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Subject: {ASSM} RP - The Curmudgeon and Princess by Uncle Sky (Mg, cons, ped, oral)
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Date: Mon, 20 Mar 2006 03:10:01 -0500
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Author: Uncle Sky
Title: The Curmudgeon and Princess
Summary: A little girl gets needed help and more from an old grouch.
Keywords: Mg, cons, ped, oral
PLEASE NOTE:

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I was honored to have this story nominated for the Golden Clit. It is now
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Warning! This is an adult story. It was written for adults on an adult
topic. It contains graphic descriptions of sex acts. These acts may
involve pre-teens having sex with adults. If you object to this type of
material or if you are under the legal age to read such material in your
area, please leave now. All others please continue and enjoy yourselves.

This story is mine alone and I ask that you respect that. I retain the
copyright but give permission for this story to be posted in any group or
web site so long as it is completely free and nobody profits from it. I
also ask that my credits and intro remain a part of it when it is posted.

The following story is a fantasy. It never happened. It takes place
completely in that dark part of my mind where I store my fantasies. No
real children were hurt or even took part in the writing of this story.
Please do not try this at home.

This story was written for the Curmudgeon Festival in honor of one who
calls himself a curmudgeon in his posts to ASSD. He is a highly respected
member of our community and an editor to authors. The curmudgeon in this
story is in no way meant to resemble the one we honor. He had nothing to
do with the story and does not condone the practices of the characters in
it.

The Curmudgeon and Princess by Uncle Sky (Mg, cons, ped, oral)

I heard someone call Earl a curmudgeon and I wasn't quite sure I knew
what it meant. So I looked it up in several sources. Here's what I found.

Curmudgeon = Surly person = grouch n : a crusty irascible cantankerous
old person full of stubborn ideas An ill-tempered person full of
resentment and stubborn notions.

Yup. That's Earl all right. You remember when you were a kid there was
that old man or woman in your neighborhood who all the kids hated? You
know. The one who yelled at you to keep off their property or told you to
stop the noise or refused to return your ball when it accidentally went
into their yard? I remember one like that, and I'm sure from talking to
friends that it is a common situation.

Well, Earl was like that. He lived in an apartment in a complex with lots
of kids. He was old and single and hated all the noise they made. Mostly
he just kept quiet. Once in a while he'd yell at the kids if they did
something to annoy him, but mostly he kept to his apartment. When he did
go out he kept his head down and a scowl on his face. He went to great
lengths it seemed to avoid looking at the kids. Then one day he met Ashley.

Ashley lived with her single mother in the apartment next to Earl. She
was nine years old and really average looking. She was about four feet
tall and weighed around fifty pounds. Her brown hair was never styled and
hung down straight to just above her shoulders. She was clean most of the
time, except when she was playing and got dirty like any normal kid. But
if you looked closely, which Earl never did, you would see there was
something about her eyes. They were empty. She was not a happy girl.

Ashley's mother was a bitch. Sorry, but that is the best way to describe
her. She smoked and drank too much. She was not attractive. Not ugly, just
not attractive. Medium height and slightly overweight, she dressed for
comfort, not style. She had younger men who visited her from time to time
and stayed over night on occasion. When that happened she usually managed
to keep Ashley busy elsewhere until bed time and then sent Ashley to bed
so she and her boy friend of the moment could be alone. The thing that
most people remembered about her was her voice. It was loud and rough and
used to excess. It seemed not a day went by that she wasn't outside
screaming "AAASHLEEEY!" over and over. Ashley of course was hiding in a
vain attempt to avoid what ever it was her mother wanted.

Earl didn't like Ashley's mother. He cringed every time he heard her
voice yelling. He heard "AAAASHLEEEEY" in his dreams. Or should I say
nightmares? He tried not to have any contact with The Bitch. If he passed
her and she said hello, which was rare, he would mumble something like
"'lo" and keep walking.

Then it happened. Earl was walking from his apartment to the mail boxes
on the other side of the complex. As he passed Ashley without really
noticing her, he heard a small voice.

"Hello."

He was startled and looked up to see who was speaking to him. It was
Ashley, and when his gaze met her eyes he saw something he didn't expect.
She smiled at him. Now why in the world would a little girl smile at that
nasty old man who everyone knew hated people in general and kids in
particular? He was stunned by her action and captivated by her smile. It
did something that had not been done to him for a long time. It warmed his
heart. He didn't stop. But he answered her clearly and even came close to
smiling. At least his lips twitched like maybe he was thinking of smiling.

"Hello," he said and continued on his way.

On his way back with the mail he looked at her again and she smiled
again. Neither said anything that time.

