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 Rosa's Water

   MFgggg Pedo

   Chapter 1.  In The Canyon

   If you make it alive down the steep, twisting dirt road to Batopilas, a
serene 19th-century silver-mining village, you can be satisfied that you
have made your way deep into canyon country.  The journey is a thrilling
ride with dramatic descents and ascents through several canyons and
climates, ending in a warm little village, clinging to the valley floor for
fear of being washed away by the rushing waters of the DelRio.

   Old pictures tell of the Camino Real, the silver trail which runs
through the Copper Canyon of Mexico to Chihuahua to join the trail to the
USA and Batopilas sits snugly on the route waiting for the horses to ride
through and kick up the dust.

   The village is stuck in time, not moved on much from the day it became
the second place in Mexico to benefit from electricity.  It took me long
enough to find it on the map before I thought it was just the place to
rewind after an amicable break up with Neela and her little girls, and head
up a project to rebuild one of the canyon road bridges which had been
severely damaged in the winter floods.

   There was one village bar, plus one in a hotel near to my little villa.
After a couple of lonely nights in the hotel, the barman shut up shop and
took me down to the village bar, and introduced me to a few regulars.  My
integration had begun and I was greeted with smiling faces from that night
on.  The first few days and the thrice repeated journey in and out took
their toll, supplies and hardware ordered and most items, given a few more
days, would be following with a small crew.  I began to settle in, sleeping
late and enjoying siesta in the heat, my schoolboy Spanish was actively
enjoyed by the locals as they got to know my reasons for being there.

   Tourists were not generally welcomed as the remoteness of the valley
lent itself to the farming of various substances which were frequently at
odds with the local army patrols.

   The site of the bridge was just a few miles south, near to the village
of the Lost Cathedral, and it would enable the more rural population to
complete their journey more easily as they had been effectively cut off
from road access out of the canyon for nearly 6 months.  A shuttle service
seemed to be working with vehicles on either side of the breach but the
footbridge was inadequate at best and downright dangerous to anyone but a
sure footed mountain man.

   On about the third night, a diminutive lady appeared behind the bar,
long dark hair like a local but with a smile that must have melted away
many a late night drinkers' worries.  Barely five foot tall there was no
doubt she had been sorely missed by all present .  My companion smiled and
said that I needed to be on my guard as she had a few connections best left
undisclosed.  The other barman pointed me out to her almost immediately and
she floated along the counter towards me.

   She introduced herself as Rosa, in perfect English, well Rose actually
and she was from Chepstow, down on the Welsh border, I explained I was
based in Scotland but originated as a Man of Kent and that we were both a
long way from home.

   She told me she had met her husband whilst on a sabbatical from her
travel agent job some dozen years ago and had not seen the need to go home
thereafter, she was the boss and ran the bar in his continued and now more
permanent absence at which she didn't seem too concerned.

   I was about to enquire politely when she cursed in Spanish as another
bout of unrest began to develop, this time in the kitchen and she excused
herself to deal with the problem.

   Carlo smiled knowingly as he saw yet another poor punter drawn into
Rosa's web of admirers.

   "She is a fiery lady, her husband is Carlos Almeida, he has just started
serving 25 years for something to do with drug smuggling, I think the bar
and the farm is hers but all his other assets have been seized, she lives
with her girls up on the Baranca road about a mile where you are going to
build your bridge.  She has just got back from Mexico City where his case
was being heard.".

   I surveyed my fellow drinkers, and noticed for the first time the number
of women in the bar who were accompanied by older guys, come to think of it
there were no middle aged or young men around.

   I queried this with Carlo who told me that there was little work for
them in the village, most had to leave until the Family farm was left
vacant to them, meanwhile the older guys enjoyed entertaining the
predominantly female population that remained.

   I caught Rosa's eye as I left after our meal, she smiled back which
hopefully suggested I was not forgotten, I decided I wouldn't jump to
conclusions about her past.



   Chapter 2 Paper Planes



   Materials were slow arriving from our Mexico City base, not due until
early afternoon, so I decided to walk up the canyon the following day.  My
keen interest in Natural History has provided many a distraction in my
travels around the world, birdwatching mostly but my knowledge and
confidence in dealing with reptiles especially has helped clear the site of
snakes when work was brought to a standstill by the sight of a serpent.

   I had found some basking Garter Snakes along the river and was enjoying
photographing and handling them in the early morning coolness then returned
to the road to continue towards the collapsed bridge.

   A paper dart landed in front of me accompanied by fits of giggles from
above.  A duo of little girls waved guiltily and one threw another which
sailed over my head but failed to elude my acrobatic leap and catch. 
Applause followed so I grabbed the downed plane and tried to re-launch it
back towards her but only succeeded in lodging it halfway up the scrub
covered slope between us.  I tried again with the other and fared no
better.

   To my concern, both leapt over the protective fence at the top of the
slope and started sliding down the loose bank towards their toys.  I need
not have worried as both were as sure footed as the local goats and made
the slide without a trace of concern and the eldest slid to a halt just
above my head.  As the dust cleared I noticed her long t-shirt was her only
item of clothing other than loose sandals and as she braced herself against
the slope I had a perfect view between her little legs at my eye level and
only few feet away.

