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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Lil Orphan Mandie (Mf, reluc, ped, oral, anal) by Gungadick (yataala@aol.com) *** A tragedy leads to taboo sexual discoveries when a cop takes his work home with him. *** I was cooling my heels and waiting for the clock to strike five before punching out and going home. There was something to say about working 'Juvie', you always went home early, or at least on time. It was Friday and I was the last 'badge' left in the office. The rest of the uniformed officers had played the seniority card and left at four. The handful of civilian case workers and secretaries knew better than to bother with me and they gave me surreptitious glances as I sat back in the old wooden swivel chair and plopped my feet down on top of the desk. There was a dark cloud over my head and even the younger women, who had been shameless in their flirtatious behavior, were staying away. Not only was I stuck in Juvenile Detention/Family Services while serving out my probation for striking a reporter, but these other assholes were lording it over me. I'd been eleven years on the force and the last three of those as Detective Second in Robbery/Homicide. I was on the fast track and everyone knew it. I was still young enough to qualify, and I had enough time in grade and service, to apply for the Lieutenant's exam, but now there was this little wrinkle. I'd punched a television reporter. Worse than that, I'd done it while the camera was running. The guy deserved it; everyone agreed on that point, even his bosses at Channel Seven had sent the PD an apology, but I had lost my cool and had to be punished for it. We had been in foot pursuit of an armed robber, who had been identified as the same man that had robbed a dozen other convenience stores in the last month. He was violent and had put several people in the hospital. The news van had picked up the pursuit on its police scanner and had careened onto the scene. My partner and I were about fifty feet behind the perp and we were gaining. We were stomping down an alley way, heading for a surface street that the perp had just crossed and he was winging it down the continuation of the alley way. The news van had come to a screeching halt at the mouth of the alley and blocked our way. It had happened so quickly that my partner had bounced off the side of the van and fallen down. I had banged onto the side of the van and yelled, "Move! Move! Get out of the Way!" There was the sound of a door sliding open and then the van backed up. I made a step to continue the pursuit, but came face to face with the reporter and cameraman. "Officer," the newsman had shouted at me, "can you tell us if this is the notorious 'Candy Bandit' that you are pursuing?" I had been so stunned that I had just gawped at him for a second. The media had started calling this guy the 'Candy Bandit' when it was found out that he always grabbed a handful of candy bars along with the cash. A sure sign of an addict. I was stuck in place and couldn't get around the news team without shoving through them. I figured the perp was long gone and when I looked down the opposite alleyway, I was stunned to see the perp assuming a two handed firing stance and aiming our way. "Get out of the way," I screamed as I brought up my 'nine'. The newsman's eyes had bugged out and he had yelled, "What? Are you gonna shoot us?" His answer came in the form of a nine millimeter slug whizzing past his left ear and ricocheting off a brick wall. I had shoved him out of the way and snapped off a shot of my own, which surprisingly struck the perp in the right shoulder and knocked him onto his ass. I was probably more surprised than anyone that I had actually hit him. Actually hitting anything at a hundred feet with a handgun is a lot more difficult than television will lead you to believe. I had helped my partner to his feet and we'd radioed for help and an ambulance. We cautiously approached the suspect and found him struggling to stem the flow of blood coming from a hole high up near his clavicle. He spat curses at us as we kicked away his gun and put him in cuffs. The news team was 'johny on the spot' and the newsman kept up a running commentary, trying to get the wounded perp to identify himself and telling the viewing audience that he thought they had just seen the use of excessive force. I had asked them to move to the mouth of the alley, but they hadn't budged. I had asked them again and the newsman had stuck the microphone in my face and asked me for my name and badge number. "All right," I had finally said, "that's it. Move to the head of the alley or I'm going to arrest you for hindrance." The guy apparently started thinking 'Pulitzer' and stood his ground. I had raised my arms horizontal to the ground and started moving forward and bumping into him as though I was pushing back a crowd. He tried hard to hold his ground, but he was smart enough not to push back. His foot struck a rock or something and he slipped and fell to the ground. He'd jumped right back up and started yelling lawsuit. Then he said the magic words. He called me a bad cop. He said I was just like all those guys in L.A., who were beating up minorities and taking money for bribes and working with the gang bangers. I'd reached my breaking point and figured in for a penny, in for a pound; and I'd hauled off and cold cocked the bastard. He went down like a house of cards and lie in the dirt and grime of the alleyway. Not a hair out of place. Adding insult to injury, I had rolled him onto his side and using a pair of nylon cuffs, I tied his hands behind his back. I had stood up and faced the camera and picked up the mike. "Failure to comply with a lawful order," I had said, speaking evenly and then tossed the mike onto the ground. "What about you?" I had asked the cameraman and he had seen the light and moved back to the news van. The next hour was pretty much a blur. Ambulances, prowl cars, news vans, and all manner of other vehicles and pedestrians started pulling up to the scene. The perp was trundled into an ambulance and taken away. The entire time, people were just casually walking around the prone figure of the newsman. He had gotten to a sitting position after a while, but he was still a little groggy and couldn't find his feet. I had a couple of uniforms load him into the back of their radio car to await transportation. I was going to press the charges. Suddenly, I had found my field of vision being filled by my captain. He didn't look happy. "Well, Wild Bill," he had said, "do you know where I was about three hours ago?" "No, sir," I had answered, knowing whatever I said would be wrong anyway. "I was sitting in the chief's office with all the other division captains, trying to stay awake for our monthly budget meeting." "Yes, sir," I had said, knowing there was more coming. "That sweet little secretary of the chief's. You know who I mean don't you Bill?" He had asked. "Uh... you mean Emily, captain?" I had asked. "That's right. Emily! I remember you'd been boffing her for a while hadn't you, Bill?" "We dated for a bit, sir," I answered, wishing he'd get to the point. "Well. Sweet little Emily followed that great set of lungs into the chief's office and told him that there was live coverage of a couple of officers in foot pursuit of the 'Candy Bandit' on television. So! The chief had her turn on the set in his office and we all watched the chopper footage of my two very best detectives humping down these alleys, jumping over fences, avoiding traffic, dogs, and all kinds of ne'er-do-wells. Just like in the fucking movies." At this point he paused and made a motion as though wiping away a tear. "It made my heart proud." " But then," he suddenly added with a little animation in his face, "the news switched over to this pansy assed mother fucker who was reporting in from the ground and we were all surprised to see Officer 'Wild Bill' Madison pointing a nine millimeter Glock at the viewing audience. Well, I can say we were all relieved when it turned out you were simply returning fire and actually managed to hit that piece of shit from about a hundred feet off." "Hell of a shot! Wasn't it, Captain?" My partner said from behind the Captain's left shoulder. The Captain had turned and burned a hole into Frank, who had slinked away. "Yes, sir," I had said, but didn't know why. "I tell you, it was pure 'D' magic," the Captain continued, "I mean, everybody was shaking my hand and the chief was patting me on the back and then you had to go and fuck it up, didn't you?" "I guess so, Captain," I had said, figuring anything else would only piss him off. "Now, I don't really give a shit that you bent that asshole's beak a little. He had it coming. We all saw that, but TO DO IT ON FUCKING LIVE TELEVISION IS THE STUPIDEST FUCKING THING ANY OF US HAVE SEEN SINCE NIXON ERASED THE FUCKING TAPES." I had winced a little as he yelled the last part, but being who I am, I had to ask. "What about the part where I said, 'failure to comply with a..." That's as far as I got, because the chief's face turned a bright red and his eyes a deep black. He had spun around and stomped away. Frank had come up and draped a hand across my shoulders. "Well, son," he had said, "what's it gonna be? Traffic or meters?" I'd looked over right then to where the news man sat in the back of the cop car and seen him looking my way and smiling. I'd made a move for my gun and seen his eyes pop wide open as his face had slid below window level. So, that's how I wound up being blackballed all the way down to Juvie for three months probation. I guess they had enough