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The Great White Hall
by Hank (hank_early@hotmail.com)

***

This is a story of dutiful romance, and child love. It 
will bring you into the mind of the main character who 
has trespassed into a forbidden hall guarded only by a 
beautiful little guard child. Reluctance at trespassing 
quickly disappears for him through his curiosity and 
mad lust. This is a story of erotic and exotic detailed 
sex and a little girl's duty. (Mg, extreme-ped, 1st, 
anal)

***

I needed an excuse to enter. I wanted a sane purpose to 
reason me back. Instead, it was my insane heart that 
opened its fingers to smother and twist the door knob 
despite the warning sign that read, "Back away from 
here and never look back."

The threshold to the great white hall stood like a 
vacuum before me. My conscience pressed against the 
vacuum, however. Yet, its defying annoyance would only 
last moments as it usually only did. I spent these 
moments studying the great white hall as if it was the 
real reason I wanted in. All but the open door and the 
curtains of the place were white. Those curtains were 
black. I walked through the rows of desks that seemed 
to stitch column by column down the hall.

There was a white little nymphet of about eleven 
summers old clothe in a black silk cape sitting upon a 
dust covered desk. It was her beauty, her black glow, 
and her alone that cut away my conscience about 
trespassing.

Her eyes were a soft balance of the room's atmosphere. 
Neither black or white, her eyes colored gray and 
softly. Each globe of beautiful eye stalked me as I 
moved closer. The closer I got to her the more I knew I 
would be able to remember this breathing little 
enchantment. And how I wanted to remember her forever!

Closer to the silent and still angel I walked. What had 
led me to this great hall and to this little form of 
pale beauty could only be destiny's fruit. 

"What is your name, love"? I asked her. The space 
between us was sufficient enough that she could hear my 
breathless whisper. The fire in my loins had consumed 
much of what breath I had left. That was the nymphet's 
ability upon my body. "Summer," she lisped to me. "I am 
the child guard of the great white hall. Anointed by my 
father to protect it against any who prevailed through 
its thresh." 

She spoke so solemn and with the dignity that the 
awesome task asked. As she said this her pale darling 
thighs parted and some of her cape fell sideways to 
reveal two darling knees and two white cream thighs. 
Each little girl leg seemed to craw into my soul, their 
knees knocking on my bones and the thigh flesh against 
my heart. 

Through the unlocked doors of the great white hall, I 
seemed trapped. And the trap closed tighter around me 
as Summer's silk cloth drifted off her hips. Each hip 
was tiny and uncurved. They were strong and served as 
Summer's pretty little gates to her surely tight little 
pussy. However, that budding cleft lay hidden between 
her tightly clinched legs and I resolved to explore the 
rest of her instead, for the moment. 

As she shook off the remaining of her cloak I asked my 
self, what dream is this? Where has this sudden luck 
been born? All my life, all forty years of my sad 
existence leading to this, the greatest fantasy that I 
never had the luck to dream of, much less truly be is! 
I had entered this great hall expecting it to be as 
empty as my life but instead, finding this prepubescent 
nymphet unclothing herself. The hall became full of 
more treasure than I could ever wish upon myself. A 
little girl I could fuck. 

Using all my soul's strength to lift my eyes from her 
baby belly and tiny halos of breast flesh that clung 
tightly to her chest I looked upon the angel face. Her 
mouth was small. There was a delicate roll of teeth. 
Each was tiny and square peering between her low and 
plump lips. My Summer's nose was slightly pugged 
between two cheeks of baby fat cheeks. 

And there were her eyes. God, there was her eyes. Two 
chocolate pies. Just as rich with sugar and just as 
fresh, straight from the hot oven of the nymphet's 
soul. Bright as that soul oven's fire, the little 
Summer's hair fell down the back of her white hot neck 
like fire. Yes, her hair was red. As she opened her 
legs, so were the few wisps of pubes above her clit. 
Indeed, she opened them for me. I then opened my shirt 
and my pants and my clothing fell to the dust of the 
great hall. 

As if she had waited centuries while in her short life, 
Summer eagerly asked, "Touch me and let me take you!" 
This naked author alone with this child guard need not 
have been asked twice. She with red hair and a pale 
pussy and pale face was upon me, in control of me. Yes! 
Engulfed with the fire of her soul and her hair and her 
darling baby breasts, I let my man hands straddle each 
white ball of her shoulders, lowering myself. Loosing 
myself. 

My conciseness jumped, "Will your father be here soon?" 
Dear Summer only lifted her eyes beyond my questioning 
expression toward the ceiling. "Oh, father may be here 
in spirit, but what can Daddy's spirit do to stop you? 
He died while on his last adventure." She looked at me 
again and at my seven inch penis. She smiled wil an old 
soul smile showing her little girl teeth. 

