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The Complex - Valerie
by Adam Warlock (fantasy.scribe@gmail.com)
***
A babysitting job turns into babysitting heaven. (Mg,
extreme-ped, 1st)
***
The complex I live in is very different, to say the
least. It is a grouping of townhouses, but that isn't
what makes it different. I'm sure everyone has seen a
townhouse complex. Usually a grouping of two story
homes connected side by side. Each grouping having
between six to ten houses in each. What makes my
complex so unique is there are two levels. Below were
two story houses arranged in a box, with the backs of
each unit facing into an underground garage. Well
underground is a little misleading.
The garage is actually at ground level because the
upper level of townhouses sit atop the lower ones,
creating a four story complex that resembles a castle
like structure where you could envision the garage door
as the entrance way. Now the upper level has the front
of each unit facing into a courtyard for which the
designers of the complex was so kind as to locate the
children's play area right smack dab in the middle of
the courtyard. So, every unit on the upper level had
there front door facing into the courtyard. It created
an oasis from the cruel harsh world, that was just
steps away.
I was sitting on my steps, talking to my next door
neighbor, watching our kids play. The play area had one
of those popular playground equipment with slides,
monkey bars and the full complement of interesting
things that can keep children happy for hours. To the
side was located an old fashioned swing set. Say what
you will, but the swings will never go out of style and
is still a popular area for the kids to play.
Having my own kids, it gave me the perfect excuse to
sit and watch all of the children. I mean I'd known
that there where a fair amount of kids here in this
complex. But, after Sara I was starting to notice just
how many cute little girls there where. With my newly
awakened desires, I had wondered if I was only
attracted to little girls of around 5 years old.
Watching the girls play, my cock was twitching to the
sight of girls between 5 and 12. So, that answered my
question.
They where all so damn cute. Each with their own looks,
it just didn't seem to matter. I had an intense desire
to see what it would be like with each and every one.
More importantly, I wanted to give pleasure to each of
these girls. The pleasure Sara received. I knew how and
with more practice I could only get better.
As, my neighbor was yammering away about some topic or
another, I only made it appear as though I was fully
"into" the conversation. The truth was I was intensely
watching each little girl as they played about on the
equipment. There where four of them. Ranging from about
5 to 8 years old. One of the little girls had on a
tight pair slacks that formed cute little curves to
show off her round smooth buttocks. She would bound
form one side of the playground equipment to the next.
Her dark hair flying behind her.
Her sudden stops and turns would make her hair dance
about her face accentuating the youthful look. Her
brown eyes danced with delight as she created her own
game, egging others to join her. Her top was form
fitting with horizontal stripes. Short sleeved and an
oval shaped neck line. It really showed off her taught
young belly and her heaving chest only added to the
flavour that she was flat and soft. My eyes followed
her around for awhile, but realizing that maybe I was
being a little too obvious I scanned to a different
part of the playground.
My eyes shifted to a younger girl who was on the swing
set. She was all of 5 with straight dirty blonde hair,
grey round eyes and a cherub face with full pouting
lips. Her little spindly legs where pumping as furious
as a 5 year old could muster. The swing was moving ever
so slightly. She was struggling to get some momentum so
she could experience the thrill of swinging. The look
on her face was turning to frustration and my heart
went out to her. I was just about to get up and assist
her when my neighbor yelled out, "Patrick! Help that
little girl on the swing!"
Patrick was my neighbor's son. He looked over at his
mother, eyes pleading. But, my neighbor just pointed at
the little girl and said, "Just hurry up!" Patrick made
his way to the little girl and her face lit up with
anticipation. With a not too kind shove, Patrick
started the little girl on her ride. After a few more
pushes, the little 5 year old beauty was sailing on her
own. Her stick like arms led to these small delicate
hands that where grasping the chains that where
attached to the swing.
Her knuckles where white from holding the chain so
tight. I couldn't help but imagine what those hands
would feel like grasping and ever so delicately
stroking my cock. My gaze wandered to her now smooth
pumping legs. She found a rhythm that was keeping in
time with pendulum motion of the swing. That's when I
noticed that she was wearing a short frilly skirt. I
had assumed up to that moment that she was just wearing
a set of shorts.
She was lost in the moment. I could only imagine what
she was thinking. Was she pretending to be a bird? An
airplane? I wanted to know. I wanted a connection. As
her flight continued her legs eased apart. Her skirt
was fluttering, ever so slightly with each forward
motion. Till finally it came up enough to reveal the
cutest pink panties I'd seen that day. The muscles in
her legs all but pointed to her sweet little pussy. You
could see her 5 year old slit pressing against the
fabric, stretching it to form a perfect little mound.
In my minds eye I could make out what my heart desired.
I gulped in anticipation.
My spell was broken when my neighbor said, "Oh god...I
wonder what she wants?"
I reluctantly tore my eyes away from the object of my
desire's. Realizing that it was probably a good thing,
because I was a little too lost in the angel on the
swing. I looked over in the direction that my neighbor
was looking. From across the courtyard one of the
mothers was making a bee line in our direction. It was
Valerie's mother. My neighbor and her did not get along
so I wondered why she was coming over.
"Hi guys." she quipped as she got closer.
I noticed that I was still attracted to the older
ladies. Oh yes, I was an equal opportunity lover.
Valerie's mom was a hot little number. Petite with
curvaceous legs, an ass to kill for and a smile that
would send your head spinning. My neighbor kept no
secret of her feelings towards Valerie's mom. She
noticeably rolled her eye's and took up a unfriendly
posture. This made Valerie's mom pull up some. She
looked at my neighbor then found my more accepting
eyes. She took a step forward and positioned herself so
she could address me without having to face my
neighbor. You could still feel the tension in the air.
But, I knew nothing would happen.
