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 M/g Pedo.  Cons.



   Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and
completely imaginary.  Reality can never be this good.  In prison, child
molesters are used as human toilets.



   Waif

   by Pedro Feelya



   "Please mister, I'm hungry"

   Surprised, I turned toward the sound of the child's plea.  Between a
dumpster and some old crates was a pile of dirty rags.  Then among them, I
saw a small smudged face looking up at me.

   I should have kept walking.  Anyone else would have ignored the kid. 
This was a very bad part of the city, and bad things happened here.  I
already had enough problems of my own.  I should have kept walking, but I
didn't.

   "Okay, c'mon." I mostly hoped the kid wouldn't follow and my conscience
would still be clear.

   A much smaller and thinner bundle of rags stood up from the rest and
began to shuffle along behind me.  It wasn't hard for a child to keep up as
I limped along on my ruined leg.

   Another half a block and I turned and motioned to my rundown apartment
building.  "It's in here" and I lurched up the steps while holding the
handrail.

   Any normal child would have turned and ran, but this one didn't seem to
notice the vandalism and ruin of the place.  Patiently, the little kid
followed me as I pulled myself up the front steps and two flights of stairs
inside the main door.  Several doors down, I began to unlock my front door.


   "I've got food in here" I said lamely.  I couldn't imagine any kid
stupid enough to follow a strange man into a strange apartment.

   I got all the locks undone and opened the door and led the bundle of
rags into my crappy one room apartment.  I turned toward the kitchen area
and set the bag I carried on the table.  In the freezer I had been saving
some microwaveable pizza breads for a special occasion.  Giving them to a
hungry kid seemed special enough.  I got them out and put them in the
microwave.

   While they were cooking I turned and looked at the bundle of rags.  "You
should wash your hands."

   The face just looked at me.  I reached out and the child just stood
there as I pulled smelly pieces of clothing off until I could tell what I
was dealing with.

   The child's face looked very girlish and maybe about nine years old. 
She had pale yellow hair and grey-blue eyes.  I removed all the clothing
except her t-shirt, pants, and shoes.  Now I could see that she was
painfully thin and pale skinned.  From the look of her face and hands, she
might have malnutrition.

   I shook my head.  How anyone in America could have malnutrition was
beyond me.

   I stood and pulled a chair up in front of the sink.

   "Climb up here."

   The girl walked forward but asked, "Why?"

   "So you can wash your hands."

   She started to climb up.  "Why?"

   "So you don't get sick when you eat."

   "Oh.  Is it evil food?  I'm not supposed to eat evil food."

   I had never considered that a child could be wacko.  I turned the faucet
on and handed her the soap.  She didn't do a very good job of cleaning so I
took her tiny hands in mine and helped her wash her dirt stained skin.

   The microwave beeped and I got a clean plate and the girl followed me
and we sat at the table and ate.  She stuffed the pizza bread in her mouth
and barely chewed.  In seconds one had disappeared and she was halfway
through the second.  I got a third one from the freezer and warmed it up.

   The girl kept making odd comments.  "This sure looks like evil food. 
Mother will get sad if I eat evil food." "Are there White people listening?
I can't tell.  I don't have the gift." "Are we safe here?  Have you seen
any Blues or Greens?"

   I shouldn't have asked.  I know I shouldn't have asked.  I don't know
why I asked, I didn't want this problem.  But, I asked.

   "Where is your mother?"

   The girl stopped and looked at me, trying to make a decision.  Then I
could see that she made up her mind.  Her voice dropped to just above a
whisper.  "The Glowings left a code for him.  He had to go and take out a
White leader.  That was three days ago." Her face began to cloud over and
tears welled up in her eyes.  "I hope he's alright, but I don't think he
is. He would have come back by now."

   "Your mother is a man?"

   "Yah" she nodded as though it was a silly question.

   I knew I didn't want to get this involved.  I should have pushed the
girl out of my apartment.

   "My name is John"

   The girl looked at me and smiled.

   "What's your name?" I prompted her.

   "I don't have one.  Mother says that the White people can't find me if I
don't have a name.  Even the Glowings don't know about me.  I have to hide
from everyone.  There's a war on, you know."

