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All Jen set out to do was protect her pedo hubby from the more dire consequences of his perversion. But oh dear, just look at how things escalated!
The irony of it! As I walked home from work at the children’s home, I was forced by dint of conscience to admit to myself that I was by now a far greater and much more proactive pedophile than my husband had ever been. John had merely watched little girls from our bedroom window; whereas I, a twenty one year old cleaner, (scrubber more like) I had now been shagged by just about every boy in the children’s home capable of getting an erection and groped by a good many other lads who weren’t yet that capable.The really strange thing about all this was that until a couple of months before, I’d have been prepared to swear on a stack of Bibles that I had no sexual interest in children whatsoever. However, my efforts to find a low risk victim for John had rather forced me to take on just such an interest and somewhere along the line, I’d gone and acquired a taste for it. I’d caught John’s disease. I think the dangers inherent in what I was up to had a great deal to do with my moral decline. The very real threat of prison was of itself proving to be something of a aphrodisiac for me. I became addicted to the danger. Every highly illegal erotic incident I got away with gave me a huge buzz. This was causing me to take chances in my efforts to find that special ten to twelve year old girl who was so used to being shagged that she just accepted it as part of being a girl and therefore wouldn’t think to complain when my husband had his perverted way with her. But could such child even exist?
I’d been on the verge of finally accepting that my quest was a lost cause when a blonde fifteen year old girl named Suzy let me know in no uncertain terms that she had the hots for me. Now, I’d never been physically intimate with a female in my life, but by now, I was getting impatient to find any kid that would willingly let a twenty four year old pervert fuck her. I therefore made a sort of bargain with Suzy wherein I’d go to bed with her if we shared the bed with my John. She was immediately up for that so all I had to do now was sell the idea to my husband. As it turned out, it wasn’t that difficult.
On arriving home, I found John tinkering with some sort of mechanical gizmo on the kitchen table. I can’t tell you what the gizmo was or what it was supposed to do because it was all in bits. I asked John what he was doing and he said he didn’t know. Sometimes, my husband’s honestly isn’t quite as helpful as he thinks it is. Anyway, I cut straight to the chase.
“Hi John. Er….look honey, there’s a fifteen year old girl at the home who wants to go to bed with me.”
“That’s nice dear; pass me that funny looking metal thing with the hook on the end will you!”
“The thing is” I said as I passed him the funny looking metal thing with the hook on the end, “she’ll have to do it here. It wouldn’t be safe at the home.”
“Have to do what?
“Go to bed with me.”
“Not now darling, I’m a bit busy with this.”
“I don’t mean now, darling; I mean on Saturday”
“What? You mean you’re not going to bed till Saturday? But it’s only Wednesday!”
“No John, you’ve got the wrong end of the stick here.”
“Oh! Is this the stick part then,” John asked, holding up the funny looking metal thing with the hook on the end? “I’m groping in the dark here; there’s no set of fucking instructions for this gizmo.”
“Oh! So you’re supposed to fuck this gizmo then, are you?” John’s confusion, like his pedophilia, was proving to be catching. Why do husbands always assume that what they’re doing at any given moment is far more important than anything their wives might be trying to tell them? Whatever the reason, at this point, my frustration boiled over. I snatched the funny looking metal thing with the hook on the end from his hand, slammed it down on the table and shouted “John, just stop whatever it is you’re doing for a moment and listen. On Saturday morning, a fifteen year old schoolgirl is coming here primeraly to go to bed with me for sex but you can screw her too if you like, like as in a threesome.” (God alone knows what any neighbour overhearing that must have thought!)
However, my burst of temper did the trick; John finally got the message and insisted we went to bed immediately for a bit of practice. I made a mental note to shout at my husband more often and spent the rest of a very pleasant evening playing pin cushion to his penis.
On the Saturday, Suzy duly arrived. At my suggestion, she wore no makeup and made out to be far more innocent than I knew the little strumpet to be. John was already naked in bed when I brought Suzy into the bedroom. It was weird really. We all knew what was going to happen and so nobody said a word. Suzy and I stripped in semi-silence, the only sound being that of rustling fabric.
Once we were naked, Suzy came to me, kissed my nipples in turn and started moving my boobs around in a most sensuous manner. This kid clearly knew what an erogenous zone a woman’s breasts are and she worked mine most expertly. All my nervousness left me to be replaced by a lusty sexual tension that rendered my entire body supersensitive. I closed my eyes in the rapture of the moment, only to have them spring open again as questing slender fingers lay siege to my clitoris. God but this girl was good at her craft. She was certainly doing a really professional job on me. I could feel myself heating up, feel my heart pounding unnaturally fiercely in my chest and feel my vaginsl juices freely flowing. As far as I was concerned at that devine moment, Suzy and I were the only people in the room. This magic spell was rudely broken however by the sound of John’s peevish voice whining “what about me then?”
What indeed! It’s surprising how little input John had on proceedings for the rest of that morning. He got on top of Suzy and snogged her noisily; he mauled her arse and pointy boobs a little and then with no further foreplay, fucked her vigorously for all of the next two or three minutes; causing the bed to creak and him to grunt rhythmically – until he reached orgasm. No condom had been deployed so as far as I knew, I was watching my husband impregnating this scheming juvenile wanten. I wasn’t even in the bed at this point so this was in no way my idea of a threesome. I just had to stand by and watch as a smile of smug satisfaction spread across Suzy’s face upon feeling John ejaculating inside her. So, this is what she’d really come for; for insemination by a man wealthy enough to have his own home and consequently, well able to financially support her in a style to which she could barely wait to become accustomed.
This epiphany turned me to stone for a moment, both physically and emotionally. I just stood there and watched as John rolled off that smirking child and onto his back, eyes closed and a smile of utter contentment in his face. He didn’t budge as I yanked all the bed clothes off of the bed. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do next. I wanted to get every last smear of John’s semen out of that still gaping cunt before it could do any real damage. I knew this was impossible but it didn’t stop me trying. I went down on the little bitch and frenziedly started to suck and lick her out……until she orgasm and gushed wet all over my face. John, eyes still closed merely assumed the rumpus going on next to him was simply his wife and some kid doing lesbian stuff. It never occurred to him at that critical time that the animated young girl lying next to him might actually be being mercilessly strangled.
Guess this is what you might call a cliffhanger moment to close part five of this sordid saga.
Hopefully, you’ll look out for part six, yes?
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