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My apologies for my tardiness, I have been very busy.
This is something I have been working on. It has been
submitted elsewhere too, I have not had time to write
anything new. Again, my apologies. If you do not
accept simultaneous submissions, please let me know,
and I will correct it.
Thank you.
Spirit Chaser
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"Macy"
Macy sat in the hot car seat, watching out the window
as her parents carried the last of their belongings
out of the house and loaded them into the back of the
little station wagon. She watched as her father stood
in front of the little house and gazed up at it, a
look of relief on his face. Her mother joined him and
then they both had their backs to the little girl as
they bade their final farewells to the little
ramshackle dwelling which had served as home for the
past six years, three of which Macy was a part of.
She watched without emotion as the two adults sighed
in unison, and held their arms about each other…..and
she wondered once again, why were they leaving?
She pushed against the safety belt that strapped her
to the seat, it was too tight, and the seat was too
small. Her parents knew this, but refused to allow
her to ride in the car without it. If there ever was
a definition of dislike for her, if she could
understand what it meant on a basic level, then Macy
disliked the safety seat, and wished every time she
had to sit in the thing that it might be the last. But
it never was…
“You’re too little Macy.” Her mother had explained one
day in response to her silent protests. She cinched
the safety belt tight around the plastic car seat and
ruffled Macys soft, brown hair. “Sorry little one,
you’re just going to have to live with it until you’re
a little older. Otherwise, you might fly out of the
car….now, we wouldn’t want that to happen, would we?”
Macy sat in the seat, staring at her mother, her face
expressionless. Caroline sat back and frowned. “Why
don’t you try and smile a little Macy? A pretty
little girl like you shouldn’t always look so sad.”
Macy sat there for a moment, silent……..but then, she
was always silent. She hadn’t said a comprehendible
word all her life. She shrugged, her dark eyes
staring unblinking at her mother. Caroline smiled
brokenly at her little daughter, stood, and closed the
car door. It closed with a resounding whump, causing
the child to blink slightly. Macy sat in the seat,
between the front seats, with full view of the road,
and where whoever was driving could keep an eye on her
in the rear view mirror.
Not that there was anything to keep an eye on……Macy
never made a sound, she never complained, she never
cried, she never laughed…she never did….anything. She
just sat there and stared between the seats. As a
little baby, she had been the same way.
At first the doctors thought it had been autism, but
because of her comprehension of the world around her,
and her responses to stimulus, that hypothesis was
soon changed to extreme shyness.
Caroline and John were stumped, they had no idea why
she was like this. They decided it was best they not
try and force anything on the child, she would learn
in her own good time. However, because of Macys
strangeness, and her quiet, emotionless attitude, she
made both of them uncomfortable at times.
That day, the day her mother had ruffled her hair and
frowned……Macy watched as the car left the driveway,
turned into the street and began to speed up. She was
quite aware of the world around her, much more so than
her parents might have ever thought possible. She was
actually quite intelligent, and recognized the reasons
they treated her in the manner they did. She chose to
be silent, because….within her child’s mind, she had
no way in which to express herself, the words fell
beyond her mental grasp. Her young mind could not
form the words to express her feelings. She did not
know the emotion of happiness….it was a concept that
went beyond her, as well as fear…..she could not grasp
the meanings, and did not possess the instinct to act
on such feelings.
She was simply…..there…
She had watched….and felt the motion of the car as it
went over the bumpy streets…..she felt the pull of
gravity as it made it’s way around the corners. She
felt the pressure of the plastic restraining bar
across her chest every time the car slowed to a stop…
It was too tight…….and she wished her mother would
loosen it……
Without truly understanding how she did it, or what
she was doing……she reached out to her mother, not with
her hands….but with the fingers of her mind….
Loosen it…….she thought. Not with words…thoughts,
images…..of which only a child might
understand…...there were no words available to the
child….
With intensity, her mind touched that of her mothers.
Caroline shifted uncomfortably in her seat, she looked
around nervously, as if someone were watching her from
a hidden place.
She reached over and switched on the air conditioner,
fanning herself with her other hand.
The car started forward again, and Macy gave up on her
mother.
There were times when she felt she could do this….to
push people into doing something she thought about.
It was quite simple actually, she just sent her
thoughts forward and concentrated on the individual
who might best be considered her target. So far the
best she had been able to accomplish was nothing more
that a slight twinge, nervousness from the other
party.
And now she watched her mother and father as they
turned their backs on the little house, and walked
hand in hand to the car. Her father positioned
himself behind the wheel and started the engine, her
mother opened the passenger door and climbed in.
And from that day forward……Macy’s life began to
change…..
After it seemed as if they were driving for days, the
little car pulled into the little driveway and bumped
noisily over the gravel, until finally coming to rest
next to the house that they would call their new home.
John turned the motor off and leaned back in the
seat, rubbing his eyes. It had been an exhausting
drive.
Macy sat in the car seat, not moving, not even trying
to get herself free from the straps that bound her to
it. She stared straight ahead, at the large dark
mouth of the garage that the car was parked in front
of.
The door was open, yet the light from the fading day
barely penetrated any further than a few feet
inside…the shelves that might have been visible along
the wall the entire length were instead swallowed up
into the gloom like the teeth of a giant prehistoric
creature…
The little girl was standing in the doorway, wearing a
white dress and a large pink bow in her hair. She was
about Macy’s age, blonde, shoulder length hair, her
eyes dark with mystery. She had a small aristocratic
nose, a china doll face. She smiled, waved, and
disappeared into the darkness of the garage….
Macy didn’t respond. She watched the girls exit
emotionlessly…..but in the darkness of her mind, she
began to wonder…..
There wasn’t enough time in the rest of the day to
bother with unloading the car, so Macy’s parents only
brought in a few things for the night…..blankets,
pillows, and the few battered suitcases from the
trunk. They had already eaten from one of the many
fast food restaurants on the interstate, so they
weren’t hungry. Although, the food sat in their
gullets like the rocks on the bottom of a stream.
Macy stood in the living room, alone in the darkness
as her parents shambled around the empty house. She
stood there, listening to the sounds of the footfalls
and the hollow voices of the adults as they moved from
room to room.
Suddenly, the lights in the living room switched on,
and the triumphant sound of her fathers voice echoed
from somewhere in the basement. She squinted at the
harsh glare of the small chandelier that hung in the
foyer, and looked around the room.
Wooden panels covered the walls from floor to ceiling,
a dark wood not unlike mahogany. They reflected the
glow of the single lamp hanging down from the ceiling
with an illustrious sheen…given to it from countless
years of polishing and careful maintenance. The room
was unfurnished, and the worn hardwood floor glowed,
giving it an almost glass like appearance. A large
fireplace took up almost the entire wall directly in
front of her. Composed of what appeared to be native
stone with a marble threshold. Although Macy had
never actually seen a fireplace before in all her
young life, she was instantly drawn to it with the
interest of the small child she was.
She walked towards it until she was standing almost
directly underneath the mantle and looked up at the
object that had captured her attention.
The painting was old and cracked. The brittle edges
were beginning to peel and flake from countless years
of neglect, and the paint itself was faded and dusty.
It was an image of a young girl, about four years old,
sitting on a bed, her right leg was cocked at an angle
on the bed, while her left leg hung down to the floor.
Both were clad in white stockings with little pink
ribbons tied at the bottom, near the pink dress
shoes.…..
Her head was cocked at the painter, and she was
smiling. She was wearing a flowery white dress with
pink piping around the sleeves and high cut collar.
In her hair was a pink bow with white ribbons that
mixed with the honey colored hair to her shoulders.
In her left hand she was holding a teddy bear, brown
and white….and missing the right eye. Her right hand
was resting on the bed, next to a large jewelry box.
The box was open, and directly under the lid was a
tiny ballerina, her hands up and her feet
pointed….frozen perpetually in the painting.
Her eyes were full of laughter, yet dark with mystery.
Behind those eyes…….there were secrets…..secrets that
lay buried.
Her mouth was drawn in a smile, revealing teeth, that
if the painting were new, might have been a perfect
white….however, because of the obvious age, they were
dull and gray.
Macy studied the painting. And for the first time in
her life, there was a spark of wonder in her mind.
She tilted her head to one side and studied the girl
in the painting….she studied the dress, the teddy
bear….and for some reason….her eyes she studied most
of all.
“Macy?” Her mother's voice drifted out of the depths
of the house. “Come here sweetie, we have to get you
ready for bed, it’s late.”
Macy turned away from the painting at the sound of her
mothers voice. She looked towards the hall where it
seemed to come from. She stood that way for a
moment….then, turned back to the painting.
And it was no surprise to her to see that…..there was
no painting……in it’s place was nothing but a dusty
wall….and an empty mantle. As if there had never been
anything there in the first place.
Macy stared at the empty wall with no inflection
whatsoever, then slowly, she turned and started
walking towards the sound of her mothers voice. At
the entrance to the hall, she stopped and turned
around once more to look at the mantle above the
fireplace.
The painting hung above the stone facade as if it had
been there for centuries….and in it…the girl was no
longer smiling.
She was crying.
Macy turned away and went towards the back of the
house.
She was sleeping on several of the blankets, folded
and spaced evenly, they formed a sort of makeshift
bed, suitable for her sleep, but uncomfortable to no
end.
The childs breast rose and fell in time to the soft
sound of her breathing as she slept.
Unknown to the child, a small figure detached itself
from the darkness in the corner of the room…..as if it
had been there all along… and silently approached her
sleeping form.
It stood over her for a long time, as if studying
her…then….it bent down, and slowly drew the thin
blanket away from her body….exposing her legs and
waist.
Macy was wearing her usual bedclothes….a short pink
nightgown that barely reached her knees when she was
standing, and had drawn up to almost her waist while
she lay sleeping….her legs had drawn slightly apart,
and the small vee of her white cotton panties could be
seen in the silver light of the moon as it filtered in
through the window of the room.
A small hand reached out and traced the girls left leg
up the elastic waistband of her panties….where it
stopped and tugged at them ever so slightly. Little
fingers slipped under the material and touched warm
flesh…they crept up slowly until they rested on the
thin slit of the little girls sex. Another hand
appeared and softly tugged at the elastic waistband of
the panties….and slowly began to draw them down….until
they slipped off…..both hands grasped the panties and
pulled them down to the little girls ankles….exposing
her sex completely to the night air.
Macy opened her mouth slightly and gasped as the cool
air touched her skin…under her eyelids…..a slight
flutter of movement as the girl dreamed.
The figure hesitated as the little girl shifted on the
blankets…and when she was still once again…little
fingers reached out and traced the thin slit of the
secret place between her legs.
Macy gasped again as the fingers touched her little
pussy…she opened her legs a little more as they gently
forced themselves between the puffy lips and began to
massage her tiny little button….
Her legs opened wider….allowing the little fingers
easy access. The little hands reached down and pulled
Macys panties completely off….allowing them to drop
near the girls feet…they then pushed the little girls
legs open as wide as they could go….completely
exposing the childs hairless slit….and the tiny hole
at the base….
Little hands massaged the moist inner lips….rubbing
gently up and down the entire length of it. Even as
young as she was……Macy was no ordinary child…and she
moaned as the fingers stimulated her little pussy.
Her mouth opened in a tiny ‘O’ of pleasure as they
gently rubbed her tiny clit…...pinching it slightly
between them. She raised her ass in the air as they
found their way down to her little anus and gently
rubbed the rim…..poking it gently….slipping inside..
An entire finger went into her little butt, up to the
last knuckle and massaged the sensitive walls of her
virgin ass..it pulled out slowly…then sank back in
again…deep into her rectum.
