Hello, and greetings to my fellow patrons of the Dionysian Guild at Providence, Rhode Island! It is I, Everette Dain Thruston of Boston, Massachusetts — Dionysian Pathfinder of Providence, and Naturalist.

As I promised in my last letter, I am to document all my adventures in effort to reassure my well-being and as an effort to provide you all an enjoyable story while I am away.

Prior to my adventures, I needed a way to finance my trip. Now I may have been born and raised into an upper middle class family, let alone one in Rhode Island, I was not free to take the money that my father and mother had created. I needed to show evidence that I was able to gain and sustain a stable income before being allowed into the family funds.

At first I considered taking up a job at a nearby mill that my father owned, much like he did with my grandfather. However, it was while I was visiting a local market with Mrs. Gilfred that I solidified my future income.

I was sitting at a bench not far from the market stall. Mrs. Gilfred was taking her time selecting the various fruits and vegetables and I had simply grew tired of standing. Next to me, a mother was speaking to her daughter. The mother was explaining to her child that she had to visit a family member in Boston and that she had to take the daughter with her. The child protested saying that her father could take care of them, but the mother opposed because the father worked all day and only went home to sleep.

I didn't really think much of the conversation at first. Of course, I did not know this family and held no obligation to them. Not only that, the mother appeared rather plain-looking. She held no bust, had no fat on her bottom, and her voice was even monotone.

They began to leave and about the same time I got up from the bench. I had failed notice that Mrs. Gilfred had been waiting me for near the market entrance, she as well ready to leave. I was walking along the crown until I was suddenly halted from my steps. My crotch was enveloped by a soft, warm cushion. as I looked down I heard the same small innocent voice from the bench saying "sorry" as she struggled to fix her shoe.

 My mind raced. I could not believe the view that I was seeing. I questioned myself, "How could such a plain woman give birth to such a curvy and plump girl?" Though it was only second, the jiggle from her big fat butt felt like an eternity. I struggled to hold back my lust to limited success.

She fixed her shoe and continued walking alongside her mother. It was then I decided to seek a 'job opportunity'. I interrupted the two and explained how I had overheard their conversation and was willing to take care of her daughter during the day. She first refused, saying that they didn't have much money, but when I said that I would gladly do it for cheap I became a self-working man.

Nothing eventful occurred the on first week. I was busy gaining trust of the little girl and learning the exact schedule of the father. The girl's name was Heaven and, despite her physically endowed body, she was nearly 8-years old.

It was during the second week when I began to have some fun with her. Heaven would fall asleep around 8:30 in the evening, about an hour before her father would arrive. It was during this 'Goldilocks zone' I would grind my cock between her cheeks and against her face. Thankfully for me, she was quite the heavy sleep so I was able to do nearly anything I wanted. I squeezed and played with her ass, I kissed and shoved my tongue into her mouth, and would even slap my big heavy cock on her face.

Several times did I leave a hot sticky mess on her face though I did my best to clean it up. A few times her father had questioned about the strange odor coming from her face but I always blamed it on bad breath due to eating vegetables before bed.

This continued for nearly three weeks without fail but I desired for more. Her small curvaceous body was temping my penis like a snake charmer. I had been wanting to use her small cunny but my dick was a bit too big and I needed to loosen her up first. But I couldn't wait anymore. My urges grew stronger with each day and I simply could not handle it no more, I wanted more. I needed more. One way or another, I was going to fit in.

It was the day of her 8th birthday. I had promised her the week prior that I would bake her cake for being a good girl and it was true. Though my eyes only held lust, I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy her company. She was nice, well-behaved, and surprisingly funny. Top it all off, her innocence brought a greater attraction.

She offered to help make the cake which I accepted dearly. I told her to mix in a bowl 2.5 cups of flour, 2 cups of sugar, 3 teaspoons of baking powder and a teaspoon of salt. While she did that, I stirred 1 cup of milk, .5 cup of coconut oil, 1 tablespoon of a vanilla, 2 eggs and a hot cup of water.
[This a pretty good cake mix, I honestly recommend it]

She looked so adorable mixing the ingredients together. Seeing her struggle to mix the bowl with her small little hands wrapping around a thick wooden. Jerking it around so enthusiastically. Watching her cute blue bow bounce around as she marched around with the ingredients. Best of all, looking at her big beautiful butt hang under from her tiny dress. I had gotten it for her as a gift, of course I purposely bought one the was a little too short.

