Disclaimer This work is Copyrighted to the author. All people and events in this story are entirely fictitious. I'm not entirely sure how it happened. I had been scheming to fuck Jane's daughter but in the months since I met them I hadn't made any headway. I'd seduced little preteen girls before, even bought one once, but never had I tried to fuck a mother and her baby girl together. I was scared Jane would call the cops on me for even thinking it, or that Krista would tell her mother or a teacher. Tonight I decided to go to my place instead of Jane's. I'd been living with them for a few months but felt I needed a break from her neediness. I knew there would be consequences but I never counted on this. Jane had given her virgin 8 year old daughter to me knowing full well that I was going to fuck her. To treat sweet innocent Krista like a whore, just like I treat her mother. All I had to do was come back to her. Jane had dressed Krista in the schoolgirl outfit she herself wore when I fucked her and played out my perverted fantasies. Krista's skin was so pale. No, more than pale. Porcelain. Alabaster. Almost translucent. Her scarlet red hair was done in braided pigtails that hung past her shoulders, down the front of her blouse. A veil of light brown freckles dusted her face. I preferred Jane didn't wear make-up when done up in this costume but she put smokey shadow and black liner on Krista's eyes. There was a reddish blush on her cheeks, and deep red lipstick on her lips. A gold crucifix hung from her neck along with a narrow, silver studded, black leather choker. The little girl looked so pure and innocent, yet so wicked and dirty. An angel and a whore at the same time. Seems Jane knew me better than I thought. "Krista, come here. Do you know why your mother brought you to me?" "Sort of. She said I had to do everything you said. That you might be doing grown-up stuff with me, and that I should be nice and not cry. That I was doing it so you would come back to us." "Is it OK with you, what she said?" "I don't know. Momma didn't even ask me or nothing. She just told me to get dressed in these clothes, and then she put make-up on my face, and then told to come with her. I like you Guy, but I hear you and Momma at night sometimes. I hear her crying. I'm scared. Are you going to hurt me like you do Momma? Maybe she likes it but I'm scared. I think I hate her." "Some of the stuff we are going to do will hurt. I can't help that. But you know me, I couldn't put you in danger." I knew that wasn't completely true but what was I supposed to say? You'll learn to like it? That soon you'll ask for it and mean it? You'll obey me or else? Before she had a chance to think about it or say anything I reached out for her and pulled her closer. With my left hand at the small of her back, I ran my right one up her left leg and under the school jumper until I reached her ass. Wasting no time I jerked her panty down to her knees, then quickly returned my hand to her ass. She was so petite that both her ass cheeks almost fit in one hand. I slid my left hand up her back, between her shoulder blades, and drew her face closer. Our lips touched in a simple kiss. I could feel her breathe through her nostrils and held the kiss until she couldn't take in enough air through those 2 tiny passages. Krista broke the kiss and gasped for air. I let her inhale but quickly slipped my tongue in her mouth. At first she didn't know why my tongue invaded her mouth and she tried using her tongue to push mine out. Slowly her resistance ebbed and something else took over. Was it instinct or the memory of seeing her mother making out with other men? I don't know, but to me it felt like passion. Maybe that's not the right word. A craving, a need, a hunger? Whatever it was it was making me faint. All I know is that every ounce of energy in her little body was channeled into this kiss and she was draining me. No 8 year old could fake this. And it wasn't lust. I don't believe a girl this young was capable of that no matter what you read on the preteen sex story sites. Maybe, this was love. The kind only a love starved little girl could conjure. The purest kind. This precious little goddess loved me. To her I was the daddy she never had. I started losing myself in my fantasy. I could see Krista and I running away and living as lovers. To the outside world we'd be Guy and his daughter Krista. In private we'd be husband and wife. She'd have a baby girl and after a few years I would fuck her too. Paradise. Krista started moaning lightly and pressing her lips to mine with such a hunger that she actually began chewing on my tongue. Never had a woman do that to me, no less a girl. Then we banged teeth. I broke contact. "Easy Baby. Take it easy. We have plenty of time. No hurry." Moving closer to resume our kissing I peered into her sparkling blue eyes and saw something familiar. It was the same kind of desperate need Jane had. Then I realized Krista was the same kind of empty bottomless pit her mother was. A deep dark pool of despair. She could pull me down and drown me if I let her. I realized then that I couldn't let myself fall in love with this tiny creature. If I fell into her trap I would be her slave forever. I realized what had to be done. I dove in and resumed the kiss. Krista wrapped her arms around my neck. I pushed deeper into her mouth with my tongue. I explored her cheeks and filled her mouth with my saliva. So much that she started choking and coughing. My left hand was still holding her back and the other on her bare ass. This was to change. While she was struggling to breathe I used my right hand to spread her legs apart then quickly slid my fingers between her cunt lips. My God, was she soaked. Dripping. Her juices poured over my hand as soon as I parted her pussy lips. So much that I thought she peed on me. But it was honeydew alright. I'd know that slippery nectar anywhere. I spread it back between her ass cheeks and pushed some into her asshole. I pressed in up to my first knuckle and gave her a little finger ass-fuck. Instantly her sphincter clenched my finger. We were still locked in our kiss when she froze. I was staring at her face and I saw when her eyes sprung open. That look of desperation was gone, replaced by fear. Nothing excites me as much as a submissive female. Young or adult. No matter how strong and confident they appear on the outside, all women are instinctively submissive. You can't argue with a billion years of evolution. A lioness does the majority of the hunting for the pride but presents the kill to the dominant male first. He eats the best and leaves the rest for his family. And that family is all female except for maybe a few male cubs. They'll be chased out when they get older. The female cubs