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 Author: EXPLORER
Title: Edward's Children
Summary: Edward's encounters with the 7 year old daughter of a friend
awakens his earliest memories of sexual awareness and triggers his desire
to explore sexual relations with pre-teen and pre-school girls.  In the
years that followed, he explored his sexuality with many special girls of
all ages.

   Story codes: MF Mf Mg ped / pedo pre-teen pre-school inc oral anal ws

   The story contains explicit, detailed, sexual content.  All acts
performed by all characters in the story are consensual or consensual by
trick and nobody is harmed or hurt in any way.  Please do not continue if
you are offended.

   Chapter 5 TUTI'S PERIODS AND PERSONAL HYGIENE

   Getting home a little after 5, I was met by a beaming smile and the big
wide brown eyes of my twelve year old lover.  I am not sure whether she was
just bored or really happy to see me.  Either way I gave her a kiss and
picking her up, she wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around
my neck.  I walked us over to the sofa and sat us down.  She was wearing
the usual washed-out T-shirt, which stretched across her legs and rode up
her thighs as I sat us down her on my lap facing me, her legs bent kneeling
either side of mine.

   Looking at her crotch, I recognised the knickers.  They were the ones
full of holes that she had been wearing the first time I had gotten a view
of her pussy.  There's something very erotic about shabby limp knickers
with holes in and where there are no holes the material is so washed out it
as almost translucent.  We chatted about nothing, she telling me about some
friends she's made at one of her mother's cleaning venues and about her
dolly.  I stroked her hair as we talked, occasionally leaning forward to
peck her lips, interrupting her chatter.

   She was lovely, so full of life, so innocent, so bright, so pretty.  Her
eyes, so brown that their almost black and the white of her eyes, pure
white and her eyes are so big.  Her lips are full, not full like African
but a classic beauty type full.  I couldn't resist pecking at them feeling
the softness.  Her tits pushed straight forward, perfect cones easily able
to lift the material of her shirt.  "Is your mommy still working on
Saturday mornings?" I asked.  "Yes sir," she replied.

   "Will you come to my bed after she leaves for work in the morning?" I
asked with a smile.  She smiled back and nodded.  I wrapped my arms around
her and drew her too me sliding my hand inside the back of her panties to
feel the warm, smooth, soft skin of her perfectly formed globes.  I
wondered whether there was any age at which a female is more beautiful than
that first moment when their bodies emerge from the cocoon to be
butterflies.  She was twelve and almost a fully formed female with little
hips, small globe buttocks and conical tits.  I suppose it could be argued
that another year or maybe even two might enhance her beauty.  Kissing her
again, I told her "I must go now sweetheart, you come to my bed and wake me
in the morning.  OK?" "OK," she said.

   I left her to join the lads in the bar.  .

   Next morning I was awakened by a little hand shaking my shoulder.  My
little angel had come as agreed.  Big broad smile and wide eyed, she was
wearing the same shabby 'T' shirt as last night.  Her tits proudly pushing
the front forward.  I wondered whether she was short of clothes or too idle
to change.  I pulled back the covers inviting her in and exposing my naked
body to her.  I noticed her eyes run down my body on halt at my morning
glory.  Hands either side of her shirt she whipped it off over her head,
her tits bouncing as they were pulled up and dropped down they bobbed back
into the horizontal.  Hands down she stepped out of her knickers.  The same
shabby holy knickers she's been wearing the previous afternoon.  I put a
note on the list in my head to speak to her about personal hygiene and buy
her some clothes.  It didn't, however, detract from her beauty, with her
beaming smile and big brown eyes she could have worn a paper bag and she
would have still looked lovely.

   She climbed in and slid alongside me snuggling her head into my chest. I
smelt her hair.  Total 100% little girl smell, unadulterated with perfumes,
scents, shampoos or anything else.  Her own individual body odour, pure
innocent little girl scent.  I took her face in my hands, drew her lips to
mine and kissed her.  Lowering myself down the bed I drew level with her
tits and took her right tit into my mouth.  She kissed my head and stroked
my hair as I sucked her tit.

