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Two of Hurricane Katrina's Little Evacuees - Chapter 1

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Being an experienced independent relief-support volunteer and licensed
radio operator, I thought I was prepared for anything.  Two little black
girls orphaned as a result of Hurricane Katrina weren't on any of my
lists to be ready for, but were lovingly taken care of when I was
offered their future.  That future drove us closer together and me
further into dangerous ground that men my age usually went to jail for
despoiling.

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Little Evacuees, Copyright 2008 by 'Rewdius'

When the call came in, which I knew it would, my radio-truck was already
headed through the Southeastern side of San Antonio on IH-10, Eastbound
toward New Orleans.  This was my twelfth trip to provide anonymous help,
my experience, emotional detachment and technology of little comfort to
lots of faceless people during yet another terrible natural disaster.

Had I known what type of reward I would be receiving this trip, I might
have considered not going, such a major change in my life potentially
unwelcome.  Those two black preteen damsels couldn't have imagined their
white hero in his high-tech 425 horsepower portable communications box
truck was on his way to rescue them from despair and doom.

I wouldn't have believed I could fall so easily for two abandoned little
girls that had no relation to me or my race, nor had any idea that we'd
share things that their 'crack ho' mommy had so willingly done with any
man that had enough money for a quick 'fix'.

That Old French coastal city was my next destination, no recognition
needed, nobody interested in who was providing them help and lots of
desperate people assisted with no motive other than altruism.

Everything I could possibly need or want to re-establish emergency
communications was already onboard my nice rig, including candy for the
littlest victims.  It wasn't on the Red Cross's long list of emergency
supplies, but they couldn't stop me from creating a few smiling faces by
offering it, even if one or two might need an extra trip to the dentist
in a year or two.

The owner of the candy company distributorship liked to be involved in
some small way and enjoyed making a few of his unknown 'customers'
smile.  Of course, his company's name emblazoned on each of the small
pieces of joy didn't hurt, either.  Smart marketing.  Tax deductable
too!

Being retired and a licensed radio operator, my skills and hardware
provided the various civil and governmental agencies the help they
needed, and it came with no cost whatsoever.

Very few people would know who I was or about all of my technological
marvels, with the greatest exception being one desperate young mother.

There was literally a ton of high tech gadgetry with me and my lucky
four leaf clover in my wallet, so I found the highest ground that looked
stable about a mile away from all the other emergency vehicles and
bright lights, and quietly set up shop where nobody would bother me or
get in the way.

Nobody noticed me arrive with the requisite registrations clearly listed
in small print on the side of the box, but unless someone was genuinely
looking for it, they wouldn't interpret my visit as an opportunity to
make music requests or see if they could do a 'shout-out' to one of
their 'homies' or 'girlfriends'.

With absolutely no fanfare at all, I got my rig setup with more wires
and gizmos on top than a police cruiser.  My position was reported to
the right people, I announced my intentions to the city, parish, state
and other federal authorities, and I was again on the air.

Now that my truck and all its equipment were online and working to the
quiet hum of my portable power system, all I needed to do was sit back
and make sure everything kept working as I had wordlessly promised.

After an hour had passed with my butt parked quietly in my comfortable
computer chair, my first visitor showed up truck with an expression of
desolate horror.  He looked old enough to tell Moses which way the
promised land was, his time hardened face and deeply furrowed brow
making him seem much more gruff or angry than he truly was.  The only
thing he asked of me was if I knew of someone that could get a message
to his daughters in Atlanta, his voice so soft and timid I would have
expected him to be afraid to ask for a cup of water or a handshake.

He must have assumed something that looked like 'space central' from a
distance might be able to get a message to his family, his gentle request
tainted with disbelief that he could call them on his own right then.

Poor old guy!  He appeared to be so traumatized in a bewildered daze
when he dialled a familiar sequence of ten digits, his smile growing
tremendously once he heard the comforting voice of his youngest daughter
utter the single word, 'Hello?'.

The poor guy actually started to cry right there in front of me, a sense
of relief filling him and his distant clan.  It made all the hard work
seem worth it to watch him smile and wipe his tears away, that single
phone call doing more for him than all the other relief work agency
volunteers could offer.

Once his phone call was complete with eyes full of tears, I shook his
hand firmly, filled it with some candy and then bid him goodbye and good
luck.  That was the last I saw of him, his filth stained pants and soggy
shoes carrying him back toward the relief caravan over a mile away.

I knew to keep a fairly low profile, not hanging any signs or emergency
beacons all over my truck like the glory hogs and media hounds did,
begging for all the air-play they could get to justify their existence.

Mine was truly a humanitarian effort, paid for by funds I received from
a very large and ongoing insurance settlement.  My wife and handsome
young son would have been proud of me and pleased with all my efforts to
help out so many other people when I could.  It's too bad it took the
loss of the two most important people to me in the world for others to
benefit from my very expensive vehicle and equipment, but the constant
change of scenery and gratification it brought made the loss of my
darling wife and son seem a little less painful.  It also didn't allow
me to sit at home and dwell on their absence, wallowing in my own misery
instead of doing something worthwhile for someone I didn't know and
might never meet.

Over the next two weeks, I received supplies from a few National Guard
helicopter crews, thankful for my efforts.  My personal stores were
quickly restocked to overflowing and able to keep me going for another
month with food, water, fuel, health apparatus, personal toiletry goods,
clothes, linens and even some rather nice reading material.

Once the volunteer power, telephone, radio and TV station crews got most
of their more 'permanent' temporary stationary equipment and ground
power units set up, I began handing off to each of them one at a time.
My only visitor just before I shut my system down was a rather skinny
and sickly looking young black woman, two little girls in tow.  The
older girl looked to be about eight and the younger one six.

"Mister?"

"Yes?"

"I . . . I need you to do some-fin for me."

"If you need to make a phone call, then you're just in time.  I was
about to shut the phone system down.  Wanna make a call?"

"Yeah!"

While she made her calls, I secured the last of the unused antennas on
the top of the truck.  When she finished, she looked visibly relieved.

"Uh . . . Mister?"

"Yes?"

The longer she stood in front of me, the less likely it seemed that she
could do anything except stagger.  She was so skinny and looked so ill
that I was convinced I might have to call one of the Red Cross personnel
over to help her make her way back to reality.

"When I wuz standin' in line before, the Red Cross lady told a woman in
front of me that they wuz gonna be givin' away free one way tickets to a
few folks, along wiff some cash and clothes, so whoever wanted to start
they life over again, all they had to do was take it.  The only thing
wuz . . . "

Her eyes dropped to the pavement in front of her, her shame becoming
evident before the words left her mouth.

" . . . they couldn't have no chillin's wiff 'um.  The religious people
helpin' wuz only givin' this stuff away to single folk wiff no kids."

The quiet little eight year old never looked at the rather gaunt and
shabbily dressed woman's face, her own appearance less than acceptable
for most children in modern society.  The six year old also remained
surprisingly quiet, holding the eight year old's hand and working the
business end of an old pacifier between her lips like mad.  It seemed
odd for a girl that age to still be sucking on a pacifier, but I had no
business making personal judgments.

