Perverts 'R' Us

A Most Welcome Guest

By LadyBug ( M/f, 8, M/F, pedo )

CHAPTER ONE

It was about nine o'clock in the evening when the storm started. The rain was pouring down hard and beating loudly on the sides and windows of the Miller home. I was seated in a comfortable lounge chair in the Miller's family room, sipping on a beer and trying to maintain a cool demeanor, while sneaking peeks at little eight year old Kayla Miller, who was flat on her stomach, about four feet away, on the rug, watching TV. The little sexy blond was kicking up her legs every now and then, affording me a brief look at her very cute coral-colored panties. I had come over to the Millers to repair their heating unit, and having done so some three hours earlier, they had insisted I stay for dinner, as a way to repay me for the work I'd done, so I accepted.

After dinner, Bob Miller turned on a basketball game, which was now over, and his wife Karen served up some snacks and beer for us to enjoy as we watched the game. Now, that damn storm had started, and I was not at all looking forward to driving home to my condo across town in this kind of weather.

The Millers must have read my mind because it was at this point that Bob spoke out to me.

"Hey, Jack," he said, "that storm sounds kind of nasty. Why don't you stay here for the night?"

"I don't know," I replied. "I don't want to impose, you know?"

"Nonsense," his wife cut in. "You wouldn't be imposing. We'd love to have you stay."

"That's right," her husband quickly added. "You don't want to drive in this weather, do you? There'll probably be twenty or more wrecks out there tonight."

"Well," I drawled, sneaking another quick glance at the luscious eight year old's cute tight panty covered ass as she once gain kicked her legs around, "if you're both sure I wouldn't be imposing ...."

"You wouldn't at all," Karen assured me. "It's Friday anyway, and we don't have to work tomorrow. Do you?"

"No, I'm off weekends," I answered.

"Then it's settled," Bob said. "We don't have a guest room though, Jack, or an extra bed."

"I'm sure the sofa will be just fine," I told him.

"Oh, no," Bob laughed. "You don't know this sofa. It's got creases in between the pillows that will kill your back. You can sleep with Kayla if you like."

I almost shit when he said that! Was he crazy? What the hell was he saying? Did I hear him right?

"Sleep with Kayla?" I inquired, trying not to sound too anxious or aroused.

"Sure," Bob smiled. "I'm sure she would love the company, especially with the storm and all. Thunder sometimes scares her. I'm sure she would welcome having someone in her bed to cling to if the thunder gets too noisy."

"Well, okay," I mumbled. "It's fine with me, but what about Kayla?"

"Kayla, honey," her mom called out, "would you like to have Mr. Cole sleep with you tonight so you won't be scared of the thunder?"

The little cutie diverted her attention from the TV and looked at me, then at her mother. She smiled a big smile.

"Yes, mommy, that would be nice," Kayla said.

"Her bed isn't very big, Jack," Bob said. "You two will probably have to cuddle up close. It's only a twin size. I hope that's okay."

Jesus, this guy and his wife were blowing my fucking mind! I couldn't believe what I was hearing! I didn't even know these people! I had come over here to fix their damn heating unit a few hours ago, and now they were inviting me - shit, actually insisting, that I spend the night sleeping with their hot looking blue eyed blond haired eight year old daughter! Was this a 35 year old pedo's dream come true or what?!

I decided to react just as nonchalantly to the situation as them.

"Sure, that would be fine," I said in a tone that was carefully relaxed and controlled. "Does Kayla like to cuddle?"

"Oh, yes," Karen said with a big smile. "She is very affectionate. I'm sure you will enjoy sleeping with her."

I just nodded and smiled.

"Kayla, sweetie," Bob spoke out. "Why don't you go upstairs now and get ready for bed? Mr. Cole will come up in a few minutes, okay?"

"Okay, Daddy," the little girl replied.

She then rose from her position on the rug, giving me still one more quick shot of her sweet little ass, and after kissing her mom and dad goodnight, she departed up the stairs to her bedroom.

"I really appreciate your hospitality," I said to Bob and Karen Miller, trying to sound as sincere as possible.

"It's our pleasure, Jack," Bob responded. "No one should have to drive in this kind of wild weather. Besides, it's the least we can do after you did such a remarkable job on that heater of ours."

"Thanks," I said. "Well, I'm about ready to hit the hay, if it's all right with you two. It's been a long day."

"Sure, no problem," Bob said. Then he turned to his gorgeous wife and said, "Karen, do we have any pajamas or toiletries for Jack?"

"Um, no pajamas," she said, "but we do have an extra new toothbrush."

"Okay, get it for him, honey, will you?" Bob said.

Karen departed down the hall and was back with a toothbrush and some toothpaste in a flash. She handed it to me.

"Sorry about not having any pajamas for you," she said to me.

"That's okay," I smiled. "Actually, I never wear them. In fact, I usually wear nothing at all to bed."

"Oh, you're like my brother," she laughed slightly. "He sleeps naked, too."

"Will that be okay?" I inquired. "I mean, will it be all right to sleep naked with Kayla?"

