slid my ring finger down into the crack of her arse to slide over her little puckered virgin rectum all slippy and slimy from her juices.  Panting and moaning her body writhed with pleasure. Occasionally rising up on her elbows she crane her neck to get a look at what was happening.  Increasing the pace, seeing her lost in ecstasy I allowed my ring finger to stab at her sphincter, the digit entering that dark place by about half an inch on each downward thrust.  I could feel her vagina sucking on my finger, I felt the sides contracting in time with her moans.  The pure visual pleasure of watching myself give her a good solid finger fucking, feeling her orgasm on my finger was visual overload.

Finally her moans subsided and her pussy muscles slackened as she came down to earth.  As I pulled my finger out a gob of goo followed and slid south towards her anus.  Stopping it's flow with my finger, I drew it up to feel it's consistency trying to work out what it was.  I don't know what it was, it was more than just lubricant it had the colour consistency of sponk.  I concluded it was little girl cum.  Concerned about my sofa I gathered three fingers together and drew them up from her rectum across her love hole scooping up all the goo I could, ending up with a little puddle in my palm.

Concerned to get us cleaned up before her mother came home, leaning forward I kissed her, "You go and quickly wash your coochie in my bath sweetheart, whilst I clean up in here," I told her.  I watched her walk down the hallway her bottom peaking out from under her shirt, her long straight skinny legs and dainty feet.  I lifted the handful of her juice to my nose and inhaled deeply, the scent of her little girl orgasm in my hand and in my nose.  Joining her in the bathroom I washed my hands whilst watching her, sitting in 6 inches of water washing her coochie, her fingers buried inside making sure she cleaned herself well.  Leaving her, I changed into shorts and 'T' shirt before running around the lounge with the fresh air spray to mask the smells of recent sex.

I went to the window to check my view of the security gate.  Her mother usually got back about 6pm.  Checking my watch it was 5.45.  Tuti joined me and sat on a dinning chair.  I held her head in my hands and leaning forward.  I kissed her.  I was still rock hard.  I didn't begrudge her having her pleasure, she'd unselfishly pleasured me that morning.  "I wish we could have had longer together, but your mum will be home soon," I told her.  She smiled and wrapping her arms around my hips she pulled me towards her to hug me.  My rock hard dick pressed up against her cheek brought the thin fabric of my shorts between my hot meat and her soft skin.

Feeling my hardness, she looked up at me and tentatively placing her hand over the trouser snake. She stroked it, her eyes saying, "I know, you need me, I'm sorry to leave you like this." I looked back at the security gate, then down at her big brown eyes, darting between my eyes and her own  hand on my dick.  I lowered the front of my shorts bringing my hot meat into daylight.  She wrapped her hand around the shaft and slowly massaged my throbbing meat.

"He wants you to kiss him," I said.  She looked up at me for clarification.  "He wants you to kiss him with your sweet lips and tongue Tuti, please give him a kiss," I begged.  She smiled and pulling down on the shaft brought the angry purple head of my dick to her lips and kissed it closed lips.  Pulling away, my pre-cum stuck to her lips forming a line about an inch long before snapping.  She looked up and smiled, her lips looking like they'd been painted with lip gloss.

"That was lovely Tuti," I said "kiss him again, kiss him with you tongue," I begged.  She leant forward her lips parted and placing the tip of my dick just inside her lips she ran her tongue around the head.  I stroked her hair, my hands wanting to pull her head onto my dick, my loins wanting to push forward sinking my meat into her oesophagus.  She pulled back and again looked up for confirmation that she was pleasing me.

"That feels so nice Tuti, you are so sweet, my little angel, I love you so much, kiss him some more with your tongue baby, it feels so lovely," I begged her.  Lips parted, she leaned forward again her lips sliding over my helmet, her tongue went to work.  Leaning into her a little I brought a hint of pressure on the back of her head with my hands and taking the hint she opened her mouth sufficient for me to get my helmet past her teeth and feel her tongue rolling up and down the underside of my dick. Slowly and gently I fucked her sweet little mouth.  The sight of her sweet innocent face sucking my dick was incredible.  "Good girl, that feel so nice, suck it deeper into your mouth sweetie," I told her.  She had my dick at the back of her throat. I could feel her throat swallowing on my knob end. "I'm going to cum now sweetie, try to swallow it if you can," I told her.  Pushing deep into her mouth, I shot my first load.  She gagged spitting out my dick coughing.  The next rope hit her in the eye, the third on her cheek.   Bzzzzzzzzzzzz!  - Fuck!!  What timing!!  