meter maids. I'd been a minor celebrity for about a week and the footage of the arrest and the following uh... confrontation had even made it onto national news, which had caused me to get a ton of calls from long lost friends and all of my relatives. My dad thought the whole thing was a kick in the pants and he laughed and shook his head every time he saw me. He was still on the force and was getting ready to pull the pin at the age of fifty-five. On the upside, every cop groupie in town wanted to suck my dick, and I hadn't had to buy a drink for a week. I'd even met that sexy little news anchor at Channel Seven when I'd gone over to do my on air apology to the little asshole for my 'acting out in the heat of the moment.' The little faggot had been wearing about a yard of tape and a pound of gauze on his shnoz. I'd been shaking hands all around when I felt a piece of paper being pressed into my palm and looked up to find the doe-eyed Eurasian anchor giving me a wink. I'd unfolded the paper later and found a phone number and the words, 'phone me, if you're single' scribbled on it in pink ink. I had, and we did, and we would again. Soon. So, I was lamenting my wounded pride and watching the clock do its slow march to freedom when the phone rang. I glanced over and then took my feet down off the desk and grabbed for the 'blower'. The light for line four had been blinking, which meant that we were getting a call from dispatch. Something I hadn't seen happen in the two weeks I'd been there. I was sort of hoping it was a family dispute so that I could maybe get a chance to pop some fat asshole in the face for beating his wife or his kids. A familiar voice told me that they had a 'see the man' call and I'd asked why the hell they were calling juvie. The dispatch sergeant had laughed when he realized who he was talking to and told me because it had to do with an abandoned child. I told him I was alone and to feed the call to someone else, but he said I was the only unit available and that I was expected to respond. I cursed and wrote down the address. I looked at the clock as I walked out. It was 4:59. I grabbed a set of keys and went down to the garage to find something to fit them. I got into the old beat up Ford Escort without lights and siren and drove out to respond. I pulled up to the house. It was one of those in a mixed neighborhood where you know the couple are retired. Everything was neatly trimmed and painted. Little dwarfs leaned over mushrooms like they were trying to hump them and an assortment of other little sculptures decorated the yard. It was like a miniature fun forest without the miniature screaming kids. The door opened as I pulled out and a heavyset old geezer came huffing out. He had a nervous habit of pulling up on his trousers as though they were about to fall down, but I don't know how since he was wearing suspenders and a belt. There was a four-inch gap between the pants and his shoes and I could see he was wearing support hose. He was smiling and pleasant and offered me his hand. I shook and introduced myself then asked where the child was. Well, he wasn't going to give in that easy. He had to tell me the entire story from beginning to end. It seemed that about four days prior he had gotten up to find the lid taken off his garbage can and a lot of the trash strewn about. His neighbor had had the same thing happen. They thought it was raccoons again, but if it was, they had been awfully quiet. The next day, the same thing happened, so Mr. Krupnik had stayed up late and listened, but hadn't heard anything the following night. The next day, the cans had been opened again. On the fourth night, he had stayed up and sat by the back door. He'd heard a slight rattle and had turned on the back porch light and had been surprised to see a small child rooting through his garbage. The child had run off and Krupnik had stopped to pull on some pants and put on some shoes so by the time he got outside there was no trace of her. He led me around to the back of his house and I saw that all the houses on this side of the street backed onto one of the county's emergency storm drains. Large waterways and tunnels like you'd seen on Terminator II. Krupnik told me he had seen little footprints in the dirt and had followed them to where there was a hole in the fence, which the county hadn't fixed, even though he had called them about it years ago. He said he had looked down into the cement basin and a movement had caught his eye. A small child had been standing in the mouth of one of the overflow pipes and had disappeared inside when she'd been spotted. He said he'd been watching the pipe ever since he'd called and unless she'd snuck out while we were talking, the child should still be in there. I thanked him and slid and shimmied down the grass verge and then the slanting cement wall. I'd crossed about forty feet up from the overflow pipe and hugged the wall as I approached. I tried not to make any noise and grabbed my four cell flash off of my Sam Browne and illuminated the interior of the cement culvert. My actions were greeted by a small shriek and I'd found myself looking into the wild and frightened eyes of a child. She had backed away from me, but there was a grate about four feet in and she could go no further. I crouched in the opening of the pipe so that she could see my uniform and tried to coax her out. I didn't want to traumatize her. "Hi! Sweetheart," I said, modulating my tone to soften it, "what are you doing in there? Have you lost your mommy?" Nothing. "Can you tell me your name?" Nada. "I'm Bill. My friends call me 'Wild Bill'. You can call me Wild Bill too, if you want. What's your name?" This time there came a tiny murmur. "I'm sorry, sweetie, but I didn't hear you. Did you say 'a man'?" "Amanda!" She said with a little more 'oomph' to it this time. "Amanda!" I repeated. "What a pretty name. I bet you're a pretty girl too. Why don't you come out so I can see you?" "Mommy told me to stay inside," was her reply. "Mommy did? Well, she wanted to make sure you were safe, but you won't be any safer than with me. See, I'm a policeman," I had said in a singsong fashion. "Mommy hates the policemen," she said. "She does?" I asked with a laugh, but inside I realized that my task had just gotten that much harder. "Where is your mommy? She hasn't been back for a long time has she?" "Mommy said for me to wait here and not talk to anybody," Amanda said and I thought I heard a tear in her voice. "Where did your mommy go, Amanda?" "She went with the bad man," Amanda said. "Do you know which bad man she went with, Amanda?" "Lex," she whispered. "Lex?" I repeated and thought for a second. "You mean Lexington? Is the bad man really tall and have red hair?" "Uh hun," Amanda whispered. Lexington Rowls was a crack dealer who ran a string of 'hos' on the side. Vice and Narco had been trying to nail his ass for a long time, but he was an intelligent man. I asked Amanda where her mother had gone with the bad man and she told me that they had climbed up the bank next to the drain pipe. She said she'd heard a loud bang and then a car had gone away. I shuddered with a premonition and told Amanda not to go anywhere and I stood up. She had whispered a tiny 'okay'. I looked over across the way and saw Mr. Krupnik with another old geezer and I yelled out to them. "Mr. Krupnik. You remember hearing any gun shots in the last week or so?" "I called you guys about that last Saturday. Didn't they tell you?" He yelled back and then went into a fit of smokers cough. The other old geezer yelled back. "Is the child okay? She hasn't been shot has she? You want us to come down and help?" "You gentleman stay right there okay. I may need you to do something else." I scrambled up the side of the drain and pushed my way through some thick bushes. I came out onto a dirt road. It was probably a county maintenance road. I sniffed the air and smelled the stench of rotting garbage. Or was it? I followed the smell and as I got closer I could hear the buzzing of blue bottle flies. I knew what I was going to find and steeled myself for the sight. I parted some bushes and found Amanda's mother. She was lying face down in the dirt and a large black stain radiated out from around her head. There was a small hole in the base of her neck where the bullet had gone in and I could tell from the matter lying around that most of her face was probably blown away. I backed out and fought the urge to vomit. I walked far enough away so that the sound of buzzing and the putrid smell were no longer in evidence and took in some deep breaths. I went through the bushes again and skidded down the side of the drainage ditch. I looked up and my two cohorts were still watching me. "Mr. Krupnik could you call 911 and tell them that officer Madison reports a dead body on the county access road back here and tell them how to find it. Tell them they need to send someone from homicide over." "Jesus! Did you hear what he said?" Krupnik's friend asked him and they had moved away as quickly as their tired old legs could carry them. I could hear the other geezer's voice recede as he kept repeating, "Jesus Almighty a dead body! Jesus Almighty! Jesus Almighty!" I went back to the culvert and looked inside. The light reflected off of Amanda's eyes and they looked as though they were just floating in mid air. "Amanda," I said gently, "why don't you come out sweetie and I'll get you something to eat. How about McDonald's?" "Could I get a friendly meal?" Her teary voice asked. "Yes, sweetie. You can get a friendly meal," I had replied and my heart had made a little flip in my chest. She knew that what I'd