Although she was still asleep…some inner instinct
caused Macy to reach down and grab her legs from
behind her knees and she drew her them into the air,
hanging on to them fast to her chest.….the nightgown
fell to her lower back.
The finger pulled out of her ass…then slowly pushed
back in….all the way….
Macy began to moan softly…and for the first time in
her young life….her face contorted in pleasure as the
finger began to piston itself in and out of her little
body. Faster and faster it went……the sounds of the
little hand slapping against her buttocks were the
only sounds in the entire room besides the harsh
breathing of Macys pleasure.
She began to react to it…her little bottom rose and
fell in rhythm to the thrusts of the finger that was
invading her little body……
Then the finger stopped in midthrust….half buried in
the little girls rectum…a face appeared over Macys
crotch….and if she had opened her eyes at that moment,
she would have seen the face of her molester….the face
of another child.
A tongue reached out and tasted her sex. It lightly
touched the hairless lips and traced the furrow of her
sex down the entire length….lapping up her
sweat…..forcing itself between the puffy little
lips……until it touched the soft inner folds of the
little girls pussy.
The finger in her ass twisted slightly in time to the
tongue as it invaded her body as well.
Macy woke up.
She stared at the ceiling….vaguely wondering as to the
reasons why she was holding her legs against her
chest, and why her panties were off……her bottom felt
strange…as if she had just gone to the bathroom….
She was alone in the bedroom…..and the secret place
between her legs was soaking wet.
She slowly lowered her legs and touched her
wetness….she raised one finger to her lips and
curiously tasted the sweetness of her own sex…..
She then lowered her finger once again to her little
pussy and began to rub it…..and her body shuddered
slightly as she touched the little bud at the top of
her slit….she closed her eyes…a feeling unlike any she
had ever felt before coursed through her little body
as she did this. An indescribable feeling of which
she had no definition…but she understood on a basic
level, that she enjoyed it.
She masturbated harder…..faster….in an attempt to
achieve an unknown goal. Something that had to
happen…what…she did not know, but for the first time
in her life, raw passion began to flow through her
body….and a craving for more intensified her pleasure
all the more.
She slipped a finger inside her body as hard as she
could…..and gasped at the slight pain it caused her as
it came to rest against the soft, thin barrier that
was her virginity. She had sunk her finger almost up
to the last knuckle, straining against the little flap
of skin inside her body. She tested it, probed it
gently….trying to decide what it was….wondering if she
could get past it. For some reason however….she
decided that it was best if she left it alone….she
didn’t know why, instinct told her that she
shouldn’t…this was to remain intact.
Her little body shuddered…she rubbed her tiny clit
harder and faster, pumping her finger in and out of
her pussy as fast and as hard as she dared….until
finally…she reached a peak in her ecstasy, and her
little butt rose off the floor and she moaned loudly
as the little girl had her first orgasm..
She stayed that way for a long time…her little body
racked with pleasure as wave after wave hit her full
force, her mouth opened in an ‘O’ of raw passion…her
eyes closed tightly and her little fist jammed between
her outstretched legs. Wetness leaked down between
her buttocks, coating her little butthole and soaking
into the blanket underneath. She pulled her finger
out of her pussy and slipped it into her rectum as far
as she could, using the wetness of her own orgasm for
lubrication. She finger fucked her little butt, each
time she pushed it in, she tried to get it in
further..until she had her finger all the way in…..but
it still wasn’t enough…so she forced another
in..gasping a little as it slipped past the first
knuckle to rest nest to it’s companion. She now had
two of her little fingers pushed completely inside her
no longer virgin butt.
She pushed them in and out slowly, moaning softly each
time they went inside her….
Faster and faster she did this….until….she could feel
another orgasm beginning to approach..
She sped up, slapping her palm against her body as she
brought herself to a powerful threshold, and her body
reacted violently to the stimulation it was receiving.
Her butt rose up further off the floor and she
squealed slightly as the orgasm hit her, shaking her
from head to toe…she crammed her fingers in as deeply
as she could and held them there until the feeling
began to subside.
Then…slowly, she removed them, and lowered her legs
to the floor once more..sighing loudly.
She lay there for a long time like that…….her eyes
closed, and her chest rising in falling rapidly as the
last vestiges of the orgasm finally passed…and left
her little body exhausted.
Although she was not even four yet, Macys body was
developing much faster than the average child…..and
she decided, as she lay there on the makeshift floor,
half naked, resting in her own wetness, and relishing
the dying orgasm she had just given herself…that she
liked the feelings it had given her very much….
Enough to do it again as many times as she wished.
But within her mind, and with thoughts and images only
a child could understand, she wondered who..or
what…..had given her the knowledge of this wonderful
gift.
Macy sat up and retrieved her panties from where they
lay at the base of her feet and pulled them on,
wincing slightly as they passed over her little
bottom…it was a little sore from the invasion of her
own fingers, and the fingers of the unknown person who
had started this little experiment in the first place.
She pulled them up and lay down on the damp blankets.
She covered herself and stared at the ceiling without
expression on her face….
What was it that had woken her up?
She turned her head and faced the window……and that is
when she saw it.
The teddy bear was laying on the floor in the corner
of the room, it’s face partially hidden from the
silver beam of the moonlight as it filtered in through
the window. It’s single eye stared unseeingly at
her….a knowing little smile on the matted face….
And she knew……
She liked this….
And she wanted more….something a little
different....something a little bolder.
She closed her eyes….and her mind sought to reach out
to the mind of her father as he slept.
John was dreaming deeply when something strange
happened…
At first he was at the Mall, Caroline was looking
through the windows at the jewelry and clothing as
they walked hand in hand through the crowds. In his
left hand, he held Macys limp little fingers, tugging
the girl along like a child dragging a pull toy.
He was bored and tired, he wanted to get home….there
was something that he had to do….but he couldn’t quite
grasp exactly what it was…it floated constantly out of
reach of his senses.
Then suddenly……
Here he was…..in a large bedroom. He was standing
next to a large, heavy dresser. Dark wood that glowed
from countless polishes, a large, round mirror
adorning the back of it. Intricate carvings in the
wooden frame followed the glass around it’s diameter.
He was completely naked and holding something soft and
fuzzy in his right hand.
He looked down and opened his hand to see what it
was…and saw a picture of Big Bird on cotton cloth….it
was a pair of Macys panties, exactly like the pair she
had worn to bed only hours before.
Puzzled, he studied the panties….wondering why he
should be holding them in the first place….
There was a sound from the corner of the room….and
when he looked up towards it, he realized….that this
room was the bedroom in which Macy was
sleeping…..except, it was now furnished with furniture
he didn’t recognize.
A huge four poster bed, a pink canopy with frilly lace
that hid what lay beneath it. Pictures on the wall,
posters such as Sesame Street and childish cartoons.
Toys lay scattered across the floor haphazardly….cars,
dolls, doll clothing. Crayons and markers lay
scattered on a small desk with an equally small chair
in the corner of the room. Frilly lace curtains
covered the windows, white wallpaper with dancing pink
unicorns covered the walls..
A little girls bedroom. His little girls bedroom….he
knew this for some reason….He didn’t understand how he
knew…….
But he KNEW it was Macys bedroom.
So…why was he standing in his daughters
bedroom…..naked…..and holding a pair of her panties in
his hand?
A sound from the canopy…the sound of someone rolling
over on the bed.
He walked towards the bed….his heart beating in his
chest like a triphammer, and his fingers clinging
tightly to the panties in his hand.
He drew the curtains aside….and gazed down at the girl
in the bed.
Macy wasn’t completely naked, she was wearing her
little nightgown, but no panties.
Of course not, you’re holding those in your hand. He
thought.
He swallowed hard as he followed her body with his
eyes….gazing for an uncertain time on the thin slit of
her little pussy….when he reached her face, he saw
that the little girl was watching him as he soaked in
her childish beauty.
He swallowed hard again….and opened his mouth to ask
her what she thought she was doing…..
And nothing came out but a little squeak…..
God….she was gorgeous….even as young as she was, he
discovered with dismay…that already his body was
beginning to react to the sight of the childs
sexuality.
He was as hard as a rock, and his cock stuck almost
straight up. It was perhaps the largest erection he
had ever sported…..and he knew, that if it wasn’t
satisfied soon, he was going to ejaculate all over the
little girl at any second.
He looked stupidly down at the panties in his hand,
and then back to his daughter spread eagled on the
bed. Her hands were behind her head, and she looked
at him expectantly.
His eyes flicked from hers down to her hairless
crotch….because of the position of her legs, he could
see the soft inner folds of her moist pussy…..the
inner lips flared bright red with desire.
This is impossible……she can’t be feeling sex…hell she
isn’t even four for christ sakes! He thought this
desperately….
Then rationality took control.
This is a dream….this isn’t real….and I do not like
it.
He closed his eyes and concentrated…….
Wake up…..
But when he opened them….Macy was still there, gazing
at him in her usual, flat manner. Her legs spread
wide open….her sex exposed completely to him.
She reached down with one hand and spread the lips of
her pussy open wide, opening it up and allowing him to
see the fiery red heat of her passion.
She was so tiny….and so frail…..his love went out to
her, and his heart swelled with a deep feeling that
only a father knows for his daughter…. and he then
embraced his daughter on the bed. He lay down on top
of her, dwarfing her little body beneath his own. His
hands were on either side of her head and above it,
holding himself up, so he didn’t crush her completely.
His cock thumped softly between her legs, resting on
her pussy, lubricating itself in her juices as he slid
the shaft up and down between the moistened lips. Her
little legs were bent up against his chest now, barely
reaching his nipples. He grabbed them by the ankles
and spread them apart as he slid his cock up and down
the length of her increasingly wet slit. She looked
up at him, a flat stare, but in her eyes, he saw
desire, and he felt the heat of her passion between
her legs.
He wasn’t a very large man, perhaps only five inches,
and not thick in the slightest. He was quite
conscientious about his manhood and, in many ways,
sort of ashamed of it. His cock was more like that of
a boy than a man…..and for the first time, he
realized, that he might just be able to fuck his
little daughter without actually hurting her…
And this excited him.
All taboos cast aside, morality gone….he reached down
and slipped the head of his cock further down until he
touched the entrance to her little hole.
Macy closed her eyes and shifted forward, allowing him
easier access to her hairless pussy. He grabbed her
ankles with one hand, holding himself up with
other…after all, he didn’t want to smother her, and he
pushed them over her head. Doing so caused his cock
to slip in a little further.
He pushed it in about an inch, relishing the
unbelievable tightness of Macys cunt. He could feel
her squeezing the head of his cock, trying to pull him
in more….and he pushed against his daughter.
The first few inches slipped in and Macy gasped
loudly, her eyes closed tightly as her father began to
fuck her slowly.
John watched, fascinated as the hairless lips of his
daughters cunt sucked greedily at his cock as he
pushed it deeper into her body. He let go of her
ankles and leaned over her, covering her completely
and pressing her upturned face against his chest and
pushed his cock into the childs body…..until he had it
in to the hilt.
Then he began to fuck her harder.
Slowly, and with deep thrusts, he fucked his little
daughter, feeling the tiny muscles of her pussy
massaging the sides of his cock, squeezing it with
each thrust as it pushed into her body. Macy moaned
loudly and began to rotate her hips as he fucked her.
He reached down and grabbed her buttocks, pushing her
closer to him in an attempt to get even deeper in her
pussy.
Slowly at first, then speeding up, John fucked his
little girl. Pumping in and out of her hairless
pussy, wet with desire as untapped energies burst
forth from her body and she responded accordingly.
