When we pulled onto the driveway to the house, there's a gate with a keypad. Mirabelle's eyes about popped out of their sockets when she saw her new home. Once inside, Candy put her in her room for the time being. Mirabelle knew something was up and was looking back and forth between Candy and I and I said to her, "You can bunk with Candy until my mom gets back in a couple of days. Moving you in is a spur of the moment thing and Mom doesn't know we're going to have another resident yet. Candy and I will tell her when she gets back on a couple of days."

Mirabelle, being a kid of the street, upon hearing this news now saw her position as "one of the family" as being tenuous at best. She balked and shaking her head said, "Oh no! Oh no, no, no. You can just take me back to 57th Street. I'm not staying here for two days and let you fuck my brains out and then kick me out on the street when your momma comes home and tells you to get rid of the little spic."

I looked at Candy and she shrugged and said, "Hey, I'd be scared too. I'll call Mom and tell her I want to take her in as my foster kid."

I motioned for the girls to follow me to the study and said, "Alright, come on and let's give her a call."

Candy called Mom and said that the shelter called her and asked her to find a home for a tiny Hispanic girl whose mother died in an overdose and was suddenly orphaned. After calling around, there wasn't any suitable place to put her so she (meaning Candy) decided to take her in as her foster child.

I told you that Candy and Mom were tight and Mom thought of Candy as her own daughter. Candy played Mom like a violin. Mom immediately said yes and praised Candy for being such a kindhearted person. Mom even told Candy where to find her spare wallet with a couple of credit cards in it. She told Candy to take the poor girl out and buy her whatever she needed to settle in. Mom also told Candy to give Mirabelle the bedroom on the other side of mine. After profusely thanking Mom and a few crocodile tears, Candy and Mom ended the call.

When Mirabelle heard she was not only "in and part of the family," that we might also be going shopping, she changed her tune! Candy was the one to lay down the law this time saying, "Before we invest any more in you, let's get one thing clear. We own you; you do understand this, right?"

Mirabelle's exuberance dimmed and she got serious real quick. She looked back and forth between Candy and I and said, "Tell me what 'own me' meanings again."

Candy said "Tommy and I own you: mind, body and soul; remember?"

Mirabelle swallowed ‒ hard. She nodded saying, "Yeah, you guys own me. Now I guess I'm gonna be your little plaything, right?"

I gave her a gentle smile and said, "Living on the streets, you've learned that everything in life has a price. From now on, you will have the best of everything: a home, food and clothes and love. In return, you give us the pleasure of your tiny, little girl body. I will tell you this; that pleasure is not a one-way thing either. We will try to make sure you receive pleasure also."

We sat Mirabelle down and explained the unique relationship that was to exist between Candy, her, Esther and any other little girls I desired to fuck. As one of my wives and not some fucktoy that we used and threw away, one of her "wifely duties" was to help Candy find suitable preschool and preteen fuck meat for my enjoyment. We told her about Esther, and explained that even though she was my flesh and blood, she was our three year-old fucktoy cum slut. Mirabelle could use her any way she wanted for her pleasure. She could make the child eat her pussy, drink her piss or any other kinks she may have, but the rules were, no one-ways! If she used Esther, she had to pleasure the child also. I explained that Esther liked having her pussy licked just like any other girl and she craves orgasms.

Mirabelle wasn't put off when she found out that I liked having sex with preteen girls of all ages, but she couldn't believe I also loved fucking with infant and toddler girls. But then child sexual abuse was nothing new to her or her friends, In fact, she commented that nearly all of her girlfriends had been fucked by their daddy, a brother, an uncle or some other relative. If they weren't abused by a family member, it was at the hands of one of their mother's johns. Mirabelle said that if she would have stayed with her mom another month or two, she would have been raped also.

Candy asked her point blank: "Do you have a problem finding little girls of any race or age for Tommy to fuck?"

Looking at me, she answered, "No. If I can give my pussy away at nine, some other little girl can too. I'll do my part like you said, but I ain't into kidnapping or snatching some kid."

