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 Author: Explorer
Title: A DAUGHTER LOST, A DAUGHTER FOUND
Summary: George's girlfriend's 12 year old daughter fills the gap in his
life after he was forced to leave his own 7 year girl with his wife.
Keywords: MF Mg ped / pedo pre-teen pre-school inc oral anal ws
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   Chapter 2 SEVEN YEAR ITCH FINALLY SCRATCHED

   Jemma woke early.  Her eyes flickered as she sorted out dream from
reality in her head.  She felt her crotch as she remembered the reality. 
Her cheeks filled with blood as she blushed.  Would she ever be able to
look him in the eye?  Entering the kitchen, she kept her head down.  Over
breakfast she raised the courage to look up at him and he winked at her. 
She nearly came in her pants just with him winking at her!

   She could think of nothing else all day at school.  She lost count of
the number of times the teacher had caught her day dreaming.  Judy also
noticed she was different.  She pestered her all day asking her why she was
acting strangely.  She was in love.  She ached to feel his strong arms
around her; she hungered for his lips on hers; she yearned to feel the
union of their bodies.  She wanted all these things but didn't know what to
do and she was also frightened of frightening him away.  She also feared
the embarrassment of rejection as a stupid little girl.

   The school bell finally came and she and Judy collected their books and
other stuff together for the walk home.  She was shocked to find George
outside school in his car.  George waved to them.

   "Who's that hunk?" asked Judy.  "That's my mom's boyfriend," she
replied. Jemma's face was red with embarrassment.  "Hi, I was just passing
and I thought I'd pick you up," said George.  Jemma was struck dumb.  Judy
was grinning like a Cheshire cat.  "Aren't you going to introduce me to
your friend?" asked George.  "This is Judy," was the best Jemma could get
out.  George stretched out his hand to shake Judy's hand.  Judy felt the
electricity shoot straight through her body to her crotch.  "OK girls, jump
in," George instructed.

   "Jemma, is there anything special you'd like for supper this evening?"
George asked.  "No, nothing special," Jemma replied still struggling to
compose herself.  "Tell you what, why don't we go to McDonalds?" asked
George.  "I think Judy has to get home," replied Jemma.  "No I don't , I
don't have to be home right away," Judy cut in jabbing her elbow into
Jemma's ribs at the same time.

   Inside the restaurant the girls made their choices.  George ordered,
Jemma found them seats and Judy went to the toilets.  George sat alongside
Jemma at the table when Judy returned.  Jemma nearly choked on her burger.
Judy had taken off her school tie, unbuttoned the top buttons of her shirt
and exposed her tummy by tying her shirt around her waist.  She looked like
Britney Spears, except that Judy was not wearing her bra.  Judy sat
opposite them briefly before standing up and stretching over the table for
a napkin and in doing so exposed her developing tits to George's gaze. 
Jemma was furious and was near explosion when she noticed George arranging
his dick which was bulging noticeably.  Jemma fumed all through dinner as
Judy coo cooed at George.  Dinner finished the agony was coming to a close
and not too soon for Jemma.  Judy blew George a kiss as he dropped her
outside her house.  Jemma was near tears from a combination of frustration
and rage.

   "Did you think Judy was pretty?" she asked.  "Yes, she was very pretty
but not as pretty as you," he replied.  "She's a slapper," Jemma exclaimed
with venom.  "What's a slapper?" asked George knowing the answer but
wanting to hear Jemma talking dirty.  "She's a slut, she'd let anyone do
it," she replied.  "I'm sure you don't me anyone, she wouldn't do it with
an ugly old man like me," he teased.  "Oh yes she would, she thinks you're
cute," she replied.  "Well you can tell her I belong to another girl and
her name is Jemma," he replied.  Those are the words she wanted to hear,
she snuggled into his side and hugged his arm careful not to impede his
driving.  She looked down at his crotch to see his dick still bulging in
his pants.  Was he thinking about her or Judy, she wondered.

