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 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 2 SUJA INTRODUCES TUTI

   The next morning, our maid, Sujatmi (Suja), was knocking on the door an
hour early.  We'd had Suja for about 5 years, she came three mornings a
week, which is enough for us.  Maids in Indonesia are usually country girls
from families that can't afford them or who want to get them out to work to
bring in some hard currency.  Parents try to place them with richer
relatives when their about twelve or thirteen years old.  If they can't do
that by the time they reach eighteen, they send them to the city to get
work as a maid.  I've seen these girls in the homes of Indonesian friends
and whereas some are welcomed as an additional member of the family, albeit
a working one, others are treated poorly.

   All expat accommodation has quarters for maids.  It usually consists of
a bedroom and shower the other side of the kitchen, i.e.  there would be an
entry into the kitchen from the main part of the house and a door the other
side leading to the maid's quarters.  Some expats, especially those with
kids have 'live in maids' and most maids prefer the security that
arrangement brings.  Others do days here and half days there which earns
them more money but is less secure.  Suja was probably unable to get a
'live in job' because she has a child.

   Pam dealt with the maids, I kept well clear as Pam was always moaning
about them being lazy or stealing food.  I knew Suja was 25 years old.  I'd
seen her daughter occasionally, she looked to be about twelve years old. 
Pam had told me the girl was retarded, or whatever the politically correct
term is now.

   Suja looked like she was wearing her Sunday clothes.  "Mr Edward can I
speak with you?" she asked.  The maids don't look at you when they speak to
you, I'm not sure if it's a respect thing or whether they're frightened
you're going to jump their bones.  Of course Suja knew Pam was in the UK,
they know everything that's going on.

   Suja asked me if she could live in the maid's quarters offering to work
for free for the accommodation.  I explained how Pam didn't like other
people living in the house.  She explained that she'd been sleeping in the
quarters of one of her employers, that she had to move out when their
contract finished and they were returning to America.  She was living in a
hovel in one of the shanty towns.  She was bunking in with friends,
sleeping on their floor but they'd told her she must find somewhere soon. I
felt sorry for her but I didn't need trouble or grief from Pam.  She
started crying.  "Please, please Mr Edward, just for a short time, I'll
find somewhere soon." "Let me think about it," I told her.  "Thank you,
thank you," she said dropping to her knees and kissing my hand.  "Suja. 
I'm not promising anything," I said.

   I thought I'd ask around, see if anybody needed a live in maid.  I tried
but as soon as they heard that she had a kid, they were happy to give her
work but they wouldn't have them live in.

   I mentioned it to Pam during one of our telephone calls and her attitude
was that it was on my head if anything went missing and she had to be out
of the house before she got back.

   Wednesday morning Suja was there bright and early again.  "Suja, I have
some good news and some bad news for you, I think I have found you some
extra work with colleagues but none of them want a live in maid," I told
her.  I gave her the names and telephone numbers of three colleagues.  "You
can use my phone to call them and discuss what they want.  Have you found
yourself somewhere to stay?" I asked.  "No Mr Edward" she replied.  "OK
Suja this is the deal," I said.  "You can stay here temporarily." I
stressed it must be temporary and that she must get your own place as soon
as she could.  "If Pam comes back before you find somewhere you must leave,
do you understand Suja, you can not stay here when Pam comes back." "Yes
sir," she replied.

   "And, whilst you're here, you and your daughter must stay in your
quarters when I am in the house, unless you're cleaning of course, I mean I
don't want you or your daughter wondering round when I'm here," I
instructed.  "Also you must not take any of my food, but you can use the
washing machine and you can keep your food in my fridge but you mustn't
take anything that belongs to me." "You can use the telephone but only for
local calls." "With regards to what I pay you, I know you offered to work
for free but I will continue to pay you as normal so that you are able to
get your own place more quickly, do you understand?" I asked with a stern
purpose.  "Yes Mr.  Edward," she sobbed.

   That afternoon I get a call from Sarah.  "Hi Eddie, how are you?" "Fine,
what's new?" I replied.  "George is on the 8am flight to Surabaya tomorrow,
I'm dropping him at the airport, he's not due back until 5pm Friday," she
told me with distinctly excited voice.  "Do you want to come to my place or
shall I come to yours?" she asked.  "Yours might be better, I have a little
problem," I replied.  "What's that?" she asked in a concerned tone.  "I now
have a live in maid," I told her.  "WHAT!" she screamed.  "I know, I know,
I'm not happy about it but it's just temporary," I told her.  "What do you
mean?" she said.  I explained the situation with Suja.  "You know the
longer she's there, the more likely she is to see us together, don't you?"
she warned.  "I know that, but I'm happy that she has more to lose than we
do," to told her.  She's a quiet girl and she's absolutely petrified of
ending up unemployed and out on the streets." "I hope you're right," she
said.  "Right, my place it is.  I'll call you tomorrow to confirm the
arrangements."

   I got home to an empty house.  I changed, sorted myself a meal and was
watching T.V.  when I heard a toilet flush in the maid's quarters.  Tapping
on the door Suja opened it.  She'd taken me a my word to shut herself in
there whilst I was home - good girl.

   "Hello Suja, I just wanted to know if everything was alright." I could
see her daughter peeking through the crack in the door.  "Is this your
daughter?" I asked.  "Yes sir," she replied before rattling something off
in Indonesian to the girl who came forward.  She rattled off again and the
little girl, eyes lowered, extended a hand.

