11-25-2025, 03:17 PM
Don't forget, folks: In those distant, happy times, there were no mobile phones. So every day I had to find a working phone booth, have my pocket full of change, or ask the operator to make a collect call to submit reports and find out what was required of me.
That day I was in the upscale St. John's Wood neighborhood to view a brand new shower module.
For those unfamiliar with London: St. John's Wood is primarily home to the super-rich. Even back then, houses were a big money-maker.
I reached the building, which could only be described as a "fake villa" and which, in my opinion, was tasteless.
I rang the bell, the security gate opened, and I drove my bright yellow VW up the short driveway.
I rang the doorbell and immediately greeted a young Indian girl of about nine years old.
I explained to her who I was and what I was doing there, only to learn that I needed her mother and she wasn't there, but this dainty thing could take me to her, as she lived only a mile away with her sisters.
I suggested we walk, but my new girlfriend wanted a ride, so she jumped in and we drove back to the main road.
"Turn left," she instructed us. We didn't get far. Traffic was backed up because people were trying to get to Lords Cricket Club.
It was warm, the car had no air conditioning, and I was stuck in my company sweatbox with a 9-year-old girl who was telling me about school, her friends, her grandparents, and her rabbit.
A minute later we had only driven six meters, it was hot, and I was furious. I took off my tie, hoping it would bring me some relief, but to no avail.
My young companion felt it too. She took off her school shoes and socks, pushed the seat up, and pulled her legs underneath her, causing her school skirt to ride up dangerously high.
I won't lie, it was a welcome distraction. Her beautiful, light brown legs were shapely – unlike those of many young people, who are thin and lanky.
Still stuck in traffic, my thoughts wandered. Without making it too obvious, a quick glance to my left gave me a glimpse of her white cotton panties. My cock got hard. Very hard!
My head was full of "what if" thoughts. At that moment, she turned to me, her skirt now around her waist, her legs slightly open, and her 9-year-old pussy was clearly visible.
I looked directly at her and unconsciously rubbed my erection through my pants. She understood. I turned away. She giggled.
Luckily, the traffic thinned out, and we started moving. Out of the corner of my eye, I could still clearly see her panties.
Finally, hot and excited, we reached the house I thought belonged to relatives. A typical semi-detached house with four bedrooms in north London.
I was waiting in the car when a lady opened the door, abruptly closed it again, took the child by the arm, and approached the car.
She was introduced to me as "Auntie." A very pretty woman, I estimated her to be about 40 years old. My young companion climbed into the back, and "Auntie" took the passenger seat.
Mom wasn't there, so "Auntie" was left out.
Back in the somewhat lighter traffic, we made our way back to our original destination.
It wasn't long before my passenger hit me.
The shower was so expensive and now it's leaking. I told my sister she'd fix it!
I asked if the handyman had already come by to take a look, but he was interrupted with a clear no.
Finally, we returned. The shower was part of a self-contained apartment in the basement. It was clear that a lot of money had been spent on it.
And indeed, when I turned on the mixer tap, it dripped, and that was only when the water had just started to flow.
"I think I can easily fix that," I offered sympathetically.
My aunt seemed relieved, but insisted that I turn the mixer tap on full, even though I would get wet.
"You have to go in," she barked.
"No chance," I replied.
Okay, she said, you have to go in, child, and stared at the child.
No sooner had she finished her sentence than she grabbed the poor girl and undressed her!
I wasn't sure what the hell was going on, but I knew: My pedophile radar was going off, my cock was rock hard, and I was full of lust!
Come on, in! The nine-year-old did as she was told.
You might as well take a proper shower while you're in there!
Completely unfazed by my presence, a completely naked nine-year-old cautiously entered the cubicle, turned the tap on full blast and began to wash herself with a very aromatic shower gel.
All I could do was watch. And believe me, I did!
When her aunt was satisfied, she took the child out, wrapped it in a fluffy towel and began to dry it.
Spread your legs, child. I need to make sure you're dry between your legs. I need to make sure your pussy is dry. By now, there was no more pretending to dry herself. It was an intense touch. Sexual and erotic, and the girl responded to it.
She spread her legs wider so her aunt could access her vagina. From where I stood, I could clearly see her pussy getting wet. Auntie's fingers skillfully and expertly rubbed the girl.
Such a beautiful child, such a beautiful pussy. You want me to make you come. It's our secret. Your mommy must never find out. I know you love it. We have so much fun together, don't we, child. You make your aunt so wet, child.
And after this torrent of dirt, she pulled up her sari and exposed her panties – clearly wet.