Candy spoke up and replied, "Most of our girls come from the shelters or kids waiting to be put in foster homes. That's how I got your name. You're getting social services at school."

"Everything we do," Candy continued saying, "is consensual; except with the infants. I mean a baby can't agree to suck a dick, but then they don't have to: it's a natural thing to suck. They'll suck anything you put in their mouths: a bottle, a finger... or a dick."

Nodding, Mirabelle agreed and said, "Yeah, I see how it works now. But there's no hurting, right? I mean you don't hurt them."

I cut in saying, "No fucking way. I like to suck and fuck little girls and make them feel good. I ain't into any of that 'tie 'em up and hurt them' shit."

"I'm in then," our newest wife said. "In fact, I know a thirteen year-old girl who will probably let you play with her newborn daughter for a price. The baby is only a couple of days old. The girl is a Panamanian slut that's hooked on crack. Hell, she might even sell the kid to you. One thing though, the baby is black: I mean really coal black."

"Color don't matter; it's all pink on the inside. This little midnight blackie sounds like she might be worth looking into. Tiny black lips wrapped around my cockhead, oooh!" I said to Mirabelle, "I like the way you think, Chica."

Our little amiga blushed and smiled, eating up my approval.

We did not tell Mirabelle that her primary purpose for being with us for me to breed her. We hoped that our mini Hispanic tart wouldn't think about getting pregnant until it was too late and she was on the floor worshipping the porcelain god puking her guts up with morning sickness in a couple of weeks' time. Up to this point, Candy or I were very careful and had never mentioned the words "period", "pregnancy" or "birth control". If everything with Mirabelle went perfectly, she'd be popping out a newborn baby chica fucktoy to train in nine or ten months. Then, like her mama, I'd breed her too when she grew up and started to bleed.

After eating a big meal at Denny's earlier and all the tea we'd drank while talking, Mirabelle asked to use the bathroom. I asked her, "What do you have to do, pee or poop?"

She looked at me funny and asked, "What difference does it make? I don't need you to hold my hand, but if you must know, I hafta do both."

"Wonderful!" I exclaimed as I stood and motioned her to follow, "Let's go!"

"What?" she asked confused. "Where are you going?"

"To the bathroom with you, of course," I replied with a smile.

"Huh?" she asked. She was really surprised and didn't know why in the world I'd be going to the bathroom with her. "Just tell me where it is, I'm big enough to go by myself. I even know about wiping down instead of up; satisfied?"

I turned and told her how it is going to be. I said to her, "Look Chica. I own you. That means I own everything about you." I stepped up to her and stuck two fingers in her mouth and she knew I wanted her to start sucking them and she did. I said, "Good girl. You know that I own this mouth and whatever I stick in it, you suck." I grabbed her tiny puffy nipple and squeezed it and she grimaced and squeaked, "Ow! That fucking hurts!"

"I also own these baby titties too, don't I?" She dropped her head, nodded and answered, "Yeah you own them."

I had to bend down to grab her pussy she was so tiny but I gave her pud a good squeeze and said, "And this little treasure is mine also, right?" She gave a single nod, sniffled and answered, "Yeah it's yours."

I then said, "So, whatever comes out of it belongs to me also. If you pee, it's my pee, if it's cum, then it's my cum also, right?" Mirabelle nodded and replied, ""Yeah, it all belongs to you."

She looked up at me and said, "But my shit; what do you want with my shit, even if you say you own it?"

"Whatever I want," I said straight-faced to her. "If I want you to eat it, you will. If I want to eat it I will. If I want Candy or anyone else to play with it or eat it, they will, got it?"

'Yeah, I got it," My new slave said. She slumped her shoulders forward in resignation and said, "So what, am I gonna have to eat my shit?"

I didn't want to let her off the hook so I said, "You'll see when we get in the bathroom; come on." I turned and started to walk down the hall to my bathroom. I heard the little girl shuffling behind me. When we stepped into the bathroom, I turned as she was shutting the door. I told her, "From now on, you do your business with the door open. You don't hide anything from me, do you understand,"

Mirabelle nodded. I said to her, "I can't hear your head move, girl." She looked up at me a little defiant and said, "Yes sir, I understand." I nodded with a smile and replied, "Good; now strip. I want to see my new little wife do her potty naked."

