Message-ID: <20946asstr$942261002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Post-Date: Sun, 7 Nov 1999 16:25:31 -0800 (PST) From: S C Subject: {ASSM} {GALAGO}Macy (Spirit Chaser) (inc,cons,pedo) X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=X-UNKNOWN Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from QUOTED-PRINTABLE to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id TAA32723 Date: Wed, 10 Nov 1999 14:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin My apologies for my tardiness, I have been very busy. This is something I have been working on. It has been submitted elsewhere too, I have not had time to write anything new. Again, my apologies. If you do not accept simultaneous submissions, please let me know, and I will correct it. Thank you. Spirit Chaser *********************************************** "Macy" Macy sat in the hot car seat, watching out the window as her parents carried the last of their belongings out of the house and loaded them into the back of the little station wagon. She watched as her father stood in front of the little house and gazed up at it, a look of relief on his face. Her mother joined him and then they both had their backs to the little girl as they bade their final farewells to the little ramshackle dwelling which had served as home for the past six years, three of which Macy was a part of. She watched without emotion as the two adults sighed in unison, and held their arms about each other…..and she wondered once again, why were they leaving? She pushed against the safety belt that strapped her to the seat, it was too tight, and the seat was too small. Her parents knew this, but refused to allow her to ride in the car without it. If there ever was a definition of dislike for her, if she could understand what it meant on a basic level, then Macy disliked the safety seat, and wished every time she had to sit in the thing that it might be the last. But it never was… “You’re too little Macy.” Her mother had explained one day in response to her silent protests. She cinched the safety belt tight around the plastic car seat and ruffled Macys soft, brown hair. “Sorry little one, you’re just going to have to live with it until you’re a little older. Otherwise, you might fly out of the car….now, we wouldn’t want that to happen, would we?” Macy sat in the seat, staring at her mother, her face expressionless. Caroline sat back and frowned. “Why don’t you try and smile a little Macy? A pretty little girl like you shouldn’t always look so sad.” Macy sat there for a moment, silent……..but then, she was always silent. She hadn’t said a comprehendible word all her life. She shrugged, her dark eyes staring unblinking at her mother. Caroline smiled brokenly at her little daughter, stood, and closed the car door. It closed with a resounding whump, causing the child to blink slightly. Macy sat in the seat, between the front seats, with full view of the road, and where whoever was driving could keep an eye on her in the rear view mirror. Not that there was anything to keep an eye on……Macy never made a sound, she never complained, she never cried, she never laughed…she never did….anything. She just sat there and stared between the seats. As a little baby, she had been the same way. At first the doctors thought it had been autism, but because of her comprehension of the world around her, and her responses to stimulus, that hypothesis was soon changed to extreme shyness. Caroline and John were stumped, they had no idea why she was like this. They decided it was best they not try and force anything on the child, she would learn in her own good time. However, because of Macys strangeness, and her quiet, emotionless attitude, she made both of them uncomfortable at times. That day, the day her mother had ruffled her hair and frowned……Macy watched as the car left the driveway, turned into the street and began to speed up. She was quite aware of the world around her, much more so than her parents might have ever thought possible. She was actually quite intelligent, and recognized the reasons they treated her in the manner they did. She chose to be silent, because….within her child’s mind, she had no way in which to express herself, the words fell beyond her mental grasp. Her young mind could not form the words to express her feelings. She did not know the emotion of happiness….it was a concept that went beyond her, as well as fear…..she could not grasp the meanings, and did not possess the instinct to act on such feelings. She was simply…..there… She had watched….and felt the motion of the car as it went over the bumpy streets…..she felt the pull of gravity as it made it’s way around the corners. She felt the pressure of the plastic restraining bar across her chest every time the car slowed to a stop… It was too tight…….and she wished her mother would loosen it…… Without truly understanding how she did it, or what she was doing……she reached out to her mother, not with her hands….but with the fingers of her mind…. Loosen it…….she thought. Not with words…thoughts, images…..of which only a child might understand…...there were no words available to the child…. With intensity, her mind touched that of her mothers. Caroline shifted uncomfortably in her seat, she looked around nervously, as if someone were watching her from a hidden place. She reached over and switched on the air conditioner, fanning herself with her other hand. The car started forward again, and Macy gave up on her mother. There were times when she felt she could do this….to push people into doing something she thought about. It was quite simple actually, she just sent her thoughts forward and concentrated on the individual who might best be considered her target. So far the best she had been able to accomplish was nothing more that a slight twinge, nervousness from the other party. And now she watched her mother and father as they turned their backs on the little house, and walked hand in hand to the car. Her father positioned himself behind the wheel and started the engine, her mother opened the passenger door and climbed in. And from that day forward……Macy’s life began to change….. After it seemed as if they were driving for days, the little car pulled into the little driveway and bumped noisily over the gravel, until finally coming to rest next to the house that they would call their new home. John turned the motor off and leaned back in the seat, rubbing his eyes. It had been an exhausting drive. Macy sat in the car seat, not moving, not even trying to get herself free from the straps that bound her to it. She stared straight ahead, at the large dark mouth of the garage that the car was parked in front of. The door was open, yet the light from the fading day barely penetrated any further than a few feet inside…the shelves that might have been visible along the wall the entire length were instead swallowed up into the gloom like the teeth of a giant prehistoric creature… The little girl was standing in the doorway, wearing a white dress and a large pink bow in her hair. She was about Macy’s age, blonde, shoulder length hair, her eyes dark with mystery. She had a small aristocratic nose, a china doll face. She smiled, waved, and disappeared into the darkness of the garage…. Macy didn’t respond. She watched the girls exit emotionlessly…..but in the darkness of her mind, she began to wonder….. There wasn’t enough time in the rest of the day to bother with unloading the car, so Macy’s parents only brought in a few things for the night…..blankets, pillows, and the few battered suitcases from the trunk. They had already eaten from one of the many fast food restaurants on the interstate, so they weren’t hungry. Although, the food sat in their gullets like the rocks on the bottom of a stream. Macy stood in the living room, alone in the darkness as her parents shambled around the empty house. She stood there, listening to the sounds of the footfalls and the hollow voices of the adults as they moved from room to room. Suddenly, the lights in the living room switched on, and the triumphant sound of her fathers voice echoed from somewhere in the basement. She squinted at the harsh glare of the small chandelier that hung in the foyer, and looked around the room. Wooden panels covered the walls from floor to ceiling, a dark wood not unlike mahogany. They reflected the glow of the single lamp hanging down from the ceiling with an illustrious sheen…given to it from countless years of polishing and careful maintenance. The room was unfurnished, and the worn hardwood floor glowed, giving it an almost glass like appearance. A large fireplace took up almost the entire wall directly in front of her. Composed of what appeared to be native stone with a marble threshold. Although Macy had never actually seen a fireplace before in all her young life, she was instantly drawn to it with the interest of the small child she was. She walked towards it until she was standing almost directly underneath the mantle and looked up at the object that had captured her attention. The painting was old and cracked. The brittle edges were beginning to peel and flake from countless years of neglect, and the paint itself was faded and dusty. It was an image of a young girl, about four years old, sitting on a bed, her right leg was cocked at an angle on the bed, while her left leg hung down to the floor. Both were clad in white stockings with little pink ribbons tied at the bottom, near the pink dress shoes.….. Her head was cocked at the painter, and she was smiling. She was wearing a flowery white dress with pink piping around the sleeves and high cut collar. In her hair was a pink bow with white ribbons that mixed with the honey colored hair to her shoulders. In her left hand she was holding a teddy bear, brown and white….and missing the right eye. Her right hand was resting on the bed, next to a large jewelry box. The box was open, and directly under the lid was a tiny ballerina, her hands up and her feet pointed….frozen perpetually in the painting. Her eyes were full of laughter, yet dark with mystery. Behind those eyes…….there were secrets…..secrets that lay buried. Her mouth was drawn in a smile, revealing teeth, that if the painting were new, might have been a perfect white….however, because of the obvious age, they were dull and gray. Macy studied the painting. And for the first time in her life, there was a spark of wonder in her mind. She tilted her head to one side and studied the girl in the painting….she studied the dress, the teddy bear….and for some reason….her eyes she studied most of all. “Macy?” Her mother's voice drifted out of the depths of the house. “Come here sweetie, we have to get you ready for bed, it’s late.” Macy turned away from the painting at the sound of her mothers voice. She looked towards the hall where it seemed to come from. She stood that way for a moment….then, turned back to the painting. And it was no surprise to her to see that…..there was no painting……in it’s place was nothing but a dusty wall….and an empty mantle. As if there had never been anything there in the first place. Macy stared at the empty wall with no inflection whatsoever, then slowly, she turned and started walking towards the sound of her mothers voice. At the entrance to the hall, she stopped and turned around once more to look at the mantle above the fireplace. The painting hung above the stone facade as if it had been there for centuries….and in it…the girl was no longer smiling. She was crying. Macy turned away and went towards the back of the house. She was sleeping on several of the blankets, folded and spaced evenly, they formed a sort of makeshift bed, suitable for her sleep, but uncomfortable to no end. The childs breast rose and fell in time to the soft sound of her breathing as she slept. Unknown to the child, a small figure detached itself from the darkness in the corner of the room…..as if it had been there all along… and silently approached her sleeping form. It stood over her for a long time, as if studying her…then….it bent down, and slowly drew the thin blanket away from her body….exposing her legs and waist. Macy was wearing her usual bedclothes….a short pink nightgown that barely reached her knees when she was standing, and had drawn up to almost her waist while she lay sleeping….her legs had drawn slightly apart, and the small vee of her white cotton panties could be seen in the silver light of the moon as it filtered in through the window of the room. A small hand reached out and traced the girls left leg up the elastic waistband of her panties….where it stopped and tugged at them ever so slightly. Little fingers slipped under the material and touched warm flesh…they crept up slowly until they rested on the thin slit of the little girls sex. Another hand appeared and softly tugged at the elastic waistband of the panties….and slowly began to draw them down….until they slipped off…..both hands grasped the panties and pulled them down to the little girls ankles….exposing her sex completely to the night air. Macy opened her mouth slightly and gasped as the cool air touched her skin…under her eyelids…..a slight flutter of movement as the girl dreamed. The figure hesitated as the little girl shifted on the blankets…and when she was still once again…little fingers reached out and traced the thin slit of the secret place between her legs. Macy gasped again as the fingers touched her little pussy…she opened her legs a little more as they gently forced themselves between the puffy lips and began to massage her tiny little button…. Her legs opened wider….allowing the little fingers easy access. The little hands reached down and pulled Macys panties completely off….allowing them to drop near the girls feet…they then pushed the little girls legs open as wide as they could go….completely exposing the childs hairless slit….and the tiny hole at the base…. Little hands massaged the moist inner lips….rubbing gently up and down the entire length of it. Even as young as she was……Macy was no ordinary child…and she moaned as the fingers stimulated her little pussy. Her mouth opened in a tiny ‘O’ of pleasure as they gently rubbed her tiny clit…...pinching it slightly between them. She raised her ass in the air as they found their way down to her little anus and gently rubbed the rim…..poking it gently….slipping inside.. An entire finger went into her little butt, up to the last knuckle and massaged the sensitive walls of her virgin ass..it pulled out slowly…then sank back in again…deep into her rectum. Although she was still asleep…some inner instinct caused Macy to reach down and grab her legs from behind her knees and she drew her them into the air, hanging on to them fast to her chest.