Tales from the Caribbean - Missed the Wedding


Pedo, hetero, consensual

Realize that this is fiction. I would be crazy if I tried any of
this stuff I write about, and it's odd that I feel it necessary
to say so here. If I were writing a murder thriller, I wouldn't
need to put in a rider saying that you shouldn't try killing
someone. But, because this is underage sex, not murder, it is so
dreadful (in society) that I feel it is expected that I should
warn any readers not to do anything naughty like this at home.

Above all, remember, that to do so is illegal. So, you are duly
warned.



Missed the Wedding follows after an Overview:

Having spent fifteen years in the enveloping warmth of the
Caribbean, I have come to understand and love the people. I have
travelled extensively throughout the islands and talked at length
with the locals.

Gradually, I have become aware of a trend that had been alien to
me and, to begin with, was a little shocking. I found that many
of the women who confided in me, confessed to having had very
early sexual experiences. They told me that they had been, almost
exclusively, happy experiences and ones that they would never
regret; but also, they revealed that they would usually recommend
their own children to undergo similar experiences providing the
man was caring and considerate.

A simple example of this was given to me by my maid who had been
reporting to me that one of her neighbour's children - I later
met her: a pretty, sleight little girl of eleven - had been
visiting the home of another neighbour; a man in his sixties. My
maid discovered this through a confession given by the child to
her own (my maid's) daughter. Apparently, for over three years,
she had been visiting the old man daily, after school, to
administer oral sex to him, and to receive it. The girl claimed
to enjoy it and was happy to receive her little bag of sweets at
the end of the week as her reward. However, the girl confessed
that for the last year or so, she had been having full,
penetrative sex with the old man, and this caused my maid a
little concern. So she had approached the child's mother and
revealed all. The mother's response seemed to me to epitomise the
prevailing philosophy, for she had said:

"It's her cunt; she can do what she likes with it!"

My series of stories - all prefixed with Tales from the Caribbean
- are dramatisations of true stories as revealed to me over my
time here. Although usually written from the male perspective,
they were ALL told to me by the, now adult, girl-children who
experienced the episodes. You may find some stories disturbing
because it is clear that the child was the instigator at a very
young age, or because the child was indisputably coerced or
tricked; or maybe you will be shocked at how girls can be so
driven - almost crazed - by their sexual desires at ages as young
as six. If any of these are the case, you must bear in mind that
this is the culture that pervades after generations of similar
experiences and perhaps it is the overriding sexuality of the
Caribbean female that is at fault.

Above all, two things should be remembered. First, they are all
based on true experiences as revealed to me by the girls
themselves; and, second, you do not have to read them.


The Story:


Tales from the Caribbean - Missed the Wedding



I hate weddings. I have been to too many in my time and usually
become depressed when I consider how most guests end up behaving
and how most relationships turn out.

It was for those reasons - and one other in particular - that I
was glad I was not even invited to the wedding my daughter
attended. She and her husband had to travel to another island and
therefore had to stay over from Friday through to Sunday. That's
why I was asked to baby sit.

She has three kids; one three, a girl, another girl of nine and a
boy of fourteen. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't need me
to look after them as the boy was mature enough. However,
recently she had moved the boy into an outhouse which he had
converted into his own living quarters - don't ask me why, but it
had something to do with teenage angst. Anyway, the problem had
been that he had extended his new-found-freedom to inviting
friends around for drinking sessions - surprise, surprise. My
daughter had even found a condom wrapper under his bed and he
confessed to having had sex with a girlfriend of thirteen!

Anyway, with me in charge, everything went smoothly until the
second evening. The girls had gone off to bed as good as gold -
as they always are with me - and the boy was in his quarters with
just one friend. Or so I thought.

It was around ten that I heard the back door open softly and I
looked round to see his handsome face peer sheepishly around the
door to the living-room.

"Er, Granddad, I think I might need your help," he mumbled. I
could tell he was a little worse for drink but I regarded that as
something for his mother to deal with on her return, if I decided
to inform her.

"What is it?" I asked with a sigh which implied, here we go
again, and rose to follow him.

When we reached his rooms, I found just his friend, also looking
sheepish, and a stunningly good-looking girl of about twelve
half-standing and half-falling against the sofa.

"Who's this?" I asked crossly. I looked at her carefully. She was
half-black and half-white, getting the best features from both. I
was surprised at her ample breasts for a twelve-year-old. Ok they
were only like half oranges (sorry for all the halves), but I
could tell they were very firm, even though she wore a bra. You
see, she had on a low cut top which showed the upper half of her
pretty bra and her tits were nestled inside the cups. The cups
were too big and obviously quite redundant for I could see her
delightful tits jiggling happily in there. She was naked around
the waist and wore a very simple and flimsy piece of material as
a skirt. I discovered soon after that she also wore a thong
instead of knickers. Here was a very sexy-looking
twelve-year-old.