   She was probably around 9 years old, deep dark eyes and a bob of black
hair, almost boyish in her slim athletic appearance, she was all girl
however as her lovely smooth cunt slit was stretched open, it had lost the
puffiness of her youth and was deeply grooved where her legs strained
apart, her clit was noticeable and prominent, the lips slightly parted to
reveal a pink softness within.  She showed and I stared.  The tendons in
her groin stretched and flexed as she adjusted her muscles to steady
herself.

   "Are you Sandy ?  you're going to build a bridge Mum says "!

   Perfect English, a light went on in my active brain which was drinking
in all the eroticism being displayed.

   My delight was doubled when her little sister joined her, again
displaying her charms innocently, as she was dressed in similar fashion,
without a hint of modesty or embarrassment.  She could not have been more
than about 7, her cunny was plump and soft, ideal for a gentle finger
exploration or a light tasting with the tongue to find the hint of wetness,
and just within reach for a child lover like myself.

   I had been without such stimulation for some time, my laptop was a
business one so did not have my extensive collection of young girl photos
and videos of me playing with my ex girlfriends' daughters with which I
often consoled my lonely existence.  What a great picture these two would
have made.  I had been uncomfortably hard most of the morning, in fact, for
most of the past week, and had it not been for the wildlife distractions I
would have long since layed down in the sunshine to masturbate.

   "You seem to have me at a disadvantage for you know my name but I don't
know yours"

   I needed to lick that little cunny right now, I thought.  "I'm Christine
and this is Lola"

   "You must have a Mum called Rosa then" I guessed.

   "Right, very clever "

   They slid to the ground and turned to climb up again, two perfect bums
scrambled back up the slope and the visions of little girl slit had gone
for now.

   I looked up to where a line of washing was moving in the morning breeze
as the girls disappeared back over the fence.  Moments later Rosa appeared
and yelled a greeting.

   "Come on up, we are just having breakfast, have a drink with us"

   I gestured at the slope "Very kind, but I don't think I can make it up
there"

   "There are some steps in the rock wall about twenty metres up the road,
much easier, the drive way begins half a mile beyond them."

   I hurried off to the steps, a very professional job, although the top
steps were somewhat precipitous.

   I slowed as Christine was waiting for me on the top wall, hugging one
knee to her chest, the other dangled in space but she made sure her little
cunt was well displayed, again I took my time to view the little girl who
clearly knew and was enjoying what she was showing and obviously delighted
that I was not discouraging her in the slightest.

   "You like young girls"

   "I like all girls"

   "You like looking at me though"

   "Very much indeed"

   She reached for my hand and led me to the verandah, with a stunning view
along the valley.

   "Not bad is it" spouted Rosa as she bustled from the kitchen with a tray
of toast and juice.

   "Here, help yourself, Girls, come and get it !"

   "Delightful, I can see why you did not want to leave"

   "Sunshine and fresh air, and we really want for nothing, and that's
through my hard work in case you are wondering" !

   "I wouldn't dare pry into your affairs"

   She gestured for me to sit at the table and poured the tea.

   A third and fourth girl arrived to their set places, none was wearing
very much in the warm sunshine, one in just a short summer dresses and bare
feet, the youngest, a tiny thing just in a red buttoned top which finished
above her waist and nothing beneath, her puffy slit nicely displayed for
all to see and I wondered if Rosa herself had anything on beneath her
flowery dress.

   "It makes such a change to speak in English, not many Europeans make it
this far into the mountains".

   "I can listen, I am waiting on so many people at the moment, some
pleasant company is more than welcome, even if they are half naked"

   "Hope you don't mind, you may have noticed we are not too prudish around
here, the girls love to show off"

   "Rosa, if you or the girls don't mind me looking, then it is a welcome
delight for me also.  They remind me of my little ones back home"

   Introductions were made, the two youngest were Winsome and Tallulah.

   "So you have children at home" ?

   "Not my own, but I am still very close to my ex girlfriends young girls"

   I settled back with a perfect view under the table between Christine's
wide spread thighs as she displayed her vagina, the soles of her feet
together, stretching her cunt apart knowingly for my delight, with her
mothers knowledge and a nod of approval.

   "We don't have many handsome male visitors do we, Tu "

   I adjusted my seating position so my shorts were more comfortable, and
allowing my cock to grow against the loose material, Rosa again nodded her
approval and the girls' eyes fixed on my crotch which twitched in
anticipation.  Let them make the running, I thought.

   I placed my camera on the table, oh to take a few shots for my followers
online.

   " I see our lovely village is having the desired effects on you"

   " Present company is delightful and the views amazing"

   "Are you a photographer too?"

   "Yes indeed, wildlife mostly, and lovely little girls too !"

   Christine began to lazily run her finger down the length of her little
open cunt.

   "You can take my picture"

   Wow, just think of all the fans of my writing that may want to see the
pictures, more explicit than those of Chantelle and Tabitha.

