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Lifetime of Guilt - 1
by LaPetiteMort (highwater08@comcast.net)

***

An outcast at 16, Craig knew he could never disclose his 
secret. Now pushing 50, success, money and the internet 
had changed his attitudes. Chloe would change his life. 
(Mg, extreme-ped, 1st, oral)

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Loving Ten Year Old Chloe - Chapter 1

For some reason, I want to take some time and tell you 
about my horribly, perverted desires and my recent 
wonderful luck in satisfying them. Maybe I'm just trying 
to rub society's "rules of acceptable behavior" into 
millions of up-turned, hypocritical noses all at once.

When I was sixteen, guilt became the major guiding force 
in my life. I had dated, lost my virginity and even 
satisfied an "older woman (24)" but the beauty who 
pursued me in high school became my vocal enemy when I 
did not share her feelings. I was called "fagot," 
"queer," "sissy boy" and a dozen other names because I 
did not ask her out or date other girls in high school. 
In college, I know people whispered behind my back, but 
I could not explain; I could not tell my secret; I had 
to live a lie.

At sixteen, I had to admit to myself that I was sexually 
attracted to girls, young girls - girls as young as my 
nine year old sister, my six year old sister and all 
their friends. Even I could no face that maybe I was 
attracted to girls even younger than that. In my mid-
western, small-town world, in the early-eighties, even 
thinking such a thing, meant that you were not worthy to 
live and should go out and kill yourself. 

I knew I was the only such horribly perverted person in 
the world. I worked day and night to keep my mind off 
sex. All my friends thought I was androgynous and not 
interested in sex. By the time I was pushing fifty, the 
Internet had exploded and I had more money than I could 
ever spend and I knew there were millions like me.

So what's the good part? The economy tanked and the 
downturn did not touch me at all. I got bought out by a 
big tech company and was sitting at home last month when 
the telephone rang. 

"Greg, this is Tina Collins. I worked for you until you 
left six months ago."

"Good to hear from you Tina. You always brightened up my 
days. You always dressed so nice, smelled so good and 
are so tiny, shapely and beautiful. Is that the right 
Tina?"

The line was quiet. She called me; I wasn't her 
employer; I could be naughty and tease; no sexual-
harassment suit here.

Now she laughed nervously, "Thank you, I guess that 
might be a good description from a male standpoint."

"From a male standpoint, the description could be more 
vivid. I apologize for my overly active imagination 
today, Tina. I'm writing novels now. It is difficult to 
turn off the ideas when the telephone rings."

"Greg, I got laid off a few months after you left. I'm 
single and have an eight year old daughter. I haven't 
been able to find work and the bank is threatening to 
foreclose on my house. I was hoping you might have some 
ideas of where I could find a job. We used to talk and 
tease. I had a boyfriend then. I'm sorry for calling you 
but we're desperate."

"How about food, insurance, a car and medical care? How 
desperate are you?"

She got smug on me. "Well I definitely am not resorting 
to being an escort."

"Just like when we worked together, I always say the 
wrong thing and piss you off. I remember you discovering 
that I owned the company and really getting mad, saying, 
"Just because you have money, doesn't mean I'll do 
anything, to date you."

"Yea, that was me. If you're still angry about that, 
just hang up on me. This was a long shot. I've been 
turned down for work a couple dozen times. I don't have 
any parents to go home to. You are the only person of 
means I know. I'm out of ideas."

"Meet me for lunch at Dino's at one. We'll talk some 
more and see if I have any ideas."

The phone was silent again.

"Tina?"

"I'm still here, Greg. I can't meet you."

"Why not?"

"My car is out of gas. It is being repossessed. I live 
twenty miles from there and I don't have the money for a 
taxi. My clothes probably aren't nice or clean enough to 
meet you. I'm sorry for calling."

"Tina, I'll send a car for you. Dress in anything you 
want. I'll wear jeans and a polo shirt; I assure you, 
Dino's will not complain if you show up in shorts, a 
halter top and flip-flops. If you don't have a 
babysitter, bring your daughter."

My memory was catching up by the time we hung up. Tina 
was very self-centered. Her pheromones were outrageous. 
I think those and her tiny statue attracted me. Twice 
while she worked for me, child services followed-up on 
complaints that she was leaving her daughter un-attended 
while she partied. As I recall, she was on some sort of 
probation for such neglect.

