The Silent Child

The circumstances of Emma's life were richly strange, for despite her low IQ, the Youth Welfare Office liked her as a foster mother because she was reliable and the children were doing very well with her. Her small apartment was always spotlessly clean, the children came to school neatly dressed, washed and combed, were in perfect health and enjoyed learning. She liked to cook and cooked very well, as the case‐by‐case reviews revealed. But the checks were very superficial at that time, otherwise she would hardly have become a foster mother.

Emma had stopped going to school and was just living off what she did best: Fucking. From an early age she was abused her uncles, nephews and cousins, but she always thought it was a game and actually liked it, squirting and later getting fucked was never violent. As she was passed from lover to lover and skipped school, she was kicked out. It went well for a few years, the lovers provided shelter and security and also a little money. Everything went well until she was infected with syphilis. Four weeks in the hospital ate up her savings, but then one of her former lovers picked her up there and helped her. First with a small, cheap apartment, then he arranged for her to be a foster mother because he could and knew how strong her desire for children was. Unfortunately, she never had a child herself. She experienced him as her only friend and fucked him, gratefully and passionately.

He remained her only friend for life, and when he visited her on a case‐by‐case basis in the years that followed, she gave herself to him gladly and passionately. He was always correct and fucked Emma only when the foster child was not around. He knew her well enough and knew that she would have fucked him even if the foster child had been there. He was a correct, friendly man, but he criticized her very harshly when the story about Karl was in the newspaper and she confessed everything to him. He had to explain to her in detail that this was pedophilia, child abuse and a bad crime. She calmed down only when he explained to her that only Karl had committed the crimes and not she. He did not want to worry her further and caressed her breasts and hips until she stopped sobbing and crying. She was grateful and showed it to him during the passionate lovemaking that followed. Never again did the subject come up. Nevertheless, they remained friends for life.

In the beginning the children were young and sweet, rarely staying longer than half a year. In the following years, larger children were entrusted to her care. Marie was one of them, 8 years old and quite knowledgeable for her age. Emma learned the school material together with her and consolidated her incomplete school knowledge. In the evenings, after bathing and going to bed, they cuddled, close together. Marie already knew masturbation from before and they often did it together. When the next girl came, a completely innocent, unsuspecting child, Emma patiently taught her how to masturbate, even though the girl was shy and scared at first. The girl loved her very much, they had many orgasms together and their parting was very sad.

Something like that was the case with the many girls who followed, they cuddled naked in bed and learned to masturbate, they masturbated together whenever they got horny. The girls especially admired her big clit and compared it to their tiny, small and medium sized ones. Especially the older girls kept trying to masturbate her big clit to orgasm. Emma, who had never done a blowjob before, was startled when one of the more experienced girls dived down and licked her clit. She overcame her inner resistance and enjoyed the orgasm. Although she never licked any of the girls herself, she enjoyed it very much and taught many a girl to lick her. The girls soon got the hang of it. They licked the big, stiff clit to orgasm, kept it in their mouths, and continued a few seconds later, so that Emma rushed from one orgasm to the next, a dozen times. She had never manually achieved such a cascade of orgasms. The girls liked these sexual games and they all loved Emma with all their hearts.

Her supervisor at the Youth Authority, Karl, visited Emma very often in the beginning and scouted out that she was ideally suited for his hobby. In his opinion she was rather stupid, very simple‐minded and had a very strong sexual rapport with the girls. He constantly sent her girls from 13 to 15 years old, because he was a parthenophile, that is, he loved to have sex with young virgin girls in puberty. He especially loved to deflower the young girls. The first time Emma seduced him to fuck, he failed miserably. He had fucked only once with adult woman, and there he was senselessly drunk because the wife of a work colleague had totally bottled him up to fuck him. But he could remember well all the details that plagued him in his nightmares. She had robbed him of his clothes and ridden him sitting on the chair, orgasm after orgasm, until he went limp. Emma was too old for him at 40, too fat, and her large vagina unattractive and threatening. Above all, her large, erect clitoris made him uncomfortable, and the psychologist had to admit to himself that he would have to dig very deep if he wanted to get to the bottom of it. His discomfort grew because she offered herself so freely, lying invitingly and spread wide on the bed, innocently–obscenely playing with her clit, even though they hardly knew each other. He knew that her deal depended on him fucking her. Now.

