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A veteran discovers an abandoned child and finally gives in to his attraction to little girls

I was cruising the local country roads enjoying the late afternoon sun and just relaxing. Suddenly an old Caddy blasted by me, swerved into my lane and kept going at top speed up the small incline and out of site over the hill. When I popped over the rise the tail of the caddy was hanging into the road, its nose wrapped around the only white oak in thirty miles. My cell phone was out of charge so I didn’t bother to try. I flipped on the emergency flashers and pulled to a stop just past the wreck. When I rushed over a single glance was enough to tell me that the driver was dealing with his reward. No seat belt, no airbag. The body lay on top of what was left of the windshield. I checked for a front seat passenger by sticking my head in the shattered side window. Empty beer cans, a broken bottle of Wild Turkey gave me the reason for the driver’s plunge. I was about to climb back to the road and find a phone when I heard the quiet weeping. The back door of the Caddy creaked as I forced it open. A tiny hand appeared from under the debris in the foot-well.

I dug the child out of the mess and gently pulled her from the car.

I found myself holding a little girl. She was dirty, her hair matted and too dirty to define a color. She blinked at me, whimpered and reached towards a dirty child’s backpack that poked out of the car.

“Are you hurt, honey?” I asked while I tried to check her over.

“Need billy bag.” She said softly.

“The backpack?” I asked. She nodded and threw her arms around my neck. I grabbed the bag and then noticed a burning smell. I quickly got us up to the road and then to my car. As I opened the passenger door the caddy went up with a whump.

I didn’t have a fire extinguisher and since I had rescued the little girl, I just climbed in and drove off towards the nearest phone.

“What’s your name honey?” I asked.

“Slut.” She replied.

I blinked.

“Was that your daddy in the car?”

“No. Was she dead?”

“Was that your mom, baby?”

“No, that was Margret. She had me about a year. She got us boy friends. Are you going to be my boyfriend now?”

“Boyfriends?”

“Jimmy showed me.”

My mind was racing. It seemed clear to me what the child was saying.

“Do you have a Mom?” She shook her head no. “A daddy.” The same shake.

“I been with Margret since Jimmy got hurted.”

“Jimmy?”

“Jimmy took care of me but the bad mans hurt him and Margret found me.”

“How old are you, baby?”

“Don’t know.”

“Are you hungry?” I asked as I drove past the house that would have held the nearest phone. At the next intersection I turned towards my house. She nodded.

I was telling myself that my intentions were honorable but my libido and my half hard cock were laughing at me.

I live alone. When I got her home I got her a peanut butter sandwich and lead her to the bathroom.

“Honey, you really need a bath. Do you have any clean clothes?”

She shook her head. I looked at the plaid shift she was wearing. It looked like a washing would dissolve the dirt holding it together. I started the bathwater and told her to get in. She stripped off the shift and dropped the panties that were a little too big for her. Her smooth chest and hairless pussy told me she was no more than nine or ten years old. She stepped into the tub and waited for me.

“Sit down, baby.” I said.

She looked up at me. “Are you going to be my daddy?” she asked.

“I’m not sure, Honey. I have to think about it a while. Is that ok?”

Her face fell and tugged at my heart-strings.

“I’ll tell you what. For now, I’ll be your uncle. Your uncle Joe.”

Her smile lit up. “Ok Uncle Joe, are you going to take a bath too?”

I hesitated for a second and then stripped out of my shirt.

“I want to get you clean and wash your hair and maybe cut it first.”

“Ok” she said and sat down in the warm water.

I handed her a washcloth and the bar of soap.

Soon, she was asking me to help her wash and I found myself scrubbing her back.

I had to drain and re-fill the tub twice before we got to her hair. She asked me to wash her bottom and turned to present me with her hairless pussy. Her labia were swollen and I was amazed to see her clit poking out from between her pussy lips. I soaped up my hands and began. Her giggles became quiet moans and sighs as I spent time gently washing her. After a few minutes I asked her to turn around. My member was uncomfortably hard in the confinement of my jeans.

