Summary: M/g Pedo.  Mastur.  A man meets a strange woman, and falls for her
daughter.

   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.

   Title: Daughter of the Dawn
   By Pedro Feelya

   I woke up that morning in a strange bed.  As soon as I realized that, I
remembered everything that had happened the night before.

   I didn't normally go to bars, and I didn't usually get drunk.  Last
night I did both.  I had been feeling lonely so I got dressed up and went
to a bar nearby to watch people get drunk.  I don't have a problem getting
dates.  I just have a problem trying to get rid of women who have too many
problems.  After a few Long Island Ice Teas', I was feeling too good and
was watching the only good looking woman in the bar dancing with an old
lanky barfly.  She was watching me, watching her.

   At one point she turned so her partner could not see and crooked her
finger at me in a come hither motion.  I waited till the jukebox song was
done and then went to meet her at the other end of the bar.  I motioned to
the bartender to bring her a drink.  He apparently already knew what she
was drinking and brought it over.

   She had red hair and said her name was Dawn; easy to remember.  I
vaguely remember making the usual chit-chat, and then dancing with her to
her favorite songs that she played on the jukebox.  Soon she wanted to go
to another club.  I agreed and we left.  She loved my sports car.  And, she
wanted me to go too fast.  I know that I was too drunk to be driving, so I
was very careful to not be pulled over for doing anything stupid.

   The next club was really dead, so after a drink, we went to another.  It
was dead also, so I took her to a real rowdy shitkicker bar.  She loved the
excitement, and we stayed till they stopped serving at 1:30, then we went
and got a large bottle of Jack and some condoms at an all night liquor
store.  I didn't know where she lived, and I didn't really want to take her
to my place.

   There was a regular hotel just down the street.  All they had left was a
room with two full sized beds on the backside of the building.  Within
minutes of getting to the room, she was trying to get her tongue down the
back of my throat and stripping me and herself.  We did everything kinky
and normal for the next hour.  She was into oral, anal, and she dug her
nails deep into my back.  She wanted me to slap her ass hard while she rode
me.  I learned to be more careful after I hit my balls once.  She was also
loud.  I was afraid we would get complaints, but I also enjoyed the hell
out of it.  It was some of the wildest and best sex I had ever heard of.

   After an hour, she said she wanted to call someone and check up on
someone called Kathy.  Well, soon she was arguing loudly with the person on
the phone, she told them where she was, and then hung up.  We went back to
kissing and rubbing.  Fifteen minutes later there was a knock on the door.

   "That must be them." Dawn said.

   I hadn't invited anyone else and felt a little put out.  I didn't know
what was going on, but it would probably interrupt our good time.  I pulled
the blanket from the floor over me to cover myself.  Dawn just walked over
and answered the door naked.

   Without a word spoken, a young girl came in with two garbage bags full
of clothes.  The girl was sleepy, and cute, and looked to be about twelve
years old.  I guess no one had come to the door with her.

   Dawn said, "This is my daughter, Kathy, and she needs somewhere to spend
the night."

   I was disappointed that we were done with sex, but you can't kick a
little girl out.  Dawn put Kathy in the other full sized bed and tucked her
in.  I was surprised when Dawn came back over and started kissing me, and
under the covers grabbed my still hard cock.  I was drunk and horny, so we
continued to make love with that single light blanket covering us from the
waist down.  Dawn was still loud and several times I looked over and saw
Kathy watching us sleepily.  Maybe an hour later, we fell asleep with Dawn
sprawled across me.

   I woke up instantly in the bright sunshine.  The clock on the nightstand
said 11:14.  My mouth was bone dry, my head pounded, and my dick and
bladder ached with a piss hardon.  Someone, it was Kathy, was watching TV
very quietly.

   I looked over at Dawn, fearing to see her without the haze of alcohol
and dim lighting.  She wasn't that bad.  Her red hair was a little too
bright red to be natural.  Her face and body were slender and not at all
ugly.  Then I noticed something that I hadn't seen before.  There was a
gauntness to the jaw and a shrunkeness to her eye sockets.  I groaned
inside.  I recognized that look.  She was probably a druggy.  I had brushed
up against that drug addicted crowd way back in college.  A brief and
traumatic affair with a young welfare mom whose drug enhanced mood swings
were impossible to deal with.