As, much of a bitch that my neighbor could be, just the
opposite could be said about Valerie's mom. I gave
Valerie's mom a knowing wink and a little smile, to put
her at ease. My neighbor, not being a light weight,
shifted her body letting parts unknown jiggle out of
control. I could only guess that part of the dislike
was jealousy. Because every physical accruement that
Valerie's mom possessed my neighbor didn't. People can
just be petty that way. From everything I knew,
Valerie's mom was a nice person. Seemingly a little shy
and timid but, overall a nice person.
Valerie's mom shifted her feet in a small shuffle and
unconsciously wrung her hands. Her gaze left my eyes
and nervously looked around. I could see that she was
in some kind of difficulty, trying to find the right
words.
"You look like your in some kind of need. I mean you
came all the way across the playground to see me, it
must be important." I let the sentence fade till she
looked up and saw that I was joking. "Really, if you
need something- just ask. I'll see if I can help."
Her whole body lost its tenseness. She relaxed and gave
a weak smile, "Uh... some of the other women where
saying that you do some baby-sitting."
"Yes, that is right. I've been known to be one of the
best." I smiled a knowing smile. Valerie's mom
interpreted it as another joke. She gave out a little
giggle.
"Well, I am in a little bind. My regular babysitter
just backed out at the last minute and I can't seem to
find anyone that can help. I know we really haven't
talked a lot. But, the other women here say you can be
trusted."
"Really? Well that is good to hear. Uh... when do you
need the babysitting?"
"Tonight. I've got to go into work for five. It's only
a six hour shift so I should be back by 12:00. I know
it's short notice and everything. But, I wouldn't ask
if I wasn't desperate."
"Well I could use some extra cash. What do you pay?" It
was all I could do, to keep my excitement down. Even
though I didn't know this woman all that well. I did
know her daughter. Valerie was a very cute 8 year old
who had earlier got my attention. I tried to maintain
an aura of indifference. I didn't want to seem too
eager.
"I usually pay $5 an hour but I am willing to up that
because of the short notice."
"No, no...I wouldn't dream of it. Just helping out is
reward enough. I'd be happy to babysit Valerie." She
looked up and with a relieved voice, "I'm so glad! I'll
bring Valerie by at about 4:30. Thanks a lot! I really
appreciate it." With that she gave a quick look in my
neighbor's direction. I could see a bit of a triumphant
look on her face. I didn't know what that was about and
I didn't care. I had Valerie to look forward to. Yes, I
was as excited as I've ever been.
My neighbor watched Valerie's mom walk away. "Bitch."
was all she said. Without looking at her I privately
thought, "The only bitch I see is this fat bitch beside
me." I gave an inward chuckle and resumed my scanning
of the playground. It was still enjoyable, watching the
little girls play. But, my mind was now wandering to
the possibilities of tonight. I tried to form a plan of
action. But, you just never know how the situation was
going to present itself. So, I decided to just play it
by ear.
4:30 finally came around and there was a knock at my
door. I knew who it was but I let my son answer it.
"Dad! Some lady is here to see you!" I made my way to
the door. I picked up a tea towel and pretended to dry
my hands as I approached the door. There is nothing
more that'll put a parent at ease if they see your
domesticated.
"Hi!" I said, "I see your on time."
Valerie was standing behind her mom, shyly poking her
head out to take a look at her new babysitter.
Valerie's mom took one look at the dish towel and said,
"I caught you doing the dishes, didn't I?"
"Guilty as charged." I held up my hands in surrender.
Perfect.
She took a step to the side and gently brought Valerie
forward. Now standing behind Valerie, with her hands on
Valerie's shoulders she introduced us, "This is your
babysitter for tonight. He is a very nice man."
Valerie looked up and through long luscious eyelashes
gave me the most innocent of looks. But, there was
something behind those light blue eyes. A look that I
couldn't put my finger on. "Hi," she said in the most
adorable voice.
"Hi Valerie. I know we are going to get along just
fine. You'll like it here. I've seen you around and I
know you know my kids. And, I promise I won't make you
do any homework." I gave a playful wink at Valerie's
mom.
Valerie's mom, smiled and handed me a bag. "Hear are
some of Valerie's things. I'm going to pick her up
tonight but if you could put her in her pajamas and
housecoat I'd really appreciate it. She'll probably
fall asleep but, I'll just carry her home from here."
Not wanting to queer the deal I didn't even suggest
that Valerie sleep over. It was too soon. I wanted
Valerie's mom to learn to trust me. "OK that is fine.
If Valerie wants to crash I'll just make up the couch
for her and I'll sit and watch a little TV till you
come."
"Sounds good." her voice trailed off and came back with
a serious tone to it, "And, I need to talk to you
before I go. There are some things you need to know."
She glanced at Valerie, then back to me, "Privately."
I got the meaning. "Valerie, why don't you go on in and
find my kids. I'm sure you guys can find something to
do."
Valerie looked back to her mom...trying to find some
permission. Valerie's mom just looked at her. There was
a look of concern, then resolve, "Go on honey I'll see
you tonight." Valerie gave her mom a quick kiss to her
mom and bounded up the short flight of stairs and
around the corner in search of my son and daughter.
I looked back at Valerie's mom with a quizzical look.
Valerie's mom stammered, "There is something you need
to know. It's not common knowledge and It is really
important that you don't tell anyone. I mean it'll hurt
Valerie more than anything and I don't think you want
that."
"No of course not. I'd never hurt any child."
"Good. But, I really need to stress this. You can't
tell anybody.
But, you do need to know."
"OK. You have my word on that. Valerie is a sweet girl
and I'd protect her like she was one of my own."
Valerie's mom gave a reassuring smile. "Well some
things happened during my marriage that led directly to
my divorcing my husband. It involved Valerie. Not, only
are we divorced but my ex has no idea where we are."
My curiosity was heightened. I put a comforting hand on
her shoulder, "This looks hard for you. But, I think I
can relate. I mean I am divorced to. And, the situation
was anything but civil."
"No, no...I wish it was just mean spirited. That I
could handle. It is what he did. More like what he did
to Valerie."
I was taken aback by this statement. My mind raced.
