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(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. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 45