A man logs off his computer and leans back in his office chair. It has been a long day but it was well worth the wait for what the night often brought. It was sort of a ritual for Mondays. Close up the office, drive to the peer, catch the 9:30 pm bus down to Riverside Park, and unchain his bike for an evening ride to a part of town far from his own. This wasn't just a weekly journey to a part of town that was filled with unsavory people. It was a weekly journey to an unsavory life that he has become addicted to.

He'd even dawn an alternate persona. "White Mike" is what he'd often go by. There were two other Mikes of varying ethnicities in those parts. White Mike was a big brother to little 7 year-old Shameka Wallace whose single mother was a well-known drug addict. He worked for youth services according to his persona. He was trying to provide some normalcy in the child's life and help seek rehabilitation for her mother. That's what the untrained mind assumed. The 34 year-old had a different agenda and Shameka and her mother was at the center of it.

Fact of he matter was that he could've given little, if not anything about Shameka's mother. His sole interest was the child and her innocent body. He had very little shame in what he did with the little black girl and even less remorse for feeding her mothers habit so she'd keep her mouth shut. This had been going on for months and he was in so deep that he couldn't even recall how he snaked his way into the situation in the first place.

It was like a ritual, knocking at the door of apartment 4B and waiting for Loraine to answer. She was smoking and the apartment smelled of cigarettes and micro waved TV dinners. White Mike handed her an envelope full of twenties and walked pass her headed to The back of the apartment. He and Loraine were passed the point of exchanging pleasantries. They both knew why he was there and after so long there was no since of making nice with each other.

Loraine speared no time making her exit to go score a fix, leaving Shameka and white Mike alone in her apartment to do what it is they often did. Shameka was lying on her mother's bed looking as sexy as Mike remembered her from the days before. She wore nothing but a blue t-shirt that was way to big for her. It hung loosely over her other wise nude body. She hadn't noticed Mike who was standing in the doorway admiring the view. Her beautifully darkened complexion was glowing in the dull incandescent light. Her hair was in one huge Afro-puff ponytail and the collar of the shirt had been stretched to accommodate her shoulders.

Shameka's attention was focused on the handheld gaming device Mike had gotten her a few weeks ago. Her cute little feet were waving back and forth as she thumbed the buttons of the gaming system. Mike called to her softly and Shameka turned to see that he was sitting on the bed next to her. Excited, she nearly threw her video game to the floor to jump into Mike's arms.

Shameka could only associate the love between adults and children with sex because that's all she knew and was never taught any different. She enjoyed the time they spent together and when Mike touched her it made her forget how bad things were in that apartment. He helped her forget how hungry she was and that her father was in jail for-like, ever. That's why she rarely ever wasted any time filling the void. She'd usually start it by innocently kissing Mike's cheek to see if he was in the mood, never really recalling a moment when he wasn't but she always felt the need to make sure.

Mike returned the kiss but on her lips and Shameka forced her tongue into his mouth. She was always very sexually precocious and that night was no different than any other but it was still very exciting for the pair. Mike's hands wandered underneath Shameka's shirt and found her smooth, firm butt cheeks. He gave them a nice squeeze as they continued to passionately kiss. For a 7 year-old, Shameka was an excellent kisser but Mike wanted things to move along. He pulled away from Shameka and gazed into her beautiful hazel eyes, telling her without saying anything that he wanted more than a kiss. She got the message quickly removed the large shirt she wore revealing the slender, frail, pre-pubescent body Mike was so attracted to. Her Hersey Kiss nipples, flat chest, and tiny slit were his focal points. Her little puffy mound was glistening with excitement.

Unable to compose himself, White Mike pounced on the tiny girl penning her beneath him while he stripped his own clothing off. He knew Shameka and was well aware that a show of aggression made her all the more enticed. Mike contemplated that fact that her father had raped her only a few months ago. Maybe she thought that was his way of showing his love. That wasn't how the law saw it. He didn't hurt her but she was definitely scared in ways that may have contributed to her nymphomania; one would think. What very few knew was the fact the little Shameka started everything. She started touching her father who like most men, when given the opportunity, took full advantage of her advances. He got careless and Loraine found out. This was before the drugs, before White Mike.