Little Chloe was a miniature version of her mother. I 
was instantly attracted to the eight year old when Tina 
arrived at Dino's for lunch. Chloe was a charmer. Her 
mother did not have time for her and kept trying to keep 
her quiet from even normal conversation. Chloe and I 
talked while Tina went on an extended telephone and 
bathroom break.

"Do you have your own room at home?"

"Yes, but I don't have a TV. I can't play games or 
anything when mom has her boyfriends over."

"Boyfriends? Does she have a lot of them?"

"Yes, lots and lots."

"Maybe you should try to stay over at one of your 
friends when that happens."

"It happens every night. Usually they make a lot of 
noise. Sometimes one of her boyfriends comes into my 
room and looks at me or touches me."

"Touches you?"

"You know, he thinks, I'm asleep and puts his hand on my 
chest or on my cunny."

"Do you like that?"

"Maybe I would but mom calls them and they run back to 
her. I've told her about them touching me but she 
doesn't get mad at them or anything."

When Tina returned, I called over one of the owners and 
whispered to him, "I need to talk to this young woman 
for about thirty minutes. If you find someone to take 
care of the little one for that long, I will be very 
appreciative and will pay the "babysitter" very well."

I'm a frequent patron at Dino's and even loaned the 
owners some money for remodeling to meet codes and 
become compliant with new regulations. Needless to say, 
I got great treatment. Chloe was off to tour the kitchen 
so she could report on it to her third grade class.

"Tina, we don't have much time, before Chloe comes back. 
How much do you need to keep your car, house, insurance 
and find a job?"

"My car is $400, my car and house insurance is $280 and 
my house payment, plus taxes, is $1250 - all that is per 
month. So before utilities, food and gas, I need 
$2000/month."

"Can you find a job, while taking care of Chloe?"

"Probably not."

"Thanks for being honest. So even a $5000 gift, 
probably, won't get you on your feet and solve the 
income and job problem."

Tina's eyes lit up like the wheels on a slot machine.

"I remember your problems with Child Services. Are you 
past those now?"

Her facial expression dimmed noticeably, "No, they still 
want me to be "Mom" more."

"And you want to be free and party more?"

"That's pretty crude but I guess that's right."

"Drink all of the wine in your glass. Bite the end of 
your napkin; stay very quiet; do not react until you 
really consider everything I say."

Tina nodded "Yes" reluctantly.

"I will help you on certain conditions. You are a self-
centered woman who really does not want to be a mother. 
You put me down many times when you worked at my company 
and did not know I owned it. Your daughter is a doll and 
she deserves more. I would never hurt her. I'll give you 
$5000 for her to spend the next two weeks with me, no 
questions asked."

The first look from Tina's eyes was shock but then it 
moved to calculating and cold.

"What would you do to her?"

"Are you trying to negotiate with me? Your telephone 
call was long earlier. I'm guessing you have a date 
tonight and will be trying to get some money from your 
john?"

Her eyes flashed with hatred.

"What were we discussing? Oh, yes, your immediate need 
for $5000 to save your car and house, find a paying job 
and keep Social Services off your back. How were you 
going to insult me this time, Tina?"

I watched her emotions melt into harsh reality. Chloe 
was an asset she had not considered. She didn't have a 
sitter tonight, Chloe would complain and her date would 
not want a eight year old around. Truth-be-known, Tina 
did not know who Chloe's father was.

"Tina, I need to get going. Your tiny sexy body and your 
pheromones have always attracted me. However, you have 
shot me down enough that I no longer trust you. There 
are twenty-two days left in this month. Chloe will come 
back to you happy, excited, more knowledgeable and with 
new everything. As your "good friend," I am helping you 
have the time to get your life together, find a job and 
catch up on your bills. I'll give you $7,500 to leave 
her with me for the rest of this month, starting now."

"Can I call her and check on her?"

"Today is Thursday. You can call her next Wednesday. 
Then you can call her on Sunday and Wednesday nights, 
but you cannot quiz her or pressure her to come home 
early."

"What could you do, if I did?"

"You'll discover this is a good deal for you and Chloe. 
She will enjoy herself. You'll probably want to do it 
again for more money. You might even refer another one 
of your other "mom" friends for a finder's fee. Don't 
play by the rules and I'll send her home early. You'll 
have a short term gain but we won't work together ever 
again. Like you said, "The economy is bad." There are 
other women I can help."