With strokes long and hard, hard enough to move the
child forward on the bed, he pumped in and out of her
body, sitting up now and then to watch the slick shaft
as is disappeared and reappeared repeatedly.
The little girl began to moan in time with his
thrusts, and her pussy clenched tightly around the
shaft of his cock each time he slid it deep within her
body.
John closed his eyes and enjoyed the best fuck he had
ever had in his life.
Their motions began to increase as the passion between
father and daughter exploded.
They fucked in earnest, his cock pistoning in out of
his daughter little cunt faster and faster…until it
was but a blur of motion.
John began to grunt with animal lust for this child,
and he fucked her as hard as he could, harder than he
had ever made love to his wife….Macys mother….
And then….within their passion…the girls body
tensed……her pussy tightened around the base of his
cock like a vise, refusing to let it go…..and she was
suddenly much wetter than before.
Macy groaned and her ass came up off the bed, forcing
her fathers cock even further into her body.
John groaned in unison with his daughters ecstasy and
sank as deep as he could into her cunt…..
And as his seed splashed against the inside of the
little girls pussy….he knew…..
That this was no dream……
It was real.
Gone was the furniture in the bedroom, the posters,
the toys on the floor. The poster bed was nothing
other than a collection of thin blankets on the floor
of the room….jumbled into a mass, and stained wet with
the heat of passion from the both of them.
Sometime during the night….he had ended up in his
daughters bedroom, and for some odd reason…..began to
fuck her.
But he didn’t care about that now…..all he wanted was
to continue.
He pumped in and out of the childs body, ignoring her
grunts each time he slammed his cock to the hilt
inside her pussy, only wanting to cum
again…...striving to satisfy his lust for her
innocence.
Macy didn’t protest, nor did she try and push him
away. She instead pulled him closer. Because of the
differences in their sizes, he couldn’t kiss her
mouth, so he instead kissed the top of her head each
time he pulled out of her body.
The bottom of her ass was wet and slick with the
combined mixture of their cum, running down the crack
and soaking her little pink nightgown.
John didn’t care about that….he didn’t care about
anything other than fucking her.
God….she was so sexy….so tight, so unbelievably tight…
And it felt indescribably fantastic.
They went on like this for some time..until
finally….both exhausted…..he collapsed over the
child…his cock beginning to wither inside her
body…..spent completely of its cargo.
He pulled out and lay next to his daughter…….and with
dismay…wondered what would happen next….
No one must find out…..it was the first thought that
came to him.
Hell, I’ll go to jail….
What the hell is the matter with me? He held his head
in his hands and squeezed his temples tightly…..
He dropped his hands in his lap and looked over at
Macy. She wasn’t asleep….she was instead watching
him….silently…with her usual flat stare once again on
her features.
Emotionlessly, she reached up and touched her fathers
lips…..he could smell her pussy on her tiny
fingers…she traced them from side to side……and then,
abruptly sat up and kissed him on the lips…..
Where the hell is she getting this?
She is not even four for chrissakes……
He watched her as she stood…..retrieved her panties
and put them on. She then looked at him
expectantly……and he realized his nakedness once again.
His underwear and top, what he usually slept in….were
piled on the floor next to the door…he must have
removed them in his sleep when he entered the bedroom.
He stood up and pulled them on. Then turned and
silently left the room, closing the door behind him as
he went.
Macy waited until she could no longer hear her fathers
shuffling footsteps as he walked down the hall to his
own bedroom….she listened to his silence as he stood
outside her door for a long time…..waiting for him to
leave. When he finally did……her fingers crept down to
her tender little pussy and touched it lightly…she
winced a little as the cotton of her panties brushed
against the sore lips….and for the first time in her
life…..a smile of contentment touched Macy’s lips.
As the first light of the dawn began to filter in
through the window, signaling the beginning of the new
day….Macy closed her eyes and fell asleep once more.
And as her entry into deep sleep commenced….the light,
soft chuckle of a child came from the corner of the
room…..and out of the fading darkness, a small hand
took hold of the teddy bear and it disappeared into
the shadows….
2
Macy stood naked in front of the mirror as her mother
towel dried her hair and patted her damp body from her
usual early morning bath. She watched in silence as
Caroline worked her way down her little legs and
patted the secret place between them. For a moment,
her mother walked out of sight of the vision in the
mirror, and Macy stood alone, naked and cold, yet she
did not respond to the chill of the early morning
breeze wafting in through the open window next to the
sink.
She stood that way for less than a minute, waiting
patiently as her mother returned once again with a
small bundle of clothing in her hands. Panties and
socks, and a light blue dress that Macy was in danger
of outgrowing very soon. She accepted the prodding
and jerks as her mother fitted the dress over her head
and allowed her arms to be gently forced into the
sleeves without protest, a blank stare on her face.
Her visage in the mirror stood without emotion. She
lifted one leg in response to her mother as she pulled
the clean pair of panties up over her knees and fitted
them tightly around her waist and crotch.
And the image in the mirror did not change. It
remained as emotionless as a tree.
She allowed her mother to brush her drying hair, not
even bothering to wince at the slight pain as the
brush pulled through the tangles….
And the image of the little girl standing in the
corner of the room behind her mother did not change.
She was still wearing the white dress, with the pink
piping…..smiling mischievously, holding the ragged
teddy bear and stroking it with her free hand. The
pink bow in her hair shone brightly in the bare light
of the bathroom, reflecting off the girls honey
colored hair with unnatural brilliance.
Macy stood in front of the mirror, watching the girl,
no emotion on her face whatsoever, and no indication
that there was another presence in the room besides
mother and child.
Caroline pulled two ponytails from Macys hair and
fastened them with bright blue ribbons, allowing them
to trail down to her shoulders.
Although Macy had no grasp of the concept, she was an
exceptionally beautiful child, and it was no wonder
her father was so taken by her the night before.
Caroline turned Macy away from the mirror and faced
her. She dabbed the childs face with a wash cloth and
kissed her on the forehead.
“Now, don’t you look pretty Macy? The prettiest
little girl in the world….?” She asked her cheerfully,
not really expecting an answer.
Macy fixed her mother with a flat stare, slowly raised
her arm, and pointed one finger in the direction of
the sink, where the little girl was standing only
moments before.
Caroline stared at her daughter, to stupefied to even
bother to look in the direction Macy was indicating.
This was the first sign of life her daughter had ever
given her in the way of communication.
“Girlie.” Macy said in a high pitched, childish
voice. Her expression remained as flat as the floor
she was standing upon.
Caroline was speechless…..she placed one hand to her
mouth and gasped.
Her little daughter had actually said something……the
first word she had ever uttered in her entire life.
“Macy……oh my lord….” Caroline breathed softly. She
mustered all of the strength her voice would allow and
prepared herself to call to her husband.
“Girlie……there.” Macy said in a flat, emotionless
voice.
Caroline drew in a deep breath, her heart quickened.
She began to feel faint, and she realized that it was
getting difficult to breathe.
Her daughter talked.
She actually talked!
“John..” She squeaked softly. “JOHN!” Her voice came
louder, high pitched and squealing, sounding more like
a small child in pain than an adult woman.
“JOHN, GET IN HERE!” She screamed frantically,
oblivious to the words Macy had actually said, it
didn’t matter to her, and the meaning of the words
escaped her….only the fact the child had spoken
registered in her mind, not WHAT she had spoken.
The sound of rapid footsteps on the wooden floor of
the hall could be heard as John sped to the aid of his
wife. The door flew open and he burst into the room,
his face livid with exertion and worry.
“What….?” He said, out of breath. “What’s wrong?”
Caroline was kneeling on the floor in front of Macy,
the child was still pointing in the direction of the
sink.….where the other girl no longer stood. Macy
hadn’t even flinched at the dramatic entrance of her
father, but instead, still fixed her mother with the
same emotionless, flat stare.
Caroline pulled her eyes away from Macy and looked up
at John. She stared at him incredulously.
She slowly pointed to the child.
“She talked.” She whispered. “She actually talked.”
“Oh…..?” John looked nervously at his daughter. He
couldn’t look her in the eye after what had happened
the night before. He wasn’t sure exactly how it had
come to pass, or if it really was a dream, but the
guilt lay heavy on his heart regardless of what it
was. He instead fixed her with a sideways glance.
“What did she say?” He breathed.
Suddenly Caroline realized the meaning of the words
Macy had spoken.
She looked at her daughter once again, who was still
pointing in the direction of the sink. She slowly
followed the childs finger.
There was, of course, nothing there.
“She said there was a girl there.” Caroline motioned
to the sink. “ ’Girlie…..there.’, she said. In fact,
she said it twice.” She looked up at John. “What the
hell is that supposed to mean?”
John glanced at the sink briefly and shrugged.
“Who cares? I’m just happy that she actually has the
ability to form words. At least it’s a start.”
Macy lowered her arm and looked up at her father.
John forced himself to look down at his daughter, for
his wifes sake…if he refused, Caroline might have
wondered why he was trying to avoid the childs gaze.
And within her eyes….beyond the childs flat stare…..he
saw……that the dream was not over.
Caroline looked from her husband to her daughter,
realizing that something had just passed between the
two, and wondering if there was a secret that lay
hidden from her.
“If you know something about this, tell me John….has
she ever done this before?” She asked him.
“No.” John said, still looking down at Macy. “She
hasn’t. This is the first I have heard of it, just
like you.”
Caroline stood, knowing that whatever had just
transpired would remain a mystery until John decided
to tell her……and it made her angry not knowing what it
was.
“I’m going to call Doctor Bloom, and tell him about
this.” She brushed past John and left the room,
leaving the two alone.
John stood where he was, still looking down at his
daughter.
She stared back at him, her face emotionless.
A secret…..oh yes, a secret…….
Macy smiled up at her father, and her eyes twinkled
with a spark of mischief…..then, as quickly as it
appeared…..it winked out, and the childs expression
returned once again to its emotionless, flat
expression.
She walked past him and left the bathroom.
Macy was in the back yard, among the overgrown garden.
Standing silently by the fence and watching the
movers as they hauled their belongings into the house.
In her hand, was a small red plastic shovel, at her
feet, a red bucket.
She had been standing there, unmoving, for over an
hour, in the sun, oblivious to the heat of the day as
it beat down upon her. If any had been watching her,
one would have thought she was a permanent structure
in the garden itself, an intricately carved statue
depicting a little girl, instead of an actual living,
breathing child.
There was a soft giggle from behind her, and over her
right shoulder.
Macy turned and looked in the direction of the sound.
A flash of white….and the quick darting glance of a
dress as the girl disappeared around the corner of the
hedge at the far end of the large yard.
Macy didn’t know what curiosity was, but she
understood some kind of basic concept that her childs
mind interpreted as the same.
She dropped the little shovel and walked woodenly in
the direction of the hedge.
Ignoring the high grass, and not really bothering to
look where she was going, she plowed through it and
walked behind the high bushes where she had seen the
girl disappear.
She stopped and looked at the emptiness of the small
path that led into the trees….there was not a soul in
sight….
Well, almost……
On the ground in front of her…..the teddy bear gazed
up at her, the now familiar smile embedded on its
face….it’s one lonely eye clouded yellow with age.
Macy looked down at the bear for a moment….then
reached down and picked it up.
She looked at it briefly, then her attention was
drawn to the path once more.
It was empty…..silent……unkempt and slightly overgrown.
No one had walked this way for a long time. Even in
her childs mind, she could tell this was a fact, and
it registered neatly.
Macy began to walk down the path.
She followed it until it reached the trees, a couple
hundred yards away from the house…..there she stopped.
She looked back at the house…and in her own way,
wondering if she should follow it any further..or
simply turn and walk back the way she had come.