   "This is Tuti, she will not disturb you," told me with some conviction.
I shook her hand.  "Tuti, that's a nice name." I told her "How old are
you?" "I'm twelve sir" she replied.

   She was pretty, average build, about 4' 6" tall with long straight black
hair, an olive complexion and big brown eyes.  She's wearing a long baggy
'T' shirt which looked like she'd been using as a sleeping shirt.  It was
so baggy it hid much of any shape of her figure but she looked quite a nice
shape.  I noted her bra-less little tits pushing her shirt off her chest,
clearly she'd passed puberty.  She looked like about a year into the shape
that little girls have before they turn into big girls.

   "Nice to meet you Tuti," I said.  "I hope you're going to be a good girl
for your mommy," I said, and with that she slid back behind the door. 
"She's a good girl," Suja said with reassurance.  "She's not very clever,
but she's good," she explained: "Doctors have told me that she's only seven
years old in her head, when she was born we couldn't afford a hospital or
doctor and she was a difficult birth." "They told me that her brain was
damaged and she cannot develop as quickly as other children," she explained

   "She's a lovely girl, Suja, she looks very happy," I told her.  "She's
very happy to be sleeping here," she replied.  "Suja, I want you to be
happy here and I'm sure Tuti is a good girl, but you must stay in your
quarters when I am in the house," I told her.  "Yes sir, thank you Mr
Edward," she replied.

   Next day, I was in the office and the phone rang and it was Sarah.  "Hi,
Amy has a sleep-over with one of her friends.  I'm dropping her off there
between 5 and 5.30pm, so I should be back by 6.  Can I do us some dinner?"
she asked.  "That'll be lovely," I responded.  "I'll bring a couple of
bottles of wine, we'll have a lovely evening, I'm looking forward to it." I
spent the rest of the afternoon playing over the possibilities in my head
and how Sarah had gone from a means to an end, to one of the ends.  I
wondered what little kinks or perversions she might be into; I was game for
pretty much anything that doesn't involve pain.

   Arriving home at 5pm I knocked on Suja's door just to check if they were
in.  Tuti opened the door and explained that her mom was working somewhere.
She was wearing the same shabby oversized 'T' shirt.  I knelt down to get
myself level with Tuti's face, which, as usual, was lowered in deference. I
held her hand and placing a finger under her chin, I raised her face to
look into her big brown eyes.

   "Are you OK?" I asked her?  "Yes sir," she replied.  "Do you like living
here?" I asked.  "Yes sir," she replied.

   Stroking her hair and her cheek, "You're a very pretty little girl", I
told her.  She smiled coyly, putting a finger on her bottom lip.  "Come
with me," I said, and leading her into the kitchen I opened the cupboard
and took out a chocolate bar.  Down on one knee again "There, that's for
being a good girl," I told her.  "Thank you sir!" she replied.  "Don't I
get a hug?" I asked?

   Looking embarrassed, she wrapped her arms around me, hugged quickly and
walked back to their room.  I watched her as she walked away, the baggy
shirt occasionally hugging a part of her body and revealing her shape.  Her
skinny legs and bare feet.  How does someone with the brain of a seven year
old deal with the hormones of a post pubescent twelve year old I wondered.
By the time I showered and changed, Suja was back.  I explained to her that
I'd be out for the night and that she and Tuti could watch T.V.  whilst I
was out.  I grabbed a couple of bottles of wine and made my way to Sarah's
place.

   Parking my car in one of the visitors' bays, I made my way to her flat
as surreptitiously as possible.  She was waiting at the open door for me.
She looked very attractive in a figure hugging black dress.  Inside we
embraced.  She smelt as good as looked.  "Come, join me in the kitchen as I
prepare our meal," she said.  I opened the wine and poured us both a large
glass.  Coming from behind her I wrapped my arms around her, nuzzling her
neck and ground my dick into her arse.  "You smell nice," I said.  She
turned her head smiling.  "Thank you," she said.  "Come, sit down at the
table, dinner's ready." She served us a lovely meal, during which we downed
several bottles of wine.  She was good conversation, clearly an intelligent
lady.

   "Make yourself comfortable while I clear the table," she told me.  After
topping up my glass I settled on the sofa.  She joined me, climbing onto
the sofa pulling her legs up behind her.  Kissing deeply, our tongues
exploring each other's mouths whilst I gently kneaded her tits.  Moaning in
appreciation she hungrily sucked on my tongue.  I slid my hand along her
side over her hips and along her leg until my hand hits bear flesh. 
Knowing what's coming next she broke off.  "Let me change into something
more comfortable," she said.

   Five minutes later she emerged from the bedroom wearing a pale blue
housecoat.  She filled her glass full, pulled a side table to the sofa,
took my glass and put both our glasses on the side table.  Raising her
housecoat slightly she climbed over me so kneeling either side of my legs,
her crotch inches from my trousered dick.  For the first time, I hade her
in front of me, relatively sober and with easy access to all the things I
want to play with.  Again we locked lips.  She broke off.  "Are you OK, I
mean I feel a little guilty sometimes about coming between you and Pam?"
she asked.

   Why do women do that, why do they wait until your dick's rock hard and
then want to talk about relationships.  "I told you Pam and I are together
just because it's convenient, we haven't shared a bed for years.  I also
sometimes feel guilty about you and George," I responded.

   She took several gulps from her wine glass and said, "Eddie, you said
one time that we needed to talk." I don't remember saying we need to talk,
I thought to myself..  I heard alarm bells ringing at the prospects of what
was coming next.  Our relationship was not long standing and not well
defined, in fact we didn't have a relationship as such, relationships being
something which come with some type of commitment.