Tina was trying to justify in her mind what she had 
already decided to do. I helped when Chloe returned, 
"Chloe, your mom has a chance for work for the next 
three weeks. She is afraid to tell you. If it works out, 
you can go back home and stay at your house, your mom 
can keep her car and you can keep going to the same 
school. But you get to decide, because she believes you 
are not a big enough girl for her to go away for three 
weeks. You would have to stay with me. Tonight, we can 
go to the zoo and see the baby animals. 

"Tomorrow, we can go horseback riding. This weekend, you 
can go shop for new clothes. I know lots of fun things 
we can do until your mother gets off work. But you have 
to decide, if she can go away for three weeks. You can 
talk with her twice a week on the telephone and the time 
will pass very quickly. She is afraid to ask you."

I stayed out of the conversation. I wasn't needed. Tina 
had taken the role of convincing her daughter that this 
was their only hope for survival. Uncle Greg could make 
everything right, if only she (Chloe) could be a big 
girl for three weeks and do everything I said.

Chloe and I had already hit it off. She wasn't a hard 
sell. She liked all the adventures I offered.

I put together a hand written "Power of Attorney" for 
Tina to sign so I could act in her behalf in all matters 
as they related to Chloe and had Tina sign it in front 
of two good witnesses. She was in a hurry to leave and 
did not want to listen to my scenarios of health, pick-
up from school, etc. Chloe was not surprised. She was 
used to her mother not having time for her. In fact, 
Chloe was more interested in telling me about her 
kitchen tour as her mother left.

Chloe was excited and tired when we got to my house 
late, about nine. She had enjoyed the royal treatment at 
the zoo and holding the baby animals.

"Chloe, you do not have any clothes here. You start your 
bath and I'll take each piece of your clothing and write 
down its size so I'll know how to help you shop. When 
you get into the tub, I'll start the wash to clean what 
you have on. You can wear one of my t-shirts as a night 
gown tonight. Is all of that, OK with you? I know you 
are having to be a big girl very fast." 

The little angel was not shy. She stripped in front of 
me while the tub filled. She liked the bubbles from the 
Neutogena and the make-shift floating toys I gathered 
for her. I kept telling her how special she was and how 
beautiful I thought she was. She might have been 
embarrassed by my praise but it did not show. She was 
enamored by all the newness, the big opulent house and 
all the attention. She was warm, tired and sleepy by the 
time I returned from getting her wash started.

"You look so tired. Can I help you bathe and get you to 
bed?"

Chloe just nodded. So did my cock. My hands were 
trembling. I was about to touch the first child in my 
long life of disciplined denial of my true nature. 

"I don't know where that old wash cloth is. I'll just 
wash you with my hands."

I washed every inch, crack, pleat, toe and dimple on her 
body. Each spot seemed to warm in my hands and press 
softly into my fingers. When I had her stand and pulled 
the tiny hood back and bathed her clit, her hips worked 
into my finger tips. When I had her bend forward and 
washed her tight wrinkled pucker, she did not resist 
when my finger slipped into her. In fact, she pushed 
back and took it to the second knuckle. 

No words were spoken but she was very still while I 
washed her clit again, fingered the crack of her pussy 
and pushed a finger from my other hand into her asshole. 
She was enjoying it all when I stopped and asked, "Does 
everything feel clean now. I've never bathed another 
person before. You will have to tell me how to do it 
right."

Chloe's little body was tired, still she directed me to 
wash a little more, both front and back, and then make 
sure all the soap was washed away. She was almost asleep 
when I laid her down on the queen bed in the first guest 
room. A faint voice pleaded with me as I turned off the 
light, "Uncle Greg, can I sleep in your bed tonight? I'm 
afraid in here."

I had no chance to say, "No."

She snuggled under the comforter in the king sized bed 
in my master bedroom. She did not reply when I said, 
"You rest. I'll only be in the bathroom. I'm dirty and 
have to take a shower too."

My heart pounded as I decided not to jack off in the 
shower. I did everything, as if I were going on a date. 
I brushed my teeth, flossed, used mouth wash, checked my 
privates and my ass. Every hair was in place when I 
slipped nude under the comforter on my side of the bed. 
I was afraid, yet, I pulled Chloe's back to me. She 
snuggled into the warmth and did not respond to my cock 
pushing between her thighs and throbbing against her 
soft belly. She did not object when my hands slipped 
under her night shirt to rub her puffy nipples gently. 