found was bad news, but neither of us said anything about it. I waited and then a slight rustling told me she was coming out. I backed up a little so as not to scare her, but stayed down at her level. She came out into the daylight and my heart was torn from my chest. Her hair was all matted down. Her tears made streaks in the layers of dirt caked onto her small cheeks. Her eyes seemed abnormally blue as they peered out from amongst all the grime. Her dress was so gray with dirt that I couldn't tell what color it was supposed to be. There was a fresh scab on her right knee where she had probably scraped it on the cement and she was barefoot. I held out my hand and smiled at her. She hesitated for a long time before putting her small hand into mine. She couldn't have been any older than five or six, but she was so thin that she could have passed for four. I held her hand and we crossed the flood drain and I carried her up the other side. Mr. Krupnik and his crony came around the side of his house just as we were walking into his yard and Amanda buried her face into my shoulder. "By God!" He half shouted. "What did I tell you Wilbur. I told you I saw a little girl over there!" "You sure did, Charlie," Wilbur agreed. "You sure did." Charlie would be cock of the walk for a while as he related the story to all of his other geezer friends. The back door to his house opened up and a skinny little old woman looked out at us. "Oh my Lord!" She said when she saw Amanda. "That poor little girl. I guess that old fool was right when he said he saw her. You bring her inside officer and we'll get her something warm to drink." The entire time, Amanda kept her face pressed into my shoulder and I could feel her tiny hand grabbing the sleeve of my shirt. "It's okay, sweetie. Mrs. Krupnik will get you some hot chocolate or something. Doesn't that sound nice?" "You said we were going to McDonald's," she whispered into my shoulder. "We are, but first I have to wait for some more policeman to arrive. It won't take long." We went into the house just as the sound of a siren wailed its way towards us. "Come here, dear," Mrs. Krupnik said and put her arms out for Amanda, but the little waif wouldn't have any of it and she held my arm in a vice like grip. "It's okay, Amanda," I said, bending my neck back so that I could look down into her face. "I'm going to have to go out and talk to a lot of nasty policemen for a little while before we go to McDonald's. Wouldn't you rather stay inside with Mrs. Krupnik. She'll make you some hot chocolate and maybe even wash off a lot of that dirt so we can see how pretty you really are." "You won't come back," the little urchin stated flatly. "I will!" I said, my voice rising. "I promise I will." I crouched down so that her feet could touch the ground and she slowly and unwillingly released the material of my shirt. I had little bunches of wrinkled material at the sleeve and chest of the shirt where she had held on for dear life. She looked at me with those dark blueberry colored eyes and her lips quivered. My heart lurched about in my chest. "I promise, Amanda. I'll be back as soon as possible." "That's what mommy said," she whispered accusingly. "I know, Amanda. But, your mommy had an accident," I told her. I figured I should start paving the way for the final blow of the loss of her mother. Mrs. Krupnik stood next to her and held her hand out. Amanda looked up at the kind old soul and saw nothing alarming there so she took the proffered hand. I winked and smiled at my little charge and stood up to go outside. A thought crossed my mind and I turned to see Amanda watching me go. "Amanda," I asked, "can you tell me your whole name?" "Amanda Blessing," she said through her pout. The shock must have been evident as it crossed my face because Mrs. Krupnik's brow furrowed and she said, "You knew her?" "I picked her up once for," I was about to say shoplifting, but I didn't want to upset Amanda so I said, "borrowing some jewelry from Bonwit Tellers." Mrs. Krupnik sighed and then talking to Amanda in that grandmotherly voice I remembered so well from my childhood she led her away to get the chocolate. I went outside and thought about Elizabeth Blessing, deceased hooker and former high school prom queen. I remembered that from when her parents had come down to bail her out. They were nice people and kept insisting it must have been an oversight on their daughter's part, but even they didn't believe it. Elizabeth had been on the fast track to self destruction. She was still beautiful even though she was ghostly thin and you could tell she was hooked on something. That had been a half dozen years earlier and she had made enough of an impression that I still remembered her. She must have gotten pregnant soon thereafter and I was surprised that Amanda didn't appear to have suffered the 'crack baby' syndrome. The first radio car pulled up in front of Krupnik's house as I stepped outside and I saw the two uniforms inside it look at each other and laugh when they saw me. It was going to be a long day. We'd taken crime scene tape out of their trunk and scrambled down and up the walls of the flood drain. I helped them secure the scene and we waited for the homicide dicks to get there. It wasn't long before a cloud of dust indicated that several vehicles were heading our way down the county road. I said something to one of the uniforms and he ran up and stopped them when they were about a hundred feet away so that the dust and dirt wouldn't contaminate the crime scene. I flinched when I saw who had been 'up next' in Robbery- Homicide. Lou Philips was the biggest asshole this side of Sadam Hussein. The stereotypical cigar chomping, loud mouthed, bigot. His partner was a short, skinny Chicano by the name of Bob Vega. I knew that one day the two of them would have it out and my money was on Vega. Philips chuckled around his unlit stogie as he saw me. "Hey! If it isn't the kiddy cop," he bellowed. "They said you rolled on a lost child call, what the fuck are you doing on my crime scene?" "Hello Lou," I answered. I always treated him pleasantly and never reacted to any of his digs, which pissed him off royally. "The vic is believed to be Elizabeth Blessing, prostitute. To the best of my knowledge, on Saturday last around ten at night, she was in the company of Lexington Rowls when she met her untimely demise." Vega had been writing furiously as he tried to keep up with my report. Philips only stared at me and chomped on his cigar. He could give a shit what I had to say. "Rowls hun!" Vega whistled. "I'd like to get that mother fucker. Maybe put a feather in my cap. Get me a new partner." Philips ignored the comment and asked me, "You didn't say what you were doing here, Wild Bill?" "I told you before Lou, only my friends call me Wild Bill. You can call me Bill, or just detective second if you want." This always rankled him because I had beaten him out for the last promotion even though he'd been a detective third for about ten years at the time. "The victim is the mother of the lost child," I told Vega. "The child was hiding in one of the overflow culverts. She's the one who told me it was Lexington that was with her mother. I arrested the mother about six years ago on a felony theft. Her parent's address should be in the system. She'd turned to being a 'pross' to support her habit and had joined Lex' stable." Vega wrote everything down and thanked me. I led them to the part of the road closest to the dead body and pointed out my footsteps so they could flag them. I told them the culvert was exactly opposite. Vega asked me a couple more questions and then I left them to it. I told them they could reach me at home and left them to their work. I felt envy as I walked away. I missed the job and hoped that I would actually go back to it after my probation was over. I scrambled back over to the Krupnik's where an assortment of old geezers had gathered at the fence. They were interchangeable except for some being heavier than others. Their pants were all too short and they all wore suspenders. Those who still had hair, had grey, wispy tufts that reminded me of daffodils gone to seed. I also wondered if a man's ass shrank as he got older because all of their pants were baggy in the seat. I fended off a bunch of questions and told them I couldn't talk about an ongoing case. I walked back into the Krupnik house and not finding them in the kitchen I called out. "In here, officer," Mrs. Krupnik called back and I followed the sound into the living room. I stood there in shock. She had done a great job of cleaning up the little waif and they both sat on the sofa sipping at cups of hot chocolate. She had given Amanda a bath it appeared and had even found her some clothes to fit. I was constantly amazed at what little old ladies could do. Amanda was wearing a little pink tee shirt with the outline of a rabbit stenciled on the front and a pair of tiny blue jeans. Her face shone pink and clean and her hair was washed and brushed. She was the youthful image of her mother. Wavy blonde hair atop a pleasant round face with deep blue eyes and pouty full lips. She would be a heart breaker in another twelve or so years. Her shoeless feet swung back and forth as she sat on the edge of the sofa and stared back at me. It was as if she was waiting for me to comment on her appearance. "My!" I said. "Where did you find this pretty little girl, Mrs. Krupnik?" Amanda giggled behind her hand and said, "It's me silly. Amanda!" Mrs. Krupnik had worked her granny magic and had pulled Amanda out of her shell. It was amazing what a bath and a hot cup of chocolate could do. We bantered a