"Sure, why not?" Bob replied. "We don't want you to be uncomfortable, Jack. If naked is how you sleep at home, then there is no need to change your habits here, right, honey?"

"Of course not," Karen said. "I'm sure Kayla won't mind in the least."

"Good," I said. "Well, I guess I'll head up to bed then. Good-night, and thanks for being so hospitable."

"Good-night," Karen said. "See you in the morning."

"Good-night, Jack," Bob said. "Sleep tight. Kayla's bedroom is the second door on your left, by the way. The first one is the bathroom, in case you want to freshen up before hitting the sack."

"Thanks," I said, and then I headed up the staircase with my new toothbrush and toothpaste in hand.

I stopped off in the bathroom first, brushed my teeth and washed up real good. I was having a difficult time keeping my nine inch cock from being stiff as a board.

CHAPTER TWO

I entered the small bedroom. Kayla had left a lamp on atop her girlish white night stand. I closed the door softly behind me after entering the room. I could see her head on the one pillow that was in the small bed. Her eyes were closed, but I couldn't detect if she was asleep.

"Are you asleep, Kayla?" I asked softly, as I began to shed my clothing.

"No, sir," she mewed, still not opening her eyes.

Her room was all pink and white, with several teddy bears and dolls all around. The blanket she was now under was pink, with various little animals' pictures sewn into it. My cock got rock hard again as I shed off the last of my clothing and tossed in on the floor.

I moved he blanket aside a bit and crawled into bed with her.

"Mmm, you smell nice," I told her. "Are you wearing some kind of perfume, sweetie?"

"Uh-huh," she told me, her eyes till sealed shut. "My mommy got it for me last week. Do you like it, sir?"

"Oh yes," I told her honestly. "It smells wonderful."

She giggled.

"You smell nice, too," she said. "Like soap."

"Well, thank you," I said. "Tell me, Kayla, what do you think about you and me sleeping together tonight? Is it okay with you?"

"Uh-huh," she cooed.

"Good," I said. "Do you want to cuddle?"

"Okay," she agreed, and moved very close to me.

I took her in my arms and held her tightly. My hard cock pressed against her belly. She was wearing only a T-shirt and those lovely coral colored panties. I kissed her on the top of her blond haired head. She giggled.

"So, Kayla, have you ever had a man sleep with you before?" I asked.

"Yes," she admitted. "Sometimes my daddy and mommy let their friends sleep over with me."

"I see," I said. "Are they men or are some women, too?"

"Both," she said.

"And what do they do to you when they sleep with you, honey?"

"Everything," she whispered.

"Everything?"

"Uh-huh. The men like to fuck me and some like me to suck their big cocks, too. The women mostly lick me down between my legs and make me lick them there, too."

"Mmm, and do you like all that?"

I now hand a hand cupping her panty covered cunt area and she began to squirm somewhat as I did this. My other hand was feeling her ass inside her panties.

"Yes," she sighed. "It feels nice."

"Do you like what I am doing to you now, baby slut?"

"Uh huh," she gasped.

"Does your mommy and daddy do things to you, too?"

"No, they mostly just like to watch other people do things to me. Sometimes though, daddy or mommy will lick me real good after a man has fucked me. They like to taste me, they said, after I am fucked real good."

"Well, I can't blame them for that, sweet girl. Give me a nice kiss now, baby whore, and then I want you to suck on my cock, okay?"

"Okay, sir," she said, tilting her small head upwards and opening her sweet tiny mouth. We French kissed superbly for a long time as I began to peel off her panties, and stuck two fingers in her tight pussy. With my other hand I worked a middle finger clear up her tight ass hole to the knuckle while she squirmed about and twisted beautifully to my fingering.

When we broke the kiss, she sighed deeply and so did I. I removed my fingers from her juicy cunt and asshole and tossed the covers to the foot of the bed.

"Suck my cock now, cunt slut," I ordered of her, and do it good!"

She got down between my now parted legs and took the head of my throbbing shaft into her sweet mouth and began sucking it nicely.

"Play with my balls too, honey whore," I commanded.

She obeyed at once, and massaged my balls with her petite hands as she sucked me off wonderfully.

"I'm going to shoot off my load soon, Kayla," I informed her. "I want you to swallow every drop. If you don't, I will have to give you a good beating. Understood, baby bitch?"

"Mmmmphhh," she mumbled, continuing to suck me in an expert fashion.

When I at last shot off, the little cum slut swallowed every drop of my load like a true greedy cocksucker. I then made her lick the head of my prick clean.

"Good girl," I told her. "Now, play with my balls and I want you to lick my asshole too so I can get hard again. When I do, I am going to fuck you good and hard, baby girl. Understand?"

"Yes, sir," she said sweetly, and commenced to do as I had instructed of her. Her small pink tongue felt very good sliding up my ass and I moaned lustfully as she licked my anus. When she got me hard again, I made her remove her T-shirt and panties and laid her on her back.

"Spread your cute legs, cunt. I'm ready to fuck you now."