He couldn't get it up, and for heaven's sake, Emma shouldn't touch it! He masturbated his little cock blushing shamefully and when it was stiff he penetrated her vagina full of disgust and lust to fuck her with deep thrusts. Despite her large vagina, large repulsive labia and frighteningly large stiff clit. However, it horned him up that Emma was masturbating completely unabashedly and greedily while being fucked. He, desperate to cum in the midst of her orgasmic convulsions, missed her climax time after time and was forced to keep fucking. It took him almost an hour with his little cock before he could finally squirt into her orgasm.

Now she was convinced of his intention and promised absolute silence. Emma, who herself had lost her virginity as a 13 year old and loved fucking afterwards, was quickly convinced that it could only be good and right for the girls and so Karl was able to organize and perfect his defloration parties. Nevertheless, perhaps because she was a little angry at his initial rejection of her aging body, she still seduced him on another three days when he came to discuss the details with her. She let her robe slide to the floor and slowly took it off, despite his weak protests. She grabbed his cock and rubbed it until it was stiff and hard. She grabbed him, pulled him to her and inserted his cock into her vagina. Clever as she was, she made sure to orgasm just when he wasn't ready. Poor Karl agonized for more than an hour until she met him for squirting with her masturbation and orgasms. She let him suffer for a long time on purpose, because she felt that she was far from old in her early 40s!

A few weeks after moving in with Emma, the girl was introduced to the pleasure of masturbating and Emma prepared her with lots of talking and cuddling about how nice it was to have sex with a man. It never took long before the girls were as hot as cayenne pepper for fucking, the party could take place. Karl came and brought candy and champagne, which they mixed with strawberry lemonade. They were naked, toasting the champagne, and Emma breathlessly explored the anatomy of Karl's rather small cock together with the girl. They cuddled as a threesome, the alcohol soon took effect, the girl was allowed to hold the penis and witness the miracle of erection. Emma gave instructions on how to rub the penis and some of the older ones even managed to make Karl squirt.

Later, the girl lay between them and was made horny with all finesse. Emma had already instructed the girl step by step days before the party exactly what they had to exactly had to do before it would come to the little prick that made them real women. Following the choreography, Emma masturbated the girl teasingly rubbing the penis up and down her labia. The girl herself had to insert the cock into her vaginal entrance and then masturbate it until she orgasmed. Emma triggered the girl's orgasm the moment Karl slowly and pleasurably entered the small vagina and looked expectantly into the girl's face. The moment when the hymen tore very slowly and gradually under his pressure while the girl orgasmed, that was the climax for Karl. Sometimes the hymen tore very quickly and unexpectedly suddenly, then both Karl and the girl flinched. Afterwards he fucked her slowly and deliberately, while Emma whispered soothingly to the frightened girl and asked her to masturbate herself while being fucked, that would do her good and make her forget the prick. Many were happy when Emma then took over the masturbation while they continued to be fucked by Karl. Karl could usually hold back the squirting until the girl was shaken again by the convulsing twitch of her orgasm.

Emma got annoyed every time she heard Karl compare her body disparagingly to the young girls' bodies. She punished Karl by masturbating him very quickly before his defloration climax and plunging his glans into the girl's vaginal entrance where he squirted instead of performing the sacred act of deflowering. Most of the time she did it again without helping Karl to succeed. Once, when Karl exaggerated his comparisons and compared the budding breasts with her expansive breasts, praised the tight, small vagina and the gently curved buttocks, she was very angry and made him squirt twice in a row in the girl's vaginal vestibule, whereupon his little cock went limp. After that she fucked the girl with her fingers, tearing the hymen of course. Karl was disappointed and later listlessly fucked the devalued girl.