Over the next few weeks Ashley smiled and said hello whenever she saw
Earl. And he in turn smiled and said hello to her. Once he even said hello
first, to his own amazement. Then early one Sunday morning as he was
leaving to go buy a paper, he heard The Bitch yelling for Ashley again. He
cringed and walked on. When he got to the other side of the complex he saw
Ashley just standing there. She wasn't doing anything. When she saw him
she smiled and said hello just like so many other times. This time he
ventured to say more than hello.

"You know your mother is calling you?"

Her smile faded and a very tired and maybe sad look spread over her face.
The light in her eyes went out and they were cold and empty again.

"I know."

For a split second he was going to say more. Maybe tell her she should go
home. But he didn't. He couldn't. There was some reason that little girl
didn't want to go home and he had the feeling it was a good reason. So he
said something else instead.

"Okay. Be careful."

She knew right away that Earl was not going to make her go home and would
not tell on her. The smile returned to her face and eyes and Earl knew he
had made the right decision.

Earl was used to hearing a lot of noise from Ashley's apartment. He was
also used to hearing Ashley crying, but most of the time she was just
outside her apartment. She would soon be dragged inside by The Bitch, and
the crying would either stop or just become too quiet for him to hear.

Two weeks after that Sunday he had seen her, Earl heard Ashley outside
crying again. He waited for a few minutes and then looked out the window
to see what was going on. Ashley was standing just outside her apartment
wearing a thin nightgown and sobbing her little heart out. That was the
moment Earl made a decision that changed his life. He decided to help
Ashley if he could.

Earl opened his door and looked over at the little girl. He hesitated. He
wasn't used to helping people, especially kids. Just then Ashley glanced
over at him. No smile this time. She still sobbed but much more quietly.
Earl raised his hand and crooked his finger in the "come here" motion.
Ashley didn't hesitate a bit.  She walked over to him and just stood
there, looking up at him, and sobbed.

"What's wrong, Princess? Are you hurt?"

Ashley liked hearing him call her Princess. It made her feel special. But
she just shook her head no.

"Come on, Princess. You can tell me. I won't tell anyone. You know you
can trust me, don't you?"

"Yes, Mister. I know you won't tell."

"Then tell me what's wrong."

"My mommy caught me watching what she and John were doing and pushed me
out the door and said I could just wait out here until they're done."

"That doesn't sound too bad. Why are you crying over that?"

She looked embarrassed but finally answered. "Because I have to go to the
bathroom, and I'm afraid I'll wet myself if she doesn't let me in soon."

Earl was angry now. It was bad enough The Bitch had chased her daughter
out with only a nightgown on but to leave her there in such an
embarrassing condition was unforgivable.

"If you want to, you can come in and use my bathroom."

Ashley looked closely into his eyes. She saw something there that made
her trust him. She thanked him and walked in the open door of his
apartment. He closed the door and showed her where the bathroom was. She
went in and started to get on the toilet. Earl was surprised she didn't
close the door but thought maybe she was just in too much of a hurry, so
he closed it and went to the front room and sat down in his recliner.

After a few minutes Earl heard the toilet flush and then Ashley came out
to join him. She stood next to his chair and looked at him as if she
wanted to ask a question but was frightened.

"Is everything okay? Did you want something else?"

"Could I stay here with you for a while, please? I don't want to stand
out there all alone in only my nightgown."

Earl gave it some thought before he answered. After all, this little girl
was dressed in only a thin nightgown and he was an old man and didn't want
to risk being called a pervert or something. He could get into trouble if
they found this little girl here with him all alone and dressed that way.
But as he was thinking about it she was looking at him and weeping again.
Her little lower lip was sticking out and quivering.

"Okay. You can stay for a while, but we better not tell anyone or they
might be mad."

Her face changed from sad and crying to smiling like her usual self. He
could feel the warmth of that smile and knew it was worth the risk to see
it. He only had two chairs in his apartment. That was one more than he
needed really. There was his chair. It was a very nice recliner. And there
was the other chair. It was what you might call a kitchen chair. You know.
One of those hard seat, straight-backed chairs with plastic seat and back.
Earl gestured to the chair and told her she could sit there and watch TV
if she wanted to.

"Thank you, Mister. Can I watch cartoons? We don't have a TV and I don't
get to watch them any more."

Earl nodded and turned the TV on and channel surfed until he came to some
cartoons. He turned the sound up a little and then went back to the book
he had been reading. Every once in a while he would glance over at her.
She was wriggling and changing her position, and he could see she was
trying to get comfortable but without success.

"You can sit on the floor if you want to. It might be more comfortable."