   She paused clearly in some discomfort.  I waited for what was coming
next.  "This is difficult for me to explain but the reason George and I
don't have sex is because George is homosexual," she revealed, her head
down and eyes averted in embarrassment.

   It's at moments like this that Einstein's theory of relativity kicks in,
things move quickly and slowly at the same time.  People and events go into
slow motion whilst one's brain goes into overdrive.  My mind was racing. 
Homosexual, I thought; George is queer; what does one say - "Oh, I'm sorry,
I'm sure he'll get better soon" or "don't worry about it he's probably
going through a phase..." What does one say when someone tells you their
husband is queer?  Why was she telling me this, is she going to tell me
she's leaving him and where do I stand?  Maybe she wants to suggest a
threesome.  I felt the blood drain from my face - no way, I'm not a fudge
packer, I don't like brown sauce on MY pork sausage.  Oh my God - I
suddenly I realised, I was a fudge packer, two weeks back I was packing HER
fudge.  That's it, she thinks that because I reamed her arse I might like
to do George.  What was I going to say?  "That's very kind of you to offer
but I'm trying to give it up"; "I'm sure George doesn't fancy me." What do
I say?  I was struck dumb.

   She slumped forward with her head on my shoulder.  "Oh I'm so
embarrassed, I've been rehearsing this all week and I still cocked it up."
I put my hand on the back of her head and stroke her hair.  "Bloody hell,"
I said.  "I'm shocked, I don't know what to say." She rose up and took a
huge slug from her drink.  "I'm sorry," she said, "I shouldn't burden you
with my problems." "Sarah I want you to burden me with your problems, I'd
like to think I could do the same with you.  How long have you known, how
did you find out?" I asked her.  "That's one of the problems, when I look
back it, seems obvious and I blame myself for being so stupid not to see
it," she told me.  "He admitted it just before we came here after I caught
him masturbating in front of a naked male porno pic on the computer." "He
cried and said how sorry he was." "My first reaction was to leave him," she
revealed.

   She paused then continued.  "Amy was just a baby, I stayed in my room
for a week." "I then started blaming myself," she said.  "How can you blame
yourself, you didn't make him homosexual" I asked.  "No, I blamed myself
for marrying him knowing or I should have known there was something wrong
with him," she said with a sigh.  "When we were courting, he never once
tried it on with me, every other boyfriend I'd had spent their whole lives
trying to work out a way into my pants." "I'd been brought up brainwashed
into believing that sex was dirty." "Sex was something very awful and
dirty." She paused.  "I never knew my real father, he left Mom shortly
after I was born." "I grew up being teased by other children." "You know
how horrible kids can be." "They said my dad had run away because I was a
geek." "I grew up sending letters to Santa asking him for a father." "When
I was about five my mum started getting serious about a guy." "His name was
Peter." "He was so nice to me." "I wanted him to be my dad." "I was so
happy when Mum married him and he became my step-dad." "I was so happy
having a father and a father that loved me so much." "He would hold me and
cuddle me, I would snuggle up to him whilst we watched TV." "He would read
me a bedside story each night." "One night it was cold and so he got under
the covers with me as he read to me." "I was wrapped around him like he was
going to escape." "He was stroking my back and his hand went down to my
bum." "He started stroking my bum cheeks." "I thought it was a bit strange
but I was so warm and secure I didn't mind." She looked into the distance
before going on.

   "To cut a long story short, his stroking continued and progressed until
one day, when I was 13, my mum caught us." "She went absolutely ballistic."
"She went to the kitchen, and came back with a 12 inch carving knife and
chased him round the house trying to kill him." "He eventually got out of
the door and that's the last time I saw him." "Mum and a legion of child
psychiatrists then spent the next several years brainwashing me into
believing that my step-father was the devil's brother, that sex was an
abhorrently obscene and dirty act, and that I had been abused."
"Consequently, when I started dating boys, I wouldn't let them touch me".
"At the same time my body was obviously producing hormones giving me
feelings which I refused to acknowledge during the day but which came to me
as wet dreams." "I couldn't keep a boyfriend for more than a couple of
months." "As soon as they realised they weren't going to get any sex, they
were off." "Then George came along, he didn't try anything and so after
going out together for a couple of years, he popped the question and we set
a date to get married."

   "Well," she continued, "I suppose thinking back I hounded him into
popping the question." "I wanted sex and I believed that the only way I
could get it was to get married." "I was so paranoid I wouldn't allow
myself to touch myself between the legs in case I masturbated." "In the
shower was the worse, it's difficult trying to wash yourself with touching,
is used to take the shower head off and hose myself." "Even that would make
me tingle." "I wouldn't even wipe myself properly I had to dab on toilet
paper because if I started rubbing I'd feel it coming on." "On our wedding
night I lay in bed waiting for George, he was hours in the bathroom, he got
into bed and we started kissing, George was caressing me, he put his hand
between my legs and started pleasuring me." "I reached down and got hold of
his dick, it was limp!" "OK, I thought, a bit of stage fright, not a
problem, I massaged his dick and he rubbed me I eventually reached orgasm
and his dick never did get hard."

