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 Desperate Child, Ch 2

   Angela had been quite a find for me.  Alone in the world, or so I
thought, hungry and sleeping beneath a stoop, eating garbage and trying to
avoid a young boy's desire to feel her up, Angela had almost jumped at the
chance to be with me...  even agreeing to be my wife.  At "almost 12", that
seemed like a plan for getting her well accustomed to being fucked.

   We'd just reached my apartment when the phone rang.  I motioned for her
to be a bit quieter from her nonstop talking and good thing I did.  It was
my parole officer on the phone.

   "What took you so long to get home from work, Ralph.  It's almost five
and you got off at four."

   "Yes, I know, Ms.  Carlson, but I stopped to eat at McDonalds."

   "McDonalds?" she yelled.  "What the fuck are you trying to do, break
parole?  You know god damned well you can't go where kids congregate.  I am
damned tempted to have you picked up tonight." I felt a bead of sweat roll
down my back.  I'd spoken before I thought.  McDonalds, Burger King,
playgrounds, school yards, amusement parks...  each one was off limits to
me.  I'm not allowed in 50 feet of a kid and here I was with an 11 year old
target not 5 feet from me alone in my apartment.

   "Oh, jeez, Ms.  Carlson.  I didn't do anything wrong.  I just ducked in
for a burger.  Christ, I get so damned hungry for a burger and fries.  You
don't know how tough it is not to be able to grab a burger." I pleaded with
the bitch.  Carlson is so fucking hot to look at and such a bitch beneath.
I'd give anything to fuck her damned brains out and then watch her struggle
as I choked the life out of her.  Fat chance of that ever happening.

   "Listen, you son of a bitch.  If I find out you even looked cross eyed
at a kid I'll see to it you never see the outside of a prison's walls for
the rest of your life.  You understand me?" Carlson glanced around her
office to make sure no one was watching.  She snaked her hand up under her
short skirt and slightly spread her legs, letting her fingers sweep up her
leg to her crotch, amazed at how damp her pussy got when she got angry.

   She loved her power.  Given a head of steam with one of her child
molesters she could give herself an orgasm.  Her memories of her Dad rode
her like a cloud above her head.  How she had loved him.  Ralph was the
best looking of her 73 charges.  She knew damned well that he loved little
girls and that he probably jacked his dick thinking about them constantly.
She wished she could share her collection of confiscated kiddy porn with
him and watch him shoot a load.  She'd lick it up and then have him
arrested.

   "Yes, Ms.  Carlson.  I totally understand." Angela had moved closer to
him, wrapping her arm around his waist and leaned against him as he spoke.
She could tell he was under stress and she wanted to comfort him.  She
reached her hand out and caressed the little bulge in his pants.  She felt
it begin to grow as she massaged it.  "Yes, Ms.  Carlson.  I'll be there
right on time.  No, Ms.  Carlson, I haven't touched a drop of liquor or
smoked any dope.  You can have me tested if you want.  Yes, Mr.  Carlson, I
know you can do that.  Yes, ma'am.  I'll be on time."

   I sighed a huge sigh of relief when the call was over.  It wasn't until
then that I realized Angela was feeling me up.  "Oh, baby.  That's feels
good." Angela looked up at me and smiled.  A real smile this time.

   "Ah'm your wife, silly.  A wife knows when her man needs comforted." She
broke from me and looked about my meagerly furnished apartment.  "This is
nice," she said sincerely.  "You been here long?"

   "About a year, I guess.  It's not much but it's mine." Most of the
furniture had come from either Goodwill or stuff I'd found on street
corners that someone else had discarded.  What's left of my salary after my
deductions doesn't allow for many luxuries.  I did have a workable TV,
thanks to someone's generosity - a black man who had it in the trunk of his
car and in bad need of $20.  I hadn't asked where he got it and didn't want
to know.  All I knew for certain was that I now had a decent TV.  "You want
to watch some TV?"

   "No.  What I really wants to do is to take a bath.  You got any clothes
I can put on?  I ain't got nothing to put on but what you see.  I don't
even have no panties." She giggled at herself telling me that.  She'd told
me that when we'd been in McDonalds.  I began to wonder if that excited her
and hoped that it did.

   "You want one of my t-shirts?"

   "Yeah, that'd be OK." She cocked her head to the side.  "They long
enough to cover my butt?" She giggled again.  "I don't want you to see my
butt." I had to laugh with her.  I knew I was going to do a hell of a lot
more to her butt than see it but that was for later.  I fetched a long
white t-shirt and tossed it to her as I headed toward the bath.

   "Shower or bath?"

   "I wants a bath.  You got any bubbles?"

   "No.  But will shampoo work?" I left Angela alone in the bathroom for
almost an hour - long enough for me to jack off twice into her jeans
crotch. They had been good orgasms in the anticipation of what was to come.
I was thrilled when she exited the closed off bathroom and walked towards
me.  My t-shirt engulfed her.  She had stretched the shirt's neck out and
let it droop down low off her right shoulder.  She'd tied a knot at her
left hip which pulled the edge of the shirt up dangerously close to her
pussy.  She looked clean and innocent and sexy at the same time.  She
smelled of sweet shampoo and soap.  Her small bare feet were clean and
soft. Her damp hair hung down around her face, framing it angelically.  She
was my Angela.  She walked to me as if on a cloud and reached her arms up
to me.  I took her frail young body in my arms and kissed her.