It was after I poured in the hot cup of water when she brought me the finished mix. "Here you go, Every", she said proudly as a big smile gleamed from ear to ear. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed her. I wanted to pierce my long fat cock straight into her womb. It was my desire to have my way with her a bring a new kind of smile to her face.

I grabbed her tiny body and planted it onto the kitchen island. I tore off her gift and unleashed my member. I pulled her small frame towards me as my cock sat comfortably between her legs. She stared at my cock with mixed emotions. I could see fear, confusion, and curiosity. Her face was flushed red and I prepared to enter her beautiful plump pussy.

 Finally, I was there. The entirety of a month worth of teasing has led up to this moment. I slather my cock with some of the left over coconut oil and place my tip at the entrance of her cunny. The warmth that radiated from it was more than enough to satisfy my needs but I wanted more - I needed more. I needed her.

She looked up into my eyes. She tried to utter a word but the only sound to leave her pretty mouth was a small yelp as I began to ravage her pussy. I did not bother to hold back. I was relentless with my pleasures as her stomach bulged outwards as my cock filled up her womb. I gritted my teeth while holding her feet behind her head. Our juices mixed and slurred into a sloppy mess as my balls slapped against the border of her pussy.

She was handling it pretty well, a fact the shook me a bit, but this only caused my to go harder and harder. I pounded her on the countertop for nearly half an hour. I felt my cock pulsing and my balls tighten as my body was getting ready to cum. During the entire time, I kept asking for her forgiveness, repeatedly panting "I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm sorry". Whether or not I was truly sorry I do not know, but the high of domination certainly made the moment hotter.

As I was hammering the final nails, I looked deeply into her eyes. Much like me, she was high in bliss. Grace did not know why, but she was enjoying the feeling of having her organs rearranged by me. Feeling the rise coming to the tip of my dick, I once again pleaded for her forgiveness. I huffed and I panted "I'm sorry - I'm sorry - I'm sorry - I'm - SORRY, ughhhhhh" as I unloaded a gallon worth of my baby batter into her womb.

Her body being so small, she could not hold it all and it began squirting out between the gaps of her lips and my cock. She once again looked at with the same look of fear, confusion, and curiosity except this time a new emotion appeared. Joy. Even the sensation of pulling out was god sent. But as you all can probably guess it was not enough.

I let myself catch a breath before taking her into the living room. I threw her onto her back onto the couch and once again mounted over her. I planted both feet onto the cushions and gripped the backrest of the couch. She tried to push me back with her, asking me to wait a little bit but I could not contain myself. My tip kissed the entrance of her pussy before slamming my entire weight into her. Thanks to the new position, I was able to fit in more of my cock into her pussy. 

 I held her down there for another 3 hours. 5 times did I flood her womb with my sperm and 3 times did I cover her pretty face with it. She was out of breath. I wasn't exactly paying attention, but the contraction of her walls told me that she had to have came at least 12 different times. I was proud of myself as my dick made a loud pop as I pulled out. I looked upon the mess I made and saw that she was happy.

Grace fell asleep and I let her rest. After I cleaned her up, I continued to finish the cake I promised her. Due to my 'exploits', I had to remake both of the mixes again from scratch. I was taking her cake out of the oven when I heard a satisfied sigh from the living room. I iced the cake and presented it to her with a big lit candle. Once again, did I see her face light up with joy as I sang her a happy birthday. She stuffed her face with cake and she was happy. She asked "can we do this again" in which I responded that I'd love to sing her happy birthday again. To my surprise, she said she wanted to do what we did in the kitchen and on the couch again. How could I say no to a pretty girl like her?

Everyday, after her father left for work and I was babysitting did we fuck like rabbits. I was saddened when her mother returned but I had to return home. My father was quite proud of my dedication and allowed me into the family funds.

Before I left Grace's home, I had mentioned that I had a younger sister and that she was welcomed to come by whenever she wanted to. Since then, every Saturday while my parents were away, my sister out of the house, and Mrs. Gilfred taking her day off did she come to my house relive her birthday.

It is getting late into the night and I must catch my slumber. I hope you all enjoyed this story but until next time, have a good one!

Everette Dain Thruston