I slipped her night shirt over her head and had a 
completely nude eight year old girl's skin touching my 
chest, her legs pressed tightly on either side of my 
raging cock and my arms pulling her to me. My nose 
buried into her hair. I inhaled. My lips kissed her neck 
and I tasted her shoulders with my tongue. My entire 
body was trembling when I thrust and came onto her belly 
and thighs. Chloe giggled. We both slept.

I had twenty-two days to possess her and know her body. 
I had twenty-two days to open her. I had twenty-two days 
to teach her, give her climaxes and lick the wetness 
from her hairless eight-year old pussy. I had twenty-two 
days for my cock to empty into her mouth, her pussy and 
her bowels.

Per our plan, we skipped school on Friday. I let Chloe 
pick the restaurant for breakfast. She only knew 
MacDonald's and Denny's. She apologized for picking 
Denny's because it was so "expensive." Seems it was her 
favorite place because it sent her a free breakfast card 
for her birthday, just a few months ago.

At the riding stables, Chloe was not afraid of the 
horses and quickly graduated from Shetlands. She was 
impatient to get out of the corral. We took a short 
guided trail ride late in the morning, had a picnic 
lunch on top of a cliff and rode back to the stable. My 
ass was sore but the stable gave her the option of 
leading me and her teacher along a two mile circular 
trail. My ass would have to endure. Her enthusiasm could 
not be denied. Chloe was still on adrenalin for a quick 
stop at the mall for pajamas and a pizza but crashed 
before we got out of the mall parking lot.

Bath time was like the night before. Chloe was even more 
tired. I dressed her in her new pajamas and put her into 
the guest room and went to shower. She was in my king 
sized bed, almost asleep and nude when I came out. She 
backed into me, grabbed my hand and pulled it around her 
to rest on her belly. This is what she wanted; now she 
was asleep. I was tired and caring about the little 
squirt. My cock did not rage like the night before. I 
went to sleep, protecting my treasure.

As we cooked together the next morning, Chloe asked, 
"Are you really going to take me to the mall and buy me 
clothes today?"

"Sure."

"The same mall as last night?"

"If you want to go to that mall."

"Oh yes, but won't that cost a lot of money?"

"I want to get you nice clothes. You're worth it, aren't 
you?"

She smiled and looked very smug.

"What is it?"

"I've never had nice clothes like the other girls at 
school. Sometimes they have said mean things about me 
wearing pajama bottoms, not having socks or my shirt 
being dirty."

I turned so she could not see my tear, "Well, at least 
for a while, after today, you will not have that 
problem."

"Why for just a while?"

"Because you are growing up. Your new clothes will not 
fit in a few months."

Chloe was an appreciative, happy, bubbly delight. I even 
went in to the dressing rooms with her a few times. She 
noticed the lump in my pants when she was down to 
panties a couple of times but she kept going like a 
world class shopper.

We got home early enough to bathe and settle down to 
watch TV for a while before bedtime that night.

"Don't you have a girlfriend?"

"No, no girlfriend."

"You should have one. You are nice and have a big house. 
You could have kids and everything."

"I always worked too much to meet a girl who wanted to 
be my girlfriend. Besides I would not know what to do 
with a girlfriend but I have dreamed about having a 
family."

"Mom has lots of boyfriends. I see them kissing, hugging 
and stuff. Lots of times they do not know I am watching 
them."

"Well, if you think it is a good idea, I'll try to find 
a girlfriend, but I don't know what to do. Maybe you can 
teach me what boyfriends and girlfriends do, during your 
stay with me."

"I could do that."

I looked very worried, very sad and then almost 
whispered, "Thank you for being so nice, but we had 
better not do that."

"Why not? Are you too shy?"

"I don't think I would be too shy with you but grownups 
are not supposed to do things like that with people who 
have not grown up yet. I could get into a lot of trouble 
and the whole world would be mad at me."

"I won't tell. We'll have a secret. I can teach you to 
kiss."

"You only saw your mom. How can you teach me to kiss?"

"Two of her boyfriends have kissed me and I have 
practiced with my friend Karen. It is a lot of fun."

"Ok, but only, if it can be our secret. How do we start 
learning to kiss?"

My rented angel, in her new night gown, slippers and 
robe, took the lead. The robe and the slippers hit the 
floor about the time she straddled my flannel lounging-
pants encased hard cock. Her lips and tongue went 
directly to work without preliminaries. Her eagerness 
was exciting. She liked to suck my tongue and liked hers 
sucked even more. 