….the nightgown fell to her lower back. The finger pulled out of her ass…then slowly pushed back in….all the way…. Macy began to moan softly…and for the first time in her young life….her face contorted in pleasure as the finger began to piston itself in and out of her little body. Faster and faster it went……the sounds of the little hand slapping against her buttocks were the only sounds in the entire room besides the harsh breathing of Macys pleasure. She began to react to it…her little bottom rose and fell in rhythm to the thrusts of the finger that was invading her little body…… Then the finger stopped in midthrust….half buried in the little girls rectum…a face appeared over Macys crotch….and if she had opened her eyes at that moment, she would have seen the face of her molester….the face of another child. A tongue reached out and tasted her sex. It lightly touched the hairless lips and traced the furrow of her sex down the entire length….lapping up her sweat…..forcing itself between the puffy little lips……until it touched the soft inner folds of the little girls pussy. The finger in her ass twisted slightly in time to the tongue as it invaded her body as well. Macy woke up. She stared at the ceiling….vaguely wondering as to the reasons why she was holding her legs against her chest, and why her panties were off……her bottom felt strange…as if she had just gone to the bathroom…. She was alone in the bedroom…..and the secret place between her legs was soaking wet. She slowly lowered her legs and touched her wetness….she raised one finger to her lips and curiously tasted the sweetness of her own sex….. She then lowered her finger once again to her little pussy and began to rub it…..and her body shuddered slightly as she touched the little bud at the top of her slit….she closed her eyes…a feeling unlike any she had ever felt before coursed through her little body as she did this. An indescribable feeling of which she had no definition…but she understood on a basic level, that she enjoyed it. She masturbated harder…..faster….in an attempt to achieve an unknown goal. Something that had to happen…what…she did not know, but for the first time in her life, raw passion began to flow through her body….and a craving for more intensified her pleasure all the more. She slipped a finger inside her body as hard as she could…..and gasped at the slight pain it caused her as it came to rest against the soft, thin barrier that was her virginity. She had sunk her finger almost up to the last knuckle, straining against the little flap of skin inside her body. She tested it, probed it gently….trying to decide what it was….wondering if she could get past it. For some reason however….she decided that it was best if she left it alone….she didn’t know why, instinct told her that she shouldn’t…this was to remain intact. Her little body shuddered…she rubbed her tiny clit harder and faster, pumping her finger in and out of her pussy as fast and as hard as she dared….until finally…she reached a peak in her ecstasy, and her little butt rose off the floor and she moaned loudly as the little girl had her first orgasm.. She stayed that way for a long time…her little body racked with pleasure as wave after wave hit her full force, her mouth opened in an ‘O’ of raw passion…her eyes closed tightly and her little fist jammed between her outstretched legs. Wetness leaked down between her buttocks, coating her little butthole and soaking into the blanket underneath. She pulled her finger out of her pussy and slipped it into her rectum as far as she could, using the wetness of her own orgasm for lubrication. She finger fucked her little butt, each time she pushed it in, she tried to get it in further..until she had her finger all the way in…..but it still wasn’t enough…so she forced another in..gasping a little as it slipped past the first knuckle to rest nest to it’s companion. She now had two of her little fingers pushed completely inside her no longer virgin butt. She pushed them in and out slowly, moaning softly each time they went inside her…. Faster and faster she did this….until….she could feel another orgasm beginning to approach.. She sped up, slapping her palm against her body as she brought herself to a powerful threshold, and her body reacted violently to the stimulation it was receiving. Her butt rose up further off the floor and she squealed slightly as the orgasm hit her, shaking her from head to toe…she crammed her fingers in as deeply as she could and held them there until the feeling began to subside. Then…slowly, she removed them, and lowered her legs to the floor once more..sighing loudly. She lay there for a long time like that…….her eyes closed, and her chest rising in falling rapidly as the last vestiges of the orgasm finally passed…and left her little body exhausted. Although she was not even four yet, Macys body was developing much faster than the average child…..and she decided, as she lay there on the makeshift floor, half naked, resting in her own wetness, and relishing the dying orgasm she had just given herself…that she liked the feelings it had given her very much…. Enough to do it again as many times as she wished. But within her mind, and with thoughts and images only a child could understand, she wondered who..or what…..had given her the knowledge of this wonderful gift. Macy sat up and retrieved her panties from where they lay at the base of her feet and pulled them on, wincing slightly as they passed over her little bottom…it was a little sore from the invasion of her own fingers, and the fingers of the unknown person who had started this little experiment in the first place. She pulled them up and lay down on the damp blankets. She covered herself and stared at the ceiling without expression on her face…. What was it that had woken her up? She turned her head and faced the window……and that is when she saw it. The teddy bear was laying on the floor in the corner of the room, it’s face partially hidden from the silver beam of the moonlight as it filtered in through the window. It’s single eye stared unseeingly at her….a knowing little smile on the matted face…. And she knew…… She liked this…. And she wanted more….something a little different....something a little bolder. She closed her eyes….and her mind sought to reach out to the mind of her father as he slept. John was dreaming deeply when something strange happened… At first he was at the Mall, Caroline was looking through the windows at the jewelry and clothing as they walked hand in hand through the crowds. In his left hand, he held Macys limp little fingers, tugging the girl along like a child dragging a pull toy. He was bored and tired, he wanted to get home….there was something that he had to do….but he couldn’t quite grasp exactly what it was…it floated constantly out of reach of his senses. Then suddenly…… Here he was…..in a large bedroom. He was standing next to a large, heavy dresser. Dark wood that glowed from countless polishes, a large, round mirror adorning the back of it. Intricate carvings in the wooden frame followed the glass around it’s diameter. He was completely naked and holding something soft and fuzzy in his right hand. He looked down and opened his hand to see what it was…and saw a picture of Big Bird on cotton cloth….it was a pair of Macys panties, exactly like the pair she had worn to bed only hours before. Puzzled, he studied the panties….wondering why he should be holding them in the first place…. There was a sound from the corner of the room….and when he looked up towards it, he realized….that this room was the bedroom in which Macy was sleeping…..except, it was now furnished with furniture he didn’t recognize. A huge four poster bed, a pink canopy with frilly lace that hid what lay beneath it. Pictures on the wall, posters such as Sesame Street and childish cartoons. Toys lay scattered across the floor haphazardly….cars, dolls, doll clothing. Crayons and markers lay scattered on a small desk with an equally small chair in the corner of the room. Frilly lace curtains covered the windows, white wallpaper with dancing pink unicorns covered the walls.. A little girls bedroom. His little girls bedroom….he knew this for some reason….He didn’t understand how he knew……. But he KNEW it was Macys bedroom. So…why was he standing in his daughters bedroom…..naked…..and holding a pair of her panties in his hand? A sound from the canopy…the sound of someone rolling over on the bed. He walked towards the bed….his heart beating in his chest like a triphammer, and his fingers clinging tightly to the panties in his hand. He drew the curtains aside….and gazed down at the girl in the bed. Macy wasn’t completely naked, she was wearing her little nightgown, but no panties. Of course not, you’re holding those in your hand. He thought. He swallowed hard as he followed her body with his eyes….gazing for an uncertain time on the thin slit of her little pussy….when he reached her face, he saw that the little girl was watching him as he soaked in her childish beauty. He swallowed hard again….and opened his mouth to ask her what she thought she was doing….. And nothing came out but a little squeak….. God….she was gorgeous….even as young as she was, he discovered with dismay…that already his body was beginning to react to the sight of the childs sexuality. He was as hard as a rock, and his cock stuck almost straight up. It was perhaps the largest erection he had ever sported…..and he knew, that if it wasn’t satisfied soon, he was going to ejaculate all over the little girl at any second. He looked stupidly down at the panties in his hand, and then back to his daughter spread eagled on the bed. Her hands were behind her head, and she looked at him expectantly. His eyes flicked from hers down to her hairless crotch….because of the position of her legs, he could see the soft inner folds of her moist pussy…..the inner lips flared bright red with desire. This is impossible……she can’t be feeling sex…hell she isn’t even four for christ sakes! He thought this desperately…. Then rationality took control. This is a dream….this isn’t real….and I do not like it. He closed his eyes and concentrated……. Wake up….. But when he opened them….Macy was still there, gazing at him in her usual, flat manner. Her legs spread wide open….her sex exposed completely to him. She reached down with one hand and spread the lips of her pussy open wide, opening it up and allowing him to see the fiery red heat of her passion. She was so tiny….and so frail…..his love went out to her, and his heart swelled with a deep feeling that only a father knows for his daughter…. and he then embraced his daughter on the bed. He lay down on top of her, dwarfing her little body beneath his own. His hands were on either side of her head and above it, holding himself up, so he didn’t crush her completely. His cock thumped softly between her legs, resting on her pussy, lubricating itself in her juices as he slid the shaft up and down between the moistened lips. Her little legs were bent up against his chest now, barely reaching his nipples. He grabbed them by the ankles and spread them apart as he slid his cock up and down the length of her increasingly wet slit. She looked up at him, a flat stare, but in her eyes, he saw desire, and he felt the heat of her passion between her legs. He wasn’t a very large man, perhaps only five inches, and not thick in the slightest. He was quite conscientious about his manhood and, in many ways, sort of ashamed of it. His cock was more like that of a boy than a man…..and for the first time, he realized, that he might just be able to fuck his little daughter without actually hurting her… And this excited him. All taboos cast aside, morality gone….he reached down and slipped the head of his cock further down until he touched the entrance to her little hole. Macy closed her eyes and shifted forward, allowing him easier access to her hairless pussy. He grabbed her ankles with one hand, holding himself up with other…after all, he didn’t want to smother her, and he pushed them over her head. Doing so caused his cock to slip in a little further. He pushed it in about an inch, relishing the unbelievable tightness of Macys cunt. He could feel her squeezing the head of his cock, trying to pull him in more….and he pushed against his daughter. The first few inches slipped in and Macy gasped loudly, her eyes closed tightly as her father began to fuck her slowly. John watched, fascinated as the hairless lips