What could a father do to his child? What was so
horrible? Did he beat her? She saw the reaction on my
face.
"I can only imagine what you are thinking. But, it's
just easier if I just come out and tell you. You see
when Valerie was six, my husband started to molest
her."
I really wasn't prepared for that. Sara... I thought
about Sara. The joy she experienced. The pleasure was
self evident. But, for a father to do this. I couldn't
even imagine it.
Valerie's mom started to speed up her voice, "I know
it's shocking. I found out about 6 months later. She
had been violated by her father for about that time.
When I found out we left. I charged him and he ran.
They haven't found him yet, and I always fear he'll
find us." I just nodded and looked into her eyes with
as much sympathy as I could convey.
She continued, "So, what I'm trying to tell you is
Valerie is a little mistrustful of men. Even afraid." I
was reluctant to bring her here. But, I was reassured
that you where a kind decent man. I really hope you
understand the situation."
"Oh, I do. I really do. I mean it really helps, knowing
this. I realize I'm going to have to approach Valerie a
little differently."
"Just make her feel comfortable. If she feels
uncomfortable she has been taught to say so. I mean
what happened was devastating but she is recovering
nicely. Kids are so resilient."
"Oh I will. I think having my kids here will help
buffer our interaction until she feels comfortable with
me."
"Thanks. I can't tell you how relieved I am. It is
difficult telling people what happened. But, you've put
me at ease. Look I've got to go or I'm going to be
late. I'll see you tonight." With that she turned
around and started out the door and briskly walked
away. I stared at her for awhile. She was a fine
looking woman. I can see where Valerie got her beauty
from. But, this new revelation had me reeling. Knowing
what I knew now. I just couldn't even think of trying
to seduce this little 8 year old. I wanted to really
show her that all men are not like her father. I
couldn't even imagine what a six year old would've
thought. I didn't want to mess up any healing that she
has done. No this night would be different.
I turned around and started to make my way to my living
room. I heard the low murmurs of the kids, up stairs,
getting acquainted. He reached over and picked up the
remote control and flicked on the TV. After a few
minutes I couldn't find anything that really caught my
attention. I just stared at the TV not really soaking
anything in. My mind wandering to how I was going to
cope with tonight. I'd built up my hopes so high and
now I had to do the right thing. I got up from the
couch and started to look through my DVD collection. I
came across Snow White. A timeless classic. I took out
the DVD and put it into the machine.
I sauntered to the bottom of the stairs, looked up and
yelled, "Kids! Who wants to watch Snow White?" There
was a slight pause and both girls yelled "We do!" There
was an immediate scuffling of tiny feet as both girls
raced down the stairs. They streaked by me to get
access to the best spot on the couch. My son took his
time coming down the stairs. He looked at me and said,
"Dad, its Snow White, can I go out and play instead?"
"Yeah sure. Just don't wander too far. I want you to
stay in the park area."
"OK, thanks dad." And, he took off with obvious relief
showing on his face.
I walked over, with remote in hand, and stood beside
the couch. I aimed the remote and started the movie. I
strained to not look at Valerie. But, I couldn't help
it and caught glimpses of her out of my peripheral
vision. The movie started to run, with the obligatory
commercials and previews. The girls where huddling
together talking animatedly about the upcoming show. I
crossed in front of their viewing path to get to the
chair that occupied my living room. It was positioned
in such a way so it was at a 90 degree angle to both
the couch and the tv. Both girls strained to look
around me as I passed. I plopped down into the chair
and feigned interest in the movie.
I couldn't help but steal glances at Valerie. She was
so beautiful. Her lightly tanned legs where pulled up
to her chest with her equally tanned arms holding her
legs to her body. Her eyes where trained on the TV but
it couldn't hide her face. She had light blue doe eyes
and long eyelashes. Her face was starting to slim out
losing some of that baby fat that only brought out the
emerging dimples when she smiled. Her lips had a
natural redness to them that looked stunning on her
darker tanned face. Framing this vision was locks of
curly light brown hair, hanging about shoulder length.
Her movements where delicate as she shifted in her
seat.
Every once and awhile she would give me a quick look
and a smile. I felt like my hand was in the cookie jar
every time she noticed me looking at her. But, each
time she just smiled and went back to watching the
movie.
It took every ounce of will to control myself, watching
Valerie as she shifted into different positions, on the
couch, as the movie progressed. She'd stretch out, move
to the side, prop herself up on the arm. Each movement
screamed delight. It, at times revealed parts of
Valerie that only heightened my desire for this 8 year
old girl. I had to change my own position, a number of
times to hide the fact that this little girl has
stirred me into a raging hard-on.
The movie finally ended but my desires didn't. I chased
the girls upstairs because I really needed a break. I
discovered that this evening was not going to be as
easy as I'd hoped it would be. But, the time I spent
apart from Valerie only helped strengthen my resolve.
My son returned from outside and I gave them a quick
supper and then watched some tv with them, for awhile.
The time was getting late so I had them all change into
their pajamas. Valerie sharing my daughters room as the
changed. I really wanted to be in there.
When they where finished they all made their way back
down to the living room. My heart stopped as Valerie
came down the stairs. Time slowed down. She was a
vision incarnate, an angel fallen to earth. The
feminine motions of her body only suggested at woman
she will be. But, it is the now that I appreciate. And,
it is worth every thought, every emotion.
They all made their way to the couch. My kids sat
beside me and Valerie looked at the couch, then with
some resignation sat on the chair. I looked at Valerie,
not wanting her to feel down, "Valerie, we'll all move
over and you can come and sit with us."
"OK!" with whimsical delight emanating from within.
We all moved over and my daughter scrambled up onto my
lap. I turned on the tv and started surfing. It soon
became evident that there was really nothing
appropriate on. My daughter started squirming and
giggling, My son would reach over and try to tickle my
side. It started our tickle game. With both hands I
launched my attack at both of my children. They feigned
trying to get away but mostly just lied there squealing
with delight.