Macy had no concept of danger, to her, there was no
such thing…only instances of indecision. She had no
way of realizing the dangers of a little girl in the
woods by herself, even so close to home. She didn’t
fear the woods, or the darkness, instead, she debated
the decision to leave a familiar place…..even if she
had only been there for a few hours.
She turned and entered the woods.
The small path led only a few dozen yards into the
trees, where it stopped at a small clearing. Sunlight
filtered in through the branches of the trees,
dappling the ground in constantly shifting patterns,
in time to the wind as it sighed through the loose
branches.
In the center of the clearing……was a small, flat
stone, that at one time….appeared as if it had been
standing upright. She walked over to it and looked
down.
There was no lettering on the stone, it’s gray, moldy
surface was blank and indescriptive.
She gazed down at it, her head cocked to one side……she
knelt down in front of it, her dress pulling up to her
knees and exposing the light blue panties she was
wearing underneath.
She ran her hand across the rough, damp surface…..and
wonder sparked briefly in her mind.
A soft, childish giggle behind her…..
Macy stood and turned, already knowing the source.
The little girl stood no more than ten feet behind
her, wearing the same dress….her pink bow in her hair.
She pointed to the teddy bear in Macys hand.
“Can I have Mr. Littles back?” Her voice was as soft
as a feather…..and not really….THERE…..as if it came
within a distant echo from a faraway place.
Macy looked down at the stuffed animal in her
hands….then back at the girl. After a few seconds,
she held the toy out to her.
The girl took the bear and hugged it tightly to her
chest….a wistful look on her face….only for a
second…then it was replaced once again by the same
look of mischief.
“What’s your name?” the child asked.
Macy was silent. She looked back at the girl
emotionlessly.
The girl shrugged. “Okay, that’s alright if you don’t
want to tell me, I understand.” Her voice was like
honey…..sweet and liquid.
“My name is Delia, do you want to play a game?”
Macy said nothing.
The girl shrugged once again and looked down at the
stone laying on the ground…..her features suddenly
changed to an expression of sadness when she did
that……something rippled across them….an emotion of
pain….regret……lost memories….all at the same instant.
Macy followed her gaze to the stone at her feet, and
glanced up at the girl in front of her.
“They used to come and take care of it……every day…they
would cut the grass, pull the weeds…make sure that the
stone never fell, never got dirty……..then suddenly,
they quit coming.” She looked up at Macy, tears in
her eyes. “Where did they go? Will they ever
return?”
Macy wasn’t quite sure what she was asking her…..but
she had an idea.
She shrugged, a blank look on her face.
The girl sighed wistfully, and looked down at the
stone once more.
She looked at it for a long time……then suddenly, her
face brightened and she looked up once again.
“Do you want to play a game? My daddy showed it to
me….” She grinned mischievously. “It’s fun….you and
your daddy played it last night.”
A spark of hope flicked across Macys face as she
understood instantly what the girl was suggesting.
But……at the same time, she also understood her daddy
wasn’t here…….how were they going to play the game?
The girl walked up and knelt down next to the stone.
She placed the toy gingerly next to it and lightly
traced the damp surface.
Then, she stood and held her hand out to Macy…..”Come
on, I got a secret place.”
Macy looked down at the girls hand for a moment, then
looked up at her face. She made no move to take it.
The girl shook her hand impatiently. “Come on, before
someone sees that you are gone.”
Slowly, Macy reached out and took the girls hand.
She allowed Delia to lead her past the clearing, into
a stand of trees on the other side, beyond it, to
another path that lay hidden. Delia pulled Macy along
the secret path for a little while, until it opened up
into another clearing. There, in the middle of it,
stood a small playhouse. An exact replica of the house
she had once lived in.
It was painted white with pink trim, the paint cracked
and faded with age. It was obvious the little
playhouse had been here for countless years, forgotten
and neglected.
Decomposition had set in and the floor inside was
pitted and beginning to collapse in places, Macy had
to carefully choose where to place her feet as she
stepped inside the small entrance.
She looked around…….and with no surprise whatsoever,
saw that there was a fresh set of blankets in the
corner, along with a few small pillows stacked neatly
next to it.
They seemed so out of place in here, contrasting
sharply with the ancient atmosphere of the
playhouse….yet, all the same…..it was obvious they
belonged here….and had been used before.
Delia stood in front of Macy and took both her hands
in her own. She kissed Macy on the forehead. "We can
play together, we don’t need any of our daddies to
help…..” She whispered softly….her face inches from
Macys own.
Macy could smell the rich sweetness all little girls
seem to exude, and wondered briefly if she had smelled
the same to her father the night before.
She watched as Delia knelt in front of her and pulled
her dress up. She felt the soft fingers of her small
hands as Delia lightly rubbed them against her waist,
across the thin waistband of her panties and down each
leg.
Delia looked up at Macy…..a look of desire on her
childish face.
Macy knew what she wanted, and wanted it
likewise…..but she was unsure…..and confusion began to
set in…..
Who was this child?
Delia looped her fingers into the waistband of Macys
panties, and slowly drew them down to her ankles.
She pulled her gaze away from Macy own and dipped her
head down to her crotch.
Macy felt the soft tongue as it lightly flicked the
moist lips of her sex and she gasped softly…slowly, it
traced the little furrow of her pussy, forcing itself
between the puffy lips..touching the soft inner folds
inside….
Macy took hold of her dress and closed her eyes. She
parted her legs a little, still standing, and allowed
Delia to kiss her little pussy.
Suddenly, Delia stood up, reached down, and lifted her
own dress up. Underneath, she was wearing a pair of
white cotton panties, more loose fitting than the ones
Macy was wearing, and with frills along the sides and
across her bottom.
Macy knew what the girl wanted, and knelt in front of
her, her own panties pooled around her ankles. She
took hold of the panties, and slowly slid them
down…exposing the little girls tender sex to the
afternoon air.
Delia sighed softly as Macy tested her tongue against
her flesh……she parted her legs as Macys inexperienced
tongue struggled to find a way between the soft outer
lips to the tiny little bud hidden within its folds.
Macy could taste the little girls sex now, and she ran
her tongue up and down the entire length of her slit
slowly…..
Delia pulled Macys head away from her crotch and
turned to the blankets in the corner. She pulled her
panties off and tossed them indifferently aside.
Then, she lay down upon the blankets, her back against
one of the small pillows, and spread her legs wide,
exposing her little pussy to Macy.
Macy knelt on the floor for a moment, her own panties
still wrapped around her ankles, looking at the girl,
and wondering vaguely whether or not she should be
doing this with a strange child….or at all for that
matter.
But Macy had no concept of morals, right or wrong, she
knew what had felt so good the night before, and
certainly wanted more.
She reached back, pulled her panties over her feet and
cast them aside. Then she shuffled over to Delia and
dipped her head into the little girls crotch.
Delia placed her hands on the back of Macys head and
pushed gently as Macy ran her tongue up and down her
sex. Her head went back and the child moaned in
forgotten pleasure….
It had been so long……oh….so long….Delia closed her
eyes and sighed softly as Macy began to pleasure her.
Macy ran her tongue roughly along the soft inner folds
of the girls sex, tasting the wetness, feeling the
tiny muscles contract each time she passed over the
tiny clit. She shoved her tongue as deeply as she
could inside the girls body, her mouth pressed firmly
against her hairless slit, sucking gently, and drawing
the folds of her pussy into her mouth.
Delia moaned loudly, and her bottom came up off the
blankets, pushing against Macys face as the little
girl tongued her. She locked her hands into Macys
hair and squeezed the other childs face between her
legs, as if trying to force the girls entire head into
her body.
Macy lapped up Delias wetness, running her tongue up
and down the entire length of the girls undeveloped
pussy, sucking greedily at the inner lips, pushing her
tongue as deep into the other girls body as she could.
She placed her hands on the girls buttocks and spread
them gently…then, remembering the pleasure she had
given herself the night before……she gently rubbed the
girls little anus with one finger…..probing,
pushing…..and slipping one of her fingers inside….
She pushed it in as deeply as she could into the
little girls body, up to the last knuckle…..and pulled
it out almost to the first one…..then, slowly began to
finger fuck the little girls bottom.
Delia cried out the moment Macys finger invaded her
bottom, and she pushed down suddenly, forcing even
more of the finger into her ass. She began to move in
rhythm to Macys strokes, at the same time, crushing
Macys face into her crotch..
Now…..Macy realized….that this girl was not really
here…..and that she more than likely occupied the tiny
grave in the clearing…..Macy knew that little stone
stood for a gravestone, abused and neglected for
possibly decades.
But she also understood the pleasure this girl was
giving her…..and accepted it as well.
She never once gave thought to the implications of
what she was doing……and who she was doing it to….the
girl appeared to Macy to be as alive as her father was
the night before, and Macy accepted that idea without
question.
Then……
Delia suddenly lifted her bottom off the blankets,
grinding her hairless pussy into Macys face….she
moaned loudly as Macy continued to lick her tongue up
and down the entire length of her it.
And suddenly Macy was alone…..laying face down on the
moldy blankets…her bottom high in the air and her
panties off and across the room of the little cottage.
Her hands were between her legs, and she had two
fingers shoved deep inside of her hairless pussy.
She was pistoning the fingers in and out as fast as
she dared….her face contorted with pleasure each time
she sunk them in to the last knuckle.
Then…..her body shuddered…..and her fingers were
suddenly much wetter….it was easier to slide them in
and out of her body…..she shoved another one in and
gasped as the three stretched the lips wider….she
pulled them out….then shoved them in as deep as she
could, shuddering in her intense orgasm…..
Then she lay still, her ass in the air, three fingers
shoved in her pussy…..and wondering what exactly had
just happened….
Where was the girl? Delia…..
Or…..had she even been there in the first place…….?
Macy rolled over on her back and stared at the light
as it filtered in through the ancient slats of the
roof….she sat up and looked around the tiny room.
She was alone…...completely….the silence in the
cottage carried almost a physical weight to it.
She had a new friend…..a ghost…..yet a friend who
could bring her pleasure……
But still…..Macy wanted more…..
She closed her eyes….concentrated, and sought out the
mind of one that might satisfy her desires…
Joey lifted the end of the chair and pulled it to the
edge of the Tommy-lift, getting it ready to
unload…..when suddenly….he had to pee.
Bad…..and he knew that he couldn’t wait.
He turned to his partner, who was busy unloading the
boxes in the back of the truck.
“Gotta take a break for a minute buddy…nature calls.”
His partner looked up briefly and nodded his head,
dismissing the teenager and turned his attention once
more to the boxes on the floor of the van.
Joey hopped out of the van and started walking towards
the house. He already knew where the restroom was, he
had just unloaded a few boxes there minutes ago….so
instruction was not needed.
He walked through the house, nodding and waving to the
young man and woman who lived there….entering the
hall…..and grasping the doorknob of the restroom….and
then suddenly finding himself standing in the woods….
He shook his head stupidly and looked around.
What the……?
How did he end up here?
In the distance, above the trees, the roof of the
house could be seen against the blue of the hot
afternoon sky, white clouds drifted lazily across his
field of vision….
He was in the back yard.
In front of him, a small, overgrown path led into the
trees, away from the house and deeper into the woods.
Joey had to go NOW…..his sudden appearance in the
woods behind the house partially forgotten….but still
puzzling his mind….he turned into the path quickly and
followed it.
When he came to a small clearing, he stopped and
unzipped his jeans….
And that is when he saw the small gravestone in the
middle, between the high grass.
A grave….here…..vaguely, he wondered if the new
residents knew about it…..
