   M/g  Pedo. Cons.
   
   Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and completely imaginary. Reality can never be this 
good. In prison, child molesters are used as human toilets.
   
  Waif
   by Pedro Feelya
   
   "Please mister, I'm hungry"
   Surprised, I turned toward the sound of the child's plea. Between a dumpster and some old crates was a pile of dirty 
rags. Then among them, I saw a small smudged face looking up at me.  
   I should have kept walking. Anyone else would have ignored the kid. This was a very bad part of the city, and bad 
things happened here. I already had enough problems of my own. I should have kept walking, but I didn't.
   "Okay, c'mon." I mostly hoped the kid wouldn't follow and my conscience would still be clear.
   A much smaller and thinner bundle of rags stood up from the rest and began to shuffle along behind me. It wasn't 
hard for a child to keep up as I limped along on my ruined leg.
    Another half a block and I turned and motioned to my rundown apartment building. "It's in here" and I lurched up 
the steps while holding the handrail.
   Any normal child would have turned and ran, but this one didn't seem to notice the vandalism and ruin of the place. 
Patiently, the little kid followed me as I pulled myself up the front steps and two flights of stairs inside the main door. 
Several doors down, I began to unlock my front door. 
   "I've got food in here" I said lamely. I couldn't imagine any kid stupid enough to follow a strange man into a 
strange apartment. 
   I got all the locks undone and opened the door and led the bundle of rags into my crappy one room apartment. I 
turned toward the kitchen area and set the bag I carried on the table. In the freezer I had been saving some 
microwaveable pizza breads for a special occasion. Giving them to a hungry kid seemed special enough. I got them out 
and put them in the microwave.
   While they were cooking I turned and looked at the bundle of rags. "You should wash your hands."
   The face just looked at me. I reached out and the child just stood there as I pulled smelly pieces of clothing off until 
I could tell what I was dealing with. 
   The child's face looked very girlish and maybe about nine years old. She had pale yellow hair and grey-blue eyes. I 
removed all the clothing except her t-shirt, pants, and shoes. Now I could see that she was painfully thin and pale 
skinned. From the look of her face and hands, she might have malnutrition. 
   I shook my head. How anyone in America could have malnutrition was beyond me. 
   I stood and pulled a chair up in front of the sink.
   "Climb up here."
   The girl walked forward but asked, "Why?"
   "So you can wash your hands."
   She started to climb up. "Why?"
   "So you don't get sick when you eat."
   "Oh. Is it evil food? I'm not supposed to eat evil food."
   I had never considered that a child could be wacko. I turned the faucet on and handed her the soap. She didn't do a 
very good job of cleaning so I took her tiny hands in mine and helped her wash her dirt stained skin. 
   The microwave beeped and I got a clean plate and the girl followed me and we sat at the table and ate. She stuffed 
the pizza bread in her mouth and barely chewed. In seconds one had disappeared and she was halfway through the 
second. I got a third one from the freezer and warmed it up. 
   The girl kept making odd comments. "This sure looks like evil food. Mother will get sad if I eat evil food." "Are 
there White people listening? I can't tell. I don't have the gift." "Are we safe here? Have you seen any Blues or 
Greens?" 
   I shouldn't have asked. I know I shouldn't have asked. I don't know why I asked, I didn't want this problem. But, I 
asked. 
   "Where is your mother?"
   The girl stopped and looked at me, trying to make a decision. Then I could see that she made up her mind. Her 
voice dropped to just above a whisper. "The Glowings left a code for him. He had to go and take out a White leader. 
That was three days ago." Her face began to cloud over and tears welled up in her eyes. "I hope he's alright, but I don't 
think he is. He would have come back by now."
   "Your mother is a man?"
   "Yah" she nodded as though it was a silly question.
   I knew I didn't want to get this involved. I should have pushed the girl out of my apartment.
   "My name is John"
   The girl looked at me and smiled.
   "What's your name?" I prompted her.
   "I don't have one. Mother says that the White people can't find me if I don't have a name. Even the Glowings don't 
know about me. I have to hide from everyone. There's a war on, you know."