Looking out of the window I could see her mother at the gate pressing at the intercom button. Tuti ran off to their room.  I pulled up my shorts and pressed the intercom.  "It's Suja, Mr Ed," she said.  "OK Suja," I replied and didn't press the open gate button making time for Tuti to clean up her face. The buzzer went again.  Waiting some seconds I answered.  "Mr Edward, I can't get in," she said.   "Sorry Suja, there must be something wrong with the gate," I replied before letting her in.

The following day I was in the engaged in field work just out of town. I got a text from Sarah saying she'd put George on the plane.  I got to her place that evening at about 8.30 giving her enough time to get Amy to bed. I was quite looking forward to some heavy lustful sex, wondering what surprise she'd come up with next.  I buzzed her on the security intercom and by the time I got to her front door she was stood waiting for me.  Skipping the usual greeting she immediately draped herself around me and tried to reach my tonsil with her tongue.  I could taste the white wine, she'd hit the bottle before I'd arrived, I wondered what else.

Breaking apart I took her hands and raising them, I kissed them and said, "I missed you." I could smell her cunt juice on her hands, she'd not just  started the wine without me!  "I've missed you too" she said "I've been wanking myself silly thinking about you." Leading me over to the sofa I sat down, she dropped to her knees in front of me, unzipped my fly, dug out my flaccid dick and set about trying to swallow it.  I'm not one that spends much of my life wondered how important foreplay is but a drink would have been nice before we got down to it.  Based almost entirely on her enthusiastic attempt to get my whole genitals in her mouth, my dick soon grew to its full, unimpressive length, but massively impressive steel temper.  I sat back and enjoyed her head bobbing up and down.  After some minutes, she looked up and said "I want you to come in my mouth."

 Ughhhhh, there's something about those words that never fails to hit the spot.  "That makes two of us," I responded. "But I'd also like a drink, I have some catching up to do, please get me a drink, whilst I slip out of these clothes, " I asked. 

I took my overnight bag into her bedroom, undressed and put on my cotton dressing gown.  Returning to the lounge, she had poured us both two huge glasses of white wine which were on a side table by the sofa.  Standing alongside the table, I picked up my glass and was taking a few gulp when I felt both her hands slide under my robe and onto my genitals.  Looking down I watched her slide forward on the sofa and bring my flaccid member to her mouth.  I don't think I have ever encountered a more enthusiastic cock sucker, this girl just wants to chew on cock meat all day.  The problem was, she can't have her cake and eat it, I can produce only so much semen in a given time period and she had more holes than I could fill. 

That said, it was very nice enjoying a glass of cold white wine watching her head bobby up and down on my dick.  Feeling my dick starting to contemplate the idea of emptying the contents of my balls into her mouth, I took hold of the sides of her head and slowly pulled her back off my dick. Leaning forward I kissed her before sitting down.  She climbed over me sort of kneeling, facing me, her legs either side of mine her bottom on my lap. Unable to restrain herself, she immediately dug out my genitals, her right hand stroking my dick, her left cupping my scrotum.  I pulled the tie on her robe allowing it to fall open at the front exposing her body to me.

"You've let your hair grow," I said noting that had stopped shaving her pubic hair.  "Yes, it was getting a bit tedious shaving it every morning, but if you want to we can shave it right now," she replied.  Running my fingers through her pubic hair it had grown long enough to achieve its softness but not so dense as to cover any detail the underlying features.  "I told you, I like it either way, you have a very pretty pussy shaved or unshaved," I told her whilst running my finger along her slit tickling her clit before plunging into her soft, warm very wet hole.  Slowly finger fucking I watched her face watching my finger slide in and out of her hole, my finger, right down to my palm glistening with her juice.  Curling my finger up onto her 'G' spot I massaged it slowly.  She was grinding her cunt onto my finger increasing her pleasure.  Scooping my finger up I withdrew from her; my finger dripping I brought it to my mouth and sucked it in up to the knuckle.

