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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 9 AMY TELLS ABOUT ROBERT

   I was in the shower reflecting on our day and turning around, I was
confronted by a naked seven year old with her face up against the window,
"Ha, ha!  I can see your willie," she sang.  I covered myself, "You little
imp, you're asking for a spanking!" I said and she ran off.

   I slipped on a robe and returned to the lounge to find her gulping down
a glass of wine.  "Hey, be careful," I warned, "you'll make yourself ill
and get some clothes on." She skipped off to her room.  I got myself a
drink and stretched out on the sofa.  Returning from her room in my wearing
my oversized rugby shirt, she took a running jump at me, launched herself
on top of me sitting on my chest, her legs draped either side, her naked
pussy twelve inches from my face.  Close enough for me to smell the feint
odour of stale little girl piss.  Her soft, white, puffy, lips parted ever
so slightly exposing the hint of damp pink interior.

   "Tell me a story," she demanded.  "What kind of story?" I asked.  "Tell
me about Amy in the forest with the trolls," she replied.  "No, I'm not
telling you any more secret stories," I told her.  "Please, please,
please," she cried.  "No, it's not fair," I said to her, "I tell you my
secrets and you don't tell me your secrets.  You see my interesting willie
and your willie's boring, It's just not fair." "Please, please tell me,"
she said slurring her speech and hiccupping.  "If I tell you more secret
stories what will you give me?" I asked.  She put her finger to her mouth
and thought.  "I'll let you touch my willie," she offered.  "That's no
good," I told her, "Your willie's boring." She thought again.  "What can I
give you then?" she asked.  "Let's start with a kiss while I'm thinking," I
said.

   Her face beamed a smile as she threw her naked frame forward and with
soft sweet innocence she pressed her lips against me as hard as she could.
"Wow!" I spluttered through her lips, "not so hard." I want a tender kiss,
like you kiss your boyfriends," I told her.  Looking into my eyes she
giggled, "That's how I kiss my boyfriends," she said.  "Well that's NOT
like I kiss my girlfriends," I said.  I could see her thinking.  She
lowered herself to me again, this time with her lips parted.  I slipped one
hand around her back and the other over her silky soft, bare bottom and we
kissed tenderly, her open mouth on mine, I allowed the tip of my tongue to
trace her sweet lips.  I raised my hand from her back to stroke her face
tenderly as we kissed.  It was a moment of beauty, music played, angels
sang, my little seven year old lover and I were kissing.  How many years I
had yearned to kiss her lips.  To feel her little pink tongue on mine.  She
sat up.  I could feel the heat on my chest from her pussy hole.  Was she
getting 'hot', I wondered.  "Hmmmm," I sighed, "That was lovely." "Do I get
my story now?" she asked.  "It was a lovely kiss but I can't tell you any
more secrets until you tell me your secrets," I said.  "What secrets?" she
asked.

   "I told you, I am Merlin and I saw secrets in your head this morning
that's what gave me the headache.  I can either look inside your mind or
you can tell me," I said.  She sat thinking.  "I saw you had a secret with
someone called Robert," I said, "Who's Robert?"

   She gasped bringing her hands up to cover her bright red face.  The look
on her face said it all - how did he know about Robert?  "Tell me your
secret with Robert," I commanded.  "But then it won't be a secret," she
said.  "If you won't tell me I'll look into your mind and see your secret
but then you don't get a story," I threatened.  "OK, I'll tell you," she
said, "Robert is my friend and he has touched my willie and I have touched
his."

   "I know that, I saw that this morning," I said, "But there's more, you
must tell me everything." She again paused for thought.  "Do you promise
not to tell my mom?" she asked.  "I promise!" I said, making a cross over
my heart with my finger.  "Robert put his willie inside my willie," she
said, "He calls it his penis." Those words sent an electric shock right
down to the tip of my knob and my dick lurched unseen behind her back.

   "How old is Robert?" I asked.  "He's ten," she replied.  "And how do you
know Robert?" I asked.  "He lives in our complex and my mom has coffee with
his mom," she replied.  "When did you first show each other your willies?"
I asked.  "When I was little," she replied.