   Either this girl had an incredible imagination, or this "Mother" guy was an extreme nutcase. He was probably a 
homeless schizophrenic. One of those people that talk to themselves loudly and you ignore them, hoping that they don't 
talk to you. How he had gotten or raised a child was a wonder. This girl was probably extremely lucky to still be alive.
   This wasn't my problem. I could barely afford to feed myself. That wasn't really true. In the U.S., you can buy a 
big can of chili at the dollar store, and that is more than enough calories for a day. But, I didn't have anywhere to keep 
a little girl. My little apartment could only fit one bed and very little privacy. But, on the street, there was no privacy, 
beds, or shelter from the cold. I didn't have any girl clothes, and what she had was smelly, rotten, and probably pest 
infested. 
   I felt like an idiot. "You want to stay with me?"  I hoped she had a reason not to.
   "Okay" she said cheerfully.
   
   I dressed her again in enough clothes so that she wouldn't be cold, and we went back out to find Mother's basket. I 
had heard that some homeless people saved up massive amounts of money from begging. Instead, this guy had saved 
up massive amounts of aluminum foil. Schizophrenics seemed to like aluminum foil. We found some girls pants and 
shirts, almost no men's clothes, and a lot of weird useless junk.
   Back in the apartment, I tried to not be overwhelmed by the problems I had just taken on. I tried to focus just on the 
next move. I found the cleanest pair of pants and shirt. 
   "Put these on."
   The little girl started to undress right in front of me. Of course, being raised on the streets, she wouldn't know 
anything about privacy. I almost told her to use the bathroom, but decided it was silly. She was just a little kid.
   As she pulled her shirt off, I looked for a moment at her chest while she was busy. She was so thin that I could see 
every rib, except under the muscles of her breasts. Her nipples were larger than a boy's, and slightly cone shaped. 
When she pulled her pants down, I thought I was looking at a concentration camp survivor. Her hip bones jutted out to 
the sides and her stomach concaved in to just above the hairless V between her legs. Every inch of her was as white as 
paper. 
   I thought of something better. Before she could get dressed, I told her to wait. I went to the closet and got a big 
towel and wrapped it around her. As long as she was comfortable being naked around me, now would be a good time to 
give her a bath. I went to the bathroom and started the water in the tub. While we waited, I put some of her clothes in 
the sink and started to hand wash them.
   When the bath was ready, I led her into the bathroom. She stared at the tub, then at me. 
   I lowered myself on the edge of the tub, kicked my bad leg out, and sat on my good leg. I splashed the water. 
"Alright, into the tub."
   "I can't" she whined. "There are bad things in water. We can't go into water."
   "You've never taken a bath? How do you stay clean?"
   "I use a washcloth. I can do that myself."
   "Well I promise you that a bath won't hurt."
   "I'm scared." She looked terrified. "I can't swim."
   The water was just eight inches deep. "You can either get into the tub, or I will put you in the tub." I mostly meant 
it as a threat.
   "Okay, but don't drown me please" She then stood there, waiting for me to put her in the tub.
   I laughed easily. I thought it was funny even if she didn't. I then put one hand behind her knees and the other 
behind her shoulders. She was light as a skeleton and I easily lifted her up and slowly lowered her into the water. She 
clutched at my hands and arms. When her butt hit the bottom, she still held my arms tight to her. 
   Slowly, she began to explore the new sensation. The water was warm and comfortable and the soap smelled nice. 
Without letting go, I began to rub and massage her legs and shoulders. She splished and splashed like a delighted little 
baby. I continued to try and clean her while she played with the water. Washing her legs, arms, and chest, was easy. 
Washing her hair and face was harder. When I reached my hand between her legs and pressed up against her little 
mound she grabbed my arm. I expected her to push me away and make a fuss. Instead she started to pull my hand up 
and down so that it rubbed against her. 
   I had only meant to clean her, but now she was using my hand to pleasure herself. I was kind of shocked and tried 
to pull my hand away.
   She clawed desperately at my hand. "No!" she seemed truly distressed, "You have to do it or I'll lose my mind!"