   The feeling of that soft cone on my mouth is indescribable, my tongue
exploring all of it, the tip feeling the texture of her areola and nipple,
pushing her nipple back into her flesh with my tongue.  I could play with
her tits for ever and be totally satisfied.  I switched to her left tit
just in case I might make her sore by sucking too long on one tit.  I
slipped my hand down and round her bottom and explored the soft round
globes of a twelve year old woman.  Feeling the increase in heat as my hand
passed over the crack of her arse, my dick throbbing at the thought of
things to come.  As the sheets, moved air would waft up from beneath them
and I could smell her sex.  A much stronger smell than in the past.  A
strong ripe mature little girl smell.

   Was I turning her on?  Was she getting wet?  Had she been playing with
herself waiting for her mom to leave?  Had she masturbated last evening
after I'd left her and left the little girl juice unwashed to ferment? 
Bringing a hand to the front I softly stroked the downy fur on her twelve
year old pubis before pressing my middle finger into her slit feeling her
warm wet place.  She gasped and my digit made contact with her clit.  My
head almost covered by the sheets as I sucked her tit, her sex smell now
filled the covered air, a full bodied musty smell.  I slid my finger into
her hole and slowly finger fucked her, feeling her sticky and gooey. 
Withdrawing my finger I brought it to my nose.  Wooooooo it was vintage,
mature, fermented, distilled twelve year old.  I concluded that this little
twelve year old had not been washing herself as I had instructed.  Bringing
myself up to eye level.  I kissed her.

   "Tuti" I said softly, "when did you last take a bath or a shower?" I
asked.  She shrugged her shoulders in a gesture of she didn't know. 
"Yesterday afternoon, after you rubbed your yourself, did you wash your
coochie afterwards?" She shook her head biting her bottom lip.  I kissed
her softly and stroked her hair.  "Tuti, you must wash your body at least
once a day," I told her.  "You should take a shower each morning," I told
her.  "The shower is cold," she replied.  The maids' quarters is only
served with cold water, her eight year old brain didn't have the discipline
to endure the cold water necessary to wash away her adult woman smells.

   "Tuti, you're a big girl now and big girls have big girl smells," I told
her, taking her finger fucking hand I raised it to her nose, "Smell your
hand," I told her.  Her eyes closed and her nose puckered as she expressed
her distaste at the smell.  You can use my bath anytime when your mum isn't
here and you can soak yourself in as much hot water as you like.  Will you
do that for me?" I asked smiling at her.  She smiled back and nodded. 
"Good girl," I said.  "Now you go and get into the bath and I'll come and
help," I told her.

   I watched her naked body walk to the bathroom, the perfect shape of her
arse and wondered how I would find a way of introducing her to anal sex.  I
followed her into the bathroom.  She climbed shallow water.  Reaching
underneath I pushed the soapy suds beneath her to clean her bottom. 
Bringing my legs together, I brought my legs between hers and raising my
knees I brought her bottom out of the water.  I rubbed the bar of soap over
her pubis in down beneath her butt cheeks.  I reached under her to find her
anus with my middle finger.  I washed her bottom with my palm bringing
pressure on her sphincter each time my digit passed over it.  A little more
pressure each time before finally inserting the tip of my digit inside
causing her body to jerk back on me.

   Resting there, the tip of my finger just inside her rectum, "We must
make you nice and clean," I told her eight year old brain as I pushed
slowly inside her bottom.  I felt her sphincter tighten as I entered up to
the second knuckle.  Slowly withdrawing my finger, her sphincter forcibly
pushing the last half inch out I washed her bottom with my palm.  "There's
my nice clean baby," I told her as I turned her head to kiss her lips.  I
climbed out of the bath and brought back two towels.  Taking her hand I
raised her from the bath and wrapping one towel over her shoulders I
stroked her body dry with the other.

   Back in bed, "Tuti, sweetheart, when did you have your last period?" I
asked.  She shrugged her shoulders.  "Was it a long time ago?" I asked. 
She shrugged her shoulders again.  "Do you know what a period is?" I asked.
"No, Mr Edward," she answered.  I explained - "Once a month, blood comes
out of your coochie and you may get pains in your tummy, that's called a
period." "Oh, sorry Mr Edward, I didn't know the English word, mommy only
told me the Indonesian word."

   "What did your mommy tell you Tuti?" I enquired.  "She told me that it
happened when I changed to be big girl and when it happens I should put
some toilet paper inside my panties," she told me.  "OK, that's fine Tuti,
in English it's called a 'period' and whilst I am teaching you some English
words you should know that when you rub your coochie to make yourself feel
good, that's called masturbate," I informed her.  She repeated -
"p-e-r-I-o-d; m-a-s-t-u-r-b-a-t-e." "So when did you have your last
period?" I asked.  "I can't remember," she replied.