After a few moments of this, I'd forgotten that Valerie
was there. I looked over at her, to see what kind of
reaction she had to our game. There was nothing but
wonderment infused upon her face. I had realized, then,
that she had probably not experienced anything similar
with her father. I tucked that bit away and resumed the
tickle game.
When my kids where filled with exhaustion from
laughter. I looked at the clock and saw that it was
past their bedtime. With some resignation, my kids made
their way to their bedrooms. I followed them up and
went through our bedtime ritual.
When I was done, I returned to Valerie. She had not
moved from her place on the couch. She just stared
aimlessly at the tv. When she saw that I had returned,
she greeted me with a weak smile.
I sat down a little too hard, making the other side of
the couch jump up, which in turn made Valerie rise and
fall. "Sorry." was all I could squeeze out.
"That's OK."
"Let's see what's on. Is there any shows that you
like?"
"No not really."
"Oh." There was an uncomfortable wave coming. I really
didn't want her experience to be a bad one. So, I had
to change tactics before we reached the point of no
return.
"Have you ever seen the tickle game?" I inquired.
"No."
"Oh, that's too bad. We play it all the time. As, you
can see my kids like it an awful lot."
She just nodded her head and just looked at the TV.
I continued, "You know you can sit closer to me, if you
want. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable, but we
can even cuddle a little if you'd like that."
A flash of suspicion flared through her eyes as she
snapped her to look at me. She paused for a moment. I
would've given anything to see what she was thinking at
that moment.
I had to recover, "Really it's OK. I cuddle with both
my kids, all the time. I know how to cuddle." I give
her a sly smile.
Her demeanor noticeably changes and her shoulders slump
somewhat as she takes a more relaxed posture. I hold
out my arm in an inviting way, and she accepts the
invitation by scooting over and placing herself in the
cradle of my arm. She puts her hand on my chest and I
stir in pleasure. The heat emanating from this 8 year
old fills me with a desire I haven't felt since Sara.
But, I made a promise. I am determined to hold myself
to that. With our new position we settle down and watch
the TV. Her hair smells like a little piece of heaven.
I can feel her small chest rising and falling on my
side. The urges return but I am in control.
After awhile my body starts to get somewhat sore from
sitting in the same position. I squeeze Valerie, around
the shoulders, and without looking at her I say, "I'd
like to get a little more comfortable, do you mind if
we stretch out a little?"
Valerie steals a quick glance up at me, I can see those
beautiful eyelashes flutter as she contemplates the
question. "Sure." Is the short answer. There is a
definite suggestion of disappointment in her voice.
She then crawls over to the end of the couch and curls
up into a ball, clutching her knees to her chest. I
stretch my legs out onto the couch. Shifting, and
laying half on my side, I position myself so I can
easily and comfortably see the TV. I look over at he
dejected little girl, I again extend my hand and remark
with mirth, "Do you think our cuddle is over? Get over
here!"
Valerie gives me a big Cheshire Cat smile and
immediately scrambles up my side to lie on me. She
positions herself within the crook of my arm, lays her
hand under her head to support it, like a pillow. Not,
knowing what to do with my extended arm I just rest it
on the back of the couch. It becomes immediately
apparent that this arm position will not last long, as
I can already feel the strain. But, for the moment I
can just enjoy this little 8 year old girls body
pressing ever so slightly on my own. I will admit, that
I was watching the tv, but I really had no clue what I
was watching. My distraction was pleasurable and
complete.
After awhile, my arm started to burn, being in such an
unnatural position. I held out for as long as I could.
I stretched out my arm and lowered it onto Valerie's
body. I wasn't really watching, trying to be
nonchalant, so when my hand fell onto Valerie's butt, I
was a little taken aback. But, not wanting to alarm
Valerie I played it cool and just left it there. I
cannot relate the thrill I had feeling the round smooth
8 year old buttock cupped in my hand. It took all my
will power to not caress that little piece of heaven.
I don't know if it was an involuntary response by
Valerie, but she gave a slight grind of her hips
raising her 8 year old ass, almost encouragingly, into
my most willing hand. Simultaneously, she emitted a
very soft groan, "Mmmmmm..." Her hand, once again found
my chest and she started to gently rub it. She then
ground her hips, into my side and groaned once again.
My hand gave a cursory squeeze to her ass, to my utter
shock. I did it without any mental prompting. Did, I
really have so little control?
Her grinding became more pronounced, to the level that
it was no longer a involuntary response. This little 8
year old girl was grinding her mound into my hip. Her
stroking hand fell to my stomach and through the moans
she placed her hand onto my crotch and found my already
hard cock. With quick little rubs, she started to
stimulate my aching prick. Though my cock was now
screaming for release, I knew I had to put a stop to
this. I had made a promise.
I placed my other hand on Valerie's probing one, and
gently stopped her rubbing. I took her hand and ever so
gently moved it up and off my over extended member. I
started to sit up, sliding her body down my own, until
she was once again sitting beside me. Her eyes looked
up, to me, with confusion. "You don't like me?" came a
small incredulous voice.
My heart broke. "No Valerie. That is not it at all. I
like you very much."
"Then why don't you want to play the special game with
me?"
"Valerie, just because I like you doesn't mean we have
to play the special game. Your mom told me what
happened to you, and I want you to know that not all
men are like your dad."
Valerie mustered up a stern face that only a little
girl could, "I love my dad."
"I know, sweetie, that isn't what I'm saying. I'm
saying the other stuff. You know the special game, I
know it probably hurt you. That is why they took your
daddy away."
She looked into my eyes, hard, with them tearing up,
"It didn't hurt me!" she almost screamed.
I was taken aback. This never occurred to me. All I
could stammer out was, "What do you mean?"
Valerie looked back down and clasped her hands onto her
lap, interlocking her fingers. "It didn't hurt me. Well
at first, but then I really liked the special game. I
wanted to play it all the time. When mommy found out,
she made it stop. And, told me to lie and say daddy was
hurting me. My daddy loves me and just wanted to have
some fun, playing the special game."