   Either this girl had an incredible imagination, or this "Mother" guy was
an extreme nutcase.  He was probably a homeless schizophrenic.  One of
those people that talk to themselves loudly and you ignore them, hoping
that they don't talk to you.  How he had gotten or raised a child was a
wonder.  This girl was probably extremely lucky to still be alive.

   This wasn't my problem.  I could barely afford to feed myself.  That
wasn't really true.  In the U.S., you can buy a big can of chili at the
dollar store, and that is more than enough calories for a day.  But, I
didn't have anywhere to keep a little girl.  My little apartment could only
fit one bed and very little privacy.  But, on the street, there was no
privacy, beds, or shelter from the cold.  I didn't have any girl clothes,
and what she had was smelly, rotten, and probably pest infested.

   I felt like an idiot.  "You want to stay with me?" I hoped she had a
reason not to.

   "Okay" she said cheerfully.



   I dressed her again in enough clothes so that she wouldn't be cold, and
we went back out to find Mother's basket.  I had heard that some homeless
people saved up massive amounts of money from begging.  Instead, this guy
had saved up massive amounts of aluminum foil.  Schizophrenics seemed to
like aluminum foil.  We found some girls pants and shirts, almost no men's
clothes, and a lot of weird useless junk.

   Back in the apartment, I tried to not be overwhelmed by the problems I
had just taken on.  I tried to focus just on the next move.  I found the
cleanest pair of pants and shirt.

   "Put these on."

   The little girl started to undress right in front of me.  Of course,
being raised on the streets, she wouldn't know anything about privacy.  I
almost told her to use the bathroom, but decided it was silly.  She was
just a little kid.

   As she pulled her shirt off, I looked for a moment at her chest while
she was busy.  She was so thin that I could see every rib, except under the
muscles of her breasts.  Her nipples were larger than a boy's, and slightly
cone shaped.  When she pulled her pants down, I thought I was looking at a
concentration camp survivor.  Her hip bones jutted out to the sides and her
stomach concaved in to just above the hairless V between her legs.  Every
inch of her was as white as paper.

   I thought of something better.  Before she could get dressed, I told her
to wait.  I went to the closet and got a big towel and wrapped it around
her.  As long as she was comfortable being naked around me, now would be a
good time to give her a bath.  I went to the bathroom and started the water
in the tub.  While we waited, I put some of her clothes in the sink and
started to hand wash them.

   When the bath was ready, I led her into the bathroom.  She stared at the
tub, then at me.

   I lowered myself on the edge of the tub, kicked my bad leg out, and sat
on my good leg.  I splashed the water.  "Alright, into the tub."

   "I can't" she whined.  "There are bad things in water.  We can't go into
water."

   "You've never taken a bath?  How do you stay clean?"

   "I use a washcloth.  I can do that myself."

   "Well I promise you that a bath won't hurt."

   "I'm scared." She looked terrified.  "I can't swim."

   The water was just eight inches deep.  "You can either get into the tub,
or I will put you in the tub." I mostly meant it as a threat.

   "Okay, but don't drown me please" She then stood there, waiting for me
to put her in the tub.

   I laughed easily.  I thought it was funny even if she didn't.  I then
put one hand behind her knees and the other behind her shoulders.  She was
light as a skeleton and I easily lifted her up and slowly lowered her into
the water.  She clutched at my hands and arms.  When her butt hit the
bottom, she still held my arms tight to her.

   Slowly, she began to explore the new sensation.  The water was warm and
comfortable and the soap smelled nice.  Without letting go, I began to rub
and massage her legs and shoulders.  She splished and splashed like a
delighted little baby.  I continued to try and clean her while she played
with the water.  Washing her legs, arms, and chest, was easy.  Washing her
hair and face was harder.  When I reached my hand between her legs and
pressed up against her little mound she grabbed my arm.  I expected her to
push me away and make a fuss.  Instead she started to pull my hand up and
down so that it rubbed against her.

   I had only meant to clean her, but now she was using my hand to pleasure
herself.  I was kind of shocked and tried to pull my hand away.

   She clawed desperately at my hand.  "No!" she seemed truly distressed,
"You have to do it or I'll lose my mind!"