Mike peered into the child's eyes, wanting her in the worst way. Often his mind would take him all over the place. He'd wonder what it would look like for him to be straddling a top a naked 7 year-old back girl. How their bodies appeared in contrast to one another. Before the act he'd always conjure up the image in his mind of his 8 inch white cock awkwardly distorting the tender flesh of the child's pussy as it moved slowly in and out. It would pull her insides out and pushing her outsides in with each careful thrust. Shameka would get so wet that before long Mike's cock would be gliding in and out of her tiny hole without much resistance.

Shameka always enjoyed when Mike took her from behind, pulling her 42-pound body onto him as he forced his 167-pound body onto her. Her eyes would close and she'd forget her all that she often worried about while lost in a realm of pain and pleasure. White Mike loved the look on the child's face, the smiles and tears on her cheeks. He used to feeling conflicted over Shameka's expressions but she would always reminded him that she was enjoying every second of it. She'd gyrate her small hips and through her ass back impaling her adolescent body on the entirety of his throbbing shaft. Shameka was a screamer and proud of it, hell, Mike was proud for her.

The child was talented, pathetically talented. She reminded Mike of those sexy black girls from the porn's he's watched so many times at the office. They'd work their asses just like Shameka would or vice-versa. The little girl even gave head like a pro, intentionally gagging herself causing saliva to spew everywhere. It all turned Mike on; he only got that sort of treatment from Shameka. Maybe she watched the very same porn's Mike thought to himself. What made him believe in that theory was how she would traverse from her mouth, to her hot pussy, to her asshole, and back to her mouth in a span of 10 minutes without skipping a beat. Mike wished that he could tape the act but knew that he was pushing his luck by performing it with child in the first place. There was no since in leave photographic evidence of the crime, of which always seems to make its way to the Internet some how. The tri-fecta is the phrase he used for the act and it was a rarity. It usually occurred after he had gotten her something she really wanted, like the Play Station Vita she was play when he walked in.

The thoughts that were going through his head brought him to the brink of an explosion. Mike didn't want to cum before they did anything serious but Shameka didn't care. She laid beneath him seductively wiggling her body from side to side. She had taken hold of Mike's fully erect cock and was slowly jerking it in a pulling motion. Shameka wanted his cum, she was nuts for the stuff. She even teased him by offering her ass to fuck first. Mike thought of how extremely great that would feel and he moaned aloud.

He remembered the first time he was in her ass, the only hole he was able to fit his entire cock into. He recalled that she was tearing up at the time but refused to stop and would reach up and punch him in the stomach if he ceased thrusting inside of her. He had the poor girls feet nearly behind her head as he followed her instructions to the "T"; go faster and deeper. The 7 year-olds stomach would bulge with each inward thrust of Mike's thick cock and would deflated as he pulled out. Unlike the child's pussy, her ass would loosen tremendously as is moistened. So much to the point where Mike could fully retract his dick and her hole would remain gaped for 20 seconds before closing. He knew cause he counted. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Shameka would scream at the top of her lungs in ecstasy and beg for him to cum in her. Mike was never one to say no to his little lover so he would submerge himself to the hilt in her bottom and douse her steaming bowels with his hot seed. They'd both howl in pleasure as orgasms wracked their bodies.

Mike would fall to the side of Shameka as his softened cock sloppily fell from her used hole, follow by a torrent of milky cum, adding to the already stain covered mattress. Shameka and Mike would breath heavily while holding each other's hand until they came down from their climax. This was never the end of the night. Mike would get her off a few more times and he'd cum once or twice more himself. He loved thinking everything through and like always he'd get the first one out of the way by Shameka jerking him off. That night was no different, it was like a ritual. Mike nearly covered the child, face to slit in cum. She giggled as he gasped for breath after emptying his balls all over her dark skin. The cum sparkled under the dim lighting. It suited her and she wore it like a cloak of honor for the rest of the night. Mike even added to it after he fucked her to sleep. Shameka looked like an angel laying there nude, cum covered, and snoring lightly. Mike kissed her sleeping lips and stroked her hair before he left her alone in that apartment.

It was 1:16 am when he arrived home after riding his bike to Riverside Park and catching the uptown bus to his car. He pulled into the driveway and parked the Mercedes leaving it unlooked on his gated property. On the way to his bedroom he stopped in his children's rooms and kissed his daughter and son on the forehead. He joined his wife in bed after a quick shower. She had been waiting for him and they both laughed over how much they hated Mondays. The man laid in his bed hold his wife, he was tiered, and drained but tomorrow was another.