Somewhere, Chloe had learned to thrust her hips to rake 
her clit against things that made it feel good. After I 
adjusted my rock hard cock to lie straight up toward my 
belly button, her thrusts were working very well for 
her. She had already shown me that her slightly puffy 
breasts liked to be rubbed gently. It wasn't long before 
her breathing was ragged.

I asked her, "What else do boyfriends and girlfriends 
do?"

"We have to go to the bedroom and take off all our 
clothes. Then I can show you."

While we gathered up her clothes and headed toward my 
bedroom, I asked her, "Do you ever touch your pussy and 
make it feel good." I didn't think she would understand 
or answer. She pulled a favorite female trick and 
answered my question with a question, "Do you?"

"I don't have a pussy, but sometimes I play with my 
cock. But that is different."

"Why? I've seen my mom use her hands and her mouth and 
her pussy to play with her boyfriends. Sometimes they 
squirt white stuff when she plays with their cocks."

"That's what I meant about being different. I didn't 
think you knew about that. You wouldn't want to play 
with me if I squirted…………Would you?"

"Sure, I think it would be neat."

"Can I play with you down there, the same way?"

By now we were in the bedroom and Chloe was nude. I was 
about to die because my cock was so hard and my heart 
was pounding out of my chest. I had a massive tent in my 
pants but stood before Chloe with no shirt or shoes. I 
wanted to see how far she and Karen had gone together, 
"I'm embarrassed. Can you teach me to play with you 
first?"

It must be natural. Chloe lay back onto my bed and 
reached for me. We went back to kissing but my hands 
were more free on her body. Her hips rose to increase 
the pressure of my slippery fingertips on her clit. When 
her eyes closed, I let my mouth drop slowly to her 
pussy. My tongue licked from her pretty pucker, through 
her slit and tickled around her little button. Her tiny 
body arched and she held her breath. 

I licked and played with the tight lips. She got wetter 
and wetter. I opened her and saw her hymen was now only 
a ring, mostly intact with a few tears. I sucked at the 
shinny little pearl. She gasped. It was a little after 
eight. I stopped and asked, "Is this all right? Is this 
like a boyfriend does?"

She gasped, "Yes" and pulled my head back between her 
legs as they spread wider for me.

I had no idea, if an eight year old could cum but I gave 
her all my attention and theoretical sexual skills 
acquired on the internet. Her legs wrapped around my 
head and her heels pulled me into her. Even at eight she 
was a noisy lover. Her little body was not finished. It 
did not come all the way back down from her high. She 
suffered through her tenderness. In a couple of minutes, 
she grasped my hair, used me through another climax and 
tried to curl around my head. 

I kept working on her. Without warning, like a coiled 
spring she arched backward. If she were not holding my 
head, I swear she would have flung me off the bed. Her 
sound was a mighty and deep growl starting in her belly 
and escaping loudly out of her mouth. Her pussy pushed 
out nectar for me. I licked it up and swallowed every 
drop. Chloe rolled to one side and I slipped up to hold 
her, kiss her face and tell her how wonderful she was. I 
told her how beautiful her body was and how much I liked 
the taste of her pussy when she climaxed and the juices 
that came from inside her.

I was quiet and covered up. Chloe was asleep. For maybe 
an hour and a half, I tried to go to sleep. I did doze, 
but my unsatisfied cock was keeping me awake. I had 
decided to take care of myself and tried to slip my arm 
from under her head. Her body scooted against my side, 
asleep I thought, but her right hand closed around my 
cock and gently began to work it up and down. My moan 
was real. She took it as encouragement and pushed our 
covers off.

For the next ten minutes, I was examined. Chloe even 
turned on the bedside lamp and had me turn so she could 
roll my balls in her hand. When she saw a drop on the 
tip of my cock, I told her, "Rub it. It is slippery. I 
guess a boyfriend's slipperiness and his girlfriend's 
slipperiness are supposed to make his cock slide inside 
her easier."

Chloe played with the pre-cum that I seemed to be 
pumping out copiously. I watched her wet fingertips go 
to her lips and her tongue flick out to taste it. She 
sucked her fingers. I stayed quiet. Her hand continued 
to jack my cock up and down but soon I felt her tiny 
lips stretch over the head of my cock. I moaned in pure 
pleasure. Her eyes looked up at me. I was watching her, 
"That is the best feeling I have ever had. You are so 
beautiful with the head of my cock in your mouth."

