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 was in love with Amy Carson. I always had been. Our parents lived next door to each other in a little subdivision outside when Amy and I were born (just 3 months apart from one another). We went through every grade together, and she was always my crush. I didn't know it then, but I was forever cast into what kids today call "the friend zone." Throughout middle school I lusted after her and, in fact, discovered masturbation because thinking about her made my cock so hard that I rubbed it to try and ease the ache. Through high school I watched her date the other guys while I secretly peered through her bedroom window with a ladder leaned against our fence. Amy and I were there for each other through good times and bad. We were each others confidant -- with everything except my love for her. While I was an only child, Amy had two brothers (now 15 and 12) and one sister (now 9). She hated being the "big sister" but dealt with it pretty well. We had both just started college and she was dating a real douche bag -- and it looked like it was getting serious. I we getting more and more depressed. I finally broke down and went to the one place that my granny told me to never go -- the Voodoo priestess. As I approached the shop, I smelled all manner of aromas. Definitely there were some unusual foods cooking, but there was also the unmistakeable smell of incense, a bit of marijuana and tobacco, a faint odor of rotting meat, and perhaps herbal teas. It was a strange and foreign smell and was almost off-putting enough to change my mind about asking for help. Almost enough. I thought about how much I wanted Amy -- no, NEEDED Amy -- and my mind was resolved at that point. I opened the heavy, deep red-stained wooden door and entered the smoky room. Antique woven rugs covered the floors, but my feet still brought an muffled creak from the cloor. "Sit down, Ryan." the woman in the corner croaked. "How did you know my name?" I asked her in a bit of shock and disbelief. "Young man I have been doing this a long time. What do you offer me in exchange for what you want?", she said; the ages dripping from her wooden voice. "W-w-well...", I stammered. "I am in love with a girl and...", I began. She stopped me and said, "I KNOW why you are here. I asked what you had to offer in return!", she responded more shrill than before. I swallowed hard and said, "I have two hundred thirty seven dollars. I can get more if you need it." She smiled at me and continued, "I do not have need of money. I am in need of time. What I require of you is 5 years of your life. In exchange, the girl you choose to cast the spell on will fall madly in love with you. She will hunger for you. She will stop at nothing to fuck you every time you feel horny. She will be yours forever. Although you will be giving up the last 5 years of your life, you will have the absolute dedicated love of a girl for your entire life. But that is what I require. If you do not wish to proceed, you need but walk out now." She eased back into her overstuffed chair and I almost expected her to disappear into it. I sat there stunned for a moment and said, "But... how do I know how much time I have? How will you take those years?" She smiled -- not an evil smile but not a happy smile. It was a smile seemingly made of gnarled wood. She simply said, "No man knows the time he has. It is your choice." I sat thinking for a moment and said, "I accept your terms." She reached over to a table and picked up a rolled cloth. She slowly unrolled the cloth with her knotted, aged hands and removed a small leather doll; a split unstitched across the little chest. "Return with a single hair from her head and I will cast this spell for you." she said as she motioned for the door. I left, trying to imagine how I could explain plucking a hair from her head. "Oh, I just need this for a little project!" I could say. But I would look insane. Did it matter? Yes... I think so. Maybe I could sneak in when she was sleeping? Her room was right there next to my bedroom window. She always left it open slightly. Maybe I could reach in and pluck one from the window. Or... And then it hit me. Her brush was on her nightstand table. I watched her brush her hair many nights. I rushed home, knowing her house would be empty until 5 or 6 this evening. I hopped the fence into her side yard, stepped up on the gas meter, and reached into her window. I felt around and found the brush and brought it out. I pulled out the longest, blondest, most beautiful hair I could find and stuffed it into my shirt pocket, then returned the brush to the nightstand. I rushed back to the shop where I found the door open. I heard a voice from within say, "It is time." I entered slowly and she held out her leathery hand. I took the hair from my pocket and placed it into her hand. She clasped the hair, closed her eyes, and cackled to herself. She smiled at me and said, "Good. Good. I need a hair from your head now." I plucked a hair from my head and handed it to her. With remarkable dexterity she tied the two hairs together and then put several more knots along the length of the hair. She pulled a long, sharp pin from the bun in her hair and said, "Give me your finger." I reached out my hand and she grabbed hold with surprising strength. She jabbed a needle and popped it through the skin at the tip of my finger and let it drip into the palm of her hand. She placed the knotted hair into the blood and began stirring it with her long, sharp fingernail. When she had done so for a few minutes while chanting some things under her breath, she clenched up her fist and held it above her head. I could see smoke wafting from between her clenched fingers. She brought her hand down and turned it palm up and I saw that blood and hair had formed a small, beating heart. She placed the heart into the small leather doll and plucked a hair from the top of her own head. She threaded the hair through a needled and sewed the