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 Desperate Child, Ch 3 "My titties hurt," Angela complained as morning's
light filtered into my flat.  It was our first morning together and I had
ravished her little tits all night.  She lay there naked next to me in bed,
her feet barely reaching my knees.  I looked at her chest, her firm budding
breasts sported the dime size pale nipples of a prepubescent child. 
Surrounding the buds were rings of hickies beginning to turn dark.  Each
little tit was well abused.  I had sucked on them so hard that I, too, was
in pain.  My mouth ached from the sucking I had done on her.  No doubt her
little pussy was in trouble as well.  We had fucked four times during the
night and I had eaten her to several more climaxes.  I had not yet butt
fucked her, nor had I made her suck me.  That would wait until later
tonight.

   "You still my wife?" The child gleamed, smiles spreading from ear to
ear.

   "Yes, my husband.  I am your wife forever." She squirmed in bed.  "You
wanna fuck again?  I ain't never fucked so much in my life." She reached
for my growing cock, taking it lovingly in her little hand.  Instinctively
she leaned forward and took the head into her mouth.  She could barely get
the head in, let alone the first few inches.  Her mouth was warm and wet.
She rolled her tongue around the head and moaned with the joy of having a
dick of her own to love.  My cock grew to full size.  I rolled her between
my legs, positioning her to take maximum cock.  I lifted her hair up behind
her head and took charge of her, one hand on either side of her head.  I
started her on a rhythm, pulling her head back, pushing my cock more deeply
in her mouth with each stroke.  I was anxious to see how much she could
take before I choked her.  I wondered if I could make her puke.  To my
surprise, she took almost all of it before seeming to resist.

   She broke free, saying, "You gonna cum in my mouth, husband?  " "Do you
want me to?"

   "I ain't never let nobody do that.  But you can if you wants." I moved
her mouth back to take on the task of getting me off.  I began mouth
fucking the little girl.  Her technique was advanced, taking my cock in her
hand, keeping it firmly against her mouth, tightly gripping my shaft.  I
never felt her teeth as she sucked.  Her efforts both provided the feel of
a blowjob while adding the pleasure of jerking me off.  Between the two my
orgasm began to grow.  Electric flashes of pleasure gripped my legs, built
in my groin, and may well have stopped my heart as I came.

   "Oh jesus, Take it baby, take it.  Oh god, I'm cumming.  Take Daddy's
cum, baby.  Swallow it, baby, take it all." She kept her rhythm, sucking me
and jacking me at the same time.  The orgasm damned near blew the top of my
head off as I shot loads of cum into her willing young mouth.  She
swallowed quickly, trying desperately to take it all.  I don't think I have
ever cum any more in my life than I did then.  I finished, my dick became
overly sensitive as it always does and she seemed to know that.  She
stopped sucking me and started licking me clean.  She kissed my balls
gently and then crawled up my body, pressing her tender lips to mine.

   "Did that feel good, Daddy?" I smiled.

   "My little girl, am I going to be your husband or do you want me to be
your Daddy?" I did not expect her reaction.  It was as if I had stuck her
with an electric poker.  She jumped back, a look that I could not interpret
came over her.  She was visibly shaken.  "Baby, what's wrong?  What did I
say?  What did I do?" Angela was silent for a moment, she continued to
shake visibly.  She shook her head and turned from me.  For the first time
I actually saw her little butt.  It made me turn pale.  Angela's story had
been withheld, but for the first time I began to understand a little about
her.  Scars crisscrossed her little ass.  It looked as if someone had taken
a knife and played tic tac toe on it.  Many times.  This child had been
abused, physically abused, deeply damaged.  I put two and two together and
came up with nine.  I thought I knew what she had been through.  I would
later learn that I had no idea.

   Time was running short.  I had to get to work on time.  That was part of
my parole criteria.  I needed to know what was going on with Angela but I
had to go as well.  "Baby, I gotta get to work.  I don't have any choice. I
don't know what I said and I don't have time to find out now, but tell
me... will you be here when I get home from work?" She looked up at me.  I
saw the tears welling in her eyes.

   "Do you want me to be here?"

   "Are you my wife?" She paused, biting her little lip.

   "Do you want me to be?"

   "Didn't I prove that last night?"

   "No.  All you did was fuck me a lot.  You never even said that you love
me."

   "Do you love me?" I asked, not wanting to be the first to stop asking
questions.

   "No.  Not yet.  But I might if you love me." I knew what the child
wanted to feel.  Not just love, whatever that is, but comfort and security.

   "Of course I love you, my darling wife."

   "Can we really get married?  I mean with a judge or something.  Ain't it
them that marries people?"

   "Yes, we can.  Just as soon as you are old enough."

   "What if we have a baby.  You could marry me then, couldn't you?" The
thought of trying to marry a 12 or 13 year old pregnant with my baby
sounded a lot like heading back to prison to me.  She looked so damned good
standing there naked, her little tits covered with hickies, her bald young
prepubescent pussy's perfect little slit looking at me.  I wanted to say
anything that satisfied her and fuck her again but time was against me.

   "Wife, I want you with me forever.  But I gotta get dressed and go to
work."

   "No, stay with me.  You can fuck me again, if you want.  I'll suck you
off again.  I'll swallow your cum.; I promise I will." She took hold of my
arm and tried pulling me back to the bed.  I had to pull away from her.

   "Baby, I want to fuck you all day but I can't.  I gotta go to work."
Angela started to cry, a real cry, not something fake.  It was if I was
abandoning her.  "I'm sorry, baby, but I don't have no choice.  I'll
explain it all tonight, OK?  I'll make a quick stop at the grocery store
and pick up something for us to eat then I'll get home as fast as I can."
She grabbed my dick and shoved it in her mouth and began sucking me.  I
pulled her away and felt her teeth scratch the head.  "Ouch," I complained.
Her crying only increased.  "I promised, Angela.  I'll be home before 4:30.
I promise."

   She gathered her strength enough to say, "I'll be here, husband, and
I'll be naked when you get here so you can fuck me right away, OK?"

   "That's good, baby.  I want you to masturbate as many times as you want
today, OK?  I want you to make yourself feel good." I dressed as quickly as
I could, pulled on my shoes, and headed for the door.  I'd have to run to
make it to work on time.  I glanced back as I closed the door and saw
Angela naked for the last time I would see her for awhile.

   She was not there when I got home.