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 Summary: A young boy is given to a big black man who falls in love with the
child.  This is adults only fare.  If interracial sex between an adult and
a child offends you, please stop reading now.  If you continue reading you
run the risk of enjoying it too much.

   I just couldn't get the hang of high heels.  Not that I didn't try. 
Bongo bought me my first pair for my 7th birthday so I wore them for him. A
couple of things about me...  I'm 7.  Oh, I told you that.  (giggle) I have
blond hair and blue eyes, my skin is very pale.  I may be part ghost, I'm
not sure.  I'm cute as a button and my little dick has grown a bit.  It's
almost 4 inches now when it gets hard, which is seems to do all by itself
for no reason sometimes.  It's really annoying.



   Oh, I guess I'd best give a bit of background.  I'm Ronni.  I'm actually
a girl but I have a boy's sex parts.  My birth certificate from Alberta
says I'm a boy but what do they know?  They're Canadians!  My daddy gave me
to Bongo last year and he's been my protector ever since.  He's a huge and
scary looking black man and I have him wrapped around my little finger. 
He's my toy except when he gets super horny, and then I have trouble
controlling him.  He gets all crazy, calls me `bitch' and slaps me around.
Then afterwards he's all mushy and sorry for what he's done.  He's funny as
hell.

   So on my birthday, Bongo comes to the house to pick me up.  Daddy knows
Bongo loves me so he doesn't care.  Daddy's a pathological liar and an
addicted gambler.  Bongo protects him, too, but I don't think they've ever
fucked.  Daddy first gave me to him to cover some gambling losses, but that
was last year.

   My heels came wrapped in a bright red box - red's my favorite color. 
Bongo carried me to his truck - he doesn't like me getting my feet dirty.
Oh, I'll tell you about that later.  So we drive for just a few minutes to
his house.  He's moved out of the apartment because of what little Willie
said about me.  So now B's got a little two bedroom house.  It don't have a
garage so B always carries me.



   I'm wearing a knit skirt that comes to just above my knees.  It's
scratcy so I don't like it but it's real tight across my little ass so that
looks good.  My feet are covered in little clean white sockies with ruffles
around the tops.  Bongo likes those.  My top is yellow, more of a fabric
band than a top.  I have zero titties, of course.  I wish I had titties but
I'm only 7 and, yeah, I am a boy.  More than anything I wish I had a pussy.


   So we get into the house and B puts me on the couch.  It's a new one,
but its leather so sometimes I stick to it.  Then B goes to his knees in
front of me.  I know what he's going to do.

   "I loves you, Missy.  You the pretties girl I ever knowed.  Missy, kin I
kiss you?" He knows he can kiss me.  He kisses me all the time but he's
trained.  He has to ask - at least until he gets crazy.

   "Yes, my darling.  You may kiss my feet." That gets him going.  Bongo
has a foot fetish for me.  That's why the clean white sockies with the
ruffles.

   "Oh, baby, I do what you wants".  He takes my left foot and raises it to
his nose, he bends down to it, he rubs my foot over his face.  He gently
kisses each toe, he takes my foot into his mouth and sucks on it.  His
finger tips find the ruffles as he plays with them, he unrolls the sockie,
kissing each inch of my foot as he pulls it off.  His tongue finds its way
between each pair of toes as he licks my foot.  He is devouring me.  His
hands caresses my foot.

   He reaches for my right foot and repeats his ritual.  I know he is close
to an orgasm without ever touching himself.  I have a slight fear of what I
know is coming.  I walk a tightrope with Bongo.  He is a very powerful man
who could easily break me in half.  I stay in control.

   "Kiss me, Daddy.  Kiss your little girl." He looks up at me, worship in
his red tinged eyes.  I motion for his to kiss my mouth.  His huge face
moves to me, his pink lips engulf my mouth, my tongue pushes into his
mouth, our tongues meet, I feel his groan as it erupts from his throat.  I
know how to control the man, I wrap my arms around his giant head and pull
him tightly to me, I reach for his groin and find his hard cock.  I kiss
the man with honest passion as I grope him.