Emma made it clear to him that she was far from being old junk and that if he withheld the pleasure of being fucked from her, she would also withhold his pleasure from him. For better or worse, he had to fuck her from now on when she offered herself. Emma now set the pace and the choreography, she determined if and when he could experience the magic of deflowering. He had to fuck her as often and as passionately as she wanted, when she wanted, regardless of whether he wanted. He had to overcome his disgust for her old flesh so she wouldn't spoil the game for him. The girls got very horny watching Emma and Karl fuck, so they all got something out of it. She gave him really good handjobs to get the tired little soldier standing at attention again. Karl quickly realized that he had to keep fucking her until she got the girl hot and switched from the big vagina to the small one at her signal. Then she gladly helped deflower the girl. It happened that Karl couldn't get it up and Emma couldn't fuck, which she usually understood and the party was simply postponed. A few times, however, Karl had to watch with wide‐open eyes as she deflowered the girl with her thumb and the party ended with a bummer.

These defloration parties took place over a long time, Karl deflowered in these years almost all the girls he brought to Emma. Only very rarely Karl visited the girl more times to fuck. But Emma was convinced that the girls found this adventure very exciting and even later often whispered to her about it when they had sex together. Karl was reported anonymously at some point and went to jail for a few months, after which he never came back to Emma. She was glad that her name did not appear in the court case, Karl kept silent and never contacted her again.

Under the new caretaker, girls and boys came in random succession, they were mostly between 10 and 14 years old and rarely stayed more than a few months. Among the younger boys were some who did not know how to masturbate. She often rubbed the little cocks and masturbated them really fast until they throbbed. Most of them couldn't squirt yet, they were too young. But they all loved this horny game and some of these tots experienced their first squirting with her. The bigger ones, who could already squirt, liked to let Emma masturbate them, because she did divine handjobs. For the second time Emma had to make an effort, but if one did not squirt even after an hour, she stopped and took care of her own orgasm. From watching, most of them got really horny and masturbated. She made it clear right away that they were not allowed to squirt on the sheet, no, they obediently squirted their semen on her breasts.

Almost all of the bigger 13 or 14 year old squirt boys were also eager to fuck. They all knew how to do it theoretically, but with her they learned how to do it practically. First, however, everyone had to pass a silly test, some only once, others more often. Namely, he had to kneel down between her thighs, masturbate together with her, describing the details of fucking in hefty words, and only then was he allowed to squirt on her cleft. Whoever squirted too early had to keep trying. But then he was allowed to fuck her. She loved to be fucked while masturbating. After a short time she had already taught her young lovers the essentials and they loved the sex with the foster mother.

The only time she had two children, they were the 14‐year‐old twins Max and Mia, they did not want to be separated. The two pretended to be bashful and innocent only on the first day, but at the latest when they bathed together, the false masks fell. After soaping up, Max had to stand up and was freed from the soap with the shower jet. Emma reached for the boy's hard‐on and masturbated him, moments later Mia leaned back and masturbated for all she was worth.

Then, as the three of them lay in bed, Emma asked if they were fucking each other. The twins were embarrassed at first, but then Max reluctantly admitted to having already made a few attempts because they were both totally curious. Yes, Mia's hymen had been torn the last time, so they had never actually fucked properly. After that, he wasn't allowed again. Mia said she'd rather not do it, it had hurt quite a bit until the hymen tore after many futile attempts, and she pressed her legs together demonstratively. Fiddle‐dee‐dee, said Emma, now go on, do it! She sat down so that she could see everything clearly and watched with her deep green cat eyes as Max and Mia wrestled silently with each other. Emma gave them instructions. Max was soon holding her forearms with one hand, pressing her legs apart with his legs, and bringing his stiff little cock into position in front of Mia's vaginal entrance. Mia half‐heartedly tried to pull away from him, but he slid his other hand onto her pussy and widened her labia with his fingers. He pulled back his foreskin over the glans very firmly and immediately widened the labia again. Very slowly his little cock penetrated between his fingers into her tight vagina. Mia whispered in amazement that it didn't hurt at all! It was kind of exciting to watch the small, tight vagina and the slim, thin boy penis humping.

Emma watched their brief humping as Max squirted just a minute later. He let go of Mia, as she was no longer resisting. Emma whispered her instructions and Max stayed with his cock in her vagina making very slow humping motions. Emma could see that Mia obediently reached down and stroked her labia first and then his cock. She masturbated his cock for a very long time until it was firm again. She hugged him and pulled him into her, they continued fucking tightly. Emma watched them fucking and got all horny. They both stopped fucking and watched her with their mouths open. While she rested wearily afterwards, she watched them, the boy's slender cock pumping very deep inside the girl's tight vagina. Emma saw quite clearly the rise and fall of his sac as he squirted deep inside her vagina. Max kept fucking until he went completely limp.