Honey leaned towards me and whispered, “Your cock is hard. You want me to suck it?” She said. And then she spun around to face away from me, bent at the waist with her feet shoulder width apart. Her pussy pouted at me. Her little brown ass-hole winked at me as she pulled her ass cheeks apart. “Or you can fuck me.” she added. “I don’t like it too much in my butt.” She finished.

My libido was doing handstands and my cock throbbed. I stuffed them both down the alley and shook my head slowly.

“Honey, I want to take care of you and protect you. It wouldn’t be right to take advantage of you.” She straightened up and turned to face me.

“Don’t you like to fuck? I’m a good cocksucker. Everyone says so.”

“Honey, let’s get you all cleaned up, then we can talk about it. Ok?”

This seemed to satisfy her and she went back to cleaning. Three runs thru her hair with shampoo and conditioner were not enough to get the tangles out of some of her almost white-blonde hair so I attacked the problem with scissors. At the end her hair was about an inch long all over her head and I had discovered more than one old bruise and scar.

While I dried her with a big fluffy towel I saw that her body showed evidence of abuse under the dirt, old bruises and burn scars shrouded her arms. Honey saw my revulsion and a tear appeared in her eyes.

“You don’t like me.” She sobbed.

“No. That’s not it at all. I see what they did to you and it makes me angry.” I said as I squatted and gathered her naked body into my arms. She smiled. It was like watching the sunrise.

“Honey, I don’t want you to do something you don’t want to do.” She cocked her head to the side and looked at me skeptically. I nodded. That’s right. “You don’t have to let Me do anything to you if you don’t want to.”

Her face took on a serious look, echoing my own.

“But I like to…” She paused and considered, “Mostly. I don’t like the burning or spanking.”

My knees were beginning to scream at me. I stood and looked down at her, wrapped the towel around her. Then, I took her tiny hand in mine and led her into the living-room.

The leather couch creaked as I settled into it and pulled Honey into my lap. She put her arms around my neck and pulled me into a hug and began to kiss my neck. Her very small body leaned into me and then she put her head on my shoulder and relaxed with her nose just touching my neck.

“Honey.” I said.

“Hmm?” she replied.

“You said the person in the car was Margret?” I asked.

“Yep.”

“And that she got boyfriends for you.”

“Yep.”

“For sex.”

“She said that I had to suck and fuck them.”

“Did they pay?”

“Sometimes. Sometimes they gave her drugs or booze.”

“And sometimes they would hurt you.”

“Yes.”

“Burn you with cigarettes?”

“No. Margret did that.”

“Are you hungry?” I asked.

“I could eat.” she said. I got up from the couch. In the kitchen I started to microwave a couple of TV dinners. Honey came padding in behind me nude. The vision of her pre-pubescent form sent thrills of arousal spearing into my brain.”

“Uncle Joe?” she said.

“Yes, Honey?”

“Can I suck your cock before supper?” she asked with a wicked grin.

“You don’t have to do…”

“I want to.” She said “Please!”

I sat down at the table and held my arms out to her. “I would like it very much.” I finally answered with some truth. Honey flew into my arms and gave me a huge hug. Then, like a boneless creature she slithered down to her knees between my legs and began tugging at the waistband of my shorts. I raised my butt and she peeled my shorts and underwear down to my ankles. My cock sprang to attention and she wrapped her tiny hands around it.

“Oh you are a nice size Uncle Joe.” She said past my seven inch length just before she popped the head into her mouth and I groaned in pleasure. Honey gave a masterful blow-job. She alternated between trying to swallow the length and nibbling at my balls and shaft. Soon I was approaching my orgasm and Honey just stopped. I looked down.

“The microwave dinged.” She said.

“Fuckit.” I muttered and reached to pull her head back to my aching member.

“Shall I swallow or do you want to spray me?” She asked.

“Ohh, Please let me see you swallow.” I begged.

She grinned and swallowed me. Her tongue lashed across the underside of my cock and she sucked really hard. I groaned and exploded. My cum poured out in jet after jet while she swallowed and swallowed and never lost eye contact with me. It was the best blow-job I ever had.