"My mom does this all the time for her boyfriends. She 
swallows when they squirt in her mouth."

"You wouldn't have to do that for me. You could just 
keep rubbing me and I would squirt. But please don't 
stop sucking and licking me yet. I hope you felt this 
good when I licked you."

Chloe had a purpose now. She had to be as good as her 
mother and give me as much pleasure as I had given her. 
She was tired but happy from her day of shopping. Now 
she was being a big girl, kneeling between my legs, bent 
over with my cock in her mouth. Just like her mother. 
Chloe knew how to use her hands, getting them well lubed 
and even twisting them in opposite directions around the 
ridge of my helmet. She had me groaning and pleading. 
She even knew to back off to torture me and slow me down 
to make me last longer.

I pleaded with my teacher, "Please, Chloe make me cum. 
Your hands have me ready and my cock is getting 
sensitive. Do whatever your mom does to make her 
boyfriends cum."

Still she twisted her hands around my shaft. My body 
tossed from side to side and I moaned in tortured 
pleasure. Her little mouth stretched over the head of my 
cock and I could barely speak, "Oh my God, Yes, Chloe. 
That's so good."

She did not stop. In another half minute I told her, 
"I'm about to cum. Maybe you want to take me out of your 
mouth." But she didn't. My body arched so all my weight 
was on the back of my neck and my heels. My cock got so 
hard it hurt. My balls tightened and I came into a 
child's mouth for the first time. 

I laced the back of Chloe's mouth with cum for the first 
time. She swallowed for the first time and kept working 
through my climax. I could not inhale, relax or speak. I 
became so tender I had to get her off my cock. She 
sucked hard to pull the last cum out of my already 
softening shaft.

I snatched her up into my arms, hugged her and told her 
how wonderful she was. I added, "You have to be the best 
girlfriend in the world. I have never felt anything that 
good." I covered her with kisses and held her.

I held her and snuggled with her. She was almost asleep 
when I said, "You let me cum in your mouth and swallowed 
it. That was wonderful. Thank you for doing that for 
me."

"You let me cum in your mouth and kept licking me until 
I came two more times."

"That's because you taste so good. I love how you taste 
when you cum."

Her voice was only a mumble, "I like how you taste too."

Sunday we went to Six Flags. We were both tired. We 
bathed together, snuggled nude and went to sleep. The 
next morning we worked together to get her breakfast and 
her off to school.

"Chloe I have something very serious to talk to you 
about."

"I know. We have a secret. I won't tell anyone."

"Thank you. I love you living here with me. You are 
teaching me what boyfriends and girlfriends do. And we 
are doing lots of fun things together and going places. 
I would like to tell the world about how wonderful you 
are but I don't want to go to jail."

Her little arms went around my neck. She gave me a half 
kid and half grown-up kiss and said, "Don't worry, I 
like what we do. I know how to keep a secret."

I drove her to school that morning. Armed with my Power 
of Attorney, I explained Chloe would be staying with me 
for three weeks and why. This kind of thing must happen 
often. I gave them my address, phone numbers, a copy of 
my driver's license and a copy of my Power of Attorney. 
They told me where and when to pick up Chloe.

For the next few days, Chloe's and my life was filled 
with school work and our routine of doing something for 
fun, bathing and her getting me to practice being her 
touching, oral and snuggling boyfriend. Chloe cried 
after her call with her mother. She had so much to tell 
her but mom was busy and couldn't talk long. On the 
speaker phone I could tell Tina was pretty drunk – it 
was only seven p.m.

I helped, no, I actually I did most of Chloe's homework 
that night. She needed to snuggle and feel loved. She 
picked a Disney movie and we watched it together. She 
was quiet on Thursday. Friday night she asked if we 
could watch another movie. In fact, she picked the same 
one, "Aladdin." 

We bathed. I lay mostly on the couch in my robe and she 
mostly lay on top of me. I read; she watched the movie 
and wiggled around a lot. My cock was half hard with ten 
minutes or so to go in the movie. Chloe opened her robe 
and mine too so our bodies would touch. She trapped my 
cock between her thighs and tight against her pussy. She 
liked the story. They would live "happily ever after."

Her week had exhausted her. Her stress and 
disappointment from her call with her mother added 
greatly to her tiredness. When I carried her to bed she 
asked, "Do you think they stayed together and had kids."