She groaned a grabbed her crotch, "Oh, my God, you don't know how much that turns me on," she said.  "I've been wanking on the picture of that in my head ever since the restaurant up until last when you replaced that picture with the picture of your balls smacking into that girls chin as she ate me and you fucked me from behind, " she revealed.

Gripping my shaft I brought the purple end of my dick under her as far as her anus and pulled it forwards across her hole and up her slit, the helmet dipping into her hole as it passed.  I repeated the action circling her hole with my helmet until the tension was too much for her and reaching down she held the head at her hole before sliding down until I was buried inside her.  We just sat there, not moving except for my knob throbbing and her vaginal muscles contracting.

"Talking about fantasies, I took your advice and started to write down my experiences with my step-father and I was a little surprised at what came out," she said.  "Like what?" I asked.  "Well, she said, I'd always believed I'd started it all, in my head it started with an incident when I was about seven years old, my step-dad was asleep with his dick hanging out of his pyjamas and I, out of curiosity squeezed it.  He woke up and I was frightened and he comforted me.  Then when I came to write it, I started thinking and worked out that it had started long before that." "Tell me about it?" I asked.

"My first memory was when I was about five, he used to bath me and I can remember asking him if I could pee in the bath, I can't remember why I wanted to pee in the bath, I'm sure it wasn't anything sexual.  I am sure it was just a child thing wanting to see wee splashing on water," she said.  "He said  it would be OK and I stood up and squirted my wee into the bath water.  I think that stuck in my mind because I expected him to say no, or maybe it  was him washing my fanny after I'd peed, I can remember standing there watching his soapy fingers washing me and again.  I think it stuck in my head, not because he was washing my private parts but because his fingers dipped into my private holes as they washed.  I didn't know there was a hole there until his fingers started probing in there.  I remember thinking it was something wrong but I was just so happy to be getting his attention." She continued.

"I told you that I'd been teased at school about not having a real daddy and when Peter came into my life I was so happy.  I must have needed the love and he clearly loved me very much and I loved him very much so when he washed my privates in a way that rung bells in my head I gave them no thought because I felt secure.  Other things I remember was the stroking, I
was always snuggling him and cuddling him and he would hold me and sometimes his hand would slide under my shirt or in my shorts, and he'd stroke my tummy or my bottom.  Again, I was happy to be stroked, it made me
feel loved and secure," she revealed.

Continuing, "then there was story time, after my bath he would read me a story or I would read with him, there was an easy chair in my bedroom and I would sit on his knee, my head and back on his chest, my legs draped either side of his in a way so that both of us could see the pages of the book so that he could help me with difficult words.  His hand would be under my nightshirt stroking my tummy and sometime would stray a little lower.  I remember a point in time thinking whether he wanted to stroke my fanny.  Sometimes he would also be wearing his pyjamas when we read and I could feel his penis hard under me," she said.

Continuing on, "at that age I'd never seen a penis, but I knew from talk with other girls that boys were different down there and I knew it was a secret, mysterious and naughty place.  One time I fell asleep reading and woke feeling something between my legs and his hand moving quickly.  By the time I awoke, his hand was no where near my crotch and I wasn't sure whether I'd imagined he'd been feeling my fanny.  All that was the background to the day when we'd been reading as usual, both in our pyjamas when I got off his knee to go to the toilet.  I was about seven at the time," she told me.