of his daughters cunt sucked greedily at his cock as he pushed it deeper into her body. He let go of her ankles and leaned over her, covering her completely and pressing her upturned face against his chest and pushed his cock into the childs body…..until he had it in to the hilt. Then he began to fuck her harder. Slowly, and with deep thrusts, he fucked his little daughter, feeling the tiny muscles of her pussy massaging the sides of his cock, squeezing it with each thrust as it pushed into her body. Macy moaned loudly and began to rotate her hips as he fucked her. He reached down and grabbed her buttocks, pushing her closer to him in an attempt to get even deeper in her pussy. Slowly at first, then speeding up, John fucked his little girl. Pumping in and out of her hairless pussy, wet with desire as untapped energies burst forth from her body and she responded accordingly. With strokes long and hard, hard enough to move the child forward on the bed, he pumped in and out of her body, sitting up now and then to watch the slick shaft as is disappeared and reappeared repeatedly. The little girl began to moan in time with his thrusts, and her pussy clenched tightly around the shaft of his cock each time he slid it deep within her body. John closed his eyes and enjoyed the best fuck he had ever had in his life. Their motions began to increase as the passion between father and daughter exploded. They fucked in earnest, his cock pistoning in out of his daughter little cunt faster and faster…until it was but a blur of motion. John began to grunt with animal lust for this child, and he fucked her as hard as he could, harder than he had ever made love to his wife….Macys mother…. And then….within their passion…the girls body tensed……her pussy tightened around the base of his cock like a vise, refusing to let it go…..and she was suddenly much wetter than before. Macy groaned and her ass came up off the bed, forcing her fathers cock even further into her body. John groaned in unison with his daughters ecstasy and sank as deep as he could into her cunt….. And as his seed splashed against the inside of the little girls pussy….he knew….. That this was no dream…… It was real. Gone was the furniture in the bedroom, the posters, the toys on the floor. The poster bed was nothing other than a collection of thin blankets on the floor of the room….jumbled into a mass, and stained wet with the heat of passion from the both of them. Sometime during the night….he had ended up in his daughters bedroom, and for some odd reason…..began to fuck her. But he didn’t care about that now…..all he wanted was to continue. He pumped in and out of the childs body, ignoring her grunts each time he slammed his cock to the hilt inside her pussy, only wanting to cum again…...striving to satisfy his lust for her innocence. Macy didn’t protest, nor did she try and push him away. She instead pulled him closer. Because of the differences in their sizes, he couldn’t kiss her mouth, so he instead kissed the top of her head each time he pulled out of her body. The bottom of her ass was wet and slick with the combined mixture of their cum, running down the crack and soaking her little pink nightgown. John didn’t care about that….he didn’t care about anything other than fucking her. God….she was so sexy….so tight, so unbelievably tight… And it felt indescribably fantastic. They went on like this for some time..until finally….both exhausted…..he collapsed over the child…his cock beginning to wither inside her body…..spent completely of its cargo. He pulled out and lay next to his daughter…….and with dismay…wondered what would happen next…. No one must find out…..it was the first thought that came to him. Hell, I’ll go to jail…. What the hell is the matter with me? He held his head in his hands and squeezed his temples tightly….. He dropped his hands in his lap and looked over at Macy. She wasn’t asleep….she was instead watching him….silently…with her usual flat stare once again on her features. Emotionlessly, she reached up and touched her fathers lips…..he could smell her pussy on her tiny fingers…she traced them from side to side……and then, abruptly sat up and kissed him on the lips….. Where the hell is she getting this? She is not even four for chrissakes…… He watched her as she stood…..retrieved her panties and put them on. She then looked at him expectantly……and he realized his nakedness once again. His underwear and top, what he usually slept in….were piled on the floor next to the door…he must have removed them in his sleep when he entered the bedroom. He stood up and pulled them on. Then turned and silently left the room, closing the door behind him as he went. Macy waited until she could no longer hear her fathers shuffling footsteps as he walked down the hall to his own bedroom….she listened to his silence as he stood outside her door for a long time…..waiting for him to leave. When he finally did……her fingers crept down to her tender little pussy and touched it lightly…she winced a little as the cotton of her panties brushed against the sore lips….and for the first time in her life…..a smile of contentment touched Macy’s lips. As the first light of the dawn began to filter in through the window, signaling the beginning of the new day….Macy closed her eyes and fell asleep once more. And as her entry into deep sleep commenced….the light, soft chuckle of a child came from the corner of the room…..and out of the fading darkness, a small hand took hold of the teddy bear and it disappeared into the shadows…. 2 Macy stood naked in front of the mirror as her mother towel dried her hair and patted her damp body from her usual early morning bath. She watched in silence as Caroline worked her way down her little legs and patted the secret place between them. For a moment, her mother walked out of sight of the vision in the mirror, and Macy stood alone, naked and cold, yet she did not respond to the chill of the early morning breeze wafting in through the open window next to the sink. She stood that way for less than a minute, waiting patiently as her mother returned once again with a small bundle of clothing in her hands. Panties and socks, and a light blue dress that Macy was in danger of outgrowing very soon. She accepted the prodding and jerks as her mother fitted the dress over her head and allowed her arms to be gently forced into the sleeves without protest, a blank stare on her face. Her visage in the mirror stood without emotion. She lifted one leg in response to her mother as she pulled the clean pair of panties up over her knees and fitted them tightly around her waist and crotch. And the image in the mirror did not change. It remained as emotionless as a tree. She allowed her mother to brush her drying hair, not even bothering to wince at the slight pain as the brush pulled through the tangles…. And the image of the little girl standing in the corner of the room behind her mother did not change. She was still wearing the white dress, with the pink piping…..smiling mischievously, holding the ragged teddy bear and stroking it with her free hand. The pink bow in her hair shone brightly in the bare light of the bathroom, reflecting off the girls honey colored hair with unnatural brilliance. Macy stood in front of the mirror, watching the girl, no emotion on her face whatsoever, and no indication that there was another presence in the room besides mother and child. Caroline pulled two ponytails from Macys hair and fastened them with bright blue ribbons, allowing them to trail down to her shoulders. Although Macy had no grasp of the concept, she was an exceptionally beautiful child, and it was no wonder her father was so taken by her the night before. Caroline turned Macy away from the mirror and faced her. She dabbed the childs face with a wash cloth and kissed her on the forehead. “Now, don’t you look pretty Macy? The prettiest little girl in the world….?” She asked her cheerfully, not really expecting an answer. Macy fixed her mother with a flat stare, slowly raised her arm, and pointed one finger in the direction of the sink, where the little girl was standing only moments before. Caroline stared at her daughter, to stupefied to even bother to look in the direction Macy was indicating. This was the first sign of life her daughter had ever given her in the way of communication. “Girlie.” Macy said in a high pitched, childish voice. Her expression remained as flat as the floor she was standing upon. Caroline was speechless…..she placed one hand to her mouth and gasped. Her little daughter had actually said something……the first word she had ever uttered in her entire life. “Macy……oh my lord….” Caroline breathed softly. She mustered all of the strength her voice would allow and prepared herself to call to her husband. “Girlie……there.” Macy said in a flat, emotionless voice. Caroline drew in a deep breath, her heart quickened. She began to feel faint, and she realized that it was getting difficult to breathe. Her daughter talked. She actually talked! “John..” She squeaked softly. “JOHN!” Her voice came louder, high pitched and squealing, sounding more like a small child in pain than an adult woman. “JOHN, GET IN HERE!” She screamed frantically, oblivious to the words Macy had actually said, it didn’t matter to her, and the meaning of the words escaped her….only the fact the child had spoken registered in her mind, not WHAT she had spoken. The sound of rapid footsteps on the wooden floor of the hall could be heard as John sped to the aid of his wife. The door flew open and he burst into the room, his face livid with exertion and worry. “What….?” He said, out of breath. “What’s wrong?” Caroline was kneeling on the floor in front of Macy, the child was still pointing in the direction of the sink.….where the other girl no longer stood. Macy hadn’t even flinched at the dramatic entrance of her father, but instead, still fixed her mother with the same emotionless, flat stare. Caroline pulled her eyes away from Macy and looked up at John. She stared at him incredulously. She slowly pointed to the child. “She talked.” She whispered. “She actually talked.” “Oh…..?” John looked nervously at his daughter. He couldn’t look her in the eye after what had happened the night before. He wasn’t sure exactly how it had come to pass, or if it really was a dream, but the guilt lay heavy on his heart regardless of what it was. He instead fixed her with a sideways glance. “What did she say?” He breathed. Suddenly Caroline realized the meaning of the words Macy had spoken. She looked at her daughter once again, who was still pointing in the direction of the sink. She slowly followed the childs finger. There was, of course, nothing there. “She said there was a girl there.” Caroline motioned to the sink. “ ’Girlie…..there.’, she said. In fact, she said it twice.” She looked up at John. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” John glanced at the sink briefly and shrugged. “Who cares? I’m just happy that she actually has the ability to form words. At least it’s a start.” Macy lowered her arm and looked up at her father. John forced himself to look down at his daughter, for his wifes sake…if he refused, Caroline might have wondered why he was trying to avoid the childs gaze. And within her eyes….beyond the childs flat stare…..he saw……that the dream was not over. Caroline looked from her husband to her daughter, realizing that something had just passed between the two, and wondering if there was a secret that lay hidden from her. “If you know something about this, tell me John….has she ever done this before?” She asked him. “No.” John said, still looking down at Macy. “She hasn’t. This is the first I have heard of it, just like you.” Caroline stood, knowing that whatever had just transpired would remain a mystery until John decided to tell her……and it made her angry not knowing what it was. “I’m going to call Doctor Bloom, and tell him about this.” She brushed past John and left the room, leaving the two alone. John stood where he was, still looking down at his daughter. She stared back at him, her face emotionless. A secret…..oh yes, a secret……. Macy smiled up at her father, and her eyes twinkled with a spark of mischief…..then, as quickly as it appeared…..it winked out, and the childs expression returned once again to its emotionless, flat expression. She walked past him and left the bathroom. Macy was in the back yard, among the overgrown garden. Standing silently by the fence and watching the movers as they hauled their belongings into the house. In her hand, was a small red plastic shovel, at her feet, a red bucket. She had been standing there, unmoving, for over an hour, in the sun, oblivious to the heat of the day as it beat down upon her. If any had been watching her, one would have thought she was a permanent structure in the garden itself, an intricately carved statue depicting a little girl, instead of an actual living, breathing child. There was a soft giggle from behind her, and over her right shoulder. Macy turned and looked in the direction of the sound. A flash of white….and the quick darting glance of a dress as the girl disappeared around the corner of the hedge at the far end of the large yard. Macy didn’t know what curiosity was, but she understood some kind of basic concept that her childs mind interpreted as the same. She dropped the little shovel and walked woodenly in the direction of the hedge. Ignoring the high grass, and not really bothering to look where she was going, she plowed through it and walked behind the high bushes where she had seen the girl disappear. She stopped