Chapter 1: London, England

Edward opened the door and immediately felt light-headed. His heart was thumping furiously in his chest.

He tried to look anywhere but down at her, but his eyes kept darting back. The legs. The smile. The dimples. The red hair.

The child was talking and he wasn't listening. His erection started to billow out in his shorts. It was uncomfortable but delirious.

She had to be wearing the uniform. Christ, he had been doing so well in therapy. He'd gotten over everything but uniforms.

Bright yellow shirt and hat, khaki shorts, bright colored emblems running along the sash hugging her tight young torso. She was a Girl Guide, probably 8 years old judging by the uniform and her precious little face.

"Did you hear me Mister?" she was saying, looking all serious and concerned. Hell no I didn't hear you, he screamed in his mind, I was contemplating wrecking the last 12 years of therapy by bringing you back into my bedroom for a rutting you'll never forget.

"Sorry no," he felt himself saying, like a robot. He knew she was selling something, or asking for donations, but she probably wasn't selling what he wanted, which was a nice little door to door child whore.

"Are you feeling okay?"

He smiled at her, and gave in to temptation letting himself look her up and down lustfully. This was definitely a devil sent to torture him. Not only was she the perfect age, not only was she wearing a uniform, but she was skinny, fit, dimpled, soft-skinned, absolutely perfect. His underwear was wet with a big drop of precum.

"Where's your mum?" he asked, peeking out of his door and down the street.

She beamed at him. "Mum says I'm old enough to go collecting myself this year!" Your mum's a complete and utter idiot, he thought.

"Well as a matter of fact I'm not feeling well, I think I'm dehydrated. Good heavens," he said in mock alarm, "it doesn't look that you have any liquids with you either. It's not wise to travel without fluids."

"Oh, I'll be okay."

He pressed a tiny advantage, using her pride against her. "Well sure, but I doubt your mum would be so happy about you canvassing alone ever again if you were to come home tired and dried out." Seeing her look of concern, he pounced. "Say, let's have a drink together."

She smiled again. "Oh that would be lovely."

We widened the door and let her in, offering her a seat on his sofa. He was aware of how awkwardly he was walking with his erection tenting his shorts. "Say, would you care for some iced tea?"

"That's my favorite," she said, and the devil must have been at work because she was twirling her long wavy hair with one finger, a mannerism that drove Edward absolutely mad. If he had any willpower left it drained away with her acceptance of the iced tea. It meant he could substitute the Long Island Iced Tea he had in a pitcher in his refrigerator, which would knock her out for sure.

"What's your name, love?" he said, returning with the strong alcoholic "tea".

"Victoria Ennis," she said cheerily, taking the large glass of tea from him and kicking her legs adorably on the couch. She began gulping the beverage greedily. If she noticed the funny taste she said nothing. He was drinking regular iced tea.

They chatted inanely for a few minutes, though she did thrill him a bit when she mentioned having a sleep over with her Girl Guide friends last weekend. Something about the image of five little 8-year olds, all in Girl Guide uniforms, sent his cock ramrod stiff. It was all his imagination, of course, but his mind easily generated images of the pretty girls playing kissing games with one another.

She was getting drowsy and her speech was slurring even before he insisted she have a refill. Then she began complaining that she wasn't feeling well in her tummy. He stood up then, and told her "I'm not feeling well either. See this swelling I have in my tummy?" He pointed below his stomach to the bulge in his shorts.

Her eyes followed his finger and her eyes locked on his bulge. Her face made the most delightful quizzical expression and she giggled. "That's not your tummy silly."

"What is it then, do you think?"

She scrunched up her face and sat closer to him. "I don't know but it doesn't look right."

"Well we should take a look I suppose." He unsnapped his shorts and unzipped them, sending them down to his ankles. He stepped out of them feeling positively on cloud nine. He pressed against the bulge with his hand. "Feel this, what do you think it is?" he asked.

She leaned closer and reached out her little hand. He thought he would die right there at the moment of contact, her little tiny child's hand reaching out to cup the large bulge in his underwear. "It's warm and hard," she said, with a little concern. The "and" was barely enunciated as she struggled against the alcohol in her system.

"It is warm and hard, you're right," he said, covering her hand with his and helping her press against him.