   I'm not stupid and I knew she wouldn't go crazy, or at least crazier
than she already was, but she seemed to genuinely believe it.  I guessed
that she had been told by the "Mother" pervert that she needed him to play
with her pussy.  Either way, she seemed so terribly distressed that I
reached back down and slid my fingers back between her thighs.

   She spread her legs and guided my hand directly between her thin lips.
The way she ground her pussy against my fingers convinced me that I was
supposed to give her as much pleasure as possible.  I felt like a spectator
at my own execution, cheering for the hangman.

   I knew I shouldn't have, but God forgive me, I began to enjoy it myself.
I bent my fingers and began to slide one inside her slit.  I set up a nice
steady rhythm.  Her breathing quickened.  Her grip on my arm tightened and
she wasn't guiding me anymore.  She started grunting softly and her eyes
lost their focus, got real glossy, and she tilted her head back.  I sped up
and concentrated on her little sensitive areas.  I was pushing her deeper
and deeper into her fugue state.  Suddenly she half yelped, stopped
breathing, and her grip stopped my arms from moving.  I held my finger
still inside her little slit comfortingly.

   I then became aware how strongly I had been affected by this
surrealistic erotic scene.  My own breathing was fast and my attention was
at a razor's edge, and incredibly enough, I had a raging hard-on.  With the
constant pain in my leg, I hadn't had a hard-on in well over a year.  The
pain made me grouchy, irritable, kept me from sleeping, and I couldn't
concentrate on sex long enough to keep a hard-on.

   She looked at me and smiled gratefully.  "That was wonderful" she said
as though it was the most natural thing in the world for a pre-pubescent
little girl to receive an orgasm from an adult man.

   Bathtime was certainly over.  I sat up to lift her, and had to rise up
high to get my bad leg under me.  She got up on her knees, I thought to
make it easier to lift her, but she then did something I wasn't expecting.

   She reached out and grabbed my hard cock through the loose material of
my pants.  She knew from the bulge exactly where it was.  It was already
achingly painfully hard, and her grip just deepened the agony.

   I tried to pull back from her.

   "No!" she cried out, as desperately as before, "You'll lose your mind if
I don't do this."

   I could almost believe her.  It would be so easy to believe her.  I
truly felt like I was already losing my mind from raging burning desire. 
What I had done to her had made me so horny that it would make a priest
fuck a goat.  I was near insane with hellish need.

   I didn't help her, or even agree.  I just held still.  She did
everything to me.  She skillfully unzipped my pants and reached in and
grasped my hard cock, and easily twisted it free into the cool air between
us.

   "Wow, it's so big!"

   If you want to make a man feel good about himself, those are the words
to use.  I knew that I wasn't truly that big, she had probably only seen
"Mother's", and his must have been small.

   Just as the wave of pride flushed over me, she leaned forward and
swallowed as much of my length down her throat as she could.  I could feel
the end of my cock hit the back of her throat.

   I looked down at her wet blonde head and didn't know whether to scream
and push her away, or cry in sexual relief.  Maybe I did lose my mind.  She
was sucking as if she were starving to death, and looking down at her thin
body, that was not hard to believe.

   Then she pulled her head back and left the end of my cock dripping wet
with saliva.  She lifted her hand to the end and began to spread the saliva
downwards.  Then she sucked the head of my cock into her mouth and with
both hands, skillfully began to massage my shaft.  I watched, fascinated.
She seemed to know exactly what to do, and better than I had ever seen a
woman do it.

   I thought I couldn't orgasm anymore since my accident; the pain from my
leg was too distracting.  I was also in an uncomfortable position, half
supporting myself on the edge of the tub.  So I was surprised when I felt
the sudden burning urge pulsing beneath my balls.

   It took me by such surprise that I didn't realize it in time to warn
her. I thrust involuntarily deep into her throat and my cock throbbed hard.
I could feel my hot sperm pulse out the end of my cock, trapped in her
mouth and against her throat.

   In fear, I thought she would choke, but instead she swallowed fast and
strong.  I could feel her mouth and jaw flexing on my cock shaft as she ate
my semen hungrily.  She was beyond amazing and I couldn't believe the
wonder of a child/lover that had fallen across my path.