and looked at the emptiness of the small path that led into the trees….there was not a soul in sight…. Well, almost…… On the ground in front of her…..the teddy bear gazed up at her, the now familiar smile embedded on its face….it’s one lonely eye clouded yellow with age. Macy looked down at the bear for a moment….then reached down and picked it up. She looked at it briefly, then her attention was drawn to the path once more. It was empty…..silent……unkempt and slightly overgrown. No one had walked this way for a long time. Even in her childs mind, she could tell this was a fact, and it registered neatly. Macy began to walk down the path. She followed it until it reached the trees, a couple hundred yards away from the house…..there she stopped. She looked back at the house…and in her own way, wondering if she should follow it any further..or simply turn and walk back the way she had come. Macy had no concept of danger, to her, there was no such thing…only instances of indecision. She had no way of realizing the dangers of a little girl in the woods by herself, even so close to home. She didn’t fear the woods, or the darkness, instead, she debated the decision to leave a familiar place…..even if she had only been there for a few hours. She turned and entered the woods. The small path led only a few dozen yards into the trees, where it stopped at a small clearing. Sunlight filtered in through the branches of the trees, dappling the ground in constantly shifting patterns, in time to the wind as it sighed through the loose branches. In the center of the clearing……was a small, flat stone, that at one time….appeared as if it had been standing upright. She walked over to it and looked down. There was no lettering on the stone, it’s gray, moldy surface was blank and indescriptive. She gazed down at it, her head cocked to one side……she knelt down in front of it, her dress pulling up to her knees and exposing the light blue panties she was wearing underneath. She ran her hand across the rough, damp surface…..and wonder sparked briefly in her mind. A soft, childish giggle behind her….. Macy stood and turned, already knowing the source. The little girl stood no more than ten feet behind her, wearing the same dress….her pink bow in her hair. She pointed to the teddy bear in Macys hand. “Can I have Mr. Littles back?” Her voice was as soft as a feather…..and not really….THERE…..as if it came within a distant echo from a faraway place. Macy looked down at the stuffed animal in her hands….then back at the girl. After a few seconds, she held the toy out to her. The girl took the bear and hugged it tightly to her chest….a wistful look on her face….only for a second…then it was replaced once again by the same look of mischief. “What’s your name?” the child asked. Macy was silent. She looked back at the girl emotionlessly. The girl shrugged. “Okay, that’s alright if you don’t want to tell me, I understand.” Her voice was like honey…..sweet and liquid. “My name is Delia, do you want to play a game?” Macy said nothing. The girl shrugged once again and looked down at the stone laying on the ground…..her features suddenly changed to an expression of sadness when she did that……something rippled across them….an emotion of pain….regret……lost memories….all at the same instant. Macy followed her gaze to the stone at her feet, and glanced up at the girl in front of her. “They used to come and take care of it……every day…they would cut the grass, pull the weeds…make sure that the stone never fell, never got dirty……..then suddenly, they quit coming.” She looked up at Macy, tears in her eyes. “Where did they go? Will they ever return?” Macy wasn’t quite sure what she was asking her…..but she had an idea. She shrugged, a blank look on her face. The girl sighed wistfully, and looked down at the stone once more. She looked at it for a long time……then suddenly, her face brightened and she looked up once again. “Do you want to play a game? My daddy showed it to me….” She grinned mischievously. “It’s fun….you and your daddy played it last night.” A spark of hope flicked across Macys face as she understood instantly what the girl was suggesting. But……at the same time, she also understood her daddy wasn’t here…….how were they going to play the game? The girl walked up and knelt down next to the stone. She placed the toy gingerly next to it and lightly traced the damp surface. Then, she stood and held her hand out to Macy…..”Come on, I got a secret place.” Macy looked down at the girls hand for a moment, then looked up at her face. She made no move to take it. The girl shook her hand impatiently. “Come on, before someone sees that you are gone.” Slowly, Macy reached out and took the girls hand. She allowed Delia to lead her past the clearing, into a stand of trees on the other side, beyond it, to another path that lay hidden. Delia pulled Macy along the secret path for a little while, until it opened up into another clearing. There, in the middle of it, stood a small playhouse. An exact replica of the house she had once lived in. It was painted white with pink trim, the paint cracked and faded with age. It was obvious the little playhouse had been here for countless years, forgotten and neglected. Decomposition had set in and the floor inside was pitted and beginning to collapse in places, Macy had to carefully choose where to place her feet as she stepped inside the small entrance. She looked around…….and with no surprise whatsoever, saw that there was a fresh set of blankets in the corner, along with a few small pillows stacked neatly next to it. They seemed so out of place in here, contrasting sharply with the ancient atmosphere of the playhouse….yet, all the same…..it was obvious they belonged here….and had been used before. Delia stood in front of Macy and took both her hands in her own. She kissed Macy on the forehead. "We can play together, we don’t need any of our daddies to help…..” She whispered softly….her face inches from Macys own. Macy could smell the rich sweetness all little girls seem to exude, and wondered briefly if she had smelled the same to her father the night before. She watched as Delia knelt in front of her and pulled her dress up. She felt the soft fingers of her small hands as Delia lightly rubbed them against her waist, across the thin waistband of her panties and down each leg. Delia looked up at Macy…..a look of desire on her childish face. Macy knew what she wanted, and wanted it likewise…..but she was unsure…..and confusion began to set in….. Who was this child? Delia looped her fingers into the waistband of Macys panties, and slowly drew them down to her ankles. She pulled her gaze away from Macy own and dipped her head down to her crotch. Macy felt the soft tongue as it lightly flicked the moist lips of her sex and she gasped softly…slowly, it traced the little furrow of her pussy, forcing itself between the puffy lips..touching the soft inner folds inside…. Macy took hold of her dress and closed her eyes. She parted her legs a little, still standing, and allowed Delia to kiss her little pussy. Suddenly, Delia stood up, reached down, and lifted her own dress up. Underneath, she was wearing a pair of white cotton panties, more loose fitting than the ones Macy was wearing, and with frills along the sides and across her bottom. Macy knew what the girl wanted, and knelt in front of her, her own panties pooled around her ankles. She took hold of the panties, and slowly slid them down…exposing the little girls tender sex to the afternoon air. Delia sighed softly as Macy tested her tongue against her flesh……she parted her legs as Macys inexperienced tongue struggled to find a way between the soft outer lips to the tiny little bud hidden within its folds. Macy could taste the little girls sex now, and she ran her tongue up and down the entire length of her slit slowly….. Delia pulled Macys head away from her crotch and turned to the blankets in the corner. She pulled her panties off and tossed them indifferently aside. Then, she lay down upon the blankets, her back against one of the small pillows, and spread her legs wide, exposing her little pussy to Macy. Macy knelt on the floor for a moment, her own panties still wrapped around her ankles, looking at the girl, and wondering vaguely whether or not she should be doing this with a strange child….or at all for that matter. But Macy had no concept of morals, right or wrong, she knew what had felt so good the night before, and certainly wanted more. She reached back, pulled her panties over her feet and cast them aside. Then she shuffled over to Delia and dipped her head into the little girls crotch. Delia placed her hands on the back of Macys head and pushed gently as Macy ran her tongue up and down her sex. Her head went back and the child moaned in forgotten pleasure…. It had been so long……oh….so long….Delia closed her eyes and sighed softly as Macy began to pleasure her. Macy ran her tongue roughly along the soft inner folds of the girls sex, tasting the wetness, feeling the tiny muscles contract each time she passed over the tiny clit. She shoved her tongue as deeply as she could inside the girls body, her mouth pressed firmly against her hairless slit, sucking gently, and drawing the folds of her pussy into her mouth. Delia moaned loudly, and her bottom came up off the blankets, pushing against Macys face as the little girl tongued her. She locked her hands into Macys hair and squeezed the other childs face between her legs, as if trying to force the girls entire head into her body. Macy lapped up Delias wetness, running her tongue up and down the entire length of the girls undeveloped pussy, sucking greedily at the inner lips, pushing her tongue as deep into the other girls body as she could. She placed her hands on the girls buttocks and spread them gently…then, remembering the pleasure she had given herself the night before……she gently rubbed the girls little anus with one finger…..probing, pushing…..and slipping one of her fingers inside…. She pushed it in as deeply as she could into the little girls body, up to the last knuckle…..and pulled it out almost to the first one…..then, slowly began to finger fuck the little girls bottom. Delia cried out the moment Macys finger invaded her bottom, and she pushed down suddenly, forcing even more of the finger into her ass. She began to move in rhythm to Macys strokes, at the same time, crushing Macys face into her crotch.. Now…..Macy realized….that this girl was not really here…..and that she more than likely occupied the tiny grave in the clearing…..Macy knew that little stone stood for a gravestone, abused and neglected for possibly decades. But she also understood the pleasure this girl was giving her…..and accepted it as well. She never once gave thought to the implications of what she was doing……and who she was doing it to….the girl appeared to Macy to be as alive as her father was the night before, and Macy accepted that idea without question. Then…… Delia suddenly lifted her bottom off the blankets, grinding her hairless pussy into Macys face….she moaned loudly as Macy continued to lick her tongue up and down the entire length of her it. And suddenly Macy was alone…..laying face down on the moldy blankets…her bottom high in the air and her panties off and across the room of the little cottage. Her hands were between her legs, and she had two fingers shoved deep inside of her hairless pussy. She was pistoning the fingers in and out as fast as she dared….her face contorted with pleasure each time she sunk them in to the last knuckle. Then…..her body shuddered…..and her fingers were suddenly much wetter….it was easier to slide them in and out of her body…..she shoved another one in and gasped as the three stretched the lips wider….she pulled them out….then shoved them in as deep as she could, shuddering in her intense orgasm….. Then she lay still, her ass in the air, three fingers shoved in her pussy…..and wondering what exactly had just happened…. Where was the girl? Delia….. Or…..had she even been there in the first place…….? Macy rolled over on her back and stared at the light as it filtered in through the ancient slats of the roof….she sat up and looked around the tiny room. She was alone…...completely….the silence in the cottage carried almost a physical weight to it. She had a new friend…..a ghost…..yet a friend who could bring her pleasure…… But still…..Macy wanted more….. She closed her eyes….concentrated, and sought out the mind of one that might satisfy her desires… Joey lifted the end of the chair and pulled it to the edge of the Tommy-lift, getting it ready to unload…..when suddenly….he had to pee. Bad…..and he knew that he couldn’t wait. He turned to his partner, who was busy unloading the boxes in the back of the truck. “Gotta take a break for a minute buddy…nature calls.” His partner looked up briefly and nodded his head, dismissing the teenager and turned his attention once more to the boxes on the floor of the van. Joey hopped out of the van and started walking towards the house. He already knew where the restroom was, he had just unloaded a few boxes there minutes ago….so instruction was not needed. He walked through the house, nodding and waving to the young man and woman who lived there….entering the hall…..and grasping the doorknob of the restroom….and then suddenly finding himself standing in the woods…. He shook his head stupidly and looked around. What the……? How did he end up here? In the distance, above the trees, the roof of the house could be seen against the blue of the hot afternoon sky, white clouds drifted lazily across