Ashley smiled and got off the chair and walked over to him and sat down
in front of him.  She leaned back so she was resting her back against his
recliner right next to his legs. She stayed there for bit, and he read
some more. Then she tugged on his pants leg.

"The floor is kinda hard too. Could I sit on your lap?"

He thought that was a bit much and was about to say no, but she spoke
first.

"Please, Mister? I'll keep still and not bother you so you can read."

Earl gave in to her plea and, reaching down, picked her up and sat her on
his lap. He was about to open his book again when she wiggled her bottom
to get comfortable and then leaned back so she was resting against his
chest. The feel of her warm little body pressing against him felt good. He
instinctively put his arm around her and drew her close. She sighed and he
could feel her relax as she watched the cartoons. He didn't go back to his
book. He just sat there holding the little girl and thought how nice it
was to have her close like that.

After about an hour Earl heard The Bitch start yelling for Ashley. But
Ashley didn't move. She just kept watching the TV. He didn't say anything
either. He didn't want her to leave, and besides, he was afraid of what
her mother might say or do if she saw Ashley coming out of his apartment.
After a bit The Bitch stopped yelling.

"I better go now, Mister. I can sneak out now so Mommy doesn't see where
I was. Thank you for letting me use your bathroom and watch cartoons."

As she was saying that she got up off his lap and headed for the door. He
followed her and opened the door for her. She started to walk out and then
hesitated and looked at him for a moment.

"Could I come back some time and watch TV again?"

"Sure, but I think it's better if we don't tell your mommy. I don't think
she would like it."

Ashley smiled and reached up to pull him down close to her. She thanked
him and kissed him on the cheek, then turned and left. He closed the door
just as he heard The Bitch start screaming at Ashley asking her where she
had been. He couldn't hear her answer, but it must not have been what her
mother wanted to hear because she went on screaming for fifteen minutes.
He waited for a knock on his door but none came, so he breathed a sigh of
relief. The little girl must have kept their secret.

Earl sat back down in his recliner and thought about what had happened.
He was feeling remarkably good. Almost happy you could say. He had not
felt that happy in a long time. It had been nice to have that warm little
body snuggled up in his lap. He wasn't thinking anything sexual. He was
thinking about someone who needed him. That was something he wasn't used
to, and he was surprised to find he liked it. He liked it a lot. He hoped
she would come back soon to watch cartoons again.

A couple of days later he heard The Bitch screaming at Ashley again. As
she ranted on and on he realized she was moving past his apartment. She
was leaving, and he was glad because it meant some quiet for a while. He
relaxed and turned to watch the news.

After about five minutes there was a very light knock on the door. He
almost jumped off the chair. It was very unusual for anyone to knock on
his door. He went to see who it was. When he looked out the peep hole he
saw the top of a head just below his view. He knew who it must be and
opened the door quickly. It was indeed Ashley.

"Mommy went out and won't be back until late. Can I come in for a while
and watch cartoons? Please?"

He stepped aside and motioned for her to come in. She walked over to his
recliner and stood there waiting. He was puzzled at first and then
realized what she was waiting for. Her seat. She needed him to sit down so
she could sit on his lap. He smiled and sat down. She climbed up and made
herself comfortable just as she had the first time. He felt rather
comfortable himself.

Earl picked up the remote and started to surf the channels looking for
some cartoons. He couldn't find any, so he stopped on what looked like it
might be a movie for kids. They both sat back and watched. He again felt
her body relax, as if she were all tight and tense and being there was all
she needed to relieve her tension.

The movie turned out to be boring even for Ashley. She turned to look at
him and he wondered what she was thinking.

"Did you want something, Princess?"

"Why do you call me Princess?"

"Well, you know the story of the princess that kissed the frog and turned
him into a prince?"

"Yes."

"Well, I'm the ugly old frog, and when you smile at me you make me feel
like a prince, so you must be a princess."

Ashley smiled and cuddled up against him again. After a while she turned
to look at him again the same way.

"What is it, Princess?"

She didn't say anything at first and looked a little frightened. Then she
took a deep breath and in a small voice answered him.

"It's time for supper and I'm hungry, but Mommy didn't leave anything for
my supper. Could I have a cookie or something?"

Now Earl was angry again. Not at Ashley for asking but at The Bitch for
leaving her daughter alone with nothing to eat. He pushed her off his lap
and stood up. She looked frightened at first and then he spoke.

"I can do better than that. Do you like macaroni and cheese?"

Her eyes brightened and her smile got big and she nodded her head. "Yes,
Mister. I love it, but Mommy doesn't make it very often."

