The familiar board creaked in the hallway as the man's bare foot settled
stealthily, freezing when it was already too late to prevent the alarm. The
little girl trembled in her hiding place behind the overstuffed chair in the big
bedroom, trying to fit her tiny, naked body more deeply into the shadowed hollow
against the wall. In the gathering twilight, she could see the shadow of the big
man where it lay across the floor in the doorway from the hallway. Her heart
sank. She knew that she would be found and dragged from her hiding place, that
there was nothing she could do to prevent her fate.
The foot in the hallway rose slowly, causing the sound of the board to change.
It was not much quieter but was stretched out into a series of pops that were
all the more ominous. The man squatted in the doorway and the little girl could
see from under the chair that her pursuer was naked, his erection a menacing
weapon between his muscular legs. She suppressed a whimper and tried to pull
back even more, though her bare back was literally against the bedroom wall.
With a satisfied grunt, the huge figure in the doorway lunged forward to her
right, moving toward that side of the big chair.
With a sudden burst of hopeful energy, the little seven-year-old pulled her feet
under her and made a quick break to her left, leaving her little haven just as
the heavy body broke into it from the right. With no more need for quiet, she
fled shrieking into the hall. Her pursuer, delayed while he struggled out of the
cramped space into which he had forced himself, quickly followed on legs as long
as she was tall. Two long strides down the hallway were all it took to bring him
upon his prey. His vastly superior weight upon the tiny shoulders bore her
quickly to the floor with the huge body covering her like a great, sweating
blanket.
With the big hands on her shoulders pinning her chest to the thickly padded
carpet, the little girl could only move her bottom half wildly, kicking in any
direction she could and stretching out her neck to shriek repeatedly. It did no
good. The man's hairy belly settled onto her little bottom and pressed her
against the carpet, pinning her long enough to slide forward until the head of
his now-leaking cock contacted the slick lips of her tiny vulva. Moving
relentlessly against her, the plum-colored nut spread the delicate labia apart
and the organ moved wetly within, filling the slippery channel completely. The
helpless child was frozen for the moment, gasping at the feelings that
overwhelmed her. As the big man began thrusting deep in her, she felt her pussy
begin to throb and clench as she began, in spite of herself, to orgasm. In turn,
the sensation of her rippling cunnie around his cock triggered her attacker's
climax and he pressed hard into her and began to squirt long, viscous streams of
jism against the miniature cervix, causing a throbbing sensation that heightened
the little girl's uncontrollable spasms of pleasure.
"Aaahhh!" she screamed. "Aaaiiyeee-hee-hee-hee-hee!" she laughed hysterically.
Giggling helplessly, she collapsed completely, gasping, on her belly as the last
spurts of spunk into her womb pumped back out onto the carpet, finding no room
left inside her seven-year-old vagina. After gasping and sobbing with emotion
for a full minute, the girl raised her head, chuckling.
"Okay, Daddy," she said. "I'm it. Go hide."
"Oh, no you don't!" came the good natured, husky contralto from the stairwell.
"You two finish your game after dinner. Go wash up!"
"Aw!" the father and daughter chorused in mock disappointment.
"And you'd better carry her down," the girl's mother suggested to her husband.
"You've got enough to clean up there without her dribbling goo all the way to
the kitchen."
"She's right, you know," the father said, looking around the hallway at the
cooling puddles on the carpet, half a dozen not counting the one behind the
chair. It seemed that no matter who was seeking whom, it ended with the two
participants fucking and the little girl draining on the carpet. "In fact, you'd
best eat your dinner on my lap so we can plug your hole." He carried her toward
the bathroom where they could towel off and wash their hands.
"Which hole," giggled the little girl. "They're both dribbling."
"Oh, you pick," her daddy answered, and they laughed.
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