From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story:EDWARD'S CHILDREN 14   
      
   By  bobandcarole   
      
       Chapter 14 JENNY AND JENNY   
      
       The following months were hard.  I never realised how much I would miss   
   the girls in Indonesia and Tuti in particular.  In my loneliness again I   
   wondered where it all started.  Had I always had a latent, repressed   
   feelings for little girls?  When did it start?  What started it?  I   
   remembered incidents when I was a kid, 'doctors and nurses', 'you show me   
   yours and I'll show you mine', but doesn't everybody do that?   
      
       I remembered an event from my youth.  I went out evening with my older   
   cousin and his friend to a house with three sisters.  It was a Saturday   
   night and their parents were out at the pub.  I must have been about 12   
   years old.  My cousin and his friend were 16.  Two of the three sisters   
   were their girlfriends about the same age or younger.  We were watching TV.   
   My cousin and his mate were snogging their girlfriends on the sofa.  I was   
   sat on an armchair opposite the third sister who must have been about 8   
   years old at the time.  Her name was Jenny.  My cousin had brought a bottle   
   of sherry which they were drinking out of the bottle, passing it between   
   them, all giggling away.  I could see hands going up skirts and groping   
   tits.  I was embarrassed, trying to hide my raging hard on.  I kept looking   
   at Jenny who was also watching them and looking at me to see if I was   
   looking at them.  The groping got heavier and the girls were moaning.  I   
   was old enough to know what was going on.  In fact.  the musky sweet smell   
   of girl sex juice filled the room no doubt firing up my hormones.  I'd had   
   some sticky finger in the past but it smelt much heavier that night.   
      
       At a point in time all four of them went upstairs leaving me with Jenny   
   and an embarrassing silence.  I felt like I had to say something to break   
   the ice.  I saw the sherry bottle, "Want some?" I asked, holding the bottle   
   up.  She smiled and nodded.  I handed her the bottle and she took a swig   
   before screwing up her face like she'd drunk poison.  She handed me the   
   bottle and sat next to me on the sofa.  At that age I was extremely naïve   
   and shy.  I had no intentions of touching an 8 year old, in fact I don't   
   think I even considered 8 year olds as anything but a pest at best a   
   curiosity.  At that age I was obsessed with tits and 8 year olds didn't   
   have any.  We exchanged the bottle backwards and forwards like it was too   
   hot to handle taking sips from it each time.   
      
       "Have you got a girlfriend?" she asked.  "No," I answered.  "Have you   
   got a boyfriend?" I asked out of politeness.  "No," she replied.  "Do you   
   want to be my boyfriend?" she asked.  I was a bit dumbstruck, the thoughts   
   flashing through my head was my cousin and my friend laughing at me if they   
   knew I had an 8 year old girlfriend.  Out of a combination of sherry and   
   embarrassment I said "OK." There was another embarrassing silence before   
   she asked, "What do we do?" Wanting to appear like I knew I put my arm   
   around her and brought my head down to her lips to kiss her.  I hadn't done   
   a lot of kissing or much else but she seemed to know what to do.  Her   
   little tongue snaked it's way past my teeth and started wrestling with my   
   tongue.  I knew what was happening, 'Frenching' had been discussed and   
   analysed many times amongst my peers.  I was a bit shocked at the   
   forwardness of an eight year old.  I felt like I should be taking the lead   
   and so I raised my hand to her chest.  Stupid, of course, because her tits   
   were the same size as mine!  It was stupid but it seemed like the right   
   thing to do.  We continued frenching I and rubbing her flat chest when I   
   felt her hand over my knob.  It was like an electric shock!  I nearly came   
   on the spot.  I'd had a girl's hand on my knob before during the 'doctors   
   and nurses' sessions, but not since I'd reached puberty and the ability to   
   'shoot' as we called it.  With her hand rubbing my dick it seemed only   
   right that I should rub her dick so I slid my hand down to her legs.  They   
   were soft as silk, warm, white, skinny little girl legs with whit cotton   
   socks and slippers on her feet.  I slid my hand up between her legs feeling   
   the heat increase as I neared her sex.  As my hand moved closer to her box   
   she started unzipping my fly.  I leaned to one side pulling her with me so   
   that we lay alongside each other.  Again, there was no plan, I wasn't   
   thinking 'I'm going to fuck you soon', it just seemed like a natural thing   
   to do.  Her little hand fumbled through the opening in my pants searching   
   for a way through my underpants.  At the same time I was having more   
   success getting at her raw flesh as I slid her panties to one side.   
   Probing with my finger I found her slit in the middle of her hairless,   
   puffy, little cunny.  It was sooooo smooth, soooo hot, the inside of her   
   slit was slightly sticky, not slippy wet more sticky.  By this time she'd   
   undone my belt to give herself better access and I felt her little hands   
   going down to top of my underpants and her fingertips touch my bell end.   
   Every hormone in my post pubescent body was raging.  I pulled at the hem of   
   her panties and she lifted and turned her hips to help get them off.  I   
   climbed between her legs and presented my bell end at her hole.  She craned   
   her head up trying to get a look at what was happening.  I looked at her as   
   I tried to push my dick inside her.  She smiled back and reaching forward   
   she took hold of my dick holding it steady at her pussy.  I pushed forward   
   and felt my cock squeeze inside her.  The feeling was like nothing I had   
   ever felt and nothing felt since!  The indescribable warmth and softness!   
   The tight squeeze of soft wet sex!  I don't think I got in more than a   
   couple of strokes before my balls exploded, emptying their contents into   
   her little hole.   
      
       It was all over in seconds.  Leaving us now feeling awkward, me with a   
   deflated dick, her with sponk dripping from her hole.  We slid off the sofa   
   and made an awkward move toward the bathroom.  Being the gentleman I let   
   her go in first.  I could here her peeing, washing out the sperm.  Waiting   
   outside fear was now spreading through my head.  I wanted to be teleported   
   out of there.  She came out of the bathroom, her head down, no eye contact.   
   I went in after her and cleaned myself up.  I joined her back on the sofa.   
   She moved to my side.  "Am I still your girlfriend?" she asked.  "Of course   
   you are!" I replied, giving her a hug whilst thinking that I wanted out of   
   there as far away as I could get.  About an hour later my cousin came down   
   and we left.   
      
       Weeks, months and years went buy and as they did I looked back on that   
   event wanting to do it again and make a better job of it.  I wondered what   
   It would have been like to lick her out, to have explored her body, to   
      
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