little with me saying it couldn't be her and she insisting it was until she broke down into a fit of giggles. Mrs. Krupnik smiled, but you could tell there was a lot of sorrow behind her eyes. She kissed Amanda good by as I carried her out to my car and strapped her in to the back seat. Then, we headed off for McDonald's. It was while we were sitting there that I realized I didn't know what to do with her. Where was I supposed to take her. It was almost eight by the time we got back to Juvie and everyone was gone except for the janitors. I looked through everyone's roll-a-dexes until I found one that held the phone number for the head of the Family Services part of the unit and I called her up. She wasn't too happy to be disturbed at home, and her answers were curt. She told me I had to take her to Juvenile Hall, a detention style dormitory. I told her that Amanda wasn't a criminal and that I didn't think she should go there. I was told that it was too late to get anyone at Social Services and that my only other choice was to put her up with someone until Monday morning. I sighed and thanked her. I sat at my desk and stared at Amanda, who stared back at me. Her lips quivered as she fought off the tears. She was well aware of what I'd been talking about. I reached over and took her into my arms and held her. She cried into my shoulder for about five minutes. A lot of pain and suffering came out with her tears and I felt a few tears run down my own cheeks. Her little body was wracked with sobs as she let it all out. She knew her mother was gone and wouldn't be coming back. She was all alone in the world and now I was trying to get rid of her. I held her out at arms length and asked if she wanted to go to her grandparent's house and she told me she didn't have any. I imagined that all ties had been severed between Elizabeth and her parents. I called my father who was on desk duty at the city precinct and had him look up Elizabeth Blessing in the system and asked that he find her parent's number. He read off an address and a number. I thanked him and told him I'd be over to watch the game on Sunday. We parted with him giving me another shot at being on probation and I promised myself I would take all his money the next time we played poker together. He was an awful card player. I called the number and got a disconnect message. I tried information for the city and got no listing. I asked information to try all surrounding towns and still had no luck. Apparently they had moved away or no longer had a phone. I pondered my plight and then made the worst decision possible. I took her home with me. I lived on the second floor of a singles complex in the foothills. It had a great view of the mountains and of the ocean. There was an Olympic sized pool; a workout room; a sauna; and a large spa-jacuzzi tub that held eight people. Half the residents lived up to the singles profile and the other half tried to. I met a couple of girls I knew as we walked up to my apartment and they stopped to coo over Amanda. One said I was picking them young nowadays and we all laughed. Amanda had withdrawn again and hid halfway behind my pants legs. I was reminded to hide her from management since no kids were allowed, but I told them she was only staying through the weekend. We walked into my hovel and I realized what a mess it was. I sat her down in front of the television and she was quickly hypnotized by the Disney channel. I went about straightening up and fixed up the guest bed. It was nearly ten o'clock and I figured it was time for her to hit the sack. She protested a little, but I said she could watch television all day the next day and she went off to use the bathroom. She called to me from the john and asked what she was going to sleep in. I went into my room and rummaged around for something. I found a police academy tee shirt, which no longer fit, and I brought it to her. I came up short as I entered the bathroom. Amanda had taken off her clothes and was standing naked in front of me. Her little body showed no hint of womanhood except for her bulging labia. She had the type of cunt where it looks like the girl is trying to smuggle a hot dog bun by shoving it inside the crotch of her pants. I had to tear my eyes away from the sight and I handed her the shirt, which she slipped on. It came down past her knees and made the perfect nightshirt. The neck hole was a little big and slipped over one of her shoulders. My cock was lurching all over the place. I couldn't believe how her nakedness had aroused me. And now, she was achieving that look that a lot of women tried to affect by stretching the neck of their shirts over a shoulder, and it was by accident. I looked up into those blueberry eyes and saw something pass behind them. She asked about brushing her teeth and I pulled out one of the spare toothbrushes I kept for those surprise overnight guests that I often had. I watched her brush her teeth. She splattered drops of paste all over my mirror and she worked up a head of foam that a rabid dog would have envied. She finally rinsed and made a big production of spitting. I took her hand and led her to the spare room. I tucked her in and kissed her on the forehead. I left the door open at her request and went to get a beer. I sat down and watched the evening news. There was no mention of her mother. I stripped down and showered and walked naked to my room where I snuggled in under the covers. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. Sometime during the night, something woke me up. I lie with my eyes closed and listened. There was the soft susurration of a child sniffling nearby. I opened my eyes and I could make out Amanda's silhouette close to my head. I got up on an elbow and turned on the bedside lamp. She stood there and wrung the hem of her nightshirt as she silently cried. "What's wrong, sweetie?" I asked her in a croaky sleep ridden voice. "I'm scared," she sobbed. "I miss my mommy!" "I know, sweetie," I said, but was at a loss at what to do. "Can I sleep with you?" She asked and I moved over so she could climb in besides me. She snuggled her little rear end into my stomach and it was then I realized that I was naked in bed with a little girl. I felt my cock twitch and chastised myself for my thoughts. I reached across her and turned off the lamp. I was never one for cuddling, but the warmth of her little body felt natural and I settled in and fell asleep. The dreams came then. I always dreamt about my cases; not about the crime itself, but the people involved always had bit parts in my dreams. This night I dreamed about Amanda and Elizabeth. It was a sex dream and their faces and bodies kept morphing into one another. I was dreaming about fucking Elizabeth when my dream self looked down and saw that it was Amanda that was lying beneath him. My dream self had been shocked so badly that it had actually woken me up. At first I thought I was still dreaming because I was still feeling the pleasure of my cock sliding in and out. I looked down and stared in shock. Amanda was sitting up in bed and her little hands were stroking up and down on my engorged cock. I opened my mouth to say something just as the first shots of cum came flying out of my cock. I shuddered as my orgasm rolled over me and I heard Amanda giggle. He tiny hands continued to manipulate my cock and she milked me dry. She had done this before. "You look funny," she said as I unscrewed my face from its grimace of ecstasy. "Yeah? Well, you'd look funny too if you woke up to a little five year old girl jacking you off," I said before I realized I was talking to a child. "I'm six," she whined at me. "Okay, okay. You're six," I told her and pulled her up and away from my cock. "Amanda, why did you do that?" I asked her. I reached into the bed side table and brought out a tissue to clean myself off. Amanda hadn't answered and when I looked up she was looking at me with a pout. My tone had upset her. "I'm not angry, Amanda. I just want to know why you did that to me," I told her with a fake smile plastered to my face. She saw through me and grudgingly answered, "I woke up and your peepee was pushing against me. I knew what it wanted and I just did what mommy showed me to do." "Your mother showed you how to do that?" I asked incredulously. "Uh hun!" Amanda said and nodded up and down. "She said I could help her make lots and lots of money if I helped her do her job." "Did you do this very often, Amanda?" I asked and tried to keep the horror out of my voice. "Yes," she answered simply. "How often did you do it? Do you remember?" I asked her. My curiosity was piqued now. "Lots," she said, "mommy would have men drive to that road where you were today and they would get naked and give her a lot of money so that I would play with their peepees." I swallowed the lump in my throat before asking my next question, "Is that all you would do. Play with their peepees like you did with mine?" "Mommy has me do a lot of things. Sometimes I lick their peepees and then suck on them like a popsicle. And mommy sometimes let them put their peepees in my butt." She giggled when she said the 'B' word. I couldn't believe what I was hearing and I was speechless. I just stared at her and I guess she thought she was supposed to go on because she resumed her narrative. "The first time it hurt a lot and I cried, but the next times it wasn't so bad, except when someone was a meanie and would push really hard. Then mommy would make them stop, but a couple of times the man hit mommy and kept on hurting me. Then I would cry." I gathered her into my arms and held her tight. I couldn't believe what this little girl had been