Unloved

by Koibito

I came into this world unloved. I was born an unnamed female infant child. I was found lying among the garbage at the city dump near death. Two other abandoned children were found that week. The other two babies were adopted almost right away. I was not. I wasn’t an ugly child, just a very, very plain one. My personality was weak and unassuming, so much so that very few people ever took notice of me. Rarely anyone seemed aware of my presence unless I pushed myself, even then I just came off as nervous or scared. To most people, I was invisible. I could sit in front of my teacher’s desk for an entire school year and the teacher still could not remember my name or remember that I was even her student. But hey, that was ok, school was still my favorite place, because at school no one bothered me, no one hit me, and no one brutally raped me. Those things happened to me nearly every day of my life as I was passed from one group home to another. Foster homes were the worst. In foster care, there were two people to abuse you, both physically and sexually. And, yes, I was sexually abused by both the men and the women, together and separately. AND it was always painful, rough, and brutal, never once a pleasure. My abusers all seemed to get more pleasure from my pain and fear than the sex. So, I learned never to react to their abuse, but it didn’t stop the abuse. It just made them try harder. Still I just didn’t want to give them the satisfaction.

Chapter Two

Since, school was the only place I felt safe, it was only natural that I became a teacher. I’m a good teacher, I think. My name is Jane Dunn. Even the social workers didn’t care enough to give a decent name. I’ve been a teacher for over 12 years. I’m 35 years old and 5’6” tall. I have shoulder length mousey brown hair. I’m very skinny, skin and bones most would say. I’ve very pale white skin. I’m a 34C. Like I said before, I am very plain looking. I just don’t stand out at all. I could practically hide in plain sight. I could be the most successful criminal since no could pick me out in a lineup or find me in a surveillance video.

Over the last few years, it’s become more and more difficult to stay in the teaching profession. Not because of the job itself, but due to the trauma of my childhood, I have never been able to be with an adult in an intimate relationship. So, lately I have become very attracted to young girls between the ages of 7 and 11. I want to clearly state for the record, that I have never, not even once, ever touched a student inappropriately. But, I really, really, really want too. I’m constantly fantasizing about one or all of my girls. It’s starting to get out of control, my fantasies have begun to take over my mind without warning. I can usually shut it down at school, but anywhere else I’m at the mercy of my sub-conscious. I was at the mall shopping for some new lingerie at a famous lingerie retailer browsing a sale table near the entrance, when I felt a small tug on my sleeve.

“Hello Miss Dunn” chirped Colin Blasell, the prettiest girl at West End Elementary School.

“Oh, hello Colin, You surprised me.” I replied with a bit of a start.

Colin was smiling her usual ultra-bright and shiny smile. Colin was a super smart, effervescent 11 year old. She had long flowing blonde hair. She stood 5 foot tall and 78 pounds. She has corn flower blue eyes. She was just on the beginning edge of her pubescent glory. Her body, arms, legs, hands, and feet were as perfect as any of the supermodels, only shrunk to scale. Her lovely little bottom must have been molded so that it was perfect in every way. Her chest was perfect for those who prefer girls of Colin’s age. They were just two puffy nipples that sat on the very slight rise of her just budding breasts. “Are you here with your mom, Colin?” I asked.

“No, my mom just dropped me off.” Colin said with a slight hint of embarrassment. “Actually, I’m very glad to see you…” “I was wondering, if you could possibly help me with something, it’s kind of embarrassing and if you’re busy, you of course don’t have to…” Colin rattled off at supersonic speed.

“Of course, I’d love to help you in any way I can.” I blurted out just trying get a word in between her barrage of words.

“Oh really?!!” “Thank you!!” Thank you!!” Thank you!!” Colin squealed with pure unadorned glee.

“What color?” “Pink?” “I love pink!” Colin said rapid fire.

“Whoa, Colin, you want me to help you pick out bras?” I replied nearly frozen in fear.

“Yes, Miss Dunn.” Colin replied with quizzical look.

“Oh, no Colin, I couldn’t possibly…” I stammered red faced.

“Oh, pleaaase Miss Dunn!” Colin pleaded with tears welling in her eyes. “I have no one who will help me, even my own mom ditched me” Tears now running down the beautiful preteens face.

“Alright Colin, I guess pink would be cute.” I whispered.

Colin jumped into my arms, thanking me profusely, and smiling from ear to ear. With that Colin grabbed a few different styles and pulled me into the most remote dressing room.

“Wait a minute, young lady, why do I need to go into the dressing room with you?” I said with a look of confusion and embarrassment.