"I know I ain't been the best mommy for my girls, but since they ain't
got a regular daddy around and they ain't likely to see one come walking
up right quick, I need to find 'em one so's I can make a new life for
myself.  You see, I gots to get away from the powder and the crystal.
They killin' me and I cain't get free unless I gets far away from this
place.  They ain't nobody left in my family and I don't want my girls to
go to some mean and nasty foster home or orphanage or worse, to one of
them little girl sellers.  You see, I been checkin' on you wiff a few of
the other folks, and they say you's alright."

The depth of what she was about to offer me began to sink in.  Reality
came crashing down around my ears as I gazed at two defrocked angels,
one dark chocolate and the other a smooth creamy latte.

"IIIII don't think you realize what you're asking me to do.  Why don't
you just take your beautiful little girls back to the relief shelter and
find someone there to help you?"

"Cuz they ain't gonna help a drug ho wiff two little bastard cunnies.
They gonna make my life Hell if they find out I been tryin' to dump 'em
off and I gotta get outa here.  I just cain't take none-a this no more.
I love 'em and all, but if you don't take 'em, I'm gonna sell 'em, so
you got's to take 'em.  It's what's best for 'em."

I stood in absolute horror as the depth of her intent sank in.  She most
likely would sell them to some child prostitution ring in order to stay
alive, the poor unsuspecting waifs nothing more than entertainment for
some sick bastard until their short lives got snuffed out painfully.

All that escaped my mouth was a single word, my intelligence severely
lacking at the moment and her perception that I had any a few minutes
before in serious doubt.

"Uhhhhh . . . "

"Here's they birth certificates, social security papers and some medical
records I could git before I gots throwed out-a my place.  I don't care
what you do wiff 'um.  I juss gotta go."

She stuffed a paper bag with a crumpled jumble of papers inside my left
hand and then relinquished the eight year old's hand from her left into
my right.  She never even looked down into her daughters' eyes before
turning the other way and practically running to claim her chance at a
new life.

The three of us stood motionless in the growing darkness for another
minute, their mother out of sight among the throngs of desperately
wretched over a thousand yards away when I began to have a conscious
thought again.

Then it came to me!  'I' could take them to the relief shelter when I
left and declare that I found them wandering around aimlessly, nobody
around to claim them or take responsibility for their well being.

Having collected what I thought were my wits, I lifted the six year old
into my arms and directed the silent eight year old around to the front
passenger door of the cab.  It wasn't even a slight effort to hoist the
youngest into the cab, her small frame so easy to manipulate through the
open door that I wondered if she might survive beyond this disaster.

Once inside, she turned around and looked anxiously for her older
sister, also lifted into the protection of the sturdy metal box.  It
seemed the only thing either of them were interested in was the company
of her sibling, both of them considerably more relaxed once they were
sitting down next to each other.

With them sitting on the passenger side floor of my cab, I provided
ample supplies for them to feast on before I resumed my breakdown
activities, plenty of the earlier donated foodstuffs now finding a
welcome set of hands and passing quickly between very hungry lips.  The
enthusiasm of their activities made me think they hadn't eaten properly
in days.

Their attention was so focused on the water bottles, sandwiches, bags of
chips and various other unheated food, they never noticed me shutting
everything down.  I returned to the front of the truck about fifteen
minutes after the two young visitors were handed more food than they had
seen in days and saw something that ripped my heart out and tightened my
throat.

The six year old was cradled in the eight year old's arms, both fast
asleep and laying down with their heads toward the passenger door.  I
didn't have the heart to disturb them but needed to provide them a more
comfortable resting place, so I walked around the truck, entered the
back of the equipment box, stepped in and secured the doors.  Once
inside, I prepared two cots and sleeping bags so the girls could have a
bit more comfort during their gentle slumber and I could still have a
place to snore.

Once everything was prepared, I needed to be sure they didn't ruin my
place with the acrid smell of pee.  I carefully lifted the six year old
out of her sister's arms with a few quiet moans of disapproval and
readied her to use the potty.

Exhibiting the tenderness of a doting father, I carefully tugged her
baggy and dirty shorts and panties down, lifted her onto the cool
plastic ring and waited.  Just like clockwork, her body recognized this
position and with a rather indelicate attempt, sprayed the inside of the
plastic pot with her slightly pungent offering.  I wiped her plump
little carmel colored pud, dropped the tissue into the bowl and lifted
her free.

She never woke as I lay her back down and wiped between her legs from
asshole to clitty with a disposable soapy wipe from the large white
plastic bucket I kept nearby.  Her body probably hadn't seen soap for
over a week and a half, but thankfully she didn't have any open sores or
significant irritation as I carefully worked the strong piece of soapy
tissue where it would do the most good.

After her pee-stained panties and dirty shorts were returned to their
upright and locked position and a donated white sheet inserted inside
each of my clean sleeping bags, I put her on top of the rather comfy cot
and returned to the front of the cab for her two-year senior sister.

It was as if I had been taking care of little girls all my life, their
bodily functions attended to delicately and quite therapeutically.  I
took no liberties with either of them, lest the authorities desire to
relieve me of my property and my freedom to boot.

Both of their undersides were now dry, clean and adequately covered, so
I returned them to their earlier condition, the eight year old laying on
her back and the six year old taking solice in her older sister's arms.
I was finally able to settle down for my last night in far Northwest New
Orleans after turning off the inside cab lights.

With it dark inside the radio room in the back of the truck, I felt
comfortable enough to take my pants and shirt off and get ready to climb
into my very familiar and quite comfortable cot, my body soon to be
snugly inside the sleeping bag and my head resting on a fluffy pillow
once again.

I shifted the cots together before getting into mine, making sure there
was no way either of them might fall out between us if they turned too
far.  The last thing I did was to check on the girls, keeping the open
sides of the sleeping bags facing each other.  With one last caress
along the back of the six year old inside their sleeping bag, I
retrieved my right hand and closed my eyes.

The sound of intermittant helicopter flyovers and emergency generators
in the distance kept me awake for only a few minutes, the distinct
popping of the metal plates as my own emergency diesel electrical
generator cooled down and the gentle breathing of my two guests helping
me to finally fall asleep.

Some time during the night, I helped the six year old go pee, my sleep
disturbed only enough that I could do the job and not have to think
about it too much.  Now I knew why parents of young children always
seemed to look exhausted.

I distinctly remember her arms tightly hugging my neck as I carried her
the few feet to the potty, my skin being heated by the half consumed air
coming from her tiny nose, the memory of the warmth in my cot and
sleeping bag having very little to compare with this new sensation.

A combination of my sleep-induced memories of my wife and the six year
old's warmth stirred my soul with an all new perspective that I'd not
felt for quite a while.  This sensation had more embedded in it than the
comfort of two people close to each other.  It stung my brain for a
moment, reality piercing the night as I felt her grasp around my head
and then the sound of her whimper after she settled deep into my grip.
I had to genuinely think about where I was and who I was with.