his field of vision…. He was in the back yard. In front of him, a small, overgrown path led into the trees, away from the house and deeper into the woods. Joey had to go NOW…..his sudden appearance in the woods behind the house partially forgotten….but still puzzling his mind….he turned into the path quickly and followed it. When he came to a small clearing, he stopped and unzipped his jeans…. And that is when he saw the small gravestone in the middle, between the high grass. A grave….here…..vaguely, he wondered if the new residents knew about it….. Then….. He was standing next to a childs playhouse….. He blinked…..and looked around… What the hell is going on here………? Okay, that’s it….I am NEVER trusting that asshole who gave me the last baggie again…..I’m starting to have blackouts when I’m sober….that’s not good….. No……not good at all. There was a sound inside the decrepit little building next to him…..a soft sigh…..a shallow grunt…. Curious, Joey walked around it until he came to a small window, free of glass, and open to the musky smell of the ancient interior. Slowly and cautiously, he peeked in. And took a step back in shock….. He stood there, the pressure to take a pee forgotten….shock and confusion on his face. At first he thought it was a small woman, naked and on her knees, her ass high in the air, masturbating feverishly…… Gotta be…. He stepped forward and peeked in again….. What he saw was a small girl, no older than four years, on her knees…her face hidden from him….her ass was high in the air, three fingers plunged deep into her little pussy, her grunts of pleasure soft in the afternoon air. Her light blue dress was drawn up against her back, and in the corner of the room, he could see a small blue patch of cloth….her panties. The girl was jacking herself off, pushing the fingers deep inside her little body, defying logic.. This is impossible….little girls don’t do this, they don’t have any idea what it is. Fascinated, he watched as the little girl pulled her fingers out of her hairless pussy and plunged them back in again and again…sighing softly each time they went in…he could see the wetness of her passion glistening off her fingers, it ran in tiny rivulets down her little legs. Her butt was wet and slippery and he watched….licking his lips…as she pushed another tiny finger into her little butt up to the second knuckle. And he realized…..this was turning him on…big time… His erection pushed against his jeans uncomfortably, stretching the front of his shorts and creating a large lump in the crotch. He rubbed his cock with his hand in time to the girls thrusts…licking his lips and looking back the way he had come…. When he turned back to the girl….he took a step back in surprise. She had turned over on her back…..she had her legs spread wide open….two fingers spread the redness of her sex, allowing him to see the heat of her passion. She was looking directly at him….her face expressionless. As if he didn’t have a will of his own…no choice but to obey….he turned and walked to the front of the little playhouse…. He crawled inside and stood up on his knees in front of the little girl….. She looked up at him with a flat expression on her face….. Shaking….he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down to his knees, shorts and all. His erection sprang to attention like a soldier…..and Macy looked at it briefly. She reached out and took hold of it…..she squeezed it slightly. When she did that Joey winced….and almost came all over the little girls face as she bent down and took his manhood as far into her mouth as she could manage. Macy sucked as much of the boys cock into her mouth as she could fit, without choking on it.…which was only about half…..the other half, she wrapped her little fingers around it and started jacking him off as she sucked on him. She ran her tongue up and down the sensitive flesh and tickled the head each time she pulled a little off of him….the boy shuddered violently each time…gasping…his breathing became faster as she gave him the best blowjob he had ever had….even his girlfriend didn’t compare to this. Macy licked up and down the shaft with her tongue, pausing to play with the little hole at the tip….twiddling the opening suggestively……then swallowing him all at once…. She did this for a full ten minutes….then suddenly pulled off. She looked up at him and pushed him away a little……then she spread her legs, placed her fingers on each side of her hairless slit and spread herself wide open for him once again. As if in a trance….Joey straddled the child….laying over her, her face came to his chest. He grabbed hold of her ankles and pulled them to her shoulders, opening her wet pussy wider. He held on to her ankles with one hand, much like her father had done the night before…..and with other, guided his seven inch cock to the entrance to her little hole……he slipped the head up and down her slit…..coating the end with her wetness…..pushing against her tiny button at the top….. Macy sighed and closed her eyes as he slipped the head of his cock into her little pussy. Joey pushed….and the first few inches slipped in. Macys eyes flew open and widened as she felt the thickness of the boys cock enter her body….much larger than that of her fathers. Joey pushed harder….relishing the unbelievable tightness of the childs pussy….feeling the little girls tiny muscles massaging the sensitive skin…..slipping deeper into her body….. Until he was in as deep as he could go…. Macy groaned loudly as she felt his pubic hair against her crotch and the tip of his cock pushing against her cervix. Joey pulled out…..and began to fuck the little child in long, slow strokes……sliding easily into her body. He fucked her long and slow, relishing her little girl pussy….never once giving thought to her age and size….only savoring the feel of his cock deep inside her little body. He closed his eyes, held onto her ankles and lay on top of her, her feet barely reaching his shoulders. Macy began to rotate her ass in time to his slow thrusts…moaning each time his cock went into her body….through half open lids, she could see the boy laying on top of her…she could smell his breath, his sweat….and the heat of his desire. He fucked the little girl, each time he pulled out, he would thrust a little harder into her body….until, he was pushing hard and long, panting heavily in the heat of the day. Sweat rolled off his body and dribbled onto the little girl below… Their joining was slick and wet….combined with their sweat and the wetness of Macys passion, Joey had no trouble at all pushing his cock deep into the little girls pussy. Macy pushed against him, pulling her bottom off the floor and forcing him to go even deeper into her body…..Joey slammed his cock as deep as he could, harder and harder with each inward thrust, until he had slid the child up the moldy blankets and was banging her little head softly against the wall of the play house…..he rested his cheek against the old wood above her, his eyes closed…as he commenced with the best fuck he had ever had. They went at in a frenzy….Macy pulling her legs up as high as she could get them, allowing him to plunge his dick deep into her. Each time his crotch slapped against her own, she let out a little squeal of pleasure. Then suddenly…..Joey’s cock exploded deep within her body in an orgasm so intense it was almost painful for him…..he splashed his seed against the walls of the child pussy, dribbling out around the edges, and running down into the crack of her ass. In one final, massive stroke, he buried his cock as far as he could into the little girl…..then exhausted, collapsed over her….breathing heavily. At the same time Joey came…..Macy had her own powerful threshold…..and her little body produced an orgasm so powerful…..it left her weak and out of breath…..she couldn’t struggle against the boy as he collapsed over her…..and she lay there under him…...her breathing ragged, her eyes closed…..relishing the dying embers of their passion. Joey opened his eyes and looked down at the child under him. “Who are you….?” He rasped…..he swallowed hard. He knew the trouble he could get into if someone ever found out this had happened. Macy pushed against him….struggling weakly to get out from under him… Joey pulled his now flaccid and spent cock out of her and rolled over……he covered his face with his hands and looked through his fingers at the sunlight filtering in through the broken slats of the roof. What just happened…..? He lifted his head and looked at the little girl…..she had smoothed her dress out, and was sitting across from him, eyeing him with a flat stare. Then…..she got up and crawled over the old blankets to him… She raised a little finger to his lips and traced the outline of his mouth….and kissed him. His mouth immediately opened up to the invasion of the little girls tongue, and he accepted her sweetness. They kissed for a few minutes…..then….abruptly…Macy broke away and sat down in front of him. She looked at him emotionlessly…. Joey swallowed hard and closed his eyes……. And then suddenly someone was pounding on the door of the restroom…. Joey opened his eyes and found himself staring at the image in the mirror across from the toilet on which he was sitting. The lid was down…..and he was fully clothed. Confused, disoriented and feeling…..strangely violated….he stood up and answered the knock at the door….. In the playhouse…..Macy retrieved her panties after the boy had left, and she sent him to where he had originally intended to go in the first place…. She pulled them up her waist, wincing slightly as they passed over the mound of her sore little pussy. Her legs were still wet with their passion…..and her socks were sticking to her body, there would be a few questions from her mother if she didn’t get herself cleaned up once she got back to the house…… Twice in less than a day…..vaguely, she wondered why she didn’t hurt….and wasn’t sore hardly at all…… A question she could not answer……. And a smile touched her lips once more…….she liked this…..and she would have more…as much as she wanted….when she wanted, now that she knew how to use her powerful little gift.. Macy left the play house…. She walked back along the path towards the house. A tiny girl, innocent, vulnerable in the woods. She passed the gravestone and saw that the teddy bear was still in place, right where Delia had placed it….. But…..what she didn’t see, was that after she left the clearing, and the soft sounds of her footsteps in the brush faded……. A shadow stood over the stuffed animal…..a small hand appears and takes hold of the teddy bear…… And in taking it, the shadow moves away….. And in the distance…...in the woods…….the soft, sweet laughter of a child…. He had been watching her for over a week now. Since seeing the child for the first time, he had wanted her….needed her…to be his next one. He brought the binoculars up and looked at the girl as she played in the small yard that her father had created a few days after their arrival. The small, three foot fence enclosed an area of sufficient enough size for her to be able to move around and remain comfortable. Not to mention, safe from strangers. The man smiled behind the lens of the binoculars as he thought that. Next to him, on the passenger seat of the black van, was a small bottle of ether. Neatly folded next to it was an equally small, white towel. Safe….from strangers. He chuckled at the thought. Oh yes, just how safe are you little girl? Certainly not safe enough….at least, not from me…. He had been sitting in the same spot for a few days now. At first, he had decided to move around a little bit, in case any who might have seen him became suspicious. But out here, in the middle of nowhere, there was no one who seemed to care….or perhaps it was because of the fact that no one had actually noticed the strange van. He pulled the binoculars away from his face, revealing a broad forehead, crisscrossed with tiny scars….scars from another world, one that he wished he would forget. A sharp, well defined nose set in a stone hard face. Bright, steel gray eyes that remained constantly alert to the world around him. He was a powerful man, with a powerful personality to match. With the ability to be able to get what he wanted, from whomever he chose. He had done this many times, and with the trade he was now in…..it had made him rich. He pulled a cigarette from the pack that was nestled in his shirt pocket and shoved it between his teeth. >From the dashboard of the van, he produced a lighter and flicked the lid up…still looking at the distant child as she played in the yard. A spark, and the flame touched the end of the cigarette…he drew deeply of the smoke, his eyes still trained on the girl in front of him. She was a curiosity to him. He noticed she never played like the other children he had encountered. In fact, she didn’t appear to play at all, most of the time, she simply stood there…..like a statue, staring directly ahead…within her own little world. She was as inanimate as a stone, and that made him happy…it would make the job much easier. He hated it when they screamed, even though it was quite rare. Most of the time, he got them before they could even figure out what had happened. And most of the time they were much older than this one appeared to be. To him, children were merchandise, and those that were as young and as beautiful as this one fetched a high price. His customers would be highly pleased when they saw her. He didn’t give a damn one way or the other about the kids themselves, once they were out of his possession, he washed his hands of