Then…..
He was standing next to a childs playhouse…..
He blinked…..and looked around…
What the hell is going on here………? Okay, that’s it….I
am NEVER trusting that asshole who gave me the last
baggie again…..I’m starting to have blackouts when I’m
sober….that’s not good…..
No……not good at all.
There was a sound inside the decrepit little building
next to him…..a soft sigh…..a shallow grunt….
Curious, Joey walked around it until he came to a
small window, free of glass, and open to the musky
smell of the ancient interior.
Slowly and cautiously, he peeked in.
And took a step back in shock…..
He stood there, the pressure to take a pee
forgotten….shock and confusion on his face.
At first he thought it was a small woman, naked and on
her knees, her ass high in the air, masturbating
feverishly……
Gotta be….
He stepped forward and peeked in again…..
What he saw was a small girl, no older than four
years, on her knees…her face hidden from him….her ass
was high in the air, three fingers plunged deep into
her little pussy, her grunts of pleasure soft in the
afternoon air. Her light blue dress was drawn up
against her back, and in the corner of the room, he
could see a small blue patch of cloth….her panties.
The girl was jacking herself off, pushing the fingers
deep inside her little body, defying logic..
This is impossible….little girls don’t do this, they
don’t have any idea what it is.
Fascinated, he watched as the little girl pulled her
fingers out of her hairless pussy and plunged them
back in again and again…sighing softly each time they
went in…he could see the wetness of her passion
glistening off her fingers, it ran in tiny rivulets
down her little legs. Her butt was wet and slippery
and he watched….licking his lips…as she pushed another
tiny finger into her little butt up to the second
knuckle.
And he realized…..this was turning him on…big time…
His erection pushed against his jeans uncomfortably,
stretching the front of his shorts and creating a
large lump in the crotch.
He rubbed his cock with his hand in time to the girls
thrusts…licking his lips and looking back the way he
had come….
When he turned back to the girl….he took a step back
in surprise.
She had turned over on her back…..she had her legs
spread wide open….two fingers spread the redness of
her sex, allowing him to see the heat of her passion.
She was looking directly at him….her face
expressionless.
As if he didn’t have a will of his own…no choice but
to obey….he turned and walked to the front of the
little playhouse….
He crawled inside and stood up on his knees in front
of the little girl…..
She looked up at him with a flat expression on her
face…..
Shaking….he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down
to his knees, shorts and all.
His erection sprang to attention like a soldier…..and
Macy looked at it briefly. She reached out and took
hold of it…..she squeezed it slightly.
When she did that Joey winced….and almost came all
over the little girls face as she bent down and took
his manhood as far into her mouth as she could manage.
Macy sucked as much of the boys cock into her mouth as
she could fit, without choking on it.…which was only
about half…..the other half, she wrapped her little
fingers around it and started jacking him off as she
sucked on him. She ran her tongue up and down the
sensitive flesh and tickled the head each time she
pulled a little off of him….the boy shuddered
violently each time…gasping…his breathing became
faster as she gave him the best blowjob he had ever
had….even his girlfriend didn’t compare to this.
Macy licked up and down the shaft with her tongue,
pausing to play with the little hole at the
tip….twiddling the opening suggestively……then
swallowing him all at once….
She did this for a full ten minutes….then suddenly
pulled off.
She looked up at him and pushed him away a
little……then she spread her legs, placed her fingers
on each side of her hairless slit and spread herself
wide open for him once again.
As if in a trance….Joey straddled the child….laying
over her, her face came to his chest. He grabbed hold
of her ankles and pulled them to her shoulders,
opening her wet pussy wider.
He held on to her ankles with one hand, much like her
father had done the night before…..and with other,
guided his seven inch cock to the entrance to her
little hole……he slipped the head up and down her
slit…..coating the end with her wetness…..pushing
against her tiny button at the top…..
Macy sighed and closed her eyes as he slipped the head
of his cock into her little pussy.
Joey pushed….and the first few inches slipped in.
Macys eyes flew open and widened as she felt the
thickness of the boys cock enter her body….much larger
than that of her fathers.
Joey pushed harder….relishing the unbelievable
tightness of the childs pussy….feeling the little
girls tiny muscles massaging the sensitive
skin…..slipping deeper into her body…..
Until he was in as deep as he could go….
Macy groaned loudly as she felt his pubic hair against
her crotch and the tip of his cock pushing against her
cervix.
Joey pulled out…..and began to fuck the little child
in long, slow strokes……sliding easily into her body.
He fucked her long and slow, relishing her little girl
pussy….never once giving thought to her age and
size….only savoring the feel of his cock deep inside
her little body.
He closed his eyes, held onto her ankles and lay on
top of her, her feet barely reaching his shoulders.
Macy began to rotate her ass in time to his slow
thrusts…moaning each time his cock went into her
body….through half open lids, she could see the boy
laying on top of her…she could smell his breath, his
sweat….and the heat of his desire.
He fucked the little girl, each time he pulled out, he
would thrust a little harder into her body….until, he
was pushing hard and long, panting heavily in the heat
of the day. Sweat rolled off his body and dribbled
onto the little girl below…
Their joining was slick and wet….combined with their
sweat and the wetness of Macys passion, Joey had no
trouble at all pushing his cock deep into the little
girls pussy.
Macy pushed against him, pulling her bottom off the
floor and forcing him to go even deeper into her
body…..Joey slammed his cock as deep as he could,
harder and harder with each inward thrust, until he
had slid the child up the moldy blankets and was
banging her little head softly against the wall of the
play house…..he rested his cheek against the old wood
above her, his eyes closed…as he commenced with the
best fuck he had ever had.
They went at in a frenzy….Macy pulling her legs up as
high as she could get them, allowing him to plunge his
dick deep into her. Each time his crotch slapped
against her own, she let out a little squeal of
pleasure.
Then suddenly…..Joey’s cock exploded deep within her
body in an orgasm so intense it was almost painful for
him…..he splashed his seed against the walls of the
child pussy, dribbling out around the edges, and
running down into the crack of her ass. In one final,
massive stroke, he buried his cock as far as he could
into the little girl…..then exhausted, collapsed over
her….breathing heavily.
At the same time Joey came…..Macy had her own powerful
threshold…..and her little body produced an orgasm so
powerful…..it left her weak and out of breath…..she
couldn’t struggle against the boy as he collapsed over
her…..and she lay there under him…...her breathing
ragged, her eyes closed…..relishing the dying embers
of their passion.
Joey opened his eyes and looked down at the child
under him.
“Who are you….?” He rasped…..he swallowed hard. He
knew the trouble he could get into if someone ever
found out this had happened.
Macy pushed against him….struggling weakly to get out
from under him…
Joey pulled his now flaccid and spent cock out of her
and rolled over……he covered his face with his hands
and looked through his fingers at the sunlight
filtering in through the broken slats of the roof.
What just happened…..?
He lifted his head and looked at the little girl…..she
had smoothed her dress out, and was sitting across
from him, eyeing him with a flat stare. Then…..she
got up and crawled over the old blankets to him…
She raised a little finger to his lips and traced the
outline of his mouth….and kissed him.
His mouth immediately opened up to the invasion of the
little girls tongue, and he accepted her sweetness.
They kissed for a few minutes…..then….abruptly…Macy
broke away and sat down in front of him. She looked
at him emotionlessly….
Joey swallowed hard and closed his eyes…….
And then suddenly someone was pounding on the door of
the restroom….
Joey opened his eyes and found himself staring at the
image in the mirror across from the toilet on which he
was sitting. The lid was down…..and he was fully
clothed.
Confused, disoriented and feeling…..strangely
violated….he stood up and answered the knock at the
door…..
In the playhouse…..Macy retrieved her panties after
the boy had left, and she sent him to where he had
originally intended to go in the first place….
She pulled them up her waist, wincing slightly as they
passed over the mound of her sore little pussy.
Her legs were still wet with their passion…..and her
socks were sticking to her body, there would be a few
questions from her mother if she didn’t get herself
cleaned up once she got back to the house……
Twice in less than a day…..vaguely, she wondered why
she didn’t hurt….and wasn’t sore hardly at all……
A question she could not answer…….
And a smile touched her lips once more…….she liked
this…..and she would have more…as much as she
wanted….when she wanted, now that she knew how to use
her powerful little gift..
Macy left the play house….
She walked back along the path towards the house. A
tiny girl, innocent, vulnerable in the woods.
She passed the gravestone and saw that the teddy bear
was still in place, right where Delia had placed it…..
But…..what she didn’t see, was that after she left the
clearing, and the soft sounds of her footsteps in the
brush faded…….
A shadow stood over the stuffed animal…..a small hand
appears and takes hold of the teddy bear……
And in taking it, the shadow moves away…..
And in the distance…...in the woods…….the soft, sweet
laughter of a child….
He had been watching her for over a week now. Since
seeing the child for the first time, he had wanted
her….needed her…to be his next one.
He brought the binoculars up and looked at the girl as
she played in the small yard that her father had
created a few days after their arrival. The small,
three foot fence enclosed an area of sufficient enough
size for her to be able to move around and remain
comfortable.
Not to mention, safe from strangers.
The man smiled behind the lens of the binoculars as he
thought that. Next to him, on the passenger seat of
the black van, was a small bottle of ether. Neatly
folded next to it was an equally small, white towel.
Safe….from strangers. He chuckled at the thought. Oh
yes, just how safe are you little girl? Certainly not
safe enough….at least, not from me….
He had been sitting in the same spot for a few days
now. At first, he had decided to move around a little
bit, in case any who might have seen him became
suspicious. But out here, in the middle of nowhere,
there was no one who seemed to care….or perhaps it was
because of the fact that no one had actually noticed
the strange van.
He pulled the binoculars away from his face, revealing
a broad forehead, crisscrossed with tiny scars….scars
from another world, one that he wished he would
forget. A sharp, well defined nose set in a stone
hard face. Bright, steel gray eyes that remained
constantly alert to the world around him.
He was a powerful man, with a powerful personality to
match. With the ability to be able to get what he
wanted, from whomever he chose. He had done this many
times, and with the trade he was now in…..it had made
him rich.
He pulled a cigarette from the pack that was nestled
in his shirt pocket and shoved it between his teeth.
>From the dashboard of the van, he produced a lighter
and flicked the lid up…still looking at the distant
child as she played in the yard.
A spark, and the flame touched the end of the
cigarette…he drew deeply of the smoke, his eyes still
trained on the girl in front of him.
She was a curiosity to him. He noticed she never
played like the other children he had encountered. In
fact, she didn’t appear to play at all, most of the
time, she simply stood there…..like a statue, staring
directly ahead…within her own little world. She was
as inanimate as a stone, and that made him happy…it
would make the job much easier.
He hated it when they screamed, even though it was
quite rare. Most of the time, he got them before they
could even figure out what had happened. And most of
the time they were much older than this one appeared
to be.
To him, children were merchandise, and those that were
as young and as beautiful as this one fetched a high
price. His customers would be highly pleased when
they saw her. He didn’t give a damn one way or the
other about the kids themselves, once they were out of
his possession, he washed his hands of their fate.
And he would wash his hands from the fate of this
child as well, just like he had done to all the
others. It didn’t matter to him what she would be
used for. What he saw through the binoculars, was not
a child playing serenely….but a large sum of money,
all he had to do was collect it.
As a matter of fact, he couldn’t stand the kids. They
were dirty, loud, they cried too much. And if you
didn’t give the brats what they wanted, they usually
screamed bloody murder….on top of being just a big
nuisance, he thought he was doing the world a service.
One less brat in the world. He puffed on the
cigarette and brought the eyepiece back up again.