"Well, you just sit here and I'll make some for our supper. It'll take me
about half an hour. Okay?"

She nodded and he left her sitting there while he went out to fix their
supper. When it was ready he served it in two bowls. Earl didn't have a
table. He usually ate sitting in his recliner. He had a four foot long
piece of 1x12 that he laid across the arms of the recliner to make a
table. He saw no other way to serve it this time, so he got the board out
and put the bowls on it. Then he sat down and pulled Ashley onto his lap.
He carefully reached for the board and placed it in front of them on the
arms of the recliner. They ate their macaroni and cheese that way, sitting
close together, almost hugging while they ate.

Ashley ate like she was starving. Earl began to think The Bitch didn't
feed her daughter very well. He gave Ashley a second helping and watched
her eat. When she was done she looked very satisfied and happy.

"Thank you. That was very good. I'm full now."

Earl got up and put the board away. He stacked the dishes in the sink
after rinsing them. He would wash them later. He returned to the recliner.
Ashley made room for him to sit down and then moved up onto his lap again.
She cuddled against his chest and sighed. They sat like that for a while
with the TV on, but they weren't really watching it. They were just
comfortable holding each other.

Earl started asking Ashley questions. First they were the same that all
grown-ups ask kids. How old are you? What grade are you in? Do you like
school? You know. Kids get tired of hearing the same questions all the
time, but grown-ups just don't know what to ask kids. Then Earl asked a
new question. It was one he had been asking himself for a while now.

"Ashley, why did you smile and say hello to an old grouch like me?"

She paused to give it some thought before answering. Then she looked him
in the eye with a sad look on her face.

"Because you looked so lonely, like me."

He was floored. She had seen his loneliness even as he scowled and looked
down all the time. But like her? She had friends that she played with all
the time and she went to school too. She must have loads of friends.

"But with all your friends how can you be lonely?"

"Because nobody loves me. The other kids play with me but they don't care
about me. Mommy hates me too. I feel all alone a lot of the time and I saw
that you do too. So I thought if I smiled it might make you feel better.
Did it?"

"Yes, Princess. It made me feel a lot better. Thank you."

Ashley smiled and snuggled against his chest again. They sat that way for
quite a while, and then Ashley started to wiggle around. Her tiny butt was
rubbing Earl's cock. He didn't notice at first, but then he felt something
he hadn't felt for many years. It was a tingle in his cock. It started to
get hard. He was embarrassed by this strange reaction. He had not had a
single sexual thought about this little girl, and suddenly he was getting
a hard on. He didn't know what to do so he did nothing. He tried to think
of other things, hoping it would go away. It didn't. Ashley wiggled more
now as his cock poked her in the butt. Finally she slipped off his lap and
turned to look at the bulge in his pants.

"Your thingy is all swollen. It must hurt."

"No. It's okay." He was embarrassed and didn't know what to do.

"I know how to make it all better for you. Do you want me to?"

Earl couldn't imagine what she was thinking about. How would such a young
girl know anything about a hard cock? He asked her.

"What do you know about it?"

"I saw Mommy helping John one day, and when I asked her later what she
was doing she told me that sometimes a man's thingy swells up and hurts
and she was making it feel better. I've seen her do it a couple of times,
and I'll do it for you if you'll let me. You've been so nice to me and I
want to help you now. Please?"

Earl was scared, but his cock was hard for the first time in years and he
couldn't help but wonder what the girl would do. He decided to let her and
thought if it was too much he'd make her stop. She was looking at him with
big eyes and he could see she really wanted to help.

"Okay. I guess it would be all right, but it'll have to be our secret."

Her eyes lit up when she heard what he said. She agreed to keep it a
secret and then reached over and unzipped his pants. She slipped her
little hand into his pants and felt around until she found the opening in
his shorts. She wiggled her fingers into the opening and grasped his cock
then pulled it out in the open.

Earl was not very big. He was old and his cock was small and shriveled
most of the time. But not then. It had grown long and hard, though still
not very big by most standards. But it must have looked big to Ashley
because her eyes got big when she saw it. It made Earl feel like a man
again and he smiled as she started to stroke his cock slowly.

Earl thought she was just going to jerk him off. That wouldn't be too
much, and he thought he could allow that and not be in too much trouble.
But Ashley had other ideas. After a few strokes she leaned down and kissed
the tip of his cock. He jumped at the contact.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm kissing it to make it better. Did I hurt you?"

"No. You just surprised me. It feels better now. Thank you."

"I'm not done yet. It's still swollen and hot. I need to make it better
so it gets soft and just warm instead of hot."