   Why is it that all little kids think they're big kids and were little
such a long time ago - like last month!  "Tell me how Robert came to put
his penis inside you." I said.  "Robert told me he does stuff with his
auntie, he calls it nooky.  He asked me if I wanted to play nooky, so I
said OK and he showed me how to play," she said.  "What did he show you?" I
asked.  "He showed me how his auntie rubbed his penis up and down to make
it bigger and he showed me how he puts his penis inside his auntie's
willie," she said.  "Did it hurt when he put his penis inside you?" I
asked. "No, first time was a bit uncomfortable but then Robert spit on his
penis and then it was OK," she said.  "What did it feel like?" I asked. 
"It just felt funny, I don't think he did it right first time but next time
it felt nice," she said.  "Which hole did he put his penis in?" I asked.

   Raising her knees, she put a hand either side of her pussy lips and she
pulled them so far apart it looked painful.  "In there," she said, pointing
to her little love canal.  I could see deep inside her pink velvet tunnel
as she held herself open, she was wet inside.  Were her juices flowing or
was it just natural dampness, I wondered.

   By this time I felt like my dick was going to explode.  My beautiful
innocent little seven year old sweetheart was giving me the details of her
sex life with her ten year old friend and showing me the inside of the hole
he'd fucked.  "Did he just put it in there and leave it there?" I asked. 
"No, silly," she replied, releasing her labia lips, "he moved it in and
out, he told me that he was trying to make stuff called sperm." "What do
you mean?" I asked.  "He told me that his auntie told him if he rubbed his
penis in a girl's willie he would make sperm so he pushed his penis
backwards and forwards into my willie to try and make sperm," she
explained. "Did he make sperm?" I asked.  "No, he thinks he's too young,"
she said.  "Where did you do this nooky stuff?" I asked.  "In his bedroom
or in my bedroom when we played together," she said.  "Do you like doing
nooky?" I asked.  She blushed.  I cupped her face in my hands and tenderly
kissed her lips.  "It's OK sweetie, I won't tell anybody," I said, "I just
wondered whether Robert was making you do things you didn't want to do." "l
like it when he does it slowly, it feels nice but sometimes he goes very
fast and pushes hard trying to make the sperm and then it doesn't feel
good," she said, "I won't let him get on top of me any more 'cause he
pushes too hard, I only let him do it if I get on top of him."

   "Good for you!" I told her, "You mustn't let anybody hurt you.  If he
hurts you, you tell me and I'll give him a good thumping." She laughed. 
"So, when was the last time you played nooky with Robert?" I asked.  "Last
week," she said.  "I rubbed his penis trying to make sperm but we gave up."
"What's Robert's second name?" I asked.  "Hammond," she replied.  "And
what's his auntie's name?" I asked.  "Mrs Riley," she replied.  "And Mrs
Riley's first name?" I asked.  "Susan," she replied.

   Susan Riley, I thought, that's Shaun Riley's wife, they play golf, she's
a teacher, they have a young child.  They weren't amongst our social
circle, but I'd seen them around the golf club and I'd played with him a
few times.  Susan was Irish, quite pretty, very petite.

   "You won't tell my mom, will you?" Amy pleaded.  "Not if I get another
kiss," I said.  She smiled and leant forward to kiss me, her lips parted. I
tenderly licked her lips and holding with one hand slipped the other down
to cup her naked bottom, feeling the heat emanate from her crack as my hand
passed over it.  I could feel the damp heat on the palm of my hand.  The
thought of what was causing that hot, wet, vapour caused my dick to throb.
What would she do if I slid a finger down into her crack and tickled her
honey pots, I wondered.  I strongly suspected she would allow it.

   I allowed my tongue to slide between her lips and was rewarded as the
tip of my tongue touched the tip of her little pink baby tongue.  She had
understood that I was making motions to extend the scope of this kiss and
had met me halfway.  I applied pressure to her little bottom bringing her
crotch into my stomach feeling the heat of her twat on my flesh.  "You're
the best kisser in this house," I told her.  She giggled and slapped my
chest.  "Silly," she said, "Now what about my story?" "Before any stories
we must make a pact," I said taking her hand and putting it on her heart.
"We must both swear on our lives that we will not tell our secret to
ANYONE." "I swear!" she said.  "Have you got any more secrets?" I asked
her. "Kind of," she said.  "Kind of like what?" I asked.  "This morning
when I left you in the bath I peeked through the door and I saw you rubbing
your willie and I saw white stuff come out.  Was that sperm?" she asked. 
"You little minx!" I said, shaking her.  "You shouldn't be peeking!  Now go
and get me a drink," I told her as I lifted her to the ground and slapped
her bottom.