   As soon as she had sucked the last of my fluid from my cock, and
continued to lick my length clean, I felt the crushing aching of my
uncomfortable position sink into my muscles.

   I stood up, pulling my still mostly-hard cock from her wonderfully soft
and warm mouth.

   "Hmm" she smacked her lips.  "That's the good medicine."

   I was so happy and grateful.  I was nearly in tears and about to sob.  I
reached over and lifted her thin, stick like body up, and hugged her to my
chest.  Her naked wet body soaked my clothes to my skin.

   At first, she was stiff as a board.  I guessed that "Mother" had never
hugged her before.  I didn't care.  Then she began to relax, and finally
she collapsed into to me and held me as tightly as I held her.  Hugs are
instinctive and only natural for children.

   After a minute, I pulled her bare body off me and set her back down on
the floor.  Then I grabbed the towel she had been wrapped in earlier and I
began to dry her off.  She wasn't used to this either, but seemed to begin
to enjoy it.  I enjoyed rubbing and massaging every part of her pure white
body, but I actually shied away from drying her too well between her legs.
I felt too guilty to want to start another "mind saving" sexual relief
session.

   She wanted to wear most of her cleaned clothes, and in several layers,
but it was too warm in my apartment for that.  The heat from the water
radiator was included in the rent, but I couldn't control it.  To be
comfortable, she soon had to shed all but her shirt and pants.

   The rest of the afternoon went equally wonderfully, while we enjoyed
each other's company, and I found things for us to do together.  Despite
her experience in sexual intimacy, she wasn't used to much physical
touching.  I wasn't sure how emotionally close I wanted to get either.

   I fed her the best food I had.  I wasn't trying to buy her affection; it
just hurt me to see how skinny she was.

   I found out that she couldn't read or even do simple math.  She had
never been to school, and didn't know anything about it.  She said that
"Mother" read all the time, but he told her that everything written was all
lies.

   I again pressed her for a name, but she insisted that the Whites would
find her.

   I persisted, "How about a little name, one that only I will use.  Just a
secret between me and you."

   She liked secrets.  Conspiratorially she whispered, "Well maybe a code
name?  Something to do with butterflies?  I like butterflies.  "

   "So do flowers" I mused.  Her thin body and bright blond hair reminded
me of one flower.  "Daisy"

   It was still winter enough that the sun set early.  I got up to turn on
the TV set.  As soon as I clicked it on, I turned to see Daisy, trembling
in terror, and hiding under the table.  I turned off the TV and had to
promise never to turn it on again before she would come out.  I knew I
wouldn't last long without watching TV, so I knew we would have to work on
her belief systems.

   After another hour of reading, I decided it was time for bed.  We were
sitting on the couch that was also my bed.  I got her out of the way and
pulled it out.  She thought it was a marvelous invention.

   I began to undress, and was down to my underwear, before I realized she
was just watching me.  I always slept in my underwear.  I didn't even own
pajamas.

   "You have to take your pants off." I told her.

   "Why?"

   I realized that homeless people probably wore all their clothes to bed.
"Because you'll get the nice clean sheets dirty.  You can either sleep in
your clothes on the floor, or take them off and sleep on the bed with me."
Giving her a choice eased my conscious, that I wasn't making her share my
bed.

   Daisy thought for a moment and then started to take her pants off.  I
turned to make the bed and when I turned back, she was fully naked.

   "Put your panties and t-shirt back on."

   "Why?"

   Despite the fact that I wasn't a child molester, my cock had risen and
hardened for no reason.  Her milk white skin that covered her body was
without blemish.  Her little mound covering her pussy stood out distinctly.
Her clean face was now beautiful and her lips were full and sweet.  Maybe
because my body remembered the pleasure she had given me, my body was
betraying me.

   Daisy's large soft eyes dropped and looked directly at my hard-on.  It
didn't seem to bother her.  The hardness of my cock was the biggest reason
she needed to wear clothes, but I didn't know how to explain it to her.

