Story:The lodger   
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
   My family were Christians and we went to a Pentecostal church.  My   
   parents liked to do God’s work, and this meant a steady stream of   
   homeless people lodging with us, my dad used to go looking for them and   
   bring them back to stay.  Some of these were decent people just down on   
   their luck, but some of them were not so nice.  Looking back, I wonder   
   what possessed my parents to put myself and baby sister Rebekah at risk,   
   but I think they honestly believed that God would protect us from harm.   
     Being brought up in a Christian home, I was completely ignorant about   
   sex; it was never talked about in our house   
   I was six years old when Peter Taylor moved in, he had recently parted   
   from his wife, and he appeared to be a nice enough guy, in fact, he took   
   a special liking to me, and even took me to the swimming pool and taught   
   me to swim.  I thought he was wonderful, he was my favourite out of all   
   the lodgers we’d had.   
   One evening my parents wanted to go to a prayer meeting, and they asked   
   Peter to baby sit, and he agreed.  The evening passed quite normally,   
   Peter put Rebekah to bed and then we sat and watched TV for a while,   
   then it was my turn for bed.  Peter came upstairs to tell me a story and   
   tuck me in.  I snuggled down in my bed enjoying his attention, trusting   
   him completely.  After the story, Peter started telling me how much he   
   liked me, he said that I was very grown up for my age and that he   
   thought I was really pretty, and I basked this praise, lapping it up.  I   
   never got any praise from my parents because whenever I achieved   
   anything, it was down to God, and he got the praise not me.   
   Suddenly, Peter asked me if I loved him, I said of course I did, and   
   then he asked if I loved him enough to show him my most private place.   
   I remember giggling at this and feeling a little embarrassed, but I   
   didn’t think there was anything weird or wrong about his request.  I   
   told him I would have to ask my teddy bear, so Peter went to check on   
   Rebekah while I consulted teddy Edward.  When Peter returned, I told him   
   teddy said yes, because I didn’t want to say no in case I hurt his   
   feelings.  I even pulled up my nightdress and parted my legs a little so   
   he could see.  He seemed very interested in my little pussy, and said he   
   would like to touch it; I smiled at him thinking it must be some kind of   
   game.  He reached out and gently stoked it, it felt nice and I opened my   
   legs further for him.  He told me I had such a pretty little pussy, he   
   wanted to kiss it, I just giggled……it seemed a strange thing to want to   
   do, but I wanted to please him and would have agreed to anything if I   
   thought it would make him happy.   
   Peter’s tongue felt soft and slippery……it was nice, I relaxed in the   
   warm feeling it gave me.  That tongue slid all over the outer puffy   
   parts of my private place, and then down to my little poo hole.  This   
   felt surprisingly good; it sent shivery sensations all the way down my   
   legs to my toes.  He pushed the tip of his tongue inside my tiny ass,   
   and this made me feel excited in a way I’d never experienced before.  He   
   moved back to my pussy, he lapped at it so it made slurping noises, and   
   for some reason this got me even more excited.  He began to concentrate   
   on the little bump at the top of my slit, and the sensations intensified   
   and began to build up inside me.  While he teased my clit with his   
   tongue, he began to run a finger lightly up and down the length of my   
   slit, and each time he neared the lower part he would press gently   
   against the bit of skin that covered the entrance to my vagina.  This   
   pressure got a little harder each time, and it began to feel somewhat   
   uncomfortable, but I didn’t let it show as I was enjoying the licking so   
   much and I was afraid he would stop if I complained.  Suddenly, the   
   wonderful feelings building in my pussy reached a climax; I pushed my   
   hips up towards him breathing fast, and at that moment, he shoved his   
   finger right through my hymen and up into my pussy hole.  It hurt, but   
   the pleasure of my first ever orgasm helped me through the pain, and by   
   the time I had stopped Cumming, the pain was being replaced with more   
   pleasure.   
   His finger slid slowly in and out of my six year old pussy, it was   
   slippery with his saliva, but it was still a tight fit.  His finger   
   slipped out of my pussy and then I felt it pressing in to my bum hole.   
   “My poo comes out of there” I thought, and wondered why he would want to   
   touch me there, but I was enjoying it so much I didn’t really care.  He   
   started to apply more pressure, and I realised he was going to stick his   
   finger right up this hole as well.  I pushed against his finger to   
   encourage him…….he didn’t need too much encouragement, his finger slid   
   up my tiny bum hole and I gasped.  It felt different from my pussy hole,   
   but just as nice once I managed to relax the muscles there.  His finger   
   plunged in and out while I laid there staring up at him with a dazed   
   smile on my face.   
   I noticed that he was rubbing something in his trousers, it looked like   
   he had a cucumber or something stuffed in there.  He noticed me watching   
   and asked me if I had ever seen a man’s thing.  I had seen a couple of   
   boy’s penis’s in the school toilets when we were playing ‘I’ll show you   
   mine if you show me yours’, but I’d never seen a man’s one……I shook my   
   head.  “Do you want to see mine?” he asked me, “Okay” I replied.  Peter   
   proceeded to unzip his flies and pull out an enormous penis, it had a   
   purple head and I could see al the veins standing out on it….. I gasped.   
   Peter sat there stroking his hard -on and looking at his finger still   
   sliding in and out of my poo hole.  I felt strangely brave all of a   
   sudden, and reached out to touch his thing.  Now he gasped, and told me   
   to stroke it up and down like he had been doing…….I happily did as I was   
   told (I was a good girl).  “Ahhhhhh” he moaned, “suck it baby”, and I   
   sat up and took the end of his throbbing cock into my mouth – I couldn’t   
   fit any more in, and I sucked on it like a lolly pop.  A few seconds of   
   this and he moaned “Gggggnnnnnnrrrr” and my mouth was being filled with   
   hot squirts of salty liquid, I had no choice but to swallow.  Then his   
   thing got all soft and slipped out of my mouth, now it looked a lot more   
   like the ones I’d seen in the school toilets!   
   Peter thanked me for playing the special game with him, and asked me to   
   promise never to tell anyone about it or we would never be able to play   
   it again, and that would be a shame because he still had lots of things   
   he wanted to teach me……I promised.   
   Unfortunately Peter was reunited with his wife shortly after that, and I   
   never saw him again. I was most disappointed and upset, but I never told   
   a soul about the game that we played…….until now that is.   
      
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