he'll keep and fuck when they're ripe. That's what females of most species are for. To serve the males. Human females are the same. They just need to be reminded. With her asshole primed and my finger wet with her pussy nectar I shoved it deep up her ass. She screamed but the sound was muffled by my mouth. I gave her a few seconds before pumping my finger in and out. Still staring at her face I could see her relenting. With my finger I could feel her sphincter relaxing. That's when I shoved a second finger into her bowels. Her whole body tensed up. She lowered her arms and put her hands on my chest in a valiant effort to push me away. More screams. I bit her tongue, hard. I may have drawn a little blood telling by the taste. Her scream stopped. I resumed her ass rape, sawing in and out. When I could feel her body starting to go limp. I pulled my fingers out and dropped my left arm. She had been using me to support herself so when I did this she fell to the floor. Krista was breathing heavily and whimpering. "Stand up and take off your clothes and fold them neatly. Leave your shoes and socks on. When you're finished stand in front of me." So in a daze was she that she just did as she was told. It took some effort to stand due to the weakness in her legs and a very sore asshole. It would get worse. To speed things up I undid my belt and pants. She would learn to do that later. I sat and watched as she carried out her orders. The uniform was sized for her mother so it was easy for her to pull it straight up over her head. I got my first glimpse at her sweet pussy and delectable ass. Next came the Peter Pan collared blouse and white tank top undershirt. I'd gotten peeks under her clothes while staying with mother and daughter but never seen her totally naked. Unbelievably beautiful. No moles or scars. She was perfect. This was skin that never saw the sun so there weren't any freckles to be seen. Her ass was small but nicely shaped and very firm. Her tummy had a small baby fat pooch and her lower back had that little girl arch that I loved. I already told you that her legs were slender and long. At least for an 8 year old. Except for her lack of breasts she was proportionately a woman. I could imagine her in black thigh high stocking and red patent leather pumps. As the dress rose higher I could see her nipples. You couldn't call them breasts yet. Flat as a board. I hoped she would be a late bloomer and remain flat chested for a long time. They were a delicate pink, barely darker than the surrounding skin. Maybe there was a way to delay her puberty. Hmmm? By now her clothes were off and Krista stood with her back to me folding it. "Give them to me." She turned around and handed me the dress, blouse, and underwear. I dropped it to my feet. "Kneel on it." As her knees touched down I reached into my boxers, grasped my cock, and pulled it out over the waistband. Krista's eyes bulged. I began to stroke it. It had gotten hard during the kissing but now free of the confines of my pants it grew to its full length and girth. The little girl's face was a mix of disgust and fear. "This is my cock. You will learn to love it as much as your mother does. She loves my cock so much that she gave you to me so I could teach you to love it too. Now, I want you to take your hands and touch it. Rub it all over." When she hesitated I did the only thing I could do. I slapped her in the face. Not hard but enough to get her attention. She looked up at me and her eyes seemed to ask me, why? I didn't say anything. I pointed to my swollen fuck tool and she knew she had no choice. Her hands were cold and my blood engorged cock must have burned her palms. She explored the length of it but was curious about the mushroom shaped head. Compared to the lean hard shaft the head was soft and squishy. "Move your hands up and down. Squeeze it." Still looking up at me she started to awkwardly stroke my cock. Reaching out I placed my hand over hers and taught her how I liked it. No sense in punishing her for not doing it right. She'd get plenty of practice. "Kiss it." She looked at me for a millisecond before leaning forward and touching my cock with her lips. She must have remembered the slap. "Good girl. Now open your mouth." This time she really hesitated. Not giving her time to think I reached out and grabbed a handful of scarlet red hair and pulled her face to my meat. Again she didn't open her mouth so she got another slap. "Open your fucking mouth you little bitch." The baby whore finally got the message and parted her lips. Using her hair as a handle I guided her mouth to my meat and pulled her down until my cock touched the back of her throat. "Suck it." This time without a second thought she closed her lips around my cock and began to suck it like her life depended on it. I'd teach her about using her tongue later but for now this felt great. I started rocking her head up and down my cock. The suction she was giving my cock was incredible. I was excited even before she was naked but now I was on fire. My toes began to curl, my legs shivered, my nuts began to stir, and I exploded with jets of white hot cum. The poor little whore sputtered and coughed but I didn't let her up until my balls were drained. I was so proud of myself. I wanted to see her mouth full of my seed. "Don't you fucking swallow, and you better not spit. You keep it in your mouth until I say." I let go of her hair and she slowly rose. She looked up and I saw tears rolling down her cheeks. "Open up. Let me see inside your mouth." Forgetting how small her mouth was I was delighted to see my cum spill over her lower lip when she did. Some dripped off her chin onto the hardwood floor. What a beautiful sight. Next time I would set up my camcorder. "Swallow it. It's good for you. Your mother can't get enough of it." With her mouth filled with cum she fought hard not to gag. "It's pee. Why did you pee in my mouth?" "You stupid girl. Don't you know what I've given you? It's the most precious gift a man can give a girl. That's not pee. That's my seed. It's life. It's what gives girls babies. Now swallow it." Her mouth still filled with my "gift" she gurgled when she spoke. "Am I going to have a baby?" "No. You're too young. Besides, you don't get pregnant swallowing it. I have to put it in your cunt for that." "But how do............" "Shut up and swallow or so help me I'll beat you so bad your mother won't recognize you." With that she gulped it down. "Good girl. Now go wash your face and bring me a hot washcloth." She crawled a little before getting up and walking to the bathroom. I leaned back in my chair very content with her progress so far. Think about it. She couldn't tell anyone what was going on. She'd have to tell on her mother and she'd never do