"Dance?" She asked more with her saucer eyes than with 
her mouth as she stood up. Four feet and five inches, 
not more than ninety pounds she pressed to me. In tiny 
steps to a silent waltz, I reached my palms far down 
her back to the top of her magnolia cream ass. Her 
little fingers slipped into my ass crack, pulling my 
body tightly against hers. Around each desk, over each 
mound of dust, and into a tango of temptation. Summer 
and I danced. 

My fingers knitted against the hot slopes into her 
crack and the deeper they dug into the musty place, the 
slower the dance roamed. Like two drunks stumbling to 
hold each other up, we let our fingers explore each 
others nakedness. My penis began to grind into her 
belly as my hands clamped each velvet globe of her ass. 
"Sweet, sweet, sweet baby Summer," I moaned as I lifted 
her, (yes, ninety pounds indeed). 

Her eyes widened in surprise or was it anticipation? 
Our two gasps collided as I impaled her weight onto my 
dick. The great hall seemed to turn red and explode in 
fire bombs of pleasure as my meat into her virgin 
pussy. 

"Ohhhhhh," I yelled as her tight pussy choked around my 
manhood. Little Summer's eyes clinched shut and tears 
burst from under the squinted eyes. 

"Owww, owww!" She cried as I thrust her further down 
onto me. Drops of virgin blood and dribbles of nymphet 
cum drooled from her thighs. 

The dance had ended and my Summer was on the floor with 
me on top of her pressing my dick into her with all my 
might. How difficult it was! But my desire, my bloody 
lust kept my loins from faltering in their thrusts 
until I was all the way into her, sliding on virgin 
fluids. My brave little nymphet gripped my lower back 
and pulled me further in, though the poor darling cried 
so. I could feel her ankles bobbing upon my ass. Her 
breasts, too tight against her bones to wobble, met my 
kisses. Each kiss of my lips onto the little girl's 
flesh lessened her tears. 

When my lips and serpent tongue met hers there became a 
kiss as wild as the kisses of my dick and her pussy. 
Kissing my mouth was two little lips and a little 
girl's virgin tongue. I grunted music into her mouth. 
Her hymen diseased and so did the blood. But my little 
Summer's cum was coming to life and each drop that 
fell, parted the dust of the great hall. So did to her 
back. Oh, how I pressed that back of hers across the 
floor. Each mad trust pushing her further along between 
the rows of desks. How I wanted to cum into this little 
girl's belly. 

"Father!" she cried as my dick opened the fat pale lips 
of her pussy even further with each slamming jab. "Yes, 
I'm your Daddy now. A Daddy who will fuck you forever!" 
I cried into her ear with vibrant madness. It would 
have been more right if I had been more tender to the 
tender flesh of this little one. But, flooded with 
pleasure, nothing seemed right or seemed anything but 
madness and want. My dick jabbed against her cervix 
making her body spasm like a little white fish. 

"Oh God!" My little girl screamed and flipped her self 
over despite my forty year old weight. Her little arms 
flung out under a desk. My dick slid out and bumped 
against Summer's ass. "Yes, here," I smiled under my 
sweat and let my dick spring against her brown ass 
hole. As my hardness left her pussy liquid strings of 
her pussy juice dabbled from my cock head. 

Suddenly, with more power than I have ever mustered 
before, I launched my dick into her unsuspecting ass 
hole. Her ass hole clinched tightly in defense of the 
invasion but it was too late. "Mmmm, you little baby 
cunt, I am fucking your tight stinky little ass. Your 
hole is so tight and warm. I want to fuck the shit in 
your ass hole!" I rambled on and on as she shivered in 
pain reaching her arms out. Reaching, reaching. Her 
face was filled with pain and pleasure against the 
floor. 

My balls pumped harshly against her pussy as I rammed 
my dick against her bowls. Like a volcano lifting the 
roof off the great hall, I came. Monster loads of cum 
unloaded into her pinched ass hole. As the climax 
climbed I pulled her from the floor and trust my meat 
dagger into her for one last screaming second. It was 
my last second indeed. With a cock in her ass and cum 
pressing between my dick and her meat, her stretching 
hands had found what they were looking for. The knife 
hit my skull as hard as my dick had hit her tight pussy 
and ass. 

I lay dead. Summer, who was anointed by her father to 
be the guard child of the great hall, stood over me 
with the dripping knife. My cum still dripped from her 
ass. Putting back on her black cloak and watching the 
hall's threshold for any other trespassers, Summer 
thought to her self that she loved her duty as guard. 
And now she also loved sex. Alone again in the great 
hall, Summer started touching her pussy. 

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison system.
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