“So you can check the fit, silly!” Colin laughed at the embarrassed look on my face. “But, that would mean, I would see you only wearing your panties.” I said as I looked for the door.

“Uh huh.” Colin nodded as she shucked the cute pink and white one piece dress she had been wearing only seconds ago.

My jaw must have hit the floor as I stood staring at the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I stood like a statue unable to look away as Colin slid her panties slowly down her slender but shapely legs.

“I’ve seen you checking me out more than a few times, Miss Dunn.” As the totally naked 11 year old moved closer. She was so close, we were only a few inches apart, as she took my right hand with both of her hands and guided to her young cunny. My hand slid naturally into place splitting her perfect hairless peach. I watched as Colin’s eyes rolled back into her head. Her pink tongue licked her lips as her cute little moans tickled my ears and inflamed my growing passion. I felt her wetness grow as she fucked my hand with both her hand and hips in unison. As my fear turned to lust, I reached around and grabbed a handful of Colin’s hair and pulled face to mine, I invaded her mouth with my greedy tongue and wrestled her tongue into submission. Now, we were both panting with uncontrolled passion. Her juices flooded my hand and my juices flooded my panties. I stepped back, breaking our kiss and removing my hand from her precious sex to gently guide her to the padded bench behind her and sat her down never breaking eye contact as our eyes were locked in a passionate embrace. I opened her legs as if I was opening the greatest Christmas present any one had ever received. I knelt between her legs taking both of her tiny breasts in my hands gently massaging them before taking each of the puffy erect nipples in my mouth, each in their own turn. I could have spent an eternity kissing, sucking, and nibbling each of her perfect nipples. But something even sweeter was calling me as Colin’s hands found my shoulders and urged me to go lower. I found my way to her tight belly button and teased it with my tongue, but her hands pressed me to go lower. As I spread Colin’s legs wider, her cunny opened like a blossoming flower with its nectar overflowing. I kissed and licked my way up and down her lovely thighs, I teased her mercilessly.

“Ohhh!!” “Please, Miss Dunn, I need you to… I mean would you, PLEEAASSEE LICK ME DOWN THERE!!!” Colin begged.

“Call me Jane sweetie.” I teased further.

“P P PLEASE JANE!!!”

I began kissing her outer lips first moving down to her tight light pink rosebud which I began tonguing in earnest. When Colin began to rock her hip pressing herself to my face, I knew she was ready. I let my tongue slide between her tiny labia with long swipes.

“Uh uh uh oh oh oh yes Miss Jaaa n e” Th th at f f f feels so good…” Colin stammered between her heavy breathing.

I took my left hand and let it slide under my skirt and into soaking wet panties to give my clit the attention it demanded, as I let my tongue swirl around Colin’s tiny clitty with ever increasing pressure.

“OOOOOooohhhhh!!! Miss Jane YES!!! YES!!! YEESSS!!! Colin screamed as she squirted more girl juice than I’d ever seen. I drank in as much of her sweet, sweet nectar as I could, but she coated my face and hair with her juices.

“Mmmgghh!!! Oh mmmghh gaud” I came with my face held tightly in place, Colin unwilling to let go of my head. I came three times, squirting copiously each time.

When I snapped back to reality. I was half in and half out of my bath tub. Naked, cold, confused, I looked around trying to find my bearings. I realized that my mind had turned fantasy into delusion. I was beginning to lose my grip on reality. I lay on the cold tile floor with my head in my hands sobbing uncontrollably. My head was spinning from guilt, fear, and sadness. And as always, I was alone and very lonely. I spent the next six months searching for my sanity in therapy. At last the school year was coming to an end, and for the first time I chose not to teach summer school. I needed a break. I needed to be away from children.

Chapter Three.

I drove home. Parked my car in the garage, and sat in the darkness, wondering what I did to deserve this life. The more I thought about it the angrier I got. I got out of the car and went into the kitchen.

‘God, I thought to myself, this was far worse than what you did to Job.” “It’s not fair, not fair at all,” as I reached for a large bottle of single malt whiskey and a glass that I had purchased just for this occasion.

It was supposed to be a celebration, but who the hell celebrates alone. I stormed my way to the patio and filled my glass with the equivalent of ten shots and drank nearly all of it in a single gulp. The burning alcohol brought me to my knees. I managed to crawl on to a patio divan. Within a few minutes, I had passed out. So much for railing against God and the world, I was out cold.

My hangover brought me out of self-induced coma. My eyes opened to find two large brown eyes peering into mine. I found myself covered snugly by a blanket I usually keep in my bedroom. The aroma of fresh coffee filled my nostrils. A heavenly little angel was offering me a cup of hot coffee. She helped me to sit up and take the mug into my unsteady hands. Though it was the beginning of summer, this morning was fairly cold, so she clad herself in another blanket from my bed. This small Latina girl maybe 8 or 9 years old had found me and took care of me.