So, she liked it. I had to find out more. "So, when you
played. What did you do?"
Valerie looked up again, "You sound like the police."
"I assure you Valerie, I am not the police. I care
about you and I just want you to feel comfortable. If
you don't want to talk about it, then you don't have
to."
You could see Valerie turning over the implications in
her 8 year old mind. After a short while she replied,
"I don't mind. Nobody wants to know anymore. And,
nobody likes to play the special game with me. Mommy
doesn't want anyone to."
"So, what did you do? Playing the special game?"
"Well daddy would mostly stick his thing into my thing.
Then after rubbing it for awhile he would fill it with
warm stuff. I always liked that best. It made me tingle
all over. And, when the warm stuff filled me up it made
me feel really good. I could always tell that it made
daddy feel really good and I liked that."
"Is that the only thing you did?"
"No, sometimes daddy would put his thing in my mouth.
It was mostly my job to move and suck on it. But,
sometimes daddy would move. Then he would squirt the
warm stuff into my mouth. He always made me swallow it.
Daddy told me it was precious, like a gift, and I
should always put it in my body. At first I didn't like
the taste and there was always too much. But, after
awhile I started to like it."
"Was that it?"
"Well, daddy said he wanted to put his thing in my bum.
But, he couldn't because mommy found out about our
secret. It didn't sound like fun anyway."
"Did your daddy ever do anything to you, to make you
feel good?"
"He stuck his thing in me, that always made me feel
good."
"I know, sweetie, but did he do anything else?"
Valerie just gives me a quizzical look, "No, just
sticking his thing in me."
"Well, you do know that when you would suck on your
daddies thing, that you where making him feel good."
"Yeah. I know."
"Well if somebody was to suck on your thing it would
make you feel really good to."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Do you ever touch yourself to make yourself feel
good?"
"Yes, all the time."
"Well if someone else does it, it even feels better."
"Really!"
"Yes, really. And, if someone sucks on your little
titties that'll feel really good to."
"But, I don't have big titties, like my mom. How, would
they feel good?"
"They don't have to be big, to feel good. And, you have
very nice titties. I like them very much."
Valerie blushed to that comment.
I quickly continued, "Did you ever kiss your daddy?" I
realized what a stupid remark that was, but it was out
so I left it hanging there to be answered.
"Yes, of course I did. He was my daddy."
"That is not what I meant. Did you ever kiss him like
grown-ups kiss?"
"How do grown-ups kiss?" "Well, grown-ups start kissing
with their lips, but eventually they stick their
tongues in each others mouth."
"Eeewww! That doesn't sound like fun!" as Valerie
scrunches up her face in disgust.
I smiled and gave a little chuckle. I waited for
Valerie to calm down. "No, it's not as bad as it
sounds. It is actually quite fun. It leads up to your
special game. And, when you are ready to play it, it is
that much better. It makes you feel really, really
good."
"Really? It doesn't sound fun at all."
"Well you can't say that until you try it, now can
you." My conscience started screaming at me, it new
where I was going. But, really this was a new
revelation. She liked it and it appeared as though she
missed it.
Valerie looked about the room, contemplating my last
words. She then finds my eyes gazing wantonly at her.
"I think I'd like to try it. If it makes you feel
good."
"When do you want to try it?" I was setting the bait,
I'd just hope she would take it. My god it didn't take
me long to abandon my resolve. But, after what happened
my mind has totally lost control.
"I dunno, have you ever tried it?"
Bingo. "Yes, I've done it lots of times. I'm really
quite good."
Valerie gets a mischievous look on her face and points
at me with her slim young finger, "I want you to teach
me."
I feign a look of shock, "Me? Really? You want me to
show you?" as I put both of my hands on my chest.
Valerie giggles, "Yes, I'd really like that. You know
lots."
I get a serious look on my face, "Well, Valerie, if
your serious..." I pause, "then you've got to
understand something."
"Yes. What is it?"
"You've got to promise to never tell anybody ever. Even
your mommy. Do you understand?"
"Oh yes, yes I do. I never told daddies secret. Never.
Mommy just caught us." She gives me a pleading look.
"OK, then. If you promise, then I can show you. Why
don't you come over here." I pat the space beside me on
the couch.
With an excited look, Valerie quickly crawls over to
get beside me. I can't help but watch that tight 8 year
old ass dance as she moves towards me. My cock becomes
a rigid post, straining against the confines of my
pants. Valerie moves into the crook of my arm and looks
up at me. I melt in those blue eyes. Just as quickly as
I had abandoned my old resolve I make a new one. I
promise myself that tonight will be dedicated to making
Valerie experience more pleasure than her father ever
gave her. And, the way I was feeling, it wasn't going
to be hard.
I put my hand on Valerie's chin and gently move her
head up to look me squarely in th eye. "Valerie, this
will probably be easier if you sit on my lap, facing
me."
She moves to step over my lap, my bulge obviously
evident for anyone to see. As she straddles my hips I
get a glance of her white panties. Just a tantalizing
glance. She lowers herself and immediately I can feel
the heat from her little 8 year old cunny radiating
through my pants and being absorbed by oh so willing
cock.
"Put your arms around my neck." I instruct her.
She dutifully lays her forearms on my shoulders and
clasps her hands behind my neck. She tilts her head
slightly, seemingly enjoying this game, awaiting
further instructions. I put arms around her body a
start to slowly pull her closer. Her body is warm,
inviting and firm. As, she gets closer I say, "Now just
kiss normally, but we are going to do it for a long
time."
She just nods and closes her eyes. Her lips are being
poised to join with my own. They have a natural hue to
them that only accentuate the beauty of her face. Our
lips meet for the first time. It is electric. I've
never experienced a kiss like this before. I've heard
the expression - blow your socks off - before, but it
isn't until this moment that I truly understand what it
means. I can feel that Valerie is experience the same
thing. The kiss starts off with gentle contact, as the
kiss progressed it became more intense.