   "After that night," she said, "I was sometimes able to get him hard but
not always and I was sometimes able to mount him we had sex of sorts.  Like
I've said, looking back it looks seems obvious doesn't it, but if you take
each odd thing one by one you can find an acceptable explanation, it's only
when you look at it all together it seems obvious.  I kept myself going
with masturbation and fantasies.  After I'd caught him we talked about it
and decided to stay together for Amy's sake.  We came out here hoping a new
start might make things better.  Of course it didn't.  I continued
pleasuring myself with whatever I could find and I started fantasising
about doing it with you.  I decide to come on to you and you ether didn't
notice or you ignored me.  I gave up for a while and the tried again when
you responded I was so sexually frustrated that I jumped on you and tried
to fulfil all my fantasies with you before you went away." "That's it" she
said, "that's the whole sordid story, I'll understand and won't hold it
against you if there's too much baggage there and you want out."

   "Sarah," I said, "You are a lovely lady, you're intelligent, witty, good
company, good conversation, your pretty, sexy and very attractive." "I've
heard nothing from what you have just told me that alters my opinion." "In
fact what you have just told me makes you more attractive because I think
you're also a very brave and courageous person." "As far as baggage, I
think you are entirely capable of resolving any issues in your head and I'd
be honoured to do anything I can to help."

   Actually I'd found her story, or at least some parts of it quite
arousing.  Tears started tricking down her face.  She didn't appear to be
crying just producing water from her eyes.  She leaned forward and wrapped
her mouth around my lips and sliding her tongue between them she drew
herself forward so that her crotch was on top of my dick.  With my hands on
her bottom I raised her housecoat from behind to feel her smooth round
globes, noting that she was not wearing panties.  Bringing my hand around
the front I slipped my middle finger along the front of her crack a lifted
the digit into her very wet hole.  She rocked herself backwards and
forwards grinding her pubic bone onto my finger.  Removing my hand, I
unbuckled my belt, pulled down the zip and raising my hips I pulled my
pants from under me.

   She broke off our kiss and raised herself slightly allowing me to slide
my pants down my legs to my ankles.  She sat a little back fully exposing
my dick and balls.  She took hold of my dick and wanked it slowly her eyes
exploring every millimetre of my genitals.  Examining it like it was a
wondrous miracle, something to be worshiped.  I raised the front of her
housecoat exposing her pussy.

   Her pubic hair was black and silky, the hair shone like hair on this TV
adverts for shampoo.  It grew from the side inwards, the two side growing
in and meeting the pushed each other out and forward.  I lightly put my
palmed fingers under her hole and rubbed in a circular motion.  We both sat
there basking in the sight our eyes darting from her hand wanking my dick
to my hand circling her hole.  She was, as usual, very wet.  The smell of
her juices was rising slowly and I was breathing them in deeply.  I slid my
middle finger deep into her hole and she gasped.  Exploring with my finger,
my brain was making a map of her vagina from the information it received
from my finger.  I could just reach to tip of her cervix and I could feel
the little hole at its centre.

   I wanted to put my head in there and bombard all my senses with her sex.
I with drew my hand and brought it to my mouth, her eyes following I sucked
my finger and breathed in the rising odour deeply.  Looking into her eyes
which darted backwards and forwards from my eyes to my fingered mouth I saw
an expression of joy and wonder.  I withdrew my finger and brought it to
her lips.  She opened her mouth and sucked on my finger.  She took hold of
my hand and kissed it running her tongue along it.  I took hold of my dick
and bending to right forward I brought the tip underneath her and against
the entrance to her vagina.  She raised herself slightly, the head popped
in and she dropped down my dick which slid effortlessly to the back of her
hole and up against her cervix.  I opened her coat to expose her tits, I
dropped it over the back of her shoulders, she now totally naked and riding
the baloney pony like a rodeo cowboy.

   I played with her puffy nipple and watched the show.  She was screaming
and twisting.  I lost count of how many times she came.  I leant forward
and sucked her tits.  I slipped one hand behind her wanting to explore,
with my fingertips, the feeling of my shaft sliding in and out.  I held my
middle digit on her perineum, the thin piece of skin between her cunt and
arse at the point where it slid along the underside of my shaft.  It was
soft and smooth, I slid the digit back a little until it rested on her
little puckered rose.  I circled her rose which was slipping and wet from
the copious juice she was producing.  I applied just a little pressure and
the digit slip into the bum home, just up to the first knuckle.  She let
out an ear-piercing scream.  And commenced to bang me harder and faster. 
Screaming like a banshee and crying for god she climaxed with such ferocity
it was scaring.  I could hold back no longer as I felt my balls rise and my
nuts expel their contents.  I couldn't compete with her screams but I did
moan heavily as I felt the warm glow and tingle of very satisfying orgasm.
I pulled my digit from her rectum as she sat up and looked down at the
gooey mess around the base of my dick.  Smiling she leant forward and
kissed.  "That was awesome!" she said.  "That'll take some beating," I
said. She raised herself up and my dick came out with a plop followed by
another load of goo which dropped onto my stomach.  She stood up juice and
sponk running down the inside of her legs.  "Wait there," she said, "I'll
get some tissue."

   Half sitting, half laying with my pants round my ankles, I waited as she
ran to the bathroom cupping her crotch stopping the goo dripping all over
the floor, she ran back with a handful of toilet paper in one hand and the
other still cupping her crotch, the goo was now seeping through her
fingers. She knelt down and did her best to wipe me with one hand.

   "Wow, we produced SOME fluid between us eh?" I said.  Grinning she
raised her eyebrows and slanted her lips like a naughty schoolgirl.  "Here
let me," I said, "you've got your own problems." She helped me up.  She
went to her bedroom.  I grabbed my overnight bag and went into the bathroom
to shower.