She did as she was told. I tucked her panties in her mouth like a gag and rammed my stiff rod up her extremely tight pussy. She coughed and gagged as I began to fuck her hard and furiously. My hands gripped her sweet ass cheeks roughly as I drove in and out of that heavenly small twat and I pounded her like a mad man. I bit down on her nipples hard and she grimaced, but the panty gag kept her from screaming.

"Move your hips more, baby whore!" I demanded, and she did so immediately, giving me all the pleasure I wanted and desired from our fuck.

"I'm going to cum in you now, you fucking baby whore slut cunt!" I proclaimed loudly. I wondered of her parents could hear me, but quickly decided I didn't care if they did! "Move your ass and accept my cum, you slut bitch!"

And she did. I snatched the panties from her mouth so that I could French kiss her as I shot off in her wet pussy. It was a thrill beyond words to be kissing an eight year old cutie as I came off in her wet cunt hole.

After I pulled out, I made her go down on me again and clean my cock of our mixed juices. I made her lick and kiss my nuts, too.

We finally fell asleep cuddled together naked as the rain beat down heavily on the Miller house.

CHAPTER THREE

It was about seven a.m. when I awoke. My cock was hard again, but little Kayla was still sleeping. I decided to wake her and have her suck me off again before I headed to the bathroom for a much needed piss call.

I woke her and told her what I wanted. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes a little, and then got busy with the task. I was laying flat on my back now, with no covers, and Kayla was between my legs sucking superbly on my hard nine inch shaft. The rain had stopped and sunlight was coming in through the one window in her bedroom.

Right in the middle of this fantastic blow job, the door of her bedroom opened and I looked up to see Bob and Karen Miller entering the room. They both smiled and quickly put me at ease.

"So, you two are still at it, I see," said Bob, a huge grin encompassing his handsome face. "She's quite a gifted cocksucker, isn't she, Jack?" he added proudly.

"Oh, yeah, she sure is," I groaned, as Kayla's head bobbed up and down on my dick.

Kayla's parents came closer now to the bed for an even better view.

"Is she sucking you as you like?" Karen Miller asked of me.

"Christ, yeah!" I grunted. "The little whore is going to make me cum real soon!"

"Jesus, Jack, that is some cock you have there. It's a beauty!" Bob said to me, his eyes fixed on his daughter's cock sucking skills. "How big is it?"

"Nine inches," I moaned.

"Mmm, nice," he muttered. "Suck him good sweetie. Make him cum in your mouth and be sure to swallow it all, honey."

"Mmmmphh," was all little Kayla could manage to utter, her mouth filled with my cock.

I grabbed the hair on Kayla's head and held it tight as I began to shoot off in her mouth. She devoured it all, as her proud parents looked on with joy.

"Good girl, honey pie," Bob told his daughter when she at last removed her face from my groin area. "Give daddy a nice good morning kiss now."

Kayla, with droplets of my cum still present on her lips, gave her father a nice kiss and I watched as he licked my remaining cum from his daughter's mouth.

"Very tasty, Jack," Bob told me, once the kiss was over. "You have prime cum, that's for sure."

"Thanks," I smiled. "I think I need to get up and piss now."

"Take Kayla with you, Jack," Karen Miller piped up. "She could use a good drink of piss, I think."

"Are - are you sure?" I asked.

"Certainly," Karen replied. "Kayla will drink your piss right from your cock, won't you, sweetie?"

"Yes, Mommy," the cure 8 year old said sweetly.

I got up from the bed, took Kayla by the hand, and we headed for the bathroom, where I proceeded to seat her on the toilet then made her open her mouth wide and accept the head of my cock. I let go with a flow and the little slut drank it up with eagerness, while her parents smiled and watched from the bathroom door opening.

"Damn, that was great!" I said to the Millers, as I wiped my cock across little Kayla's face. "I've never done that before."

"Glad you enjoyed it, Jack," Bob Miller grinned. "Kayla has been drinking piss since she was five. One of my co-workers from my office made her his personal toilet back then."

"Fantastic!" I said.

"Did you fuck her ass last night, Jack?" Bob asked me.

"No, just her cunt, Bob," I told him.

"Well, you can get her ass too after breakfast, if you like, okay?" Bob said.

"Great. I'll look forward to it!"

We then all headed downstairs for a big breakfast of pancakes, ham and eggs, which Karen prepared.

Before I left that day, I placed Kayla over the arm of the sofa in their family room and fucked her exceptionally tight asshole while she screamed and howled and cried throughout the ordeal. Her parents held her down for me and Bob was jacking off as he watched his precious preteen daughter take my nine inch tool up her rectum. Both he and Karen, as well as myself, were delighted with the crying, howling and screaming that little Kayla did during her ass fucking. The little bitch was unable to even walk after I hammered her asshole and pumped my load up in it, which her mom lapped up from the source as soon as I pulled out of the child's butt.

Bob and Karen Miller made me promise to return next weekend and I see no reason not to. Wouldn't you?

THE END