   I'm not stupid and I knew she wouldn't go crazy, or at least crazier than she already was, but she seemed to 
genuinely believe it. I guessed that she had been told by the "Mother" pervert that she needed him to play with her 
pussy. Either way, she seemed so terribly distressed that I reached back down and slid my fingers back between her 
thighs.
   She spread her legs and guided my hand directly between her thin lips. The way she ground her pussy against my 
fingers convinced me that I was supposed to give her as much pleasure as possible. I felt like a spectator at my own 
execution, cheering for the hangman.
   I knew I shouldn't have, but God forgive me, I began to enjoy it myself. I bent my fingers and began to slide one 
inside her slit. I set up a nice steady rhythm. Her breathing quickened. Her grip on my arm tightened and she wasn't 
guiding me anymore. She started grunting softly and her eyes lost their focus, got real glossy, and she tilted her head 
back. I sped up and concentrated on her little sensitive areas. I was pushing her deeper and deeper into her fugue state. 
Suddenly she half yelped, stopped breathing, and her grip stopped my arms from moving. I held my finger still inside 
her little slit comfortingly.
   I then became aware how strongly I had been affected by this surrealistic erotic scene. My own breathing was fast 
and my attention was at a razor's edge, and incredibly enough, I had a raging hard-on. With the constant pain in my leg, 
I hadn't had a hard-on in well over a year. The pain made me grouchy, irritable, kept me from sleeping, and I couldn't 
concentrate on sex long enough to keep a hard-on.
   She looked at me and smiled gratefully. "That was wonderful" she said as though it was the most natural thing in 
the world for a pre-pubescent little girl to receive an orgasm from an adult man.
   Bathtime was certainly over. I sat up to lift her, and had to rise up high to get my bad leg under me. She got up on 
her knees, I thought to make it easier to lift her, but she then did something I wasn't expecting.
   She reached out and grabbed my hard cock through the loose material of my pants. She knew from the bulge 
exactly where it was. It was already achingly painfully hard, and her grip just deepened the agony.
   I tried to pull back from her. 
   "No!" she cried out, as desperately as before, "You'll lose your mind if I don't do this." 
   I could almost believe her. It would be so easy to believe her. I truly felt like I was already losing my mind from 
raging burning desire. What I had done to her had made me so horny that it would make a priest fuck a goat. I was near 
insane with hellish need.
   I didn't help her, or even agree. I just held still. She did everything to me. She skillfully unzipped my pants and 
reached in and grasped my hard cock, and easily twisted it free into the cool air between us. 
   "Wow, it's so big!"
   If you want to make a man feel good about himself, those are the words to use. I knew that I wasn't truly that big, 
she had probably only seen "Mother's", and his must have been small.
   Just as the wave of pride flushed over me, she leaned forward and swallowed as much of my length down her throat 
as she could. I could feel the end of my cock hit the back of her throat.
   I looked down at her wet blonde head and didn't know whether to scream and push her away, or cry in sexual relief. 
Maybe I did lose my mind. She was sucking as if she were starving to death, and looking down at her thin body, that 
was not hard to believe.
   Then she pulled her head back and left the end of my cock dripping wet with saliva. She lifted her hand to the end 
and began to spread the saliva downwards. Then she sucked the head of my cock into her mouth and with both hands, 
skillfully began to massage my shaft. I watched, fascinated. She seemed to know exactly what to do, and better than I 
had ever seen a woman do it.
   I thought I couldn't orgasm anymore since my accident; the pain from my leg was too distracting. I was also in an 
uncomfortable position, half supporting myself on the edge of the tub. So I was surprised when I felt the sudden 
burning urge pulsing beneath my balls. 
   It took me by such surprise that I didn't realize it in time to warn her. I thrust involuntarily deep into her throat and 
my cock throbbed hard. I could feel my hot sperm pulse out the end of my cock, trapped in her mouth and against her 
throat.
   In fear, I thought she would choke, but instead she swallowed fast and strong. I could feel her mouth and jaw 
flexing on my cock shaft as she ate my semen hungrily. She was beyond amazing and I couldn't believe the wonder of 
a child/lover that had fallen across my path.