"It's wet too," she said, with some surprise, worried he might be bleeding. There was a marble-sized wet spot where his precum had soaked through.

"We'd better have a closer look then." She drew her hand back and he finished stripping, first peeling off his shirt and then sliding his underwear down his legs.

Edward felt a sudden pang of regret that he didn't have a video camera to capture the moment. The look on her face was priceless as his erection popped free of his pants. Her eyes grew big and round and her mouth formed a surprised little O.

"Do you know what this is?" he said, grabbing his 8-inch long hard on with his left hand, and easing it close to her face.

She shook her head no, eyes and mouth still wide.

"This is my cock, Victoria, and the reason it is so swollen and leaking is because of you and your uniform, do you understand?"

She shook her head no more insistently. Rudely he flicked his cock against her beautiful button nose, pleased to find a thin strand of precum connecting them. "My cock gets big and sore when I see pretty little girls like you. I need you to help me fix it."

She looked around the room as if sensing danger and wanting some escape, but the alcohol in her system and her fear got the better of her. "How do I fix it?"

Edward reached over and grabbed the remote control to his TV and turned it on along with his DVD player. Last night he'd been in the middle of a pretty hot student/teacher porno, sadly all legal-aged bitches but ones obviously selected to inspire schoolgirl fantasies. As the scene came to life a well-built middle aged man with a porn-sized hard on was directing two of his students to minister to him orally. The girls were on their knees, both in pigtails, one blonde and one Asian. The Asian barely had any tits to speak of, she was completely flat chested. The blonde only had little bumps herself.

The Asian was working her tongue under the man's heavy, shaved ball sack, and the blonde was kissing and occasionally taking his hard on down her throat. At one point the teacher grabbed the girls by their pigtails and forced them to turn towards each other, leading to a wet lesbian French kiss.

He turned back to her. Her face was red, she seemed to know enough to be embarrassed. Or maybe she was getting sick from the Long Island Ice Teas. "That's what you gotta do. You gotta do what those girls are doing."

He pressed his red, swollen cock head against her chin, grabbing a fist full of her hair. She was so tiny! Her mouth was still open. Just a little closer, a little closer!

She didn't resist as the head of his cock settled against her slightly open mouth. He began rubbing it slowly against her pouty lips. Her big eyes were looking up at him, begging him to stop, looking for some kind of sign that he would let her go.

He bent down to collect her right arm and pulled her hand up to his balls. "I like my balls rubbed, Victoria, you do it nice and gentle. Use your tongue, honey, make me feel right." He was staring at her intensely, watching as she wrapped her hand around his hairy balls, grabbing him just a bit too tight. But it felt wonderful. He felt her tentative tongue, pressing up against the underside of his cock head, moving with slow, unsure strokes.

"God baby, you're better than those bitches on the TV. You're fucking perfect baby." He encouraged her more, moving his hips against her, telling her more tongue, telling her to rub his balls, not to be scared. She was such a big girl. Her mommy was right to let her out alone, she was so brave and so grown up. How she looked like a Brownie but acted like she was in Senior Section.

Before long she had opened her mouth for him, and at last he was able to slide his engorged cock head into her warm, wet mouth. He let her lick and suck him like a lollipop, gently, though it took more willpower than he ever thought he had to resist the urge to bury his cock down her throat. There would be time for that, but not yet. When he could fight the urge no longer, he pulled out and pushed on the top of her head, telling her that she must lick his balls now.

It felt amazing. It was like the kid had a cat's tongue, he could feel the texture of it as she scraped big long licks along his heavy scrotum. Her hand was still around his cock shaft, squeezing, she was probably holding on for dear life. Her fingers so tiny! He pulled off her little girl guide ball cap and moved his ball sack across her face lustily. He shoved her down under his sack, feeling that button nose bumping against his prostrate. He was hard as a rock!

Again he felt the urge to rape her face, but he held back. "Victoria, you know the reason I got so sick was because of your uniform. You have to take off your uniform now."

She shook her head defiantly. Maybe she didn't know what a cock was, maybe she was confused by the pornography, but she knew that she wasn't to undress in front of strangers.