   George carried her bags to the house with Jemma still hugging his arm.
Sitting on the sofa with Jemma stood before him, he held her tiny waist as
he smiled up at her.  "Am I really your girl?" she asked.  "If you want to
be," he replied as he slid his hands down the grey material of her school
uniform skirt.  "Do you want to be my girl?" he asked as his hands stroked
the bare flesh of her legs.  She nodded.  Her skin was silky soft and warm.
He smiled up at her as his hands rose up the outsides of her thighs.  "Do
you think you could love me as much as you loved your daddy?" he asked. 
"Yes," she replied.  Jemma heart was pounding, his hands on her thighs felt
like hot irons.  She felt her pussy getting wet.  "I saw you looking down
her shirt," she told him.  "I couldn't help it she practically stripped off
in front of me, I didn't want to see her titties, I want to see yours," he
told her.  Her knees wobbled at the thought that he might be even slightly
interested in the pathetic bumps on her chest.  "Will you show me?" he
asked.  She started to unbutton her shirt.  George brought his hand between
her legs stroking her soft sensitive inner thigh.  As she went down the
buttons, George's hand rose up her inner thigh towards her crotch.  As his
hand got closer the heat increased.  It was as though her pussy was an
electric heater.  Opening her shirt she exposed the two walnuts on her
chest that were pretending to be tits.  He raised his left arms and
extending a finger her circled her nipple savouring the super silky
softness of her developing areola.  Jemma's mind was so focused on the
embarrassment of exposing her pathetic chest that she had become
momentarily unaware that George's hand between her legs had now reached her
crotch.  She felt pressure from his strong hands on the gusset of her
panties.  Her pussy muscles twitched, pumping out more goo from her little
hole.

   George pushed his finger into the wet material of her panties covering
her tiny fuck tube.  He looked into her eyes for reaction.  She was biting
her bottom lip.  Holding her shirt open she stood motionless whilst he
probed her wetness.  George removed his hands, stood up and picking her up
he carried her to her room.  Laying her on the bed, he lay besides her.

   Stroking her cheek he stared into her innocent, vulnerable eyes. 
Kissing her lips, "I love you," he told.  She smiled.  "Do you love me a
little bit?" he asked.  Love him a little bit?  She ached for his love, she
was drifting through clouds, her heart fluttering she was his, he owned
her, she wanted him to own her, she wanted to be his.  "I love you more
than anything," she replied.  George traced a finger around her nipples
before doing the same tracing with his extended tongue.  He gently sucked
on the small but perfect lumps.  She held his head as he suckled her chest.
She felt warm and secure.  He was her man, her baby, she was his woman. 
George slid a hand down and lifting her dress he exposed her schoolgirl
white panties, the little slit of her podgy mound evident in the front of
them.  Looking into her eyes he slid his hand inside her panties savouring
her puffy lump and the soft downy hair that covered it.  Pushing his middle
finger into her slit his mind formed a picture of what his finger felt.  He
stroked his finger through the super slick wetness of her little girl goo.
"I want to make love to you baby.  I want to put my willie in here," he
told her as his finger entered into her hole.  Jemma's head was swimming.
New feelings wracked her body, tingles, yes she'd had tingles before but
this wasn't just the mechanics of itching a scratch this was making love
with her own man.  She wanted him inside her.  She wanted to feel full. 
She wanted to feel stretched to the point of pain.  She wanted to open her
legs as wide as she could and feel his hot meat throbbing inside her.  She
wanted it to hurt, she wanted to feel stretched to breaking.  She wanted to
feel her cervix being pushed up into her chest.  She wanted to feel crushed
under his weight.  She wanted to feel the power she held over him, to feel
the pleasure she could bring him.  Probing her sticky wet hole with his
finger, "Would you like that baby?  Would you like me to make love to you?"
he asked.  Struck dumb, she nodded.

