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From: "Simple Man" <Simple@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "Everyday Child" (Mg, cons, rom)
Date: Sat,  5 Jul 2003 23:10:04 -0400
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Everyday Child

{ASSM} (Mg, cons, rom)



By Simple Man (C)2003





     There are many reasons I like apartment life, for one there is no lawn
to mow and all the rest add up to peace and quiet.  Yes, peace and quiet,
you can't have enough of that, time to sort out your thoughts and decide on
more peace and quiet.  If it weren't for this blessed peace and quite I
would have no peace and quite at all.  That's why when this kid starts
running up and down the hallway hauling her doll in a little red wagon I
pretty much lost it.  I threw open the door and leaped out only to have the
kid crash into me in a heap, the doll sailing through the air like some
guided missal with the wagon not far behind.  As the kid righted himself, I
realized he was a she and a pretty one at that.  Her rug burn looked like it
hurt so the doll and the wagon and the girl came into my apartment for some
first aid, and from the looks of it, all three needed some help.  The wagon
was missing one wheel and the one armed doll was loosing her stuffing.

     I sat the injured girl on a chair and got my aloe lotion.  But when I
lifted her little tattered dress so as to apply the lotion I saw that she
wore no panties and for the first time in my life I viewed a little girl's
sex.  I could not take my eyes from that soft hairless mound of flesh and
the girl knew exactly where I was looking.  She spread her legs letting me
see more and the tiny slit parted revealing her clitoris and vaginal entry.
She was so tiny, maybe five or six years old, yet her thighs were well
shaped and creamy smooth.  She giggled.

     "Hey mister, it's my knee that hurts."

     As I rubbed the lotion on her rug burned knee, she hoisted off her
dress and shook her hair out, apparently deciding that I should get to see
all of her.  She placed her hand on top of mine and moved it between her
wide spread legs.  The little girl wanted me to fondle her, to rub her sex
and make her feel good.  I was lost now, all the peace and quiet in the
world had never prepared me for this.  Here I was, an old gray haired man
kneeling in front of a very pretty, but naked, little girl with my hand on
her privates.  There is a God.

I felt an overwhelming urge to kiss her and when I acted on that urge she
squealed with delight and flung her arms around my neck.  Her lips were so
small and tasted so sweet and for some reason still unknown to me, I could
not stop kissing her and the girl was in no hurry either as she actively
participated in this timeless ritual.  When we finally parted she stood up,
placing her hands on my head and pressed her soft sex to my mouth.  There is
simply no way to describe the taste of a little girl's sex in words.
Suffice it to say, tasty.  The little girl mewed like a kitten as my mouth
worked on her privates and my tongue pushed into the vaginal opening deeply.
She may have been tiny but her opening was large and the thought crossed my
mind, wondering what it would be like to mount one so young.

     I stood up and reached for the towel I had brought out with the lotion
to wipe this little girl's fluids from my face while she actively unbuckled
my belt and pulled my pants down.  As quick as anything she had my underwear
down and her hands around my manhood.  Without ceremony she took the head of
my now erect penis and put it in her mouth, sucking on it for all she was
worth.  She could only get the head in her mouth but that was enough to make
me feel like a man again. She pulled off me with a loud plop and looked up
at me.

     "Do you like that?"

     "Yes honey, I like that!"

     "Want me to do it some more?"

     "If you do it again, I'm afraid I will cum in your mouth."

     "That's okay, my big brother does it all the time, I don't mind."

     Back into her mouth it went and now she was actively attempting to make
me cum.  She didn't need to wait very long before she had my spendings and
swallowed it all with pride in her sucking abilities.

     "Lay down, I want to climb onto you."

     I lay back on the carpet and she moved over me positioning her little
vaginal hole over my still erect penis.  She pushed down and quite easily
slid down driving my rigid pole deep inside her until I felt an almost solid
barrier.  She lifted up and then pushed herself down hard and the rest of my
manhood went in and with that accomplished she looked up at me and beamed
with pride again.  She told me to relax and enjoy this as she began moving
up and down slowly.  I placed my hands behind my head and watched this
little nymph screw herself silly while her one armed doll looked on with
benign interest.