their fate. And he would wash his hands from the fate of this child as well, just like he had done to all the others. It didn’t matter to him what she would be used for. What he saw through the binoculars, was not a child playing serenely….but a large sum of money, all he had to do was collect it. As a matter of fact, he couldn’t stand the kids. They were dirty, loud, they cried too much. And if you didn’t give the brats what they wanted, they usually screamed bloody murder….on top of being just a big nuisance, he thought he was doing the world a service. One less brat in the world. He puffed on the cigarette and brought the eyepiece back up again. The girl was standing in the yard, staring at something on the ground. She stood there for so long, that at first, he thought he might be mistaking her for an elaborate lawn ornament. Then she moved towards the object on the ground and bent down. What she picked up was a large furry toy. Even from the distance he was at, and through the eyeglasses, he could tell that the toy was very old. Ratty and dusty, the stuffing threatening to pull out of the seams. He shrugged. Figures. Kids carry shit around like that forever, too bad she won’t be able to take it with her tonight. She stood up, looked down at the teddy bear in her hands….and then looked up, directly at him. He sucked in a breath and held it. Did she spot me? The girl gazed at him, or at least in his direction…..it seemed…. She shaded her eyes and took a few steps forward, towards the small line of trees where the van was parked. He pulled the binoculars away from his face and rubbed his eyes. She saw me. No…that’s impossible, she can’t know you are even here, no one can see that far. Much less a child. She saw me. NO. He looked through the glasses once more. The girl was still standing in the same place as before, staring up in his direction. Then….she waved……and beckoned to him. He yanked the glasses so hard away from his face, that they banged against the steering wheel. What the fuck……? Okay, calm down…that was coincidence, she was probably motioning to someone else…..it just looked like it was you. Creepy little kid… But….. If that was the case….then why is the van door open? He pulled his feet back inside, and slowly closed the van door. I was getting out……I don’t remember even opening the door…but I must have. Where was I going? What the FUCK is going on here? He didn’t remember opening the door….he didn’t remember stepping on the running board, preparing to leave the van. Worst of all….he didn’t remember WHY he was doing these things. He looked over at the bottle of ether in the seat next to him. He reached over and picked it up, checking for leaks. No, if that were leaking, I would be out cold…..I wouldn’t be doing strange things that I don’t remember. He sighed and sat back in the seat. He closed his eyes. Too much coffee….gotta be a caffeine overload. He brought his hands up to his face and rubbed his temples. Something touched his shoulder. Softly, rubbing the fabric of his jacket. He jerked his hands away and looked down. Nothing. A sound in the back of the van…a soft, sibilant whisper….giggles…the laughter of a child. He stood up and made his way to the short apron that separated the front of the van from the back. He yanked it aside. And sitting on the bed, looking as innocent as ever…..he saw the most beautiful child he had ever seen. There was a little girl sitting on the bed, her white dress spread primly before her. Frilly pink lace accented the high collar and borders of the skirt itself. On her head, a large pink bow with a white ribbon that flowed to her shoulders, mixed with the luxurious golden blonde of her hair. Her face bore an expression of pure innocence, and she gazed up at him with eyes that would melt the heart of any grown man….radiating with brilliance that went far beyond life itself. Hello Thomas. A voice, dripping with honey…..brimming with sensuality….not a voice to be heard. Thomas closed his eyes and shook his head…hard. He closed them tightly and pressed his hands against the closed lids, attempting to rid himself of the image in front of him. He sat on his haunches on the floorboard of the van for long time, breathing heavily….then, after a time, he opened his eyes. The girl was still there, waiting patiently. Don’t be afraid Thomas. A voice, not quite there…..not in the physical sense, more like a whisper in his mind. Like the tinkling of crystal chimes….the music of angels. He closed his eyes and shook his head once more…. This isn’t happening. He thought. I have to be asleep. No Thomas, I am real. The voice in his mind rang softly. “Wait a second.” He said suddenly, his hands out in front of him. “Who the hell are you, and how did you get in my truck?” She smiled. He reached over and flipped the latch on the sliding door. With one large heave, he yanked it wide open. It slid loudly on its track and banged against the stopper. He pointed out the door. “Get out kid.” She glanced at the open door and said nothing. And for the first time, he noticed what she had in her lap… The brown teddy bear wasn’t as ratty as it had seemed through the glasses, and she clutched it to her belly as if were made of gold. Missing an eye, threadbare seams threatening to burst with the stuffing inside…..it seemed to be grinning mischievously at him. He swallowed hard. “Get out kid, before I drag you out.” There was less force in his voice….and he found himself looking into the childs eyes. Her smile broadened…..and then she showed her teeth. Perfect white, straight, the sweetest smile he had ever seen. Stop it. He closed his eyes…..and when he opened them, he found himself looking down at the bear…anything to keep his gaze from the soft, seductive stare the child was giving him. It made him…..uncomfortable. Uncomfortable….hell, he was getting a hardon. The girl couldn’t be any older than four, yet he found, that for some reason, his body was responding to her innocence and beauty. This was the first time that this had ever happened to him…even with all the children he had taken in the same van, he had never had any feelings whatsoever for the little shits… But now…..this was different. “Do you want me Thomas?” She asked aloud for the first time. Her voice was sweet and soft. He looked her in the face quizzically. “How do you know my name?” As the realization of this came to him…his heart quickened…and he felt, for the first time in a long time….the first twinge of fear as it raced up his spine. “Who are you?” He said loudly. She looked over at the open door once again…and very slowly, it slid back down the track on its own. It closed with a solid click. He watched this and felt the icy cold fingers of dread work their way slowly from the base of his spine to his shoulders. “I am the one….Thomas.” She smiled sweetly. She reached down with one hand and drew her dress up, carefully placing the bear on the bed as she did. She drew the dress up slowly, revealing the pinkish, white flesh of her thighs and legs. Healthy and slightly plump, they were exactly what one would expect from a child her age. The dress continued up until it the loose fitting panties she was wearing underneath could be seen. Just the crotch area, and the darkening spot of moisture growing slowly from the heat of her sex. “Do you want me Thomas?” She repeated softly, her voice was like bells in his mind. “My name is Delia, and I know what you need.” He couldn’t take his eyes from the girl, his gaze stayed riveted to the image of her covered sex right in front of him. “Forget about her Thomas, she can’t give you what I can…..and what I offer is so much better….that I can promise.” He scooted forward slightly, not moving his gaze from the girls panties. She reached down with one hand and slowly pulled the crotch away from her flesh, revealing the tiny, hairless slit underneath. The lips were moist and full, pink and seductive. The tiny button on top lay nestled between them, slightly hidden. She spread them open with her hand, allowing him full view of the pink inner folds of her childish pussy…her forefinger began to massage the tiny clit, producing moisture from within her body. “You can have it Thomas…..but for a price….will you pay the price I ask?” Her voice came to him from far away, intoxicating, as if in another room…it was all he heard. There was nothing else…..the van dropped away, his reasons for being here seemed insignificant....the child he had been watching no longer interested him. Without taking his eyes from the childs sex, he slowly nodded his head. Oh yes…anything…..I will do anything for a taste of that. He thought incoherently. Jumbled and confused his mind was……but about that, he didn’t notice. All he noticed was the little girls pussy in front of his face. And then, his mouth was upon it…..his tongue probing deep into her little body….the taste of her sex filling his senses. He ran it up and down the entire length of her perfectly hairless slit, lapping up the sweet taste of her sweat, combined with the wetness of her pussy. His tongue rimmed the edges of the lips, delicately pulling the soft, inner folds of her little cunt into his mouth. He suckled gently, and then pushed his tongue as deep as he could into her body, feeling the tiny muscles as they clenched it tightly…..massaging the girls tiny hole. He tongue fucked her, relishing the taste of innocence……wanting more…. And then….he was on top of her, his shorts had disappeared. Vaguely, he wondered what had happened, but soon dismissed that when he realized what he was doing. He watched, fascinated, as his cock entered the child, the puffy lips of her undeveloped pussy suckling greedily at the thick shaft as it slid easily into her body. He watched as he slowly pulled out….and then slammed it back in. The child was moaning, her cries of passion filling the small space of the van…ringing in his ears….filling him with a primal need for more. He fucked her hard, pushing against her body as hard as he could, forcing the girl forward with each powerful thrust. He pulled her legs up and placed them against his chest, crushing her body under him. His cock plunged in and out of her body like a piston, causing little cries of pleasure to escape her with each thrust in. Nothing mattered to him anymore, not the child he was watching, not the money….not the prospect of molesting a small child…of which he knew, on a basic level, was quite possible. But he didn’t care. All he wanted was to fuck her, as hard and as long as possible. He closed his eyes, and felt his cock as it slid in and out of the girls tight, hairless pussy. Oh, so tight, so virginal…….so real. Or so he thought. Then…his balls began to ache, and he knew the time was near. He quickened his pace and slammed his cock into the childs body even harder, reaching the threshold of his passion. His cock swelled, and then.…he exploded into the girl, and with one, final deep thrust…..he buried his cock into the little girls body and groaned loudly. Stream after stream of sperm shot into the childs pussy, filling her, and leaking out around the obscenely stretched pussy lips around his cock. The child moaned loudly and arched her back under him, pushing him up and causing his cock to push even further in. She started to rotate her hips, sliding back and forth on his cock by herself, fucking him. He lay over her, watching as she fucked his cock, seeing the product of his passion leak out and run down to the tiny puckered hole of her ass. Then….he had an idea…. He pulled his dick out and rubbed it slowly against her asshole… She smiled, her eyes closed. She arched her back up slightly, indicating for him to go. The head of his cock pushed softly against the childs bottom….he tested it slowly, pushing gently….slipping it inside. Lubrication from her pussy made it easy, and he watched as the length of his dick slid into the childs rectum. She moaned loudly…..her eyes were shut tightly. And he began to fuck her……slowly at first, then speeding up. He felt the inner muscles of the girls ass massaging the entire length of his cock……and it drove him crazy. They rutted like this for over half an hour, and if one were to happen across the black van with no windows, they would see it bouncing raggedly up and down. And of course, they would know what was going on….perhaps not the age of the participants, but the basic idea. He stopped finally, after what seemed like forever, and lay back on the bed. Beside him, he could feel the warmth of the girls body, and hear the soft sound of her breathing as she lay next to him. A small hand, attached to a small arm, draped itself across his chest. He could hear her sigh contentedly…..and he then placed his arm around her to hold her. You have a serious problem here friend. What the hell is the matter with you? Why would this girl, as young as she is, turn you on like that? Why should she appear so sexy to you? And….oh GOD was she sexy….and a damn good lover as well. She shifted next to him and sat up. “My price Thomas…..you are prepared to pay it?” She asked him softly. He looked at her for a moment, then sat up and retrieved his shorts. “I don’t know what you’re talking about kid, you asked for it, not I.” He grunted as he pulled them on. He looked down, away from the girl and started to sit up. And noticed suddenly….that he wasn’t feeling her warmth anymore…….in fact, her body had suddenly gone ice cold. He looked over at her. Her basic looks hadn’t changed….but the expression on her face had…. And beyond the childish beauty she had radiated before…..was something….else. As he watched……she….changed. And