   "Plenty of time for that my little horny one!  You'll have to play with
yourself for a little while"

   I looked back to Rosa, her dress rising above thigh level as she settled
back.  She did have some tiny panties, but they were well creased up and
darkening between her lips as she deliberately hitched her dress upwards to
allow the air to reach her cunt

   "It's Ok I know you are curious, old Pedro must have told you about
Carlos, it's no secret he is having to pay for his connections, he was a
nice guy once but money turned his head, none of it came my way though, I
bought this place with my inheritance before he became lazy and we had
worked hard to build our business."

   "You are still married to him"?

   "On paper, yes, but he hasn't seen the girls for over a year, not likely
to now either.  They really miss him but we are safe here, nobody would
dare hold his misdemeanors against us, he was a middle man really, using
our bar to broker deals, he is taking his punishment but has no enemies as
long as he keeps his council.  He refused to name names and therefore is
still held in high esteem by the other rogues.  I didn't realise what was
going on until it was too late, he was in too deep"

   I must have looked bemused

   "Sorry, I'm gushing out my life history to a perfect stranger here"

   "I'm hanging on to every word, Can I make some notes for my next story"
?

   "Are you a writer"

   "Of a kind"

   "Can I read some of your work, the girls are avid readers too"

   "I doubt they would be interested"

   "I bet they would"

   "Well maybe one day they shall, I must warn you they are of an adult
nature" "Oh how wonderful, a little erotic novel is a treat sorely missed,
any masturbating little girls included in the narrative ?"

   "More than you can hope for, I publish online, maybe I can let you have
a few links, but don't say I didn't warn you "!

   "So do my little ones inspire you ?  The girls have always been
encouraged to show off like this at home, their dad was very loving and
gentle with them, nudity was never frowned upon and our love was always on
view to the kids.  They learn very fast and once a girl finds herself an
orgasm or two there is little stopping her.  Trouble is there are not many
boys of their age around to play sex games and masturbate with them, they
always have their hands down their pants, when they wear any at all that
is. Adult menfolk are few and far between, the older guys are not into
little girls anymore."

   "I am humbly at your service, I have already noticed that sad
demographic for you Ladies, and I am very experienced at masturbating and
satisfying a very young audience"

   "Have you also noticed most Mum's have girls in tow, the few boys in
school are from Baranca,"

   I nodded.

   "Well we think it has something to do with the minerals in the water, it
has happened for many years and the story goes that there is a hidden
spring in the river near here making the water downstream taste slightly
different and affects those in Batopilas but becomes too diluted further
beyond where the Del Gila joins the canyon."

   "Has it ever been tested?"

   "Yes but nothing significant was found.  We know there is something that
gives us a little more ...desire shall I say.  Do you think the women of
the village would stay with the older men if they were not providing for
their needs in every way?, experience and a permanent erection can be most
appealing."

   "I see"

   "Most guys have their older wives at home and entertain other women with
reluctant permission.  I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there"

   "Na Na-Nie "

   She smiled as I recognised the song lyric.

   "And how long do you suppose I have to drink the water to become
infected!" "Well it appears you are beginning to enjoy the effects already"

   "Well I am always horny for little girls, but are the girls are affected
too?  "

   A rumble of thunder echoed through the canyon.

   "They most certainly are, they are aroused from a very young age and I
know they would welcome attention from anyone so inclined, we never stopped
them from masturbating or touching eachother, they all share beds as they
want, although only Christine has had any actual experience except for
watching their dad cum a few times and having their little pussies gently
licked out by him, of course, any sex with Mum is always approved."

   "So you are wonderfully complicit in their sexual activities"

   "Of course, even the little one loves to make sure Mum is looked after
when her day is done".

   I rubbed myself hard thinking of eating up all the lovely young cunts
within my reach, or watching Mum fingering her own little girls to orgasm.

   "So what has Christine been up to"

   "Well when I had a guy up here about a month ago she helped me keep him
hard and he came in her face after licking both of us to very good cums"

   "It will take all five of you to make me cum"

   "Well five times maybe"!

   "So Dad was able to make them happy"

   "He was so looking forward to taking their cherries when they were old
enough, he had a neat little penis which would have been made welcome by
Chris already I'm certain, she kept wanting her daddy to sperm her
properly"

   "How wonderful, my two girls loved to play with me, I often had my cock
pressed right against their vaginas when I came so that it went right up
inside them.  After Mum went off early to work both would come into my bed
and we'd masturbate until I was able squirt my cum into them and to send
them to school with sperm leaking out into in their knickers."

   I was about to stand and begin to disrobe for my audience when a distant
flash and more rumbling brought me back to reality, much as I needed to
linger, duty called.

   I made my apologies but promised to return for dinner that night after a
full family pleading invite, and clamorous hands on attention from the
youngsters, all making sure they felt my hard cock as they hugged me.

   As Rosa stood up I noticed a trickle of wetness running down her thigh,
she rubbed herself through her dress, the smell of aroused girls was strong
in the still warm air.

   "Hope you make it back to town before the rain, we are due for a big
storm I feel it in the air, and no its not just my pussy on fire.  See you
tonight and make sure you drink plenty of water !"



   To be continued 3 The Storm

   A huge flood puts pay to my building project but opens up another world
of exciting possibilities....

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