Valerie's breathing increased and she started to press
harder onto my own lips. She started to naturally move
her head from one side to the other never leaving my
lips. Then to my surprise Valerie initiates the first
french-kiss. Her tongue darts into my mouth in a
exploratory manner. Then a second time where it
lingered a little more. This time I get the divine
taste of her 8 year old tongue. I mix it with my own
and the kiss progresses to a deep soul searching
connection. Valerie grabs my head tighter not wanting
the kiss to end. I clutch at her body, massaging her
back and feeling her flat, firm chest press against my
own.
Eventually our embrace ends. She slowly pulls away,
looking me deeply into the depths of my soul. I stop
breathing for a moment, totally taken away by the
moment. We both give a collective inhale of cleansing
air. We relax somewhat and Valerie slouches and with a
satisfied look says, "That was good. It made me feel
all good inside. Are there other things like that?"
She is hooked. I know it now. It will only get better
from here. I place my hands on her hips, creating a
moment trust and closeness. "Yes, sweetie. Much better
things. You can't even believe how good they are. I can
show you more if your ready."
"Oh, yes I am ready! I really want to do more! Since
they took daddy away I never dreamed I'd ever get to
feel good again. And, you make me feel really good."
"Well I want to too. You are very beautiful and I want
to make you feel really good. It'll be our own special
game." With that I gave her a reassuring hug. The smell
of her, as my nose caressed the nape of her neck
stirred emotions I never new I had. I reluctantly let
her go and she rocked back on my lap. The motion
applying pressure to my crotch. Making my desire
painfully aware. I grabbed the bottom of her pajamas,
my eyes trained on the hem I told her, "Look sweetie,
what we are going to do, we'll need to take this off."
"I know." she said knowingly. "And, you'll have to take
off your clothes to." as she started to wiggle off my
lap. I kept a firm grip on her hips preventing her from
moving. "No, sweetie. This will be a little different.
Remember I want to make you feel good.. Now just take
off your pajamas."
Valerie just looked at me then with my assistance
skimmed out of her pajamas. You know sometimes, in the
strangest situations, you remember the smallest of
details. But as I was pulling Valerie's pajamas off I
remember that it had a picture of Hello Kitty on it. I
remember being oddly aroused by that, as though it
added to the innocence that Valerie possessed. Her
pajama's where soft and had a pleasant smell to them. I
had an urge to sniff them but, that was quickly
abandoned when the mostly naked little 8 year old
appeared from behind the makeshift curtain that was her
pajamas.
I immediately brought my hands up to her waist where I
felt her silky smooth skin. She looked at me for more
direction. "OK sweetie, from here on in, we are not
going to talk much. So, just follow along and let me
make you feel good. OK?"
"Yes I'm ready." as she grinds her 8 year old pussy
into my groin.
I waste no time in starting her pleasure ride. I caress
her sides until my hands are gripped within each of her
armpits. I pull her forward and up. She makes a motion
with her head to ready it for a anticipated kiss. Her
eyes start to close. At that moment I by-pass her lips
and train my lips towards her immature nipples. I don't
even try a build up, I just dive in and start to suck
on the little nipple. My tongue starts to massage the
end, while I increase the suction.
Valerie gives out a gasp of surprise mixed with
pleasure. Her hands flail slightly, as though she
doesn't know what to do with them. I increase the tempo
of my tongue and exert some more suction. Valerie gives
an audible "Ohhhh!" I then release the pressure and
start to take my mouth off her tiny nub.
Filled with panic, Valerie quickly finds where to put
her hands. She aggressively grabs the back of my head,
entangling her fingers in my hair and with all her
strength tries to force my lips back onto her now blood
flushed nipple. I have to over power her to find her
other juvenile nipple. Her grip relaxes as she realizes
that I am now attacking the other side. She lifts
herself up to meet my probing tongue. Groaning and
panting. Her body shudders and she tries to meld our
bodies together. I know this is time to bring it up a
level.
I lower her back onto my lap, She feels my hard rod
through my pants and grids into it. I look into her
eyes, giving her a reassuring look. I start to guide
her off of my lap. She goes willingly. After the
ministrations on her nipples Valerie has become my
willing participant, following my lead without
question.
She stands before looking very much like the eight year
old girl, that she is, but flushed with desire. As, I
take a quick mental picture, I just know that it is
this look that I will remember again and again for the
rest of my life.
Not wanting to lose the moment I get up and lead her
around to sit her back onto the couch. I kneel in front
of the couch, putting my hands on either side of
Valerie's body I pull my face close to hers. She places
her hands around my neck and without words, in total
unison we engage in another incredible kiss. In what
seems like an eternity, I finally, reluctantly,
disengage myself from our passionate embrace.
My lips create a trail of kisses down her cheek to her
ear. I suck and nibble on her earlobes till I notice
her breathing becoming more erratic. I then move down
to the nape of her neck and continue kissing and
lightly sucking. I know I cannot suck as hard as I
would like. Leaving obvious evidence, in the form of a
hickey, is not an option. Being lost in the moment
makes this decision all that much more hard. The smell
of an 8 year old girl mixed with the taste of her skin
and the audible whimpering escaping her juvenile lips
is enough to drive the pope mad with desire. But, I
somehow manage to hold onto some kind of semblance of
control.
I slowly slide down her neck, kissing my way down her
chest to find those gorgeous little 8 year old nubs,
that received so much of my attention just a short time
ago. Valerie senses what I am about to do, and - with
both hands - clutch the back of my head guiding my
mouth to her nipple. Her chest thrusts forward to meet
my tongue and mouth. A low grunt comes from deep within
this little girl. The passion is evident.
Having already introduced Valerie to the pleasures of
tit stimulation I accelerate my plan to give Valerie
the night she will remember for years to come.
I again start to kiss down Valerie's body, kissing and
sucking down her taught little stomach. I notice that
her stomach is well defined as the muscles flex and
heave. I pause around her belly button, aggressively
licking and tongue fucking that little hole. My tongue
leaves and I continue down her body and I open my eyes.