deep inside…beyond her eyes….he saw her true nature. He scrambled off the bed and scooted quickly across the floor of the van, watching with growing terror as the child stood up. Her face remained unchanged, sort of……beyond her eyes, he saw the death and decay that proclaimed her true visage. This was not a child. He wasn’t sure what it was, but it wasn’t even human. Maybe at one time….but no longer. The smell of the grave filled the small space of the van as the childthing moved towards him. It raised its hand and reached out to him….and he saw the stark white of bone. Strips of decaying flesh hung from it in tatters…..things….. moved across it’s surface. The face rippled and changed….empty sockets that held the darkness of eternity…..the smile of death. “Come to me Thomas.” A gravely voice, full of earth, dripping with disease……no longer sweet and intoxicating….. “I want you, pay your debt to me. And I will pay you mine…..you have earned it.” He screamed. He turned and tried to reach the sliding door, open the latch, and bolt out of the van. In his mind, he did all these things…..but he never reached it. Horror at the sight of the thing in front of him filled his mind…..coupled with the realization of WHAT he had actually done with it. Revulsion, the sickening realization that he had, in many ways, just committed necrophilia. His stomach twisted with nausea. “Come to me Thomas…..receive your reward, be a good little boy and obey.” The thing moved in front of him and placed its hands on either side of his face. It turned his head so he was forced to look at it directly. The strength in those dead fingers was incredible…..they dug into his skull, drawing blood. It ran down the sides of his face in rivulets, collecting in his shirt collar….smearing across his chest. The pain was unbearable. At one time….he thought the thing might have actually been a child, but no longer. It had been dead for many decades…..and here it was…in his van. And he had been having passionate sex with it. There was no compassion in those empty sockets…..only death…. He drew in a deep breath and prepared to give voice to a scream of pure terror as the thing squeezed his temples harder……and he produced only a whimper. And the van began to shake and bounce…….and from the outside, it might look as if there were two willing participants inside……but this time…. Standing by the rear bumper, waiting patiently, was Macy. Holding the teddy by one of its ragtag arms and watching the van emotionlessly. And when the screams started, she turned and walked back to the house they way she had come, dragging the stuffed animal behind her…. Macy sat on the hardwood floor of the living area and stared at the mantle above the fireplace. Her father sat in the chair across from her, reading a book…his face hidden from her sight. Except for the reading lamp next to Johns chair, the lights were off….the only light came from the soft, flickering glow of the flames in the fireplace. Her mother was gone for most of the day, and the rest of the night, off on her new job, the same job that had brought the little family to this house in the first place. They were alone. Macy stared at the mantle, her toys lay forgotten on the floor…they no longer interested her. What did interest her….was the painting that lay on top of the mantle…a depiction of a child who was crying. The bed was the same, the child in the same position…..but no longer were the laughing eyes and the beautiful smile. In it’s place were tears, and a look of terror……as if the child were waiting for the inevitable to happen. Tears cascaded down her painted face, her bright eyes looking fearfully at the painter….at something hidden from view. Her mouth was contorted in a grimace of pain…..childish fears awakening. Macy cocked her head and gazed at the painting curiously. In her own way, wondering why it would change. The child in the painting was, of course, Delia……and she was obviously terrified of something. Even stranger still……Macy knew her father could not see the painting, else he would have taken it down. It seemed out of place now…..in the living area….with it’s comfortable furniture and fresh paintings on the wall. Cheerful and quiet….more like a library than a living area. And the fire burned softly in the fireplace…..popping and crackling, it filled the room with it’s warm glow and soft heat. Macy studied the painting……wondering…..thinking in her strange way. She turned to her father. Her mind went to him…..and touched it easily. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, but did not put the book he was reading down. Macy sent him an image of the night they were first here…….now three months distant. Abruptly, he set the book down in his lap and stared at her. He looked at her for a long time…..sorrow on his face…….yet deep within his mind, thoughts begin to form on their own, without Macy’s intervention. He sighed…..and rubbed his temples. “Macy, I don’t know how you do that sweetie…..but it’s wrong, we can’t……please stop it.” He asked her softly. Macy didn’t move, she stared at her father without emotion. Her face flickered softly in the firelight. “You can’t keep doing this Macy…..” John said softly. “And I have a feeling I’m not the only one you have done it to.” Macy was silent. She blinked, and within her dark gaze……John thought he saw a look of slight confusion. Perhaps he was getting through to her. He didn’t understand it, and it seemed impossible….but he feared that his little daughter had developed the ability to control others through their thoughts….and to command their wills. It was fantastic, and incredibly unbelievable……but there seemed to be no other explanation. The dream he had the first night they were here…..Macy was directly responsible…there was no doubt. “Macy honey…..why do you do this?” He asked her. He placed the book on the table next to him and crossed his fingers over his lap. He studied her face intently, looking for some sign of emotion…..perhaps remorse, perhaps confusion……something to indicate that she understood his questions. Macy stared at him…..with the same flat stare that was so characteristic of her. Then…..she shrugged. She looked up at the mantle above the fireplace….an expression that was almost wistful passed across her face…then instantly vanished. If one hadn’t been looking close enough…it would have been missed. John didn’t miss it. He saw it and his hear skipped a beat….. Just perhaps….I might be able to get through to her, to get her to understand. He followed her gaze to the empty mantle, wondering what was so intriguing about it….nothing had been placed on it since their arrival, and it had been empty since they first moved in. Macy stared at the painting…..she studied the ancient face of the child….drank in her sadness…..and she finally understood. She looked back at her father and stood. She was wearing a long nightgown that flowed down her thin form to the floor, hiding her feet, and pooling around her toes. It was white with bright pink piping, and frilly flowers that adorned the chest and long sleeved arms. Pink frills and laces ended at the place where her tiny wrists poked out from the sleeves, and around the tight collar. It was a winter gown, one that her father had bought her months before. And in her own way, Macy liked it a great deal. She stood in front of her father and looked him in the face….and for the first time, her eyes were actually full of sadness……a tear rolled down her cheek, suspended on her chin and reflected the light of the flames like a fiery gemstone. As Macy looked up at her father, she began to cry. Her hands remained limply at her sides……her body quivered with tiny sobs, her lips quivering in time……she began to feel childish fears. Nightmares, and dreamscapes flowed through her little mind….the monster in the closet, the boogyman under the bed……the stranger on the street. Shadows and whispers of the night…..childish screams and fears that had remained unknown to her until now. The scratch on the window….the gentle tapping of the branch against the glass…..and the creak and moans of the old house as it settled on it’s timbers……footsteps in the attic, the mournful sigh of the wind against the eaves. All of this and more flowed through her mind and the terror of the unknown…for the first time…caused Macy to cringe at her fathers feet. She looked up at him as he reached down and took his little daughter in his arms. He held her tight, soothing her….consoling her. Whispering softly in her ear, the reassuring sound of his voice relaxing her fears……changing them…….into something else. Macy still had her powerful gift…..and yet, she chose not use it. Her breath became ragged….and she held her daddy tightly. A wetness began to form in the secret place between her legs……the place that was by far no longer secret, or virginal. She breathed in the scent of her fathers love….his sweat, and she could feel the faint stirrings of his desire. She closed her eyes. She would not force him this time…it would be his decision entirely. In a darkened corner of the room……as of yet, unseen by the two. It’s face hidden from view, a dusty teddy bear clutched to it’s chest…..rags that might have resembled a dress at one time hung in tatters from it’s bony frame…… It moved into the light….and changed suddenly. And then John saw her…. “Daddy…” The little girl whispered….she looked directly at John. John swallowed hard….he looked down at Macy in his arms. “Who is it?” He whispered to her. Although he had suspected such……the same girl Macy had spoke of months before. Macy looked over at Delia…..she raised her hand slowly and pointed at the child. “Delia. Girl.” Then she looked at her father and what she said next sent chills racing down his spine….. “Dead. Ghost.” She said softly. John flicked his gaze at the girl standing in front of him. Instinctively he pulled his daughter next to him and held her tightly. He closed his eyes and shook his head….this is not happening… But when he opened them once again…..nothing had changed. The child was still there. “Who are you.” He asked, his voice barely a whisper…..he couldn’t believe this was happening….but so many strange things had happened since they moved to this house, it really didn’t surprise him. “Daddy…?” The girl repeated…… “Can you play with me Daddy? It’s been so lonely…so long….I miss you Daddy…” The girls voice resounded throughout the room, soft, sibilant…like the music of bells…..twinkling angels…. Suddenly, she was the most beautiful child John had ever seen……seductively sweet, innocence incarnate. Her radiant hair….the softness of her lips….the beauty of her eyes…. Oh, such a sweet little child…..the intoxicating sound of her voice lifted his heart and mind with sexual desire…… He had to have her. Delia slowly placed the little teddy bear on the chair she was standing next to, placed her hands on the hem of her dress and began to pull it up…exposing the loose fitting cotton panties she was wearing underneath….. “Daddy….” She whispered….her voice tinkling with childish mischief. Her eyes flashed with a desire unknown to any child of her age, John was transfixed at the sight of the childs panties…his gazed locked onto the small, growing wetness of the crotch. He licked his lips and tried to stand. He pulled Macy off his lap, ignoring her silent protests. Delia moved one hand to her crotch and pulled the material aside, giving him full view of her tiny, hairless slit… She spread the lips of her little pussy wide, allowing him full view of the rich, deep redness of her childish sexuality. The tiny, puffy lips moist with desire……the heat of her passion an almost physical presence in the room. He could smell her….the musky smell of sexual lust….. He had to have it. He was standing now….moving slowly towards the little girl, mesmerized by the sight of her nakedness…ignoring the frantic tugs on his arm as Macy tried to keep him from moving towards her. Macy, of course, was way to small and fragile to do any good in the physical sense, and her warnings and grunts of worry went unheeded. He walked towards the other girl as if Macy weren’t even there…..just a hindrance towards his goal….a little fly to be swatted….a nuisance. Wait…. He stopped. Confusion and indecision crossed his features….. Nuisance? Macy was his daughter…….. A look of slight irritation crossed Delias features as she realized what was happening….and she strengthened her hold on John even more. She wiped his thoughts clean and replaced them with her own…..Come to me…she sang sweetly in his mind…….the chimes of bells, birds in the middle of spring. Then….Macy decided to take action. Realizing the danger her father was in…she swatted the hold Delia had on his mind away as easily as that of a mosquito….she imagined a large hand against his chest, and mentally pushed him as hard as she could away from Delia..towards the chair. John flew off his feet and struck the chair hard, tipping it over, and landed next to it on his side….he lay still, his breathing shallow. Macy turned and faced Delia. For the first time ever…..she felt savage fury flow through her veins. Her eyes flashed dangerously towards the other child. He’s mine. She directed the thought to her defiantly, daring the other child to interfere. Delia smiled sweetly…..her eyes twinkled mischievously. No my child…..as long as you are in my house, I will get what I want. We will see. Macy stood, her arms crossed across her chest, a look of defiance on her face. He’s not your Daddy….he’s MINE. She screamed it mentally at Delia. Delia flinched…… And then, she was gone….. And the soft, sweet