   Before I could insist, she crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees.
Then she turned her butt directly toward me, and laid her head and
shoulders down on the mattress.

   "It'll be easier to do this." She acted like she had figured out a
better way to do something.

   I was now facing a little nine-year-old girl, with her naked butt stuck
way up in the air, in as a submissive position as possible.  Her knees were
spread so that I could see that her pussy lips had spread and there was a
line of pink between.  Her tiny brown butthole stared directly at me,
presented perfectly.  I couldn't see Daisy's face, where she had it pressed
down against the bedding.

   "To do what?" The question that dropped from my mouth was automatic.  I
knew exactly what it looked like.  It was the most inviting body position a
porn star could do.  Did this nine-year-old little girl expect me to jump
on her and fuck her?

   "Use lots of spit," she added.

   It was too unreal and tempting.  "Do you want me to put my thing in
you?" I couldn't believe it.  I couldn't even say the word "dick".

   She turned slightly to look at me.  "You have toooo" she whined at me.
"If you don't, you might have to kill me when I sleep."

   "Is that what "Mother" told you?" I didn't feel good about this at all.

   "He used to," she said, "but,,,"

   "But what?"

   "He hasn't said it in a long time.  I'm the one who makes him do it now.
I really like it.  Won't you do it for me please?"

   She had turned all the way around and reached out her hand and grasped
my painfully hard cock through the fabric of my underwear.  "Please?" she
begged me.

   I couldn't say anything.  I didn't think that I nodded, but I might
have.

   Daisy squealed in happiness and pulled my shorts down.  My cock sprang
free.  She pulled hard on it and I had no choice but to step forward.  She
guided my cock directly into her hot wet mouth.

   Daisy slurped on it for only a second, and then leaned back, leaving my
cock dripping with saliva.  She then spun around and assumed the butt high
in the air position again.

   I spit into my fingers and rubbed them into her invitingly spread pussy.
Daisy groaned and worked her hips, trying to suck pleasure from my hand.  I
knelt forward onto the bed, with my knees spread just outside hers.  Still
unsure, I slid the head of my cock up against the length of her pussy.

   For a moment, I wondered which hole "Mother" had taught her to use. 
But, Daisy rocked back and forth a couple times, with my cock sliding
through her narrow valley, and then came to rest with my cock's head
planted firmly against her tight vagina.

   At that moment I realized how ridiculous a position we were in.  There
was no way my cock was going to fit into her tiny thin nine-year-old body.
If I thrust, I would just tear her apart.

   Daisy wiggled her hips and pressed back hard.  Tightness pressed up
against the head of my cock.  Slowly, she continued to wiggle and press,
and the tightness just increased.

   I couldn't move a muscle for fear of hurting her.  Then I felt a pop,
and suddenly the tightness was around the ring under my cock head.

   Daisy whimpered and froze.  I realized that part of my cock was actually
now inside her, but I was sure she would stop rather than feel more pain.
She started to pull forward, and I felt terrible regret that this wasn't
going to work, but then she shoved back harder.

   Again she froze and whimpered.

   "Stop, you don't have to do this." I pleaded.

   "NO, I want it!" she begged.

   "Okay, just stay still."

   I began to lean into her, and gently my cock pressed against her vaginal
grip.  Then I leaned back.  Her pussy still seemed to have a death grip.  I
continued to rock back and forth gently.  Even though I couldn't feel my
painfully squeezed cock moving inside her tiny body, I knew that it was. 
Slowly my cock was disappearing into her.  After a couple minutes, I felt
strong resistance against the end of my cock.

   "Oh God," she gasped in pain, "Oh my God, you are big."

   Now that I knew my limit, I began to move back and forth further,
extending the length of my stroke inside her.  Now, she gasped with each
thrust, but not in pain.

   Daisy began to whine and whimper again, but in a good way.  I reached
under her and tried to find her clitoris.  She was stretched so fully, that
I think the shaft of my cock was rubbing tight against it.  She now began
to make strange yet wonderful animal sounds.

   Until now, the experience had been mostly painful for me.  Having my
cock squeezed so tightly wasn't as fun as I thought it would be.  But the
more I moved, the better it felt.  Hearing her make such guttural carnal
sounds helped too.  I gripped her hips tighter and began to thrust faster,
being careful not to ram the end of her tunnel.