   "Tuti, we need to be careful that you don't get pregnant, I will get you
some tablets but you can't take them until after your period until then we
must try to have sex in other places," I told her.  "Which other places?"
she asked.  "We can lick and suck each other and I can put my widgy in the
bum hole," I told her.  She looked at me, a puzzled look on her face. 
"Shall we try it sweetie?" I asked.  "Will it hurt"" she asked.  "We'll be
very careful," I told her.  Laying her face down on the bed with her legs
over the side I parted her bum cheeks.  Her little brown rosebud sphincter
looked very tight.  I had some vielle lubricant lotion ready for the
occasion.  Pouring it onto her bum hole I massaged it in with my finger. 
"How's that feel sweetie?" I asked knuckle deep into her rectum.  "It feels
OK," she replied.  Sliding my knob end along her slit I gathered up some of
her juices over her rectum.  I then slid my dick into her vagina giving her
some cuntal pleasure.  As soon as I felt she was well on the way to nirvana
I pulled from her cunnie tube and slid down into her colon.  "Ooooooh", she
gasped as new feelings spread up from her sex holes.  "How's that feel
sweetie?" I asked.  "It feels nice, full, different, but nice," she told
me. Slowly and carefully I shoved in and out of her rectal passage. 
Savouring the warm sticky heat, the tight squeeze of her sphincter on the
base of my dick.  Reaching under her I found her clit with my hand. 
Massaging her clit I quicken the pace in her bum hole.  I watched as her
knuckles went white squeezing handfuls of bed sheets.  She moaned and
writhed under me as orgasm wracked her tiny frame.  The sight of my pink
perfection sliding in and out of her little brown bum hole was obscene. 
Unable to hang on any longer I let go, blowing my wad deep into her colon.
My nuts drained I pulled my dick out of her rectum.  That's the best part
of anal sex.  Yes shooting sponk up someone's arse is awesome but watching
their arsehole gaping open wide trying to close itself just after been
fucked is deliciously obscene.  It occurred to me that I'd never had anal
sex with anyone so young and for that matter anyone that took to it so
quickly.

   I carried her limp exhausted body to the bath tub.  She was still
soaking in the tub after I'd showered and changed for golf.

   On Monday morning I staggered out of bed to the kitchen for my first cup
of the day.  Suja and Tuti were at the sink.  I got a big smile from Tuti
as we exchanged good mornings.  "Mr Edward, can I speak with you?" Suja
asked.  Oh fuck, I thought, as bells started ringing, does she know
something.  I sat us down at the dining table leaving Tuti in the kitchen.

   "Mr.  Edward, I have been offered a full time job, living in with a
family in Ambelang (a residential district about 10 miles from us)," she
told me, "I haven't told them about Tuti because they usually say no when I
tell them I have a child, I wondered if I could take the job and leave Tuti
here until I have been there for a while and they like me enough so that
when I tell them about Tuti they will let her stay with me.  I promise that
if Mrs.  Pam comes back I will take Tuti from here and you know Tuti will
be no trouble.  I would pay you some money for her food," she said.

   "Suja," I replied, "Don't you worry about a thing, I am happy to help
you, I like Tuti, she makes me smile, if Tuti is happy with the
arrangement, you take the job and leave Tuti here, I don't want any money
from you, I will feed her for doing my housework, I'll look after her
she'll be fine here," I said as I contemplated the possibilities of a
twelve year old all to myself with anyone prying.  With a little tear in
her eye she said, "Oh thank you Mr Edward, you're so kind to us," and she
kissed my hand.

