From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Tales from the Caribbean - Missed the Wedding   
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
      
      Pedo, hetero, consensual   
       Missed the Wedding follows after an Overview:   
      
       Having spent fifteen years in the enveloping warmth of the Caribbean, I   
   have come to understand and love the people.  I have travelled extensively   
   throughout the islands and talked at length with the locals.   
      
       Gradually, I have become aware of a trend that had been alien to me and,   
   to begin with, was a little shocking.  I found that many of the women who   
   confided in me, confessed to having had very early sexual experiences.   
   They told me that they had been, almost exclusively, happy experiences and   
   ones that they would never regret; but also, they revealed that they would   
   usually recommend their own children to undergo similar experiences   
   providing the man was caring and considerate.   
      
       A simple example of this was given to me by my maid who had been   
   reporting to me that one of her neighbour's children - I later met her: a   
   pretty, sleight little girl of eleven - had been visiting the home of   
   another neighbour; a man in his sixties.  My maid discovered this through a   
   confession given by the child to her own (my maid's) daughter.  Apparently,   
   for over three years, she had been visiting the old man daily, after   
   school, to administer oral sex to him, and to receive it.  The girl claimed   
   to enjoy it and was happy to receive her little bag of sweets at the end of   
   the week as her reward.  However, the girl confessed that for the last year   
   or so, she had been having full, penetrative sex with the old man, and this   
   caused my maid a little concern.  So she had approached the child's mother   
   and revealed all.  The mother's response seemed to me to epitomise the   
   prevailing philosophy, for she had said:   
      
       "It's her cunt; she can do what she likes with it!"   
      
       My series of stories - all prefixed with Tales from the Caribbean - are   
   dramatisations of true stories as revealed to me over my time here.   
   Although usually written from the male perspective, they were ALL told to   
   me by the, now adult, girl-children who experienced the episodes.  You may   
   find some stories disturbing because it is clear that the child was the   
   instigator at a very young age, or because the child was indisputably   
   coerced or tricked; or maybe you will be shocked at how girls can be so   
   driven - almost crazed - by their sexual desires at ages as young as six.   
   If any of these are the case, you must bear in mind that this is the   
   culture that pervades after generations of similar experiences and perhaps   
   it is the overriding sexuality of the Caribbean female that is at fault.   
      
       Above all, two things should be remembered.  First, they are all based   
   on true experiences as revealed to me by the girls themselves; and, second,   
   you do not have to read them.   
      
       The Story:   
      
       Tales from the Caribbean - Missed the Wedding   
      
      
      
       I hate weddings.  I have been to too many in my time and usually become   
   depressed when I consider how most guests end up behaving and how most   
   relationships turn out.   
      
       It was for those reasons - and one other in particular - that I was glad   
   I was not even invited to the wedding my daughter attended.  She and her   
   husband had to travel to another island and therefore had to stay over from   
   Friday through to Sunday.  That's why I was asked to baby sit.   
      
       She has three kids; one three, a girl, another girl of nine and a boy of   
   fourteen.  Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't need me to look after   
   them as the boy was mature enough.  However, recently she had moved the boy   
   into an outhouse which he had converted into his own living quarters -   
   don't ask me why, but it had something to do with teenage angst.  Anyway,   
   the problem had been that he had extended his new-found-freedom to inviting   
   friends around for drinking sessions - surprise, surprise.  My daughter had   
   even found a condom wrapper under his bed and he confessed to having had   
   sex with a girlfriend of thirteen!   
      
       Anyway, with me in charge, everything went smoothly until the second   
   evening.  The girls had gone off to bed as good as gold - as they always   
   are with me - and the boy was in his quarters with just one friend.  Or so   
   I thought.   
      
       It was around ten that I heard the back door open softly and I looked   
   round to see his handsome face peer sheepishly around the door to the   
   living-room.   
      
       "Er, Granddad, I think I might need your help," he mumbled.  I could   
   tell he was a little worse for drink but I regarded that as something for   
   his mother to deal with on her return, if I decided to inform her.   
      
       "What is it?" I asked with a sigh which implied, here we go again, and   
   rose to follow him.   
      
       When we reached his rooms, I found just his friend, also looking   
   sheepish, and a stunningly good-looking girl of about twelve half-standing   
   and half-falling against the sofa.   
      
       "Who's this?" I asked crossly.  I looked at her carefully.  She was   
   half-black and half-white, getting the best features from both.  I was   
   surprised at her ample breasts for a twelve-year-old.  Ok they were only   
   like half oranges (sorry for all the halves), but I could tell they were   
   very firm, even though she wore a bra.  You see, she had on a low cut top   
   which showed the upper half of her pretty bra and her tits were nestled   
   inside the cups.  The cups were too big and obviously quite redundant for I   
   could see her delightful tits jiggling happily in there.  She was naked   
   around the waist and wore a very simple and flimsy piece of material as a   
   skirt.  I discovered soon after that she also wore a thong instead of   
   knickers.  Here was a very sexy-looking twelve-year-old.   
      
       "This is Candy," he told me.  "She just turned up like this - wasted.   
   She can stay if she wants because she has already told her mum she was, but   
   we thought you should know that she is like this."   
      
       "No, I can't have her sleep here in this condition.  She will probably   
   start throwing up soon." I began.   
      
       "Oh, she already has," he told me, "in the toilet."   
      
       "Ok, well, carry her in to the house and lay her on the sofa.  I'll get   
   a bowl from the kitchen."   
      
       It didn't take long to sort things out and I sent the guys back and   
   locked the house up.  I went back to the girl and studied her harder.   
   Talking of harder, my cock had rarely been so.   
      
       Kneeling next to her, I patted her face softly, and then much harder.   
   Beyond a few groans, a half-hearted attempt to open her eyes and a flop of   
   her head in the other direction, she showed no reaction.  Candy was totally   
   out of it.   
      
       I rolled her away from me and undid her bra and the three buttons that   
   were at the back of her top then, laying her on her back again, I pulled   
      
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