           "Sick Little Girl"
           by Pedro Vila



   She was seven and a half, thin as a rail, and had been used a bunch
 of times by her daddy.
   She had told someone about it after a while and he went to jail. That
gave her guilt and she was troubled by it. My sister had married a child 
molester, probably because she was molested as a little girl herself. 
And now my sister, Gabrielle, and her daughter, Maxi, were staying with 
me.
   Gabrielle was working full time and Maxi was off from school to 
recover. That left me to watch the cute child. I could see what her 
husband saw in his little girl. I really wanted to fuck her myself. I 
guess it runs in the family.
   I got in bed with little Maxi a few times when her mother was working 
and told her not to tell or her mother would be taken away too. I 
fingered and licked her and came once on her bottom, but I hadn't fucked 
her yet.
   Then the day came when I knew it would happen. I couldn't help myself. 
Maxi was running a fever and I was having sick fantasies about getting 
into her hot, sweaty bed, and taking her weak and smelly body. Like I 
said, sick fantasies.
   So there I stood in my bathrobe, next to her bed, looking down in my 
twisted lust.
   Maxi was asleep, her sweet tiny lips apart, wet and helpless. Her 
fine brown hair was plastered against her sweaty brow. I leaned down to 
her inviting mouth and teased myself. Then I touched her lips with mine 
ever so gently. Her breath was slightly foul. She had sick breath. It 
was a turn on.
   I pulled back her covers and gazed at her thinly clad sleeping gown, 
slightly up, and stuck to her damp little body. Then I dropped my robe 
and slid in next to her. I could feel her naked legs, slippery with her 
perspiration, slide against my growing erection. I put my arms around 
her light body and pulled her close.
   In her fevered state, she murmured, "Daddy?" and I slid my hand up 
her gown and into her damp panties. Then I pulled my fingers out and 
smelled them. It was a bitter sweet smell and it made my head rush.
   I could hear her breathing close to my ear. Her hot breath hinted at 
the fevered state she was in. I pictured a nightmare world where her 
daddy was both hurting her and being taken away from her, two extremes 
of pain, both unwanted and yet the opposites were too much too bare.
   I lifted her middle up from underneath and then pulled up her 
clinging night gown. My hand slid easily across her hot, wet belly and 
up to her ribbed chest. Then I slid it back down to her fragile yet 
already violated entrance and began to pull her last wet piece of flimsy 
cotton protection away from that which I lusted. I left them on below 
her knees.
   I then found her way in and probed into it with my finger. Her head 
stirred and her breathing became more labored. A murmured, "No" spoke 
out to the still room and fell on deaf ears. She was much too weak to 
resist me, and I was much too involved to stop.
   Her sweat had provided ample lubrication for me, and my own wanting 
manifested itself fully in my raging hard cock. My hand underneath her 
lifted and her slim body pressed against me, belly to belly. She 
whimpered for me.
   I was there at her childhood sex and she offered almost no resistance 
to me as she began to stretch around me, ill equipt to prevent my 
journey into my overwhelming lust for her. She felt really hot inside. 
I was entering a steamy swamp.
   I watched her face and her eyes opened finally. They were unfocused 
and vulnerable. I'm sure what she saw was fuzzy and indistinct in the 
dim light. I made no effort to let her know who I was, but some part of 
me said that she knew anyway.
   I felt myself meet the end of her with only half of me inside. I 
wanted more. I grabbed her by her tiny bottom with my other hand and 
pressed her down and to me. She stretched for me slightly and moaned 
feebly, ending with coughing.
   She was tight and wet, and her temperature inside was close to that 
of a sauna. Her chest heaved against me and I became more aware of her 
hotness. She was unfire and I could feel my oversized adult cock become 
uncomfortably hot. My own temperature began to rise. I began to sweat 
against her and the bed sheets absorbed it until they became dripping 
wet with the product of our union.
   I was squirming in a bioling marsh as I mated deeply with my little 
tadpole.
   I could feel her helplessly fevered body start to surrender inside 
and I finally began to slip the rest of the way into her. She cried out 
gruntingly as my balls started to turn in preparation for the massive 
load I was going to pump into her. I was deep enough in her for it to 
hurt me as well and still I forced myself harder and harder until I felt 
like the head of my cock was flattening inside her.
   I had closed my eyes and when I opened them to look, her face was a 
dark crimson and locked in a shiny, frozen, silent scream. I then moaned 
out loud for the first time as I reach the ultimate climax into this 
virgin being sacrificed to the volcano. I felt myself pump round after 
round, thinking that I couldn't possibly give any more and then firing 
off yet another set of rounds until I visibly weakened and had to let 
her go. The volcano gods inside her had sucked me dry.
   The top of her body dropped from me but despite the pull, I was still 
buried deep into her sex and jabbing painfully sideways inside of her 
burning belly. She was panting frantically.
   I feebly grabbed at her soaked panties and pulled them up to my balls 
and over her ass before finally letting myself pivot out of her with a 
wet slap. Her panties caught the force of my streaming seed and I 
completed their capture by sinching them up against her tightly.
   I laid with her, brushing my hand lovingly against her brow, panting 
with my captive lover, as I admired her. Her face was beginning to go 
white once again and had it not been for her having bones, she would 
simply be a small puddle of spent flesh, finished with it's chores. She 
was out.
   I knew inside that I would become sick with the same fever that she 
had, but felt it was worth it. I had visions of her using me sexually 
like I had used her and wished that it would become true. But deep down, 
I knew she had no such similar desires. That was part of my attraction 
to her anyway.
   After some minutes, I had the strength to get out of her fevered bed 
and clean myself up. But not before bringing her a cold wet cloth for 
her head and a dose of tylenol to bring her fever down.
   I felt I owed her that much.

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