   As soon as she had sucked the last of my fluid from my cock, and continued to lick my length clean, I felt the 
crushing aching of my uncomfortable position sink into my muscles. 
   I stood up, pulling my still mostly-hard cock from her wonderfully soft and warm mouth. 
   "Hmm" she smacked her lips. "That's the good medicine."
   I was so happy and grateful. I was nearly in tears and about to sob. I reached over and lifted her thin, stick like body 
up, and hugged her to my chest. Her naked wet body soaked my clothes to my skin.
   At first, she was stiff as a board. I guessed that "Mother" had never hugged her before. I didn't care. Then she 
began to relax, and finally she collapsed into to me and held me as tightly as I held her. Hugs are instinctive and only 
natural for children. 
   After a minute, I pulled her bare body off me and set her back down on the floor. Then I grabbed the towel she had 
been wrapped in earlier and I began to dry her off. She wasn't used to this either, but seemed to begin to enjoy it. I 
enjoyed rubbing and massaging every part of her pure white body, but I actually shied away from drying her too well 
between her legs. I felt too guilty to want to start another "mind saving" sexual relief session.
   She wanted to wear most of her cleaned clothes, and in several layers, but it was too warm in my apartment for that. 
The heat from the water radiator was included in the rent, but I couldn't control it. To be comfortable, she soon had to 
shed all but her shirt and pants.  
   The rest of the afternoon went equally wonderfully, while we enjoyed each other's company, and I found things for 
us to do together. Despite her experience in sexual intimacy, she wasn't used to much physical touching. I wasn't sure 
how emotionally close I wanted to get either. 
   I fed her the best food I had. I wasn't trying to buy her affection; it just hurt me to see how skinny she was.
   I found out that she couldn't read or even do simple math. She had never been to school, and didn't know anything 
about it. She said that "Mother" read all the time, but he told her that everything written was all lies.
   I again pressed her for a name, but she insisted that the Whites would find her. 
   I persisted, "How about a little name, one that only I will use. Just a secret between me and you."
   She liked secrets. Conspiratorially she whispered, "Well maybe a code name? Something to do with butterflies? I 
like butterflies. "
   "So do flowers" I mused. Her thin body and bright blond hair reminded me of one flower. "Daisy"
   It was still winter enough that the sun set early. I got up to turn on the TV set. As soon as I clicked it on, I turned to 
see Daisy, trembling in terror, and hiding under the table. I turned off the TV and had to promise never to turn it on 
again before she would come out. I knew I wouldn't last long without watching TV, so I knew we would have to work 
on her belief systems.
   After another hour of reading, I decided it was time for bed. We were sitting on the couch that was also my bed. I 
got her out of the way and pulled it out. She thought it was a marvelous invention.
   I began to undress, and was down to my underwear, before I realized she was just watching me. I always slept in 
my underwear. I didn't even own pajamas.
   "You have to take your pants off." I told her.
   "Why?" 
   I realized that homeless people probably wore all their clothes to bed. "Because you'll get the nice clean sheets 
dirty. You can either sleep in your clothes on the floor, or take them off and sleep on the bed with me." Giving her a 
choice eased my conscious, that I wasn't making her share my bed.
   Daisy thought for a moment and then started to take her pants off. I turned to make the bed and when I turned back, 
she was fully naked.
   "Put your panties and t-shirt back on."
   "Why?"
   Despite the fact that I wasn't a child molester, my cock had risen and hardened for no reason. Her milk white skin 
that covered her body was without blemish. Her little mound covering her pussy stood out distinctly. Her clean face 
was now beautiful and her lips were full and sweet. Maybe because my body remembered the pleasure she had given 
me, my body was betraying me.
   Daisy's large soft eyes dropped and looked directly at my hard-on. It didn't seem to bother her. The hardness of my 
cock was the biggest reason she needed to wear clothes, but I didn't know how to explain it to her. 
   Before I could insist, she crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees. Then she turned her butt directly toward me, 
and laid her head and shoulders down on the mattress. 