"This is Candy," he told me. "She just turned up like this -
wasted. She can stay if she wants because she has already told
her mum she was, but we thought you should know that she is like
this."

"No, I can't have her sleep here in this condition. She will
probably start throwing up soon." I began.

"Oh, she already has," he told me, "in the toilet."

"Ok, well, carry her in to the house and lay her on the sofa.
I'll get a bowl from the kitchen."

It didn't take long to sort things out and I sent the guys back
and locked the house up. I went back to the girl and studied her
harder. Talking of harder, my cock had rarely been so.

Kneeling next to her, I patted her face softly, and then much
harder. Beyond a few groans, a half-hearted attempt to open her
eyes and a flop of her head in the other direction, she showed no
reaction. Candy was totally out of it.

I rolled her away from me and undid her bra and the three buttons
that were at the back of her top then, laying her on her back
again, I pulled the items off to fully expose her upper body. Her
tight little breasts pointed straight up at me, firm and
cone-shaped. Each was topped off first by a swollen areola and
then a quarter-inch nipple. Those items, on her left breasts,
went into my mouth very nicely indeed.

I really enjoyed sucking on them and pulling and squeezing the
breast assembly on her right side. Candy never even stirred and
so I broke off for a moment to remove her skirt and thong, drape
her left leg off the sofa and thus expose her hairless cunt. I
dived back to her breasts and allowed my left hand to explore her
naked cunt, stroking her clit and dipping my finger-tip into her
tight vagina. She was moist up her hole and I really appreciated
that for it helped my finger slip about and in and out.

I savoured this beautiful little girl for over an hour, licking
and sucking her cunt as well as everywhere else I could enjoy. I
had found early on that her hymen was gone and that I could get
my finger easily all the way up her cunt, so, when I was ready, I
turned Candy over onto her belly, pulled her legs off the sofa so
her knees were on the floor and then, parting her legs, placed my
throbbing cock against her hole.

With all my playing with her naked and unconscious body, I had
made her very wet and her hole less tight than it had been to
start with. Thus, I was easily able to insert my throbbing prick
into her cunt. It slipped in smoothly and resolutely all the way
so that my balls were resting against her firm young thighs.

Stroking her delightful bum with one hand and pulling on her
squashed tit that was against the cushion with the other, I
stroked slowly and methodically into her for a good twenty
minutes, without pause. It was a slow fuck; a very slow fuck. Her
pussy was smooth, tight, wet and slippery and quite the best cunt
I had ever been in. I think I might have liked to have fucked her
like that for the rest of my life, I savoured it so much.
However, the inevitable cannot be avoided and I had to come. I
had already decided that with my vasectomy, I could safely shoot
my load into her; it was just her knowledge of her dripping pussy
in the morning I thought might matter. But then I thought that
just maybe, she might appreciate a bit of slippery cum oozing out
her pussy in the morning; she might think she'd had a good night.
Well, I had thus far.

So I just carelessly shot my load into her. Sure it was good, to
have all that stuff coursing up my shaft and out into her tight
little cunt, but I cannot say it was the best. I think maybe I
had been shafting her too long and my prick's sensitivity had
diminished a little, or maybe it was not getting any feedback
from the child. Whatever, it was good enough and I was sated -
for now.

I left the twelve-year-old's abused body in the position I'd
fucked her so I could enjoy the sight as I drank my coffee. In
fact, whilst I spent an hour or two watching the late-night tv I
occasionally re-arranged Candy's naked body for my visual
enjoyment. I even laid her out at my feet and used her as a
foot-stool for a short while, playing with her lovely smooth skin
with the soles of my feet, occasionally squeezing her firm tits
under my toes.

Naturally, the time came when I had to sleep but also when my
prick had risen again. So a final fuck before sleep seemed the
appropriate thing to do. I laid her on her back this time, pulled
her thin little legs apart and buried my cock between her
hairless lips. I kissed her mouth, pulled her breasts about and
fucked her hard. I came this time within a couple of minutes.

So as to fully enjoy my time with Candy, I carried her (and her
clothes) up to my room and laid her naked body in my double-bed.
Naked also, I went to sleep on the other side. When she awoke in
the morning, I would try and persuade her that she had seduced me
and that she had said it was the best fuck she had ever had. Or
maybe, I would make out that I was the caring adult who felt she
needed me to oversee her sleep and that I would never touch her -
apart from removing her clothes so they wouldn't get vomited
over. Whichever, I would deal with it according to her reactions
in the morning.


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When daylight came, I gradually awoke with the awareness that
little Candy was cuddling me. I felt her arm across my belly and
her head on my chest. It was her fuzzy hair that tickled my nose
that startled me into full consciousness. She felt me jump.

"Morning, sir," she greeted me with.

"Morning," I mumbled into her hair.