Her bum hadn't been positioned on the seat more than five milliseconds
before she added yet more liquid to the contents.  Whatever had polluted
my mind a few seconds before was now gone, the normal requirements of a
small child as she sat looking up at my face through tired and winsome
eyes having a greater effect on me than anything I could have imagined.

She did her bit and I did mine to her puffy cunny from her sphyncter to
her clitty, certain to slip just a fraction of the tip of my finger in
the tight fold of her labia so she would be adequately clean.  We were
laying back down in our respective sleeping bags less than half a minute
later.

Before she settled, she shucked her shorts and her top and tossed them
outside her cot, the empty garments flying past my head and landing
somewhere toward the cab.  It was at that moment I was glad I had closed
the lid to the portable pot.

A few groans and creaks erupted from my cot as it finally began to
support my weight, my body facing the girls.  Before I had my eyes
closed for more than a few seconds, I felt a tiny hand work its way
inside my sleeping bag, an arm and the rest of a little six year old's
body soon to follow.  With absolutely no fear at all, she shifted her
way toward me and then against my body inside my sleeping bag until the
back of her her head was pressed along my chest, her plump ass pushing
rather ardently into my hips.

With no genuine evil intent, my right arm journeyed around her hip and
held her tummy, the tip of my pinky resting over the elastic band of her
panties.  For the briefest of moments, my mind raced with thoughts of
slipping just a little lower and cupping the plump resilience of her
little developing girlhood, a long forgotten recollection when I was but
a young boy spilling forth.  Whatever thought cascaded across my brow
was lost when she pulled my hand tightly into her body, took a deep
breath and sighed, her intentions meant to establish comfort instead of
sexual curiosity.

Rather than repeat what I had done when I was much younger and possibly
get caught with my hand inside a little girl's panties in the process, I
tugged her tightly into me and settled in for a few hours of blissful
rest.  My mind finally cleared of all evil thoughts and was soon filled
with images of my future in a different reality, a little girl of my own
hungering for relaxed contentment while she slept.  I'd held my late son
like this when he was a toddler, his heat matching my newest sleeping
companion's and bringing back a flood of memories.

Her soft breathing was her dormant chant and I quickly fell asleep once
again right behind her.  It felt unusually comfortable holding her close
to me, our snug bodies generating tremendous heat.  It seemed as if my
holding her close was something she craved and eagerly accepted.

Missing her sibling after she stirred, the eight year old awoke to
desolate isolation, her hand reaching around inside the extents of her
sleeping bag until she also found my left arm inside mine.  In less than
ten seconds, she ALSO shucked her top and shorts and wiggled her way to
my side of our cots.

Since the front of my body already had ONE occupant, the still nameless
eight year old decided HER unspoken plan was better than either her
sister's or mine.  She pushed against my right shoulder until I was
laying on my back with the six year old tucked tight into my left side,
her back remaining on the warmth of the sheet-covered sleeping bag.

Just as my shoulder was being gently forced backward, my right hand
disconnected from the six year old's tummy and my left arm remained
under her neck, my left hand holding her tummy and the tips of my
fingers WAY too close to her plump yonni.  The eight year old then
climbed over her sibling and lay right on top of me, her hips pressed
into mine and the side of her face centered right over my chest.  It was
as if she had done this a hundred times to her daddy or some other man,
her actions determined and confident.

In my sleep I was unable to control the involuntary stimulus of a warm
human female pressing her hips into mine, my dick throbbing and slowly
filling with blood with each heartbeat.  Once I was aware of a welcome
sexual sensation, I panicked, started to do multiplication tables in my
head and then began to recite the dozens of frequencies for the most
frequently used air, fire, ambulance, police and marine bands, picturing
anything distressing I could think of at the moment.

It was painfully apparent that my newest snuggle partner wasn't fully
aware of what that portion of a man's body was for, her little thighs
parting and her hips wiggling harder into mine as if she was trying to
center herself, her clitty right over my pubic bone and being forced
into my body with slow determination.

As hard as I tried to subdue the intense stimulation by pulling her body
slightly higher, I grew aware of her continued gyrations into me with
the front of her yonni, her tiny and tender clitty getting a thorough
and immoral workout against the hardness of my pelvic bone.  She seemed
to be unaware of her actions, an ever quickening downward thrust into me
almost too much to bear, lots of subdued expressions of naive passion as
she maintained a steady and resolute series of bucks into my hips.

Fortunately for me, she was much more tired than aroused, her thrusts
decreasing in intensity as her breathing deepened.  In two minutes, she
satisfied her needs but left me in a sexual frenzy and an underwear
constricted hardon that was being hugged by the front of her thighs.

I don't know how long I lay awake with a genuine stiffy desperately
seeking some place nice and warm to rest inside, but I was no longer
able to focus on my need for rest.  The only thing on my mind right then
was finding some way to reduce my heightened need to eliminate the
intense desire to fuck something.

Fortunately, my tired 'upper' head took over for my aroused lower one
after most of the blood and hormones left the aroused lower member, my
eyes finally closed and my attention averted to slumber.  I stayed in
that same position for the remainder of the night, my left hand cupping
the six year old's body and my right hand resting on the eight year
old's lower back.

As was typical of my nights, the sun seemed to rise much quicker than it
had passed, the darkness eventually broken by an ever brightening sky.

In the light of the growing dawn, the eight year old moved as carefully
as she could off my hips and made her way to the potty, filling the cab
with the distinct sound of urine against hard plastic.

As she had done hundreds of times before all by herself, she wiped
herself dry and as if she'd done it with the same frequency, she then
returned to my cot, finding me facing away from her little sister and
the open side of our sleeping arrangements.

It wasn't an overt act on my part, but having turned in my sleep while
the eight year old was away, neither of them could take advantage of the
front of my sleeping form and instill any further thoughts of natural
reproductive interest, even if their fun was unintentional.

Once finished, the eight year old carefully climbed back onto the cot,
stepped over her sibling and squirmed her way under the covers in front
of me.  She took up the same position as her little sister did the first
time, the eight year old's back pressed tightly to the front of my body.

This time, it didn't seem as if sleep was what she was interested in!

With her bum pressing hard against my deflated woody she rocked her ass
back and forth a few times to get settled and as usual, my mature body
instinctively reacted.  To be comforted, she tugged my left hand around
her left hip and cupped my hand right over her yonni, totally unaware
that it wasn't permitted.

I hadn't planned on my fingers being pressed into bare skin in my sleep!

She hadn't bothered to put her panties back on, her dirtied underwear
apparently very uncomfortable, my hand much more soothing that filty
fabric.  I remained completely unconscious, instinctively trying to come
to grips with what was happening.  That's when my hand came to grips
with what I had grown accustomed to a few years before, the fullness of
a tender and quite soft shaved pussy against my fingers.

It was an involuntary sexual act from having been married more than it
was an intended pedophilic move with this dark stranger, but it was
still erotic in my dreams nonetheless.  With nobody around to protect
her, my middle finger slowly and mindlessly worked between her tight hot
fold and immediately found her clitty.