   Watching the cool water run down my chest it collected over my flaccid
member and ran off like I was taking a piss.  I was unaware of her presence
until the door opened and she was standing behind me her arm stretched
around and hold of my dick.  "You shouldn't piss in the shower," she said "
that's naughty." "I'm not" I said "It's the way the water collects as it
runs down my chest." "I'm only joking!" she said, "You don't have to
explain, after all, I piss in the shower all the time." There seemed little
point in trying to prove my innocence.  I turned to her and squirting the
shower gel in a line across her collar bone, I washed her, softly soaping
her chests, circling her puffy pinkish brown areola and tweaking her
nipples.  She copied me squirting the shower gel across my chest and washed
my nipples before dropping to my genitals.

   Her head lowered to enjoy full view of her ministrations she slow
stroked my dicks circling and squeezing the bell end, seemingly amazed at
her ability to cut of the blood supply watching it go purple and then
release the supply.  She cupped my balls with her other hand and washed
them softly occasionally lowering herself slightly to allow her hand to go
between my legs and her middle finger the stroke across my anus.

   Having someone wank your erect penis is great but it's also nice having
someone play with your limp dick.  It's quite surreal, there's no hurry, no
need to try and manage the event so that we don't have premature
ejaculation, just to enjoy the softness, the tenderness, pure pleasure. 
Raising her head and kissing her with all the passion I could raise I
looked at her hands playing with my genital and told her "That's sooooo
nice, it feels sooooo good." She grinned like a little girl who has just
found the secret of the magic event.  "Come," I said, "let's get a drink."
We went through the tender, caring but feeble attempt at drying each other
before she left to get the drinks.

   I retrieved my cotton dressing gown, which I had brought with me (I
didn't fancy the idea of wearing George's dressing gown).  She, wearing
similar attire returned to the sofa with full glasses of cold white wine.
She pulled my arm over her head and snuggled into my chest.  Stroking her
hand over the tin layer of material covering my dick, "Am I crazy?" she
asked.  "What do you mean?" I replied.  "Well I wonder sometimes if I am
completely off the rails," she went on.  "My knowledge of sex comes from,
my stepfather, my homosexual husband, you and the internet, that can't be
right and I wonder whether my feelings, my desires are normal," she said.
"What is normal?" I said, posing the question, "Without wanting to get too
deep, what is normal is whatever society generally or your culture says is
normal and that changes over generations, some of the things that were
normal for the Romans and the Greeks are, today considered to be abnormal,
you've had an unusual and difficult history but you seem pretty 'normal' to
me, I think that within question 'what is normal', people have preferences,
hence the saying 'whatever turns you on', different things turn different
people on," I said in an attempt to make her feel better about herself.

   "What turn's you on?" she asked.  "You," I replied.  Looking up at me
she smiled before returning her attention to stroking my dick.  "If you
don't want to tell me, It's OK," she said.  "Lots of things turn me on," I
told her, "but the general theme of what turns me on is curiosity and
exploration, I like to get close in and look and explore.  God this is
embarrassing," I said.  "No, please don't be embarrassed with me, I want to
know," she said as she leaned forward and kissed my cheek.  "OK, for
example, I want to look deep inside you to see where all that juice is
coming from, I want to look inside and see all the bumps, lumps and
crevices that give you pleasure, I want to put my tongue on those sensitive
points just as you climax and feel that climax through my tongue, I want to
explore what turns you on so that I can turn you on more and feel you
climax as deeper as you can" I explained.

   "What turns you off?" she then asked.  "I suppose the really bizarre
stuff might turn me off," I said.  "Like what?" she asked.  "The really
bizarre stuff like animals and that end of the spectrum, I mean I have no
problems if someone else wants to fuck a dog or stick a gerbil up their
arse but not for me thank you," I explained over her laughter.

   "Now, your turn, what turns you on?" I asked.  "I'm still finding out,"
she said, "you're just right for me so far, I've never been so satisfied in
my life and apart from the gerbils etc., I'm game for anything," she said.
"Talking about orgasms," I said, "A few weeks ago you said that I'd given
you the best orgasm since you were eighteen, yet you said your step-dad
left when you were thirteen and you had no sex after that until you were
married." "Bloody hell!" she said, "I'll have to be careful what I said to
you, are you making notes?  I should have said that it was the best orgasm
I'd had since I was thirteen but if I'd said that you'd have freaked out."

   She then got up and took our glasses to the kitchen returning with two
glasses of chilled white wine.  "I'm sorry" I said "did I upset you?  That
was clumsy of me I should have realised." She kissed me and smiled
"Forgiven" she said.

   I left her to take a piss, the piss I didn't have in the shower.  When I
returned she was sat watching me walk towards her, her eyes searching for
mine, her tongue parting her lips slightly, slumped slightly forward her
legs were slight ajar, she wasn't displaying any treasure but she was
comfortable enough with me not to care whether anything was on display.  I
knelt before her and pushed myself between her legs parting them so that
their either side of my hips.  Looking into my eyes she wondered what is
coming next.  I took her wine glass from her hand and finish the contents.
Pulling apart her housecoat I brought her pussy into view.  I ran both
hands simultaneously from her knees to her pussy and back each time
stroking her pubic mound and parting her lips with my thumbs.  Her eyes
were transfixed on the action, a little smile was on her lips.

   I reached inside my dressing gown and took hold of my dick.  I wiped the
helmet up and down the length of her slit.  Her juices flowed, my dick slid
easily up and down, each time resting momentarily at the entrance to her
hole, its progress temporarily arrested there by her pubic bone before I
pull it up to her clit and attempt to get her clit in the eye of my dick. I
took hold of her knees and raised her legs placing the heel of her feet up
against her buttocks and opening her knees so that her slit is open before
me.  I lowered myself so that my face was directly in front of and inches
from her love hole.  She held onto her ankles so that her legs stayed up
and so that she could pull her shoulders forward to get a better look at
what was doing.  I had a full, close and clear view of both holes.