Over the next few weeks they had nice sex again and again, Max mostly fucking Emma because Mia preferred to masturbate herself and didn't want to be fucked so often. But when Mia was very aroused because she masturbated herself or was masturbated by Emma, Max could penetrate her vagina without any resistance on her part, fuck and squirt. Usually she got her orgasm long after he had squirted. And Max often took advantage of Mia's arousal. Emma in turn masturbated Mia, because she enjoyed it very much when she was masturbated and she experienced her orgasm quite passively.

When a new guy took over the agenda at the agency, he lost track of Emma, but also the last foster child, Jim. Payments continued fully automated, Emma and Jim lost themselves on the radar for good and lived without any contact with the authorities. No more children were sent to her and Jim stayed with her until his untimely death. They lived well on the money from the ministry, the rent for the small apartment was low. She could manage the money well and they were popular in the neighborhood. The woman with the mute child. Jim was neither mute nor deaf, he had had a freak form of meningitis as an infant and no longer talked, he was far behind in development and learned very little. Although he dutifully went with Emma to the grocery store and to all her appointments in general, he always remained passive and listless like a large, mute doll that stood motionless until Emma moved on.

Their daily routine was very simple. Emma went shopping with Jim in the morning, then she read her Rainbow Press sheets and did all the crossword puzzles. Jim had a huge selection of children's books and looked at all the pictures as long as Emma was reading. She had tried to teach him to read for a long time, but he just couldn't do it. He much preferred to sit at the kitchen table and watch Emma cook. He was fascinated by the miracle of food making, how things turned from cans, paper bags and packets into a wonderful meal, Emma only had to make magical hand movements and the miracle was done. Unbelievably, she cleaned and took care of the dishes with her magical hand movements. Then came bathing and bedtime.

They always sat in the bathtub for a long time, Jim and she had become accustomed to nakedness when bathing and going to bed. She rubbed him with the soap, then Jim stood up and Emma washed the soap off with the shower spray. Gently she pulled back the foreskin and showered the glans, it did him so much good and made his little cock stiff, from an early age. When he was about 12, it squirted for the first time in the strong beam of the shower and she washed the cock carefully before drying it off. It had always been that way.

She knew how much he enjoyed squirting in the strong shower beam. He usually closed his eyes while she let the spray move slowly up and down his cock. She knew his smile announced the squirting and directed his semen jets into the water. He always squirted a thick, rich jet first, then many small jets, and she tried to catch all the splashes with her big, heaving bosom. She really liked it when people splashed on her breasts. It was a kind of fetish that she had learned to love since an early age. Of course, she couldn't remember who it was that masturbated in front of her and had his semen slapped on her childish budding breasts. She rubbed the semen on her breasts and moaned happily before washing it off with the shower.

Over time, he did not always succeed in squirting in the shower stream. She very slowly pulled his foreskin over the glans and back again very tightly, only for a few minutes, then he squirted. She didn't want to masturbate him, not yet. In her simple, twisted mind, masturbating was one of her failures as a woman, when men couldn't squirt when they fucked. She didn't want to teach him that yet. Still, she had to make him squirt more and more often with the slow, restrained advance– and retraction of the foreskin. It wasn't long before it took longer and longer to get him to squirt by hand. It's not like masturbating, she thought, as her limp sex partners did, rubbing their dicks wildly, quickly and desperately.

After years, the shower spray thing didn't work anymore. She, on the other hand, was slowly but purposefully rubbing his cock, pleasurably letting the glans come out of the foreskin and dart between her fingers. She kept him at the proper distance with one hand on his butt, masturbating him slowly and deliberately with the other. He seemed to like that she masturbated him faster towards the end, gripping his thin boy cock a little tighter. It usually took half an hour for himt to squirt between her fingers onto her large breasts. Sometimes she noticed when the squirting was approaching, then she pointed the little cock directly at her breasts and teased the glans with her thumb and forefinger. He then squirted quickly, because while squirting she continued to irritate the glans until the end, smearing the semen on her breasts while still squirting.