   "It'll be easier to do this." She acted like she had figured out a better way to do something.
   I was now facing a little nine-year-old girl, with her naked butt stuck way up in the air, in as a submissive position 
as possible. Her knees were spread so that I could see that her pussy lips had spread and there was a line of pink 
between. Her tiny brown butthole stared directly at me, presented perfectly. I couldn't see Daisy's face, where she had 
it pressed down against the bedding.
   "To do what?" The question that dropped from my mouth was automatic. I knew exactly what it looked like. It was 
the most inviting body position a porn star could do. Did this nine-year-old little girl expect me to jump on her and fuck 
her?
   "Use lots of spit," she added.
   It was too unreal and tempting. "Do you want me to put my thing in you?" I couldn't believe it. I couldn't even say 
the word "dick".
   She turned slightly to look at me. "You have toooo" she whined at me. "If you don't, you might have to kill me 
when I sleep."
   "Is that what "Mother" told you?" I didn't feel good about this at all. 
   "He used to," she said, "but,,,"
   "But what?"
   "He hasn't said it in a long time. I'm the one who makes him do it now. I really like it. Won't you do it for me 
please?"
   She had turned all the way around and reached out her hand and grasped my painfully hard cock through the fabric 
of my underwear. "Please?" she begged me.
   I couldn't say anything. I didn't think that I nodded, but I might have.
   Daisy squealed in happiness and pulled my shorts down. My cock sprang free. She pulled hard on it and I had no 
choice but to step forward. She guided my cock directly into her hot wet mouth. 
   Daisy slurped on it for only a second, and then leaned back, leaving my cock dripping with saliva. She then spun 
around and assumed the butt high in the air position again.
   I spit into my fingers and rubbed them into her invitingly spread pussy. Daisy groaned and worked her hips, trying 
to suck pleasure from my hand. I knelt forward onto the bed, with my knees spread just outside hers. Still unsure, I slid 
the head of my cock up against the length of her pussy.
   For a moment, I wondered which hole "Mother" had taught her to use. But, Daisy rocked back and forth a couple 
times, with my cock sliding through her narrow valley, and then came to rest with my cock's head planted firmly 
against her tight vagina.
   At that moment I realized how ridiculous a position we were in. There was no way my cock was going to fit into 
her tiny thin nine-year-old body. If I thrust, I would just tear her apart.
   Daisy wiggled her hips and pressed back hard. Tightness pressed up against the head of my cock. Slowly, she 
continued to wiggle and press, and the tightness just increased.
   I couldn't move a muscle for fear of hurting her. Then I felt a pop, and suddenly the tightness was around the ring 
under my cock head. 
   Daisy whimpered and froze. I realized that part of my cock was actually now inside her, but I was sure she would 
stop rather than feel more pain. She started to pull forward, and I felt terrible regret that this wasn't going to work, but 
then she shoved back harder. 
   Again she froze and whimpered. 
   "Stop, you don't have to do this." I pleaded.
   "NO, I want it!" she begged.
   "Okay, just stay still."
   I began to lean into her, and gently my cock pressed against her vaginal grip. Then I leaned back. Her pussy still 
seemed to have a death grip. I continued to rock back and forth gently. Even though I couldn't feel my painfully 
squeezed cock moving inside her tiny body, I knew that it was. Slowly my cock was disappearing into her. After a 
couple minutes, I felt strong resistance against the end of my cock. 
   "Oh God," she gasped in pain, "Oh my God, you are big."   
   Now that I knew my limit, I began to move back and forth further, extending the length of my stroke inside her. 
Now, she gasped with each thrust, but not in pain.
   Daisy began to whine and whimper again, but in a good way. I reached under her and tried to find her clitoris. She 
was stretched so fully, that I think the shaft of my cock was rubbing tight against it. She now began to make strange yet 
wonderful animal sounds.
   Until now, the experience had been mostly painful for me. Having my cock squeezed so tightly wasn't as fun as I 
thought it would be. But the more I moved, the better it felt. Hearing her make such guttural carnal sounds helped too. I 
gripped her hips tighter and began to thrust faster, being careful not to ram the end of her tunnel.  