"Now you listen here Victoria. You came in here in that uniform and made me all swollen and sore and now you are going to damn sure make me feel better. You see those girls on the TV? They don't have any clothes on." Indeed, as he turned back to look, the Asian was pulling apart the blonde girl's ass cheeks and was spearing her tongue into the girl's asshole while the blonde took a brutal face fucking.

Victoria looked back and forth between Edward and the TV, feeling hot and nauseous. The room was spinning, had been spinning. She didn't feel like she could stand up from the sofa even if she did have any notion to obey his command to strip.

"Please my mum--"

"Oh Christ, Victoria, what's this about your mum? Are you a big girl or not?"

He could see tears welling up in her big hazel eyes and she was swallowing hard, fighting to hold back an outburst. "I'm not supposed to be naked around strangers, because my private parts are my own and--"

"Oh cut the crap, Victoria. Your uniform is making me swollen and sore. I think we will both feel better if you get out of it." His hands were on his hips as he struck his best stern-father pose, though he must have looked ridiculous with his cock bobbing out in front of him.

"I have to go now," she concluded, and with effort, rose. She had to take a step back to collect her balance.

"You have been very bad, Victoria, and now I'm afraid you will have to be punished."

Young as she was, drunk as she was, it took merely a second for Edward to sit on the sofa, slide down her skirt, pull her down, spin her around, and position her face down on his lap. Her legs, now bare all the way up to her tiny little pink panties, were amazingly soft and firm. He lifted her to put his cock up against his stomach, then pulled her back down and against him so that her lovely young body was pressing against his erection.

He began to spank her. The spanks were tentative at first, then became a bit more insistent. She did not cry, but her body tensed as she tried to pull away. This caused the world to spin for her, so at last she was forced to put her head down and into the sofa pillows.

"For what you've done you require a bare-assed spanking," he announced, and he pulled on her hips insistently. The fight gone out of her, she lifted her hips. Perhaps she decided that she would not undress for him, but she could not prevent him from undressing her.

He did not know of a moment more memorable in his life than the instant he slid her panties off of her hips. It was the most glorious sight in the world -- the soft, smooth, pale, compact round haunches of her childish ass cheeks. Her crack looked so tight, her bum so tiny and beautiful. He savored the view, then savored still more the feeling of his hand rubbing against that soft skin. Feeling his rough fingers tracing the outline of her tight young muscles, down into the hollow of her ass crack. He didn't see how he could have the strength to force his finger between those cheeks, so tight was her body.

His mouth was watering. He began to spank her again, hard enough to create a loud and scary noise, but not so hard as to cause her overwhelming pain. He stopped after mentally counting to 15, and was delighted to see the shade of pink her skin had turned.

"Now, Victoria, do you think you are ready to behave yourself?"

She said nothing, but she was nodding her head in the affirmative. She was still face down against the sofa, so all he could see was the movement of her head under her now tousled red hair.

"Then get up and please remove the rest of your uniform."

The next minute was another glorious one in Edward's life. She rose. His eyes followed her pink ass as she straightened, which then became briefly covered has her Brownies yellow shirt slid down over most of it. She turned and he noticed her red, wet face, she had clearly been sobbing quietly during her spanking. Victoria slid out of her sash, tossing it aside, then crossed her arms to pull her shirt over her head.

As she moved her arms her shirt lifted ever so much, enough that her perfect bald baby pussy came into view. It was every bit as soft, smooth, pale, and tight as her ass, even down to the pretty little slit that seemed impossibly tight. Her shirt came off quickly, mussing her hair still further, and his heart skipped a beat as the flat, boyish chest was at last revealed. She had brown nipples, a skinny torso with ribs showing, and virtually no hips to speak of. In short, she was the perfect woman.

"Oh, Victoria, you are beautiful. Beautiful, beautiful."

She smiled at that briefly and Edward marveled at the resiliency of children. It almost seemed a shame what had to happen next.

He pulled her to him and he began to kiss her. Light, at first, soft kisses all over her face. Then nibbling at her lips, finally drawing her in to an open mouthed kiss. Her breath was sweet, as if she'd been sucking on a mint. His tongue penetrated her mouth roughly, it filled her, battling her tongue and rubbing over tiny baby teeth.