"When I came back he was sleeping in the chair and his dick was hanging  out of his fly.  I crept up to have a look at it.  I was so curious and so  frightened.  My heart pounding I got real close trying to see every detail constantly checking his eyes were closed.  I touched it with my finger and was surprised how soft and hot it was.  I carefully took hold of it to lift it to look underneath.  I was bent down looking underneath his dick at his scrotum when I felt his hand on the back of my head.  My heart nearly jumped out of my chest as I jumped up, tears starting to well un in my eyes. He stroked my cheek and told me everything was alright, and pulling me onto his lap he kissed me and told me how much he loved me.  I hugged him and felt warm and secure.  He told me it was natural for little girls to be curious and how it felt nice when I touched his penis; he called it his 'peenee'.  Again, I am sure at that age I didn't know what sex was, I just knew that there were some stuff that was supposed to be secrets and mysterious and I was curious.  I knew then, however, what had been sticking in my back when I was reading," she said.

Continuing her story, "soon after, when we sometimes read on the bed, he would sit me facing him with me sat on top of him with his hard penis laying right beneath my fanny.  He would rock back and forwards slightly and I was aware that our private parts, albeit parted by two pieces of clothing, were rubbing together.  It felt nice, I couldn't achieve an orgasm, in fact I am sure I didn't know orgasms existed but the rubbing felt nice and I was happy that I had something that he seemed to want.  It made me feel good that he wanted me for something.  Then there was one winters night, it was cold so he got into bed with me to keep me warm, he lay behind me and I could feel his hard penis up against my bottom, his hand stroking my tummy.  Then his hand slid down the front of my panties and between my legs.  I pretended to be asleep.  I don't know if he knew I was awake.  I felt him rubbing my pussy pressing his finger into my slit.  My heart was pounding, I was a bit frightened but I remember I also felt quite tingly," she revealed.

"Sometimes he'd slide into my bed first thing in the morning.  He'd kiss me and tell me how pretty I was and how much he loved me whilst he was sliding his hands into my panties and stroke my pussy.  I acted like I didn't know it was happening.  Then he suddenly stopped touching me, I must have been about nine at the time.  I remember feeling worried that he'd stopped loving me.  I would make a point to hug and kiss him and he'd hug and kiss me back but I was troubled that I had lost something special.  When he was stroking me, at those moments, I'd felt like he was all mine.  It's difficult to explain, although I knew what he was doing was wrong, I also knew that he liked doing it, I liked him doing it, we were doing something wrong together, something only us knew about and so it made us closer it gave us a certain bond.  When he stopped, I felt insecure.  I started   coming on to him, trying to get him back.  I'd ask him to snuggle me in bed and I'd wrap my legs around him covering and rubbing his dick with my thigh. I could feel him hard but he still didn't touch me,"' she said

"Finally one night when he was laying behind me I was thrusting my bottom back into his dick trying to provoke him and getting no where so I took his hand and asked him to stroke my tummy.  He stayed on my tummy so I pushed his hand down.  He kissed me and told me how I was his very special little angel and how much he wanted to 'love' me but he didn't want to hurt me.  I remember thinking what an absurd thing to say, he wasn't hurting me, if he thought I he was hurting me he needed to know he wasn't.  So I took his hand and pushed it inside my panties and he stated rubbing me hard and at the same time grinding his dick into my arse.  I remember feeling a little uncomfortable and wondering whether he was going to hurt me.  Then he groaned and dropped away.  He then kissed and hugged me telling me again
how special I was and that made me happy.  I was happy that our special relationship was back on track.  Of course at that time I don't think I knew that I'd opened the flood gates and what 'special' really meant,"  she revealed.

"Why, what happened?" I asked.  "It wasn't long before he asked me if I'd stroke him.  He was stroking my pussy and he asked me if it felt good, I told him it did, which it did. He asked me if I'd like to make him feel good, of course I said yes.  Then he asked me to stroke him.  I knew what he meant, I can't recall if I just knew instinctively, anyway I turned to face him and got hold of his dick  and just kind of explored it with my hands.  I was curious and I also felt like I had some power, the power to make my dad feel good.  At some point during one of these feeling sessions he explained to me some of the mechanics of sex.  He told me about orgasms and about sperm.  He showed me how to jack him off.  The first time I jacked him off if was under the covers in the dark so I did see anything I was just aware of fluid pouring over my hand.  As time went on he progressed from stroking with his hand to licking me with his tongue between my legs," she told me.