   At work I contemplated the possibilities of Tuti living with me.  The
first thing that I had to work out was how to get her on the pill.  I could
send her to the doctors but could her eight year old brain handle some
cocked up story to the doctor.  Maybe I could go to one and somehow get
them.  Could I buy them over the internet.  Pam used to be on the pill
years ago before we stopped having sex.  I wondered if I could just ring up
for a repeat prescription.  I decided to try that, it would either sail
through or not, if it didn't I'd need a plan B.  I made the call,
blundering my way through with the receptionist as I didn't know the name
of the pills but everything went through.  Later that day I got a call from
Sarah.  She apologised if she's appeared distant over the weekend, she
explained that her and George were having a difficult time and she wondered
whether he might suspect that she had someone else, for no other reason
than she was becoming more and more distant with him, finding in
increasingly difficult to bear his company.  I listened with a sympathetic
ear, trying to be non committal.  I liked Sara a lot, she had a lot of
great qualities but I didn't want to incline her in any particular
direction.  I asked her about getting together during the week and she'd
call me.

   I dropped by the doctors at 5pm and no problems, a prescription was
waiting for 'Yasmin (Drospirenone and Ethinyl Estradiol).  I picked them up
from the chemist and got 3 months supply.

   On Wednesday I got a call from Sarah who told me that George wasn't
going away that week.  She spent sometime 'crying on my shoulder' about her
relationship with George and how it was making her depressed.  I wondered
whether she was hoping I'd make her an offer that she could stay with me if
she left him - I didn't.

   Suja had left me a note saying that she was starting her new job on
Monday and would be moving out at the weekend.  Again thinking ahead, I
wondered about what Tuti would do all day.  With her mother here, her week
was covered going from one cleaning job to the next.  Not massively
stimulating but a lot better than sitting in my flat all day watching
cartoons.  For some time I'd thought about getting her some education.  I
wasn't convinced that she had a mental age of eight.  Certainly she wasn't
as bright and mature as one would expect from a twelve year old.  Sometimes
she acted like a eight year old and then sometimes she do things which a
eight year old couldn't manage.  For example she could get herself about on
buses and taxis and she could clean and iron.  In modern terms, she had
'special needs' but how one quantified how 'special' her needs were, I
didn't know.

   There were no 'special schools' that I knew of so I made an appointment
with the headmistress of a local school for 4pm that Friday for some
advice. The school was just 10 minutes walk from my flat, it was a private
school and catered for the lower end of the market, middle class
Indonesians who wanted a 'western' education for their kids and expats who
couldn't afford the more expensive private schools.  I didn't know the
lady, the school was near my flat and so I just thought I'd ask her advice.

   I saw Suja and Tuti on Friday morning.  I told her that I would help her
with her things and drive her to her new employer on Sunday.  She called
Tuti over, "Tuti," she said," I have told Mr Edward about my new job and he
has told me you can stay here with him, you must be a very good girl for Mr
Edward, stay out of his way and be very quiet and do whatever he tells you
to do, OK?" Tuti smiled, her finger in her mouth, she nodded.  "Good girl,"
she told her, patting her bottom in a 'go and play' gesture.  I assured
Suja that Tuti would be in good hands and I left them to go to the office.

   Friday at 4pm I saw Mrs Suhapa in her office at the Jakarta
International Junior School.  I explained to her that "my wife and I" were
looking after an Indonesian girl who was the daughter of a previous maid,
who had found work elsewhere, leaving us with her daughter (i.e.  I
portrayed us as the good Samaritans who had been left a burden).  I
explained that she was twelve but was said, by her mother, to have learning
difficulties.  And, that she had never been to school and had had not
formal education.  I told her I was looking for and education environment
where she would be stimulated and perhaps learn to read and write.  She
asked me about her language skills.  I told her that Indonesian was her
native language but that she spoke excellent English having been in an
English speaking environment all her life.  I told her that was a cheerful
well behaved child.  She told me she'd give it some thought and asked for
my phone number.

   Next morning, I got up late and to a busy household as Suja and Tuti
were sorting their things out.  I sat by the pool reading.  I popped back
to the flat from time to time and they seemed to be busy, God knows with
what as their whole life's possessions would fit into two suitcases.  I
gave Suja the car keys and told her load her stuff when she was ready. 
About 2pm she called me.  I got a quick shower and changed before driving
them to Ambelang.  Tuti was wearing her usual washed-out rags and was bare
footed.

   When we got to Suja's new employers place, Suja wanted me to unload all
her stuff and leave it on the sidewalk.  I told her that Tuti and I would
help her.  Looking a little embarrassed she said that she didn't want her
new employers to see Tuti as they might conclude that she had a child.  She
said something to Tuti in Indonesian and Tuti lowered herself in the car so
that she couldn't be seen.  So, we left her there at the gate.  When I got
to the bottom of the road I stopped so that Tuti could sit next to me in
the front.  She jabbered away in excitement.  She looked so tiny sat in the
front seat with her seat belt on.  Her legs weren't long enough for her
knees to bend over the edge so they stuck out straight forward.  Her shoddy
knickers just showing under her shirt.