   I was naked in bed.  My clothes were across the room.  I had a huge
hardon.  I needed to pee so bad it hurt.  And, I didn't want to wake Dawn
by stealing the blanket.  Kathy was watching me.  I instinctively smiled at
her, and she smiled back.  I realized that it was probably past checkout
time and I should pay for the room for another night.  I am no prude, and
being naked with a full blown hardon was not embarrassing, but I didn't
know how Kathy would react.  With no other choice, I thought to myself that
I might as well do it with dignity.

   Kathy watched me get up, and then her gaze dropped to my stiff cock.  I
tried to walk casually past Kathy to my clothes.  My cock seemed to be on a
spring as it waved and bobbed up and down.  Kathy's eyes were glued to my
cock and her head turned to follow it as I went past.  I bent down and
picked up my clothes and headed for the bathroom.  I could feel her staring
at my bare ass.  Instead of getting embarrassed, I felt myself incredibly
turned on for no reason I could figure out.  In the bathroom my cock never
really got soft, and I had a hell of a time trying to piss.  I got dressed,
walked out of the bathroom, and told Kathy that I had to go pay for another
night and then go to work.  I felt like a heel sneaking out like this. 
Paying for another night was the least I could do.  Kathy didn't say
anything as I left and her mother never stirred at all.

   It wasn't really true that I had to go to work.  I own my own business
and it runs pretty well on its own.  I check on my employees daily and
spend most of my time developing new clients.  I don't really have a
routine nor need to be there.

   I paid for another night at the hotel, and went home to get cleaned up
and take a nap.  My head still pounded and my stomach was too queasy to
eat. I slept till four and got up and piddled around until 5:30.  By then
my conscience was getting to me.  I had never had such an abrupt one night
stand and it messed with my morals.  I wanted to go check on them and see
if they were okay.  Maybe, I wanted to see if Dawn wanted more sex.

   I stopped by KFC and got a large bucket of chicken with all the sides.
It was after six when I knocked on the hotel room door.  An agonizing
minute went by and then the door opened a little and Kathy was looking out.
I smiled and said, "I brought food." while holding out the KFC bags.  When
she saw that it was me she lit up with a smile and let the door swing open.
I carried the food in and set it on the small dresser.  I looked around and
saw that Dawn was not there.

   "Where's your mom?" I asked.

   "She had to take care of some stuff.  She might be back later."

   The word "might" was not lost on me.  I looked around and saw that the
mostly full bottle of Jack Daniels was missing.  I realized that her mother
probably had gone out hunting for another man to spend the night with. 
Kathy had been left all alone.

   I said that we had better eat before the food got cold and I helped
Kathy set up the small meal on the bed.  Kathy ate fast and ate a lot.  I
picked at some food.  I felt bad when I wondered how often Kathy got fed.
While we ate I asked normal questions about her.  What about school?  She
was in the fourth grade, but hadn't been to school for a couple weeks.

   "Fourth grade?" I was surprised.  "How old are you?"

   "I'm nine and a half; almost ten." she said with confidence.

   I couldn't keep myself from asking, "How long have you been living in
hotels like this?"

   She shrugged.  "For a couple weeks.  Ever since my mother got out."

   I didn't need or want to know where her mother had gotten out from. 
There were a couple possibilities and none of them were good.  Kathy kept
talking.  She had been living with her grandmother most of her life, but
she didn't like her grandmother and wasn't happy there.  She could never do
anything right for her grandmother and was always in the way or too loud.
Her grandmother would get angry and complain all the time about Dawn. 
Kathy knew that her mother was messed up, but living like this was better
than being at grandma's.

   She had finished eating and grew sad.  Then she brightened and asked if
I wanted to play cards.  I looked around the room.  Dawn's clothes were
thrown about on one side and the side Kathy slept on was neat.  There
weren't any toys or games to be seen.

   I know what it feels like to be so lonely and I had to say yes.  Kathy
went and dug in her garbage bag and came up with a new deck of playing
cards.  She knew poker and blackjack, but instead we decided she should
teach me how to play Go Fish.  This lasted for over hour with both of us
laughing and talking the whole time.  She seemed so mature for her age.  I
then suggested we go get an ice cream.  I didn't think we would be gone for
more than a few minutes and I didn't think Dawn would be back soon.

   Kathy grabbed a keycard for the door lock and we walked down the street
to a burger stand that had huge vanilla cones.  We had a wonderful time. 
She was so happy to have someone to do something with and I was too.  We
walked some more and talked, and found a playground and sat on the swings
in the dark.  Kathy didn't know anything about her father, and she didn't
think her mother did either.  It was getting cold so we walked back to the
room.  She walked so close that she kept bumping into me.  In the room she
begged me to play cards again.  We played cards for another hour and a
half.