Continuing her story, "I was still a virgin and I remember feeling his tongue squeeze inside me.  It was a different kind of feeling.  Apart from the tingly pleasure it gave me I was also kind of proud that my dad loved me so much he would put his tongue in the place where I peed," she said.

"I remember the first time I saw him ejaculate.  It was during the day, on one of the school holidays.  Mum was at the shops, he beckoned me to follow him upstairs.  He sat on the chair in my room, took out his dick and I knelt down in front of him and jacked him off.  I was amazed as he ejaculated more than foot in the air followed by the sperm erupting out of the end of his dick like a volcano.  Even then I never for a moment considered what were doing was evil or dirty, I was only concerned that we didn't get caught because I knew if we did it would have to stop," she told me.

"By the time I was ten, when he lay with me in my bed he would lower my panties and rub his dick through my legs with his hand pushing it up to bring pressure on my clit.  By that age I was starting to feel the tingles and tension that come prior to orgasm but I couldn't quite reach orgasm.  He had also started me sucking his dick.  He told me that if I swallowed his sperm my breast would grow, and I believed him.  All little girls want their breasts to grow, nobody wants to be the girl in class with a flat chest when everyone else has got tits.  He was sat on my chair one day with me kneeling in front of him jacking him off when he put his hand on the back of my head and asked me to suck him. "I couldn't wait, I wanted tits like yesterday so I sucked and sucked  until he started ejaculating in my mouth and I sucked and swallowed as fast as I could," she revealed.

By this time Sarah was rocking her hips as she ground down on my cock.  I was massaging her tits.

"I was ten when he finally fully penetrated me," she said.  "He'd been going through the motions for months, pushing his finger deeper and deeper into me, laying behind me in bed his dick between my legs, every now and again the end of his dick would press up against my entrance and bend before slipping off.  He started putting his fingers in front to stop it slipping off and sort of stabbed at my hole.  By that time I wanted to be penetrated, I knew it would be painful but I also had, by now, feelings that felt like satisfaction could only be achieved by penetration.  I wanted to feel full and stretched.  The first time he entered me I felt like I would split in two but it also felt right somehow.  I remember feeling with my hand.  Feeling his dick sliding in and out of my little hole.  Feeling his balls beneath me.  It hurt but it felt so good.  I had my first orgasm on one of these occasions.  Mom was out at her Bible study evening.  He was laying behind me as usual.  His dick between my legs.  He was rocking backwards and forwards pressing at the entrance to my vagina and penetrating slightly, I could feel his dick pushing into me.  I sort of lost contact with the world, my spirit seemed to have left my body as his dick pushed at me," she revealed.

Sarah was clearly getting into it as she ground away at my meat, I could feel my helmet pushing against her cervix.  She's stopped talking and was now moaning as she pumped away burying my meat deep into her hole.  I commenced massaging her clit, that was it!  "Aargggggggggggggg!" she  screamed as she came.  "Oh fuck, fuck me, daddy!  Fuck me!" she cried.  

Before I had a chance to linger on what I had heard her call out.  "Mummy, Mummy!  What's the matter?" I heard.  That instantly snapped us both back to reality.  It was one of those 'time stands still' moments as one's brain rips into action computing the possibilities.  A little girl was running towards her mother, who is impaled on my dick.  How do we get out of that..  Sarah's head was obviously computing the same equation.  She couldn't get up and expose my purple, steaming, wet, hot meat.  Before Amy had put in two steps, Sarah had computed the options and decided on her move.  Drawing her robe across her chest, she spun round pivoting on my dick and dropping her legs between mine, she held out her arms.

"I'm sorry sweetie, did my shouting I wake you?  I'm alright, I just spilt my wine," she explained.  Amy arrived at her side, her hair dishevelled, her teddy bear covered nightie clinging to her seven year old frame.  "Mommy, why are you sitting on Uncle Eddie?" she asked.  "Because he was naughty," she said, "he tickled me causing me to spill my wine so I am sitting on him to punish him." She lifted Amy onto her lap and rocked backwards and forwards like she was rocking he to sleep.  The rocking motions did not go unnoticed by my dick which had steeled to the erotic sight of the little girl in her mothers arms.