through. Well actually, I could, because I'd heard it all before, but I hadn't been involved in those cases. I held her and then a realization came over me. I was hard as a post. Even after just having shot my load, her descriptions had made my cock come back up to attention. I was disgusted with myself. Amanda snuggled back into my chest and soon she was snoring quietly once again. It took me a long time to fall back asleep and when I did I dreamt of little girls sucking my cock and impaling themselves on it. I awoke the next morning to the sound of a toilet flushing and I realized I was alone in bed. A moment later, a small bundle of energy came rocketing back into the room and jumped onto the bed. I pretended to be asleep and she shook me to wake me up, but I didn't respond. She giggled and kept on shaking me, but I still played possum. She reached up and tried to prop open an eyelid, but gave up on that. I thought she'd given up and was about to sit up and go 'booh' when I felt a hand run along the length of my morning hard on. I don't know why, but I just lie there and let her continue. I told myself I just wanted to see what she was going to do, but deep in the back of my mind I knew there was more to it. I felt the sheet being pushed aside and felt the cool air as my body was uncovered. Her tiny fingers brushed against my balls and I heard a subdued giggle as my cock bounced up and down in response. The tiny fingers traced their way up the bottom side of my cock and I sucked in my breath as they reached the swollen and sensitive head. I felt her fingers linger at the small opening in its tip and I knew she was playing with the precum that had started to ooze out. I opened my eyes finally and watched her for a minute as she closely inspected my cock. It was as though she'd never seen one before and I wondered at her curiosity. "Amanda," I said and her head snapped up to look at me. She brought her fingers up to her mouth in surprise and my cock lurched as I thought about the fact that my precum was on those fingers. "What are you doing?" I asked. "I... I never saw a peepee in the light before," she told me and turned back to my swollen cock. I gasped as her fingers went back to their investigating. She grasped my cock in one hand; her little hand unable to go all the way round and she slowly stroked it up and down and watched as my prepuce slid up and down. In my swollen state, it didn't cover the entire head but only slid up far enough that a small portion of the pink head poked out. Amanda thought that was funny and continued to play the game of hide and seek. She was quickly driving me to the edge once again. She finally tired of doing that and bent down to study my balls. She fondled them gently; hefting them and rolling them around in her small fingers. Her hands grasped my cock once again and I watched as she stuck out her tongue and touched the end of my cock. My breath caught in my throat and held there. She pulled away and a strand of precum stretched away from my cock slit. It stretched for about four inches before breaking. She rolled her tongue around in her mouth as she tested the taste and then leaned back down and took a bigger lick. I groaned and let out the breath I had been holding. Amanda looked up at me and smiled. She opened her mouth wide and slowly lowered it onto my cock. My eyes must have reflected my surprise at her actions because she pulled her mouth away and laughed at me and said I looked funny and opened her eyes wide in imitation. I wanted to grab her by the back of the head and push her down onto my throbbing member, but I fought the urge and smiled at her. I didn't have long to wait as she bent down again and took me into her oven of a mouth. Her mouth was hot, moist, and tight. She wiggled her tongue along the underside of the glans, but there wasn't enough room to make much of an impact. It was okay though because I was aroused beyond belief. Her every move took my breath away. I was like a young teen again; enjoying my first blow job from Debbie Anderson. But, Amanda was more experienced. She started slowly moving her head up and down and fondled my balls as she did it. Spit drooled down the sides of my cock as she kept her mouth well lubricated. My breathing was in concert with her up and down strokes and I felt it quicken as her head began to bob up and down faster and faster. She looked up at me with those big blueberry eyes and that was the last straw. I grunted loudly and felt the first splash of cum hit the back of her throat. She was making shallower moves now as she tried to accommodate all of my cum. I saw bubbles of diluted cum ooze out the corners of her mouth as I continued to unload into her. I sighed loudly as my head fell back onto the pillow and I felt all the strength pour out of my body. Amanda stopped ministering to my cock as she felt it begin to soften and moved up to kneel next to my head. I looked up at her and saw a gooey mass of cum and spit dripping off of her chin and onto her naked little chest. I didn't know when she had taken off the tee shirt, but she was sitting there naked and I saw that one of her hands was busy rubbing at her puffy cunt. "I wanna..." she started to say, but stopped. "What do you want, sweetie?" I asked her and she lifted a leg and straddled my neck. "I want you to lick my peepee," she whispered shyly. I must of had a very stunned expression on my face, because she began to pout. "A lot of the men do it and it feels really good," she told me. I placed a hand on either of her butt cheeks and pushed her up and onto my face. Her adult sized cunt slid across my chin and settled onto my mouth. Her cunt was extremely fleshy and it splayed across my lips. I pushed my tongue up through my lips and up through hers. I moved it around as I searched for her tender spots. I managed to push past her outer lips and I lapped at her labia minorus. I pushed in deeper and found the opening to her vulva. I formed my tongue into a roll and pressed it in as deep as possible. I found no barrier and wondered if it was only her ass that had been fucked. I stroked my tongue in and out of her for a while and then withdrew it and went in search of her tiny clitoris. I found it easily and it wasn't as small as I had expected. It matched the size of her cunt and I licked and prodded it much to her delight. Her little frame jerked around on my face as I worked at her clit and she giggled in delight. I kept it up for a few minutes and suddenly I heard her gasp and her body trembled a little as her hands tangled in my hair as she sought some support. She gave a big sigh and got off of my probing tongue. She laid down next to me and nestled into the crook of my arm. We lie like that for a long time until my dazed mind cleared and I started thinking about what I'd just done. A myriad of emotions ran through my body - disgust, shame, guilt, and yes arousal. I was at a loss as to what I was supposed to do now. What if she told someone what we did. My probation would seem like a trip to Disneyland compared to what would await me then. I jumped as the phone rang next to the bed and I reached for it. "Detective Madison?" The familiar voice asked. "Yes?" I responded as I tried to place the voice. "This is Mrs. Buteau. I was just calling to find out what you were doing with the child?" Buteau was the head of Family Services and the woman I'd called the previous evening. The first thought through my mind was 'how did they find out already', but then I realized there was no way they could and knew she was just inquiring. "She's in the other room sleeping as we speak," I told her and tried to keep my voice even. "Didn't want to take her to Juvenile Hall, huhn?" She asked rhetorically. "You know, you shouldn't get too attached to these kids. It's only going to make you feel worse in the end. I'll see you on Monday, detective," She added and hung up before I could reply. I looked down at the tiny form next to me and she looked back with those big blue eyes. Damn, I was going to hell. "I'm hungry," a small voice said from about the area of my arm pit. I glanced at the bed side clock and saw that it was almost nine. I pulled her along with me as I climbed out of bed and set her down on the floor. She watched as I looked for a pair of pajamas bottoms to wear, but I couldn't find any. I hadn't worn any in ages. I usually just went around in boxers until I had to get dressed. I finally settled on a pair of sweat pants and then we ambled into the kitchen. "What do you usually eat?" I asked her as I counted out teaspoons of coffee grounds into the Mr. Coffee filter. Getting no answer, I looked around at her and found her sitting at the kitchen table. I could only see her head above the table top. "Well?" I asked and she made a move that I interpreted as a shrug. I went into the living room and came back with the white and yellow pages of the L.A. phone book. I picked her up and then sat her back down on top of them. She was almost eight inches taller now. She looked at me with a wide grin on her face. I had a feeling that anything I did for her would be seen as a novel experience. She'd probably spent her life living in cheap motels, cars, and even alleyways. Being treated as a child of six would seem like a fairy tale to her. I scoured my kitchen cabinets hoping that some magic elf had hidden breakfast items there. I opened the fridge and found a half carton of eggs. "God bless you, mom," I said to myself as I remembered how she'd thrust the eggs at me the preceding weekend as I was leaving my parents house. She said she was putting my father on a low cholesterol diet and she wasn't going to serve