A short while later she felt the ejaculate enter her, smiled and just sank
down on me.  After feeling me going soft she crawled up and straddled my
head pushing her now filled hole over my lips for me to lick her clean.
When I was done she turned around and licked my shaft clean.

     "Can I come back here tomorrow?  I'm sure my knee will need lots more
fixing."

     "Honey, you can come back as often as you like."

     "Do you think you could love me some day?"

     "Sweetheart, I already love you, didn't you know that?"

     "Just wanted to ask, that's all.  You can be my Daddy and I will be
your little girl, won't that be nice?"

     "Do you have a real daddy?"

     "No!  It's just me and my big brother, everyone else died."

     My heart went out to this child with no family to speak of and her so
very young.  Putting on her tattered dress and looking at the doll and the
wagon, I realized she needed a man in her life and was not afraid to give
him all she had.

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     Three days later the peace and quiet ruptured again as loud footsteps
came from the hall and sirens broke through the night air like an air raid.
The knock on the door made the door shake on it's hinges and when I opened
it the police officer handed me the little girl, there was no doll and no
wagon this time.

     "What's going on?"  I asked.

     "Boys dead of a drug overdose!  Been dead for maybe two days, sure
stinks in there.  Says you are her grandfather.  Well I got to go and help
clean up this mess."

     The police officer walked away and the frightened child held on to my
neck shivering as if coming in from the cold.  Before I could close the door
another police officer came down the hall pulling a little red wagon with
only three wheels.

     "It's all the kid had, not much I'm afraid, wonder why the old man didn
't know of this."

     The little red wagon held everything she owned, a one armed rag doll,
one tattered red dress, one pair of worn out old shoes too big for her feet,
and two more things, one wagon wheel and a arm stuffed with cotton batting.
This was the sum total of her life.  The tears just flowed down my cheeks as
I felt so sorry for her meager existence.  This was the last day she would
be without anything.  I closed the door and took her to the bathroom,
drawing her bath.  She was dressed only in worn out stained panties and the
smell of death.  I knew this smell very well having buried all of my own
family at one time or another and there was only one way to get rid of that
smell, lemon juice, which I poured into her bath water.  She smiled and
sniffed the lemony air as she pulled her panties down and stepped out of
them.  She was so pretty and so small and I remembered that early evening
when we last met.  She was as sexy as I have ever seen a female and no
stranger to sex.

After her bath she slept like the baby she still was.  I mended the wagon
and sewed the little arm back onto the doll.  She would have at least these
in the morning to play with.  The grocery store was just next door to the
apartment building and while the child slept I slipped out to buy her
something for breakfast, I was gone ten minutes.  When I returned she was
still fast asleep and I put the food away.  Retrieving the worn out old red
dress from the table I filled the kitchen sink with warm water and some dish
soap, as I had nothing else.  Gently washing the tiny dress its color
returning as the water grew dirty.  I went to fetch her panties from the
floor in the bathroom and noticed the tub needed cleaning.  With that done I
held the child's panties to my nose and smelled her fragrance, indeed her
very sex.  Returning to the kitchen, the panties joined the red dress and I
wrung them out and refilled the sink with slightly colder water to rinse the
soap and the dirt from the only clothes she owned.  Never again my sweet,
never again.

     The next morning as the cock crowed, she sat naked with her two armed
doll and watched television, morning cartoons, the four wheeled wagon at her
side.  I could see her tear stained face as she sat there.  Quietly as I
could I went to check on her clothes.  They were dry and fresh now.
Figuring she might me hungry I started breakfast, and oh I probably should
add that I was naked too.  The apartment is not all that large, and as she
heard me banging around she raced into the kitchen and hugged me, my
softened manhood pressing against her cherubic face.

     "Thank you, thank you, you fixed my dolly and my wagon!"

     I could see that she was happy to find what little she had restored to
it's rightful nature.  Without any hesitation she took my penis into her
mouth again and began servicing me the only way she new how.  Watching this
little creature nurse on me was the stuff wet dreams are made of, and I
closed my eyes and thanked God for bringing her into my life.  I didn't know
how many more years I had, but they would be enough to see her grow into a
young woman where she could take care of herself.  But for now, God had
given me a little girl to care for and I would not let Him down.



The End

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