   She came back with a glass of wine, "Can I have some?" she asked. 
"Sure, you can," I replied.  She took a slug and handed me the glass. 
Still lying on the sofa I was manoeuvring the glass to my mouth as she
climbed onto me and striding across me her leg dragged my robe open
uncovering my dick.  She then sat back and her pussy landed squarely on my
hard, hot naked shaft.  She jumped, I jumped, we both jumped in shock.  I
spilt the wine over my face as a struggled to get my hand between us.  Then
we both laughed.  I had my hand, palm down on my shaft, with her sat on
top. I could feel the heat from her hole on the back of my hand.  I could
feel it puffy and soft and a distinct hot spot.  "Ha, ha!  I touched your
willie," she giggled wriggling her hips and grinding her pussy into the
back of my hand.  Lifting the knuckle of my middle finger I raised it into
her wet hot spot.  "Ha, ha, ha, ha!" she taunted as she worked my raise
knuckle into her hole.  "You're a very rude little girl," I scolded
playfully.

   "If I rub it will your willie squirt sperm?" she said like she was
handing out a kind mischievous challenge.  "You will NOT rub it, you
naughty girl," I replied in a playful voice.  "I want to see the sperm
squirting out, please let me see," she begged.  "How would you like to have
your own willie to make sperm?" I asked her.  She paused, her little brain
working overtime again.  "Don' be silly!  I'm a girl," she replied.  "What
if I could turn my penis into a girl's willie and your willie into a boys
penis, just for a little while?" I asked.  With a slightly confused look on
her face, "OK," she replied.  "OK!" I said sternly, "But this is another
secret and you must promise no to tell!" "I promise," she said.  "OK, you
sit on the sofa with your eyes closed and count to one hundred," I told
her.

   Leaving her sat cross legged on the sofa, I rushed to the bathroom.  I
stood at the sink with my dick under the cold water tap until the steel
turned to putty.  I quickly returned to the lounge and standing in front of
her I tucked my dick back under and between my legs and closed them so that
all that could be seen from the front was a flat stomach and my sparse
blond pubic hair.  "Eighty three, eighty four," she counted.  "OK, you can
open your eyes now," I said.  She opened her slightly sozzled little eyes
and focused in on my crotch.  "Wow," she exclaimed in amazement.  "You've
lost your willie, you've got a girl's willie," she said.  "I have and it's
a pretty boring shape," I added.

   Closing my robe, "OK are your ready for your penis?" I asked her.  She
nodded apprehensively.  "Close your eyes," I told her.  Sitting alongside
her I picked her up and sat her on my pubic bone leaning back on my chest
and pulled my rapidly hardening rod up between her legs.  I covered myself
with her shirt.  "OK, you can open your eyes now," I told her.  She slowly
pulled up her shirt to reveal my throbbing meat between her legs.  "Wow!"
she gasped.  She sat transfixed in amazement at the sight.  By now my rod
was steel hard, the veins on the shaft pulsing trying to get more blood
into the erection.  It lay snugly between her slit and the location was not
lost on it as bolt of sexual tensions sent an electric shock along the
shaft and my dick lurched back.  Startled, her back pushed against me in a
momentary attempt to escape the strange creature.  "It moved!" she said. 
"I didn't see it move," I replied.  She paused, "Can I touch it?" she
asked. "Nothing to do with me," I said "it's your willie, you can do what
you like."

   She tentatively ran the tips of her fingers down the side of the shaft,
her little podgy fingers provoked a response and it came, again the sexual
tension in my shaft, yearning for release, flicked my dick sideways.  "It
moved again!" she said.  "You'd move if someone kept tickling you," I said,
"Stop tickling, get hold of him and give him a squeeze." She wrapped her
little seven year old hand around the shaft and squeezed.  The sight of her
little seven year old fingers wrapped around my dick, the feeling of her
soft digits on my hot flesh sent my senses out of control.  My head spun as
pleasure washed through my body, my dick tingled like little fire crackers
were bursting inside my bell end.  Time stood still, I was dizzy, loosing
consciousness.  She squeezed my shaft in pumping motions like she was
exploring the contradiction of it being soft and hard at the same time.  I
cupped the side of her little face and brought my nose into her head to
smell her hair.  Her smell accentuating the heady experience.