   I break the kiss.  "Eat me, Daddy.  Eat my pussy." Damn, wish the fuck
it was.  But he knows what I have and my skirt is now around my waist, my
pink thong panties pulled to the side.  He takes me in one gulp - my dick
and smooth little boy balls all at once in his mouth.  He is in love with
my genitals.  The feeling he gives me is wonderful so I let him suck me and
tongue me.  I'm unwrapping my top so my chest will be bare as he eats me.
In a moment that won't be enough for him and I have to be ready.

   I feel the couch jolt as he humps against it.  It's time.

   "I needs fuckin, baby." It's begun.  "You gots to give it up.  You gots
to give it to me." His volume is getting louder, his tone more demanding. I
know he is approaching nutsyville.  I pull away from him and twist around
facing the other way, I lower my head to the couch cushion thrusting my boy
pussy upward.  He buries his face into my crack, his tongue penetrates my
anus.  I love the feeling as much as I fear what's next.  I know he's
loosing the monster that will...  oh, jeezus.  It's out.  He's running it
up and down my crack.  "You gots to relax.  You gots to give it up."
There's really nothing I can do.  It's all up to him but he's got to... 
"Relaz, bitch.  Give it up." He's yanking me open, two fingers, three in
me. It hurts.  Damn, why does he get so fuckin...  Damn that hurts.  It's
his cock.  It popped in easier this time but he still whacks me.  At least
he hits my ass this time.  Fuck.  It's in.  He stops.  Everything is still.
I'm relaxing.  He feels it and starts to pump.  He's slow at first, pulls
it out, pushes it in.  out an inch, in two, out an inch, in two.  I wish
he's spit on his dick for lube.  Ah, good.  He did.  Easier now.  Pull out,
push in.  He grabs my hips.  The pounding will start, FUCK.  Man, he's
buried to the hilt.  Whew, it's beginning to feel good.  Ah, yes, it's
starting.  Oh, jesus, god I love his cock, he's fucking me good.  He's deep
in me, he's slowed down, pulls out, pauses, shoves deep in me.  Almost all
out, PUSH, he's hilt deep.

   "Oh, baby, yo pussy is good." Ah, good, he's calmed down.  He falls into
a steady rhythm of good fucking.  Tight grip hooked on my hip bones.  He
pulls me back to meet his thrusts, he's buried deep deep in me.  Me, I'm a
seven year old little boy with long blond hair being reamed out by a big
black man...  and I love it.



   "Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me hard.  Pound me you fucking bastard, pound me.
HARDER" I feel it coming, I feel it start from my toes, god I wish he was
sucking my toes, oh jesus, it's coming....

   UNHHHH UNHHH UNHHHHHHHHHHH.....  oh god, it's good,

   "More , you nasty fuck, harder........."""

   I awaken sometime later.  I've been fucked silly.  I don't' know why I
passed out but Bongo is there beside me, holding me, gently kissing my
face.

   "I loves you, Missy.  I so sorry I hurts you." Honest tears are rolling
down his black cheeks.  .I know its hormones that drive him.  I know he
can't help it.  It his nature.  99% I'm in control but that one percent is
scary as hell.



   "Yo gift, chile, I done forgot to give you your gift." He looks funny
jumping across the room naked, his huge dong looking like a baby elephant's
trunk.  I can't believe I let that thing in me.  He comes back to me and
kneels before me as he's been taught.  "Happy Birthday, Missy.  This be for
you." I take the box with the bright red wrapping and slowly, carefully
begin to unwrap it.  He grabs it back form me and rips the paper off.  I
laugh.  I see it is shoes.  I open the box.  They are 2 or 3 sizes much too
big for me but I say nothing.  They are red.  They are high heels.

   Bongo will lick my feet when I wear them.  He will lick my toes.  They
will make his dick hard.