“Honey, that was amazing.” I said after I had caught my breath.

She rose and sketched a curtsey, “Thank you.” She said with a grin and a twinkle in her eye.

We had supper and then moved to the living room. I sat down in my extra wide chair. Honey snuggled up to my right side and pulled my right arm around her and pushed my hand into her crotch. Her small pussy was wet and slick. I extended a finger and stroked her clit.

“Ohhh that’s nice.” She said.

“Honey,” I began.

“Is that gonna be my name now?” She asked. I blinked.

“I, uh.” I’m just as brilliant as the next guy when blind sided like that.

“What is your name?” I asked. “Your real name?” I amended.

“I don’t know.” She thought for a second. “Margret called me Cocksucker. I don’t like that name. And I don’t like Cum-sponge or Slave.” Se considered for a little longer. “Someone used to call me Milly, but I don’t like that one either. Can I be just Honey? Please?”

I grinned, “Ok,” I said with a wink.“From now on you shall be known as Just Honey, Mistress of Fellatio, Sweet cunt and My Lolita.” She beamed.

“What shall we do now, Just Honey?”

“Uncle Joe,” She began. “I’m serious. I want you to call me Honey.”

I grinned and nodded. “Ok, Honey” I said. What shall we do now?”

My hand had not moved and my finger was still busy stroking her slit and circling her little clit. Suddenly she kind of wiggled and pulled my wrist against her. I felt my finger slip inside her and she sighed.

“It’s not your cock, but it will do for now. Lets just stay like this and watch tv for a while.” She said.

I felt my cock starting to respond and grunted an “Ok.”

I lost track of what we were watching pretty quickly. Honey’s little sighs and wiggles soon had me fully involved in getting her off. She scooted around and ended up with my hand cupping her from behind with two of my fingers in her juicy cunt while her head lay on my thigh. Honey reached into my shorts with her right hand and began gently rubbing my shaft and balls. Soon I was as hard as an iron bar. It had been years since I was with a woman that could get more than one rise out of me in any twenty-four hours let alone two in and hour and a half.

As soon as Honey had me in the moaning state she climbed into my lap and turned to face the tv. Then she rose up on her feet straddling me, pointed my dick at the hole I had been stuffing two fingers into and then sank down taking all of my seven inches in one long stroke. Then she relaxed back against me and pulled my arms around her.

Honey began a grind-rock-squeeze sequence that had me rocking to the beat of her drum. She seemed to know when I was approaching release and she stopped her delicious torture. Then she would begin again. Soon I was feeling the pain of wanting to cum beating in my balls.

“Ohh Honey, I’m going to MMmmm cum. Ohh.” I said as she squeezed me with her cunt. Suddenly, she began to shudder and shake.

“Mmmee toooo she squealed as her orgasm overtook her.

 My cum rushed up my shaft and I felt it splatter out into her. “Ohh MMMmm, Honey!” I nearly shouted as her out of control shudders and shakes shoved me over the edge into my own long delayed release.

We sat cuddling, watching the Simpsons as my dick deflated and our combined juices leaked out onto the leather couch.

Honey began laughing at the animated antics and her laughter sent fluttering waves tickling down my cock. I was amazed to realize the sensations were making me hard again.

“Ohh! Uncle Joe!” Honey said with a purposeful squeeze of her vaginal muscles. “Are you rising again?”

“Your sweet cunt wont let me rest.” I replied and in a moment of inspiration I tried tickling her ribs. She writhed in laughter and her cunt squeezed my shaft in response.

Honey rocked her head back and smiled at me knowingly. “Uncle Joe, will you keep me? I don’t want to go back to them ever.” A tear formed at the corners of her ice-blue eyes. “Please.” She begged. I could feel the panic rising in her.

“Never. I promise.” I said with a smile. “You are mine.”

Honey grinned and swirled her hips. “Thank you.” She said accenting each word with a solid squeeze of her vaginal muscles.

Little did I know that promise would bring a world of hurt down on some very nasty people.