chest of the little doll up. She clasped the doll to her chest and muttered a few words, and I could feel light leave my body and enter hers. I closed my eyes in the dizziness and when I reopened them, the old woman looked slightly younger. But I also saw that the doll was gone. I stood and stared at her -- mouth open. She smiled at me and said, "Good luck, young man." I stared for a moment and said, "How old are you?" She smiled and leaned back into the chair and said, "Son, I have been doing this for longer than you can imagine. I have seen civilizations rise and fall. I have seen religions come and go. I am eternal." I turned and left, knowing that I would never know the truth. When I arrived at home, the sun was beginning to set. I grabbed a bite to eat, took a shower, and went in to my room to relax. I looked out the window and into the darkness separating my house from Amy's and I wondered where she was. I sat near the window on my laptop wondering how I would know when this spell would work -- or if it would work. I may have just wasted an entire day making a fool of myself just to entertain some old witch. And then I saw the light come on across the way. I peered over, grabbing my binoculars from the drawer. I could see her silhouette against the shade in the bedroom. She sat on the stool near her bed and began brushing her beautiful hair. I began thinking about the possibilities if she really wanted me. If she really wanted to fuck me. If I could finally have the woman I wanted. My cock slowly started to swell. I reached down and pulled my cock out of my boxers and began slowly stroking it, imagining her sucking me. Imagining pushing my cock into her pussy. Across the way I saw the silhouette against the curtain suddenly stiffen. I could see her turn and lay down the brush. Was it working? Could she actually tell that I was horny? The old woman said it would happen like this! I stood and watched through my window and waited. The outline against the curtain got sharper as I saw her reach for the bottom of the hem and pull it aside. There before me, with one hand holding open the curtain and the other hand under her nightie rubbing her pussy... was Amy's 9 year old sister Rachel. "Oh my God. What have I done?" I said to myself in near panic. The next thing I knew, this little girl was climbing through my bedroom window and whispering, "Ryan... can we talk?" "Su... su... sure." I said, not knowing how to handle this situation. On the one hand, this was a little girl... and the sister of my true love... but on the other hand, I was horny as fuck -- and this girl wanted me. Rachel stood up and with one swift motion, pulled her nightie over her head. There she stood completely nude but for her little purple iCarly panties. She laid down on the bed and began pushing her little panties off and then pulled then over her ankles and spread her legs. I lifted off my shirt and kneeled down on the floor next to the bed and leaned in to smell her little pussy. She reached down and spread her little pussy lips apart for me -- seeming to know exactly what I wanted. I began licking her little pink slit and tonguing her little pussy entrance. It was closed tight, but would give way slightly with the pressure of my tongue. I then moved up a little and begin licking her little clitoral hood, then began sucking on and licking around her clit. She was in absolute ecstasy and continued to be as long as I kept up the ministrations on her little pussy. I could tell she was approaching a climax as she reached down and grabbed little fistfuls of blanket and closed her eyes tightly. I lifted off my knees to an upright position and placed the head of my cock and that tight little pink spot between her legs, and as she finally went over the edge, spasming with her first orgasm I pushed my cock into her, tearing her little hymen and sliding the length of my cock until I felt my balls rest on her little ass. She kept panting and spasming in orgasmic pleasure, so I began pumping into her. Maybe this spell kept her not only into me, but also thinking I was great at what I was doing and preventing anything from hurting? In any event, I began pounding her as hard as I could, pushing her to a 2nd orgasm! When I felt her little pussy walls contracting on my cock the second time, sucking my cock into her, I couldn't last any longer. I began cumming and cumming inside her. I unloaded what felt like gallons into that little cunt and then lay there on top of her as we both came down from an amazing experience. Eventually I rolled off of her with my cock making a slight "pop" as it came out and she lay there spent -- cum dribbling out of her abused little hole. That's when the worry began to set in and the panic started to arise. I said, "Rachel... please don't tell anybody about this. I could get into a lot of trouble." Rachel smiled and said, "I will never tell anybody about this, Master. I am yours when you need me." Then she stood and began putting her panties back on. She bend over and picked up her nightie and slid it over her head, smoothing it out into position. Then with a smile, she climbed out my window, hopped the fence, and climbed back into her sisters room. I wasn't sure what to make of this situation. I had been SO in love with Amy, but now all I could think about was being with Rachel. And she was a child! I wanted HER to be my girl. I wanted HER to be my lover. I wanted... And then I realized, the priestess had tied Rachel and I together because I had given her Rachels hair. My hair and Rachels hair and my blood had formed the heart of our relationship. We were destined to be together now. And I couldn't imagine why I would want anything different. I began thinking about the possibilities. About the taboo nature of the relationship. And THAT seemed to make it even hotter. Then, across the way, the light came back on. A moment later the curtains parted and Rachel smiled and said in a loud whisper, "Already?" I smiled back... and nodded.