After drying off, they went to bed. They always slept naked and both enjoyed the long, loving cuddle before falling asleep. She had little need for sex in the past decade, masturbating only once a month, and Jim sat between her spread legs. His little cock would stiffen and throb now and then, but of course he couldn't squirt then. But since she had to make him squirt by hand, her horniness grew and she masturbated like she did when she was young every day before she went to sleep. Jim sat between her spread legs and watched her intently. She never found out if he understood what she was doing.

He always got an erection, ever since he was young, watching her. He would bend over curiously and watch the finger rubbing the clit, first slowly and sensitively, then quickly and violently. Now he was in the throes of puberty, sitting between her legs and squirting more and more frequently, all by himself, usually only moments after her orgasm. There was no need for a shower stream or stroking his cock, he watched her masturbate and her finger excited him until he squirted, all by itself. She pulled him close so his semen wouldn't stain the sheet, but she could wipe it off her cleft and belly with a cloth. Soon she was directing him into the vaginal entrance, pushing the little cock deep into the vagina as far as it would go so that her fingers would not touch the freely swaying cock, which had bothered her greatly before. When she paused after orgasm and he had not yet squirted, she hugged him warmly and pressed him against her. At the same time she masturbated his little cock, which was stuck in her vagina, with two fingers until he squirted. He loved this and when his cock didn't collapse, he stayed stuck in her vagina, waiting patiently for her to continue. He seemed to increasingly like being masturbated by her in intimate embrace and squirting in her vagina. Of course, she masturbated him every time she wanted to keep masturbating.

She blossomed and radiated desire and sex despite her 57 years. Her young neighbor, an unemployed alcoholic in his early thirties, fell for her charms for a few weeks and they hastily screwed in his apartment because she couldn't leave Jim alone for too long. That only lasted until another unemployed woman moved in with him. That's when she had to bring him over, she sat Jim at the kitchen table and told him to read his books while she went to bed with the visitor. Jim just sat there until the two of them had undressed. In the middle of fucking, he went into her bedroom, undressed as well, and sat on the bed. The neighbor was irritated at first, but she reassured him that the boy was harmless and didn't actually see them. Jim watched their daily fucking and had to squirt frequently himself. To the neighbor, this ejaculation without rubbing seemed strange to the neighbor, but he said nothing and concentrated on fucking. Jim ejaculated mostly when she masturbated the neighbor's cock between two numbers. Jim watched her very closely, which sometimes irritated her, so she rubbed the neighbor for way too long until he squirted. At that exact moment, Jim, who had been following her masturbating hand with a fixed gaze, started squirting at the same time as the neighbor in a kind of parallel enchantment. After a few weeks it was over, the jealousy of the new roommate brought a quick dry end.

Some time later, with his cock in her vaginal entrance while she masturbated, Jim began rocking back and forth on his butt until he squirted. Emma was pleased with this progression and enjoyed his rocking while she masturbated, he squirted and stayed in her vagina. As she slowly climaxed, he began to rock anew. His face twitched joyfully when her violent convulsions squeezed and squeezed his little cock. She rested for fifteen minutes and let Jim continue rocking in her vagina. He rocked and rocked for a very long time until he squirted in her vagina.

They rocked daily from then on and she was pleased because he could usually squirt three times when they rocked. Their nonverbal communication was enough for her to figure out if he wanted one more. She was usually still in the mood for another orgasm and masturbated, as often and as long as the horniness lasted.

About a year later, he had just turned 18, she showed him the missionary position. She had to grab him by the butt and show him the motion in practice. The first few times she gave him to understand that it had to go like that with the neighbor, you saw that very clearly! Jim nodded and rolled his eyes with pleasure at the penetration and tried to imitate the humping of Mr. Neighbor. Emma steered and controlled him until he squirted with glee. Amazingly, Jim learned quite quickly the missionary position. Her orgasms while masturbating were so nice when he fucked her properly and then stuck in her vagina until he got hard again. When he slipped out, she masturbated him in her slow way until he was stiff again.

She had a wonderful time, though she didn't know if it was as nice for Jim.

