Tyrone was horny.

Well. to be fair, he almost always was, but he rarely got to really
satisfy his urges; they were rather special. The last time he had let his
dick do his thinking, it had taken a shrewd lawyer and a careless cop to
get him out on a technicality. It was in a different state, but these days
they passed those kinds of arrest reports around like chain-letters.
Tyrone's problem was that he liked girls, really young girls. Once they
had passed thirteen, Tyrone did not want them anymore. So, whenever Tyrone
now spotted one of those yummies, he looked away, before his erection
could give him away. It had worked. Until now.

This one was going to be really hard to ignore, he could tell. She was
sitting in a doorway, bare-footed and dressed in what looked like rags or
her older sister's hand-me-downs, her skirt hiked up so high he almost did
not have to imagine her little bald cunt. Blonde, petite, looking not a
day over ten, she was all Tyrone wanted in a girl. He knew he had to get
away from there right now.

But then the little whore saw him... And smiled!

Bloody hell! She was coming on to him, the little cock-sucker was inviting
him! Tyrone could not believe his luck. In a cramped, pretend-casual way
he strolled over to the bitch, hands in his pockets, trying to mask the
bulge of his excitement.

"So what's a pretty little girl like you doing here all by herself?" he
asked innocently.

The girl smiled voluptuously and stretched her nubile limbs in a cat-like
manner.

"I'm lost," she replied, "and bored too. Do you know any games?"

Tyrone swallowed hard, and quickly nodded.

"As a matter of fact, I do," he said, "but they're not the kind of games
you can play out in the street ."

The girl smiled wantonly. "I bet they're the kind where you have to take
all your clothes off, right?" Her right hand surreptitiously slid under
her skirt and started rubbing between her legs. Tyrone almost came in his
pants, right there. He sure was going to get himself some baby pussy today!

"Let's get out of the street," he proposed.

The little lolita nodded, and pointed to the door behind her. Only now did
Tyrone notice the building was empty, and probably abandoned as well. As
he realised that she must have planned it all in advance, a small sting of
suspicion shot through him: this was not how little girls - no matter how
hot they were! - behaved. But his cock was by how doing almost all of his
thinking and the message it gave his brain was simple: Get this cunt naked
and fuck her till your cum spurts out of her pre-teen ears!

Tyrone liked the way his cock was thinking!

The girl - attentive and loyal readers will by now have guessed that her
name is most likely Annie - got up, "accidentally" flashing Tyrone a rear
view of her bald and quite moist vagina, and went into the building,
Tyrone following her wriggling ass like a hypnotised rat. The first room
on the left didn't have a door anymore and the girl resolutely went into
it. Amongst the filth and debris on the floor lay an old, stained
mattress. The girl kneeled down on it and pulled her dress over her head.
She didn't wear anything underneath. She spread her knees and opened her
little girlie lips with her fingers.

"Is this what you were looking for?" she asked.

"Oh boy." was all Tyrone could utter, as he struggled to get his pants
down over his massive erection.

"Wow!" shouted the little bitch at the sight of his ten inch hard-on, and
she immediately grabbed for it.

The mere sensation of two little hands on his dick was already too much
for Tyrone. He started snorting and grunting and then, the girl smiling
happily, his dick spewed its cum all over the child's face, hair and
tittieless chest. He just couldn't stop; more and more jets of semen
splattered over her body. The girl seemed perfectly happy with it, as she
had taken one hand off Tyrone's cock and started wanking her clitty
vigourously. In seconds, she too reached an orgasm like Tyrone had never
seen with any pre-teen. Her juices actually squirted out of her pussy and
splattered on his feet.

Exhausted, Tyrone sank to his knees, looking at the panting lolita in
front of him, still firmly grasping his cock, which stubbornly refused to
go limp and kept throbbing hard in her hand. Her cum-covered smile aroused
him even more.

"Are you up for more?" she asked, her thumb stroking his gland.

"Lie back and find out, honey," Tyrone replied.

Annie slid on her back and invitingly spread her arms and legs, offering
him her cum-wet pussy. Tyrone knelt between her thighs and aimed his penis
for her opening. He wanted to go in gently because, despite her wanton
behaviour, her cunny seemed unaccustomed to an adult cock. But the moment
his tip touched her lips, Annie crossed her legs over his buttocks and,
with surprising force, pulled him down violently. His dick rammed in all
the way and Annie screamed - with pain or extacy, or both - as his balls
slammed against her butt. She was unbelievably tight, it felt as if her
tiny fists were clenching his shaft again, but with a thousand fingers on
each hand. He couldn't help but start humping, his instincts had
completely taken over.

At the first thrust, Annie started moaning and humping back at his
thrusts. This excited Tyrone even more and his rythm accelerated. He
closed his eyes and grunted, another orgasm approaching.

This was what Annie had been waiting for; she kept her legs firmly crossed
around his back and now also hugged him with her arms. Tyrone arched his
back and lowered his head as he felt his balls drain their spunk once
more. As he started to ejaculate, Annie reached for his neck and bit him!
Tyrone yelped but the passion of the moment was too much and he kept
shooting his load into Annie's kiddy pussy. The orgasm prevented him from
noticing the increasing numbness of his limbs, until he fell on top of
Annie, hardly able to move.