that. Her mother couldn't tell or she'd lose us both. I was the weakest link. I was already dying to tell someone. Krista returned all freshened and carrying a steaming hot washcloth, still naked except for the knee highs and maryjanes. "Come here and clean off my cock." Obediently, Krista knelt at my feet and wiped cum and saliva off my dick. She was very careful, even tender. It felt real nice. Too bad I was going to hurt her some more before the night was done. I thanked her and bent down and gave her a tender little kiss. I told her to get some paper towels and clean up the cum off the floor, rinse the cloth and bring it to my bedroom. I rose from my chair and headed for the bedroom. I turned down the bed, took the KY out of my night stand drawer, and placed it where it would be handy. Remembering how I missed the opportunity to tape her giving me head, I pulled out my camcorder and placed it in the TV cabinet next to the set. I placed its remote next to the KY. Krista returned with the washcloth. I placed it on a snack tray I keep by the bed. "Come here and get in bed." She started to take off her shoes when I told her to stop. "Did I say take off your shoes? I said get in bed. Learn to do what I say." She took a few quick steps and hopped onto the bed, landing with a little bounce. Krista scooted herself to the pillows and settled in. She was a sight to see. This pretty little redheaded girl with her flawless skin and hairless pussy was laying in my bed. I didn't think this night would ever arrive. I told her to stay put and gave her the TV remote. I went to the living room. I opened my liquor cabinet and looked for something to relax me and Krista. I didn't have anything that would be palatable for an 8 year old but I did have grenadine, maraschino cherries, and OJ in the fridge. I picked a bottle of tequila, and the glass of wine I had been drinking earlier, and went to mix a batch of Tequila Sunrises. I hadn't had one since the disco days of the '70s but I remembered that you could hardly taste the booze if you mixed it right. A little sugar wouldn't hurt either. I played bartender and made a pitcher. I cut up some cheese, and brought everything to the bedroom on a tray. Krista was laying on my bed watching TV. It was past her usual bedtime so she was watching something more adult that she was used to. It was an HBO show about a Nevada whorehouse. Not exactly X rated porn but certainly more raw than anything she was used to watching. I left it on figuring if she didn't know what was going on she soon would anyway so why bother shielding her now. I placed the tray on a snack table next to the bed and brought her the undershirt she wore here. I told her to put it on and make herself comfortable. She asked about her shoes but I told her to keep them on, that I thought they looked cute. She put on the shirt and slid her legs under the blanket. Strange but she didn't seem scared or nervous. Here she was, half naked, getting in bed with a grown man that had a short time earlier slapped her around and raped her mouth. I handed her a small glass and a plate with some cheese. The glass had some grenadine coating the bottom and she loved the way it was stirred up when I poured in the tequila & juice mixture. She looked up at me with this huge smile. Krista sniffed the glass and asked me what it was. I told her it was what adults called a nightcap. Something to relax us and help us sleep. She sipped the drink and said she liked it. I told her not to drink or eat too fast or she'd get sick. When she asked why I said because it was late and she wasn't used to drinking and eating so close to going to sleep. She accepted that and sipped and nibbled while watching this whore talk to her john about the joys of anal sex. Very surreal, considering the circumstances. While she was occupied I started undressing, stripping down to my boxers and undershirt. I picked up my wine glass and climbed into bed with my prize. I took the remote back and looked for another program. I'd already seen the whorehouse show before. It didn't appeal to me. The women were too old and their tits too big. I don't understand American men's obsession with huge unnatural looking boobs. Instead of soft mounds of flesh women are mutilating themselves to have over-inflated basketballs on their chests. In my perfect world I'd lop them off. Look at my little toy. She's as flat as a board with tiny pink nipples. I wish she'd stay that way but I know changes will come. Still, her mother has small tits so I'm hoping Krista will be the same. Anyway, I settled in next to Krista and we clinked glasses, ate cheese and watched David Letterman. I could tell the tequila was starting to work. I made the mixture very weak. I didn't want her drunk or passed out. I just wanted her a little relaxed. Easier to fit my cock in her pussy that way. I poured her another glass and took the cheese plate away. I pulled her over to cuddle with me. Still sipping her cocktail Krista leaned against me and rested her head on my chest. She seemed comfortable but I wasn't so I scooped her up in my arms and sat her on my lap. She shifted around and found a comfy position and resumed watching the TV. Miley Cyrus was a guest and that thrilled her. "Hannah Montana" was her favorite show. A little too old for my taste but I can't say I wouldn't fuck her given the opportunity. Great body for a teen but that face. Something about her face turned me off. Nothing a paper bag wouldn't cure, right? Anyway, with Krista comfortably numb I started to make my move. It was all moot since I had a green light to rape her if I wanted but playing this seduction game was fun for me and would maybe make it more pleasant for her. I took away her drink to prevent any spills and wrapped my arms around her. Krista held to them and leaned her head back on my chest. I reached down with my right hand and cupped her pussy. My left hand slipped under her tank top and played with her nipples. She hardly reacted. Good old tequila. Works on little girls the same as on big girls. My fingers played with her clit and nipples. Softly but with an occasional pinch thrown in. Oh how much I wanted to push a finger inside her cunt but I wanted my cock to be the thing to pop that cherry. But how to do it? I was so much larger than her and she was small for her age. Hell, she was the same height as the little girl my mother caught sucking my cock. The missionary position was out. I wouldn't be able to see her face when I fucked her because she was so much shorter. Plus I might crush her with my weight. Doggy style was out too for the same reason. No face. Her being on top wouldn't work either. The pain I expected she'd feel might cause her to back off and struggle. While I liked to play rape, I