Having said that she again leaned down and kissed the tip. This time she
got a little pre-cum on her lips and licked it off. She smiled as if she
enjoyed the taste. Her hand was still stroking him all this time. She
leaned down as if to kiss it again, but this time she licked it like an
ice cream cone. Again he jumped at the new sensation. He didn't think he'd
last long if she kept that up. He knew he should stop her. He should never
have let her start in the first place. But now his little head was making
the decisions, and he just let her continue.

Ashley looked up at him and smiled as she continued to lick his hard
cock. Then, just as he thought he had seen everything, she opened her
mouth as wide as she could and slid it down over the head of his cock.
Earl just closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the recliner.
He couldn't have stopped her now if he'd wanted to and he didn't want to.
It had been many years since he had a blow job, or any sex for that
matter. So he just let it happen.

The little girl was very good at what she was doing. You might think she
had experience, but in fact this was her first blow job. She had watched
her mother and had paid very close attention and learned well. She was
careful to keep her teeth covered as she slowly slipped his cock into her
mouth. She couldn't get too much in there even though he was small, but
she gave it a good try. When he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of
her throat she pulled back until only the head remained in her mouth. Then
she repeated her movement. She moved slowly but kept up a steady rhythm.
Her hand kept stroking as she slid his cock in and out of her mouth. After
a moment she started to suck gently on the down stroke then her tongue
would swirl around the head on the up stroke. She kept it up until he felt
a tingle in his balls, and they pulled up as they prepared to shoot off.

Earl was not sure what he should do. Should he warn her? If he told her
he was about to cum, would she even know what he meant? He doubted it and
so he kept silent. Very soon he started to cum. It was a strong cum and he
shot forcefully into her mouth. She didn't seem to be surprised at all and
just held the head in her mouth and sucked until he stopped shooting his
salty cum. When he finally stopped she pulled her mouth off slowly,
keeping contact with his cock so that she took all the cum off it as it
slid through her lips. It was then that he realized she had swallowed all
his cum. He was amazed at the great blow job and the fact she had
swallowed with no sign on dislike at all. She was smiling as his cock once
more returned to it's flaccid state. She stroked down to the bottom and
then stripped it up so that the last drop of his cum oozed out the slit.
She leaned down and licked it off and swallowed again then looked up at
him with a huge smile on her face and in her eyes.

"See? It's all better now, just like I promised."

"Yes it is, Princess. Thank you very much. I feel much better now."

Earl reached down and picked her up and placed her on his lap again. This
time he just hugged her, and she snuggled against him feeling very proud
of herself for helping her new friend feel better. They sat there like
that for a while, and then Ashley looked at the clock.

"Mommy will be home soon. I better go now so she doesn't catch me. It's
better if I'm in bed and look like I'm asleep when she gets home. Then she
doesn't punish me. Thank you for feeding me. I had a good time. I hope I
can come over again soon."

With that she slid off his lap, and before he could get up had let
herself out and was gone.

After Ashley left, Earl sat in his recliner and thought about what had
happened. He couldn't understand how he could have let that little girl do
what she had done. He thought about what would happen if anyone found out.
He would spend his remaining years in prison, and with the way most cons
felt about child molesters he wouldn't last long. He sat there and worried
all night. He didn't notice the passing of time. He only saw Ashley as she
had looked as she sucked his cock and then visions of himself being raped
in a jail cell. He was petrified.

Earl managed to get hold of himself after a while and things got back to
normal. Well, almost normal. Earl continued to say hello to Ashley and
smile at her, but there was something different. He found himself getting
hard when ever she smiled at him.

One day not long after that he heard Ashley outside his apartment window.
She was talking to some of the other kids from the complex. He stood next
to the window out of sight and listened.

"He's a mean old grouch."

"No he isn't."

"Yes he is! He yells at us and makes faces at us when he sees us."

"He wouldn't yell if you didn't make all that noise so he can't read his
books in peace. And if you smiled at him and said hello like I do, he
would be nice to you."

"No way. He'd never be nice to us. He's mean and nasty."

"Is not!"

"Is!"

And so it went on for several minutes. Earl was touched by the way Ashley
stood up for him. And he felt bad about the way the other kids thought of
him. He decided to prove to them that Ashley was right. He slipped on his
shoes and dark glasses and headed out to check his mail the same as he did
every day except Sunday. But this time as he walked past the group of kids
sitting on the walk, he didn't wait for Ashley to speak. Instead he smiled
at them.

"Hi, kids. Nice day isn't it?"

They looked shocked except for Ashley. She grinned from ear to ear.

"Hi, mister. Yes, it's very nice today."