As Sarah rocked she stroked Amy's hair comforting her and "shhhhhhushing" her like a mom would to a frightened child.  I wanted to stroke her hair also, I wanted to stroke the child whilst I fucked her mom. I wondered whether Sarah realised that her rocking motions caused my dick to piston up and down her tube.  Was she rocking Amy or was she grinding my dick.  That question was answered when she lowered her arm between her legs and under herself to catch my balls.  My balls which were soaked with her juices.  She rocked backwards and forwards as she rolled my wet nut sack between her finger.  What was this woman going to do next?  She knew this was turning me on and she was doing it to please me.  Was she also turned on by me fucking her in front of her daughter?  Pondering the obscene possibilities, pulled all the strings of my bow, my dick was throbbing. 
With all the silence In could muster I let loose.   She must have felt it because she increased the rocking speed and I could feel her cunt muscles contracting on my dick.  A fantasy come real, I unloaded my semen into the womb of a mother in front of her child.  Erotic is not a strong enough word to describe the scene.  The sexual tension in my body eventually subsided leaving a limp shell beneath her.

She knew she could do no more, "Come on baby, let's get you to bed," she  said and stood up.  My dick dropped from her hole followed by a splodge of goo dropping from her gaping hole and splattering on the floor.  I watched her carry Amy to her room, my sponk running down the inside of her thighs; an awesome sight.  What do I say when she returns?  What will she say?  It's a bit of a conversation stopper.  Closing my robe, I sat up waiting for her return.  She came out, smiling like the cat that had just eaten the cream, saying nothing she picked up our glasses and took them to the kitchen.  Returning with two re-charged glasses of wine she sat by my side and drawing her knees up nuzzled into my side.  "Did that turn you on?" she whispered in my ear.  "Turn me on?" I said.  "That lit me up like a Christmas tree!  It was so erotic, it was naughty, it was dangerous, it was amazing."

"I like being naughty," she said smiling with that same mischievous smile that Amy has.  I lowered my head and slid my tongue between her lips. "Me too" I said.

Both satisfied for the moment, we sat and drank our wine.  I spoke: "You  didn't finish your story," I said.

"OK where was I - I had my first orgasm, I sort of blacked out, I didn't so much loose consciousness it was more like extreme dizziness.  Prior to then I'd felt the sort of sexual pleasure that comes prior to orgasm but had never reached that crescendo.  On this occasion I wasn't expecting it, in fact I didn't know what it was or what to expect it just sort of happened, it washed right through my body, my head was spinning, it was like an out of body experience, it probably only lasted for seconds.  I was then aware of my body moving, then a feeling of fullness inside me and then pain as I realised my dads dick was fully inside me, stretching me and rubbing me.  I cried for him to stop as he was hurting me but he just went quicker.  I felt him ejaculating inside me and then he slowed to a stop.  When he pulled out of me I sat up and the bed was a mess of blood, semen and sweat.  He told me to take a bath whilst he cleaned up," she said.

"I soaked in the bath trying to sooth my torn vagina.  In the following days I tried by poking and prodding myself to re-create that feeling but I was too sore.  He was also pestering me for more, but it was weeks before the desire for orgasm overcame the fear of pain.  Of course the next time wasn't painful and after that he fucked me every time mum was out and sometimes when she was in," she said.

"I had my first period when I was twelve.  That's when he started fucking my arse.  I remember thinking, what a bizarre idea.  He'd fingered my bum lots of times during intercourse and I did like it but it never occurred to me that he might want to try and get his dick up there.  I was a little apprehensive thinking it might be painful but he covered us with some sort of lubricant and once he got past the opening it slid right up quite easily.  I remember thinking how considerate he was being careful not to get me pregnant and how much he must love me to put his dick into a smelly hole," she told me.

Continuing her story, "he was fucking my arse the day we got caught.  I was on all fours on my bedroom floor and he was behind me with his back to the door.  My mom walked in on us.  She went absolutely ballistic.  She leapt onto him scratching and thumping like a deranged person.  I didn't know whether she was going to kill him or kill herself.  He broke free and ran from the house.  I have never seen him or heard from him since.  From bits I overheard afterwards they reckoned he was somewhere in South America," she added.