   Placing the fingers of each hand either side of her pussy I parted
either side of her mound to expose the full glory on the inside.  It was
deep pink, almost red.  Her love hole was open and I could see inside for
an inch or so and noted some white fluid collected at the bottom and
trickling out.  I wondered if that is some of my sponk which has remained
from our earlier liaison.  I put a thumb either side of the hood of her
clit and pressing it back expose the little penis which is her clit.  I
look up at her and she raises her head to catch my eyes.  She smiled
broadly, pleased with my interest.  Her eyes opened wide, I saw glee in her
face.  I dropped down and dipping my tongue in her hole I bring it up the
length of her slit before settling on her clit and sucking on that like
it's a miniature lollipop.

   I raised myself up and back slightly to again admire, examine and
explore her inner depths with my eyes.  Her labia lips, her little urethra.
I sunk down and tried to get the tip of my tongue up her urethra.  I know
it couldn't happen but that doesn't make the trying any less fun.  I rose
back again to once more drink in the sight.  I inserted my index finger in
her hole and concentred my brain to picture what I could feel.  The warm,
wet, soft, slippy, wrinkles of her vaginal channel.  Oh how I wished I
could get my whole head up there.  I traced the digit of my finger around
her cervix.

   Again picturing what I can feel.  It was just like a cone jutting down.
It feels about half an inch long.  The cone at the tip of her cervix is
jutting down half and inch at the roof of her vaginal channel.  At it's
centre is a small depression, obviously the hole from which her menstrual
fluids exit.  I pushed against the hole slightly to see if my finger would
go in.  I knew it wouldn't because I'd tried it with other girls but I
tried just in case she was different.  She winced and her body moved back
away from my intrusion, she obviously didn't like that.

   Pulling my finger out I feel along her perineum, the piece of skin that
separates her two holes.  It has a special silky feel about it.  The side
which borders her vagina is thin, so thin it's amazing it doesn't slit
apart as even the smallest dick must stretch it taught.  At the back at its
border with her anus it folds down to form that puckered rose which is her
sphincter.  Her juice if flowing out of her hole and running across her
anus shining like a stream in the sunlight.  I slide my finger down and
rested the digit at her back door.  I looked up and she was biting her
bottom lip.  Without taking my gaze from her eyes I slid my finger slowly
but relentlessly up her anal canal.  I felt her sphincter gripping the
invading finger.  As I pushed deeper her mouth opened as she inhaled and
held her breath.  She looked up and into my eyes, I smiled and she smiled
back with that naughty gleeful look on her face.  I pulled my finger out
and stroke her pubic hair.

   "Do you like what you see?" she asked.  " I do," I said.  "I like
watching you looking, it feels naughty," she said.  "Actually Sarah, I like
it very much, you have a VERY pretty pussy, If you ever see a pretty pussy
contest advertised you should enter," I told her.  She smiled.  "I'm
serious" I said.  "Would you like me to shave it?" she asked.  "Yes, I
would, but I also like your pubic hair, It's so soft and smooth and not so
dense so that I can see the definition of the beauty beneath - I don't like
ladies who look like they've got a poodle on their lap." I told her.  "You
could have both, I could shave it and it'll grow back," she said.  "Can I
do the shaving?" I asked "OK" she said, "let me get the stuff." She
returned with the necessary tools, a towel, face cloth, comb, scissors,
razor, shaving foam, face cream.

   Placing the towel on the sofa she half sat and half lay so that her
bottom sat on the front edge of the sofa.  I crawled between her legs an
gently stroked the smooth, straight, light cover of pubic hair with only
just covered her pubis being sufficiently sparse as to reveal the
definition beneath.  She had raised herself on her elbows so that she could
watch.  I ran the comb down through it drawing all the hairs in to line.  I
drew the comb up through it raising them as the comb travel up and watching
them fall back into place behind.  Taking the scissor and raising the hair
with the comb I commenced the cut the hair until there was just stubble.

   I examined my work.  Taking the foam I covered her pubis with the mark
of Zorro before spreading it evenly adding some until all visible hair was
covered.  Taking the razor I drew it in the sides and down trying to go
with the direction of growth to avoid any discomfort.  Line by line as the
razor travelled it increased more and more of newly naked pussy to view.  I
was excited watching the view unfold before me.  I looked up and smiled at
her.  She smiled back with and older version of Amy's naughty smile.

   I wiped her pubis with the face cloth and revealed any missed hair. 
There was just the odd spot but most of the remaining work involved the
stubble running along the edge of her slit.  Even though her legs were
parted sufficiently to allow me access her slit remained close, both sides
in close contact with each other.  I examined what need to be done by
parting her slit.  I then raised her knees to look at the area south of her
love hole and was pleased to note complete baldness in that area.  I
applied a further thin coating of foam and careful shaved the remaining
hair.

   Using the face cloth to wipe her, the most perfect pussy was revealed
for me.  It was a perfect V shape with a black line down the centre.  Her
pubic mound was quite pronounced by her pubic bone but was also quite
fleshy so that she had two distinct round mounds either side of her slit. I
lowered my face and placing my lips squarely in the centre of her pussy and
kissed her.  Turning my face I ran my cheek back and forth enjoying the
softness.  I raised up and looked at her.  "Let me look, I want to see it."
she said.