didn't want to actually commit the act. I finally decided that since I had her in my lap already I'd fuck her that way. Facing away from me yes, but with my arms around her to control the action. I guess I'd see it in the video later. My cock was hard with Krista resting her ass on it. Inadvertently she would wiggle and slide against it to my immense pleasure. When I felt her tiny nipples hardening and her pussy getting juicy, I removed my hands from her. I retrieved the camcorder remote and started to record. Taking the KY I squeezed a little into my palm and reached under my little girl to rub it on my cock. "Are you going to sex me now?" How exciting to hear her say that. "Yes my precious. Yes I am going to fuck you." I wiped my hand with the washcloth and lifted Krista. She dangled just like a rag doll with her white tank top, her blue knee socks, and her black Mary Jane shoes. All very school girl until you catch sight of the make-up and leather choker. Her lipstick was a little faded after the blow-job but it was still noticeable. I lowered her onto my cock but didn't enter her. Instead it rested between her thighs and rubbed against her puffy little labia. Wrapping my arms around her again I warned her about what was about to happen. "Now sweetheart, I am going to push my cock into your pussy and I won't lie. It's going to hurt. It's like getting a shot at the doctor's office. One big pain but then it's over and the pain gets smaller and smaller. It's better than that because it changes from pain into the best thing you ever felt. It's going to make your whole body tingle and shiver. It's like the time you went with me on that Tilt-a-Whirl at the street fair. You said you got butterflies in your tummy and your head got dizzy, remember? Well, fucking is like that only a hundred times better. It just hurts a little the first time." While her tequila fogged brain processed that I smeared a little KY into her pussy opening, lifted her over my cock, and lowered her down on it. It was surprising how smoothly it went. I found her opening quite easily and felt the resistance at her hymen. It took only a little down pressure to break though into her cunt. Once in I didn't stop until I reached her cervix. Naturally she screamed. Luckily the walls here are thick. I held her down for a bit, enjoying the feeling of her thrashing and kicking, and the cunt spasms on my cock. It was like wrapping your dick with a vibrator. It was all I dreamt it would be. Soon I began lifting her up, short of pulling out, and lowering her again. She was taking about 4 of my 7 inches but it might as well have been 12 to her, she was so small. Pretty soon my arms were getting tired so I let her slide all the way down. Shit, she took at least another inch. By now she had stopped screaming and carrying on. I pulled her top off, moved my hands back to her nipples and clit, and resumed rubbing and pinching her delicate areas. I also began to pump my hips and fucking her like God intended a man to fuck. With every thrust she would gasp a little. I don't think she was in much pain. After the initial push and the rush of pain and pleasure, she got quiet. Almost peaceful. Her pussy relaxed and my cock was sliding in and out much easier. Oh. it was still tight and squeezing me but she wasn't fighting it anymore. My fingers could feel her nipples get stiff and rise from the flatness of her chest. Maybe I'll have them pierced later. Her clit was hard too. Not very big but definitely erect. Every time I touched her I could feel her body shiver just a little. Her nervous system was transmitting waves of pleasure all over her body. Little Krista had crossed over to a world she never dreamed of. In this new world she would know more pleasure and love than any 8 year old in the vanilla world. Some pain too. She will crave cock. Cum will be milk to her. The crack of a strap across her ass will be as a caress. She will not feel complete without a cock inside her. She will lord over other little girls that don't know what she knows. As I fucked her I turned her head so we could kiss. When I lowered my face to hers the look on her face was amazing. It was like the faces of people in religious rapture. I had a girlfriend years ago who was Pentecostal and I went to a few services with her. There I saw people filled with the "Holy Spirit", talking in tongues, shaking with religious fever, and falling to the floor in delirium. Krista had that look. Our lips touched and she eagerly sucked my tongue into her mouth. Lord it was a powerful kiss. But suddenly she broke it. I'm not sure how she managed it but she quickly spun around on my cock so that we were now facing each other. Her arms wrapped around my neck tightly and she pressed her chest against mine. Now she was straddling my legs and there was a change in our fucking. Krista was now pulling herself up with her arms and legs then dropping herself on my cock. This wasn't the act of a victim. She was fucking me. And hard too. Harder than I was fucking her not a minute before. She was ramming her cunt down on my meat. She reminded me of her mother and the way she bounces on my cock when I let her sit on top. Only Krista was tighter and lighter. She was like a little pole dancer on my cock. There was so much going on that I lost my concentration and my orgasm got ahead of me. Right then my balls spewed their load. The rush through my cock sent shivers down my spine. Goose bumps erupted from my skin. It was like no other orgasm in my life. Maybe as good as my first one when I was 12 if I could remember it. My cum filled her tiny womb and squished out with every one of her thrusts. I know she could feel it when it hit her cervix because she started mumbling. I listened closely and could make it out. "Fuck-Me-Dad-dy-Fuck-Me-Dad-dy-Fuck-Me-Dad-dy.........." Every syllable in time with her thrusts. It was the first time she called me Daddy and now she never calls me anything else. I couldn't be sure, and she wouldn't know, but I thought she was into the third minute of continuous orgasm. There was sweat on her skin from head to toe. I was still hard so I kept fucking her like she begged. I hooked my arms under her legs and rocked us forward, her landing on her back, arms still locked around my neck, still impaled on my cock. Pulling her arms off my neck she settled back on the bed and grabbed my wrists. Now I began to fuck her with all I had left. My cock popped out a couple of times until I got the stroke down but then it was fast and hard. In and out, all the while Krista was still repeating her cadence. "Fuck me Daddy, fuck me Daddy, fuck me Daddy..............." After a few minutes I felt the old shiver and I came again. It was semi-dry this time but the warm glorious feeling was still