   Standing up George stripped before her.  Dropping his briefs to the
floor his manhood stood erect before her.  It was big, well bigger than
Wayne's and the nut sack, it was huge.  His balls hung heavy several inches
below his dick.  Jemma had an uncontrollable urge to feel their weight. 
She stretched out her little hand palm up and cupping his balls she tested
their weight.  "Have you had sex with a boy before?" asked George.  "Only
daddy," she replied.  "Have you touched a boy's willie before?" asked
George, "No, only daddy," she replied.  He reached down and stood her up.
He peeled off her shirt exposing her frail frame, blue white skin and brown
walnut sized nipples.  She shivered as she saw his eyes clamped on her
tits. Unbuttoning her skirt he lowered it to the ground.  Kneeling in front
of her, inches from her crotch he examining every detail, every fold of her
little girl white cotton panties pulled up tight into her slit.  Taking the
sides of her panties he slowly peeled them down bringing her sex into view.
A thin coat of downy black hair tried in vain to hide the details of her
maturing pussy.  She stepped out of her panties.  Except for her short
white school socks she stood naked before him.  He lent forward and planted
a kiss of her pussy, drinking in the smell of her sex.  He looked up to see
her smiling down at him.

   Jemma could see the delight in his face, the hunger in his eyes.  She
was so happy that she had something he desired.  She was proud of herself
having this strong man hungry at her feet.  She'd do anything for him, he
only had to ask and she would do it.  Judy had told her about one of
Wayne's buddies who'd tried to put it up her arse.  They'd grossed out at
the idea.  That said, curiosity later got the better of them and they taken
turns at shoving a carrot up each others arse to see what it felt like.  If
that's what he wanted she'd let him do it.

   George stood up and sat Judy on the bed.  He wanted her to get a good
close up look at what was about to fill her womb.  He stripped off and
stood before her his dick erect.  "I want you to look at my willie, to
examine it, stroke it and play with it.  It belongs to you now," he told
her.  Gingerly, she grasped the shaft with one hand and cupped his balls
with the other.  His dick was hot, it was hard yet spongy.  His balls were
huge, the size of chicken eggs, one hung lower than the other.  She knew
from biology lessons that they held his seed.  She calculated the amount of
sperm in there and the effect it might have in helping her tits to grow. 
She peeled back his foreskin exposing the glistening purple head.  Each
time she squeezed his shaft, pre-cum oozed out of his slit.  Biology hadn't
taught her about pre-cum, she presumed his nuts were so full they were
overflowing.  Valuable tit fertiliser was being lost, what a waste she
thought.  She wanted him in her mouth but waited for the invitation less he
think her a slut.  George moved a little close bringing his dick inches
from her mouth.  He put his hand on the back of her head.  That was
invitation enough for her.  She opened her mouth and peeling his foreskin
back, she fed his dick inside.  Remembering the lessons daddy had taught
her, she rasped away with her tongue and the delicate underside of his
dick. She savoured the warm spongy softness of his manhood in her mouth. 
The pre-cum oozing from his slit tasted salty but distinct, she recognised
the taste from when she'd sucked Wayne's cum from Judy's fuck tube.

   George moaned as he savoured the sight of the 12 year old gobbling away
at his manhood.  "You're such a good girl baby, that feels so good, suck it
deep baby, suck daddy's juice from his cock," he told her.  He was close to
cumming and he wanted so much to cum in her mouth, but he also wanted so
much to cum in her cunnie and in her arse and he couldn't cum in all three
holes.  George's words brought back a memory.  She remembered her daddy
talking dirty to her and how he encouraged her to talk dirty to him.  "Oh
baby that's feels so good, but daddy wants to cum in your little cunnie,
sweetie," George moaned.  Jemma was also eager to feel George's hot soggy
meat force it's way inside her.  She slid his dick out of her mouth holding
the throbbing meat inches from her face.  She wanted to get a close look at
it before it disappeared inside her tummy.  She looked up at his, her big
does like eyes telling him he was free to take her anyway he wished.  "Do
you want to feel daddy's dick in your cunnie hole sweetie?" George asked,
smiling at her as he stroked his hand through her hair.  She smiled back
and nodded.

   Taking her hand he helped her up and turned her to lay on the bed.  He
stood there for a moment stroking his dick as he gazed upon her naked body.
Her porcelain white skin accentuated her brown walnut nipples and the
sparse hair growth on her maturing pussy.