With an almost imperceptible motion, I rolled the inside of my finger
back and forth across her nubbin, stimulating her enough for her hips to
twitch a few times and then push into my hand with piqued interest.
When she cupped my hand hard into her body and began to use it to
masturbate herself, I was thrust into awareness.

Once I realized that I wasn't fondling my late wife's cunny in my dreams
but had my hand against the orphaned child instead, I knew I had to
discontinue my wicked participation in this lurid but unintentional sex
act but the sensation was beyond description.  In little more than two
minutes, she was genuinely bucking to a very nice cum, the hard lunges
into my hand with a reduced frequency and intensity telling me that she
had successfully accomplished her goal.  Once she was done and I was
fully awake, I pulled my hand away from her soft and inviting jewel.

I felt guilty because I might ruin this special moment for my unknown
young guest, possibly her first sexual adventure with a man taking place
without the benefit of a romantic dinner, a nice movie and some dancing.

Knowing I could get into tons of trouble if anyone found out that I been
party to her masturbating herself with my finger, I pushed my mouth down
over her left ear and softly whispered to her.

"I'm not supposed to do that Honey.  You and your sister need to go lay
down in your own bed, okay?"

With incredible resolve, I removed my hand from her plump yonni and
almost emaciated frame, certain that I had scared her but strangely
satisfied.  I rolled over only to be eye-to-eye the six year old, now
awake and looking right back at me.  There was only one way out of this
predicament and I had to act fast.

"Do you need to go pee now Honey?"

She nodded much as before, smiling behind her pacifier.  I got out of my
cot, immediately retrieved my jeans and turned my back to them, not
wanting to expose myself to either of them with my cock tenting my
shorts quite impressively.

I stood shaking and trying to pull my jeans on after consumating my
first unconscious pedophilic act with an eight year old, certain that I
was soon to be found dead!

With my body at least partially covered, I picked the six year old up as
the naked eight year old watched my every move, certain to keep tabs
where my hands and fingers travelled over her little sister.  What
surprized me was how completely at ease the eight year old was with her
body uncovered, my view of her coffee colored naked form not adequately
impaired by the white sheet or the olive drab sleeping bag still tucked
under her ass.

Just as I had the last time she went pee, the little one's panties were
drawn down her slender limbs and she was lifted to the relative comfort
of the plastic ring, her aural contribution confirmation that her liquid
one was going where it was supposed to.  With a gentle dab between her
lovely creamy thighs, her puddy was dried and she was laying flat on the
slightly worn carpet so I could make sure she was wiped clean.

Her underpants were drawn back up and her little form returned to her
unclothed sister's side of my cot, both of them looking right at me.
That's when I knew I wasn't going to be able to sleep any longer, so it
was time to find out whose lives I was now responsible for.  A single
one watt LED lamp was switched on just over the top of the radio
equipment, blasting the area with an incredibly brilliant white light.

I sat on my radio chair at the head of the cots and opened the
nondescript brown paper bag provided by their mother, retrieved a
handful of crumpled and slightly dirty pages and reviewed what I had
found.  It took a few minutes to organize them into some form of logical
order, separating them into two piles on the worktable to my right as I
faced the girls, both of my guests identities becoming apparent.

During my investigations, the eight year old shifted her position toward
me, lay her head on my right knee and touched my left leg with her small
right hand, her fingers draped dangerously close to my now constrained
woody.  She was either extremely provocative or terribly naive for her
age, playing with some torn threads along the inseam of my jeans.
Fortunately, it wasn't my intention to find out which.

As I unfolded and straightened each piece of paper, the eight year old
began to softly play with the loose strings along the inside of my thigh
with her little fingers and thumb, making it extremely difficult for me
to remain focused.  Fortunately, my jeans adequately restrained my
animal and prevented her from making an accurate determination of what
might be tucked safely within and well out of harms way along the inside
of my left leg.

The first collection of papers was then reviewed, the eight year old's
identity coming into focus as I gleaned everything I needed from the
jumbled and previously disorganized mess.

Kalitha Monroe Williamson, born April 21st, 1997, father 'unrecognized'.
Nice way of saying the cowardly prick didn't want to take responsibility
for the wonderful creation he had helped to generate.

Shalaya Damitra Williamson, born August 3rd, 1999, father also
'unrecognized'.  Yet another child without the male side of her family
tree intact and the six year old's birthday recently celebrated.

I felt sorry for the poor little girls, neither of them having a daddy.

Now that I knew their names, it was time to introduce myself.

"Kalitha and Shalaya, my name is Kevin Lacandrew.  You can call me Kevin
or 'Kev', okay?"

"Okay Kev!"

Kalitha smiled broadly and sat straight up, sitting with her legs
splayed open far too wide for an eight year old little girl not wearing
any clothes.  The silly thing had absolutely NO modesty whatsoever!

Shalaya also smiled behind her pacifier and sat up, her much lighter
colored skin not contrasting quite as much against the stark white
fabric under her bum as she positioned herself to be more comfortable.

"Would you girls mind if I gave you each a nickname?"

Their smiles faded immediately, unsure if a big white man would create
some indelicate and possibly crude reference to the significant
difference in our outer bodies' appearance.

"How about Kay and Shay?  Can I call you that?"

Their smiles returned instantly, with bonuses.  Kay flung herself onto
my lap and pressed her naked hips as far forward as she could onto my
right thigh, her arms trying desperately to encircle me.

Shay looked anxiously into my face, unsure if SHE could also obtain some
form of physical comfort.  I smiled at her and reached toward her with
my left hand, my right around Kay's back.  Shay wiggled her way close
enough for me to help her sit on my left leg, her lower limbs split by
my cloth covered leg.  The moment Shay was comfy, Kay began to speak.

"Thanks Kev.  I like THAT nickname.  I'm glad my mommy let us stay with
you.  You're nice!"

Reality came slamming hard back into my face.  These two were soon to be
wards of the state of Louisiana, so anything that I did with them would
have repercussions if I had any more 'unconscious' adventures with
either of them or got careless.

Wanting to keep my freedom and begin heading back home to West Texas, it
was time to feed them, dress them and take them to the recovery teams
little more than a mile away.  At least I had the decency to keep my
future plans quiet.

There was no need to make their stay with me less than enjoyable, a
temporary vacation and adventure something that might make the disaster
less traumatizing.  They already had to contend with the loss of their
home, their mother and any kind of future where they had been born.

"How about if we got something to eat, ladies?  I'm hungry!  Unless you
want some tickles!"

As soon as the word 'tickles' spilled out, I began wiggling my fingers
into their backs and sides with complete abandon, sending them both into
loud squeals and peels of laughter.  Kay kept hugging me tighter and
tighter, forcing her hips hard into me, her little legs shifting up and
down as she tried to contain all the unexpected but welcome physical
stimulation.  The result of all her efforts was to press her plump yonni
harder than she should have into my body, my already provoked woody
rubbed and pushed by the outside of her right knee and straining to be
set free so it could come out and play too.

Shay wasn't nearly as animated as Kay, her enjoyment more subdued and
more permissive.  Even though she wasn't as knowledgable or conscious
about her older sister's effect on me, she was no less interested in her
share of tickles.  Instead of reaching around her body and tickling her
back and far left side, my fingers were tugged into her tummy and chest.
Her six year old body seemed to blossom with all the loving stimulation,
her attitude more jovial and her smile more apparent, even if it was
blocked by her frayed and pale pacifier.