   I was just beginning to really enjoy the sensations, when she stopped
squeaking and froze under me.  From the way her muscles jerked and pulsed
under my hands and around my cock, I assumed she was having an orgasm.  I
was too far gone to care at that point, and I just kept thrusting into her
small body until she started grunting again.

   It happened again, and the third time I felt it coming.  By then I had
built the greatest orgasm in my body that I hoped never to be able to
survive.  I unleashed it just as she froze.  Involuntarily, I thrust full
into her, and pressed up hard against the end of her tunnel.  She cried out
in pain and ecstasy.

   Then the real agony hit me.  My cock was throbbing, trying to force
burning hot semen into a place where there was no room for it.  My bad hip
had locked up, so I couldn't back out of her, and I wasn't sure my spasming
muscles would let me.  My climax of overly intense pleasure mixed with
crippling pain, and I thought I was going to faint.

   After what felt like a full minute, I was able to let go of Daisy and
she slumped forward a little from me.  I then kicked my bad leg out to the
side and was able to fall sideways with her, to rest on the mattress.  I
was exhausted, and she wasn't moving either.  We lay there panting
together.

   I was wallowing in guilt and self condemnation when she sat up.

   "Okay, we've got to clean up." Daisy turned and then she leaned back and
spread her legs wide before me.  My face was just inches from her bright
pink pussy and its still gaping hole where my sperm was spread and oozed. I
figured out what she meant.  This was how you cleaned up without a bathroom
nearby.

   I crawled forward just a few inches, and lowered my mouth between her
reddened thighs.  I licked my sperm up carefully, starting at the outside.
Daisy sighed and laid her head back onto the mattress.

   If I had been feeling guilty before, this helped a lot.  I deserved the
punishment of sucking up my own sperm and giving her a little more pleasure
at the same time.  I didn't even notice any flavor as I tried to make it as
pleasurable for her as I could.  By the time I was digging into her hot
little hole with my tongue and nibbling on her tiny clitty, she froze up
again and her internal muscles did a little dance.

   It was my pleasure to let her down softly, mouthing her softest parts
gently.  Then I finally stopped, and let her catch her breath and recover.

   Just when I thought she had fallen asleep, Daisy sat up and spun around.
Before I could stop her, not that I would try, she was sucking up and down
the shaft of my iron-hard cock.  My cock had never gone soft, and sucking
on her tiny pussy had made it ache with need again.

   Daisy again amazed me with her skill as she cleaned my cock, while
drawing out as much pleasure as possible.  This was a much needed desert,
after such a powerful and painful meal.  She was gentle, as though knowing
where my cock would be sore.  Quickly, because I held nothing back, I
erupted into her eager mouth.

   I knew I didn't need to warn her, and like before, she drank whatever
semen I had left in my balls, as though it was her only meal.



   While I was recovering, Daisy started to put on her panties, but I
stopped her.  I wanted us to sleep naked together.  We lay together and I
showed her how wonderful it is to cuddle.

   Just before I faded off to sleep, she whispered, "I love you."

   I whispered back, "I love you too," and I meant it with all my heart.



   For over a year, I treated Daisy like my daughter, and my lover.  I
taught her how to read and tried to catch her up to a ten-year-old
education.  I also rid her of most of "Mother's" schizophrenic ideas.

   Well, it was wonderful while it lasted, but a nosy neighbor that hated
me eventually got me in trouble.  She took pictures through our window of
me fondling Daisy.  I was arrested and Daisy was taken by Child Services.
My lawyer wasn't too bad and I pled guilty to a lower charge and am doing
three years.  And I couldn't be happier.

   Everyone assumed I was Daisy's father, and she is still my child.  I
call her every week and write her a letter every day.  I would be going on
parole soon, but the state I live in has to provide medical care for me. 
In a couple weeks I go in for the hip replacement surgery I could never
afford, and by the time they are done, I'll be able to walk normally again.
I'll spend the rest of my sentence recovering in a hospital.  When I am
free, I'll pick up Daisy, and we will disappear into a new life.