   "Sperm's coming out!" she shouted bringing me back to earth.  So much
pre-cum was oozing out of my dick even I had to do a double take on whether
I had ejaculated or not.  "No baby that's not sperm," I told her.  "What is
then?" she asked.  "It's lubricant," I told her as she continued squeezing,
pumping more out.  "What's lubricant?" she asked.  My heart sunk, a knot
formed in my throat, what am I doing, where is this going, what do I say,
what do I do?  I needed to feel her soft pink tunnel around my shaft, I
needed it more than a smack head with a two hundred a day habit.  One side
of my brain was begging the other side to get out now.  The other side was
arguing that she wasn't a virgin, she'd been fucked a several times by
Robert and she wanted it.

   She ran her finger in the pre-cum, painting it over my bell end. 
Pre-cum dribbled down the front, trying to scoop it up, she ran her fingers
along the sensitive front of my bell end.  "Sperm is slippy," she said. 
"No, baby it's not sperm it's lubricant," I corrected, like it was somehow
OK for me to allow a seven year old to milk me of pre-cum but not sperm. 
"What's lubricant?" she again asked.  "Its slippy fluid, it's the same
slippy fluid that you get inside your willie, our bodies make the slippy
fluid so that a boy's penis can slide easily into a girl's willie," I
explained.  As the last word left my mouth I realised that I shouldn't have
told her that.

   She dipped her finger in the pre-cum and brought it to nose, "It doesn't
smell the same as my willie," she said.  She then pushed my shaft away from
her pussy and plunged her other finger deep into her hole.  Wriggling her
finger in her honey pot she scooped up some little girl juice and brought
it to her nose.  "Mine smells different," she said.  "Let me smell," I
asked her as I took her hand and brought it to my nose.  Ughhhhhhhhhh, the
smell of fresh little girl juice, so delicate, so fresh, so sweet,
delicately musty with a hint of ammonia.  I breathed in her scent deeply. A
scent more exotic than any Channel perfume.  I wanted to suck her finger
but before I could weigh up the consequences both her little podgy hand
were round my dick.

   I lay back savouring the feelings.  Exploring every inch of me she
pushed, shoved and pulled my dick and my balls in every direction each
bringing me a different pleasure with every movement.  I was in a heady,
dreamy state when I felt her little butt lift slightly and then, "No, no
baby, don't do that, no . .  no, no you shouldn't," she'd pushed my dick
under her and holding the head of my dick at hole she was sitting down on
it.  I gripped her hips to lift her from me.  Some how I convinced myself
to savour the feel of her hot little love hole on my bell end for just one
second before lifting her away.  Ughhhh, in that second the bell end
slipped inside her tight hole and I felt her cunt muscles clip in behind
the rim of my helmet.  "No, no sweetie, don't do that, no," I gasped.  Too
late, the pre-cum had done it's job and my dick slid into her tight, hot
tube and bottomed out against her tiny cervix.

   My mind raced, my dick throbbed.  As every millisecond ticked away, the
feeling of her tight pink tube on my hot meat drowned out any kind of sense
in my head.  I was in heaven but was I going to hell, I would probably
being going to prison.  I didn't care, this moment was worth a lifetime in
prison.  Hormones had beaten grey matter and I gave in to my lust.  I
turned her little face to mine.  She was smiling.  I closed my eyes and
brought my lips to hers.  I took her hand and placing it on my scrotum and
rubbed it on my nuts.  Leaving her stroking my nuts I drew my finger along
my shaft, scooping up our juice and deposited on her clit.  With my other
and on her baby flat tits I drew her to me and drinking in her kiss I
massaged her clit and slowly fucked her tiny, soft, smooth, tight, pink
tube.  Ever so slowly in movements of less than an inch.  Sooooo tight,
soooooo soft, sooooo silky smooth.  I couldn't get past more than half a
dozen strokes in before gagging on her kiss and exploding inside her.  She
must have felt it because she broke away from my lips and look down at our
union.  "Wow, you're making sperm!" she said.  Making sperm, I thought, it
felt like all my insides had been liquidised and was coming out through my
dick.  NEVER has anything felt so, so indescribable.  So many feelings, so
much satisfaction, like scratching an itch but magnified a thousand times.
I was lost in delirium as my dick continued to pulse, pumping my seed
inside her.  Then, as fast as she'd jumped on me she jumped off.