Annie pushed the nearly paralysed pedophile off her, letting his now
flaccid cock flop from her cunny. She stood up and caressed her thighs,
semen dripping down the insides.

"Now we play my kind of game, mister," she smiled. "I'm hungry".

Annie knelt over Tyrone, one knee on each side of his chest, and lowered
her face towards his. She opened her mouth, and then opened it some more,
and again some more, revealing an inhuman jawline that stretched almost to
her ears and three rows of apparently razor-sharp teeth. Tyrone, scared
shitless by now, tried to pull away his head but couldn't do it. only then
did he try, equally fruitlessly, to scream.

Annie grabbed his paralyzed left arm and stuck his hand in her muzzle;
then she bit down, ripping off half the limb. In his head, Tyrone screamed
and screamed while Annie kept tearing off lumps of flesh from his arm; but
only horrible bubbly sounds came out of his drooling mouth. The living
muscle tissue twitched and shivered as Annie's strong jaws tore it from
the bone and blood squirted over the child's face. But, as before, Annie's
saliva seemed to contain a powerful coagulating agent that prevented her
victim from bleeding bo death. Annie needed her flesh alive.

When she had almost reached the shoulder, Annie stopped and dropped the
remains of Tyrone's arm - now nothing more than an upper arm bone with a
few shards of flesh hanging from it.

She was still sitting spread-legged across Tyrone's chest and, while
eating, she had unconsciously kept rubbing her itching pussy over his
belly. By how, the itch had overcome her appetite and she had to start
rubbing her clitty, sticking first two, then three fingers and finally
virtually her whole hand in her pussy, until her juices spurted out again
over Tyrone.

Now she slid down over Tyrone' s body, slowly and always smiling, until
she was breathing hotly over his cock. Tyrone could guess what was coming
and with interest Annie watched his balls actually try to crawl up into
his belly, a fascinating but futile attempt. She opened her mouth and
engulfed his dick...

And started sucking on it. Amazingly, Tyrone's cock reacted to her
activities and rose up once more. Annie kept sucking and bobbing her head
up and down; it took a little longer this time, but finally she felt his
penis swell up again in reply to the semen that was jerking through it.

As soon as the first squirt of jizz hit the back of her throat, Annie bit
down and severed the ejaculating penis at its base. She obviously enjoyed
chewing on the spongy. cum-and-blood spiced meat, especially as hot spurts
of a mix of cum and blood kept hitting her face. She swallowed and went
down again for the balls.

Tyrone was still alive and conscious , although weakened, at this point.
That Annie 's poison must also have an anti-shock component, was the only
possible explanation for this amazing feat. Annie 's blood-and-cum stained
face looked up into his insane eyes.

Eyes? Yummie! Annie lept towards his face. With one hand she kept open
Tyrone's eyelids while with the other she tried vigourously to pry the
eyeball out. But she had by now lost her handy baby-claws and with nothing
but blunt fingers this was a slow and messy affair. Finally she got it out
and chewed happily on the delicacy. For the other one, she simply placed
her mouth over the eye-socket and sucked hard. With an almost audible
"pop" the eye jumped out and was quickly devoured.

It may sound strange, but there was a reason for Annie's revolting eating
habits. She was still extremely young - her age was measured in days - and
although she mimicked a human child, her intelligence was by far not in
the same league. When Tyrone had heard her speak, she had in fact only
uttered some incoherent words that his sex-crazed brain had extrapolated
to complete sentences. Annie did have a well-stocked genetic memory -
something every parasite needs - but any species that aspires to
successfully prey on humans needs more. Annie needed a brain.

Fortunately, Tyrone had one he wasn't going to need anymore.

Again, she opened her reptilian jaws fully, and closed them over the top
of Tyrone's head. With a sickening crunching sound she bit through the
bone and ripped the top of his skull to expose Tyrone's living brain.

It is hard to tell - for the lack of living witnesses - but this must be
the worst possible kind of death: to feel your mind slip away as your
brain gets eaten out alive. The brain doesn't have pain receptors, but
then, not all agony is physical, nor is that the worst possible kind of
suffering.

Carefully, Annie licked out the last remains of nervous tissue from the
case and dropped the empty head. There was still a lot of flesh left on
the carcass, but now that it was dead, Annie did not have an appetite for
it anymore.

She needed to get rid of the body, she thought, and was immediately
surprised; her head seemed to be buzzing with new ideas and concepts,
things she hadn't even been aware of only minutes ago. Unbeknownst to
Annie, Tyrone's neural tissues and his DNA patterns had set off her body
into forming new kinds of cells and speed-developing the existing ones.

She stashed the dead meat in a closet where it would not likely be found.
The smell didn't worry her: the general stench in the building was already
too overpowering that a rotting corpse could possibly add to it.

Hungry and a lot smarter, little Annie left the building, already planning
for her next meal...