there. I rolled to my side, my cock plopping out of her well used pussy, and lay next to my tiny whore. Would you believe she tried to climb on and put my cock inside her again? Unbelievable. I stopped her and hugged her. She laid on my chest and soon fell asleep. After I rested a bit I picked her up, and after removing her pretty shoes, slipped her under the covers. While undoing the mary janes I checked her pussy. There was some blood residue around her cunt and her labia were very red. Other than that and a little stain on my sheets there didn't seem to be much damage. I'd check her hymen in the morning to see if it was still bleeding. The urge to bury my face in her pussy was strong but I was so tired I decided to wait until we were rested. As it was I barely had the strength to clear the drinks and cheese from the room and turn off the camcorder. When I finally joined my little girl she was fast asleep and purring like a kitten. That night I slept like a baby. For some reason I don't usually have sex dreams. I'd love to but it's not something I can control. This night I did. I was with Krista at a party, maybe a wedding because she was dressed in a yellow flower girl type gown with lots of satin and lace. Her hair was loose and longer than it was now. Her legs had white tights or stockings and her feet were in white high heels, maybe 3 inches. I was in a dark suit, maybe a tuxedo. We were dancing, with me holding her by her ass, her arms wrapped around my neck, and her legs wrapped around my waist. We were the center of attention with family and friends cheering and clapping. The songs varied from waltzes to foxtrots, with some Beatles thrown in, but we never stopped dancing. The crowd kept cheering us on, yelling, clapping and whistling and all the while chanting, "Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her.................." I realized then that we were dancing naked, with her legs still wrapped around my waist, and my cock was buried in her cunt. She was wearing her white stockings, shoes, and a white choker around her neck. There was also a gold chain around her waist with a gold padlock. The crowd cheered and cheered, pushing us to a table where I leaned over and laid Krista on her back. I could see her face now and she was wearing a pasty face make-up with her eyes and lips done in black, Goth style. Her eyes, instead of blue, were red like an albino's. I could feel the people closing in, placing hands on my ass, pushing me to fuck her harder. And I did. I lifted her legs over my shoulders and began to lay into that cunt. I looked around and there were men fucking women, women eating pussy, women sucking cock, but I was the only one fucking a child. No one seemed to care. We were still the center of attention. Krista was screaming, her mouth wide opened, but without making a sound. The chanting grew louder and faster. I tried to keep up but it was too fast suddenly the table broke and I woke up. When I did I found my little girl still asleep. I got up and went to the bathroom to wash up. I decided to take a shower and walked into the stall. Finished with my body, I started shampooing my hair. My eyes closed, I heard the shower door open and close. Before I could rinse I felt a pair of hands on my cock. It was my tiny lover. Rinsing my hair and clearing my eyes of suds, I looked down and saw Krista, her hair now loose and wet, stroking my cock, her mouth wide opened getting ready to take it in. "Good morning Krista. You know, you don't have to do this just because I'm naked. We could just take a shower together." "I want to......Daddy. It tastes good." Who am I to argue with that? I let her have her way with it but not really knowing what to do I took her head in my hands and showed her the rhythm I liked. I taught her to stagger the stroke of her hands with that of her mouth. Not holding back I soon unloaded in her mouth. She remembered to show me her cum filled mouth and waited until I told her to swallow it. She's a fast learner. It's a great way to start the day. I recommend every man get an 8 year old to suck their cock in the morning. I washed her little body with soap and my bare hands paying close attention to her battered pussy. There's a built in seat in the shower and I stood Krista on it. Squatting down, I checked her hymen but saw no blood. Grabbing her ass cheeks with both hands I pulled her pussy to my mouth. Having washed her pussy I was denied the true taste of her honey but it was still nice. My tongue glided between the folds of her pussy and snaked into her cunt. It found her clit and flicked it some. It was heaven. On my mind was something a little closer to Hell though. With her still standing on the seat I twirled her around and spread those ass cheeks apart. Her squeaky clean rosebud of an asshole smiled at me, inviting me to have a taste. So I did. I buried my nose and tongue in her ass crack. I inhaled her aroma and sampled her flavor. I tried to poke my tongue inside her ass but the position was all wrong. My neck was hurting and my knees were too old for this. Besides, there was something else I wanted to try. Grabbing the bottle of hair conditioner I applied some on my cock. It was slippery enough to use as a lube and soon my cock was rock hard. I swapped places with Krista and sat on the seat while she stood with her back to me. Not knowing what I intended she just stood where she was positioned and didn't say a word. I told her to bend over and use her hands to spread her ass cheeks. I guess she thought I was going to fuck her pussy again and was a little surprised when she felt my cock pushing into her asshole. With no hymen to break, and the conditioner making things a bit slippery, my cock just eased its way inside her bowels. The ring of her sphincter squeezed my cock hard, traveling its length like a wave as it made its way inside her rectum. Holding on to her hips I pulled her closer. Sitting the way I was I couldn't use my hips to fuck her so I pulled and pushed her until she got the message and began doing it herself. It was very different from last night. No screaming or thrashing. No wild chanting or spasms. She just rocked her hips back and forth, milking my cock for its cum. It took a while since I had already cum in her mouth but she was patient. I couldn't see her hands but from the slight movements of her arms I guessed she was masturbating. Either playing with her clit or finger fucking her pussy. That must have been why she was so quiet. What a feeling. Warm water running over my body and a hot tight asshole for my cock to fuck. It was a great feeling but over way too soon. In no time I was filling her ass with another shot of cum. When I pushed her off my dick, she turned around, dropped to her knees, and