"I'm sorry about last night, sir," she said. "I don't remember
too much about what happened after I got here," she confessed.
Her voice was like pure silk.

"Don't be sorry, honey," I told her. Why should she be sorry for
providing me with a couple of glorious fucks.

"Why am I naked?" she asked. "Did you take my clothes off? Did I
get them dirty?"

"Yeah, I did. Didn't want them to get dirty or messed up in bed.
You don't mind do you?"

"No. I expect you are used to it. Did anything happen last
night?" she asked.

"Sure. You got very drunk, passed out and we carried you in here.
I stripped you naked," I told her, then decided to tease her.
"Then I enjoyed stroking your titties," I laughed as if it was a
joke.

"Cool," she said. "Pity I wasn't awake. I like them being played
with." Well, of course that took me by surprise. "Did you do
anything else?"

"Like what?" I asked.

"You know, like play with me, er, down there?" she spoke softly
with a slight croak in her voice.

"What, like here?" I asked and placed my fingers up against her
pussy.

"Yeah, there," she answered, and I could feel her press herself
against them as she raised one knee to part her legs a little.
"Mmm, that's nice," she told me.

Candy slid her hand down until it reached my swollen cock. She
said nothing about it, but she rolled her fingers over its
surface until she had them encompassed around the shaft, then she
gripped it tight.

Without saying anything, Candy slid her whole body over mine and,
still holding my cock, slipped her cunt over it and then let out
a long and loud sigh.

"Oh, yeah," she said as she got my whole length into her. "I
never had a real grown man's cock before last night. All the boys
I've had, had little ones no bigger than your fingers. This is
really nice, sir." And with those words, she began to fuck me -
slowly to begin with.

After a few minutes, however, Candy raised her body so that she
was sitting on me, impaled by my cock, and began to bounce up and
down on it. Very quickly, she was riding my prick fast and
furious, bouncing so much that her legs left the bed as she
bounced into the air on the tip of my cock. She kept this up for
maybe five minutes, coming several times before collapsing onto
my chest. She said nothing but soon fell asleep for another half
hour. I hadn't come, after doing so twice last night, and because
I had been so enthralled with Candy's enthusiasm.

I hadn't registered her reference to `before last night', at the
time she'd said it - when she'd slid my cock into her - but now,
as she slept, those words began to echo in my mind. It was only
much later that I discovered that Candy had been partly conscious
last night, although unable to respond, as I had abused her. She
remembered most of what I had done to her, approved and decided
to take my cock for her own pleasure this morning.

She woke when I tried to slip out from under her. I needed to get
up for I thought I had heard stirrings in the house and thought
it was either the maid arriving or the two girls getting up. I
was on my feet before Candy opened her eyes.

"Are you going, sir?" she asked, and then looked down to my
erection. She stretched out her hand to stroke it, but it was
beyond her reach.

"I have to see to the kids," I told her.

"Oh, but I want to do it again, and you didn't come," she
informed me knowledgeably whilst pouting her lips in mock pity.

"Well, you can quickly suck me off if you want and..."

"Oh, yes please," she responded quickly and leaped to her knees
and grabbed my cock. Within seconds she had my prick throbbing in
her mouth and I had my hands roaming over her tits, back, face
and hair.

There seemed no reason to ask her silly questions like, Can I
come in your mouth? so I just let her have it. Candy sure was a
good cock-sucker, and I guess was the school tart, for she must
have had lots of experience. No-one ever gave me head as good as
she and I came very quickly and intensely.

As soon as she had licked the last drops off, I slipped on some
clothes, threw hers to her and left the room, without a word -
not even a thank you.

The kids were up and the maid had already served breakfast. I
told her about the girl I had to rescue last night and how I had
to let her sleep in my bed whilst I slept on the chair. I didn't
care if she believed me or not, I didn't really need to tell her
anything at all.

Later, I handed Candy back to the boys who may have asked her
questions. If they did, I doubt she would have told them anything
about my activities.


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Five days later, at my own home about a mile away, I answered a
ring at the door at around three-thirty in the afternoon. You may
already have anticipated that it was Candy, although it was the
last person I would have expected. She stood looking very sexy
even though she was in her school uniform.

"Hi," I greeted her incredulously.

"Hi. My mum says I can stay the weekend. Will that be ok?" She
smiled broadly. She saw my frozen look and added, "Well, she
thinks I will be at your daughter's, but I think we can get round
that. So, if it's ok with you, maybe we could fuck all weekend."

"Sure," I said, and stood aside to let her in. "Do you like
weddings?" I asked her as my mind went back to how we came to be
in this situation.

"They're ok," she said as she began to remove all of her
clothing. I picked her warm, naked brown body up in my arms, held
her weight by the bum and squeezed her to me.

"I love weddings," I whispered into her hot little ear as I
hooked out my hard cock and lowered her onto it.




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