   "I want to see it squirting," she said.  Noooooooooooooooooooooo, my
head screamed, leave it in, I want more.  Too late she'd sat down again and
was holding my hot wet shaft trying to make it squirt.  It wasn't squirting
but her tight tube must have been like a cork on a bottle on my dick as a
back up of sperm dribbled out of the end.

   Reality now started to seep back into my head like someone had pulled a
plug on the dam of water drowning my sense.  Fear struck my chest like a
sledge hammer.  Eight strokes and about 30 seconds of bliss for a lifetime
in prison.  Keep calm, think, think, I was telling myself.  Find a way,
damage limitation.  "You're such a naughty little girl," I said as I lifted
her up and turned her to face me.  I stood her in front of me, her feet
either side of my thighs, her pussy inches from my face, the sponk dripping
out of her hole.  She grinned with mischievous delight.  "If you ever do
that again, I'll smack your bottom until it is red raw," I told her
sternly, slapping her naked bottom playfully.  "Look at the mess you made,"
I said trying to pass the blame onto her.  "Promise me you'll never do that
again," I said.  "But I didn't get to see it squirt close up," she
protested.  "You're soooo rude," I said as I squeezed her sides tickling
her.  "Come, let's get you cleaned up," I said as I lifted her to the
ground.

   Holding her hand I walked us to the en-suite bathroom off my bedroom. 
Making no attempt to hide our embarrassment or shame she stumbled along
with her head craning down to her bowed legs and the trail of sponk oozing
out of her hole and running down her inner thigh.  I lifted her to sit on
the toilet seat.  Trying not to watch her, I filled the sink with warm
soapy water and washed my hands whilst she emptied her bladder.  "Can I
sleep in your bed tonight?" she asked.

   Oh no, not more, when will this girl leave me alone, I thought.  My dick
was still rock hard.  Unloading into her seconds earlier had made no impact
on the steel in my rod.  And she wanted to sleep with me.  How much can a
man take?  "I'm sure you'd sleep better on your own, it's school tomorrow,"
I replied.  "Pleeeeeeease," she said, "I promise I won't wriggle." I lifted
her from the toilet seat and wiped her little cunny with a warm soapy face
cloth.  "Please can I sleep with you?" she pleaded.  "Oh, OK then," I said
in submission, beaten by a ridiculous collision of circumstance and
hormones.  I wiped the sponk from her legs.  Rinsing the cloth I returned
to her puffy little cunny washing inside her lips and running it under her
to clean her little botty hole.  "It's too early for bed," she said, "Can I
have my story." "It's not too early," I replied, "It's eight thirty which
is bed time on school days".  "Mommy lets me stay up till nine," she
responded.  "It's either eight thirty in my bed or nine in your own bed
take your choice," I told her.  "OK," she said and skipped off to my bed.

   I cleaned myself up using cold water to wash my dick in a vain attempt
to get it down and quell my lust.  Looking into the bathroom mirror I could
see my little princess tucked up in bed.  I joined her, careful not to
disturb her I slid under the sheet with my back to her and my dick well
away from her.  She snuggled into my back, I could feel her little breath
on the back of my head.  Her arm around me chest, her little cunny just
above my but was like a little radiator.  I lay there eyes wide open, again
fighting raging in my head.  I was determined to keep my hands off her. 
There was only one way out and that was out of that bed.  I had to slide
out and sleep in the spare bed.  I reached behind to give her little bottom
one last stroke before I got out.  She had the girliest of little girl
bottoms, round as melons, soft and firm.  I gently pushed at her little
bottom to bring her hot pussy closer to my back.  Her arm slid down my
chest, it was moving to my dick, was she asleep, was she awake, her hand
stroked through my pubic hair and settled on my shaft gripping it before
continuing down to my scrotum and kneading my balls.  Oh, fuck, she's still
awake and has read my stroking of her bottom as an invitation to play.

   After days of years of manipulation and management suddenly everything
was going wrong, I was no longer in control of events, I kept reading the
situation wrong, I was making mistakes.  What do I do now, even if I had
the strength of character to take her hand off my dick, I wasn't sure how
she would read it.  I turned round and stroking her face, I kissed her
forehead, "Go to sleep baby, it's school tomorrow," I said.  She turned
over and snuggled her back into me.  Now my dick was between her butt
cheeks and it was throbbing like the pistons in a steam train.  I pulled
back my butt to put air between us.  She pushed back her butt to close the
gap.  I lay there for what felt like an eternity, determined not to violate
her any more, my eyes wide awake, my dick throbbing at her back door, the
smell of her hair in my nose.  Finally I could feel her body limp, she was
Asleep.

