Summer Holiday/Spain Day 9 Susan and Phoebe back in my room

Soon, you feel that familiar pressure building up in your balls and she must be able to sense it. “Go on fuck the little cunt,” she says, just as you feel the spunk begin to boil up. You pull out and splatter it all over Phoebe’s belly and between her legs. Then you roll off and lay down beside them, panting to get your breath back. “I knew you were a pervert the minute I saw you with the little girls in the pool,” she says.

“Did you really want me to…?”

She shakes her head. “I knew you wouldn’t; I just wanted to get you going.”

She takes Phoebe into the bathroom to clean her up and you get dressed. “Well – that was a bit of a revelation for me,” you say when she comes back out and puts Phoebe, now wearing a nappy, into her cot.

“For me too; I never got carried away like that before,” she said.

I felt rather guilty as I made my way to my room, and once there I stripped off and had another shower. I had been manipulated, that was for sure. Did Susan really want me to fuck Phoebe? I had never seen a baby cunt up close before and Phoebe seemed more developed than I would have expected. Was that normal, or had it been stretched? What did Susan really want from me?

I looked out of the window and saw it had started to rain and wondered what Bob and the kids were doing. I stretched out on the bed for a rest, and when I woke up it was time for dinner.

What do you do?

Go to dinner