   It was well after ten and I started looking at the door, thinking I
should go.  Kathy saw this and said, "Please don't leave.  I don't want you
to go." I felt guilty about leaving a child all alone, and I also didn't
want to go either.

   I really didn't think Dawn was coming back tonight.  Hell, I paid for
the room; I should be allowed to stay.  I didn't want to sleep in my nice
shirt and slacks, so I quickly took them off and got into one bed in my
underwear.  Kathy had turned her back to me to give me some privacy, but
then I noticed from the corner of my eye that she watched me in the mirror.


   Kathy then turned around and faced me and started to undress.  She
didn't meet my gaze and she moved slowly and deliberately.  This time I was
the one who openly watched as she carefully pulled her jeans down to reveal
plain white cotton underwear.  It was innocent.  She was just a kid, and it
shouldn't matter.  She folded her jeans carefully and turned towards me and
lifted the hem of her T-shirt.  I was actually disappointed when I saw that
she had a light white undershirt under it.  The undershirt rode most of the
way up with the T-shirt but fell before it reached her breasts.  I didn't
understand why I would want to see her topless.

   Kathy folded the T-shirt also.  When she bent and turned to put it away
my eyes took in her perky little butt that stood out.  Again she turned
toward me and this time she stretched.  Her hands went as far above her
head as they could go and she lifted up onto her toes.  The super thin
fabric of her undershirt pulled tight to her chest and I could see the dark
penny-sized nipples stick out from what might be the start of breasts, but
were probably chest muscles.  It was obvious that she was doing this for my
attention.  She smiled when she looked over and saw me staring.  She was
teasing me and my body was responding.

   I had noticed before that she was cute and had a wonderful slim body. 
But now I could see that she had smooth milky white skin.  Her hair was a
dark, auburn, reddish brown.  Her hair fell to just below her shoulders and
her bangs were neatly trimmed.  And her features would make for a model
someday.  Her lips looked especially delicious.  She crawled slowly into
bed and pulled the blanket up to her shoulders.

   I was disappointed that the show was over.  She had wanted my attention
and I had enjoyed giving it.  I turned out the light and we talked
innocently for another twenty minutes, then I faded off to sleep.

   I became conscious of someone sliding into bed with me in the darkness.
I didn't say anything as Kathy spooned up tight against me, right in my
lap. I lifted my head and kissed her on the neck, trying to tell her it was
ok.  She snuggled even deeper and tighter into me.  I had shifted position
when I first realized what she was doing and now her head was pillowed by
my left arm.  Her slender legs were up tight against each of mine.  My
right arm was folded and reached over her, trapping her, and protecting her
from the coolness of the night air.

   It was the feel of her bare legs against mine that caused it.  My cock
began to stiffen and take on a life of its own.  I wondered how she would
react to it poking her hard in the back.

   She did react.  With a casual motion she reached between us, grabbed my
cock at the base with a handful of underwear, and spread her legs to pull
it down between them.  She then closed her legs, tightly trapping it
against her warm crotch with the head just sticking out in front of her.  I
didn't know what to do then.  I couldn't sleep with my cock beginning to
throb, and I didn't want to move away from Kathy either.

   I guess she couldn't sleep either now.  Her hand sort of flopped down to
rest with her palm against the head of my cock, trying to act casual.  She
then squeezed and then paused, to see how I would react.

   I didn't know what to do.  She knew what my cock looked like, and I was
sure that she had learned from watching her mother what it did.  I couldn't
hurt to let explore a little more.  I could always stop if it went too far.

   I held her tight and pushed my hips forward pushing my cock further out
between her legs.  My hard cock was straining against the normally loose
and stretchy fabric of my bikini underwear, and was starting to hurt a
little.  She squeezed her hand again, but harder this time, and then
explored the softness of the head.  Then her thumb and forefinger circled
my cock below the head and squeezed it, feeling its hardness.  I moaned
softly then caught my breath, realizing what I had just done.

   Encouraged, Kathy gripped the whole end and squeezed.  My breath
whooshed out.  She took this as a sign to inexpertly begin rubbing and
pumping it.  She even spread her legs slightly to give her hand access to
almost half of its length.  Her other hand was touching it too.  The fabric
of my white cotton underwear was already stretched so tight over the head
that my cock was already super sensitive.