The girl was standing in the yard, staring at
something on the ground. She stood there for so long,
that at first, he thought he might be mistaking her
for an elaborate lawn ornament. Then she moved
towards the object on the ground and bent down.
What she picked up was a large furry toy. Even from
the distance he was at, and through the eyeglasses, he
could tell that the toy was very old. Ratty and
dusty, the stuffing threatening to pull out of the
seams.
He shrugged. Figures. Kids carry shit around like
that forever, too bad she won’t be able to take it
with her tonight.
She stood up, looked down at the teddy bear in her
hands….and then looked up, directly at him.
He sucked in a breath and held it.
Did she spot me?
The girl gazed at him, or at least in his
direction…..it seemed….
She shaded her eyes and took a few steps forward,
towards the small line of trees where the van was
parked.
He pulled the binoculars away from his face and rubbed
his eyes.
She saw me.
No…that’s impossible, she can’t know you are even
here, no one can see that far. Much less a child.
She saw me.
NO.
He looked through the glasses once more.
The girl was still standing in the same place as
before, staring up in his direction.
Then….she waved……and beckoned to him.
He yanked the glasses so hard away from his face, that
they banged against the steering wheel.
What the fuck……?
Okay, calm down…that was coincidence, she was probably
motioning to someone else…..it just looked like it was
you.
Creepy little kid…
But…..
If that was the case….then why is the van door open?
He pulled his feet back inside, and slowly closed the
van door.
I was getting out……I don’t remember even opening the
door…but I must have.
Where was I going?
What the FUCK is going on here?
He didn’t remember opening the door….he didn’t
remember stepping on the running board, preparing to
leave the van.
Worst of all….he didn’t remember WHY he was doing
these things.
He looked over at the bottle of ether in the seat next
to him. He reached over and picked it up, checking
for leaks.
No, if that were leaking, I would be out cold…..I
wouldn’t be doing strange things that I don’t
remember.
He sighed and sat back in the seat. He closed his
eyes.
Too much coffee….gotta be a caffeine overload.
He brought his hands up to his face and rubbed his
temples.
Something touched his shoulder.
Softly, rubbing the fabric of his jacket.
He jerked his hands away and looked down.
Nothing.
A sound in the back of the van…a soft, sibilant
whisper….giggles…the laughter of a child.
He stood up and made his way to the short apron that
separated the front of the van from the back. He
yanked it aside.
And sitting on the bed, looking as innocent as
ever…..he saw the most beautiful child he had ever
seen.
There was a little girl sitting on the bed, her white
dress spread primly before her. Frilly pink lace
accented the high collar and borders of the skirt
itself. On her head, a large pink bow with a white
ribbon that flowed to her shoulders, mixed with the
luxurious golden blonde of her hair. Her face bore an
expression of pure innocence, and she gazed up at him
with eyes that would melt the heart of any grown
man….radiating with brilliance that went far beyond
life itself.
Hello Thomas. A voice, dripping with honey…..brimming
with sensuality….not a voice to be heard.
Thomas closed his eyes and shook his head…hard.
He closed them tightly and pressed his hands against
the closed lids, attempting to rid himself of the
image in front of him.
He sat on his haunches on the floorboard of the van
for long time, breathing heavily….then, after a time,
he opened his eyes.
The girl was still there, waiting patiently.
Don’t be afraid Thomas. A voice, not quite
there…..not in the physical sense, more like a whisper
in his mind. Like the tinkling of crystal chimes….the
music of angels.
He closed his eyes and shook his head once more….
This isn’t happening. He thought. I have to be
asleep.
No Thomas, I am real. The voice in his mind rang
softly.
“Wait a second.” He said suddenly, his hands out in
front of him. “Who the hell are you, and how did you
get in my truck?”
She smiled.
He reached over and flipped the latch on the sliding
door. With one large heave, he yanked it wide open.
It slid loudly on its track and banged against the
stopper.
He pointed out the door. “Get out kid.”
She glanced at the open door and said nothing. And
for the first time, he noticed what she had in her
lap…
The brown teddy bear wasn’t as ratty as it had seemed
through the glasses, and she clutched it to her belly
as if were made of gold. Missing an eye, threadbare
seams threatening to burst with the stuffing
inside…..it seemed to be grinning mischievously at
him.
He swallowed hard.
“Get out kid, before I drag you out.” There was less
force in his voice….and he found himself looking into
the childs eyes.
Her smile broadened…..and then she showed her teeth.
Perfect white, straight, the sweetest smile he had
ever seen.
Stop it.
He closed his eyes…..and when he opened them, he found
himself looking down at the bear…anything to keep his
gaze from the soft, seductive stare the child was
giving him. It made him…..uncomfortable.
Uncomfortable….hell, he was getting a hardon.
The girl couldn’t be any older than four, yet he
found, that for some reason, his body was responding
to her innocence and beauty. This was the first time
that this had ever happened to him…even with all the
children he had taken in the same van, he had never
had any feelings whatsoever for the little shits…
But now…..this was different.
“Do you want me Thomas?” She asked aloud for the first
time. Her voice was sweet and soft.
He looked her in the face quizzically. “How do you
know my name?” As the realization of this came to
him…his heart quickened…and he felt, for the first
time in a long time….the first twinge of fear as it
raced up his spine.
“Who are you?” He said loudly.
She looked over at the open door once again…and very
slowly, it slid back down the track on its own. It
closed with a solid click.
He watched this and felt the icy cold fingers of dread
work their way slowly from the base of his spine to
his shoulders.
“I am the one….Thomas.” She smiled sweetly. She
reached down with one hand and drew her dress up,
carefully placing the bear on the bed as she did.
She drew the dress up slowly, revealing the pinkish,
white flesh of her thighs and legs. Healthy and
slightly plump, they were exactly what one would
expect from a child her age. The dress continued up
until it the loose fitting panties she was wearing
underneath could be seen. Just the crotch area, and
the darkening spot of moisture growing slowly from the
heat of her sex.
“Do you want me Thomas?” She repeated softly, her
voice was like bells in his mind. “My name is Delia,
and I know what you need.”
He couldn’t take his eyes from the girl, his gaze
stayed riveted to the image of her covered sex right
in front of him.
“Forget about her Thomas, she can’t give you what I
can…..and what I offer is so much better….that I can
promise.”
He scooted forward slightly, not moving his gaze from
the girls panties. She reached down with one hand and
slowly pulled the crotch away from her flesh,
revealing the tiny, hairless slit underneath. The
lips were moist and full, pink and seductive. The
tiny button on top lay nestled between them, slightly
hidden. She spread them open with her hand, allowing
him full view of the pink inner folds of her childish
pussy…her forefinger began to massage the tiny clit,
producing moisture from within her body.
“You can have it Thomas…..but for a price….will you
pay the price I ask?” Her voice came to him from far
away, intoxicating, as if in another room…it was all
he heard. There was nothing else…..the van dropped
away, his reasons for being here seemed
insignificant....the child he had been watching no
longer interested him.
Without taking his eyes from the childs sex, he slowly
nodded his head.
Oh yes…anything…..I will do anything for a taste of
that. He thought incoherently. Jumbled and confused
his mind was……but about that, he didn’t notice. All
he noticed was the little girls pussy in front of his
face.
And then, his mouth was upon it…..his tongue probing
deep into her little body….the taste of her sex
filling his senses. He ran it up and down the entire
length of her perfectly hairless slit, lapping up the
sweet taste of her sweat, combined with the wetness of
her pussy. His tongue rimmed the edges of the lips,
delicately pulling the soft, inner folds of her little
cunt into his mouth. He suckled gently, and then
pushed his tongue as deep as he could into her body,
feeling the tiny muscles as they clenched it
tightly…..massaging the girls tiny hole.
He tongue fucked her, relishing the taste of
innocence……wanting more….
And then….he was on top of her, his shorts had
disappeared. Vaguely, he wondered what had happened,
but soon dismissed that when he realized what he was
doing. He watched, fascinated, as his cock entered
the child, the puffy lips of her undeveloped pussy
suckling greedily at the thick shaft as it slid easily
into her body. He watched as he slowly pulled
out….and then slammed it back in. The child was
moaning, her cries of passion filling the small space
of the van…ringing in his ears….filling him with a
primal need for more.
He fucked her hard, pushing against her body as hard
as he could, forcing the girl forward with each
powerful thrust. He pulled her legs up and placed
them against his chest, crushing her body under him.
His cock plunged in and out of her body like a piston,
causing little cries of pleasure to escape her with
each thrust in. Nothing mattered to him anymore, not
the child he was watching, not the money….not the
prospect of molesting a small child…of which he knew,
on a basic level, was quite possible.
But he didn’t care. All he wanted was to fuck her, as
hard and as long as possible.
He closed his eyes, and felt his cock as it slid in
and out of the girls tight, hairless pussy.
Oh, so tight, so virginal…….so real.
Or so he thought.
Then…his balls began to ache, and he knew the time was
near. He quickened his pace and slammed his cock into
the childs body even harder, reaching the threshold of
his passion. His cock swelled, and then.…he exploded
into the girl, and with one, final deep thrust…..he
buried his cock into the little girls body and groaned
loudly. Stream after stream of sperm shot into the
childs pussy, filling her, and leaking out around the
obscenely stretched pussy lips around his cock.
The child moaned loudly and arched her back under him,
pushing him up and causing his cock to push even
further in. She started to rotate her hips, sliding
back and forth on his cock by herself, fucking him.
He lay over her, watching as she fucked his cock,
seeing the product of his passion leak out and run
down to the tiny puckered hole of her ass.
Then….he had an idea….
He pulled his dick out and rubbed it slowly against
her asshole…
She smiled, her eyes closed. She arched her back up
slightly, indicating for him to go.
The head of his cock pushed softly against the childs
bottom….he tested it slowly, pushing gently….slipping
it inside. Lubrication from her pussy made it easy,
and he watched as the length of his dick slid into the
childs rectum.
She moaned loudly…..her eyes were shut tightly.
And he began to fuck her……slowly at first, then
speeding up. He felt the inner muscles of the girls
ass massaging the entire length of his cock……and it
drove him crazy.
They rutted like this for over half an hour, and if
one were to happen across the black van with no
windows, they would see it bouncing raggedly up and
down. And of course, they would know what was going
on….perhaps not the age of the participants, but the
basic idea.
He stopped finally, after what seemed like forever,
and lay back on the bed. Beside him, he could feel
the warmth of the girls body, and hear the soft sound
of her breathing as she lay next to him. A small
hand, attached to a small arm, draped itself across
his chest. He could hear her sigh contentedly…..and
he then placed his arm around her to hold her.
You have a serious problem here friend.
What the hell is the matter with you? Why would this
girl, as young as she is, turn you on like that? Why
should she appear so sexy to you?
And….oh GOD was she sexy….and a damn good lover as
well.
She shifted next to him and sat up.
“My price Thomas…..you are prepared to pay it?” She
asked him softly.
He looked at her for a moment, then sat up and
retrieved his shorts.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about kid, you asked
for it, not I.” He grunted as he pulled them on. He
looked down, away from the girl and started to sit up.
And noticed suddenly….that he wasn’t feeling her
warmth anymore…….in fact, her body had suddenly gone
ice cold.
He looked over at her.
Her basic looks hadn’t changed….but the expression on
her face had….
And beyond the childish beauty she had radiated
before…..was something….else.
As he watched……she….changed.
And deep inside…beyond her eyes….he saw her true
nature.
He scrambled off the bed and scooted quickly across
the floor of the van, watching with growing terror as
the child stood up.