His hands were moving all over her body. Soft skin everywhere! Her shoulders, her back, her bottom, her legs, her hips, the sides of her rib cage. Everything so tiny and soft and sweet. He began to lick her lips, her chin, sending hungry kisses down her neck to her nipples. As his mouth worked on her tiny little nipples, his hand moved up to her head, fingers grabbing and pulling her hair, fingers probing into her wet mouth.

Edward was possessed by the feeling now that he owned her. She was his little pleasure machine. Nothing was off limits, he knew, and his cock was pounding in approval. He pulled her little legs apart forcing her to take a wider stance, allowing his hands to explore the depths of her bum, fingers coursing down and forward to stroke her soft, innocent labia.

His face returned to hers and he took more kisses from her. In his mind it was all warm wet tongues, and then he knew he had to feel that child mouth again on his cock. He stood and pushed on her shoulders, forcing her to her knees, though she was so short that this now made her too small. He propped one knee on the sofa which brought his body lower. Now at the right height he pulled her head forward and she opened her mouth, taking in the head of his cock.

But this time the head would not be sufficient. He pressed farther, and reflexively she bit down on him. It was a delicious pain. "Stop biting," he warned, and she did so, but it was an effort. He eased back a bit, with just the head in her mouth, and began fucking her with tiny little thrusts.

He was close to coming, but he knew this would not do. Warning her again not to bite he pressed forward, and stretched her jaw wider. Her eyes were so big now, full of tears from the strain. He mouth was leaking phlegm and saliva. She was so beautiful, he hated to do this to her, but his cock was insistent. His balls were filled with cum that just had to come out.

She seemed to take it better so he began to fuck her more deeply, more angrily. Only half of his cock was inside her when she pulled back all the way off of his cock and bent over, wheezing and coughing. She was gasping for breath, saying "I can't, please I can't."

He waited as patiently as he could, then told her in a stern voice that she had to do it until his swelling went away. She rose up again and he entered her mouth again, hands pulling on her hair or pinching her adorable button nose. In a minute he was close to cumming again and could not resist pistoning deeper into her, and again she had to back away. This time when she doubled over she threw up, wetly and loudly on his tile floor.

She coughed violently to clear her throat, and when she looked up at him a strand of snot was hanging from her nose and dribbling down her cheek and neck. He grabbed her hair when she had recovered, and slid his dick back into her mouth. It was good, so fucking good.

He began to fuck her again, hard. His cock felt so great sliding against her tongue and the wet walls of her baby mouth, looked so huge slicing her lips open. He began going deeper and deeper with each thrust and felt himself about to cum. Just then her throat clamped down and she began to fight to get off of him. It was too good though, too good to stop. He grabbed her head and pulled her back to him, pistoning his hips deeper and deeper.

She started to cough and wretch, she was throwing up in her mouth and it was spilling out through her nose. He was so close, so close! At last, deliciously, he felt himself cumming. He grabbed her head, bringing her button nose almost to his pubic hair, and he let out a guttural scream as jet after jet of cum shot into her mouth.

Chapter 2: Ilva Mare, Romania

Victoria had passed out not long after that, and it took her some time to sleep off the alcohol. Edward had cleaned up as best he could, and had moved her into his bed. He left her naked but wiped off her body with a wet washcloth, which made him -- to his surprise -- hard again. He jacked off onto her baby pussy while she slept.

During his assault on her he hadn't planned his next move. His options seemed to be threefold -- confess and go to jail, kill her and hope to avoid capture, or run away. He regretted what he had done, but not enough to confess. He had no wish to kill anyone, let alone such a beautiful creature. That left flight.

Even so, though, he could run without her or with her. The latter option was probably more dangerous, but definitely more fun. Or perhaps it wasn't more dangerous. The longer she was missing, the more time he might have to get away.

During the days when he collected gigabytes of child porn, he had taken the trouble to put together a little escape kit, which included a fake passport along with other helpful paperwork. The kit hadn't helped him when he eventually was caught and forced into therapy, but it would help him now.

It was remarkable what he was able to accomplish in 24 hours, including finding someone to watch his place for him. He had a friend in Switzerland who would come through, he was sure, with helping him switch vehicles, and another friend in Germany who might be useful.

It took him 9 days to work his way across Europe and find his way to a charming little town called Ilva Mare, Romania. It was up in the mountains, fairly well off the beaten track, and to the townspeople they were a father and daughter spending a summer holiday in the country. He was Edward, still, but with a different last name, and she was Victoria, but sharing his fake name.