   I gently slid away and over the side of the bed.  I walked round to her
side of the bed and knelt beside her, her angelic little face lit by the
moonlight.  Stroking my turgid member I wanked myself slowly, fantasising
at slipping my dick between her cherry pink lips.  My mind drifted back to
earlier and the feeling of her tight cunny wrapped round my dick and that
was enough to bring me off and finally release me from the grip of lust.  I
left her to her dreams and me to my nightmares.

   I woke next morning to the birds singing.  As I came out of dreamland
the events of the previous day slowly crept into my head.  There was that
moment of doubt, did it really happen, then the realization that it did
happen.  Then an examination of my feelings, was it a mistake, was it a
success, do I pursue it, do I try and play it down.  All these thoughts
flooded my head but at that time of day, my hormone levels were so high my
dick twitched demanding attention.  I rolled onto my back to get better
hand action on the middle wicket and rolled into another body in the bed.
It was Amy, she was fast asleep beside me.  Her angelic little face looked
so serene.  I reflected how I'd tried so hard not to violate her innocence.
I'd tried my best.  I knew if Tuti had been with us to help me I could have
succeeded but without her I was wasting my time trying to resist a seven
year old nymphomaniac.  I was lost.  I snuggled into her and kissed her
sleeping lips, tasting her with the tip of my tongue.  I slid my hand under
the covers and over her puffy mons.  I hovered my hand over her pussy for
fear of waking her.  Slowly I lowered onto her silky soft skin.  I could
feel the heat and dampness coming from her slit.  She slept on.  I slid my
finger into her slit and felt the heat of the soft sticky interior.  I
pushed down slowly until my digit detected the entrance to her tunnel and
more sticky juice.  I withdrew my hand and put my finger to my nose.  The
smell of seven year old girl juice was delicious.  It's flavour enhanced
from overnight fermentation.  It was heady cocktail of hormones, sweet,
pungent, musky and of course being little girl juice, there was always a
hint of ammonia.  I slid my hand back to her honey pot and gently stroked
her slit massaging her tiny clitoris.  Her legs parted inviting deeper
probing.  She looked to be still asleep.  I slid my finger down to her hole
and gently probed her soft wet and oh so very tight little tunnel.  She was
wet, not wet like juice was pouring from her but wet enough to provide
lubrication for my finger tip.  I gently kissed her sleeping lips.  Her
eyes fluttered open.

   "I have a bad headache, sweetie Can I get some medicine from your magic
button?" I asked her looking mournful.  She nodded her head smiling.  I
slid down the bed under the sheets and climbed between her leg.  The smell
of little girl pussy trapped under the sheets was intoxicating.  A sweet,
musky smell, the smell of sweet innocent sex and little girl piss.  I slid
her legs over my shoulder and pressed my lips against her sex.  I was going
to have this little girl and to hell with the consequences, I thought to
myself.  I was going to have her as often and in as many ways as she would
allow and if necessary, make a run for the border.  I pressed my lips
against her soft puffy vulva feeling the texture of her skin, smelling her
sex.  I kissed her little cunny like it was my lover, for me it had a life
of it's own, I loved it like it was a sentient being.  I wanted to own it
for myself, to have with me always, to explore, to care for and love.  How
is it possible for something so simple can be so perfect and give so much
pleasure?  I slid my tongue into her slit feeling her soft interior sensing
the heat, the moisture, tasting her juice.  The taste defies description,
it's tangy, it's sweet, musky, the taste of sex.  I slid my tongue down to
her hole and pushed it into her tight tube.  So tight, so soft.  I pushed
my tongue in and out of her hole each time straining to get deeper inside
her.  My nose buried in her slit and rubbing her clit.  I tongue fucked her
hole, I sucked her clit, I ate her pussy, I ate like it was my last meal.
She wriggled her crotch like she was trying to get my tongue in deeper on
my nose on centred on her sensitive clit.  Little whimpers came from her
lips.  She feeling pleasure, could she climax?  What would I give to feel
this little cherub cum on my tongue - anything.  She clasped the sides of
my face with her little hands she pulled my head into her honey pot.  I
could taste fresh little girl juice.  There was no river flowing but there
was a definite increase in juice coming from inside her.  I slid my tongue
down across her perineum to her little rosebud and back just to test her
reaction and to feel the texture of her sphincter on my tongue.  I was in
heaven.  I was eating seven year old pussy and the seven year old owner was
loving it.  The base of my tongue was sore from trying to stretch itself
longer to get deeper into her hole.  I rubbed my nose into her slit and
over her clit bringing her increased pleasure.  I lapped up her sweet
juices.  I wanted to stay there forever but it had to end.  My thirst still
unquenched, I slid up besides her.  What would be her response; disgust,
revulsion, gratitude?