   She ran off into her bedroom.  I follow to find her standing in front of
a full length mirror looking at the reflection.  Standing behind her I put
my hands around her cupping her breast and bringing my dick into the
crevice between the cheeks of her bottom.  "What do you think?" she asked.
"It's beautiful!" I said.  Twisting from side to side for different angles,
she parted hers legs and with a hand either side of her pussy she pulled it
up to look underneath.  "I look like a little girl," she said, "Last time I
saw this was when I was ten.  Do you prefer the little girl look or the
mature woman look?" she asked.  "Like I said earlier, I like them both, I
know it might sound silly but I really think you have a VERY pretty pussy,
I could look at it all day," I told her.

   I wondered whether looking at her bald pussy brought back memories of
her step-father.  I wondered what they'd done together.  She'd already
confessed to reaching orgasm with him.  The thoughts of her step dad
awakening her pre-teen body was turning me on and my dick hard now
hardened. Standing behind her I pushed my dick down under and between her
legs so that the bell could be just be seen protruded at her front.  I
watched in the mirror as she sucked her finger and then rubbed the spit
round my helmet.  Rocking backwards and forward we watched as the head
disappeared and reappeared.  Nuzzling her neck I whispered in her ear,
"kneel down." She dropped to her knees and as I placed gentle pressure on
her shoulders she dropped forwards on her hands, her head up looking at the
mirror watching me behind her.

   Looking down, I studied the white globes of her arse and the way they
round inwards to form the crevice of her arse.  Her anal sphincter was
clear to my view but taking a hand on each globe either side, I parted her
cheeks wider displaying it obscenely and causing her now bald slit to part
exposing her cunnie hole.  I focused on that pinkish brown puckered rose
which looked like it is winking with a nervous twitch.  Holding one cheek
aside and using the other hand to grip my shaft I dragged my helmet up and
down her wet slit and over her anus.  Scooping up juice from her love hole,
I tried to deposit it on her anus but got much of it on her bum cheeks
because of her twisting and turning from side to side, as she tried to get
a better view.  "It's not fair" she said, "I want to watch.  Wait there,"
she said, and getting up she went to the dresser returning with a digital
video camera.  Switching it on "tape it for me so I can watch later," she
asked before resuming her position in front of me on all fours.

   Luckily it's one of those cameras with a side screen that can be rotated
so I didn't have to impede my view by covering one eye.  Holding the camera
in one hand and my shaft in the other I spooned up her juices on my helmet
and transferred them to her anus eventually managing to amass sufficient so
that it started running back down.  Placing the helmet against her vaginal
hole I teased her by dipping the end just inside stabbing it backwards and
forwards.  "Ooooooh that feels sooooooooooooooo tingly" she said.

   I lunged forward quickly burying my whole member deep into her vagina
until it hits her cervix causing her to scream and drop to her elbows.  I
slowly rocked backwards and forwards my balls swinging beneath her,
slapping her crotch.  She was so wet her juices running down and off my
balls.  She reached back with her hand and cupping my balls she rolled then
between her fingers.  I stopped rocking so as not to ejaculate prematurely.
Her stroking my balls wasn't helping.  Placing the digit of my first finger
on her anus I massaged her juices into her sphincter before easing my
finger into that tightly closed door to the darkness beneath.  She moaned
deeply as my finger penetrated her rectum.  I finger fucked her arse hoping
that would loosen her sphincter for the next intruder.

   I pulled my dick from her cunt and gripping the shaft I presented the
helmet at her sphincter.  After several attempts with my dick continuously
sliding in every direction other then forward, I asked her for help, "I
need three hands can you help me, give me your hand." She reached back and
straightening her index finger I place on her perineum just south of her
sphincter.  Putting the point of my dick squarely at the back door I place
my thumb on top the helmet.  "You stop my dick sliding down when I push," I
instructed.  Leaning forward I presented pressure to her anus.  I could see
her sphincter tighten in proportion to the pressure I presented.  Luckily
my dick is steel stiff and wasn't long before the head squeezed past and
her sphincter locked behind the lip of my helmet.  I knew from here on
there's nothing that sphincter could do to stop the inevitable.  "That's
great!" I said, and as she took her hand away I pressed forward burying my
dick deep into her rectum.  Swivelling my hips from side to side I pivoted
on her sphincter causing the head of my dick to explore the walls of her
rectum.  She liked that and swivelled her hips in unison to increase the
arc covered by the head and accentuate the feeling.  I began my rhythmic
strokes of drawing back slowly before falling forward quickly causing my
ball to slap up against her cunt.  She moaned and whimpered as I tried my
best to get the pork sausage into her stomach, the hard way.

   Positioning the camera on the floor so that it captured the actions from
underneath, I brought my hand under to tickle her clit.  Pumping her deeply
I felt her body tense in time with her screams as she climaxed rising to a
crescendo.  I felt her body relax as she came down.  She went limp, barely
supporting herself on her elbows.  I felt her sphincter relaxing its grip
on my shaft.  As I was filming it for her I'd decided to make it a good
show for her by painting her anus with my semen.  I picked up the camera
from the floor and zoomed it onto my dick violating her rectum.  Feeling my
semen rise from my nuts and surge along the exit tunnel, I enjoyed my own
orgasm for as long as possible before pulling out and gripping the shaft, I
squirted my load directly at her hole, a hole which, now, so relaxed, had
failed to totally close leaving an obscene half inch opening access to the
dark depths of her rectum.  My sponk hit the hole and surrounding
sphincter, the hot liquid hitting with sufficient pressure to elicit a
slight response from her sphincter which winked itself to almost closed. 
My first shot expired I thrust forward catching her sphincter by surprise
and sank easily down her rectum up to the hilt of my dick before delivering
the second load deep inside her colon.  Pulling my dick back out of her I
dribbled the remaining drops of sperm on her anus before dipping the head
of my dick in the fluid and use it like a stick to stir the paint.

