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From: Simple Man <Simple@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASI} "Preteen Lover" (Mg, cons, rom) Complete
Date: Mon, 06 Oct 2003 16:30:47 -0500
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Preteen Lover
{ASSI} (Mg, cons, rom)
By Simple Man
Angelica walked quietly past her aging grandmother, careful not to wake
her. She could not understand how she could fall asleep in that wheelchair
but it was evident to the eight year old child that she could and did so
often. Quietly out the door Angelica walked, to play outside in the cool
autumn air.
The old tire swing hung from a great oak tree on a rope that had seen
better days, but the child knew nothing of ropes and so it didn't matter,
the tire was fun to swing in. From out of the corner of her eye she could
see the old man next door reading a book as he sat on his back porch,
glancing at her occasionally. It flattered the little girl that the man
liked looking at her. Angelica had no mommy or daddy anymore, there were
only old pictures of them taken when she was a baby, and as she glanced in
the old man's direction their eyes caught and she felt a little of what it
must feel like to have a Daddy.
Slipping out of the tire swing she brushed herself off and walked meekly
toward the old man with her hands behind her back and looking down as if she
expected to find something on the ground.
Apparently lost in the book he was reading, he pretended that he didn't
see the little girl approaching and continue that ruse until she spoke.
"Whatcha doin?" a tiny voice queried.
The old man looked up acting completely surprised at the interruption.
Up close now, the little girl was very pretty. It was no act that he was
smiling now, and Angelica stood there swishing her foot in a semicircle and
twisting to and fro, her hands still behind her back.
"Reading!" the old man said.
"Do you think you could like me?" came the plaintive question.
Reaching out he took hold of the little girl's arm and gently pulled
her toward him. Then scooping her up into his lap he placed his hands on
the sides of her face and kissed her directly on her sweet little lips,
long, slow and passionate. The little girl went limp on him almost
immediately. Her tiny dress was hiked up around her waist and all of her
legs and butt were in full view because she wore no panties. Full limp and
relaxed, her legs spread and her hairless mound came into view with its deep
slit. She was more well endowed here than girls twice her age. Finally the
kiss ended and she looked down and became embarrassed that she was so
uncovered, and tried to cover herself until the old man stopped her and said
he liked looking at her body.
She stopped trying to cover herself and watched the old man's hand move
between her legs and probe her slit with his fingers. She could feel
herself getting wet and now his finger was up inside her, teasing her and
making her feel good. A few moments later and she was naked, his mouth
everywhere on her body. She resisted him in no way, allowing him to do
whatever he wanted to her, and wanting everything. Never before had she
felt feelings like this and if this was what it was like to be Daddy's
little girl, she would be that and much more.
That night as she took her bath and washed the blood from her thighs,
she seemed to realize that the old man must like her a lot and really
enjoyed her body. If this all that it took to get a Daddy, then she just
smiled. Her little mind working on how she could end up living with him and
being his little girl.
Tuesday afternoon it was raining and Angelica came up to the old man's
back door, opened it and stepped in. He was sitting at the kitchen table
eating a sandwich. She stepped in front of him soaking wet in her yellow
raincoat and stood there barefoot. When she saw that she had his attention
she unbuckled the raincoat and opened it, revealing that she was naked. The
old man gulped and put down his half finished sandwich. Slowly reaching
down with both hands, she spread her pussy lips showing him her wet hole.
"Please love me again!" she begged.
He was in his underwear and moved from the table lifting the raincoat
off of her and picking her up. Laying her back on his bed, she watched his
clothes come off and get a tube of something. In a few minutes she was
slippery from whatever it was and so was his cock. Spreading her legs wide
apart she felt the head of his cock slip into where his finger had been
yesterday. Slowly and gently she felt the remaining length of him slide
into her until they was no more left. She knew what he was doing, he was
fucking her, and that was just fine with her.
She had learned everything from the other older girl's in school and just
assumed that their daddies fucked them too, it was just something that girl'
s and their daddies did, and besides it felt really good. And since every
girl was doing this, there was no point of telling anything, just like there
was no point it telling how many times you went to that bathroom or what you
did in there, no point at all.
"Fuck me Daddy!" she yelled.
The little girl was stuffed so full of man meat that her tummy bulged
from the constant thrusts, nothing hurt anymore, everything felt wonderful
and she loved being fucked like this. She loved having his hands on her
body and his mouth sucking everything she had. Her vaginal hole was
stretched wide and would never get as small as it was before, and she didn't
care, she wanted to be fucked every day like the other girl's were.
All at once she felt the eruption and warm cream spread through her insides.
She cried because she was so happy that he loved her enough to do this to
her. Angelica belonged to him now and nobody else, no other woman and no
other girl, he was her Daddy and she was keeping him. The old man laid down
next to her and gently sucked her nipples, further proof that she had what
he wanted and she ran her fingers through the hair on his chest while he
nursed on her tiny body. She wondered if she would have his baby now, and
decided that who cares, she would gladly have as many babies as he wanted.
Sunday morning, Angelica brought her grandmother her favorite
breakfast. Angelica was happy this morning and wore a homemade sanitary
napkin to hold in his cum for as long as she could. She set the tray down
and moved to the old woman, but she was not awake. The little girl shook
her shoulder gently but the old woman did not stir, she was dead! She went
over to the old man's house and after an hour of kissing and being felt up,
she told him the news. Slowly the old man pulled his finger out of her butt
hole and allowed the child to lick it clean, which she readily did.
The old man called the police, told them the child was over at his house and
her grandmother was dead next door. Twenty minutes late a police car ambled
down the dusty road that led to these two old houses. The car came to a
stop and two uniformed officers approached the old man on his porch with the
little girl clinging to him.
"Morning Judge!" the two of them greeted.
Silas McKenzie was the retired Chief Judge for this County and nobody
had replaced him yet. He still held rank and privilege around these parts
and was one of the most respected men in the County.
"The child's grandmother is next door." motioning in the general
direction.
The two officers moved quickly in that direction and did not see the
old man kiss the little girl passionately or the child grab hold of his cock
through his pants. A few minutes later, the Coroner's van arrived and the
process that he knew so well began. Riding with the Coroner, was Molly
Simms, the County's social worker here to get the bereaved child and take
her to safety and counseling if she needed it. It was only when she stepped
out of the van and saw the old man that she recognized him, her heart fell
like a rock. The only man she had ever loved, the only man she had ever let
into her panties, was now old and knowing his taste in young girls, now
maybe he was interested in even little girls.
"How you doing Silas? It's been a long time!"
"How are you, Molly? Still young an pretty as ever. Life has been
good to you!"
Molly still blushed, he could always do this to her, make her feel
weak in the knees, but she was older now too, and the extra pounds of middle
age did not go away so easily anymore. The child looked young and sweet and
way too little to be with the Judge, but there she was, clinging to him with
all she's got and the look in her eyes told me she was intimate with him.
Turning around, Molly climbed back into the van, it was over. She knew she
could not beat him, and besides who would care, the child was an orphan now
and would have become a burden on the State, but she was obviously happy,
and nobody needed to know. The Judge loved another and she was young enough
to hold his interest for the rest of his life. She envied the child.
By Monday, all was forgotten, the old woman cremated, no funeral, no
fanfare, Angelica's name never came up or appeared in any reports. The
child ceased to exist. All school records expunged and removed, she stopped
being a person, and she was never born.
Angelica climbed over the old man and lowered herself onto him, letting
his cock slide into her well fucked hole; this was where she belonged with
her Daddy.
The End, hope you enjoyed it.