   I was just beginning to really enjoy the sensations, when she stopped squeaking and froze under me. From the way 
her muscles jerked and pulsed under my hands and around my cock, I assumed she was having an orgasm. I was too far 
gone to care at that point, and I just kept thrusting into her small body until she started grunting again.
   It happened again, and the third time I felt it coming. By then I had built the greatest orgasm in my body that I 
hoped never to be able to survive. I unleashed it just as she froze. Involuntarily, I thrust full into her, and pressed up 
hard against the end of her tunnel. She cried out in pain and ecstasy. 
   Then the real agony hit me. My cock was throbbing, trying to force burning hot semen into a place where there was 
no room for it. My bad hip had locked up, so I couldn't back out of her, and I wasn't sure my spasming muscles would 
let me. My climax of overly intense pleasure mixed with crippling pain, and I thought I was going to faint. 
   After what felt like a full minute, I was able to let go of Daisy and she slumped forward a little from me. I then 
kicked my bad leg out to the side and was able to fall sideways with her, to rest on the mattress. I was exhausted, and 
she wasn't moving either. We lay there panting together. 
   I was wallowing in guilt and self condemnation when she sat up. 
   "Okay, we've got to clean up." Daisy turned and then she leaned back and spread her legs wide before me. My face 
was just inches from her bright pink pussy and its still gaping hole where my sperm was spread and oozed. I figured out 
what she meant. This was how you cleaned up without a bathroom nearby.
   I crawled forward just a few inches, and lowered my mouth between her reddened thighs. I licked my sperm up 
carefully, starting at the outside. Daisy sighed and laid her head back onto the mattress. 
   If I had been feeling guilty before, this helped a lot. I deserved the punishment of sucking up my own sperm and 
giving her a little more pleasure at the same time. I didn't even notice any flavor as I tried to make it as pleasurable for 
her as I could. By the time I was digging into her hot little hole with my tongue and nibbling on her tiny clitty, she 
froze up again and her internal muscles did a little dance.
   It was my pleasure to let her down softly, mouthing her softest parts gently. Then I finally stopped, and let her catch 
her breath and recover.
   Just when I thought she had fallen asleep, Daisy sat up and spun around. Before I could stop her, not that I would 
try, she was sucking up and down the shaft of my iron-hard cock. My cock had never gone soft, and sucking on her tiny 
pussy had made it ache with need again. 
   Daisy again amazed me with her skill as she cleaned my cock, while drawing out as much pleasure as possible. This 
was a much needed desert, after such a powerful and painful meal. She was gentle, as though knowing where my cock 
would be sore. Quickly, because I held nothing back, I erupted into her eager mouth.
   I knew I didn't need to warn her, and like before, she drank whatever semen I had left in my balls, as though it was 
her only meal.
   
   While I was recovering, Daisy started to put on her panties, but I stopped her. I wanted us to sleep naked together. 
We lay together and I showed her how wonderful it is to cuddle. 
   Just before I faded off to sleep, she whispered, "I love you."
   I whispered back, "I love you too," and I meant it with all my heart.
    
   For over a year, I treated Daisy like my daughter, and my lover. I taught her how to read and tried to catch her up to 
a ten-year-old education. I also rid her of most of "Mother's" schizophrenic ideas. 
   Well, it was wonderful while it lasted, but a nosy neighbor that hated me eventually got me in trouble. She took 
pictures through our window of me fondling Daisy. I was arrested and Daisy was taken by Child Services. My lawyer 
wasn't too bad and I pled guilty to a lower charge and am doing three years. And I couldn't be happier. 
   Everyone assumed I was Daisy's father, and she is still my child. I call her every week and write her a letter every 
day. I would be going on parole soon, but the state I live in has to provide medical care for me. In a couple weeks I go 
in for the hip replacement surgery I could never afford, and by the time they are done, I'll be able to walk normally 
again. I'll spend the rest of my sentence recovering in a hospital. When I am free, I'll pick up Daisy, and we will 
disappear into a new life.
   