"For years afterwards I was paraded past, doctors, priests, psychologists, psychiatrists and god knows who else.  I was convinced that what had happened evil.  I didn't dare tell them I liked it.  I felt deep guilt not only for liking it but because I believed I had started it or at least encouraged it.  As I told you, after that I forced myself into celibacy until I married George.  I wouldn't even allow myself to scratch my fanny.  I would sometimes dream about my step-dad and wake up during orgasm which made me feel even more guilty.  Is it any wonder my heads so screwed up?" she concluded.

"I can't deny that your sexual history and development is a little bizarre," I said, "but if I didn't know your history I would not know from anything you have done that you were any different from anybody else, you are a lovely, intelligent, interesting, attractive sexy lady Sarah and sex with you is not bizarre it is exciting, enjoyable and normal."

"What kind of things are NOT normal?" she asked.  "That's a big question," I replied " and I can only give my opinion, but weirdoes who have sex with animals or dress up in rubber or like pain aren't normal.  That said, and I am going to contradict myself here, I had sex with a girl once who wanted me to smack her arse when she came." Laughing, "You're joking!" she said.

"No, I met her at a seminar / convention type thing, we had a few drinks  and went back to her room.  After the usual preamble and the time came for us to do it, she insisted I shag her from behind whilst she was on all fours.  As she was coming she started screaming for me to smack her arse, I sort of slapped it lightly and she was screaming harder, I hit her a bit harder and she was screaming at me 'harder,' like angrily screaming, so I brought the palm of my hand down on her arse with an almighty !!SMACK!!, I don't know about her arse, my palm was stinging.  That smack seemed to help her achieve a climax because as I smacked she cried 'YES!' and she achieved orgasm.  I never saw her again.  Smacking her arse didn't turn me on in any way but I was happy to do it if it helped her which it seemed to do.  God knows what makes a person want to be smacked like that.  I'm not sure if I could have handled a permanent relationship with someone who needed their arse smacking every time we had sex," I told her. 

"Have you done any other kinky stuff?" she asked.  "No," I said, "but if you want to try anything let me know." "Lets take a shower," she suggested.

We stood in the hot water, stroking each other.  She soaping my flaccid dick, me soaping her soft tits, running my finger around her areola and tweaking her nipples.  She took my face in her hands and leaning forward, slid her tongue between my lips.  It was a sensual kiss, it wasn't just lust, it was a 'I want to get closer to you' kiss.  I wondered if she was forming feelings for me.  Pulling apart she stared directly into my eyes looking for some sign of what I was thinking.  I smiled; leaned forward and kissed her back folding my arms around her and pulling her into me.

Pulling away she stroked my chest, looking at it as though she was  wondering what it would be like to own it.  Lowering her eyes she laughed, "You're pissing in the shower again," she said pointing to the water running down off my dick.  "I'm not," I protested, "It's the shower water running down off my chest." "It's OK, I don't mind if you piss in the shower," she said.  "That's very considerate of you," I said "but I'm not pissing.  Look closely." She dropped to her knees and sitting on her heels brought her head forward so that the water running off my dick cascaded off onto her face.  She opened her mouth onto the flow allowing the water to flow in and out down her chin.  I held her head with my hands and smiling down at her I stood forward bringing my limp dick onto her lips.  She took my the floppy piece of meat into her mouth and rolled it around her tongue. Drawing back she rose up and kissed me.  Holding my still flaccid dick, "Shall we play pissing games?" she asked.  "OK.  What do you want to do?" I asked.  Without replying she got back down on her heels in front of me, holding my dick pointed at her chest.  I concentrated and allowed the wine to flow.  Piss gushed from the end of my dick which she directed at her nipples.  Rubbing it into her skin as it flowed.  As the flow stopped she took my dick in her mouth and sucked it dry.

Standing up she said, "That was naughty!" and smiled that mischievous smile.  "Want to watch me?" she asked.  "Very much" I replied.