   I dropped her back at the house to go play golf.  After playing golf and
a few drinks I was anxious to get back home to my twelve year old.

   Tuti was skippy with excitement to see my return.  I'd brought us a
take-away meal back which we washed down with some wine.  I do like my
pre-teens tiddly!

   I wanted more of her bum hole.  I suspected it might be sore and that
some alcohol might deaden the pain.  Playing with her cunnie "I want to
squirt my juice inside your pussy, so much," I said.  "You can, if you
want," she said, nodding her head in affirmation.  'But you might get
pregnant and that wouldn't be nice for you at such a young age." "Do you
want to put it in my bum then"" she asked.  Did I ever!!

   "OK, honey, let's try you sitting on me," I said.  I sat up and she
stood astride me and squat down like she was taking a shit in the bushes. I
held my shaft whilst she lowered her arse onto my dick.  My dick bent under
her weight as she pushed down as hard as she could, her face contorted in
effort.  "Relax, honey," I said.  "Just pretend you're on the toilet and
try to make a poo poo."

   She concentrated and relaxed her sphincter.  The head of my dick
suddenly slipped in as she cried "Arghhhhh" in pain or shock I'm not quite
sure.  Her sphincter clamped behind the lip of my helmet and squeezed
sooooooooooo tight I could feel the blood trapped in the head of my dick.
Neither of us moved, like two statutes we were motionless, the head of my
dick throbbing inside her anus.  Her face contorted in discomfort as she
tried to ease the situation with moving too much.  I was too frightened to
go deeper and too thrilled to pull out.

   "Are you OK, baby?" I said.  "Yes," she grunted, "Just let me get used
to it." I started moving less that half an inch in and out.  "That feels
soooo nice honey," I said.  "Is it hurting too much?" "No.  it's OK," she
said, the discomfort hopefully deadened somewhat by the wine.  Fucking her
tight little twelve year old arse in little half inch strokes I was in
heaven.  "That's feels sooooo good Tuti, just let me move in a little bit I
promise I will pull out if it hurts you," I said, as I increased the half
inch stroke to full inch strokes.  Her sphincter grabbed my dick like a
little slippy hand wanking me.  The thought of my dick in her rectum was
enough to cream me.  The feeling of her tight but hole was exquisite.  "Oh
yes, oh that's soooo good, keep going baby, Oh yes, Oh yes, yes," I felt
the sponk rising up my dick, "I'm coming, baby, feel me come inside you," I
said.  She responded by jerking up and down in time with me my dick now
penetrating two inches into her as I ejaculated inside her rectum.

   "Ohhhhhh, YES!" I cried as I pumped more of my load into her colonic
tube, her sphincter squeezing the juice from me.  With my mind's eye I
pictured my sponk coating her tube.  The sponk made her slicker with each
load, easing entry for my dick to dive even deeper.  My climax subsiding I
stopped, my dick still embedded in her bottom.  Both of us looked down to
see what was happening.  I had the better view.  Her pussy lips were parted
, her labia lips dangling down.  Beyond them my dick was buried three
inches deep in her rectum.  We watched as the blood drained from my dick
and it began to shrink.  As soon as it lost its rigidity her rectum ejected
it like a fat turd, a little of my sponk following through before her
sphincter snapped shut.  She rolled off me and lay at my side panting.  I
lay next to her and kissed her.

   "That was awesome baby, you made me feel soooo good," I said.  She put
her arm around my head and squeezed.  I got up and dragged myself over to
the kitchen to get us some cold white wine.  When I came back she was bent
double trying to look at her bottom between her legs.  "Let me look," I
said.  She lay back as I lifted her legs back thus raising her bottom.  It
looked red.  "I've got some cream," I said, "let me get it and put some on
your little botty." I went to the bathroom where I had some cream used for
rubbing on aching teeth, it numbed the gums.  When I came back she was
asleep.  I lifted her legs and gently rubbed some cream on her bottom.  She
winced a little as I touched that tender spot.  I pushed a little cream
inside to try and coat the inside of her sphincter before dropping her legs
and letting her rest whilst I had a drink.