He kept walking as if nothing had happened but he could hear the voices
of the kids as he went around the corner. He had really surprised them,
and Ashley was doing the old "I told you so" bit. He felt really good, and
when he came back from the mail boxes he smiled at the kids again as he
went into his apartment. One of the other kids smiled back at him. As he
sat down to read his mail he heard them discussing his actions. It was
mostly just "Wow!" from several of them and an occasional "See?" from
Ashley.

A few days later he heard that little knock on his door again. He knew
who it was and didn't waste time looking through the peephole. He opened
the door, and Ashley just walked right in without waiting to be invited.
She knew he would let her in, and she smiled at him as he closed the door.
She was dressed in her very thin nightgown again.

"Hello, Princess. Did you need something, or did you just want to watch
cartoons?"

"Mommy's gone out again and won't be back till very late. She said she
might even stay over at John's house tonight. I thought you might let me
stay with you for a while so I won't be all alone."

Earl suspected there was more to it than that and decided to get to the
point right away. He sat down in his recliner and pulled her on to his lap.

"Did she leave you anything to eat, Princess?"

Ashley looked down at the floor and wrung her fingers together as she
tried to think what to say. She didn't want him to think she only came
over to beg for food. She really liked to just be with him. But she knew
she couldn't lie to him, either.

"No. She said she would bring me something when she came home if she
could get some money from John. But that's okay. I'm not really hungry."

Earl was angry again, which was normal for him when they talked about The
Bitch. He knew what Ashley was trying to do and he ignored her lie. He
stood up and sat her down in the recliner by herself.

"You sit right there while I go see what I have for supper. You may not
be hungry but I am, and if I'm going to eat you might just as well join
me."

She smiled and nodded her head. He gave her the remote for the television
and went to see what he could fix for their dinner. He soon realized he
didn't have anything suitable. He had a couple of very skimpy frozen
dinners and a couple of cans of beans. He stood there trying to think of
something when he heard a commercial on the TV. It was for Pizza Hut.
Bingo! He went out to the living room and watched Ashley as the commercial
played out. He could see the light in her eyes and could almost see her
mouth watering.

"I'm sorry, Princess. I don't have anything that is good enough for you.
But I have an idea, if it's okay with you."

Ashley had looked a little disappointed when he first spoke but she could
see the wheels turning and knew he was up to something.

"Sure, Mister. Anything you want is okay with me."

"Would it be okay if I just ordered a pizza to be delivered? I know it's
not a real meal, but that's about the best I can do."

Ashley giggled as she replied. "You're just fooling me. You know all kids
love pizza. Of course it's okay if you order one for us."

Earl reached into the waste basket and removed a flyer for Blackjack
Pizza that had come in his mail. He asked her what she liked on her pizza
and she told him she didn't know because they never had it at her house.
Earl went into the other room to call and placed the order. Then he went
in and picked Ashley up and sat down, placing her on his lap. He told her
it would be a while before the pizza was delivered. They sat and watched
cartoons until the knock on the door signaled the arrival of dinner.

Earl had ordered a large combination pizza. It had everything on it but
the kitchen sink and anchovies. Sinks are hard to chew and he hated
anchovies. Ashley was amazed when he set the pizza down on the board he
used as a table. They dug in, and after eating several pieces Earl warned
her that she better save room for dessert. He had ordered ice cream with
the pizza and she squealed when he put a bowl of it in front of her. It
was Ben and Jerry's Cookies and Cream, and she loved it. Her bowl was
empty almost before Earl got his first mouthful eaten.

When they finished eating Earl took the dishes out to the kitchen and
rinsed them off before stacking them to be washed later. Ashley had
followed him and offered to wash them for him, but he told her Princesses
did not do dishes. She giggled and they went back to the recliner and sat
down. He found a movie on the Disney Channel that looked good, and they
settled down to watch.

Ashley was cuddled up on his lap just as before and was soon wiggling
again. The result was the same as it was the last time. Without even
realizing it Earl got hard again. Pretty soon his cock was poking her in
the butt, and she was having trouble getting comfortable. After a few
minutes she got down off his lap and turned to look at the bulge in his
pants.

"It looks like your thingy needs to be fixed again, Mister." And without
waiting she reached for his zipper and started to unzip his pants. But
this time Earl was too quick for her. He reached out and grabbed her hand
and stopped her. She got a scared look on her face as she thought she had
done something wrong.

"We need to talk about this, Princess. I should never have let you help
me last time, and I can't let you do it again. I could get in a lot of
trouble if anyone found out. It's wrong for a grown up to have sex with a
girl as young as you are. I could go to jail for the rest of my life."

"But you're not doing anything to me. I'm doing something to you. And
it's just to make you feel better."