Mirabelle blushed and slowly kicked off her flip flops. She then unsnapped her shorts and pushed them down. They fell to her feet and she kicked them off to the side with her dainty foot. She then crossed her arms, arched her back and pulled her crop top off over her head. She had tears in her eyes as she hooked her fingers in the waistband of her threadbare grey/white panties and pushed them down over her tiny hips. When she'd stepped out of them, she stood with her hands at her sides, but they were in a loose fist.

I simply could not believe how beautiful this tiny little nine year-old truly was. It's hard to describe her beauty, but she's so tiny, not even four feet tall, and very slender; the word willowy comes to mind. If she were any thinner, she'd be skinny and it would detract from her overall beauty. Her skin was a light olive and uniform in color. She had a beauty mark right over her left pussy lip. Her jet black curly hair came to the middle of her back. As small as she was, her slender legs looked long and sleek. Those tiny puffy nipples looked even more erotic because she looked like a little six or seven year-old. And OMG, she had the fattest little pussy for a tiny girl I'd even seen!

He pussy lips were fat and plump and totally hairless. I groaned she looked so pretty! I asked her to slowly turn around and when she did, her little butt was perfect! Tiny little perfectly rounded teardrop globes that would fit in one hand. God I wanted to fuck this girl!

Shaking my head in total awe of my new wife's charms I said, "Mirabelle, you are the most beautiful little girl I've ever seen!"

She blushed and pulled her shoulders forward in submissive shyness smiling. I said to her, "I am honored that you have given yourself to me, but now that you have, and I truly own you, I want you to climb on the toilet, face me and squat down with your legs open."

"Huh?" she asked, not knowing what I wanted. I lifted the seat and told her to step up on the rim and turn around. She did so and when she was facing me and looking down at me, I told her to squat. She did so and I positioned her the way I wanted and then had her spread her legs.

I said to her, "Pull those beautiful fat pussy lips open for me." She did as I asked blushing. I then said, "Whenever you're ready, start to pee. If you have to shit while you're peeing, just do your business. I want to watch you while you pee and poop."

She blushed and looked at her open pussy. She started to sputter, then a dribble that quickly became a steady forceful stream. As she was peeing, I saw her tiny brown dimpled star start to wink a few times and then slowly begin to flower open. She grunted softly and a long rope of shit quickly pushed passed her sphincter muscle and flowed into the toilet in one long, continuous rope. Her asshole flexed and cut off the log and she grunted again, farted and expelled a couple of smaller turds before she was done. She grunted a few times and her dimpled start winked a few times, but she had nothing left to expel.

I pulled some paper and handed it to her and when she had finished wiping to her satisfaction she looked at me meekly, and embarrassed she said, "I'm finished. What do you want me to do now?"

I stepped up to her, and grabbing a handful of her curly black mane tilted her head up and kissed her hard. She responded and opened her mouth to me. We kissed and did the tongue dance for a minute or so and I broke the kiss and stepped back without breaking eye contact. I smiled at her and as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand she smiled back.

I unzipped my jeans and fished out my cock. I pointed it at her open pussy and began to pee washing her open pussy and clit with my stream. She gasped when the warm liquid splashed between her lips and washed over her fingers. She shivered, but looked down at her pussy as my stream washed over her clit. I stopped my flow and stepped back. I told her to climb down and kneel on the floor and she did. When she was looking up at me I said, "Open your mouth."

I saw tears start to flow down her cheeks and she asked "What are you going to do?"

I gently stroked the side of her face and said, "I'm going to pee in your mouth, Chica, and you're gonna drink it."

She looked up at me and slowly opened her mouth. I told her, "Don't swallow until I tell you to, understand?"

She silently nodded with her mouth open. I released my bladder and slowly filled her mouth. When it overflowed a little, I pinched off the flow and told her to swallow. She swallowed twice and heaved, but didn't throw up. I told her "If you hurl, you lick it up. Now open your mouth; I'll tell you when I'm done."