While that was happening, I just stood there with my mouth open, wondering,
What the hell should I do!
Lie down, child, lie on the towel, spread your legs. The pretty girl did exactly as she was told, and to my complete astonishment, Auntie took off her sari and impaled the child.
I thought I was going to wet myself!
This had clearly happened before. The girl and her aunt skillfully positioned their vulvas and began rubbing against each other!
I had to take my penis out of my pants. My erection was causing me back pain!
The woman called me over, just close enough for her to reach me and masturbate!
I was dripping profusely.
From then on, everything became incomprehensible. Firstly, Auntie started speaking in her native language, and secondly, the child only spoke English, so I basically only understood half the conversation.
What I knew was that I wanted to fuck them both.
With a deep sigh, Auntie came and detached herself from her niece, who was hunting for her own sperm and moving wildly with her little fingers!
Do you want to fuck her, do you want to cum inside her, do you want to feel your sperm entering her pussy, do you want to feel her fingers around your cock?
I didn't have to say anything. She took my hand, pushed me between her legs, and I guided my penis to her wet labia.
Don't penetrate her too deeply. She can only tolerate a little bit of candlelight.
"So far," said Auntie, half in English, but I understood what she meant.
Carefully, I maneuvered my raging erection between her moist lips. Gently, gently, gently, until my glans was embedded in her vaginal ring.
I just knew I couldn't stop myself from ejaculating.
The tension was incredible!! It was like a pre-orgasm, the longest and strongest orgasm ever.
I stood up so I could see my pedophile cock inside the girl's pussy, and that brought me to climax!!!
Wave after wave of male semen penetrated her childlike cunt!! So much that it squirted out!!
To my surprise, Auntie knelt down after I managed to free myself from her tight pussy and licked every drop of my semen off the girl. She even put her tongue inside her pussy until there was nothing left!
I got dressed, Auntie brought the child back into the shower so that there was no trace of our sexual activity, and insisted that I undress completely and tighten the mixing valve with a wrench.
To this day I can't believe what happened, but a few weeks later, when I was in the office, my boss asked me if I had already fixed the problem in St. John's Wood.
I replied casually: "One simple solution, and I was back outside in no time – which was partly true, of course."
He told me I was lucky.
A few days earlier, the plumber had been there, and Grandma had asked him to undress, take a shower, and fix the problem.
Of course he refused and never came back, and that's how I ended up getting the job!!!
That day I was in the upscale St. John's Wood neighborhood to view a brand new shower module.
For those unfamiliar with London: St. John's Wood is primarily home to the super-rich. Even back then, houses were a big money-maker.
I reached the building, which could only be described as a "fake villa" and which, in my opinion, was tasteless.
I rang the bell, the security gate opened, and I drove my bright yellow VW up the short driveway.
I rang the doorbell and immediately greeted a young Indian girl of about nine years old.
I explained to her who I was and what I was doing there, only to learn that I needed her mother and she wasn't there, but this dainty thing could take me to her, as she lived only a mile away with her sisters.
I suggested we walk, but my new girlfriend wanted a ride, so she jumped in and we drove back to the main road.
"Turn left," she instructed us. We didn't get far. Traffic was backed up because people were trying to get to Lords Cricket Club.
It was warm, the car had no air conditioning, and I was stuck in my company sweatbox with a 9-year-old girl who was telling me about school, her friends, her grandparents, and her rabbit.
A minute later we had only driven six meters, it was hot, and I was furious. I took off my tie, hoping it would bring me some relief, but to no avail.
My young companion felt it too. She took off her school shoes and socks, pushed the seat up, and pulled her legs underneath her, causing her school skirt to ride up dangerously high.
I won't lie, it was a welcome distraction. Her beautiful, light brown legs were shapely – unlike those of many young people, who are thin and lanky.
Still stuck in traffic, my thoughts wandered. Without making it too obvious, a quick glance to my left gave me a glimpse of her white cotton panties. My cock got hard. Very hard!
My head was full of "what if" thoughts. At that moment, she turned to me, her skirt now around her waist, her legs slightly open, and her 9-year-old pussy was clearly visible.
I looked directly at her and unconsciously rubbed my erection through my pants. She understood. I turned away. She giggled.
Luckily, the traffic thinned out, and we started moving. Out of the corner of my eye, I could still clearly see her panties.
Finally, hot and excited, we reached the house I thought belonged to relatives. A typical semi-detached house with four bedrooms in north London.
I was waiting in the car when a lady opened the door, abruptly closed it again, took the child by the arm, and approached the car.