"No. I'm the adult and I should have stopped you. Sex between an adult
and a child is wrong. Do you know what sex is, Princess?"

Ashley looked embarrassed as she nodded her head.

"Yeah. I heard John and Mommy talking about it. It's when John puts his
thingy inside Mommy's pee pee. But we're not doing that. I'm just making
your thingy feel better. How can that be wrong?"

"Well, first of all it is sex. Anything that you do to my prick, what you
call my thingy, is sex. The same goes for anything I might do to your
pussy. If you touch me or I touch you in a private place, that's sex. And
the law says it's wrong."

"What's a pussy?"

"That's what you called a pee pee."

She looked at him and got a real serious look on her face as she thought
about what he said.

"So if I make you feel good, that's wrong?"

"Yes."

"And if you made me feel good, that would be wrong too?"

"Yes, it would."

"Then what I did for you was wrong and could get you in trouble?"

"If anyone found out about it, yes."

"Then why didn't Mommy tell me that when she made me help John feel good?"

Suddenly she looked panic stricken. She started to cry. Earl was furious,
but not at her. He pulled her into his arms and hugged her close.

"It's all right, Princess. Now tell me why you're crying."

"Mommy told me never to tell anyone what we did with John. She said it
was private, and I would be in big trouble if I told. It just slipped out.
I didn't mean to tell you. You won't tell anyone will you?"

Earl just sat there holding her and thought about his predicament. He was
guilty of the same thing as The Bitch and John. At least it looked as if
he was. There was no way he could report them without going to jail
himself. It killed him to admit it, but he had no choice.

"No, Princess. I won't tell anyone what you tell me. It will be a secret
just like the secret we have about how you helped me. Now, will you tell
me what your mommy and John make you do?"

"Okay, I guess I may as well. First they made me rub John's thingy until
it got all hard. Then I would leave them alone and they would have sex.
Later Mommy made me suck on his thingy like I did for you. I didn't like
the taste. He tastes bitter not sweet like you. That's all they make me
do, and it's not very often, so I don't mind much. If only John didn't
smell bad it might be fun."

"Do they do anything to you? Do they touch you or put things in your
pussy?"

"Sometimes John makes me get undressed and he rubs his hand all over my
body. He puts his fingers between my legs and rubs my pee pee sometimes,
too. That feels good except when he's drunk, and then he gets too rough.
He never put anything in my pee pee. Well, except for his tongue one time.
He said I made him feel so good when I sucked his thingy that time that he
pushed me down and licked my pee pee. He did it a lot and I felt real
funny all over, and then he stuck his tongue inside and I felt so good I
almost died. He only did that once. I think Mommy found out and didn't
like it."

"Has he ever hurt you?"

"Not really. Like I said he gets rough sometimes, but it's not bad and it
never hurts much."

Earl gave some thought to what Ashley had told him. She didn't seem to be
hurt and even liked some of the things they had done to her. It was too
much of a risk for him to report them. Any good interviewer would soon
find out that he was guilty as well, even if he only allowed her to blow
him that one time. But he had to try to protect her to some degree.

"Princess, I want you to make me a promise."

She hesitated and then said, "Okay".

"If they ever hurt you, I want you to tell me as soon as you can. And if
John ever tries to put his prick in your pussy I want you to scream as
loud and as long as you can until someone comes to help you. I will if I
can, but it might be someone else. Will you promise me that?"

"But I'll get into trouble won't I? I don't want Mommy to get mad at me."

"If they really hurt you, that is worse than getting in trouble. And if
John tries to have sex with you it will hurt a lot and is worse yet.
Please promise me, Princess."

"Okay. I promise."

Earl hugged her close again and kissed her cheek. Ashley looked up at him
and then, placing a hand on each of his cheeks, she pulled him down and
kissed him lightly on the lips. Earl felt as if an electric shock had run
through his whole body. The kiss was short but obviously held feelings.

It was then as he held his Princess that Earl realized he had fallen in
love with her. He could not imagine how he could possibly be so in love
with a little girl, but he was. And there was nothing he could do about it.

"Mister?"

"Yes, Princess?"

"My name is Ashley, but you call me Princess. I like that. But I don't
know your name. I want to call you something nice, not just Mister. What's
your name?"

"My name is Earl. Why don't you call me Uncle Earl when we're alone? You
still have to call me Mister when we're outside so no one knows about us
being special friends."

"Okay, Uncle Earl. I like that. What do you mean about being special
friends?"

Earl gave it some thought before he answered. Then he decided to be
honest with her. He owed it to her and he wanted her to know how he felt.