   Taking her ankles he parted her legs and slid in between bringing his
face inches from her sex.  He stroked her silky smooth pussy hair before
kissing her mound.  Parting the petals of her pussy lips he exposes the
pink interior and the entrance to her soon to be invaded tunnel.  As he
peeled open her hole a dollop of girl goo ran out across her perineum and
little pink sphincter.  George traced his finger along the line of goo. 
Jemma's sphincter twitched as finger touched her private of places.  George
breathed in the smell of her sex as he kissed her open sex hole.  He noted
the rim of white skin that had once been her hymen, lamenting it had not
been his to take.  Sliding his tongue inside, he dug it into her hole
before drawing it up her slit and circling her little clitty.  Pulling back
the hood of her clit with his thumbs he squeezed her little girl penis out
of it's foreskin and between his lips.  Jemma moaned as pleasure rippled
through her body under his expert ministrations.  It was time, he thought,
enough of the foreplay, it was time to make her a woman.

   Sliding up her body he kissed her titties as he passed.  Laying on top
her, her supported his crushing weight on his elbows.  Jemma felt the head
of his dick at her entrance.  Why had he stopped, she ached to feel it push
into her.  She looked into his eyes for answers.  George smiled lovingly at
her.  She smiled back.  "Tell Daddy what you want, baby," George
instructed. It was uncanny, that's exactly what her real daddy used to ask
her and she knew the reply he wanted to hear.  "I want to feel Daddy's big
dick inside my little cunnie hole," she replied.  George pushed his hips
forward, Jemma's whole body moved up the bed as George's shaft bent under
the force of his weight pushing the head of his dick at her tiny hole. 
Jemma reached beneath herself pulled at both at the sides of her tiny
snatch to open her holes as wide as possible.  They were both startled when
the head of his dick suddenly burst through followed by two inches of thick
veiny shaft.  They lay there enjoying their feelings, Jemma probed with her
fingers worried she'd been split open.  She was stretched and it was
painful but it was the pain like that inflicted on a mosquito bite to stop
the itch.  Why had he stopped she wondered.  George was worried he'd hurt
her.  "More, deeper, please deeper," she whispered.  George pushed into her
until he came up against her cervix.  She was so wonderfully tight, every
millimetre of his dick was gripped by her 12 year old fuck tube.  "More,
please more," she whispered.  George pulled back and thrusting forward he
pushed her cervix up into her tummy.  "Yes, oh yes," Jemma cried.  George
pulled back slowly before ramming into her each time eliciting a scream
from her as painful pleasure wracked her tiny frame.  Jemma was completely
in a different place.  The full stretched feeling was sooooooo satisfying.
She could feel George's balls slap her bottom hole each time he drove into
her.  She reached under herself to feel the weight of his nuts as they
slapped at her arse.  She could hear a girl screaming.  It was her, she was
screaming but it was like it was somebody else, she unable to control
herself.  Each time he thrust inside her, her mouth opened and a scream
came out.  It was as though some alien force controlled her body.  "Oh,
baby that feels so good, daddy's going to come soon, I'm going to have to
take it out and cum soon baby," George told her.  Panic swept over her. 
"No, no don't take it out please don't take it out," she cried as orgasm
continued to wrack her tiny frame.  That was too much for George, he had
only so much self control.  As her words left her lips, his balls rose up
and ejected their contents along his shaft.  It was like a fire hose
squirting petrol on a fire.  She felt the hot sticky fluid swell inside
her. That pushed her to even higher plains of ecstasy.  Bells rang, lights
flashed, birds sang, her head spun out of control as she screamed and
screamed.  Time stood still as her orgasm went on and on for what felt like
a month.  She didn't feel it end.  Somewhere along it's path she's blacked
out.  Her eyes flickered open to see George's face smiling at her.  "You OK
sweetie?" George asked.  Her brain quickly scanned her body.  She was
unhurt and intact albeit still impaled on what felt like a telegraph pole
between her legs.  She smiled up at him and nodded.  "That was so excellent
baby, was it good for you?" George asked.  Throwing her arms around his
head she kissed him, "Thank you!  You don't know how much I needed that,"
she replied.  They lay there as George's dick slowly deflated until it was
ejected with a plop.  Jemma quickly cupped her pussy to stop the gallon of
sponk soaking the bed.  George took her hand and walked her to the
bathroom.