   Finally I dropped back on my heels and through the camera I examine my
handy work; the semen dribbling from her anus into and along the slit of
her cunt before dripping down to collect in a small puddle on the floor.  I
switched off the camera and leant forward to kiss her buttocks before
rising and leaving her there still on her elbows.  I went to the bathroom
to clean myself up.

   I spent some time in the shower recovering and recounting events. 
Wondering where this was going, wondering where I wanted it to go. 
Certainly I wanted to know what she did with her step-dad.  How it started,
how she liked it, what she liked to do with me, what she didn't like - the
details.  When I got back to the bedroom, Sarah was in bed watching the
video playback on the bedroom TV.  I joined her.  We sat there holding
hands watching the whole event replay, she seeing it for the first time, me
seeing the view from the underside for the first time.  When I shot my load
against her anus she squeezed my hand so hard I thought she was going to
snap my fingers.

   When it ended she looked towards me, smiled, kissed me and said, "That
was awesome." "What did you like best?" I asked.  "Seeing it" she said. 
"It's great feeling it and picturing it in my mind but to actually watch it
and be able to remember and relate the feelings that came at the different
stages is surreal.  A few months ago these were things I fantasised about,"
she said.  She lay her head on my chest and we drifted off to sleep.

   Next morning, as I left the land of nod to re-entered the world of the
living, squinting through a hazy eye I was aware I am in unfamiliar
surroundings.  Then my memories came rushing back to fill my head and
remind me of recent events and where I was.  I opened my eyes and noted
that the pillow beside me was empty.  The next sensation hitting me was a
warmth and wetness on my dick.  I pulled back the sheet to reveal Sarah
sucking my dick.  Lying there, I basked in the pleasure her ministration
brought.  Pleasure waves started at the underside of my helmet, ran along
the shaft of my dick and dissipate into my whole body.  I remembered
shaving her crotch; I wanted to see it.

   Taking hold of her shoulders I exerted some pressure to raise her. 
Breaking off from her work, "Come in my mouth," she said.  "I want to see
your pussy," I said.  Kneeling up and straddling my chest, she brought it
into view, still white, tightly closed and perfectly formed.  I idly played
with her pussy whilst she sucked my dick.  "Sit on it," I ordered.  She
climbed over my dick.  Gripping the shaft of my cock I held it straight up.
She crawled forward a little and supporting herself with her left hand on
my shoulder, she took her right hand under her crotch and drew her fore and
middle finger up and either side of her slit to part her slit and expose
the entrance beneath.  I watched in awe as she carefully positioned the
hole over the tip of my dick.  She lowered herself slowly.  I watched my
dick disappear deep into her vagina until my knob end comes crashing up
against her cervix.  As she rose up I watched as the inner skin of her tube
attempts to unfold onto my dick only to be drawn up and follow her rise.  I
watched as her cunt formed different shapes before me as her slit parted
from the top down and outwards and to either side of my dick.  Each time
she bottomed out, the volume of my dick in her cavity forced some of her
juices out to be left deposited at the base of my shaft.  And, when she
rose up I saw my shaft I could see the light glistening in her juice on my
shaft.  Contemplating what is coming next it suddenly occurred to me that I
had not confirmed with her that she is on the pill.  "It's probably a bit
late to ask now" I said, "but you are on the pill aren't you."

   Without missing a beat clearly not wanting anything negative to intrude
into her mission she said "No, I have got some, I start them next week
after my period this week, don't worry I'll take full responsibility." Oh
well, I thought, if she's due on this week she must be in her safe period
of her cycle.  Now rocking backwards and forwards she ground her clit into
my pubic bone before moaning and exhaling deeply as she climaxed.  I joined
her and deposited my seed onto her cervix.

   Slowly she ground to a halt.  Opening her eyes, she smiled.  Looking
down at the results of her work she rose slowly off my shrinking cock until
it dropped out.  A glob of goo dropped out after it.  She remained there
both of us focused on what was the entrance to her body and what is now the
exit point for sticky goo.  I watched as another glob of slimy liquid
formed like a big tear drop at the bottom of her slit.  It had the same
colour and constituency as sponk.  Probably because it largely was sponk!!
Plop, it dropped off, fallings onto and running down my dick.

   I looked up and smiled at her, she smiled back.  She put a hand either
side of her slit and pulled it open exposing a gaping hole which was red
and flush.  This allowed even more goo to flow out onto me.  "It's easier
to clean up from you than off the bed," she said, ever the practical one.
Cupping a hand under her crotch to hold in anything remaining, she climbed
off and ran to the bathroom.  I left her to it and went to the other
bathroom where I showered away the evidence.  After a quick breakfast, and
a reassuring hug we parted.

   On a few occasions, through the week, I wondered what I would do if
Sarah was pregnant.  I didn't come up with an answer but was confident that
she was a very level headed and capable person.  As it happened I got a
call from her on Wednesday telling me she'd 'come on.' She was absolutely
fine, no problems other than the period had put her out of action.  Even
then she'd said it with a tone which made me think she was asking whether I
might consider working round it (the period).  Not liking the sight of
blood, I politely passed.

   To Be Continued