Victoria had spent some of the traveling time chloroformed, and some of the time in the trunk of his car. During the two-night stay in Switzerland, she was wide awake while Edward and his friend Simon tried out all of her holes. That time had gone a long way toward improving her behavior -- she was much more docile now and resigned to her fate.

Edward had secured for them a villa outside of the village and he made promises to himself to settle down. If he could just calm down his behavior, he might be able to set up a permanent residence here. The setting was idyllic. The townspeople left him alone. He had a perfectly beautiful little fucktoy. He was learning the language, and had enough money to hold out until he could find work.

His plans unraveled one June evening when he was walking home from town. The walk took a good 40 minutes, but he had gotten in the habit of walking wherever possible, mostly out of a perhaps-paranoid feeling that authorities were out looking for his van. Even though he was not driving the same vehicle he'd been driving when he left London.

He came upon a fork in the road and had chanced to glance down the direction in which he was not headed. He saw a girl about fifty meters away, walking with her back to him.

That she was a pre-pubescent girl was bad enough. That she was walking alone made it worse. But none of that would have ruined his plans but for this: she was wearing a uniform.

It was something he had noticed several times in town but had been able to suppress. A number of the local girls took gymnastics classes at a gym in the village, and as was the rage, they all wore uniforms of the Romanian gymnastics team. White one-piece uniforms with long sleeves but tight around the groin and bum, with thin blue, yellow, and red lines as accents. It was just the kind of uniform to do its worst to Edward's libido -- tight and form fitting, revealing, and practically translucent. On several occasions he'd been unable to avoid staring that the tight mound of a 6- or 7-year old girl in town as she came from or went to her lesson.

As if on auto-pilot, he turned down the road, now heading in the wrong direction with his backpack full of groceries. His strides were longer than the child's, and he was walking with a more determined purpose, so he closed the distance between them in so much time that he realized he didn't even know what he planned to do. He knew his cock was hard, that was about it.

Later, he would be amazed at himself for how fast the plan came to his mind. He caught up to the girl, and, in halting Romanian, asked her what her name was. "Catalina," she said in a delightful, high-pitched voice.

Edward prompted her for her last name and she said "Chelaru."

Edward grabbed the little girl by the shoulders and adopted a very serious look. "Catalina Chelaru -- you are the one I have been looking for." He then translated that, probably badly, into Romanian. He was able to get across to her that her mother was hurt and that she needed to come with him right away.

The girl grew concerned and pointed down the road, insisting that her mother was at home. Edward shook his head 'no' and pointed back the way he had come. To his great relief the girl did not have a cell phone, and was convinced finally to follow him.

At the fork, he pointed toward the direction of his villa. He reached down and grabbed her hand, and the beautiful little girl took it. Edward's erection was pounding in his pants now and there was no going back. He knew this would throw a major wrench in his plans, but all he could think about was how his cockhead would feel as it squeezed its way between those young gymnastic thighs of hers.

On the walk, he discovered that she was 10 years old, that her favorite gymnastics event was the balance beam, and that she was being considered for a larger gymnastics program in a larger city. Her hair was dark and straight, not quite shoulder length, looking like a pixie hair cut that had begun to grow long. Her eyes were sultry and her skin tan. Her whole body seemed tiny but for her legs which were gymnastics-strong.

As they neared his villa he pointed to it and told her in Romanian that they could call Catalina's mother from here. He assured her that everything was going to be all right, and her face seemed to lose some tension at that.

Edward entered the home first, and Victoria was at the kitchen table eating a jelly sandwich. "Put these away," he said, handing her the backpack. During their 5 weeks in Ilva Mare, Victoria had become trustworthy and obedient; it had not been necessary to drug her or lock her in a bedroom when he ran to town.

Victoria took the pack and her eyes tuned to Catalina. Then she looked up at Edward. "Mr. Edward," she said with some awe, "have you brought me a playmate?"

Edward's cock jumped in his pants. "I've brought us both a playmate."

He turned to Catalina. "I will call your mother now. Victoria can give you something else to wear. It is necessary that you change out of your uniform." When the girl didn't understand, he translated a few words and pantomimed what he wanted. She clearly objected to changing out of her uniform, but lacking the ability to argue in her own language, she decided it would be easier to comply.