Her face remained unchanged, sort of……beyond her eyes,
he saw the death and decay that proclaimed her true
visage.
This was not a child.
He wasn’t sure what it was, but it wasn’t even human.
Maybe at one time….but no longer.
The smell of the grave filled the small space of the
van as the childthing moved towards him.
It raised its hand and reached out to him….and he saw
the stark white of bone. Strips of decaying flesh
hung from it in tatters…..things….. moved across it’s
surface. The face rippled and changed….empty sockets
that held the darkness of eternity…..the smile of
death.
“Come to me Thomas.” A gravely voice, full of earth,
dripping with disease……no longer sweet and
intoxicating….. “I want you, pay your debt to me.
And I will pay you mine…..you have earned it.”
He screamed.
He turned and tried to reach the sliding door, open
the latch, and bolt out of the van. In his mind, he
did all these things…..but he never reached it.
Horror at the sight of the thing in front of him
filled his mind…..coupled with the realization of WHAT
he had actually done with it. Revulsion, the
sickening realization that he had, in many ways, just
committed necrophilia. His stomach twisted with
nausea.
“Come to me Thomas…..receive your reward, be a good
little boy and obey.” The thing moved in front of him
and placed its hands on either side of his face.
It turned his head so he was forced to look at it
directly. The strength in those dead fingers was
incredible…..they dug into his skull, drawing blood.
It ran down the sides of his face in rivulets,
collecting in his shirt collar….smearing across his
chest. The pain was unbearable.
At one time….he thought the thing might have actually
been a child, but no longer. It had been dead for
many decades…..and here it was…in his van.
And he had been having passionate sex with it.
There was no compassion in those empty sockets…..only
death….
He drew in a deep breath and prepared to give voice to
a scream of pure terror as the thing squeezed his
temples harder……and he produced only a whimper.
And the van began to shake and bounce…….and from the
outside, it might look as if there were two willing
participants inside……but this time….
Standing by the rear bumper, waiting patiently, was
Macy. Holding the teddy by one of its ragtag arms and
watching the van emotionlessly.
And when the screams started, she turned and walked
back to the house they way she had come, dragging the
stuffed animal behind her….
Macy sat on the hardwood floor of the living area and
stared at the mantle above the fireplace. Her father
sat in the chair across from her, reading a book…his
face hidden from her sight. Except for the reading
lamp next to Johns chair, the lights were off….the
only light came from the soft, flickering glow of the
flames in the fireplace.
Her mother was gone for most of the day, and the rest
of the night, off on her new job, the same job that
had brought the little family to this house in the
first place. They were alone.
Macy stared at the mantle, her toys lay forgotten on
the floor…they no longer interested her.
What did interest her….was the painting that lay on
top of the mantle…a depiction of a child who was
crying.
The bed was the same, the child in the same
position…..but no longer were the laughing eyes and
the beautiful smile.
In it’s place were tears, and a look of terror……as if
the child were waiting for the inevitable to happen.
Tears cascaded down her painted face, her bright eyes
looking fearfully at the painter….at something hidden
from view. Her mouth was contorted in a grimace of
pain…..childish fears awakening.
Macy cocked her head and gazed at the painting
curiously. In her own way, wondering why it would
change.
The child in the painting was, of course, Delia……and
she was obviously terrified of something.
Even stranger still……Macy knew her father could not
see the painting, else he would have taken it down.
It seemed out of place now…..in the living area….with
it’s comfortable furniture and fresh paintings on the
wall. Cheerful and quiet….more like a library than a
living area.
And the fire burned softly in the fireplace…..popping
and crackling, it filled the room with it’s warm glow
and soft heat.
Macy studied the painting……wondering…..thinking in her
strange way.
She turned to her father. Her mind went to him…..and
touched it easily.
He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, but did not put
the book he was reading down.
Macy sent him an image of the night they were first
here…….now three months distant.
Abruptly, he set the book down in his lap and stared
at her.
He looked at her for a long time…..sorrow on his
face…….yet deep within his mind, thoughts begin to
form on their own, without Macy’s intervention.
He sighed…..and rubbed his temples.
“Macy, I don’t know how you do that sweetie…..but it’s
wrong, we can’t……please stop it.” He asked her softly.
Macy didn’t move, she stared at her father without
emotion. Her face flickered softly in the firelight.
“You can’t keep doing this Macy…..” John said softly.
“And I have a feeling I’m not the only one you have
done it to.”
Macy was silent. She blinked, and within her dark
gaze……John thought he saw a look of slight confusion.
Perhaps he was getting through to her.
He didn’t understand it, and it seemed impossible….but
he feared that his little daughter had developed the
ability to control others through their thoughts….and
to command their wills.
It was fantastic, and incredibly unbelievable……but
there seemed to be no other explanation. The dream he
had the first night they were here…..Macy was directly
responsible…there was no doubt.
“Macy honey…..why do you do this?” He asked her. He
placed the book on the table next to him and crossed
his fingers over his lap. He studied her face
intently, looking for some sign of emotion…..perhaps
remorse, perhaps confusion……something to indicate
that she understood his questions.
Macy stared at him…..with the same flat stare that was
so characteristic of her.
Then…..she shrugged. She looked up at the mantle
above the fireplace….an expression that was almost
wistful passed across her face…then instantly
vanished. If one hadn’t been looking close enough…it
would have been missed.
John didn’t miss it. He saw it and his hear skipped a
beat…..
Just perhaps….I might be able to get through to her,
to get her to understand.
He followed her gaze to the empty mantle, wondering
what was so intriguing about it….nothing had been
placed on it since their arrival, and it had been
empty since they first moved in.
Macy stared at the painting…..she studied the ancient
face of the child….drank in her sadness…..and she
finally understood.
She looked back at her father and stood.
She was wearing a long nightgown that flowed down her
thin form to the floor, hiding her feet, and pooling
around her toes. It was white with bright pink
piping, and frilly flowers that adorned the chest and
long sleeved arms. Pink frills and laces ended at the
place where her tiny wrists poked out from the
sleeves, and around the tight collar. It was a winter
gown, one that her father had bought her months
before. And in her own way, Macy liked it a great
deal.
She stood in front of her father and looked him in the
face….and for the first time, her eyes were actually
full of sadness……a tear rolled down her cheek,
suspended on her chin and reflected the light of the
flames like a fiery gemstone.
As Macy looked up at her father, she began to cry.
Her hands remained limply at her sides……her body
quivered with tiny sobs, her lips quivering in
time……she began to feel childish fears.
Nightmares, and dreamscapes flowed through her little
mind….the monster in the closet, the boogyman under
the bed……the stranger on the street. Shadows and
whispers of the night…..childish screams and fears
that had remained unknown to her until now. The
scratch on the window….the gentle tapping of the
branch against the glass…..and the creak and moans of
the old house as it settled on it’s timbers……footsteps
in the attic, the mournful sigh of the wind against
the eaves.
All of this and more flowed through her mind and the
terror of the unknown…for the first time…caused Macy
to cringe at her fathers feet.
She looked up at him as he reached down and took his
little daughter in his arms. He held her tight,
soothing her….consoling her. Whispering softly in her
ear, the reassuring sound of his voice relaxing her
fears……changing them…….into something else.
Macy still had her powerful gift…..and yet, she chose
not use it.
Her breath became ragged….and she held her daddy
tightly. A wetness began to form in the secret place
between her legs……the place that was by far no longer
secret, or virginal.
She breathed in the scent of her fathers love….his
sweat, and she could feel the faint stirrings of his
desire. She closed her eyes. She would not force him
this time…it would be his decision entirely.
In a darkened corner of the room……as of yet, unseen by
the two. It’s face hidden from view, a dusty teddy
bear clutched to it’s chest…..rags that might have
resembled a dress at one time hung in tatters from
it’s bony frame……
It moved into the light….and changed suddenly.
And then John saw her….
“Daddy…” The little girl whispered….she looked
directly at John.
John swallowed hard….he looked down at Macy in his
arms. “Who is it?” He whispered to her. Although he
had suspected such……the same girl Macy had spoke of
months before.
Macy looked over at Delia…..she raised her hand slowly
and pointed at the child. “Delia. Girl.” Then she
looked at her father and what she said next sent
chills racing down his spine…..
“Dead. Ghost.” She said softly.
John flicked his gaze at the girl standing in front of
him. Instinctively he pulled his daughter next to him
and held her tightly. He closed his eyes and shook
his head….this is not happening…
But when he opened them once again…..nothing had
changed. The child was still there.
“Who are you.” He asked, his voice barely a
whisper…..he couldn’t believe this was happening….but
so many strange things had happened since they moved
to this house, it really didn’t surprise him.
“Daddy…?” The girl repeated…… “Can you play with me
Daddy? It’s been so lonely…so long….I miss you
Daddy…” The girls voice resounded throughout the
room, soft, sibilant…like the music of
bells…..twinkling angels….
Suddenly, she was the most beautiful child John had
ever seen……seductively sweet, innocence incarnate.
Her radiant hair….the softness of her lips….the beauty
of her eyes….
Oh, such a sweet little child…..the intoxicating sound
of her voice lifted his heart and mind with sexual
desire……
He had to have her.
Delia slowly placed the little teddy bear on the chair
she was standing next to, placed her hands on the hem
of her dress and began to pull it up…exposing the
loose fitting cotton panties she was wearing
underneath…..
“Daddy….” She whispered….her voice tinkling with
childish mischief. Her eyes flashed with a desire
unknown to any child of her age,
John was transfixed at the sight of the childs
panties…his gazed locked onto the small, growing
wetness of the crotch. He licked his lips and tried
to stand. He pulled Macy off his lap, ignoring her
silent protests.
Delia moved one hand to her crotch and pulled the
material aside, giving him full view of her tiny,
hairless slit…
She spread the lips of her little pussy wide, allowing
him full view of the rich, deep redness of her
childish sexuality. The tiny, puffy lips moist with
desire……the heat of her passion an almost physical
presence in the room.
He could smell her….the musky smell of sexual lust…..
He had to have it.
He was standing now….moving slowly towards the little
girl, mesmerized by the sight of her
nakedness…ignoring the frantic tugs on his arm as Macy
tried to keep him from moving towards her.
Macy, of course, was way to small and fragile to do
any good in the physical sense, and her warnings and
grunts of worry went unheeded. He walked towards the
other girl as if Macy weren’t even there…..just a
hindrance towards his goal….a little fly to be
swatted….a nuisance.
Wait….
He stopped.
Confusion and indecision crossed his features…..
Nuisance?
Macy was his daughter……..
A look of slight irritation crossed Delias features as
she realized what was happening….and she strengthened
her hold on John even more. She wiped his thoughts
clean and replaced them with her own…..Come to me…she
sang sweetly in his mind…….the chimes of bells, birds
in the middle of spring.
Then….Macy decided to take action. Realizing the
danger her father was in…she swatted the hold Delia
had on his mind away as easily as that of a
mosquito….she imagined a large hand against his chest,
and mentally pushed him as hard as she could away from
Delia..towards the chair.
John flew off his feet and struck the chair hard,
tipping it over, and landed next to it on his side….he
lay still, his breathing shallow.
Macy turned and faced Delia. For the first time
ever…..she felt savage fury flow through her veins.
Her eyes flashed dangerously towards the other child.
He’s mine. She directed the thought to her defiantly,
daring the other child to interfere.
Delia smiled sweetly…..her eyes twinkled
mischievously.
No my child…..as long as you are in my house, I will
get what I want.
We will see. Macy stood, her arms crossed across her
chest, a look of defiance on her face.
He’s not your Daddy….he’s MINE. She screamed it
mentally at Delia.