shoved it into her mouth again. The suction was intense. All she wanted was a taste of my cum and didn't seem to be concerned about any shit that might be clinging to my meat. Maybe she didn't make that connection. Who was I to tell her? I turned the water off and toweled her dry. She wrapped her hair in a towel, brushed her teeth, and I gave her a tee-shirt of mine to wear. I'd have to buy her some clothes to wear other than that uniform. It was stained with cum and I didn't want to wash it clean. It sounds stupid but every stain held a memory. I rummaged around my drawers and found an old shirt I had outgrown years ago that with a belt could pass as a dress. We rinsed out her panty and undershirt and hung them to dry while we had breakfast. Krista asked me about the ass fucking in the shower. She wanted to know if she did it right. I said that she did great and had pleased me. She said it didn't hurt but she liked fucking in the pussy better. I asked her how she felt about what we were doing. She was honest and said she was confused. "I hear you and Momma sometimes and she's all crying and everything but it doesn't feel like it makes me want to cry. It hurts but it feels good too. I like sucking your willie. I like how it's all soft and stuff then it gets harder. And how the top of it stays soft and mushy but the bottom is hard. And the stuff when it comes out is hot. It tastes like salty ice-cream. I like it. And the feeling when I get all tingly and cold is Real nice. It goes up and down and all over. I liked that. So I guess I like it." "That tingly feeling is called an orgasm. I feel it too when that stuff comes out of my cock. I'll teach you all about it. I want you to use the words I use. Not baby words like willie or trickle. It's cock and pussy. I have a cock or a dick. You have a pussy. The stuff that comes out of my cock is called cum. It's really called sperm but I want you to say cum. You are never to say these words to anyone else. People think they're nasty words and you could get in trouble. I'll teach you more later." After some eggs and toast we got dressed. Her underwear was still wet so we decided to go commando. I had to explain that but she liked the idea. I joined her and went sans boxers. I didn't know of any kid's clothing stores in the area, though you'd think a pedophile like myself would, so I went online to find one. Krista had a favorite one in near midtown so we headed there. Not that she'd ever bought anything there or even been there. It was a shop she heard Miley Cyrus shopped at. I knew this would cost me money and lots of it but this little bitch had given me some of the best fucking I'd ever had so I figured she had earned herself a mini-spree. Believe it or not, most of the time it's faster to take the subway than it is to take a cab in NYC so I decided to take the train to 59th Street. I tried my best to make Krista's shirt dress look nice but I'm no fashionista. It was an old light blue dress shirt of mine I "outgrew". I bought it when I lost 20 pounds on a diet and later gained 25. It was way too baggy for her but I cut the sleeves and rolled them up into short sleeved cuffs. I cut the shirt tails off just above her knees, wrapped an old black leather belt twice around her thin waist and played with the shirt material until it poofed in the right places. With the collar turned up it looked kind of retro in a Ridgemount High sort of way. Naturally, she wore her black choker and crucifix except its chain was wrapped tight around her neck and not hanging loose. The "dress" was still hopelessly large for her but it was just temporary. She'd have a couple of new outfits soon. She put her navy blue knee socks back on from yesterday but wore them down and loose around her ankles in the Japanese schoolgirl style. The outfit was finished with her mary janes. So we're on the subway and we grab seats across from a nice looking lady, I'd say in her mid- thirties. A business exec or lawyer maybe. She was wearing a blue and white skirt with a swirling pattern, a white blouse with a modest neckline, and a blue blazer. Her legs were bare and her shoes black peep-toe pumps with about a 3 inch heel. I noticed her because of the way she crossed her legs. Of course one was crossed over the other, but then she tucked it under that leg so both legs were entwined. Unusual and very sexy. It revealed a sexy nature under that vanilla exterior. She was reading the paper but peeked over it when Krista sat down. I was people watching and didn't pay them much attention at first but I soon noticed this weird silent dialog. She smiled a big toothy grin at my girl and Krista returned it. It was like they were flirting with each other. The lady kept crossing and re-crossing her legs. Krista kept shifting around. This exchange went on for a while and I wasn't sure what was going on until I looked down at Krista. The little bitch was spreading her legs and flashing her pussy at this stranger. WTF? I gave my little girl a light slap on the thigh and she closed her legs. Then I looked at this woman and she shot me a frown. Slowly and playfully the frown turned into a knowing smile. Now I had heard of female pedos but this was the first time I'd run into one. Any other time I might have invited her to join us but I had to run this clothes shopping errand and besides, it was my first time with Krista and I wasn't in the mood to share. "Lady Pedo" got off 2 stops later but as she passed us she dropped her business card in my lap. I was wrong about her profession. She was the headmistress of a private school for girls. The Fitzwalter Academy, Park Avenue, NYC. I tucked the card away for future reference and wondered if she indulged her taste for young pussy there. "Don't ever do that again. We could get in very big trouble if you do that. You're lucky I don't slap you." "She blew a kiss at me and showed me her panties. So I showed her I didn't have any. I'm sorry Daddy. I won't do it again." I had missed that part of their exchange. Ours was the next stop. We walked off the train and up the stairs to the street. Krista walked ahead of me and I could see under her dress as we climbed the stairs. The sunlight from above shone through the material of my old shirt and cast a muted light underneath. Her ass was framed by this soft light. It was beautiful. Really. Once on the street we walked a few blocks until we reached the store. I'm a JC Penney kind of guy myself so this place really bugged me. Pseudo-hip with booming music and artsy clothing displays but catering to the tween set. Now I'm going to sound hugely hypocritical here but the clothes here are inappropriate for kids. They are far too sexy. Kids should dress like kids. I know, I know, but I see kids differently from other