He turned back to Victoria and whispered into her ear. "I want you to take Catalina to your room and help her out of her uniform. Let her pick out something of yours to wear."

When the girls had gone into a back bedroom, Edward pulled off his clothes, casting them into a pile on the kitchen floor. He snuck quietly back and carefully opened the bedroom door ajar. He could see the girls in the bedroom. Victoria was taking her around the room, showing off her things. Edward had given her little, of course, but he had bought her a couple of dolls, some coloring books, and a few clothes, and a few pieces of play jewelry.

With the tour over, Victoria told the girl to get out of her uniform. Edward felt his mouth watering. She was every bit as athletically beautiful as he imagined. Apparently she was not yet wearing a bra, because when the kids began to look at Victoria's dresses, Catalina was standing only in her panties.

Edward entered noisily. Catalina turned to face him and reflexively crossed her arms over her chest. Edward was stark naked, with his 8 inch cock standing stiffly out in front of him.

Bizarrely, he said to the girl, "I spoke with your mother. She is not hurt." Then he translated into Romanian.

Catalina backed against a wall, still holding her arms defensively at her flat chest. She muttered a Romanian "thank you". Edward approached her and she squeezed her young body into a corner of the room. Trapped, she closed her eyes tightly as he reached out to stroke her soft face and hair.

"Your mother will not be hurt if you do what I tell you to do. Your mother wants you to obey me." He tried a Romanian translation, but he had to work around the word "obey", which he didn't know. A shame, that was the key word. "Do you understand? Capiche?" he asked, knowing that he was using an Italian word and hoping it was close enough.

She was nodding, but he didn't know if she understood or was nodding out of panic. Then the word came to him like a flash. "Respectati!" he barked. "Respectati ne face rau Mama!" It was baby talk Romanian, but it would get the point across.

Edward's cock was ramrod straight. He looked over to Victoria who was standing helplessly near the open closet. "Honey, come here and help me," he said. She obeyed. He knelt down so that her head was just a bit taller than his. "Kiss me." This she was becoming used to, and she leaned over and kissed him, open mouthed, in the passionate way that he expected.

Catalina opened her eyes and watched the pair in disbelief. They were acting like lovers, not like the father and daughter that she assumed they were. She watched paralyzed as the man rose and the girl dropped to her knees, taking his massive penis into her mouth.

Edward turned to the girl. He noticed her hands had dropped to her sides, revealing a beautiful prepubescent chest. "Victoria respectati," he told her. "Catalina respectati." It was almost enough, so he repeated the threat about hurting her mother. The girl nodded and knelt down beside Victoria.

"Victoria, do you remember the movie that was playing at my flat the day we met? I would love it if you and your friend Catalina treated me that way."

The 8-year old red head pulled her mouth wetly off of Edward's cock and pushed it over to Catalina. Catalina grabbed the massive, veiny shaft with both small hands and tentatively put the big knob into her mouth. Victoria gave his big balls her cat licks, and ran her hand below his balls to the underside of his ass. In the past weeks he had trained her to use her tiny fingers on his asshole, and he delighted as he felt her middle finger slide up his butt hole.

Edward grabbed the Romanian girl's head and directed her, with pressure, to take him deeper. She was doing little more than holding his cock head in her mouth, occasionally bumping her tongue against the underside as she swallowed reflexively. A few weeks ago such an innocent, amateur blow job would have felt like the most amazing thing ever, but Victoria had spoiled him as she got better and better at pleasuring him.

He slid himself off of Victoria's finger and told Catalina "Pat," which he hoped meant "bed". Gratefully she removed her mouth from his penis and climbed up on to the bed. He pantomimed for her to get up on all fours, like a dog, then pulled her panties off of her.

Her ass was amazing. He spanked the cheeks with both hands, lightly but to make a crackling sound, then began to kiss her cheeks wetly. He peppered her bottom with kisses and love bites, working his way in an inward spiral, teasing himself with occasional brief forays of his nose and tongue into the crack. At last he could take no more. Edward squeezed and pulled apart the 10-year old's ass cheeks and ran a long, wet lick from her pussy lips all the way up her ass crack.

