Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. ========================================================= Preface: This work is copyrighted by the author. All people and events in this story are entirely fictitious. This document contains contextual information of an adult nature. Sensitive and/or non-adult individuals should delete this document immediately. If you are under 21 or you are an adult who does NOT wish to view sexually explicit contextual material, YOU MUST LEAVE NOW! By continuing you are stating that you are an adult and understand that falsely claiming otherwise is unlawful and may result in your prosecution. You are hereby warned to conduct yourself according to your local standards regarding the reading of adult erotic material. The following is a literary work of adult erotic fiction and is laced with tremendously immoral and strongly perverse sexual activities between adults and children. If you are the least offended by physical contact of a sexual nature between adults and children, then delete this file and be on your way. None of the events described herein ever took place nor were they influenced by the descriptions or deeds by any human being. Everything in this fantasy was the creation of a single person's mind, where nobody was touched, fondled, coaxed, or coerced into any sexual situation. Enjoy this wicked reverie at your own risk, and do not be surprised if you find yourself aroused. FosterDaddy ---------- Please leave feedback at TheFosterDaddy@gmail.com ========================================================= () I got dressed and left my parents house, heading for the airport. I wanted to try my powers out in an unfamiliar location like Chicago or New York -- a place large enough to give me new things to explore and a certain amount of anonymity. On the way to the airport, my cell phone rang. It was my brother. I wondered if the effect of the ring had worn off after I left and then began to worry that maybe everybody had come to their senses and were now after me. I reluctantly answered the phone with, "Hey Mike. How's it going?" "What do you mean, Kyle? You were supposed to be here yesterday. What's going on? Why didn't you come?", he replied. "Why didn't I come? Seriously?" I asked rhetorically. Apparently the ring rendered those I used it on amnesic. "Sorry, bro. I got caught up with the earthquake recovery efforts in Mexico and missed my flight. I'll be up to visit you and the family in a week or so. "Okay, great!" he replied. "I'm glad because I wanted you to see how much Paisley has grown up." "I'll bet, man. What is she now... like 12?" I asked with a smile, remembering her luscious pussy and beautiful little breasts. "I'm arriving at the airport, so I will have to call you back when I get back from New York. Talk to you later!" I hung up the phone and left the cab, walking toward the terminal. Arriving at the front desk I said, "I need a one-way flight to New York, but I don't have any papers with me and I can't pay you for it." The clerk smiled at me and said, "At your service, Master. We have a plane leaving for New York in 4 minutes -- but I will hold them until you are boarded." She called the flight desk, asked them to hold the plane, got me a cart going to the terminal I needed, and then they simply let me walk onto the plane and take a seat in first class. About 30 minutes into the flight I looked over and saw a little girl of about 6 years old in the seat across the aisle from me. Both she and her mother were staring at me with shy smiles on their faces. I looked at the little girl and said, "I'm going to need you to come over here." She obediently got up and moved across the aisle, sitting down next to me. I knew I was going to play with this little girl, but I didn't fully understand why. I had never been attracted to young [or little] girls before -- but I seemed to really want them now. The more I pondered the thought, I began to consider that many cultures around the world used virgins for sacrifices. And considering this was the ring of a high priest, perhaps that would tie those ideas together. I even considered the unusual tendency for priests to be tagged as pedophiles and whether that had anything to do with this gift/curse. In any event, I wanted them. And I would have them. Somehow I think it fueled the ring. I looked at the little girl and said, "You need to suck my dick now. And when I cum, you need to swallow it." I knew the little girl would have NO idea what I was talking about, but she reached over and began unbuttoning my pants. When she released my stiffening cock, I glanced over at her mother who looked on proudly as her little girl prepared to go down on me. The little girl leaned over and opened her mouth wide so that she could accommodate my huge cock. She began to push it in as far as it could go, and then pulling back off. When she began swirling her little tongue around the head of my cock, I began cumming -- much faster than I ever had before. Like a little pro, the little girl swallowed every drop. When we were finished, she zipped my fly and buttoned up my pants and then cuddled in with me to go to sleep. About 20 minutes before we were prepared to land, I awoke to find the beautiful little girl asleep on me with her hand on the mound inside my pants. My cock began to get hard again. I woke her up and asked her to take off her pants and her panties. I looked over at her mother who still looked on proudly and told her to take off her clothes. I carried the little girl across the aisle, laid down her mothers seats, and told her to spread her legs. When she did so, her hairy cunt hung ludely open in front of us with obvious arousal dripping out onto the seat. I told the little girl to begin eating out her mother, licking her pussy slit, sucking her clit, and fingering her with as many fingers as she could get inside. Soon the little girl had her hand inside her mother, pistoning in and out while she sucked her mothers clit. I stepped behind the little girl, lifted her hips up in front of mine, and pushed my cock brutally into her tiny pussy. When the little girl began to yell out, I "reminded her" that it didn't hurt -- it actually felt wonderful. The girl stopped crying and spread her little legs as wide as she could while she continued licking her mothers dripping cunt. Once again I began to cum, this time filling the little girls waiting pussy with loads of cum. I stood up and wiped my slimy cock on the dress of the little girl in the seat behind us, and then noticed a large teen boy who had been watching our fun. I looked at him and pointed at the dripping cunt next to me and said, "I want you to keep fucking this little girl until her mother tells you to stop. You will not cum until her mother tells you to stop fucking her little girl." As the plane landed, the sloppy smacking of sloppy seconds could be heard as the smell of cum permeated the plane. I disembarked while the fucking was still pounding away, the little girl actually having reached orgasm many times. I could definitely feel the effects of the ring on my psyche. The more I used it, the more I wanted to do bad things. I was considering unthinkable things -- at least unthinkable until recently. What if I could take over a kindergarten class? What if I could make entire families fuck each other? What if I could make a group of little girls at recess suddenly advance on their teachers and fuck them hard? The possibilities were endless!