adults. I'm a pervert so I know what I'm saying. What other adults see as normally cute outfits on kids I find sexy and wicked. The clothes in this place make them look sexy and wicked in an adult way. Like men want adult women to dress. These people selling this shit want men, or women, who normally wouldn't see children as sexual objects to see them that way. To make adults desire them. They're more likely to rape and molest kids than a true pedophile like me. So we're in this place and Krista is running from rack to rack touching everything. This obnoxious salesgirl asked me to control her. I told her that if she didn't want her commission from this sale to just keep fucking with me. Fuckin' floppy titted cunt. I called Krista to my side and told her to pick 4 dresses. Skirts were OK but no pants. She needed a couple of blouses or tees, underwear, and socks too. "Pick 4 things and go to the dressing room. If that girl gives you trouble come and tell me." I wandered around the store looking at the clothes but mainly at the little girls. I noticed many of them were without adults. Probably off shopping for themselves and dropped their girls off here to entertain themselves. Again, most were dressed like little prostitutes. Not right for the vanilla world, as I called it, but giving me very nasty thoughts. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a man shadowing me. Not uniformed but I knew he was store security. I wasn't doing anything the least bit wrong or suspicious so I ignored him. I was interested in the girls panties though. I didn't know they made thong underwear for little girls. Very hot. They also had those thigh high stockings that rise just past the knee and stop before they can disappear under the skirt. They always remind me of Alicia Silverstone in "Clueless". Now other men, pedo or otherwise, usually stay away from girl's clothing stores. For whatever reason I was comfortable there. I was going through those thongs and picked out a few as well as those stockings in various colors. Ankle socks and more traditional girl panties too. I picked out a few silky camisoles instead of more cotton Hanes tank tops like she wore last night. I was looking at some blouses when Krista came over holding some dresses and skirts. A green pleated tartan skirt in the schoolgirl mold, a white lycra skirt that I thought was too tight for her, A belted denim shirt dress with pearl buttons from the V neckline to the front slit at the hem, and a brightly colored sun dress that I really liked. Seems she passed by the sexy crap, except for the lycra thing, and picked some nice normal stuff. I told her to go to try them on. With my hands full of girly crap I just wandered around waiting for Krista to show me her outfits. First was the lycra. While it did appeal to the horny kid fucker that I am I felt it was like advertising our true relationship so I nixed it. Next came the denim. I liked it but thought it was a little too long. We'd have to have it altered. When she came out in the sundress she looked so much like her mother. Jane wore a similar dress the first time I fucked her. This dress was definitely a keeper. She saved the schoolgirl skirt for last. To show it to me she needed one of the blouses I picked for her. It was white cotton with a small collar Not quite a Peter Pan style but close. It was long sleeved but they could be folded up to where a small tab could be buttoned to hold the sleeve up. Tired of carrying the other stuff, I left it in the dressing cubicle. I'm waiting and I hear her voice. "Daddy? The zipper is stuck on the blouse. Help." I hear the door unlatch and crack open. She waves me in and when I do I'm greeted with a wonderful sight. My tiny whore was wearing the pleated skirt which, though covering her ass and such, was very short. The blouse I gave her was not stuck on anything. Its front tails were tied under her nonexistent tits, baring her tummy. My little girl turned it up a notch by opening the package with the white thigh high stockings and putting them on. I know it's cliché in these type of stories but I wanted to fuck her, so I did. Sitting on the plywood bench in the cubicle I positioned my little plaything between my knees and turned her around. I whispered for her to bend over which she did as I flipped the skirt up over her ass. I unzipped my shorts and and pulled out my cock. Without any underwear to hinder its movement it had been dangling and swinging in my pant leg getting chubby from all the young little cunts walking around this place. A little spit on my hand took care of the lube though it wasn't necessary. Her cunt was moist and slippery already. I pulled my little fuck toy closer to me and slipped my cock into her pussy. Realizing this was dangerous and not the place to take our time it only took about a couple dozen stokes to bring me off. But they were a quality 24. Each one was long going out and deep going in. Her cunt was hot and tight so my cock was squeezed for its entire length with each one. Though the techno music was still blaring away neither of us made a sound and the self- enforced silence made it that much more exciting. By the time I came I was banging her hard against my crotch. I was afraid someone might hear our thighs slapping together. I came hard and filled her cunt with gizz but without panties I was afraid it might leak out so I pulled out my handkerchief, yes, I still use them, and stuffed her cunt with it. We tidied up and I left the cubicle. She came out wearing the schoolgirl outfit, without the stockings and still without panties so the handkerchief was still in her cunt. I paid for our purchases, passing on that lycra thing, and making sure the bitchy salesgirl didn't get the sale. As we were leaving, that security guy approached me. He looked me up and down and took a good look at Krista too. I think he suspected something but if he had proof he would have been holding me for the cops. I said goodbye and left with my "daughter" and her new clothes. We wouldn't be coming here again, ever. "We are never doing that again. We could get caught." Last things on the list were sneakers and sandals. We walked and walked until we stumbled onto a shoe store. She quickly saw what she wanted in the window. There was a pair of sandals that were little more than a leather sole with a wafer thin heel and stringy straps that could either criss-cross their way up the calves or wrap around the ankles. I was thinking more of a flip-flop type thing but I had to admit the ones she picked looked damned good on her slender but shapely legs. The sneakers she picked were supposedly for skateboarders. Whatever. She liked them and I didn't hate them so that was that. But then I saw something that sent goosebumps down my spine. By