“My name is Martina.” My angel said with the most wonderful smile. “Why you asleep outside?”

“I didn’t mean to.” I said trying to hide my shame.

“I think maybe you drink too much of the whiskey.” She said teasingly. “It ok, mi papa sometime used to drink too much also, he was very funny when he drinks.” I smiled at her and thanked her for taking care of me. “My name is Jane.”

“Come with me.” She took my hand and helped me to my feet.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“We are going to the bath.” She smiled sweetly.

“Okey dokey.” I staggered behind her still feeling the hangover.

I felt like a lamb being led to slaughter. When we reached the bathroom, Martina turned on the lights, but she quickly dimmed them. She shrugged off the blanket she had been wearing like a cloak. When my eyes finally adjusted to the light, I saw the light brown face of my angel clearly for the first time. She had big brown eyes that warmed you from the inside out. She had the tiny nose and small mouth of a beautiful nine year old girl child. She was skinny like a child who had spent some time on the street. Her clothes were dirty as like someone on the street as well. But her body looked and smelled sweet and clean.

“Please sit.” She bent to the side and patted the edge of the tub.

I obeyed my little caretaker and sat on the edge of the tub. Martina plugged the drain and turned the hot water on full, then moved directly in front of me. She reached out with her small hands and took the blanket from around my body. Next, Martina raised her hands straight up over her head and did a cute little wiggle urging me to do the same. I followed her lead, wiggle and all. She reached down to my waist and pulled my sweater up over my head. Next, her tiny hands quickly and deftly unbuttoned my starched white shirt. Next, my bra fell from my body as if by magic. Martina motioned for me to stand, I did as directed, and suddenly I was completely naked. Martina tested the water, then gently helped me into the tub. Martina removed her t-shirt exposing her flat chest with just two small adorable crimson nipples. She pulled off her jeans and panties in a flash. She was so smooth all over, not an ounce of fat anywhere. Her brown little bottom was just begging me to rain kisses on it. She stepped into the tub behind me and took my hands and held them to my tummy and lowered me into the tub so that we were both kneeling in the water. When she let go of me, I let go a sigh of sadness. I was soon elated to feel her slippery little hands washing by back with liquid body wash. Martina thoroughly washed me everywhere she could reach including my bottom. She got out of the tub to move to my front side. She got back in and stood in front of me. She slowly rubbed body wash from her chest and down to her hairless cunny. Next, Martina straddled my legs which I had extended and sat in my lap putting her arms around my neck and kissed me. It was my first kiss. Yes, that’s right, my first kiss ever and it was wondrous. It may have been my first kiss, but I don’t know if it was Martina’s first kiss because she seemed to be very good at it. After, losing myself in that kiss, she broke the kiss by pulling back just a little so could use her body to wash mine. The contact of her smooth slippery body sent a thousand tingles each time she rubbed against one or both of my erect nipples. Stopping to kiss me again and again each time growing more passionate. After a while she stopped and helped me to my feet. She placed my left foot on the edge of tub. She started with my thighs kissing and teasing up one side and down the other. She expertly stoked the fires of my anticipation, until I couldn’t stand it anymore. She kissed my perfectly shaven pussy (of course its hairless/shaved right?). Her nimble tongue tickled and teased my dripping pussy. Martina inserted two fingers into my pussy and attacked my clit with her tongue. It seemed like only seconds later, I came in buckets. My body shuddered. I came six times, squirting what seemed to be gallons at a time.

“Ohhh my Martina!!!” ” I’mm cumming again!!” ” OOOHHH!!!” “Yessss, baby!!!” I screamed. After the last orgasm my body was trembling so hard I could no longer stand, so Martina helped me to sit on edge of tub. Martina began drying me kissing each spot of my body she had just dried with the towel. When she was done drying me she helped me to the bedroom. After she lay me in bed, she said.

“You need food.” As she turned and went to the kitchen.

I must have dosed off, because I was awakened by tiny butterfly kisses. Perhaps, the most wonderful way to be woken. Martina had brought two plates of eggs, bacon, and toast for us to eat. Surprisingly, I was famished, we both ate like we hadn’t eaten in a week. When our plates were cleaned, I asked.

“How did you come to be here, sweetie?”

“I looking for a place to hide from the bad man.”

“What bad man?” I asked.

“He is coyote” Martina answered.

“The coyote brought you here?” I asked, a little confused.