   We had gone way too far in a matter of two seconds, but we were already
too far to stop.  I didn't realize how morally weak I was.

   I pulled my right hand back over her arm, slid it down her undershirt
covered side, down across her panty covered butt, and gripped her perfectly
smooth thigh.  Then I slid it back up the inside and gripped her hips and
pulled her tight as I thrust my pelvis against her butt, thrusting my cock
as far between her legs as I could go.  All too soon I began to cum.  My
body clenched around her and I could feel my cock pulse in her hands.  I
felt so strong to be wrapped around such a young beautiful girl.  After a
minute, my body completely relaxed.  Kathy sensed that it was over and
relaxed too.  I felt a coldness at the end of my cock and realized my
underwear probably didn't contain much of my cum.  I felt Kathy rub her
hand against the front of her underwear to clean it.  I knew I should clean
up, but it felt too good to stay and cuddle her.  I planned to get up in a
few minutes.  Soon, we both must have fallen asleep.

   We must have slept soundly.  Then next thing I heard was the door
opening.  I jumped out of bed.  Dawn stood there and looked at me, at my
cum stained underwear, and at her daughter, all in the same bed.  She
started to scream.  "You BASTARD.  You dirty rotten, stinking, dirty,
BASTARD.  You fucking filthy asshole." She started to hit me.  I grabbed my
clothes and hurriedly started dressing.  Dawn started throwing things at
me. I ignored the stuff hitting me and got the hell out of there.  I felt
terrible and didn't know what to do.  I did stop in front of the hotel and
I paid for the next night.  I drove home in a hurry, scared half to death.
I began to calm and reason things out.  I couldn't get in too much trouble.
I hadn't raped Kathy, and I doubt Dawn would want too much trouble with the
police or child services.  If it came down to my word against a drug user
with a record, I wasn't too worried.  Still, she could cause a lot of
trouble for me.

   I expected the cops to show up at any time that day and I put my
lawyer's number on speed dial.  No cops came and even though it was Sunday,
I went to work and tried to forget the situation.  That evening I wondered
several times if Kathy was ok.  I knew I would never see her again.  None
of this was her fault, but I couldn't risk getting involved any further.

   The next morning I was beginning to feel even safer.  I went to work and
tried to keep busy.  About noon I called my machine at home to get any
messages.  One message was a child's voice.  It was Kathy.  She was asking
me to call her and she gave a number.  My automatic answering machine said
that she had called an hour before.  I called the number and there was no
answer until it kicked over to the hotel operator.  I asked, "Is there a
little girl there named Kathy?" The operator immediately said yes and asked
me to hold.  Kathy came on the line and sniffled like she had been crying.
She asked, "Can you come help me?" My heart said that I had to save her.  I
said, "Hang on.  I'll be there in ten minutes."

   I arrived at the hotel and Kathy sat in the lobby with a single garbage
bag of clothes.  She ran to my arms and I hugged her with all my soul.  I
didn't realize how strongly I felt toward her because of the fear her
mother had caused.  The lady at the desk, seeing us embrace, seemed
relieved.  I sat Kathy back down, brushed her hair and tears from her eyes,
and went over to ask the lady at the desk what happened.

   The rent had run out and they had found the girl alone in the room.  I
asked if she knew where the mother was.  It seems that the night before
Dawn had checked on the status of the rent and knew that it would expire
the next day.  Dawn had then tried to find out anything she could about me,
but the staff didn't give out any information.  I was glad for that.

   I went over to where Kathy sat and asked her how she got my phone
number. Kathy said, "Mom came back to room after going up front.  She
looked in the telephone book and wrote down this number." She handed me a
piece of paper with big bold numbers on it.  Kathy continued, "Then mom
cried a lot and wouldn't tell me why, then she left like always, but took
her bag with her." I began to suspect what was going on, but it was too
incredible to believe.  I wanted to take care of Kathy, but I was afraid of
Dawn.  The right thing to do was to wait for her mother to come back.  I
talked to the desk lady and negotiated to rent the room for a week.  I
would spend any amount of money to take care of Kathy, or possibly smooth
things over with Dawn.  That taken care of, I turned to Kathy asked her
when she had eaten last.  She said she had finished the chicken yesterday.