Peter, her only friend for many years, who had taken her out of the hospital, gotten her an apartment, and helped her earn her own income as a foster mother, was at the door. He had lost his home, his wife and his life. To the tennis instructor. Emma listened to him good‐naturedly for hours and comforted him when he cried. He needed her. So it came to pass that he no longer went out, except to buy more alcohol. He drank more than usual, but he was never drunk to the brim. He didn't live on her dime, accompanying her shopping and paying generously. He got along wonderfully with Jim, they carried the groceries together and he held Jim's hand as they walked the streets.

Emma waited patiently with the sex, until Peter came halfway back to himself. Jim was already asleep, they had silent, passionate sex. This went well for a few days, but Jim awoke and watched them spellbound. Peter asked why he didn't masturbate, but sat there with his erection. She said she had never taught him. Peter took another deep drink and sat down kindly next to Jim. He took his hand and encircled his cock with it and they masturbated together until Jim squirted. It took several days before Jim understood. The next time Peter indulged in his latest fad of sticking his glans in Emma's mouth and masturbating before having sex with her, he asked Jim to masturbate with a friendly smile and hand motions. He didn't succeed on the first try, but after a few days it became apparent that he had learned.

Emma, who had never done a blowjob, was happy to fulfill Peter's wish and caressed his glans with her lips and tongue, for she loved him very much. She masturbated him and Peter squirted into her mouth. Since it was usually his first orgasm of the day, he squirted quite a lot of semen, she drank and swallowed it, she was not afraid of that. Peter hugged and kissed her intimately, because squirting into her mouth was one of his fantasies never fulfilled before. After that they fucked like in the good old days, Jim masturbated slowly and watched them having sex.

Peter soon had solid ground under his feet again, drank very little and went to his company two or three times a week to check on things. By the time he was 60, he had handed over the day‐to‐day running of the business to the managers and didn't interfere with them. Everything was going well and he was earning very well even in his self‐imposed retirement. He had looked around the housing market and bought a much larger, nice apartment nearby. He had it registered in Emma's name and replied to her with a smile, you never know how long it will last and she and Jim should be covered when he was gone. Emma hugged and kissed him and wiped her tears, crying at the idea that Peter might die one day. Jim, surprisingly, leaned over and hugged them both tightly. After the move they furnished the apartment together, there was now a radio and a television. Peter set up a small workstation with a computer, with it he could contact the managers at any time, but also his friends and acquaintances all over the world.

They stayed together like a small family. Even when the tennis instructor faded, he rejected his wife, saying she should stay in his house and get a job! He wasn't ready to get divorced and be gutted like a Christmas goose in the process. He was through with it.

Jim now had his own room, with all his toys and books. But at night he always came to Emma and Peter's big bed. Sex between the three of them was satisfying for all of them, Jim tried to imitate Peter in many ways. Perhaps this was his way of learning. And purely physically he was a young man and not a child, his cock at least as big as Peter's, rather bigger. He moved his abdomen close to Emma's face and waited. Emma and Peter stopped fucking because it was clear what he wanted. They exchanged a look, then she took Jim's cock in her mouth and caressed his glans. Jim laughed and you could really see the horny sensations on his face. She masturbated him quickly and made him cum in her mouth while Peter continued fucking her. Paying close attention to Jim's non‐verbal signals, she masturbated him and made him squirt four times in her mouth until he had enough.

After some time, the team settled in. After lunch, Peter used to go to the coffeehouse to meet friends, thus giving Emma and Jim the space to do missionary fucking. He had managed to teach Jim to read after two years. For his 20th birthday, Jim got a large, empty bookshelf, which gradually filled up over the following months. When Jim read in the evenings after watching TV, Peter and Emma had time for each other and still had romantic sex every third day. Three years later, Jim graduated from high school as an extern at a special school. He couldn't talk, but when Emma read his "thought book," she was amazed at how smart he was and had began to understand the world. Peter sometimes took him to the coffee house where he and his educated friends discussed God and the world. Jim expressed himself with thoughts, which he wrote down in his little notepad and had Peter read aloud. The latter was convinced that Jim could manage the Final Graduation and a university degree despite his muteness and got him all the textbooks.

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