   Finishing my drink I watched her, sound asleep, her little chest rising,
not a sound from her, she looked so content, like a little angel.  I was
ready for bed.  I shook her, to wake her but she dead to the world. 
Picking her up, she was a light as a feather, I carried her to the bedroom.
I thought she might appreciate a wee before I put her to bed so I took her
into the bathroom and sat her on the toilet.  She was like a rag doll;
drunk and incapable.  I supported her body whilst I spread her legs. 
"Tuti, Tuti, wake up, you need to wee before you go to bed," I shouted. 
Her head hung forward on her chest comatose.  Pushing her back with one
hand I lightly slapped her face, "Tuti, wake up, you need to wee before you
go to bed," I shouted again.  Nothing, she was out for the count.  I turned
the tap on in the sink, "Tuti, you're on the toilet please do a wee for
Edward," I pleaded.  Sssssssssssss . . .  somehow something kicked into
place as urine splashed forth into the bowl.  She was still sound asleep
but her body must have somehow got the message as she emptied her bladder
of re-processed wine and soda into the pan.  I waited for the flow to turn
to a splatter and then stop to a dribble before picking her up and carrying
her to bed.  I lay her on her side and I put a bowl at the side of the bed
in case she was sick

   Next morning I woke to the alarm clock.  My brain, coming into the real
world, went through it's usual chronology of events; where am I - I'm in my
bed, good; there's somebody else here with me, it's Tuti, - yes, that's
right good; I fucked her arse - not good.  As events came back to me a felt
really bad about abusing her.  She looked like a little angel, sound
asleep, total innocence and beauty.  I had abused her beautiful body with
my perverted lust.  Such beauty and innocence abused and defiled.  I felt
really bad.  I hoped she was too drunk to remember.

   I got up, showered, dressed and ready for work.  I brought a glass of
fresh orange juice to her bed-side.  She was still sound asleep.  Kneeling
beside the bed I stroked her cheek and kissed her lips lightly.  She smiled
and raising her hand she stroked my cheek before collapsing back on the
pillow.

   During the morning, a the office, I got a call from Mrs Suhapa.  She
said that she had discussed Tuti with her staff and they thought the best
way forward was for Tuti to spend a day at the school and her staff would
assess her.  We agreed that Wednesday would be convenient.

   I got home that evening to be greeted by Tuti's big beaming smile. 
"Who's this pretty girl in my flat?" I said teasing her, "I don't think I
recognise her." She punched me in the ribs, and threw her arms around me, I
picked her up and walked her in, she wrapping her legs around my waist and
hugging my head.  "I missed you baby," I said.  "I missed you too," she
told me.  "I've got some news for you," I said.  I sat us on the sofa and I
told her about Mrs.  Suhapa and the school.  Her reaction was a mixture of
excitement and apprehension.  "All the children will laugh at me because
I'm not very clever," she said.  "It's only for one day," I told her.  "And
you remember the name of and kid that laughs at you and I'll meet them
after school and beat them."

   She laughed and snuggled into my chest hugging me.  I made us something
to eat and we snuggled on the sofa together watching TV.  I fought the
temptation to jump her bones and fuck her ragged, contenting myself with
her soft young innocence next to me, her little girl scent rising from her
body to fill my nostrils.  I was also concerned that she might be sore from
the previous evening.  We went to bed about 10pm after an evening of
cuddling and loving kisses.  Snuggled up behind her in bed, my hand on her
tits, her bottom bent backwards into my dick, she must have felt my
hardness pressed into her.  I decided that unless she initiated sex I must
presume she was sore and I'd give her rest.

   Next morning I awoke to find my bed empty; Tuti was in the bathroom.  I
went in there and she was in the bath in a pool of pink water. 
"Sweetheart, are you hurt?" I asked apprehensively.  "No, Mr.  Edward.  I
started my period in the night and I have pains in my stomach," she said.
"Can I do something to help?," I asked.  "No, thank you, I'll be OK." She
said, "What should I do about my new panties?  I don't want to get blood on
them." "Don't worry about that honey," I told her.  "Do you have some
tampax?" "No," she said., "Mommy told me I should put toilet paper inside
my panties but sometimes the blood gets through the paper into the
panties." "You try your best until lunch time and I will come home with
some tampax," I told her.