I dropped to my knees, my face level with her crotch.  She leant back her shoulders on the tiled wall.  Taking both hands either side of her pussy slit she spread her lips exposing the dark pink interior.  I waited focusing on her clit which was squeezed out of it's hood.  Suddenly her urethra opened and the torrent jetted forward hitting my chest with force. I put my finger in the flow and pushed back towards her urethra causing the urine to splatter in every direction.  She giggled at the display.  The force of the flow was quite amazing, much thicker and more powerful than my piss flow.  The torrent ending, I watched as her urethra winked expelling the last drops.  I leant forward and taking her clit between my lips I sucked hungrily, lapping at her juices.

I stood up and without speaking she turned to face the tiled wall and stretching up, she placed her palms on the tiles and thrust her but out.  I slid a hand under her and dragged my fingers from the top of her slit, past her vagina and up over her anus causing her to shiver.  Hold my now erect shaft I presented the head of my dick at her love hole and slid in easily to the bottom of her tube.  The water still running over us, I pumped slowly listening to her moan.  She brought a hand down and around and grabbing my shaft she pulled me out of her slippy hole and presented the head of my dick at her back door.  I pushed forward.  Her sphincter was no match for the soapy water and my dick slid past burying itself deep in her colon.  I pumped her arse slowly and deliberately.  As she started moaning louder, I covered her mouth with my hand muffling the noise.  With one hand over her mouth, the other tickling her clit I fucked her arse as hard and as deep as I could.  All the time watching the obscene sight of my dick sliding in and out of her rectum, her sphincter trying to strangle my knob.


Her moans turned to a muffled "fuck, fuck, fuck." I wondered if she was picturing her father again.  Was she fantasising that she was thirteen and it was her step-dad fucking her thirteen year old arse.  Feeling my climax coming I fought to hold back wanting her to come first.  Finally she gasped into my hand and I felt her body tense.  Feeling her come, I let go of the knot in my sperm tube and deposited the contents deep in her bowels.  Slowly pumping, her sphincter made effortless work of draining the remnant  of sponk from my dick.

Exhausted I dropped to my knees panting, and looking up watched my sponk drain out of her arse, to be caught in the water flow and washed down her legs to the porcelain below.  I leant forward and kissed her buttocks; she brought back her hand and stroked my face.  Rising up I turned and kissed her.  "That was awesome" I said.  "And the rest," she replied.

I left her under the shower still recovering whilst I dried myself and returned to the lounge and well earned drink.  Sarah emerged and beckoned me to join her in the bedroom.  I refilled our glasses and joined her locking the bedroom door behind me to prevent Amy getting any more surprises.  We sat in her bed watching TV, playing footsie, drinking our wine and talking.  We talked about our marriages and the sham that they were.  I wondered whether she was sounding me out for a permanent partnership.  I felt quite sure she had feelings for me.  It seemed a logical progression that we formalise our situation and I am sure she was looking for pointers on how I felt.

She's smart, she realised where this conversation was going and she realised that I was trying to be supportive without committing myself.  What she didn't know was, the thing that worried me most was whether I could cope with living full time with a nymphomaniac.  It reasonable to presume that her inexhaustible enthusiasm for sex was because it was new, I was also enthusiastic, she was new, different exciting.  The question was, when the newness wears off, and I want to settle down to sex three or four times a week will she still want it four times a night.  Sex is a strange thing, when you can't have it you crave it, when it's all over you like a rash, you feel suffocated.

I somehow found words to convince her that I had feelings for her, I was  attracted to her, I enjoyed her company and I wanted to continue our relationship but I held back on a joint marital suicide pact.  I think I found the right words.  I hoped that I had.  We slept until the alarm went off the next morning.  She got up and locked me in the bedroom.  I got showered and dressed.  She came back with the escape plan.  She would get in the bathroom with Amy and shut the door whilst I made a quiet exit.

My thoughts all that day were whether to split with Pam and hitch up with Sarah.  The other problem was Amy, how would I be able to keep my hands off her if she became my step-daughter.  I played with the idea of ending our relationship.  I really wanted a simple life, I didn't need these complications.  Perhaps it just wasn't worth it.

   


To be continued
   