Just before my lips reach her little hairless mound I
sit back to take a good look. It is a wonderful sight.
Her slit is small and tightly compressed together. Her
little nub is just peeking out from her slit as though
it is playing some kind of erotic game of hide-and-
seek. I can see just the tops of her juvenile lips
engorged with blood, obviously aroused.
The anticipation is too much. But, I really want to do
this right. Rather than diving into this tiny cunt, I
lean forward and attack the inside her thighs, moving
from one thigh to the next. Slowly tantalizingly moving
closer to this 8 year old pussy. The smell of her pussy
is almost sweet. There are no words that can describe
how the smell of a 8 year old cunt can heighten your
awareness of your sexual desires.
I can no longer wait. This overload is entirely too
much. I dare any man to be able to resist what I am
faced with. My mouth slides over her cunny. My tongue
darts out homing in on her ever so small clit. As, I
start to tongue and suck her clit, Valerie cries out
and thrusts her hips into my face. I work her clit as
though I am starving man. I then change tactics and
place my tongue at the lower part of her young slit.
With one deft stroke I force my tongue into her
depression, making sure that I flatten out my tongue to
get as much area coverage to lick both labia. I do this
again, creating a rhythm of pleasure. My head bobs up
and down as I get more and more into this action.
Valerie starts to squirm and vibrate. I pause for a
minute and grab each of her legs and position them over
my shoulders. With her calves dangling on my back and
her knees to each side of my ears, I grab her upper
thighs and firmly grip her. I dive back into her
waiting pussy. My mouth alternates between her lips and
her nub. Each stroke, each kiss, each sucks inflames
her loins to the point that I think she is going to
pass out.
Her little hands entangle themselves in my hair,
pulling with great abandon then releasing to just pull
again. I then dramatically thrust my tongue into her
tight little hole. She responds by grabbing and pulling
my hair towards her, impaling my tongue further into
her body. My tongue fuck increases its speed. Her
immature pussy responds with a slick pouring of cunt
juices which only enhances the experience of her first
cunnilingus and my ever so thirst desires.
I start to alternate between all three moves. Not
lingering on one for very long. Upping my tempo to
create a crescendo that Valerie is so close to
reaching. Her hips start to buck. Her body
uncontrollably shivers and she emits a desire filled,
"Aahhhhh!"
This little sexy girl came a torrent. Her juices
gushing from deep within, finding escape around my
probing tongue. Her hip thrusts kept up, which seemed
like an eternity. Her little hands kept my head in a
vice like grip, not letting it escape her little bare
mound. She continued to pant uncontrollably and in her
high pitched 8 year old voice kept going, "Ohhhh! Ohhh!
Ohhh!" with each orgasmic wave. Finally she was spent.
Her arms fell away. Her legs relaxed and slid off my
body to each side, finally resting on each side of my
waist.
I sat back on my haunches. Framed in my perspective was
a vision that I didn't expect. Nor was I prepared for.
I was immediately drawn to her legs. Her small taught
ass was resting on the edge of my couch. Her legs where
obscenely wide apart, creating an erotic "V" that
pointed directly, up to her pussy that had just
experienced the time of its life, and it showed.
Valerie's pussy was flushed pink, but the most
desirable attribute was the glistening trail of her 8
year old juices leaking form her little hole and
running down the tight globes of her exposed ass cheeks
and trying to penetrate into the crack of her ass. I
followed her body up towards her face. Her stomach was
rising and falling trying to catch her breath. Her
chest was heaving and her nipples where still raw from
the sucking and sparkling from the saliva I had left
there. But, when I finally reached her face, her 8 year
old face, this is what put me over the edge.
Her mouth was slightly open and you could almost see
the small puffs of breath as she sucked air in and out.
Her face was relaxed, but it was the eyes. Her eyelids
where half closed and those beautiful light blue eyes
where looking at me with incredulity. But, it was that
look. Her eyes where sultry with the most desirable
bedroom eyes that I have ever witnessed. I would have
done anything foe her at that moment. If she would've
asked me to jump off a cliff, I would've done it
without a question. I was totally and utterly lost.
I could no longer wait. I all but tore my shirt off. I
stood up and unbuckled my pants. Valerie just sat
there, unmoving, her eyes following each of my
movements. I unbuttoned my pants, struggled with the
zipper and let them fall to the ground. My raging hard
poked my underwear into a tent. Valerie just sat, with
no expression on her a face. Just an afterglow that
suggested total compliance.
I put my thumbs into the waist band of my underwear and
pulled them down my legs and let them fall to the
ground. I stepped out of my now disposed of clothes. My
seven inch penis now driving my every instinct. It's
long narrow shaft and purple engorged mushroom head
could've been intimidating to an 8 year old, but
Valerie didn't even bat an eye. As a matter of fact I
noticed that she spread her legs ever so slightly
apart. This was encouraging.
I knelt down between her spread open legs. My angry
cock bobbing up and down with every little motion.
Valerie kept her eyes trained on my seven inch baby
maker. I placed my hands on either side of her hips,
making the couch slouch down slightly. The head of my
cock hovered oh so tantalizingly close to Valerie's
waiting pussy. We raised our heads in unison and our
eyes locked. Without a word, my look conveyed my
intentions, but I awaited a response. It seemed like an
eternity but Valerie gave a nod of acknowledgment. Her
face content and a healthy glow radiating from all
over.
I grasped the shaft of my cock and started to guide it
toward Valerie's immature 8 year old vagina. I kept my
body raised up so I could look down and see my seven-
incher spread her little cunt apart as my head started
to invade her pussy. Valerie also watched this obscene
intrusion into her body. Her cunt was slick with her
own juices and I had no fear that I would have any
problems entering her.
