Copyright (c) 2006, Lavrenti. ALL Rights Reserved Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade : Tuesday, July 04, 2006 This story may be downloaded by Palisade members uniquely for their private use, and may not be distributed for profit or posted to newsgroups or other websites. Mr Double may be contacted by emailing mrdouble@mrdouble.com. A wildPage story from MrDouble's archive, Filename: mylittl1.txt http://www.mrdouble.com Story_codes: M/g ped inc cons rough Story_intro: I try to go grocery shopping with my 6 year old niece, but the horny little minx won't stop teasing till I give her what she needs. My Little Amy, ch 1 Written by Lavrenti Amy is looking up at me, her arms raised, waiting to be picked up. She is a pretty little thing, six years old, in a cute pink tank-top and shorts. I smile, and hoist her up, hugging her close and sneaking in a special kiss-a little tongue, but too quick for anyone but us to notice it. She giggles, and lays her head down on my shoulder, molding her body close and shifting her puss against my side. I have to whisper and tell her to stop. There are people around, and we have to wait a bit. For now I am content to hold her, and revel in the weight and warmth of my little niece, her bottom resting on my arm, her bare legs available for the occasional caress. I kiss the top of her head, and her thick dark hair is still warm from the sun though we have been inside the grocery store for a while now. Her eyes are closed, and the breath from her little nose tickles my neck as I try to maneuver a recalcitrant grocery cart one-handed. She starts rubbing against my side again, and I just smile and let her. If some shrill soccer mom notices, so be it. My insatiable little tyke can't help herself, and right now neither can I. But no one notices. No one ever does. The chilled air in the store makes my Amy shiver a bit, and she snuggles, trying to get even closer, and, for reasons known only to little girls, she starts kissing my neck, even licking it a little. I make her stop-I have to. I am about to pass out, about to rip the front of my jeans, about to fuck the hell out of her right there in the middle of Aisle 5. Cleanup on Aisle 5! Damn crazy little minx. I cannot remember what the hell groceries I was supposed to get, and can't possibly care less. Time to go. I regretfully put her down as we get to the checkout line, and she pouts and leans on my leg as the checkout moron tries to figure out how to ring up groceries. How am I doing today? Oh, I am just fan-fucking-tastic, and I'd be even better if you'd manage to make that box of frozen pizza go "bleep" so I can get out to the van and fuck the living hell out of my baby niece. But no, no, I say I am fine, and answer the eternal question of paper or plastic, and finally we are out in the sun again. I pick her up again, this time in the interest of sheer speed, and head to the van. Toss in the groceries, toss in the kid, get in, shut the door, and she is smiling at me. I can't decide whether to spank the little devil or fuck her senseless. No, wait, I can decide. "Get those clothes off, sweetie. Now." She moves quickly, shedding top and shorts, leaving her precious tennies on. She turns around and puts her head down on the bench seat, raises her baby butt, and spreads wide. No subtlety, no foreplay-we had enough of that in the store-I unzip and give her every inch of her uncle's big cock. I grab a handful of her hair and I fuck her little pussy, hard, deep, crouched over her and snarling, knocking the breath out of her little body with every animal stroke, my other hand gripping her leg and forcing her back against me. She lets out the cutest squeaks and squeals, humping back, wanting the fucking, wanting more. I push her face down into the seat as I continue with long, heavy strokes, deeper and deeper into her, and she snuffles and chokes as she rushes into cum after cum. My girl likes it rough, likes it hard, needs it that way. Her slick little puss is gripping me, sucking and slippery, unspeakably tight and perfect. I flip her over and slam in again, staring into her adorable face, and I lock my mouth onto one nipple while my hand pinches the other. One of her tennies has come off and her little legs are waggling in the air as I fuck her. Her eyes close tight and she makes little fists as she cums for me again, straining and bucking, and it is just too much. I pump gallons of cum into her pink pussy, certain I am going to die, not caring, all my mind and body focused only on pumping cum into my beautiful baby girl. She is looking up at me, some unknown minutes later, her eyes soft. I do not speak. I touch her hair, and hold her little hand, as I slip out of her. Her legs are splayed open, her tummy rounded, and she falls asleep in that instantaneous way kids have, with a little of my cum slowly seeping out. I have to kiss her, everywhere, slowly, my hands softly exploring her. I can't believe she is real, and I have to confirm it, over and over, feeling her warmth and hearing her breath. I am so overwhelmed with love for her, for every bit of her, for her little feet and her mouth and every inch of her. I taste her, breathe her, lay my head on her tiny chest and listen to her heart. I want to fuck her again, slowly, but we are in the parking lot after all, and people are passing by. I cover her with a blanket, and leave her sleeping there, splayed open and content, as I rearrange my clothing and find the keys. We will be home soon enough. The world is a wonderful place as I drive homeward, blissfully ignoring the crazy drivers and remembering the happy chain of events that brought Amy into my life. Her mother, my sister, passed away last year from cancer, which wouldn't seem like a happy event unless you met the bitch. No one has a clue who the father was. It looked like my mother was going to get custody of her granddaughter for a while, but she came down with liver trouble-what a surprise, after 50 years in a Jim Beam bottle. I heroically stepped in, and took Amy home with me. I'd had my eye on her since she was three or four, and when the papers were all signed and the gavel came down, I thought I had won the lottery. I keep a little-girl room in the house, so visitors won't wonder, but my girl sleeps with me. She rolls over and nearly falls off the seat back there, and makes a little whimper sound. At a stop sign I fish around behind my seat till I find her teddy bear, and stretch back to give it to her. She grabs Mr. Bear, and falls back asleep. I am captivated by her angelic perfection, until somebody honks and I remember I am holding up traffic. Evening comes as the miles rush by, and soon we are home. I haul in the groceries, and then I gather my baby girl into my arms, along with Mr. Bear. She wakes up smiling at me, and melts into me, covered by the blanket and nestling her bare puss against me. She humps a little, and kisses my neck. I can't believe this little girl. I heft her into the house, shut the door, and manage to toss the ice cream in the freezer before going down the hall to the bedroom. This horny little tyke is going to be the death of me eventually, but I don't care. I can't get enough of her. I might, however, enlist some help one of these days, if I can find a few guys interested in an adorable little fucktoy like her. There must be a few of them out there somewhere. lavrenti@mrdouble.com http://www.mrdouble.com/htm/authors/lavrenti.htm *---(:> MrDouble's Palisades <:)---* www.mrdouble.com *---(:> Mr Double <:)---* This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.