sound of her laughter filtered through the house. Oh yes….we shall see. Once Delia was gone, Macy turned her attention to her father. For the first time in her life, she felt what concern actually was. She tried to turn him over, but there wasn’t enough strength in her little frame to accomplish it. She shook him, grunting audibly, she was not able to form the words to express her worries….she had never had a reason to do so. John woke up quckly…..and rolled over to see his daughter standing over him. Oh god, what a dream….. He covered his face with his hands and sat up, rubbing his temples hard. His chest hurt terribly, as if someone had hit him with a sledgehammer. Gingerly, he rubbed the area between his nipples and winced. What the hell happened? He looked around him, dazed and disoriented……..then slowly….it all started to filter back, piece by piece. Macy sat on her knees next to him. It was strange to see such a look of concern on her little face, it seemed out of place somehow. He looked at her questioningly. “What…?” He started. Quickly, she placed a little finger on his lips and shook her head. She traced the outlines of his mouth, studying him intently. Slowly, her little hand moved down to his chin…..to his chest, where she gingerly explored the area where she had pushed him. And each place she touched him, the soreness disappeared. She looked him in the face once more…..then sat up on her knees, bent over and hugged him tightly. Macy started to cry once again. John hugged his daughter back, feeling her body shake with her sobs, feeling the wetness of her tears on his shoulder. He pulled her face away, and looked deep into her eyes. And he saw undefiled love within her soul. A love for him. He bent down and kissed his daughter full on the lips. Drinking in the sweetness of her love, tasting her breath…..crushing his lips against hers. Macy responded likewise….she kissed him passionately and long. Their tongues intertwining with each other….probing deep into each others mouth. Macy began to breath hard, and she could feel the stirrings of passion deep within her body….similar to before, except this time, it was genuine love for her father, and she cherished it. John was beginning to have similar feelings….and his breathing became ragged and uneven as he kissed his little girl wetly. He held her close to him, feeling the frailty of her body, the heat of her sexuality. He held her tightly, and with their mouths still locked together, he stood and carried her to the hearth in front of the fireplace, where a large, plush rug had been set down. Gently, he set her down on the floor, and sat next to her, still kissing her. They kissed for a long time, each of them getting more and more passionate. They began to explore each others bodies, Macy tugging at the waistband of his jeans, unzipping them, her little hands attempting to pull them down. John ran his hands up the length of her covered legs, to her little bottom….there he clutched it tightly, squeezing and kneading her buttocks through the thin little nightie. He knew he could have sex with the child safely, without hurting her….he knew because it had already happened…but unlike last time, he could see that Macy was not pushing him into it, she was leaving it up to him to proceed. And unlike last time, he was completely willing to do so on his own. He loved this child with all his heart, and now he realized, that he and her could have a special relationship….father and daughter…..unlike any other. His hands went to the hem of her nightie, and he started to pull it up her legs. Between kisses, Macy sighed softly and shifted slightly to allow him to get it past her knees…..until it was up to her waist, above the thin elastic of her panties. He pushed his hands under the fabric of her panties and touched the smooth flesh of her bare buttocks. He kneaded them slowly, pulling them apart….massaging her bare flesh. One in each palm..squeezing them softly and tenderly. Macy spread her legs and sighed softly……. John moved his probing fingers down between the crack of her ass and rubbed the tiny puckered opening of her little anus, lubricating it with the wetness of her crotch….tenderly probing the outer ring…..slipping a finger slowly inside. Macy gasped with obvious pleasure as his finger invaded her body and reached down to pull her panties off. John helped her with his free hand, still crushing his mouth against hers, and his finger still in her little ass. Since Macy was so short, he was able to get them down to her ankles, where she kicked them off with her feet, and spread her legs wide. John started to finger her little bottom slowly….deeply….. Macy moaned loudly, her little face covered in sweat, glimmering in the fire….her dark hair sticking to her face….her eyes were closed in passion She was beautiful…. Her hands started fumbling with the clasp on his pants once more, trying desperately to get them off. He pulled his finger out of her, pulled his mouth away from hers and gently moved her aside as he sat up. He pulled his pants down and off, shorts and all. His erection was large, not huge, but big for him……and he felt a little proud of the fact that he could actually give it all to her, and satisfy her. Macy reached over tentatively and touched it with her fingers. It jerked slightly and bobbed. She stared at it for a moment, then she got up on her knees, just the right height for it to be directly in her face. She took hold of it in both of her little hands and looked up at her father. John smiled……and left it up to her to decide what to do. Macy smiled back, and then bent forward and took him in her mouth. She slid as much of his shaft as she could into her mouth……which actually, was almost all of it. Her inexperienced tongue sent shivers of static through his body as it tickled the sensitive underside each time she slid up. She sucked hard on his cock, trying her best to make him feel as good as possible….love flowed through her heart as she did this, and she finally understood what it actually meant. And did she love her daddy…..oh yes….and she wanted to show him in her own way. She stuffed as much of his manhood as she could into her mouth and tried to satisfy him as much as she could…. And when she felt him stiffen, his cock swelled and grew hot in her mouth….she tightened her grip on it with her little lips. John grunted and closed his eyes, he pistoned his cock in and out of his daughters little mouth slowly, even though he wanted to speed up…..he didn’t want to scare her, or hurt her. And then…he felt the first fire of his impending orgasm. He grabbed her head and began to slide it up and down the entire length of his shaft rapidly, burying it as deep as he could inside her mouth, ignoring her grunts each time the head slammed against the back of her throat. His cock swelled, and he could feel the fire as it raced through his balls and exploded in her mouth. Macy held on with her mouth as tightly as she could, swallowing rapidly, feeling the heat of his sperm splash against her tongue….against the inside of her mouth, between her teeth. John let go with an orgasm that was so powerful, it was almost painful…..and he emptied his balls inside the childs mouth. Come dribbled out from between Macys lips as she tried to swallow as much as she could. It worked it’s way down her chin, hanging suspended for a moment before spattering to the thick carpet under them. As the last vestiges of his orgasm began to die away, Macy sucked greedily on his cock, milking it dry. John pulled her face away from his cock and looked into her eyes…..and as she looked up into his own eyes…he saw desire…..love, and sexual passion. She wiped her chin and smiled up at him…..innocent and beautiful. And deep in her eyes…he saw something he had never seen his little daughter ever feel….a want that he never realized she had the ability to feel. And she looked up at him….small, frail…..yet more powerful than any single person John had ever met. He laid down and pulled her to him. She lay down on top of him, her head resting on his chest. He could feel the wet heat of her bare pussy on his softening cock…..and the feel of that tender place caused his sex to come to attention once more. Macy began to rub her pussy up and down the length of his shaft, lubricating it, stimulating it once more….until it was rock hard. She moaned and her little hand went between them. He felt her fingers on her crown of his cock as she guided it to the entrance of her little hole. She rubbed the head of his cock up and down the fiery wetness of her entire slit…..pushing it gently against the tiny little hole at the base, her wetness soaking him…..slippery…and then slowly inserting the head of his cock inside her body. Macy moaned, her eyes closed….her mouth in a little ‘O’ of desire. She slid down his body a little….slipping him in even further. John grabbed hold of her knees and pulled them to him, forcing her pussy further down on his cock. Then, he pushed up slowly……sliding the entire length of his cock inside his daughters pussy. They sighed in unison. Father and child…..and John began to fuck his daughter in long, slow strokes. Her little bottom rose up and down as she rode the length of his cock in it’s entirety…..slipping it deep inside her body. In the firelight, their sweat stood out like jewels on their unmatched bodies….intertwining, one with another. The room was filled with the soft sounds of their sex as father and child formed a union between each other. And John fucked his daughter for over an hour in that manner….both of them moaning and grunting….their movements becoming faster, Macy feverishly sliding up and down the length of her fathers cock….the hairless lips of her pussy sucking greedily on the shaft as it plunged deep inside her four year old body. John held her tightly and rolled over….she was now under him. He held her legs up by the ankles and folded them over on each side of her head. Her heels pressed against the hairs of his chest as he crushed her tiny body beneath him. He placed his hands on either side of her head and pumped as hard as he could, shoving his cock into her body deep and fast…..hearing her grunts of pure pleasure….watching delightedly at the rapturous expression on her face. Her mouth open slightly, her eyes closed….and her little tongue poking out between her teeth. Her soft squeals of pleasure each time his cock sank inside her…..all of which prompted him to fuck her even harder. And oh….so tight….her child pussy massaged the sensitive flesh of his cock each time he thrust into her…he could feel her wetness, and the heat of her undeveloped cunt. The ripples of her pleasure….her tiny muscles tightening on the shaft as he pulled almost completely out of her, and then slammed it in again. He could feel her bare flesh against his belly……slick and hot from both of their come. And Macy could feel the hairs of his crotch tickle the lips of her hairless pussy each time he thrust into her….she could feel the length of his shaft as it stretched the walls of her little tunnel and pushed against her cervix. She felt completely full of him, satisfied and very happy….electricity ran through her little body each time he backed out, and then a jolt sizzled from her crotch…cascading from her toes to the top of her head each time he thrust it in….grunts of animal lust escaped her lips as she accepted her fathers cock into her body… She pushed her bottom up, keeping in time to his powerful thrusts, trying to force him deeper into her little body. John understood what she was trying to do, and pushed her legs even further over her head, turning her pussy up at a higher angle…….his cock sank even deeper. Macy cried out…as she began to feel an orgasm so powerful, it almost scared her…her body shook, her pussy becoming soaked with wetness, leaking out from between the obscenely stretched lips and running down the crack of her ass….mixing with her sweat. John felt her coming, her little cunt suddenly became unbelievably tight, and he felt his own orgasm sizzling it’s way down his shaft. He shoved as hard as he dared into the childs body, burying the shaft to the hilt, as if he were trying to force his balls in as well……and he filled his little daughter with the most powerful orgasm he had ever felt in his life. Jet after jet of sperm shot into the little girl, filling her womb, causing her cry to mix with that of his own. He emptied himself deep inside the child…..the orgasm seeming to never end… And then finally, when it did….he collapsed over his daughter, exhausted. Her harsh breathing mixed with his own… Macy lay under him. She was too little to try and push him off….and besides, she didn’t want to. The feel of his cock inside her pussy, shrinking slowly….was wonderful…. And she felt so happy…so alive….so free. She kissed the soft hairs on his chest and snuggled her face in them…smelling the musky odor of his sweat, knowing it was because of her that he was sweaty. “I love you daddy.” She said softly…… Her eyes flicked up past his shoulders to the mantle…….and the ancient painting was gone, as if it had never been there. And they fell asleep by the fire…..the soft glow reflecting off the sweaty sheen of their bodies….father and daughter. Lovers. And in a darkened corner of the room….away from the protection of the fire….Delia stood in the shadows…..her eyes flashed in anger. She turned towards a certain place in the wall……and disappeared. ************************************************ ===== __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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