"I know they did. They had four and they went on 
picnics, rode horses and went to the beach. Everyone was 
happy and filled with love. Even though they were 
married they stayed like girlfriend and boyfriend their 
whole life. And their kids knew how to be happy like 
that too."

Chloe snuggled extra close that night and we slept 
through until the morning sun lit the bedroom. I was 
being lazy. My morning piss hard was lobbying to get up 
when my little bedmate straddled my thighs, worked her 
hips forward and mashed my rock hard shaft down against 
my belly. Immediately, I felt her wetness and the lips 
of her pussy spread to slide up and down along my cock.

She had been a busy girl. Her fingers were damp when 
they gripped the skin over my nipples to hold herself in 
place.

"You are my boyfriend."

"And you are my girlfriend."

"So we should have sex and babies."

"Your body on mine like this is close to heaven. There 
is nothing that I would like more than to push inside 
you, give you great pleasure and leave a baby growing in 
your belly. But you are a little too young to have 
babies. First you have to start having monthly periods. 
Do you know about those?"

"A little. All month an egg gets ready inside a girl to 
make a baby but the egg is only good for two weeks. If 
that egg doesn't get sperm on it, before it goes bad, it 
has to be flushed out so the girl's body can get ready 
for a new fresh egg." 

"You are very smart. That is a good description. Have 
you seen some of the older girls or your mother, have to 
use pads or tampons when the old egg is flushed out with 
a lot of blood?"

"Yea, I know about that and that some girls get cramps 
and have to go home from school."

"Until your body starts having monthly cycles with fresh 
eggs, you cannot get pregnant and have a baby."

"Some girls still have sex with their boyfriends."

"Yes they do, but they can't get pregnant until their 
body starts releasing eggs. Even then, sometimes it 
takes lots of tries for a girl to get pregnant. Some 
women try for years and some get pregnant the very first 
time."

Through all our talk, Chloe kept up a gentle thrust. I 
watched as her eyes closed and her mouth hung open. Her 
breath became ragged. She very selfishly used the back 
of my cock and masturbated her clit. I watched and 
waited. She cried out and came wetly, still trying to 
stay upright. As her breath returned to normal, I could 
tell her mind was working a mile a minute.

Chloe did not say a word but brought one foot up so it 
rested flat on the bed. She used that foot to lift her 
body up a few inches over me. The fingers from her right 
hand closed around my cock and she used the head of my 
cock to rub all about her tender clit. I thought, "Now 
I'm a sex toy for an eight year old."

Twice she had to change her grip because her wetness and 
mine kept letting my shaft slide through her fingers. 
She must have remembered our wetness talk. For the first 
time, I felt her use the head of my cock to spread her 
pussy's lips and gently stretch into her virgin opening. 

I did not stop her, but I did say, "You have some thin 
tissues just inside your pretty pussy. The first time 
you push me into you, they will tear and it will hurt 
for a minute or two. Then you can slip me all the way 
into you. There are many ways we can play, after that, 
to make each other feel very good. Be careful, you might 
still be too small to take my cock inside you."

Chloe understood, still she lowered her hips. The 
pulsing helmet of my cock spread her lips and stretched 
her just far enough for most of the head to be inside 
her. I knew she was feeling the stretching pain caused 
by it wanting to burst through her protective ring.

She lifted ever so slightly to stop the pain, "Is that 
my hymen?"

"Yes."

"Some people call it a cherry?"

"Yes. I've licked yours many times. It isn't very thick 
and doesn't have strands all the way across. Still it 
will hurt the first time."

"I want to feel you inside me."

"I want that too but when you are ready. When your body 
is ready. Your cherry is one of the greatest gifts you 
can ever give and you can only give it once."

Again she pressed down. More of me stretched into her. 
The tightness was incredible. She pushed harder. Tears 
formed in the corners of her eyes. She let up again, 
looked at me through her wet eyes and said, "Help me. I 
want you inside me."

My judgment evaporated, my heart went out to her. I sat 
up a little and said, "Kiss me wet and deep."

Her arms went around my neck. Mine went around her 
chest. I felt her tense and then relax to say she was 
ready. When my arms tightened, she pushed down to do her 
part. I scrunched her down hard and quickly. I felt 
little resistance on my cock but Chloe cried out and 
clung to me. I did not even breathe wanting to be still 
and not hurt her. Slowly her right hand left my neck and 
trailed down between our bodies. 