him eggs anymore. I told her not to waste her efforts because I knew what he ate at the station house and she said that he would at least eat right at home. I found a small skillet and washed off the dust before cracking a couple eggs into some oleo. I scrambled them since I didn't have a spatula to flip them over then added a little salt and pepper. I shoved a couple pieces of bread under the broiler in the oven and everything was done at the same time. I brought the eggs and buttered toast to her and she looked at me as though I'd just done a magic trick. I was pretty impressed myself. She tore into the breakfast with the alacrity of a growing child and I casually sipped my first cup of coffee. I asked if she wanted more and she nodded yes so I got up and did it all again. I sat with my second cup of coffee and watched her repeat her earlier imitation of a starving nation. She finished with a burp and giggled as she covered her mouth. "You want to shower first or second?" I asked her. "I'm just a little kid," she said looking up at me with a frown. "I know," I told her, frowning back. "Little kids don't take showers," she informed me, "we take baths." "Oh!" I said. "Well, we have a problem then, because all I have is a shower. Haven't you ever taken a shower before?" "Yes, but my mommy helped me," she said and I saw her eyes tear up. "Come on then," I sighed. She hopped down off of her elevated perch and grabbed my hand as we made our way to the bathroom. She watched as I turned on the water and set the temperature. I slipped off my sweats and helped her pull the large tee shirt over her head. She giggled as it got caught in her hair and we managed to free her before the water went cold. I got into the shower and reached out to pull her in. I stood between her and the full force of the shower spray. I reached for the soap and suddenly realized the predicament I was in. I didn't use a washcloth; just my hands. I held the soap out to her and she put her hands on her hips and gave me an exasperated look. How could a six year old look like a grown woman. I sighed again and lathered up my hands. She raised an arm and we started. I worked down both arms and then did her upper back and chest. I started from the other end then and she placed a hand on my shoulder as she lifted a foot for me to wash. I worked up both legs and then found myself with the task of washing her little butt and private parts. I sudsed up again and ran my hand around her little cheeks and then down between them. I could feel myself getting hard again. She turned and presented her fleshy slit to me. I ran the soap between my hands and then went to work. I tried to be gentle and told myself it wasn't sexual, but she let out a moan as my fingers spread her lips and my cock sprung up hard as a board. I stood up as soon as I finished and turned to face the spray. I lathered my arms and shoulders and worked down my chest. I did the front of my legs and then the backs. "I can do your back," a little voice said and I turned to see her shivering behind me. "I'm sorry, sweetie," I said as I moved her under the warm water. "I used to do mommy's back all the time," she informed me. I gave her the soap and squatted down with my back to her. I felt her tiny hands move around my shoulders and back. It was comforting in a way and a warm glow spread throughout my body. It didn't last long however as her little hands ran down to my ass and then I felt her fingers brush against my asshole. A tingle leapt through my body then and I stood and turned to take the soap away, but she had other plans. Her soapy hands reached up and grasped my half hard cock and she started washing away. It quickly became a fully hard cock. She worked the soap into my pubic hair and got a lot of lather worked up. She gently washed my scrotum and returned to my fully extended cock. She took great pains to make sure I was clean and I saw a glimmer in her eyes. She let the water rinse away the soap and I relaxed thinking we were all done, but before I could react she leant forward and took me into her mouth once again. "Amanda!" I nearly shouted and pushed her away. "What's wrong?" She asked me with a pout on her lips. "Why are you doing that?" "It's all hard again," she replied simply. "That's okay. It'll go down by itself," I told her and her brows furrowed again. I turned her into the water and told her to close her eyes. I grabbed the shampoo and lathered her hair. Her wavy hair was straightened by the water and stretched to the middle of her back. I lathered it generously and then rinsed it off. I took her place and washed my own hair. My cock had yet to subside and I could almost feel her eyes watching it and waiting for it to soften. I rinsed and looked down. She was in fact looking at my engorged member and it jerked of its own accord. I saw a small smile play across her lips. She was a little sexual imp, and had been raised to think that her role in life was to pleasure men. I turned off the water and grabbed a fluffy bath towel. I wrapped her in it and placed her on the bath math. I grabbed another towel and quickly dried myself off. I got out of the shower stall and began rubbing her up and down with the towel. She giggled in glee as my hands ran up and down her sides. I finished drying her body and went for the hair. I realized I was creating a tangled mass, but didn't know what else I could do. I didn't own a hair dryer. She sat on the toilet seat, wrapped in a towel with her birds nest hairdo and watched as I shaved. I held her up so that she could brush her teeth and then I did mine. We went back into the bedroom and she put on yesterday's clothes as I put on clean jeans and a button down shirt. I looked at her tangled hair and decided on getting help. I also realized she still didn't have any shoes. We went next door to my friend Ann's apartment. I hoped she was in. Ann was a flight attendant and was often gone for days at a time. I knocked and her a voice croaked from within. The bleary eyed brunette cracked the door open. "Fuck, Bill. Do you know what time it is?" Ann asked. "Yeah, it's almost eleven," I answered as though she had merely been asking for the time. She growled at me and started closing the door when she noticed the little waif peering from behind my legs. "Oh my God! Who's this?" Ann said and squatted down to Amanda's level. "What's your name?" Ann asked in a little girl voice. "Amanda," came the reply. "How come you don't have any clothes on?" "Oh, shit!" Ann said looking down at herself. She turned and ran into her bedroom. I led Amanda into her living room and we sat to wait. Ann came out a few minutes later wearing a nightgown and her hair was brushed. "There! That's better," she said and stuck her tongue out at me as I waggled my eyebrows. She looked down at Amanda again and I saw a quizzical expression cross her face. "What have you done to this little girl's hair?" Ann said as she squatted once again and held out strands of tangled blonde tresses. "Come on," she told Amanda and they both disappeared into the bathroom. I went into the kitchenette and started coffee as the sound of running water could be heard from the bathroom. The coffee was perking as the sound of a hair dryer came on. I was pouring myself a cup when they came back into the living room. I handed Ann a cup of black coffee as I surveyed the repair work she had done. Not only has she re-washed and blown Mandie's hair dry, but she had made a couple of braids with the hair at the front of her head and brought them back and tied them together to hold down the giant mop of hair. She was as cute as a button and she knew it. Her face was lit up like a Christmas tree. She held Ann's hand and beamed up at her. "Thanks," I told Ann. "That's okay," she said and crinkled her nose, "you'll pay me back." There was no mistaking the innuendo and even Amanda understood what Ann meant. She pulled her hand away and gave Ann a glaring look. Ann looked up at me and raised her eyebrows. "Looks like someone's claimed her territory," Ann said. Amanda came to stand next to me and reached up for my hand. I looked at Ann and shook my head in wonder. I thanked her for the help and the coffee and we left her apartment to go in search of little girl shoes. We drove to the nearest mall and we went in so that Amanda could demonstrate that shopping was indeed a genetic trait. She tried on a dozen pair of shoes before settling on a small pair of sandals and some red sneakers. With the help of a teenaged wait person, I bought some small panties and tee shirts then I got a pair of tiny jeans, some pull over shirts, and a pretty little blue dress. Amanda was in heaven. It was like Christmas for her. We stopped at McDonald's once again and she got a kiddy meal with some toy from the movie Atlantis. I sucked down a coke and munched on a burger and fries as I listened to her go on and on about the clothes we had just bought. She told me how they usually got her clothes at Goodwill and how she normally only got one thing at a time. She said she hadn't had a pair of shoes for a long time and she had had only one dress before. I remembered the dirt gray smock I had found her in and I shuddered inside. This girl had never had a childhood. I made up my mind right then and we left the restaurant and headed for Anaheim. I heard a giant gasp and looked over to see a wide eyed Amanda staring at the gates of Disneyland as we drove into the parking lot. "Are... are we going in there?" She asked in a tiny voice as though expecting to be told no. "Sure," I told her, "don't' you want to go?" "Oh, yes!" She said, sounding like Shirley Temple. I looked down at