She opened her mouth and we repeated it three times until I had finished in her mouth. After she'd swallowed the last of my urine, I pushed my cock into her mouth. She started to suck slowly.

She was inexperienced and didn't know what to do, but just the sight of my cock in her mouth as I gently fucked her face was enough to bring me close. I said to her, "More suction and swirl your tongue around the head." She was hissing and breathing heavily through her nose as she tried to obey me. I needed some visual stimulation so I said to her, "Play with your nipples.'

When she started tweaking her little puffies, I felt my nuts start to pull up. I told her, "I'm gonna cum. Swallow it all and don't you spill a drop or I'll blister that tiny ass of yours."

She was hissing in pants now and she nodded. I felt it coming and groaned out, "Ahhh, here it comes, drink it down!"

Mirabelle put her hands on my thighs and began swallowing as soon as she felt it hit her tongue. She kept swallowing and I kept firing spurts into her tiny mouth. When I'd finished, I twitched a few times and her sucking became too much to bear and I pulled out.

Mirabelle let out a huge gasp and started to breath very heavily, trying to regain her breath. I stepped back and leaned against the sink, weak in the knees from cumming. I watched as my tiny little bitch was rocking back and forth, breathing in heavy deep breaths. When she saw me looking at her, she seemed to calm down almost instantly. She slowly rise to an erect kneeling position and asked me in a little baby girl's voice, "Did I do good Master? Did I do it good for you" I didn't spill any and I drank it all down like a good girl."

I felt a sudden jolt of power and omniscience when she called me master; no one had ever done that. I asked her, "Why did you call me Master?"

"You own me, right? And I have to do everything you say, right? I mean, I drank your pee and cum and one day you'll probably make me eat your shit; that makes me your slave, right? You and Candy said it's my job to please you and get you all kinds of pussy for you to fuck. If I'm your slave, I wanna make you happy. If I make you happy, you'll love me, and you won't give me away or kick me out on the streets, right?

"You're right. You are my slave, but I promise you, if you always think of me and ways to please me, I'll never let you go; I promise you that."

See, like I said in the beginning of my tale, who knows how we evolve into the kinky people we become? Maybe the fact that she knew there was a price to pay for the security of a home and family. She realized that part of that price was to give herself completely to me and the humiliation of drinking my piss must have snapped something inside this tiny little girl that broke her completely and she now saw herself as my slave and me as her master.

Well, for whatever reason, I liked the fact that she was broken and called me Master. I looked down at this tiny, submissive little girl and she was shaking, looking up at me in anticipation, wanting my approval, craving my acceptance. This new sense of power over this tiny little waif was intoxicating and even to this day, I expect the kind of submissive attitude that Mirabelle exhibited that day and continues to exhibit.

Snapped back to reality, I asked my kneeling slave, "What did you think of drinking my piss?"

The initial thought of your pee in my mouth made me want to barf, but it didn't taste bad; it was salty but it's okay, it was just getting over the first time. I'll drink it any time you want. Will you drink mine?"

"Yes and soon. What about my cum, did you like the taste?"

"Yeah, the sliminess of it was a turn-on for me and the thought of you driving your cock down my throat like some of the girls said guys like to do and cumming directly into my stomach gave me chills. I think that maybe I was born to be a slave because the idea of you making me do all these dirty, nasty things makes my pussy wet. See?" She dragged her finger through her slit and held up two sopping wet fingers. I stuck them in my mouth and sucked her sticky fingers clean. Boy, that's one tasty pussy!

When we returned to the living room, Candy wanted to play a little. So, knowing who was getting all me the prime little girl pussy, I let her have my new submissive chica to play with for a while. I watched and lazily stroked my cock as I watched Candy teach Mirabelle to eat pussy. Mirabelle was a fast study and before the tiny tart collapsed, she did her master proud and licked Candy to three good shivering cums.