After about a half minute of 'play', I pulled both of their bodies into
mine and hugged them affectionately, probably the first time in their
young lives where someone was even the slightest interested in making
them feel loved and welcome.  It was beginning to get more difficult for
me to remain impartial and not become attached to both of my newest
'friends', their future to be dictated by the governing laws regarding
abandoned children during a time of social stress after a natural
disaster.

To my glee and slight surprize, neither of the girls wanted to break our
loving bond, each of them wanting to hug me with the determination of
little Southern sand crabs.  It felt nice to hold them against me, their
soft warm bodies and silky bare skin filling me with increasing ambition
to try harder to make their lives less difficult and more fulfilled.

"You two hungry yet?  I'm almost ready to start munching on pretty
little girls."

They looked up at my face and blushed, probably aware for the first time
in their lives that someone was genuinely treating them tenderly and
paying them compliments.  The smiles on their faces melted my heart,
making it even more difficult for me to carry out my plan to hand them
off to the local authorities with the same efficiency as I had all the
radio and cell phone resources earlier yesterday.

Once they let me go, they made their way to the floor, Kay completely
uninterested in her clothes, Shay watching as her older sister began
helping me extract both sheets from inside the sleeping bags and folding
them neatly.  It was horribly wrong for me to allow Kay to remain naked
as she helped me put our bedding away, but with her level of enthusiasm
and absolute happiness at being useful, it was easier and less dangerous
to allow her to remain in her natural condition than to point out to her
that she was affording me tremendous opportunities to visually enjoy her
slender form.

As each second ticked by, I was slowly losing any reluctance to their
need for affection, both emotional and physical.  Not having shared the
comforts of a woman since my wife died, my mind was losing a battle that
I shouldn't have been forced into, this lovely little chocolate baby so
pretty and her smooth brown skin so tempting.  I had to think hard to
keep my focus away from her.

When everything was put away and I was about to get off my knees, Kay
again thrust herself into my chest, wrapping her arms around my neck and
pressing her dark form into my bare upper body.  Without any intent, my
right hand fell where it shouldn't have, her tight round bum.  I knew
the instant it happened that I would regret it, taking no overt actions
to either squeeze her pliable flesh or caress her bare skin.

After a few seconds, I needed to change our venue or I'd lose any chance
at maintaining my gentlemanly composure and polite indifference to her
lack of clothing.  It was my more mature young guest that again disarmed
any attempt I might have had regarding crude intentions.

"Thanks for letting me help Kev.  I like to pretend to be your little
girl.  I wish we could play house some more."

My throat tightened immediately, feeling sorry for this little waif and
her younger sister.  How could anyone feel less than compassionate for
two gentle and perfectly innocent angels?  It made their existance seem
incongruous, gentle and demure beauty thrust into a harsh scenario of
tremendous loss and indifferent parents.  It gave me cause for deep
reflection, making me wonder if it would be possible for me to care for
them, my familiarity with fatherhood still keen enough that I could make
a fair attempt at taking care of two children, both girls.

Even as I was wrestling with a decision that I had no right to consider,
my mouth started moving before my brain had been entirely put to use,
words falling from between my lips that must have surprised them just as
much as they did my own ears.

"I'm beginning to wonder if I SHOULD let you be my little girls.  I
kinda like having two little girls around to help and keep me company."

Upon examination of my comment, I began to regret giving either of them
any hope that I'd be able to keep them after this morning's repast.
Fortunately, neither of them grasped the concept quickly enough to push
the point, my next actions intended to divert their attention to food.

"I've got a whole bunch of neat stuff for a couple of pretty little
girls to eat.  Let's get you both dressed up and then we can get some
neat food!"

My voice uttered the words, but my heart wasn't interested in seeing
them with anything on their tiny frames but the natural tone of soft
dark and lovely carmel colored skin, their tender forms providing me
with greater sexual interest and making my heart beat faster than it had
in quite a while.

It didn't take me long to realize that I was becoming more interested in
them physically and sexually than I was ready to admit at the outset or
should have been as an adult.  It was now so easy to look at their naked
or seminaked bodies that I was beginning to lose any sense of my former
life, my decency and my morality.

From that moment on, either Kay or Shay was practically attached to one
of my hands, the softness of their legs or the warmth of their bare back
or chest a constant reminder of just how intriguing little girls were,
how much love they needed and what I was missing because I no longer had
a child of either gender of my own.

I can remember holding my son when he was a baby and feeling something
akin to what my body was currently telling me, but because his gender
and features were more like mine than his mothers, it seemed even more
improbable that I would touch, caress or fondle him as I had Kay when
she pulled my hand between her slender thighs when we were laying down
earlier.

Kay and Shay were so much like the young girls I knew in school with
their clumbsy antics and gentle mannerisms that I hungered for days long
past.  I began to wonder how many times I could have taken part in a
nervous game of 'doctor' with a number of little girls when I was but a
horny and growing preteen and young teenager.  So many of those lovely
angels thought nothing of offering me their bodies, none of them fully
aware of what the consequences might be should they provide a bolder and
less sensitive boy a chance at sexual fulfillment.  I guess that's why
maturity is only gained through experience and good temperment, the
young quite unable to grasp the realities of life and the old too far
from youth to appreciate how much we've missed.

It was after Kay needed to go potty one more time before getting dressed
that I found myself in somebody elses' body and my hands attached to a
stranger's arms.  As I helped Kay up onto the plastic potty and nestled
her into place, my interests seemed to be slowly and more permanently
altered.  I could actually feel my heart pounding in my chest and the
intense stimulation of adrenaline and testosterone coursing through my
veins as the front of my hands stroked the delicate softness and smooth
warmth of her willing and naive breasts.  The whole while, Kay began to
provide me with an encyclopaedia's worth of useless data about New
Orleans and the storm that had inundated their home.

When she was finished peeing, I did the usual wiping up between her slim
limbs and dropped the tissue into the bowl between her thighs.  But
instead of picking her up and setting her feet to the carpetted floor, I
allowed my right hand to remain between her legs and lightly press
against her puffy cunny, softly caressing her labia back and forth.  She
seemed so lost in her story about how they had to hunker down when the
big winds blew through, Kay never became aware of where my fingers were,
what they were doing and how it had begun to affect both of us.

I was so distracted by the feel of her tender underside that 'I' forgot
where my naughty right hand was for a few moments as she babbled away
nonsensically, her slender labia majora split with each loving upward
insinuation of my digit and both of her soft lips easily distorted by
the lightest impression.  With the world being rebuilt outside the
protection of my box-truck and my mind nowhere near this universe, I
lovingly caressed and explored the soft slit and tender bump of my
dark-skinned visitor, her hairless genitalia a new pleasurable
experience that I could only have dreamed of before that moment.