now you know about my thing for shoes. Especially Mary-Janes but did you know how sexy t-straps, ballet slippers, and jelly shoes can be? I love little girl shoes. I also love little girls in big girl shoes. Well the shoes that stopped me cold were a pair of T-Strapped platform pumps. Not some obscene 4 inch heeled hooker platforms. More like thickly soled. And the heel wasn't a thin stiletto. A tiny girl would look silly in that. No, this was a little fuller heel than that but not square or chunky. You shoe fetishes know what I'm talking about. This heel was about 4 inches high. Ridiculous for a girl like Krista and that's what made me want to buy them. She wouldn't be walking in them much anyway. These shoes were for the bed. Oh, and the color? Red. The deepest darkest red ever. You know what black cherries look like? That's the color. Not wanting a repeat of the subway flashing, Krista had strict instructions to keep her pussy out of sight while the salesman served her. I always thought working in a shoe store might be fun but watching Al Bundy wrestle with fat ugly women ruined that fantasy for me. Still I knew there were men kneeling at women's feet slipping shoes on their feet hoping to feel some leg and see some panty. Who knows maybe they do get laid once in a while. Problem with me is, I hate feet. I love shoes but partly because they hide the gnarled toes, calloused heels, and that smell. Shoes are works of art. A well designed shoe can give a short legged woman the illusion of longer, slimmer legs. They can also make an 8 year old look older without being older. Longer more beautiful legs without the penalty of tits, wide hips, and pussy hair. So here was this poor guy catering to homely women and their ugly feet. He looked beat and I felt sorry for him, so I gave him the honor of serving my Krista. He dutifully measured her feet, fetched her selections, and helped her put them on. I could see him feeling her feet and calves while he did. He also was trying for a peek up her skirt. That's OK. Can't blame a guy for trying. I had told her not to show her cunt but this guy looked like he needed it. I waited until he was finished with her choices and then gave him the stock number for my selection. He looked at me confused. I told him they were for her and that if they didn't come in her size he was to bring the closest size to hers that he had. I'm sure he had heard stranger requests, so while he was gone I whispered to Krista that she was to take out the handkerchief and spread her legs for him a little so he could see her pretty pussy. She did as she was told and gave me the handkerchief. I put it in my pocket. Mr. Shoe came back and sat on his little stool. When he lifted her foot to help her with the pumps he got the shock of his life. I could tell from the handkerchief that she was still leaking cum from her cunt. When my little Krista raised her leg she spread them both a little showing Mr. Shoe her pretty pussy and the trickle of cum oozing from it. He froze for a couple of seconds and then realizing that he looked up at me looking down on him. He tried to say something, an apology I guessed, when he noticed me smiling. He looked down at her pussy again and then back at me and he smiled back. He whispered. "May I touch her? Please?" I just nodded. He checked for customers and other sales people but we were alone. I had checked earlier for security cameras but they were concentrated at the cashier and entrance. He placed the shoe on her foot and buckled the straps. It wasn't a bad fit. A little big but she was a growing girl and I said so aloud. He double checked and when he thought it was safe he slid his hand slowly up her leg, starting from the shoe heel, up the back of her calf, behind her knee, along the inside of her thigh, and stopping at her pussy. I couldn't see what was happening under the dress but from Krista's gyrations I assumed he had a finger up inside her and was giving her a good fuck. I made a little throat noise and he withdrew. "Did you like that? Did you enjoy abusing her pussy like that? You asked to touch her. There was nothing about pushing your dirty fingers inside her." "I'm sorry I got a little excited." "I'll pay for the sandals and sneakers but if you charge me for those shoes I'll call the cops. Her DNA is on your fingers." Needless to say, I didn't pay for the pumps. Now, that wasn't my intention. I didn't whore Krista out to get free shoes but he did take liberties. She didn't wear them home. Nothing we bought looked right with her green tartan so she wore her mary janes instead. We called it a day and headed back to my place. We stopped along the way and rented some videos. I didn't have much in the way of G Rated stuff at my place. Not to say all I had was X Rated porn and R rated violence, just that I didn't think Krista would enjoy the kind of dramas and action stuff I liked. We decided on 2 that we could both enjoy and left. When we got home I fixed us a nice dinner. She wanted to change her clothes so while she did that I cleared the dishes. She came out in one of the silky camisoles I'd bought her and a bikini cut panty. The camy was pink and so was the panty. Covering her feet were new anklet socks. They were white. Her scarlet mop of hair was brushed back into a ponytail. The picture of innocence, except for the black leather choker. You couldn't tell by looking at her that today she'd sucked cock, been ass and pussy fucked, flashed a sexy school marm her pussy, and been finger raped by a horny shoe salesman. Hell of a day, and it wasn't even 7 o'clock yet. Krista asked if she could have some of the tequila sunrise leftover from last night. I thought about it and told her OK but once that pitcher was empty there was no more. I didn't want to turn her into a drunk. A whore yes, but not a drunk. She fetched the pitcher from the fridge and got a glass. I showed her where the grenadine was and how much to pour into the glass. Before she poured in the cocktail I asked for a beer. She jumped up and ran to the kitchen for a bottle and quickly brought it back. A little too quickly as when I screwed the cap off it sprayed just a little. Like a flash she jumped off the couch again, laughing her way back to the kitchen, and came back with paper towels. There wasn't much to clean up but watching her tend to me with all her jumping and running and laughing was different than the Krista I was used to seeing when at her mother's place. She was more serious there and she rarely laughed. It seemed that without Mommy and her depressing neediness she was liberated. Free to be a kid. It was nice. In my warped way of thinking I guessed she preferred getting fucked every which way than being with her mother. Maybe I could do something about that.