her with a smile and found her with tears streaming down her cheeks. "Hey, hey!" I said. "What's this all about?" She looked at me and beamed through her tears. "I always wanted to go here," she burbled. I dried her tears with the sleeve of my shirt and grabbed her little hand. She skipped along beside me as we walked the half mile to the entrance where I spent a weeks pay to be admitted. We stopped after passing through and she stared about her in wonder. "Oh, my!" She said, sounding even more like Shirley Temple. "What do you want to do first?" I asked her and she pointed over to where a giant mouse was shaking hands with a group of little kids, who were all wearing identical tee shirts. We ambled over and stood next to the other kids. The mouse worked his way down the line and finally got to Amanda. "Hello, little girl," the voice said from within. "What's your name?" "Amanda," came the half whispered reply. "Hello, Amanda," the voice said in a fair impression of the TV mouse. "I hope you have a good time at Disneyland." The mouse walked away and Amanda stared after it. "Gosh!" She said and looked at her hand and then up at me with big round blueberry eyes. "I just shook Mickey's hand." "Yes, you did," I said and tried not to laugh. We spent the afternoon and evening standing in line for the rides, which I had to accompany her on since she never seemed to come up to the plywood figure's hand saying she had to be 'that tall' to ride alone. We did the mountain and the log rides, then went over to the small world and those damn pirates. Then we went into a submarine and saw the undersea world and then rode in a jalopy that straddled a metal track. She had cotton candy and a candied apple and numerous glasses of lemonade. We stood in line at restrooms and occasionally I would sneak her into the men's room so that we didn't have to wait so long. By the time the electric light parade came on she was getting drowsy and soon her little head lie on my shoulder and an arm draped around my neck. We followed the rest of the crowd as we imitated Moses and his people. The exodus continued into the streets and it was past midnight before we got back to my place. She was barely awake as I stripped off her clothes and pulled on the oversized tee shirt. I took her to the bathroom and listened to the tinkle as she went one more time. Then I placed her in bed and tucked her in. I went out to the living room and sat in front of the tube with a beer in my hand. I had dozed off watching some old gangster flick when a yell brought me back. "Mommeee!" I got up and ran into the bedroom to find Amanda sitting up and crying. I wrapped her in my arms and rocked her back and forth. "What's wrong, honey?" I asked as I looked down into her tear stained face. "My tummy hurts," she told me. "Do you need to use the bathroom?" I asked her at a loss as to what I was supposed to do. "I don't know," she said and I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom and sat her down on the commode. She sat there and moaned and I looked on helplessly. I realized I had overindulged her and now we were paying the price. I got a bright idea and I looked in my medicine cabinet for some Alka-seltzer. I made the fizzy concoction and offered it to her, but she took one whiff and pushed my hand away. I told her to try and drink some and she got down two mouthfuls before she gagged on the third and vomited all over my bare feet. She gave out a big burp as I was washing her down and I jumped back just in case. "I feel better now," she told me and I wished I could say the same. She brushed her teeth and went back to bed as I cleaned up the bathroom. I joined her in bed when I finished and realized we were both naked. She snuggled back into me and I felt my cock stir. I tried to think of something to take my mind off of sex and her vomiting seemed to do the trick. I fell asleep with my arms wrapped around her. I dreamed again that night; and it was about sex. This time, I only dreamed of Amanda. She had a woman's body with large breasts and hair on her pubis, but her face was still that of a child. She had hair that went down to the floor and her cunt was like a living thing as it reached out and swallowed me whole. I dreamed that I was drowning in her juices and had to hold on to her head sized clit so that I wouldn't be pulled into her pool sized cunt. I woke with a start and looked down to see Amanda still cradled in my arms. She snored lightly and her eyelids jerked about as she went through her own REM phase. I looked over my shoulder at the clock and it was only three am. I lay my head back down and fell into a deep sleep. There were no more dreams. I woke in the morning and found the bed moving. I felt a tight warmth around my cock and my first thought was that she was sucking me off again. I realized then that I was making the bed move as my hips thrust back and forth. I heard a low grunt and looked down in horror as I realized that my thick cock was sawing in and out of Amanda's ass. I stopped suddenly and Amanda peered back over her shoulder at me. "Don't stop," she said. "This isn't right," I whispered and pulled out of her. My cock came out with an audible plop. Amanda turned to face me. She had a strange look on her face. "Why did you do that?" She asked. I could tell she was confused. No man had ever not wanted to fuck her there. "It's not right, Amanda. A grown man shouldn't do that to little girls. I'm sorry I did that, but I was asleep." "I did it," she whispered. "You did it?" I asked confused. "Yes," she said, "I woke up and your peepee was big and hard again and I know you didn't want me to put it in my mouth again so it put it in my butt." I opened my mouth to respond and then shut it again. I didn't know what to say. I pushed up onto an elbow and looked down at her. "Amanda," I began and chose my words carefully. "What your mother had you do to all those men, and what we've done the last couple of days aren't things that men should do with little girls." "Why?" She asked. "Because, little girls could get hurt and grown men shouldn't take advantage of little girls and society says that we aren't supposed to do those things. Not until you are a big girl." "Who is 'ciatee'?" She asked me. "Society is the word we use when we want to describe all the people in the world with one word," I told her. "All the people in the world said that men can't do that with little girls?" She asked and I could tell she wasn't buying into that explanation. I stared at her and tried to think of something else to say. "What if the little girl likes it?" She said. I was lost. I had no answer for that. "Didn't you say that a lot of men hurt you when they put their uh... peepees in your butt?" I asked her. "Sometimes," she said. "Well," I said, "that's why society says we shouldn't do those things to little girls until they are old enough that it doesn't hurt them or until they are old enough to tell the man that they don't want to do those things." "But, I can tell you if I don't want to do it," she argued. "Yes, but if I was a bad man you wouldn't be able to stop me would you?" I asked her. She thought about the logic of my question and then rebutted. "A lot of times, men did things to mommy that she didn't want them to do, but they didn't stop even though she was a grown up." Her logic was impeccable. I didn't know how to continue. "Does that mean you won't lick my peepee anymore?" She asked me and pouted. I fell back onto my pillow and groaned. No wonder I had never joined the debate team. "Amanda," I said after a while as I stared up at the ceiling. She scooted up so that she could look down into my face and long tendrils of her hair fell forward and caressed my cheeks. I could see her looking down at me as she waited for the next words out of my mouth. "Can you keep a promise?" I asked her. "Un huhn," she nodded. "I want you to promise me that you'll never do those things with a man again. Not until you're a big girl." She frowned and pursed her small mouth. "Never ever?" She asked. "Never ever," I repeated. "Not even with you?" She asked. I went to reply, but the words stuck in my throat. "I'll promise if you promise that we can still do those things," she said before I could find my voice. This kid was going to be a lawyer. I just knew it. "Uh," was all I could manage before the phone interrupted our negotiations. I sat up and picked up the phone. "Hello!" I sang out. "Billy," I heard my mother's voice say, "when you come over today, please stop a Fagioli's and pick up some of that ricotta cheese you like so much. I'm going to make lasagna for dinner." "Okay, mom," I said. "When will you be over?" She asked. "Probably around noontime," I told her. "Okay. See you then," she said and was about to hang up when I spoke out again. "Mom!" I said loudly so that she would hear. She brought the phone back to her ear and asked what I wanted. "I'm going to be bringing someone over. I just wanted to let you know," I told her. "Is it a girl?" She asked with that ever hopeful motherly voice. "Yes," I told her, "it's a girl." "Someone special?" She pressed. "Yes," I told her, "It's someone special." "Is it that Ann girl?" My mother asked. She wasn't too fond of Ann and her braless ways. "No," I told her with a smile in my voice. "Her name is Amanda and she's six years old." "Oh my!" My mother said. "Is it that little girl who lost her mother. You're father was telling me about her." "That's right, mom," I replied as I stared down into Amanda's eyes. "And, please don't bring up that part, okay?" "Okay, dear. I'll see you soon," she said and hung up. I slid back down into bed and said, "Now. Where