Candy gave as good as she got and sucked that little taco to three really good orgasms also and the poor little thing was exhausted. While we let her sleep and regain her strength for round two, we made our game plan. After getting something to eat and buying our new mate a few clothes to reward her for being such a good little girl, I was going to fuck my baby into her freshly opened womb. I planned on dumping at least three loads into her this evening and saving her ass for when she had my bun warming in her little oven. Candy's source ‒ and her sources are like gold ‒ said she just finished her period two weeks ago and I was counting on Mirabelle to be kicking an egg about now.

In the mean time, Candy called Annie, the girl that told her about Mirabelle. Annie told Candy that she was positive about Mirabelle's period. Then Candy asked her about the Panamanian crack whore who just had a baby. Annie said she knew the girl, her name was Cosita and she was a real sleazebag. Annie said she'd ask the bitch about her kid and call Candy back, but she wanted a commission for this job. Candy told her that if she could deliver the newborn for twenty-four hours, it would be worth a grand.

All this talk about newborns and shit had me wired tighter than a Swiss watch spring. I went into the bedroom where my tiny little taco was asleep and she looked so lovely lying on her side. I grabbed the KY and rolled her over on her back. I gently pulled her legs open and slathered her virgin pussy with goo. I coated my dick and climbed up between her legs, pulled her legs up and put her heels on my shoulders.

When I'd seated my throbbing cockhead to her opening, I pinched her little puffy nipple. She woke up and smiled, but when she realized my cock was poised to impale her, she gasped. I said to her, "You're mine and I'm taking what's mine. Beg me to fuck you, Belle, beg me sweetly."

She put her hands on my forearms and said, "Master, take my cherry. I'm begging you Master, please take my cherry and fuck me. Make me yours. Promise me that you won't let anyone fuck me but you and I'll do anything for you."

"I promise you, Belle, you will never touch another man's cock as long as you live."

She was crying now, but she smiled and nodded. I pushed hard and her hymen resisted. I could feel it give, but it wouldn't break. I pulled back a bit and thrust forward with all my weight. I burst through and Mirabelle arched her back and screamed out in pain. I had punched through and sank about two inches inside her and her vaginal muscles were painfully clenching and unclenching, trying to expel my invading cock.

I worked my cock deeper inside her very slowly until I bumped her cervix. She squeaked and said "That's it! I can't take any more!

She looked so beautiful with those fat, plump pussy lips stretched thin and wrapped around my cock. She was as tight as Esther's three year-old pussy and I proceeded very gently. I pressed gently against her cervix trying to make sure my piss slit was right at her cervical opening. When I was confident that I was where I wanted to be, I just gently rocked back and forth. It was a little uncomfortable for her, but I wanted to try and shoot some of my sperm directly into her womb if possible.

I pressed gently and my little baby maker would half moan, half cry out an "Aah! Aah! Aah!" every time I'd press against her cervix. She didn't look in pain or anything and strangely, despite being fist-tight, she felt really wet. As I continued to press against the mouth of her womb, it felt like it was giving way a little bit. That was when I lost it. Just picturing my cum jetting up inside her womb set me off; I grunted and pressed real hard and shot off.

Mirabelle groaned out "Oh God!" and I moaned "Baby, I wanna climb inside you!"

I came and came and came! I had never shot off that much cum in my life! Belle cried out again, "Oh God, I can feel it deep in my belly! It's so hot! Uuuh!" and she locked up. She came on my cock as I filled her womb with my seed!

I collapsed onto my elbows so I wouldn't crush her. I was still impaled deep in her glorious pussy and she was folded in half with her heels still resting on my shoulders and her tiny ass pulled up with my cock buried to the hilt in her eight year-old cunt.

I lay there panting, trying to get my breath back. Mirabelle was panting in my ear and she softly put her arms around me and ran them up and sown my back lovingly. She whispered in my ear, "I love you Master, now and forever."

I replied softly as I kissed her slender neck, "I don't deserve you, but I'll love you forever, child."

She kissed my sweaty throat and said, "Why do you want me so badly that you'd marry me?"

"I want you swollen with my child."

"No one has ever loved me enough to want what I have to give. I hope it's a girl. I want so much to please you, I hope it's a girl and from the day she's born you can be her master too."