There was a slight gasp from her when she felt that half 
of my cock was imbedded in her young body. Chloe leaned 
back and kissed me lovingly. At the same time she 
ventured a thrust with her hips. It probably stung but 
it did not hurt so she did it again. First pulling back 
and then pushing. We both felt more of me slip into her 
tight sheath. We waited for her to stretch and be 
comfortable with "this more" of me. 

She leaned forward and discovered that at the right 
angle, they drug her clit along to top of my shaft, 
instead of how she had used the bottom of it before. She 
found the right depth to molest her g-spot with the tip 
of my cock before it slipped on past and then lodged in 
her yet un-stretched tightness. Somewhere during these 
thrusts, Chloe discovered her body's power over me. She 
could see that she could make me struggle and fight not 
to lose control from her movements. She liked how I felt 
in her, how her body felt but she liked knowing she had 
a woman's power in her young body.

Her thrusts had taken me beyond madness. My only logical 
thought was not to cum, hold out, so Chloe could feel 
pleasure first. Before I succeeded, I cried out 
something like, "Yes, Chloe, yes. I can't wait, your 
body is magic." I thrust up wildly and began to shoot 
ropes of cum in every direction within her immature 
womb. I knew she was holding on tight, riding me and 
thrusting. 

I died for a few moments. When I was resurrected, Chloe 
was in the full throws of a woman's orgasm. Her cunt was 
sucking my cock; her body was convulsing; her thighs 
sought to capture me and her lungs were searching 
noisily for breath.

I held my treasure while more ripples of pleasure ran 
through her. My cock danced and lurched in her now open 
body. Her fingers kept checking that I was fully inside 
her and her hand squeezed around my cock to assure it 
was still hard. I had a ten year old who was a virgin 
fifteen minutes ago, willingly impaled on my cock. She 
thrust into me to feel the fullness, tease her super 
sensitive clit and feel me move inside her. Softening 
was totally impossible for me. I imagined going to the 
ER with her stuck on me. The thought was funny but the 
exquisite feeling of her learning to have a man inside 
her was worth my life.

Chloe's inexperienced muscles were tired but her body 
did not want to quit just yet. I rolled over on top of 
her and slid my body down to suck our combined wetness 
away and bring her pleasure. Her thighs settled tightly 
over my ears and her heels dug into my back. 

I pushed a finger to her magic spot and rubbed it as I 
sucked and licked her. I had read about grown women 
risking everything, going for the brass ring and crying 
out when all that mattered was pleasure. Chloe's scream 
was so beautiful that tears rolled down my face. Her 
body was too young and resilient to pass out, but it was 
deathly still.

"Do you trust me, Chloe?"

 "Yes."

I rolled her over onto her stomach. I put two pillows 
under her abdomen. I spread her ass cheeks and licked at 
her little pucker. She tensed and then pushed back so my 
tongue could push into her. My thumb pushed into her 
cunt and my fingers worked her clit while I gave her my 
first, but world class rim job. I got her close twice 
but slowed. Her hips pushed pack, pleading not to be 
frustrated.

My knees only had to part a little to spread her legs 
wide. The head of my cock slipped easily into her pussy. 
She pushed back, taking all of me and feeling my shaft 
rake along her clit, while it stretched into her pre-
teen body. She recoiled when I went too deep and drove 
into her cervix. After that I was careful. 

Chloe's ass liked my thumbs. Her pussy liked my 
thrusting cock. At first her body was too tired to move 
but it moaned to encourage me to keep humping into her. 
I noticed a small blood spot on the sheets and some 
streaks of red in our combined juices as they painted my 
cock and the lips of her newly opened pussy. Her gift 
was too much for my mind to comprehend. I looked up her 
body and it looked so small, so lovely, so wonderful and 
so totally, mind-blowingly, sexually attractive.

This time was for me. My intelligence devolved to below 
"caveman." I was only a male animal taking what nature 
had given me. I heard the female under me cry out in 
pleasure. I felt the female under me tighten her female 
muscles around my maleness to demand my sperm. None of 
that mattered. I needed to cum. 

My body arched; my balls tightened; my thighs trembled; 
my hands stretched the female's ass cheeks wide; I 
regretted not being in her ass; pleasure flooded my body 
and my cock convulsed, pouring life into the young 
girl's body fitted around and willingly sucking sperm 
from me.

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
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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