were we?" Amanda had straddled my waist while I was on the phone and now she scooted back a little and I felt my hard cock press up against her little butt cheeks. She kept her eyes fixed on mine as she rose up slightly and reached behind her. I felt the head of my cock press against something spongy and then something stretched around my cock head. I saw her chew her bottom lip in concentration as my cock slowly slid into her impossibly tight rectum. "Dear God!" I muttered and felt my eyelids flutter as I succumbed to the impossible ecstasy of my large cock sliding into her very tight opening. She sat on my cock for a minute as she adjusted to my size. I could feel my cock throb and jerk as it enjoyed its captivity. She moved slightly and pulled up a few inches and then pushed back down. She did it again and then again. I felt my cock slide in and out and held on to her hips so that my hands would have something to do. She continued to slowly pump her ass on my shaft until she had loosened as much as she was going to. It was the tightest feeling I'd ever had. The sensation of her anal chute sliding up and down my cock shaft was exquisite. She was making full strokes now and would rise up until only my cock head was in her and then she would slide down and engulf five or six inches of my cock. I looked up into her eyes and found them glowing. She actually enjoyed what she was doing. Her motions began to increase and I felt my scrotum pull up into my groin. I stared into her dark blue eyes as she concentrated on her actions. Her motions were intent and she knew what she was doing. I felt the surge in my loins and suddenly I was assailed by my orgasm. My back arched as my nerves electrified my body. My cock spurted jet after jet of cum into her tight little ass. I saw stars explode inside my eyelids and I thought I was going to pass out. My toes curled up and I worried that they would cramp. I held my breath and it whooshed out of me as my body finally relaxed. It had been as intense an orgasm as I'd ever had. I opened my eyes and looked at my diminutive lover. She stared back at me as though she was absorbing my emotions. I realized then what this meant to her. It was probably the only caring emotion she was ever shown. I grasped her ass cheeks and slowly pulled her off of my deflating cock. It fell out of her rectum and fell along my thigh with a gentle, moist splat. I pulled her up my body and she helped me as she realized what I was about to do. Her swollen woman sized cunt flowered before my eyes and I pushed my tongue out to caress it. I heard Amanda moan as I passed my tongue over her swollen clit. I found it remarkable that this little urchin could produce those juices and I lapped them up eagerly. I alternated between driving my tongue in and out of her vulva and sliding it up and down between her labia. She would moan every time I pressed past her pleasure button and she started moving her groin back and forth showing me what she liked best. I concentrated on her clitoris and she was soon moaning and shuddering in sexual ecstasy. She fell to the side finally and we both lie there and basked in our euphoria. "I promise," she whispered a few minutes later and she snuggled into my body. I didn't know which promise she had just made, but at the moment I didn't care. My thoughts turned to Monday and I wondered what I could do to keep her with me - forever. I was falling in love with this little six year old and I didn't know if it was the love for a child or the love for a lover. I would have to work that out later. For now, I had to get her ready to meet my mother. Not an easy task at any time, but I imagined it would be an especially hard one for a recently orphaned child, who was probably wondering what was to become of her. My mother was an extremely gregarious woman who felt like she had to take everyone under her wing. I carried Amanda into the bathroom where we both faced the task of getting her washed without making a shambles of her hairs. I decided to let it dry naturally and just wrapped a towel around it as we both went into the kitchen so that I could scramble her some more eggs. We finished our respective breakfasts and I put her plate and my cup into the washer and took her into the bedroom to get dressed. Her hair was drying slowly and I thought of going next door again, but decided against it. I dressed Amanda in her new dress and she twirled around in glee. She skipped along besides me as we made our way up the walk way that led to my parent's house. I carried the bag with the cheese in it and Amanda carried a small bouquet of flowers she'd picked out. The door burst open as we stepped up onto the porch and my mother flung herself at Amanda. Amanda went rigid under the onslaught and cringed as my mother hugged her and cooed over her. "You poor baby!" My mother wailed, forgetting her promise not to bring up the recent tragedy. Amanda bore up under the overbearance and then clutched my arm once my mother released her. We followed the wild woman into the house and I saw my father ensconced in front of the television set. He looked up from whatever he was watching and caught sight of Amanda. He looked up at me and shook his head in exasperation. Amanda saw my father and squeezed herself behind my legs. I felt her tugging on my hand and I looked down at her. She crooked a finger at me and I leaned down to hear what she had to say. "He was one of the men," she whispered. My head snapped up as though I'd been kicked in the face. I turned and looked over at my father and could see the recognition dawn on his face. He looked up at me with a shocked expression and I could see the color rise in his face. He looked away from me then and took a deep swallow of beer. He got up off of his lounge chair and pushed pass me as he went through into the kitchen and out into the garage. I watched my mother stare at his back as he passed by her and then she looked over at me with a quizzical expression. I shrugged my shoulders and she went back to working on her lasagna. I squatted down again and whispered to Amanda. "What did he do? Did he hurt you?" "No," she shook her head. "He just liked it when I put his thing in my mouth. Sometimes he would put his thing in mommy's peepee and then put it in my mouth, but he never hurt me like some of the bad men. He even brought me that dress I used to have." I stared past her at the door that led out into the garage. I was trying to figure out what I should do next. "He's your daddy?" She asked suddenly as it dawned on her that we were caught up in a strange predicament. "Yes, sweetie," I told her as I looked down into her big blue eyes, "he's my father." "I won't tell anybody," she said as she looked up at me hoping that that would make everything all right. I felt myself tear up as I hugged her to me. I looked up and could see my mother watching us. She had a frown on her face and a sad tilt to her mouth. The look changed to one of tenderness as she saw Amanda wrap her arms around my neck. I took her into the living room and put her in my father's chair. I tuned the set to a kids channel and told her I'd be back shortly. I walked into the kitchen and my mother gave me a hug then slapped my hand away as I reached for a piece to cheese. I smiled at her and turned to the garage door. I steeled myself and went through it. I found my father standing at his workbench. He was leaning on it with both arms outstretched like a runner trying to catch his breath. "Dad?" I asked. My father turned to me and I saw the tears cascading down his cheeks. His mouth worked as he tried to say something, but nothing came out. I felt myself choke up and I stood there helplessly and watched my father torture himself with his thoughts. I finally moved up behind him and placed a hand on his bowed back. "It's okay, dad," I whispered. "I understand." He looked up and his tear filled eyes searched my face. "It... it... just happened," he said hoarsely. "Your mom was going through the change, you know. And, she wouldn't let me touch her. I... I... needed something. They brought in this hooker during a sweep one night and she was so pretty. I... I... found out where she worked and one night I went by there and saw her. She had me drive to this dirt road and said I could have a special treat for an extra twenty bucks. Then this little girl came out of the bushes. I... I... I don't know why, but I just had to have her." He broke down into sobs again and I put an arm around his shoulders. He took in a deep breath and pulled out a handkerchief to wipe at his eyes. He turned away quickly as my mother opened the door. "You men going to be out there all day?" She asked in innocence. "We'll be in soon, Mom," I said over my shoulder. "We're just talking about work." "You boys should leave that stuff at the office. Bring some more beer in when you come in. There's only a couple left in the fridge." "Okay, Mom," I said and smiled at her. She closed the door and my father turned back to look at me. "I... I... don't know if I can face your mother," he said as he stared at the door. "And... and that little girl in there. What if she says something? I don't know what I would do." I felt the panic in his voice. I knew how he felt. "She won't say anything, dad. Come on, we can't stay in here all day. Then, you'd really have mom wondering." He nodded his head and then went and grabbed a six pack of beer off one of the storage shelves. He straightened his back and steeled himself then lead me back into the house. The End *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not "real life." Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 23