   Jemma sat on the toilet before removing her hand.  A huge blob of sticky
goo plopped from her hole into the water beneath.  She clenched her vaginal
muscles to emit a second load which dangled from her hole for a while
before gravity took it.  She looked up from her abused sex to see George in
front of her smiling.  Her eyes ran down to his now flaccid dick which hung
limply between his legs.  She wanted to feel it, it looked so soft and
yummy.  She looked up again for signs of encouragement.  George smiled and
stroking her cheek.  He dropped onto his knees before her.  Leaning forward
he kissed her softly.  "You're so pretty, I love you so much," he told her.
Reaching forward he ran his fingers in the obscene emissions of her little
hole.  "I need to pee," said Jemma.  "Me too, you go first" George replied.
He continued to slide his finger along her slit.  Jemma remembered the pee
games she used to play with her dad.  He liked to watch her pee and liked
to play pee games where they'd pee on each other.  She remembered thinking
it was so naughty but she liked doing secret naughty things with dad. 
Looking at George she felt a little twinge inside her pussy at the thought
of peeing on his hand.  Her thoughts caused her urethra sphincter muscle to
relax its control in holding back to yellow river and without warning the
hot amber fluid gushed forth onto his hand.  A moment of panic hit her as
she looked into his eyes for a reaction.  He smiled.  "Good girl," he told
her, sighing.  Relieved that he wasn't angry, she relaxed allowing the full
weight of her belly to come down on her bladder increasing the pressure on
the flow.

   As the flow spluttered to a dribble Jemma watched as George took her
ankles and lifted her feet onto the toilet seat.  What was he doing?  she
wondered.  She looked at his face for clues.  George's gaze was transfixed
onto her sex.  With her feet on the seat, knees bent and splayed.  Jemma's
love home was agape before him.  He drooled as he noted the interior, red
from recent abuse.  What was he going to do next?  Jemma wondered.  George
reached under himself and brought his flaccid member to rest on the seat in
front of her.  Is he going to pee, she wondered.  She looked at his face.
He smiled at her.  She smiled back at him.  She was still looking at him
when hot urine hit her sex.  She winced as the salty urine felt like pin
pricks on what must have been tiny unseen cuts on her stretched hole. 
George aimed his hose right at her gaping hole, the force of the urine
pushing inside, washing out the sticky contents.  Jemma could feel the
water dancing on the interior walls of her sex.  It felt strange,
different, nice.  She smiled at him before focussing on the action between
her legs.  George's hose extinguished.  He slapped the meat on the seat to
remove remaining drops of urine.  Jemma, was amazed; why did he do that, it
was kind of neat hearing the slap of cock meat on the toilet seat, but she
had no idea why he'd done it; bizarre she thought.

   George turned and filled the bath tub before taking Jemma's hand to join
him in the tub.  Sat between his legs, she lay back onto his chest, her
back cushioned on his limp man meat.  They lay there both contemplating
recent events.

   George's strong arm lay across her chest.  She hugged it.  She'd not
felt so secure and satisfied since her dad left.  George stroked her hair
as he nibbled at her ear and kissed her cheek.

   Climbing out of the bath George towelled her dry first then himself. 
Jemma's eyes were locked on George's limp dick as it swayed between his
legs.  She so wanted to feel his dick whilst it was still soft.

   Jemma spent some time looking for her sexiest night shirt before joining
George in the lounge.  George held out his arms as she entered the room,
beckoning her to join him.  Jemma skipped over.

   "Let me look at you," George asked as she stood before him.  He held her
hands turning from side to side.  "Yes, I was right, you are the prettiest
girl in this town, maybe even this country," he told her.  Jemma smiled
coyly.  Pulling her between his legs he gently pulled her to her knees
before him.  Leaning forward he kissed her lips before hugging her head to
his chest.  Jemma could feel the heat from his dick through the thin
material of his night robe.