Delia flinched……
And then, she was gone…..
And the soft, sweet sound of her laughter filtered
through the house.
Oh yes….we shall see.
Once Delia was gone, Macy turned her attention to her
father. For the first time in her life, she felt what
concern actually was. She tried to turn him over, but
there wasn’t enough strength in her little frame to
accomplish it. She shook him, grunting audibly, she
was not able to form the words to express her
worries….she had never had a reason to do so.
John woke up quckly…..and rolled over to see his
daughter standing over him.
Oh god, what a dream…..
He covered his face with his hands and sat up, rubbing
his temples hard. His chest hurt terribly, as if
someone had hit him with a sledgehammer. Gingerly, he
rubbed the area between his nipples and winced.
What the hell happened?
He looked around him, dazed and disoriented……..then
slowly….it all started to filter back, piece by piece.
Macy sat on her knees next to him. It was strange to
see such a look of concern on her little face, it
seemed out of place somehow.
He looked at her questioningly.
“What…?” He started. Quickly, she placed a little
finger on his lips and shook her head. She traced the
outlines of his mouth, studying him intently. Slowly,
her little hand moved down to his chin…..to his chest,
where she gingerly explored the area where she had
pushed him.
And each place she touched him, the soreness
disappeared.
She looked him in the face once more…..then sat up on
her knees, bent over and hugged him tightly.
Macy started to cry once again.
John hugged his daughter back, feeling her body shake
with her sobs, feeling the wetness of her tears on his
shoulder. He pulled her face away, and looked deep
into her eyes.
And he saw undefiled love within her soul. A love for
him. He bent down and kissed his daughter full on the
lips. Drinking in the sweetness of her love, tasting
her breath…..crushing his lips against hers.
Macy responded likewise….she kissed him passionately
and long. Their tongues intertwining with each
other….probing deep into each others mouth.
Macy began to breath hard, and she could feel the
stirrings of passion deep within her body….similar to
before, except this time, it was genuine love for her
father, and she cherished it.
John was beginning to have similar feelings….and his
breathing became ragged and uneven as he kissed his
little girl wetly. He held her close to him, feeling
the frailty of her body, the heat of her sexuality.
He held her tightly, and with their mouths still
locked together, he stood and carried her to the
hearth in front of the fireplace, where a large, plush
rug had been set down. Gently, he set her down on the
floor, and sat next to her, still kissing her.
They kissed for a long time, each of them getting more
and more passionate. They began to explore each
others bodies, Macy tugging at the waistband of his
jeans, unzipping them, her little hands attempting to
pull them down.
John ran his hands up the length of her covered legs,
to her little bottom….there he clutched it tightly,
squeezing and kneading her buttocks through the thin
little nightie. He knew he could have sex with the
child safely, without hurting her….he knew because it
had already happened…but unlike last time, he could
see that Macy was not pushing him into it, she was
leaving it up to him to proceed. And unlike last
time, he was completely willing to do so on his own.
He loved this child with all his heart, and now he
realized, that he and her could have a special
relationship….father and daughter…..unlike any other.
His hands went to the hem of her nightie, and he
started to pull it up her legs. Between kisses, Macy
sighed softly and shifted slightly to allow him to get
it past her knees…..until it was up to her waist,
above the thin elastic of her panties.
He pushed his hands under the fabric of her panties
and touched the smooth flesh of her bare buttocks. He
kneaded them slowly, pulling them apart….massaging her
bare flesh. One in each palm..squeezing them softly
and tenderly.
Macy spread her legs and sighed softly…….
John moved his probing fingers down between the crack
of her ass and rubbed the tiny puckered opening of her
little anus, lubricating it with the wetness of her
crotch….tenderly probing the outer ring…..slipping a
finger slowly inside.
Macy gasped with obvious pleasure as his finger
invaded her body and reached down to pull her panties
off. John helped her with his free hand, still
crushing his mouth against hers, and his finger still
in her little ass. Since Macy was so short, he was
able to get them down to her ankles, where she kicked
them off with her feet, and spread her legs wide.
John started to finger her little bottom
slowly….deeply…..
Macy moaned loudly, her little face covered in sweat,
glimmering in the fire….her dark hair sticking to her
face….her eyes were closed in passion
She was beautiful….
Her hands started fumbling with the clasp on his pants
once more, trying desperately to get them off.
He pulled his finger out of her, pulled his mouth away
from hers and gently moved her aside as he sat up. He
pulled his pants down and off, shorts and all.
His erection was large, not huge, but big for him……and
he felt a little proud of the fact that he could
actually give it all to her, and satisfy her.
Macy reached over tentatively and touched it with her
fingers. It jerked slightly and bobbed.
She stared at it for a moment, then she got up on her
knees, just the right height for it to be directly in
her face. She took hold of it in both of her little
hands and looked up at her father.
John smiled……and left it up to her to decide what to
do.
Macy smiled back, and then bent forward and took him
in her mouth.
She slid as much of his shaft as she could into her
mouth……which actually, was almost all of it. Her
inexperienced tongue sent shivers of static through
his body as it tickled the sensitive underside each
time she slid up.
She sucked hard on his cock, trying her best to make
him feel as good as possible….love flowed through her
heart as she did this, and she finally understood what
it actually meant. And did she love her daddy…..oh
yes….and she wanted to show him in her own way.
She stuffed as much of his manhood as she could into
her mouth and tried to satisfy him as much as she
could….
And when she felt him stiffen, his cock swelled and
grew hot in her mouth….she tightened her grip on it
with her little lips.
John grunted and closed his eyes, he pistoned his cock
in and out of his daughters little mouth slowly, even
though he wanted to speed up…..he didn’t want to scare
her, or hurt her. And then…he felt the first fire of
his impending orgasm. He grabbed her head and began
to slide it up and down the entire length of his shaft
rapidly, burying it as deep as he could inside her
mouth, ignoring her grunts each time the head slammed
against the back of her throat.
His cock swelled, and he could feel the fire as it
raced through his balls and exploded in her mouth.
Macy held on with her mouth as tightly as she could,
swallowing rapidly, feeling the heat of his sperm
splash against her tongue….against the inside of her
mouth, between her teeth.
John let go with an orgasm that was so powerful, it
was almost painful…..and he emptied his balls inside
the childs mouth.
Come dribbled out from between Macys lips as she tried
to swallow as much as she could. It worked it’s way
down her chin, hanging suspended for a moment before
spattering to the thick carpet under them. As the
last vestiges of his orgasm began to die away, Macy
sucked greedily on his cock, milking it dry.
John pulled her face away from his cock and looked
into her eyes…..and as she looked up into his own
eyes…he saw desire…..love, and sexual passion. She
wiped her chin and smiled up at him…..innocent and
beautiful. And deep in her eyes…he saw something he
had never seen his little daughter ever feel….a want
that he never realized she had the ability to feel.
And she looked up at him….small, frail…..yet more
powerful than any single person John had ever met.
He laid down and pulled her to him. She lay down on
top of him, her head resting on his chest.
He could feel the wet heat of her bare pussy on his
softening cock…..and the feel of that tender place
caused his sex to come to attention once more.
Macy began to rub her pussy up and down the length of
his shaft, lubricating it, stimulating it once
more….until it was rock hard.
She moaned and her little hand went between them. He
felt her fingers on her crown of his cock as she
guided it to the entrance of her little hole. She
rubbed the head of his cock up and down the fiery
wetness of her entire slit…..pushing it gently against
the tiny little hole at the base, her wetness soaking
him…..slippery…and then slowly inserting the head of
his cock inside her body.
Macy moaned, her eyes closed….her mouth in a little
‘O’ of desire. She slid down his body a
little….slipping him in even further.
John grabbed hold of her knees and pulled them to him,
forcing her pussy further down on his cock.
Then, he pushed up slowly……sliding the entire length
of his cock inside his daughters pussy.
They sighed in unison. Father and child…..and John
began to fuck his daughter in long, slow strokes.
Her little bottom rose up and down as she rode the
length of his cock in it’s entirety…..slipping it deep
inside her body.
In the firelight, their sweat stood out like jewels on
their unmatched bodies….intertwining, one with
another. The room was filled with the soft sounds of
their sex as father and child formed a union between
each other.
And John fucked his daughter for over an hour in that
manner….both of them moaning and grunting….their
movements becoming faster, Macy feverishly sliding up
and down the length of her fathers cock….the hairless
lips of her pussy sucking greedily on the shaft as it
plunged deep inside her four year old body.
John held her tightly and rolled over….she was now
under him. He held her legs up by the ankles and
folded them over on each side of her head. Her heels
pressed against the hairs of his chest as he crushed
her tiny body beneath him. He placed his hands on
either side of her head and pumped as hard as he
could, shoving his cock into her body deep and
fast…..hearing her grunts of pure pleasure….watching
delightedly at the rapturous expression on her face.
Her mouth open slightly, her eyes closed….and her
little tongue poking out between her teeth. Her soft
squeals of pleasure each time his cock sank inside
her…..all of which prompted him to fuck her even
harder.
And oh….so tight….her child pussy massaged the
sensitive flesh of his cock each time he thrust into
her…he could feel her wetness, and the heat of her
undeveloped cunt.
The ripples of her pleasure….her tiny muscles
tightening on the shaft as he pulled almost completely
out of her, and then slammed it in again. He could
feel her bare flesh against his belly……slick and hot
from both of their come.
And Macy could feel the hairs of his crotch tickle the
lips of her hairless pussy each time he thrust into
her….she could feel the length of his shaft as it
stretched the walls of her little tunnel and pushed
against her cervix. She felt completely full of him,
satisfied and very happy….electricity ran through her
little body each time he backed out, and then a jolt
sizzled from her crotch…cascading from her toes to the
top of her head each time he thrust it in….grunts of
animal lust escaped her lips as she accepted her
fathers cock into her body…
She pushed her bottom up, keeping in time to his
powerful thrusts, trying to force him deeper into her
little body. John understood what she was trying to
do, and pushed her legs even further over her head,
turning her pussy up at a higher angle…….his cock sank
even deeper.
Macy cried out…as she began to feel an orgasm so
powerful, it almost scared her…her body shook, her
pussy becoming soaked with wetness, leaking out from
between the obscenely stretched lips and running down
the crack of her ass….mixing with her sweat.
John felt her coming, her little cunt suddenly became
unbelievably tight, and he felt his own orgasm
sizzling it’s way down his shaft. He shoved as hard
as he dared into the childs body, burying the shaft to
the hilt, as if he were trying to force his balls in
as well……and he filled his little daughter with the
most powerful orgasm he had ever felt in his life.
Jet after jet of sperm shot into the little girl,
filling her womb, causing her cry to mix with that of
his own. He emptied himself deep inside the
child…..the orgasm seeming to never end…
And then finally, when it did….he collapsed over his
daughter, exhausted. Her harsh breathing mixed with
his own…
Macy lay under him. She was too little to try and
push him off….and besides, she didn’t want to. The
feel of his cock inside her pussy, shrinking
slowly….was wonderful….
And she felt so happy…so alive….so free.
She kissed the soft hairs on his chest and snuggled
her face in them…smelling the musky odor of his sweat,
knowing it was because of her that he was sweaty.
“I love you daddy.” She said softly……
Her eyes flicked up past his shoulders to the
mantle…….and the ancient painting was gone, as if it
had never been there.
And they fell asleep by the fire…..the soft glow
reflecting off the sweaty sheen of their
bodies….father and daughter.
Lovers.
And in a darkened corner of the room….away from the
protection of the fire….Delia stood in the
shadows…..her eyes flashed in anger.
She turned towards a certain place in the wall……and
disappeared.
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