Just before I started the heavenly push into her
waiting cunt, I stopped to swab the outside of her slit
with the head of my prick. The sides of her pussy
undulated as I moved it up and down. I then centered
the head and slowly, ever so slowly started to push my
cock inch by inch into her sucking 8 year old cunt. It
was tight warm and smooth as silk.
I wanted so bad just to jam my prick to the hilt in one
swift thrust. But, really wanted to enjoy this. Her
cunt seemed to suck my prick right into her. There was
very little resistance and my cock had free rein. I
took a quick glance up at Valerie. She had her eyes
closed. Her long eyelashes resting on her high cheek
bones. Her full lips slightly resting together. There
was nothing but pleasure written all over her face.
I finally bottomed out and only about an inch remained
on the outside of my 8 year old lover. I paused for a
brief time, then just as slowly I started to withdraw
by penis, reversing my slow insertion. Seeing my cock
coming out of this hairless tiny cunt made me almost
spew my entire load right then and there. But, if Sara
taught me anything it was how to control myself in
these delicious fucks.
I pushed back in, increasing my thrusting each time I
moved in and out, until I found a comfortable rhythm.
With my cock ramming like an unabated piston, abusing
this 8 year olds used cunt, I managed to look up at
Valerie. Her mouth was now open panting in time with
each thrust. Confident that I will be giving this 8
year old the fuck of her life, I lowered my self onto
her body. I desired the contact and warmth of another
body. Her body felt small and fragile beneath me. It
only heightened my lust. Feeling that flat chest
heaving against my own and the bobbing of her whole
body as it moved up and down from each hard thrust.
She started with a slight, "Ahhh, Ahhh, Ahhh," each
time my cock penetrated her slick tight hole. The
volume, of her voice, started increasing as our fuck
continued. Until she was so loud I was afraid she was
going to wake my kids.
I was motivated and knowing the pleasure I had given
this kid tonight I became selfish and upped my tempo. I
wanted to fill this little 8 year olds cunt with loads
and loads of my cream. The pressure started to build in
my balls. My cock started to twitch and spasm. That
heavenly feeling that you get just before you blow your
load, quickly rushed all over my body.
Then just before I was about to fill this little girl
with all the cum I could muster, her body tensed and
writhed underneath me. Her little legs whipped around
and clutched me in a death grip. Her little hands dug
into my back and her cunt started to spasm and milk my
cock. With total abandon she yelled, "Oh fuck me
daddy!"
That was it. I may not agree with what her dad did. I
mean I'd never consider fucking my own daughter but,
I'll give him credit. Valerie's dad primed this little
vixen to fuck like a banshee.
My pleasure centers where overloaded. Valerie came with
total abandon. Her hips met each and every thrust. I
was penetrating cock was moving in a blur. Till finally
I gave that on big push. My cock did everything it
could to bury all 7 inches into this 8 year old pussy.
I'm pretty sure I cried out as my cum started spurting,
covering the back of Valerie's vagina with coat after
coat my cum. I was exploding like a fire hose. It was
the most intense feeling. I had so much cum saved up
that Valerie's pussy was overflowing with my cum. As
the squirts started to die off I started small
satisfying thrusts.
I managed to raise myself just enough to see the
remnants of our orgasmic endeavor. My cock still
somewhat hard and doing micro thrusts exposed streaks
of my cum showing around the base of my cock. This
erotic sight almost made me hard again. I so wanted to
fuck Valerie again. But, I had lost track of time and I
felt a small knot of dread thinking that Valerie's
mother could show up at anytime.
I moved my whole body back and in the process my
shrinking cock slid out of Valerie's pussy with an
audible slurp. Valerie let her legs and arms slide off
of my body and dropped to the couch.
I looked at her face. I think I loved her at that
moment. She was in total and utter bliss. Content with
the fucking she just received. I felt as though it was
mission accomplished. She would always remember this.
But, so would I.
I glanced down to her little abused 8 year old pussy.
My cum was leaking out of her now used pussy. The cum
was ever so slowly dripping down her ass. I grabbed
some handy kleenex. I sat down between her legs. I
brought the kleenex up to her cunt. The odor of her
well used pussy was now a musky sexy smell. Mixing her
own juices with the copious amount of cum I just
deposited into her juvenile womb. Without looking at
her I started to clean the cum off of her pussy. At the
same time I said, "Sweetie, we have to clean you up. We
can't have you leaking all over."
"I know." she replied.
Yes, she's done this before. Why was I so surprised by
the ease that she replied.
As I wiped the still leaking cum, more of my cum
started oozing out at a faster rate. I needed more
kleenex. I couldn't believe the amount of cum I filled
this pre-teens cunt with. My god, it was so much I
figured I could get her pregnant when she grows up.
That was a tantalizing thought. She was at least 4
years away from her period. The thought of knocking up
Valerie just made my cock twitch.
More cum came out and I finally realized that Valerie
was squeezing her vaginal walls and pushing the cum
out. She has done this before. I really felt, at that
moment, that our secret would be safe.
The cum finally seemed to stop. I wiped up just a
little more with fresh kleenex just to make sure. I
looked at Valerie and with a soft loving voice I said,
"We had better get dressed. Your mom will probably be
here soon."
We both got dressed. I couldn't help but watch my
little lover. Every move was graceful. Her pajamas hung
about her maturing body giving hints of what it will be
like. But, I didn't care about then. I was more than
satisfied about now.
After we where both full clothed. I sat back down on
the couch and turned on the TV. The afterglow was
incredible and I just wanted to enjoy it in silence.
Valerie crawled up beside me and cuddled up into the
crook of my arm. I gave her a reassuring squeeze. She
was now just transformed back into that 8 year old girl
that was just on my door step just a few short hours
ago. I knew I wanted to do this again.
I couldn't believe that the two best sexual experiences
I've ever had came from a five year old and now a 8
year old. I couldn't help think of all the time I
missed earlier. I now had all of that time to make up.
There are more little girls that need to be introduced
to their first sexual experience. But, I'll think of
that later. Right now I just want to enjoy Valerie and
wait for her mother to come.
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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.
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