   "Is your front botty sore?  Did I hurt you sweetie?" George asked. 
Jemma shook her head.  "Did it feel nice?" he continued.  Jemma nodded. 
"Sweet heart, I love you so much I want to have sex with you in so many
ways.  But I don't want to hurt you, or do anything you don't like.  You
must tell me if we do anything you don't like to do.  I won't be angry or
upset, but I will be upset if I find out I am hurting you in any way.  Will
you do that sweetie?" George asked.  Jemma hugged his chest acknowledging
his concern for her and nodded her head.  "I want to please you sweetie,
will you tell me what do you like best?" he asked.

   Jemma thought about the question.  She was only 12, but her sexual
proclivity was quite mature: she'd had seven years of masturbation and
seven years of fantasies.  She was a voyeur, she didn't now what the word
meant, she just knew she liked watching people fuck.  She's seen Judy being
fucked and had snuck a peek at the odd boyfriend fucking her mom and it
turned her on.  She'd also fantasised about being watched.  A couple of
years earlier she'd been to the doctor with a yeast infection.  The doctor
had examined her with a male nurse.  She was painfully shy and embarrassed
at the two men examining her but she was also excited.  She'd frigged
herself silly when she got home.  She also liked the peeing games that
she'd played with her dad.  She'd liked it earlier when George had watched
her peeing.  Of course she liked seeing and feeling sponk shooting and she
liked the feeling of being full and stretched.  She'd also stifled the
occasional fantasy about being raped.  She's stifled that because she was
turned on by a group of guys examining her but knew that wouldn't stop
there and didn't like to idea of them all banging her.  She couldn't think
of anything that she wouldn't like to do, she'd wondered about the arse
fucking thing and it didn't sound like something she'd want to do but was
willing to give it a try.

   "Sweetie, tell me what you like or don't like," George asked as he
raised her head to face him.  Jemma coyly averted her gaze embarrassed to
speak about sex.  Her head bowed brought her eyes onto George's crotch.  A
side of his robe had opened exposing part of his dick.  Jemma's eyes
examined the detail.  It was small and limp, the skin soft and rippled, the
foreskin totally covering the head.  Emboldened by his words she reached
into his robe and gently extracted the floppy sausage.  "That's nice baby,
daddy likes it when you examine his willie," George told her.  Jemma sat
back on her heels between his legs, her face less than 12 inches from his
dick.  The head of his dick was totally covered by foreskin.  She lifted it
up to examine the underside tracing a finger along his urethra down to his
nut sack.  Gently she probed his chicken egg sized balls, rolling them
between her fingers.  Gripping his shaft she pulled back to foreskin
exposing the shiny purple head.  She felt compelled to kiss it, it was her
friend, her baby she wanted to love it.  Leaning forward she planted a kiss
right on his piss slit.  "Oh yes, that feels so good baby," George moaned.
It had been 7 years since she'd felt a dick in her mouth, so long that
she'd forgotten what it felt like.  She remembered the lessons daddy had
taught her and she'd watched Judy suck Wayne off a few times, now it was
her time.  Saliva pooled in her mouth as she contemplated what was to come.
Leaning forward she loaded his flaccid member into her mouth.  She was able
to get it all in and able to roll it around her tongue but only for a few
short seconds as George's heart pumped blood into his cock meat.  She felt
it growing in her mouth.  Remembering all she'd been taught she slowly and
rhythmically raised and lowered her head on his growing member, stopping to
swallow each time it hit the back of her throat.  George gasped each time
her throat muscles squeezed his knob end.  She weighed his balls gently
contemplating their contents wondering how much it would take to start
affecting her tit growth.  George's dick was now so hard it bent like a
banana up against the roof of her mouth.