   "That was tickly," she said, "Do it some more." Ughhhh, you DIRRRRTY
little girl, I thought to myself.  "I'd love to sweetheart." I replied. 
"You are so lovely I could just eat you all, but we must get you to school.
Come, lets get a quick bath and some breakfast." I took her hand and led
her to the bathroom, my erection waving before me like a water diviner.  We
stood waiting for the bath to fill.  My dick throbbed and she noticed.  She
stretched out a hand and gripped the shaft sending electric shocks through
my body.  "Can I make it squirt?" she asked.  I turned to face her, my
throbbing member in her hand inches from her lips.  Sweet cherry red lips.
What would she do if I leaned forward?  Would she open her mouth and let me
in?  No, it was too much for her, too quick.  "Maybe later honey," I
replied, "We don't want to be late for school do we?"

   The bath full I lifted her in and climbed in behind her.  She lay back
onto my chest, my steel hard dick in her back.  I soaped her tiny chest
sensing her little nipples under my finger tips.  "You're willie's hurting
me in my back," she complained.  I pulled her up onto my pubic bone and
pushed my dick forwards and under her.  Pushing my knob end past her
sphincter and love hole I felt electric shock tingles as it rubbed past. 
"Ha, I have a penis again!" she giggled.  Her pussy lifted just above the
water I rubbed my soapy hand up and down her slit washing her soft puffy
mons.  She reciprocated stretched her hand forward and soaping my rigid
shaft, her little podgy finger sliding up and down wanking me just like
Robert had shown her.  "That feels nice baby," I said, 'Squeeze him a
little tighter." Her little hand squeezed my shaft sending waves of
delicious pleasure through my whole body.  I slipped my hand beneath her
soaping her little sphincter, sliding my digit just inside her seven year
old back door.  "That's my poopee," she said.  "We can't have you going to
school with a smelly poopee," I replied sliding my finger deeper into her
rectum.

   The deeper my finger invaded into her soft sticky back door the harder
she squeezed my shaft.  I could feel her tight little sphincter trying to
squeeze out my invading finger.  I slid out and round into her love tube.
As my finger left her rectum I felt her death grip on my shaft release. 
Slowly I finger fucked her little love hole.  Rhythmically sliding my
middle finger in and out of her tight tube.  "That feels nice," she
whimpered.  I kissed the side of her face, little peck kisses and watched
my finger sliding in and out of her clean, white, smooth, puffy, pussy. 
She whimpered again.  I was entertaining the thought impaling her on my
meat whilst fighting hard to hold back my orgasm.  I gritted my teeth
trying to hang onto the contents of my balls but It was all too much. 
Sponk shot into the air and landed down on her chest with a splat, and then
the next bolt shot skywards, and the third and then to a dribble.  "Wow,
you made sperm!  That was awesome!  Do it again!" she said.  "I'd love to,
just for you sweetie, but we'll be late for school.  Come, let's get you
dry," I told her.  I washed away the evidence before getting us out and
dried off.  She ran off to her room to get dressed leaving me to get
dressed in my room.

   My dick was still rigid hard.  I was beginning to wonder whether it
would ever go down.  "Uncle Eddie I can't find my school socks," she
shouted.  I went to her room to find her dressed just in her white cotton
panties, her school dress laid out on the bed.  I was starting to form the
view that she looked sexier with the panties on than she did with them off.
I found her socks, helped her dress.  She looked like a vision in her
school uniform, little gingham dress, matching hat, white socks and
sandals. I would have to find a way to fuck her whilst she was wearing her
uniform, I thought.

   We ate breakfast, gathered up our books and paraphernalia and off we
went.  She sat in the back of the car and sung all the way to school. 
Maybe I was looking at her through rose tinted glasses but she didn't show
any signs of looking or sounding like she'd been abused.

   Before I took Amy to school I had to call Mrs Suhapa and tell her that
Tuti was sick.  I told her she'd probably be in the following day.



   To be continued