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STUFF LITTLE STEPHANIE IN THE INCINERATOR [ part 5 ] Gregg escorted Stephanie to her bedroom, which was one past his own, and gave her instructions to lock herself in and told her not to come out unless he was on the other side of the door. He then headed to his own room and locked himself in, keeping in mind that the others still might like the opportunity to reduce the shares in the estate from four to three. After he’d changed and settled himself into the massive canopied bed for the night, he realized he just couldn’t sleep. The images of Stephanie, moaning during the enema and squealing in the electric chair just won’t leave his mind. They’d left him with a tremendous boner, something that Gregg felt guilty about. As a high school teacher he’d occasionally fantasized about a buxom girl in this class, but Stephanie was strictly a pre-teen. Why did she affect him so? Gregg finally gave up trying to figure it out and just lay back and started stroking his cock under the covers where it jutted out from his pajama bottoms. As he thought about Stephanie moaning during the enema he vocalized to himself: “Stephanie, Stephanie, STEPHANIE!” “I’m right here, cousin Gregg!” Gregg shot bolt upright. Sure enough standing next to the bed was little Stephanie. “How did you get in here?” he gasped, hurriedly trying to arrange the covers so the little girl wouldn’t see the hard on in his lap. “Though the secret passage!” she giggled. “You see this room used to be my Grandfather’s and any visiting girls would stay next door in my room. There’s a secret passage between the two so my Grandfather could visit them and nobody would know.” “How convenient,” observed Gregg. This was the first that Gregg noticed what Stephanie was wearing. She’d changed out of her school uniform and was wearing a filmy nightie. It consisted of a short flirt skirt which, like her school girl skirt, was low on her hips and high on her thighs. The material was translucent and Gregg could easily see that the outfit did not include panties. The top of the nightie was cleverly arranged with two lacy strings running from the front of the skirt in a V shape that went on either side of Stephanie’s throat and were tied off behind her neck. The strings themselves wouldn’t have hidden much, but each had a ruffle on the outside edge that started tapering up from the waist and grew wide enough at the little girl’s bust to hide her buds, then tapered back to nothing behind her neck. The arrangement left Stephanie’s upper back and sides complete exposed, allowing her delicate breast buds to be seen from either side of her, if not from directly in front. Stephanie put her hands behind her neck and turned slowly so Gregg could take a close look at her. “How do you like my nightie? I found it in one of the drawers. Grandfather must have had it for visiting girls.” Gregg coughed, and then admitted. “It is very pretty.” Then he changed the subject. “What are you doing in here, Stephanie?” “I couldn’t sleep. Maybe you could tell me a bedtime story?” she asked. “Well, I suppose – “ “Wonderful!” Stephanie ran around the big bed and leaped into the other side, sliding over to snuggle up against Gregg. Her hands encircled his right arm and she put her head on his shoulder. “Could you tell me the one about ‘Katie and the Snake King?’” she begged. “It’s my favorite. It’s about this little girl and the bad snake king wants to eat her, so her aunt prepares her and puts her into the oven-“ “I’m sorry, Stephanie. I don’t know it. In fact, I’m not very good with stories. Is there something else we could do to make you sleepy?” “Well,” said Stephanie. “You could fuck me.” Gregg’s heart stopped for a moment at this suggestion. “Stephanie, it just wouldn’t be right!” Tears formed in the little girl’s eyes. “I guess I’ll never have a daddy.” “What do you mean?” asked Gregg. “All the other girls at Miss Prudence’s school have daddies that come visit them for the day. They aren’t real daddies. Miss Prudence’s calls them sugar daddies because they are so sweet for coming and paying attention to the girls. They come and donate money to the school and then they can pick a daughter for the day. They can take them and discipline them if they want. Then they take them up into one of the playrooms and play with them – you know fuck them – for a few hours.” “I’ve never had a sugar daddy, though. Grandfather was going to be my sugar daddy, but he died before I was old enough to fuck. He paid Miss Prudence a lot of money to save me for him and even though he’s dead, Miss Prudence says ‘a deal is deal’ and I can’t have a sugar daddy like the rest of the girls. I’ll be a virgin forever!” She turned her large brown eyes on Gregg. “You’re so nice. Please, be my daddy. I know what to do. I watched the other girls do it!” With that she pushed the covers aside and grabbed Greg’s cock, which was still hanging out of his pajama bottoms. She stroked it, then without hesitation, leaned over and popped the tip into her tiny mouth. Then slowly she started sliding it in and out like a popsicle making tiny slurping sounds. Gregg wanted to tell Stephanie to stop it, but it felt so good. Her mouth and hands were so soft. Like nothing he’d ever felt before. He told himself he needed make her stop, but another part of him kept begging “Just let her continue for ten more seconds…” Each tens seconds turned into another and several minutes went by as he got longer and harder. His mind raced. What would happen if people found out? He’d lose his job. Go to jail. “So, will you be my daddy?” Stephanie had paused a moment and his fully erect member was pressed close to her cheek as she looked up and him with a sweet, pleading smile on her face. Suddenly Gregg looked at this beautiful little girl letting his eyes walk from her dainty toes to the ribbons on her pigtails. This time tomorrow, he remembered, there would be no Stephanie. Her body would be a wisp of ash floating in the air. Nobody would ever know what he did with her tonight. It would be almost a crime to let this soft, warm little body be destroyed without somebody deflowering it and taking the pleasure it could give. “Alright I’ll be your daddy,” said Gregg. Stephanie smiled at him and climbed onto his lap, kissing him on his mouth with a long wet kiss. He started kissing her delicate neck, then worked downward till he reached her tiny buds, stopping to suck on them. This seemed to suddenly excite the child and she began lowering herself onto his erect member, slowly and gently at first, until she could go no more. Then Gregg took her by the hips and pressed her down hard and something insider her tore… |