   I went to make us some tea and when I came back she was out of the bath
wearing her knickers with a huge wad of toilet paper shoved inside them;
there's no way she could sit down like that.  I had to leave her to it and
so I got myself washed, dressed and off to the office.  I came home at
lunch time via the chemist, after buying several boxes of tampons.  I
didn't have a clue about how to install or use them.  Luckily there was
instructions inside the box.  We read the instructions together.  Well, I
read them and she looked at the pictures.  I asked her if she knew how to
put them in.

   "What are they?" she asked.  She didn't even know what they were, never
mind how to use them.  I explained to her what they were used for pointing
to the diagrams on the instructions and how only poor people used toilet
paper.  She seemed a bit bemused.

   "Come," I said, "let's put one in," and I took her hand leading her to
the toilet.  "Take off your panties," I instructed.  She dropped her
panties, holding onto the wad of toilet paper clinging to her cunt.  "Put
that paper down the toilet and sit on the seat," I instructed.  She
complied removing the heavily blood stained paper and throwing it into the
bowl.  Sitting on the toilet I raised her feet onto the front of the seat
and splayed her knees giving me good access to her vagina.  I took a tampon
from the box.  "Now you watch carefully because after this, you're going to
have to do this yourself," I told her.

   I read the instructions and relayed them to her teaching her how to
insert a tampon.

   Feeling kind of smug with a job well done I knelt back to survey my
work, her soft little pussy, still just a beautiful, now with a string
dangling from it!  "Can't I just use toilet paper?" she asked.

   Taking her face in my hands I kissed her lips.  "Baby, I know this is
new to you but believe me, this is best, only poor people use toilet paper,
everybody uses these tampons because they are the best.  "What about when I
need to wee?" she said.  "You can wee with the tampon inside, your wee
doesn't touch the tampon because it's deep inside you stopping all that
blood from marking your panties.  You can go to the toilet anytime you want
and you only need to change the tampon when it is full which is about every
four hours except at night and you can use just one for all night." She put
her knickers back on and walked, a little bow legged, back to the lounge. I
pondered on the paradox that I felt like a Samaritan shoving a tube up her
bloody vagina but felt like a pervert for sticking my dick up her arse.  I
made us some lunch and left her to sort out her female problems.

   I got back at about 6 and she was a little subdued.  "What's the matter
sweetheart?" I asked her.  "I got it out but I couldn't get the next one
in," she said, "So I put some toilet paper in my pants." Picking her up, I
kissed her and carried her to the sofa.

   "Tuti, I love you so much, don't let this thing worry you, if you really
don't want to use the tampons, I don't care, I still love you, I'm just
trying to look after you." "OK, show me again," she said.  Again, I had to
remind myself that this twelve your old body had only a eight year old head
to sort out its problems.  I took her to the bathroom and we went through
the same procedure where I demonstrated once again, how these things are
inserted.  We had some dinner.  I restricted her to one glass of wine, much
to her disappointment.  We snuggled together on the sofa watching TV.  I in
my shorts and 'T' shirt.  Her in her new knickers and 'T' shirt.  Sitting
there smelling her hair and feeling her soft skin my dick hardened.  It
hardened because of my lewd thoughts, thoughts I had no intentions of
putting into practice.  My dick was twitching and throbbing with sexual
tension and I was shifting a squirming trying to find a comfortable
position.  She giggled.

   "What's so funny?" I asked.  "Your dick is trying to talk to me again,"
she said putting a finger on my trousered shaft and shoving it down.  "It's
asking you for a cuddle," I said.  "Does he want to fuck my pussy?" she
asked.  I must teach this girl some new vocabulary, I thought, I'd taken
her directly from baby talk to dirty talk, there must be some middle
ground, I thought.  "He always wants to slide into your warm smooth
slippery pussy honey but we can't do that whilst you are on your period," I
told her.  "Why?" she asked.  "Because It gets really messy and horrible
and you're a pretty, sweet little angel and I don't want to get you all
messy," I told her.  She hugged me burying her head into my chest; I
lovingly stroked her tits over her shirt.  It was hard and I know she would
have done anything I asked but she was like a beautiful piece of porcelain
china and I didn't want to break her.  I contented myself with strokes,
hugs, kisses and cuddles.



   To be continued