   George lifted her head.  Jemma looked quizzically at him, "Did I do it
wrong?" she asked.  "No baby, you are perfect.  I just want to make it
last, let's lay on the bed shall we?" he suggested.  Picking her up he
carried her to her bedroom.  Lifting her nightdress over her head he
stripped her naked before laying on the bed.  He then manoeuvred her, head
and tale, so that she knelt either side of his chest, her sex wide agape
and inches from his face.  Jemma could feel his hot breath on her sex.  She
knew he was examining every detail of her private places.  She felt his
eyes burning into her pussy.  Holding the shaft of his dick she kissed his
knob end before running her tongue around the rim.  Returning the favour
George raised his head to plant a kiss on her open pussy hole before
pushing his tongue inside.  He breathed in the delicate scent of her little
girl sex juice.  Jemma was dizzy with tingles.  The thought of her daddy
examining her private places excited her.  She sank her head down his
shaft. In this position it was much easier for her to get the banana shaped
dick to the back of her throat.  She shivered as she thought about his eyes
on her sex.  Her sphincter clenched involuntarily.  Seeing this George
again raised his head but this time he planted a kiss on her poop hole. 
Jemma felt it, "My God, he kissed my poop hole," she thought as she felt
her face go red with embarrassment.  He must really love me to kiss such a
smelly place, she thought to herself.  She felt George's hands pulling her
butt cheeks apart opening her holes.  She knew he could see deep inside her
holes.  She wanted him to examine her deep inside.  Relaxing her sex
muscles she felt her pussy and botty hole open wider to his gaze.  Could he
see deep inside my hole she wondered.  She wanted a mirror, she wanted to
see examining her holes.  George circled her clitty with the pad of his
finger tip before returning oral attention to her back door.  She felt his
hot breath as he closed in on her.  His tongue stabbed at her botty hole.
Jemma gagged as her elbows gave way and George's dick plunged to the back
of her throat.  The sensation of his tongue fucking her butt hole whilst
his finger danced with her clit was making her giddy.  She wasn't alone. 
George's toes were curled in on themselves as he fought to retain the
contents of his nut sack.  Unable to hold on any longer, he let go.  Jemma
felt his balls rise.  She felt his urethra bulge under her fingers as the
sap rose.  She knew what was to come.  The first rope shot to the back of
her throat.  She swallowed quickly knowing more was to come.  The next rope
followed within seconds.  George gobbled hungrily at her sex as orgasm
overtook him whilst Jemma concentrated all her attention on not spilling a
drop of the valuable tit fertiliser.  Only when his dick stopped pumping
did she allow her mind to turn it's attention to what was happening between
her legs.

   George was pulling her butt cheeks open so wide it hurt but it was a
nice hurt, she wanted to be opened wide.  She wanted his tongue deep inside
her hole.  She felt his fingers pulling her botty hole open as he tried to
get his tongue into her rectum.  She felt a deep need to be filled,
stretched wide.  Rising up she sat back on his face trying to get his
tongue deeper inside her butt hole.  So, frustrating, it was just too soft,
her hole was just too tight.  Manoeuvring she positioned her pussy hole
onto his tongue.  She felt instant relief as the larger hole was able to
accommodate more meat.  She ground her clitty onto his chin as she
frantically fucked herself on George's tongue.  George could feel her
taking charge.  She knew what she wanted and he wanted her to have it.  His
tongue ached as he stretched it as much as he could to get deeper inside
her.  He felt her juice running down his face.  "Yes, yes, yes, ughhhhhh!
yes, that feels soooooooo good," she cried as orgasm swept through her
small frame.  She slowly ground herself sliding her pushing backwards and
forwards over his face as her head spun dizzily.  Blinking, her eyes
focused on her teddy sat watching in the chair opposite.  As her senses
recovered she felt the wet beneath her.  She was so wet she wondered
whether she'd pissed herself.  Carefully climbing off, she looked back with
embarrassment at the mess on George's face.  George didn't care if she had
pissed on his face, he was just happy to have pleasured her.  Picking up
her panties from the bed, her face red with embarrassment, she wiped the
goo from his face.  Snuggling into his chest she looked down across his
hairy stomach to the limp sausage nestled in thatch between his legs.  She
was so happy, so warm and secure, she hugged his chest.  Reaching down she
lightly fingered the dead meat.  "You can put it in my bottom hole if you
want to," she said hoping to please him.  Lifting her head George lovingly
kissed her lips.  "Thank you sweetie.  I'd like that, your such a good
girl," he told her.  "You get some beauty sleep now whilst I clean up
before mom comes home," he told her as he tucked her in her bed.

   To be continued

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