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 Stalker

   The familiar board creaked in the hallway as the man's bare foot settled
stealthily, freezing when it was already too late to prevent the alarm. 
The little girl trembled in her hiding place behind the overstuffed chair
in the big bedroom, trying to fit her tiny, naked body more deeply into the
shadowed hollow against the wall.  In the gathering twilight, she could see
the shadow of the big man where it lay across the floor in the doorway from
the hallway.  Her heart sank.  She knew that she would be found and dragged
from her hiding place, that there was nothing she could do to prevent her
fate.  The foot in the hallway rose slowly, causing the sound of the board
to change.  It was not much quieter but was stretched out into a series of
pops that were all the more ominous.  The man squatted in the doorway and
the little girl could see from under the chair that her pursuer was naked,
his erection a menacing weapon between his muscular legs.  She suppressed a
whimper and tried to pull back even more, though her bare back was
literally against the bedroom wall.  With a satisfied grunt, the huge
figure in the doorway lunged forward to her right, moving toward that side
of the big chair.  With a sudden burst of hopeful energy, the little
seven-year-old pulled her feet under her and made a quick break to her
left, leaving her little haven just as the heavy body broke into it from
the right.  With no more need for quiet, she fled shrieking into the hall.
Her pursuer, delayed while he struggled out of the cramped space into which
he had forced himself, quickly followed on legs as long as she was tall. 
Two long strides down the hallway were all it took to bring him upon his
prey.  His vastly superior weight upon the tiny shoulders bore her quickly
to the floor with the huge body covering her like a great, sweating
blanket. With the big hands on her shoulders pinning her chest to the
thickly padded carpet, the little girl could only move her bottom half
wildly, kicking in any direction she could and stretching out her neck to
shriek repeatedly.  It did no good.  The man's hairy belly settled onto her
little bottom and pressed her against the carpet, pinning her long enough
to slide forward until the head of his now-leaking cock contacted the slick
lips of her tiny vulva.  Moving relentlessly against her, the plum-colored
nut spread the delicate labia apart and the organ moved wetly within,
filling the slippery channel completely.  The helpless child was frozen for
the moment, gasping at the feelings that overwhelmed her.  As the big man
began thrusting deep in her, she felt her pussy begin to throb and clench
as she began, in spite of herself, to orgasm.  In turn, the sensation of
her rippling cunnie around his cock triggered her attacker's climax and he
pressed hard into her and began to squirt long, viscous streams of jism
against the miniature cervix, causing a throbbing sensation that heightened
the little girl's uncontrollable spasms of pleasure.  "Aaahhh!" she
screamed.  "Aaaiiyeee-hee-hee-hee-hee!" she laughed hysterically.  Giggling
helplessly, she collapsed completely, gasping, on her belly as the last
spurts of spunk into her womb pumped back out onto the carpet, finding no
room left inside her seven-year-old vagina.  After gasping and sobbing with
emotion for a full minute, the girl raised her head, chuckling.  "Okay,
Daddy," she said.  "I'm it.  Go hide." "Oh, no you don't!" came the good
natured, husky contralto from the stairwell.  "You two finish your game
after dinner.  Go wash up!" "Aw!" the father and daughter chorused in mock
disappointment.  "And you'd better carry her down," the girl's mother
suggested to her husband.  "You've got enough to clean up there without her
dribbling goo all the way to the kitchen." "She's right, you know," the
father said, looking around the hallway at the cooling puddles on the
carpet, half a dozen not counting the one behind the chair.  It seemed that
no matter who was seeking whom, it ended with the two participants fucking
and the little girl draining on the carpet.  "In fact, you'd best eat your
dinner on my lap so we can plug your hole." He carried her toward the
bathroom where they could towel off and wash their hands.  "Which hole,"
giggled the little girl.  "They're both dribbling." "Oh, you pick," her
daddy answered, and they laughed.
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