“When, the truck stop, I run away.” “He chase me.” “Your gate only one not locked, so I come in the back.” She continued. “I hide in shadows and I pray for help.” “The coyote, he come, but a light come from nowhere and scare him away.” “In the light, I see your face.” “God tell me, you will save me.” She said as tears rolled down her face. Martina explained that two months ago both her mother and father were killed when they were caught in the crossfire of two rival drug cartels. They were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. She saw them die from the family car only 50 feet away. Having no living relatives, she was just pushed out on the street by the so called authorities. She was forced to do anything to earn money to stay alive. She had a fear of men so the only thing she wouldn’t do was have sex with many of the men who propositioned her. She went without food for days at time. Living anywhere she could find food and shelter, until three days, ago she was abducted by coyotes, who were also human traffickers. She was told that she would have to work off the cost of her being brought the U.S. by prostituting herself to rich pedophiles. Of course they had no intention of letting her go.

I took her in my arms and held her tightly for a long time. I kissed her tears away and said.

“I am going save you and I will always be with you no matter what.” I promised her.

I kissed her small lips softly, then I gently took her upper lip and sucked on it and then her lower lip. Then I parted her lips with my tongue and we let our tongues dance together in love. I broke the kiss because my mouth needed to taste anything her beautiful little body had to offer. I feasted on her small chest. I gently massaged her chest while I sucked her tiny nipple into erection. I sucked and nibbled upon the cutest little nipples. It nearly broke my heart to leave them but I wanted more. I kissed my way down to her hairless cunny. I gave it a kiss before I spread her legs wide and lifted them so her little brown rosebud was exposed and mine for the taking. I held her by her adorable little buns spreading them open, I lowered my head and let my tongue make love to her little brown bottom.

“Jane!” “OHH” “It feels sooo good.” Martina cried out. “Please don’t stop!!” She begged.

I had no intention of stopping. If I could, I would lick her until my tongue fell out. I reached around and over, so I could finger her little clit. I rubbed her little nub and ate her little bottom with 35 years of pent up passion. Martina’s hips began to buck wildly against my face. I put my open mouth over her wet little cunny as she squirted a least three times. “I cum!!!” “I cum!! “Jane!!!” “I cum!!!!” Martina shrieked

I say with great pride, I was able to swallow at least ninety percent of it. We cuddled for a long time, before I suggested we go shopping for clothes.

Chapter Four

We had a blast. We went to the up-scale mall near my home and bought nearly everything in sight. Although, a teacher’s salary is meager at best, being single and a shrewd investor, I was quite comfortable financially. Not only did we buy at least a dozen outfits, we bought her a tablet and the newest iPhone, to boot. We ate and drank junk food. We had surf and turf at a high priced steak house for dinner. Martina even made my fantasy at the lingerie store cum true, sorry pun intended. We were so out of control we almost got caught. Even though we bought tons of pretty panties and camisoles, I didn’t want to let her wear any panties just yet. I needed to have those sexy beautiful buns at my disposal at a seconds notice. I just can’t keep my hands and mouth off her little bottom. Martina didn’t mind in the least, since she kept flashing me every chance she got. Finally, exhausted and completely out of room for anything else to fit in my car, we went home.

As I unlocked the door to the kitchen in the garage, I was knocked to the floor by a blow to the back of my head. Fortunately for me the bat hit the door jamb first before it hit me or I would have been dead for sure. It was the man, the coyote, who had chased Martina. He had Martina in his dirty hands. He raised his hand to backhand Martina as he screamed at her.

“How dare you run away!!!?”

I leap to my feet grabbing the baseball bat he had dropped and swung as hard as I could. I missed him the first time. I hit the cabinet with a loud bang. I just kept swinging. There were several more loud bangs, then a loud cracking sound of the bat hitting his head, then the thud of his body hitting the floor. I stood over his lifeless body and stared at a crater that started at the top left part of his head that continued down to his pushed over nose. I saw the gun in his hand just as I felt the pain of the three gunshot wounds in my chest and stomach. I fell first to my knees, then rolled to my back as I fell to the floor. Martina ran to my side crying and pleading with me not to leave her. As she cradled my head in her lap, I told her.

“Martina, I love you very much, as long as you remember me, I will always be with you.”

“I always love you, Jane, I always remember you.” Martina promised me.

“You save me, just like God say.” “He say you needed love, so I should give you my love, but I love you anyway, I love you first time I see you.”

I died with a smile on my face, because I knew her words were true. I had fulfilled my destiny. It was my destiny to save Martina’s life. I smiled mostly, because I was finally loved by someone. I may have been born unloved, but I didn’t die unloved. The End.