   "This is our wedding night, husband." She softly said in our embrace. 
"You gotta know that I ain't no virgin but I ain't been used much, just a
couple a times.  I ain't never liked it or wanted it before but now I got a
husband and ah am ready." Her kiss filled us with passion.  I met her young
tongue as it searched for mine.  Her lips were soft and full and she tasted
as sweet as any honey.  She wrapped her arms around my neck as I picked her
up she wrapped her bare legs around my hips, grinding her naked young pussy
against me.  "I wants you, husband.  I wants your baby." I damn near came
in my pants.

   I carried the child to my bed and gently lay her on it.  I ripped at my
clothes, wishing I had bathed with her.  "Give me two minutes, little wife.
I gotta take a quick shower."

   "You care if I gets naked?" I smiled.  "Is it OK if I play with myself,
too?"

   "Show me what you mean." Angela lifted her butt from the bed and pulled
up the t-shirt, allowing me to see her smooth hairless slit for the first
time.  I watched as she stuck two fingers in her mouth and wet them.  The
little girl spread her thin legs and bent them, letting her knees fall to
the sides.  She began rubbing her slit up and down, finally resting on her
immature clit.  She began rubbing herself in tiny circles as her eyes
closed.

   "Oh damn," I muttered, fearful of cumming on the spot.  I ripped off my
clothes as I dashed to the bathroom.  My rock hard woodie made it harder to
shed my boxers.  In 43 seconds I was back in the bedroom dripping wet and
trying to dry off.  "My god, you look good, wife." She liked the game.  I
was willing to play it with her.

   "Are you my husband for real?" the child asked, looking up at me as I
towered above her, hope and fear mingling in her eyes.

   "Yes, wife.  I am your husband.  You are my wife." I lay beside the
little girl and held her against me.  She felt so tiny and frail in my
arms. She had shed her t-shirt and her little dubbing tits pressed against
my hairy chest.  I cupped her round butt cheeks in my hand, one hand
holding them both.  I shoved her cunt to me, knowing that in a matter of
minutes I wound be buried deep inside her.  I had to devour this child.

   Her mouth met mine again.  Her kisses were experienced, adult,
passionate, not little girl kisses but kisses of a woman.  It didn't cross
my mind that her ability to kiss was far beyond her age.  My dick had taken
over and all rational thought was long gone.  I had a beautiful, clean,
willing child in my bed.  My lips left hers and travelled to her neck. 
Heavy kisses, kisses designed to leave lasting marks.  I sucked hickies on
to her neck, her chest, her thighs, her inner legs.  I savored the smell of
her young pussy.  I briefly let my lips touch it and she jumped.  I
retreated to her chest and gently licked the sides of her budding breasts.
I took one nipple in my mouth and lick/sucked it.  I did the same to the
other.  I nursed her like a baby and heard her swoon.  I kissed hickies all
around each breast, a ring of red welts that would turn black and blue by
tomorrow.

   We spoke little if at all until my mouth caressed her pussy.  I took the
whole flower in my mouth and pressed my face to it.  "Oh god, husband.  Oh
god.  Unnnnnnhhhh." Was all Angela could say as I started working on her
sweet tasting little bud.  I had seen the child masturbate.  I knew what
would send her over the edge and I was determined to push her there.  She
reached her hands to my head and shoved me tighter into her.  She was so
tiny that her little box easily fit into my mouth.  I spread her smooth
labia open and roughly licked the inner folds up and down.  I found the
small opening and ran my tongue into it, shoving as deeply as my tongue
would reach.  I began tongue fucking her.  She responded by rocking her
little hips to my rhythm, allowing me to fully reach inside her.  There was
no hymen to get in my way, just the wonderful feel and taste of a child's
pussy.

   I could feel her orgasm coming, taste her juices as they began to flow.
It was time to fuck her, to leave her in the glow of almost cumming,
leaving her pussy open and wet.  I raised up and moved forward, lifting her
short legs to, forcing them back to her shoulders, her tiny twat in perfect
position.  She was as wet as she was going to be.  My cock was as hard as
it was going to be.  I spit on my hand and quickly rubbed it on the cock
head for a little lub.  Ii looked down at the sight of the child's open
pussy and shoved.

   My cockhead buried in her.  I retreated and shoved again.  Still five
inches to go.  More spit on the shaft and I shoved again, this time forcing
three more inches into her.  Six inches in and two remaining.  Could her
little cunt accept my full eight inches?

   Oh the joy of fucking a child with no hymen to break, no yelling and no
pain, no blood to worry about, just the velvet tightness that can't be
explained enough.  It is something that must be experienced.  Slick velvet,
warm and tight, caressing your dick, milking it fully.  There is no
masturbation technique, no fabulous blow job, nothing that can compare to
the feeling of a tight young and willing pussy.  I pulled back and shoved
again.  Angela took my cock in her.  I shoved to the hilt and then some.  I
ground into her tiny pelvis.  I withdrew and shoved again.  I pulled out
completely and looked down to see her tiny cunt wide open for my five inch
girth.  It hit me that I was doing a full insertion fuck of a fifth grader.
I shoved my full hard cock back into her and felt my own orgasm beginning
to build.  I wanted her to cum with me.  I knew her hot buttons.

   "Oh god, wife.  I am going to cum.  I am fucking my beautiful wife and I
am going to cum in her.  I want to give my wife a baby...  UNNNNHHHHH!" I
felt my first jolt of cum as it sprayed inside her.

   "Oh god, oh god, I'm cumming.....UNNNHHHHHHH!  Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me."
The child came with me, exposing her inner demons as she did so.