The sensation of my finger being hugged by the wet warmth of her
chocolate sweetness didn't last for more than a minute or two, but what
a feeling it was!  It was only after Kay giggled and put her right index
finger to her mouth and looked at me coyly that I returned to Earth, Kay
expressing her emotions without filters or apprehension.  I became aware
of just how evil I could be, given adequate provocation.

"That tickles Kev."

I immediately snapped out of my reverie, pulled my nasty finger away
from her snatch and smiled at her nervously, hoping she didn't mention
to anyone that I had touched her naked puddy inappropriately.  To offer
yet another distraction, hopefully one she'd remember more, I began to
wildly wiggle my fingers along her sides until she was giggling and
laughing almost hysterically.  It was such a complete reversal of her
emotional state that she was completely unprepared for the onslaught,
her high-pitched squeals and loud calls for relief echoing within the
confines of my protected radio world.

Shay just HAD to get involved, her small naked feet carrying her to my
side so she could help in tickling her older sister, working her six
year old body in line so SHE could get a few extra tickles and wiggles
as well.  Knowing I had an obligation to make BOTH of them just as happy
as I could, Shay was immediately included, her soft voice and higher
pitched squeals almost an octave up the musical scale.

Wanting to make no distinctions about how much fun I would offer, I
picked Kay up off the potty and wrestled with both of them on the floor
in the middle of the radio room for the next few minutes until they
started to gang up on me, easily finding each and every one of my most
sensitive spots.

They had me at a tremendous disadvantage, four little hands against only
my two.  To disarm the situation, I wrapped my limbs around and hugged
them tight to my body, reducing their ability to gain access to my sides
and also to instill upon their minds that hugs were a meaningful reward
for play time and laughter.

After their laughter and squirming were reduced to a more sedate but
comfortable hug, they both sighed and gave me a slightly tighter hug in
return.  They seemed to be able to express affection far easier than I
had anticipated for how they were raised.

Kay then asked something that almost forced me to respond without any
conscious thought.

"Kev, could me and Shay stay with you for a little while so we can play
house some more like before, and so you can tickle us afterwards?"

I was tempted to answer her immediately, letting her dictate where my
life was going to lead from that moment on.  Instead, I just smiled and
began gathering their clothes.  It took a few more minutes to finish
dressing them, but after a few wayward caresses and lots of cupped
bummies, the job was finally complete.  The morning meal was the next
most important task at hand, the smoothness of their soft hairless
bodies having so much more value than a single plate of food.

I retrieved a number of MRE's (Meals Ready to Eat) that I had received
from the Army National Guard supply team and cranked up my diesel
generator so they could be heated in the microwave.  Even though the
olive drab metalic packages had their own heating apparatus in the
container, I still preferred to use the microwave.  It didn't take as
long and didn't make as much of a mess with all the hot trash afterward.

Both of my guests seemed much more mannered and disciplined than I had
originally given them credit for because of their potential upbringing
and environment.  Even though they most likely had lived a life of pain
and horrible inconsideration, they still had the decency to be polite,
quiet and orderly while they ate in my presence.

When I caught myself caressing both of their thighs as they sat on my
large swivel chair, I knew I was a goner!  I was sitting on the floor
directly in front of them, their meals being finished as the last few
scraps disappeared between giggles and quiet conversation.  The soft
skin on their thighs was like a narcotic, an addictive drug that I
seemed to crave more than my own freedom.  I now realized what other men
saw in little women, young girls willing to please their sexually
curious hosts by allowing gentle fondling and soft caresses.

Neither of my little visitors seemed the slightest apprehensive about
how much or where I touched their bodies, their hands moving the
disposable plates up out of the way when my digits urged between their
thighs until I was softly teasing my fingertips inside the loose fitting
fabric of their shorts.  I'm not sure who was more surprised as I gently
tickled both of them at the leg elastic of their panties for a few
seconds, two nervous but appreciative smiles returned for all my
gentleness.  Knowing what I was doing might set a disquieting precident
in their minds, I pulled my hands back and left them across their knees,
my agitated smile toward each of them expressed as if I knew I was soon
to be in jail.

When the meals were finished, we cleaned up our 'house' and prepared to
clean each other up.  Both of them had already used the potty this
morning, but I still needed to empty my bladder for the first time
today, but how?  I knew I'd be able to convince Shay to go again, since
her bladder wasn't used to holding more than an hour's worth of fluids.
It might work to busy them with minor activities, but I'd have to figure
out a way to relieve myself with them out of visual or aural range.
Time to take control of Shay first!

"Okay young lady.  Now that you've eaten, it's time to go pee!"

Without so much as a flick of her eyelashes, she hopped down off the
chair, walked over to the potty holding my hand and stood with her back
to it, waiting for me to help her.  I knelt down, pulled her shorts and
panties to the floor, Shay lifting each foot high enough to clear the
openings of each garment as her clothes remained where I pushed them and
then I lifted her bum up onto the plastic ring.

With absolutely no care in the world, she looked me straight in the face
as I looked between her thighs, taking in a long evil stare at her full
lipped cunny.  Her legs remained apart the entire time, providing me
ample opportunity to feast visually on her tender form.  It didn't take
very long for her to empty her bladder, still small enough not to
accumulate more than a few seconds worth every hour or so.  Even though
she was already finished, she kept looking up at me as if I could
somehow control the world.

I still had the presence of mind to become aware of her being finished,
pushing my paper filled naughty hand between her splayed legs and up
against her carmel colored naked body.  After dabbing gently a few times
and letting the paper fall helplessly, I urged the back of my fingers
across her pudendum between her labia and asked the now famous question
that all pedophiles love to query their littlest victims in similar
surroundings.  I just wasn't aware that before this morning, 'I' was
also part of that reviled community.

"Are you all dry now Sweetie?"

With the back of my middle finger gently insinuated between her labia
majora, I looked deep into her eyes and waited for the answer I knew to
come.  What I got instead made my insides tumble around like a car
rolling down a steep embankment.

Shay smiled slightly, shrugged her shoulders and looked at her knees but
never closed her legs.  Either she was tremendously embarrassed at what
I had asked her or seemed to enjoy the soft caress being afforded her by
the back of my nasty digit.

Time seemed to stand still as I slowly and gently worked my knuckle
between her tight fold, her intense body heat making my finger feel as
if it might burst into flames any second.  I kept moving my finger back
and forth between her pussy lips, eventually growing bold enough to
shift it forward and high enough to feel her clitty against the soft
area of skin along the second segment of my finger.

Her nubbin seemed just as pleased as it was surprized, her mouth opening
slightly and her eyes widening.  I caught myself yet again taking
advantage of her willingness for me to attend to her basic needs and
molesting her tiny baby body.  Hoping to dissuage her fears, I turned my
hand around, cupped her entire cunny, squeezed once and smiled at her.
While I was smiling, at least ONE of my fingers slowly dipped as far
between her tight fat lips as I could reach.  The whole illicit affair
didn't last for more than five seconds, but seemed to go on for hours in
my mind.

"GOOD!  All done then!"