She was introduced to me as "Auntie." A very pretty woman, I estimated her to be about 40 years old. My young companion climbed into the back, and "Auntie" took the passenger seat.
Mom wasn't there, so "Auntie" was left out.
Back in the somewhat lighter traffic, we made our way back to our original destination.
It wasn't long before my passenger hit me.
The shower was so expensive and now it's leaking. I told my sister she'd fix it!
I asked if the handyman had already come by to take a look, but he was interrupted with a clear no.
Finally, we returned. The shower was part of a self-contained apartment in the basement. It was clear that a lot of money had been spent on it.
And indeed, when I turned on the mixer tap, it dripped, and that was only when the water had just started to flow.
"I think I can easily fix that," I offered sympathetically.
My aunt seemed relieved, but insisted that I turn the mixer tap on full, even though I would get wet.
"You have to go in," she barked.
"No chance," I replied.
Okay, she said, you have to go in, child, and stared at the child.
No sooner had she finished her sentence than she grabbed the poor girl and undressed her!
I wasn't sure what the hell was going on, but I knew: My pedophile radar was going off, my cock was rock hard, and I was full of lust!
Come on, in! The nine-year-old did as she was told.
You might as well take a proper shower while you're in there!
Completely unfazed by my presence, a completely naked nine-year-old cautiously entered the cubicle, turned the tap on full blast and began to wash herself with a very aromatic shower gel.
All I could do was watch. And believe me, I did!
When her aunt was satisfied, she took the child out, wrapped it in a fluffy towel and began to dry it.
Spread your legs, child. I need to make sure you're dry between your legs. I need to make sure your pussy is dry. By now, there was no more pretending to dry herself. It was an intense touch. Sexual and erotic, and the girl responded to it.
She spread her legs wider so her aunt could access her vagina. From where I stood, I could clearly see her pussy getting wet. Auntie's fingers skillfully and expertly rubbed the girl.
Such a beautiful child, such a beautiful pussy. You want me to make you come. It's our secret. Your mommy must never find out. I know you love it. We have so much fun together, don't we, child. You make your aunt so wet, child.
And after this torrent of dirt, she pulled up her sari and exposed her panties – clearly wet.
While that was happening, I just stood there with my mouth open, wondering,
What the hell should I do!
Lie down, child, lie on the towel, spread your legs. The pretty girl did exactly as she was told, and to my complete astonishment, Auntie took off her sari and impaled the child.
I thought I was going to wet myself!
This had clearly happened before. The girl and her aunt skillfully positioned their vulvas and began rubbing against each other!
I had to take my penis out of my pants. My erection was causing me back pain!
The woman called me over, just close enough for her to reach me and masturbate!
I was dripping profusely.
From then on, everything became incomprehensible. Firstly, Auntie started speaking in her native language, and secondly, the child only spoke English, so I basically only understood half the conversation.
What I knew was that I wanted to fuck them both.
With a deep sigh, Auntie came and detached herself from her niece, who was hunting for her own sperm and moving wildly with her little fingers!
Do you want to fuck her, do you want to cum inside her, do you want to feel your sperm entering her pussy, do you want to feel her fingers around your cock?
I didn't have to say anything. She took my hand, pushed me between her legs, and I guided my penis to her wet labia.
Don't penetrate her too deeply. She can only tolerate a little bit of candlelight.
"So far," said Auntie, half in English, but I understood what she meant.
Carefully, I maneuvered my raging erection between her moist lips. Gently, gently, gently, until my glans was embedded in her vaginal ring.
I just knew I couldn't stop myself from ejaculating.
The tension was incredible!! It was like a pre-orgasm, the longest and strongest orgasm ever.
I stood up so I could see my pedophile cock inside the girl's pussy, and that brought me to climax!!!
Wave after wave of male semen penetrated her childlike cunt!! So much that it squirted out!!
To my surprise, Auntie knelt down after I managed to free myself from her tight pussy and licked every drop of my semen off the girl. She even put her tongue inside her pussy until there was nothing left!
I got dressed, Auntie brought the child back into the shower so that there was no trace of our sexual activity, and insisted that I undress completely and tighten the mixing valve with a wrench.
To this day I can't believe what happened, but a few weeks later, when I was in the office, my boss asked me if I had already fixed the problem in St. John's Wood.
I replied casually: "One simple solution, and I was back outside in no time – which was partly true, of course."
He told me I was lucky.
A few days earlier, the plumber had been there, and Grandma had asked him to undress, take a shower, and fix the problem.
Of course he refused and never came back, and that's how I ended up getting the job!!!