Then, back down toward her pussy with little kisses, savoring especially a kiss on her asshole. Then he ran three long wet licks back up her crack, then, kissing his way down, he went just south of her anus, pressed forward, and penetrated her asshole just a centimeter or two with his nose. He pulled away to gaze at her beautiful child ass again, then returned to spear the length of his tongue into her.

His cock was pounding. Precum was oozing out of his purple cock head. He forced his tongue as deep into her as he could, forcing it into widening circles in a conscious effort to loosen her up.

When at last he sat up, he could see Victoria sitting on the bed next to them, running her fingers reassuringly through her new friend's hair.

"Do you want me to get the goo for you Mr. Edward?" Victoria asked sweetly. The goo was their nickname for the Astroglide fuck lube they occasionally used.

"No honey, I don't want her to be too slippery. I want to feel how tight a gymnast's ass is, you understand?" She nodded yes, not because she understood, but because she didn't like being on his bad side.

Catalina was shivering in fear now, and probably crying into one of the pillows. That was regrettable -- it was a shame these little vixens couldn't enjoy this more. God gives them such amazingly fuckable hot little mouths, asses, and pussies, and then they walk around in sexy uniforms, shorts, and skirts, driving men to a painful state of lust, and then they can't enjoy the inevitable result.

Edward pushed Catalina's upper back down against the bed harder, encouraging her to arch her back. He needed to stretch her rectum out as much as possible, because he was going to bury himself in her balls deep one way or the other. He spit into his hand and rubbed the spit around her winking little asshole, then pushed his pointer finger into her. He finger fucked her for a couple of minutes, working the walls of her tight little anus open.

He was able to get two fingers in after that, but that was clearly causing her pain. He looked at the girth of his own cock -- it was so much wider than two fingers -- and wouldn't have believed penetrating her was possible if he hadn't been in 8-year old Victoria's ass on so many occasions. It might take some work, but it would fit.

He spit again, now into her crack, now into his hand. He coated his cockhead with the phlegm and saliva, then pressed it against her. Rubbing up and pushing down, he was able at last to pop the head into her anus. Catalina was shrieking into the pillow. The feeling was indescribable. Almost painful, so tight was the ring of muscle strangling his cock, yet all he wanted to do was push deeper and deeper into her.

Instead he pulled back, popping the cockhead out. Then pressing forward again. The child's asshole was loosening up now. After a few more insertions, she was ready to take more of his cock.

As he pressed himself forward, he pulled Catalina's cheeks open hard, enough to stretch her anus even further. His cock entered about halfway, when the girl let out a pained scream louder than any of the others. He pulled back so that just the head was in and let her catch her breath.

"Honey," he said softly to Victoria, "can you take off all of your clothes for me? It really helps me want to fuck hard when I see your naked little body." Victoria nodded and rose off the bed to comply. When she was naked, he instructed the child to lie on the bed next to Catalina with her knees propped up and legs open. He told her to rub her pussy the way the women do in the videos they watch at night.

Then Edward began to move again. At four inches, it was almost like there was something blocking his way. He twisted the girl's back slightly, and that seemed to clear the way. Each thrust now pressed deeper into her. Four and a half, five, five and a half, six. A few more thrusts and he was balls deep in her. He pressed his hips as hard against her as he could and twisted his hips up and down against her. He was all the way in!

As he lay on the child's back he reached over and stabbed his finger into Victoria's baby cunt. It was one of those moments he wished he could freeze time. Two gorgeous, naked little girls, one spread open for him to finger fuck, the other bent over for him to butt fuck.

He pulled his finger out of Victoria and grabbed Catalina's hips with both hands. He reared back, sliding his cock almost out of her, then began to rut her in earnest. He felt like his cockhead must be as big as a tennis ball! She felt so good, the vise of her anus and the smooth walls of her rectum. It was more than he could take and at last he started to cum, shooting jets of gooey white cream into her bum.

It was five minutes before he could bring himself to disengage from the child, and when he did so, a trickle of sperm oozed its way down her ass crack. There was no blood, to his relief. He was horny enough that, for the thrill of it, he had Victoria lap up the sperm that had squeezed its way out of the child. It would be another twenty minutes before he moved to deal with his latest uniform failure.

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