I lifted her up, lay her down in the same position and location as I did
earlier, picked up the 'wipes' container and extracted one.  She
obediently spread her legs as wide as she could and then pulled her
knees to her tummy, holding them apart so I could clean her up yet
again.  For the first time since she came to me, even after doing this
at least three times before, I could now openly see the wondrous naked
beauty before me since there was adequate light streaming in from the
front of the vehicle.

Her labia majora were full and round, her clitty tightly bound by the
deep cleft of skin and her vaginal opening almost indistinguishable from
the rest of her long little girl slit.  I was clearly able to discern
where her puckered anus was, the darker and tightly muscular rose
further down.  I immediately set out to do a thorough examination of her
feminine features, wanting to mask my actions as a medical examination
rather than what it truly was, pedophilic fondling and molestation.

"Shay, I need to make sure that you're alright down here Honey, okay?  I
don't want you to get an irritation or bad infection because you haven't
taken a bath in a couple of days.  This is the first time I've been able
to look at you down here and I want to make sure everything is alright."

With complete acceptance and utter compliance, Shay looked on as I
teased her pussy lips apart and softly caressed up and down the length
of her slit with my wipe covered fingers.  I delicately ran my slightly
soapy material covered fingertip along her vaginal opening far longer
than necessary, making my way higher up her cleft and closer to her
clitty.

With absolutely no impedence, I pulled her little pussy lips apart where
her clitoris was concealed and saw a little pink bump hiding inside.
With the determination of a research scientist, I carefully ran the wipe
up and down the length of her prepuce a few times until I grew bold
enough to tug back the protective hood and expose a now blood engorged
bump that would soon be someone's favorite playscape.

I secretly wished it could be MINE!

Keeping my attention directly on her body and with a slight frown to
make Shay think I was truly tending to her biological needs rather than
my sexual ones, I set the wipe down on her tummy and used the tip of my
index finger to caress and roll her nubbin around five or six times in
quick succession.  When I saw her hips and upper thighs twitch around
instinctively, I knew I'd impressed upon her the need for additional
tactile stimulation.

I relinquished my grasp of her clitoral hood and nubbin both now bright
red and quietly begging for more delicate touches.  I picked the wipe up
with my left hand and covered my right as I worked my middle finger
along the cleft of her labia until I felt the opening of her vagina.  I
pushed in slightly and got no further as my first digit felt what nature
had placed there to keep nasty things out, including my finger.  With a
few gentle strokes up and down, I added to her repertiore of pleasant
sensations.

With a couple more complete wipes up and down, I removed my fingers and
hands and looked up into her face smiling.  Time to report what I had
actually found.

"Everything's okay down here Shay.  You look all healthy and clean and I
don't see any trace of irritation or infections.  You need to remember
to always wipe yourself real good, though, so your tender underside
doesn't get hurt, okay?"

Her animated nod and serious expression belied the fact that I had again
begun to lay the groundwork for some lucky fool to get caught with his
hand inside her panties and his nasty fingers rubbing her clitty for
hours upon end.

With one last expression of joyful enthusiasm, I leaned my face to her
tummy and began blowing burbles into her bellybutton, keeping my right
hand nestled tightly between her legs just in case she'd let me get away
with yet more immoral fondling.

With her squeals and high pitched laughter, I sucked and blew into her
tummy alternately, keeping her adequately distracted as I used my thumb
to stimulate her clitty and my middle finger to work her vaginal opening
as much as I dared.  To make the scene complete, Kay knelt down next to
my left side and joined in the fun, tickling her little sister's chest
and neck as I continued to play with and fondle Shay's pussy with my
right hand, nicely being blocked by my head from either of their views.

When Shay tightened up slightly and her hips jerked upwards five times
in a rapid series of little bucks, in knew I had accelerated her sexual
education and given her a taste of many more orgasms to come.  Even
though I had never given a 'woman' younger than twenty an oral orgasm
before, I wanted desperately to thrust my face between Shay's thighs and
work her over for hours using my tongue.

With a few more gentle kisses on her tummy, I cupped her cunny with my
hand, wiped her one last time and let her rest.  She seemed even MORE
submissive and demure after that, her mannerisms giving her the
appearance of being drunk.  Well, she was!  Sex drunk!

With absolutely no help from Shay, I pulled her panties and shorts back
on, working them into place until she began to fall asleep, her
reinserted pacifier being worked feverishly between her lips.

"If you're gonna fall asleep on me, I guess I better get that old cot
out, huh?"

She nodded through half slitted eyes, her eyelids heavy and unable to
stay open any longer.  With Kay's help, I set up one cot and sleeping
bag, put Shay on top of it and let her go back to sleep, her post sexual
rest well deserved.

"Kev?"

"Uh huh?  What is it Kay?"

"I think I need to go pee again."

I looked into her eyes and she immediately averted my gaze, aware that
she was more interested in 'fun' rather than liquid elimination.  Now
that I had a taste of immoral sex with a little girl, what would it hurt
for me to tickle and touch her older sister?  If I was going to jail, it
wasn't going to be for any less time if I made Kay happy too.  If she
was as willing for me to 'play' with her and examine her as openly as I
had her little sister, then who was I to refuse?  I smiled at her and
wiggled her nose between my thumb and index finger.

"Okay!  I'll bet you want me to make sure you're not irritated
underneath too, huh?"

Kay shrugged her shoulders once as she looked at her hands in front of
her hips, telling me much more than she realized.

To make this as much fun as I possibly could, I gently tickled her tummy
for a few seconds and held her tight around her lower back, keeping her
close enough that she couldn't back away but not so tight as to scare
her.  Her quiet giggles and gentle wiggles seemed so cute I wanted to
keep it up forever.

There were things I needed to do beyond making little orphaned black
girls happy, so it was time I began to move things along.

I leaned back, sat on my feet and waited to see how quickly Kay would
instigate her need to go pee.  In less than five seconds, she was
looking right into my eyes and working her shorts and panties down her
legs until they hit the carpet, her feet lifted one at a time until her
garments were sitting empty in front of her.

It seemed odd that both of them would let their clothes drop to the
floor and allow me to look unimpaired at their sweet charms.  I didn't
mind and I wasn't about to make a big deal about it.

Holding her along her sides, I lifted and set her onto the cool plastic
ring as if she was completely helpless and unable to do what she'd been
able to since she was four.  I could see the struggle on her face as she
tried to force anything out of her body, nothing within her bladder of
any consequence to be pushed out.  She made a supreme effort to prove
that her request to go pee was geniune, but after more than half a
minute of her struggling, I knew to give her a convenient way out.

"I guess your pee just doesn't want to come out yet, huh Angel?  Would
you like for me to check your underneath first?  Maybe you can go pee a
little bit later."

Her expression changed immediately, her frown gone and her bright smile
returned.  When she nodded and looked down at her knees, I knew that my
assumptions were correct.  I pushed a small square of paper between her
thighs just to keep my actions consistent, dabbed her vulva and dropped
it inside.  I knew what was going to happen next and looked forward to
it more than I realized I might.

Without any prompting, Kay got up off the potty and lay down on her back
in the same position as Shay had, lifted both legs and held them against
her tummy with both hands.  This was the first time I was able to see
Kay's lovely form, my finger's first sensation of her plump lips in the
cot not consistent with her appearance.