   Well, that was just unacceptable.  I took her to a nearby restaurant
that had good hot food.  As soon as she finished we went shopping at the
supermarket.  The hotel room had a tiny refrigerator so we bought milk,
healthy cereal, snacks, some fruit, chips, cheese, and of course, some
cookies.  I began to worry that we had been gone from the hotel too long.
It was stupid of me to have been caught in bed with Kathy.  It would be
really stupid of me to have kidnapping added to the charges.

   Dawn was not at the hotel when we got back.  I had Kathy go to the room
and check.  So I brought the groceries in.  I didn't have a chance to ask
Kathy before, but I was worried about what Dawn might be thinking.  I asked
Kathy what she had told her mom after I had left.  Her mom hadn't talked
much, but Kathy had told her all about how we had talked, and went and got
ice cream, and played cards all night.  Kathy looked up shyly at me and
said, "I told her how much I really liked you." She didn't say this like a
child to an adult.  She said it like she was confessing to a boyfriend.  It
went straight to my heart nonetheless.  I sat down and held out my arms to
hug her.  All fear of her confession disappeared from her face, and she
fell into my arms.  I hugged her and then kept holding her.  I had one last
question.  "Did your mother look over your body at all?" Kathy leaned back
with a confused look and said, "No.  She acted like nothing at all had
happened." I was a little confused myself.

   Maybe I should have left.  But the idea of leaving Kathy alone was
unbearable.  The idea of not being with her also left me with a lump in my
throat that was hard to swallow.  I liked her a lot and she filled a lonely
place inside me.  I almost felt like I was starting to fall in love, like
she was an adult.  But, she was just a child and that was impossible.  I
left her for a few minutes and went down to the store and bought some board
games.  We spent the afternoon playing Risk, Clue, and Battleship.  When it
started to get dark, I knew that I had better leave.  I had been pushing my
luck.  I gave Kathy my cell phone number on a tiny piece of paper and told
her to call me, but not give it to her mother.

   I was still on the road when it rang.  Kathy just wanted to talk some
more.  We never talked as adult to child.  I treated her as an equal and a
friend.  At one point she asked if we could be naughty again.  Suddenly, I
had a frog in my throat.  I didn't answer her.  I changed the subject,
asking about boys at school.  A little later she told me how wonderful it
had felt that night and how she always thought about it and wanted to do it
again.  By then I was home and fixing myself a drink.  I knew how she felt,
and I wanted to tell her so much.  I was quiet; thinking.  Mercifully, she
changed the subject and started talking about how much fun we had together.
We talked for over hour, often saying we wish we were together right then.
She again brought up the subject of sex.  She asked straight out, "Can I
see your penis again?" She sounded so mature calling it a penis.

   This time I responded.  I asked in a serious voice, "Have you ever seen
a penis before mine?"

   She giggled and said, "No.  Not in real life.  I've seen lots of
pictures and statues, but none that stick out straight like yours does. 
But I guess it has to be stiff if you are going to stick it in me."

   I nearly spilled my drink.  I was stunned speechless.  My body wasn't
and the hunger and heat in my crotch exploded.  She was just an eager and
sexy voice on the phone.  It must have been pure lust and stupidity that
made me whisper, "Yes; you can see it again."

   I quickly asked if she would be ok alone, and told her to call me if she
needed anything.  I finished the conversation by saying, "I promise I'll
see you in the morning.  Goodnight beautiful." and I hung up.  I had made
two promises.  You can't break a promise to a child.  They have so little
control over their environment that a promise means everything.  It means
they can trust someone in the world.  Besides, if you break a promise to a
child, there is nothing they can do about it.  That makes it hurt ten times
more.

   I didn't sleep very well that night.  I masturbated several times, but
it wasn't enough, because I knew that the person I was fantasizing about
wanted me too, and was only a short drive away.  I knew it was wrong to
fantasize seriously about a little girl.  I couldn't stop myself.  I wasn't
really fantasizing about little girls.  My fantasies were about Kathy. 
And, most of the fantasies were about just being together.  But some of it
was erotic.

   The first night we had together was an accident.  But, I couldn't help
but imagine helping her to explore her sensuality and to enjoy her body.  I
wanted to teach her and I would learn again what it felt like to feel the
excitement of discovery.  I wanted to give her the gift of an unselfish
lover.  I wanted to be the one who touched her fresh, eager body.  I wanted
to taste every inch of her body.  I also imagined her hands exploring me
and running up and down the places I hid from the world.  I wanted to see
her fascination as she learned what books could not teach.



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