Kay was built much more maturely than any little girl I had ever seen,
not that I had seen many.  Her mound was extraordinarily prominent, her
labia majoris absolutely FAT and round, her slit long and deep and her
vagina already leaking a little clear ooze.

"Kay, I need to see if you're alright down here, okay?  Please don't get
mad 'cause I only want to make sure you're alright.  Is that okay,
Honey?"

With her chest heaving up and down, she cracked a nervous smile and
nodded three times back at me.  I shifted my eyes back down to where my
index finger was about to invade her privacy and innocence, her legs
splayed as far apart by her hands as they could go.

She lay still as I worked a wipe out of the plastic tub and then leaned
forward over her hips so I could examine her in tremendous detail.
That's exactly what I did!  I used my left thumb and index finger to
carefully spread her plump lips apart where her aroused vagina was
leaking obvious but not overly abundant lubrication, gently worked the
tip of my middle finger with the soapy wipe across the end until I was
pressing against her hymen.  I pulled my digit away and rearranging the
wipe, making my way upward toward her clitty.

As my right middle finger travelled closer to her most sensitive
errogenous zone, my left thumb and index finger plied her lips apart so
I could eventually see her clitty.  It was just as red as Shay's.

I adjusted my grip of her fat cunny lips and used my thumb and middle
finger to hold them apart while I used the tip of my index finger to tug
her prepuce up.  Her nubbin was a brilliant red and her hips seemed to
be pushing toward my face.  She was breathing so hard she had to open
her mouth.  I instinctively stuck my right index finger in my mouth to
apply adequate lubrication and then proceeded with her examination.

When my right index finger came into contact with her clitoris, Kay
leaned her head all the way back and closed her eyes.  I started in very
slow and soft caresses around the periphery of her nubbin, teasing her
by only brushing against it for short periods of time.  That didn't last
more than half a minute, her hips pushing higher as each second passed.

I lay my index and middle fingers alongside her nubbin and gently
squeezed them together until it felt like I had an adequate grasp,
rocking up and down in short millimeter length strokes.  As each stroke
was complete, I increased the length and pressure until after a whole
minute was gone and I was actually masturbating her eight year old
clitty while her six year old sister was quietly sleeping behind me.

My next 'examination' required her nubbin to be rolled around and
pinched ever so slightly, her reflex actions being tested completely.
After five minutes of constant diddling, I was no longer content with
digital stimulation.  I was far beyond decency and needed to give her
lingual to clitoral stimulation.

I slowly leaned my face lower unobserved until finally, my tongue poked
out between my lips and I was using it to check for proper nervous
responses.  Having cleaned her nicely, her pussy was quite sweet and I
had no difficulty in munching on her cunny for over five minutes.  When
her thighs fell against my ears, I knew she was just as pleased with the
stimulation as I was providing it and Kay hugged my head for the next
half hour, her hips bucking up into my face three different times.

Kay was no longer in control of her actions, her body surrendered long
ago to the wonderful tickling sensations that I was providing, so I
picked her up, carried her to the other end of the cot and lay her down,
leaving her legs hanging over the edge.  I nestled down in front of her
and picked up each of her thighs, placing them over my shoulders and
pushing my face all the way forward until I was again face first against
the softest and most elegant pussy I had ever tongued before in my life.
I sucked, kissed, licked and tongued the poor little girl for the next
hour, never stopping until my tongue hurt too much to continue.

With a few full length licks from her ass to her clitty, I bid her
lovely pussy goodbye with a few soft kisses.  I left Kay's panties and
shorts off so I could admire her perfectly formed and now thoroughly
abused pussy, even if it was only for a few more minutes.  I
repositioned her so she was more centered in the cot, her tired body
succumbing to the intense and relaxing sensations.

Even though I could have maintained immoral sexual contact with the
eight year old for a number of hours to come, it was time to see if I
could make my way out of this place and return to a more sedate and
normal lifestyle.  It would hurt me tremendously to place these two gems
in someone else's care, but there was no way I was going to be able to
resist doing this again and often if they remained with me.  I had gone
from being a compassionate and caring person to a full fledged pedophile
in less than twenty four hours.  I was hopelessly over my head!

I put my shirt on, saw my opportunity to go pee for the first time today
and took it.  When I was done, it was impossible for me to stuff my
erect cock back into my shorts, so it was time I sought relief.  That's
when I grabbed a few napkins, sauntered over to the cot and pulled Kay
back to the edge, kneeling down in front of her naked pussy.  With her
legs splayed as far apart as I could work them, I began wanking my woody
as I leaned forward and gently kissed and licked her pussy once more.  I
was even tempted to rub the tip of my cock along the fullness of her
slit, but knew the medical teams had all the equipment necessary to
collect DNA evidence, so I resisted.  When I came, I almost chewed her
clitty off.  It was the best cum I had ever felt and were it possible,
I'd keep these two for myself.

Now that my dick was returning to normal, I wiped myself up and then
wiped up my dark sleeping beauty, discarding the evidence in the porta
potty.  With Kay's panties and shorts installed, she was much more able
to receive guests, should the medical teams wish to examine her with as
much care as I had.

Just before I got back up, Kay whimpered and lifted her right hand to my
face.  I bent down to her face and waited to see what she'd want.

"What, Angel?"

"Kev?  If you want, I'll be your little girl from now on forever.  I
promise I won't tell nobody that you like to tickle me like that.  I
really like it when you tickle me a whole lot and wish you'd do it some
more.  Could you, just for a little while, please?"

"I'd like that very much Honey, but I need to get home and I don't want
anyone to find out that we like to tickle like this as much as we do.  I
wish I could but I shouldn't."

"Please Kev?  Just for a tiny little while?  I promise I won't say
nothin' to nobody."

This little eight year old was way too anxious to please and be pleased.
Now that I had gotten her fire lit, her passion was going to be like a
raging wildfire and just as easy to extinguish.  What in Hell had I
done?

"Please Kev?  Just for a tiny little while?"

Her third request pushed me back over the edge, her bum lifting up so
the waistband elastic of her shorts and panties could travel unabated
under her firm ass, my hands working her clothes all the way down her
legs and then off.

With both of her hands around the back of my head, my face was again
along the softest skin known to mankind, but especially to me!  Her next
orgasm arrived within a minute, along with my awareness of just how
dangerous this activity was.  With increased enthusiasm, I worked three
more out of her before she gently pushed against my forehead and ears,
having felt quite enough for one day, thank you very much!

I wiped her cunny again and caressed her still twitching pussy as she
lay completely spent on top of my sleeping bag covered cot.  I glanced
at my watch and saw that it was already nine thirty, my activities soon
to be discovered if I didn't move this along.

After wiping her clean and dry, Kay's dirty panties and shorts were
again installed, her body turned so she could more easily rest and I
made my way to the cab.  These poor girls had nothing of their own and
were wearing clothes that should have been incinerated instead of just
washed, so I was resolute in my determination to do one nice thing for
them, even if it meant potentially being questioned.

Continued in Chapter 2

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