"We are very special friends, Princess. We share secrets with each other,
and we spend time together enjoying things. And I have grown to love you
very much."

Ashley's eyes got big and she looked surprised at what Earl had said.
Tears started to run down her cheeks. She reached out and put her arms
around Earl, pulling him into a big hug as she whispered in his ear.

"I love you too, Uncle Earl. I love you a whole bunch. Even more than
anyone else in the whole world."

They just hugged for quite a while before Ashley pulled back and looked
at Earl very intently. He sensed that something was about to happen but
didn't expect what came next.

"I love you, Uncle Earl, and you love me, too. Right?"

"Yes."

"Well don't people who love each other try to make each other feel happy?"

"Yes, they do."

"You said that if anyone found out that I sucked on your thingy you could
go to jail for the rest of your life, right?"

"Yes."

"So if I did it again and they found out what would happen? They would
still put you in jail right?"

"Yes."

"Then why not let me do what I want to? It makes you feel good, and I
love to do it for you. I don't think it should matter if I do it once or a
lot. Nobody is going to find out anyway, and if they did it wouldn't make
any difference. So if you love me and I love you, I think we should make
each other feel happy and just not tell anyone."

Earl had to smile. She had him and she knew it. They might be able to
convict him more easily, but the result would be the same. And the truth
was he wanted to do things with his little princess. His prick was hard
already just thinking about it while she was sitting on his lap. He wanted
her and she wanted him. He surrendered to his princess.

"You're right, Princess. It doesn't make much difference, and I want to
make you feel happy too."

That was all Ashley needed to hear. She slid off his lap and attacked his
zipper. In seconds she had his prick out and was rubbing her hand up and
down the shaft. Earl groaned as the sensations overwhelmed him. He knew he
wouldn't last long, but he tried to hold out as long as possible. Ashley
leaned over and started to lick his prick like an ice cream cone. Her warm
little tongue slid up over the shaft and then the head, where she
encountered a drop of pre-cum. She licked it off and smacked her lips as
if she had just tasted something very special. She didn't hesitate any
more and slipped the head of his prick into her mouth. He wasn't
especially large, but her small mouth couldn't hold much of the length.
She managed to get the head and about an inch of the shaft of his prick
into her hot little mouth as she stroked the remainder of the shaft with
both hands.

Earl was in heaven. The feeling of Ashley's warm, wet mouth sucking on
his prick was fantastic. He was still amazed at how well she did it at her
young age. He placed his hands on the back of her head and did his best
not to push his prick down her throat. Ashley kept sucking softly and
jacking his shaft as he neared his climax. She reached down and fondled
his balls, letting them roll around in her hand as she continued sucking.
Every once in a while she would squeeze them gently. It was too much for
Earl, and he felt the cum traveling up from his balls through his prick.

"I'm going to cum, Princess. You better pull off or you'll get a mouth
full."

She just smiled around his prick and kept on sucking. As he had warned,
his prick erupted and filled her mouth with his hot sticky cum. She
swallowed as fast as she could and managed to lose only a very small
amount out of the corner of her mouth. When he stopped squirting she
sucked a little more then stripped his prick with her hand, getting the
last bit of cum and licking it off the head. Then she pulled back and used
her finger to collect the small trickle off her chin and popped it into
her mouth. She swallowed it with the rest. She had a very big smile on her
face as she looked proudly at her lover.

"Did I do it right? Did I make you feel real good, Uncle Earl?"

"Yes Princess. You did it very well and made me feel very good indeed. I
have never felt better. You are wonderful. Now if you would let me, I'll
try to make you feel good too."

"Oh yes, please. I want to feel you touching me. Please make me feel good."

Earl picked her up and carried her to his bed. He stood her on the bed
and then grasped the hem of her thin nightgown. He raised it slowly up and
over her head. She raised her arms as he slipped the gown off then dropped
them to her sides. She stood there naked and let him look at her body. It
was a sight that Earl had wanted to enjoy for a while but thought he never
would. She was a little thin and had no breasts. There was only the
slightest pad under her little nipples where there would some day be
breasts. Her belly was flat and her hip bones were a little too prominent.
It was obvious she needed more nutrition in order to fill out. He let his
eyes drop down to the point where her legs came together. She saw what he
was looking at and spread her legs a little so he could see better.

There was no hair on her pussy. The lips were still plump, and her clit
hood stuck out from her labia a little. He leaned forward on impulse and
kissed her pussy lips. It was a quick kiss and he used no tongue, but she
gasped and shivered at the touch.

Earl hugged her and then laid her down on the bed. He admired her for a
moment and then began to stroke her body gently with his fingers. He
touched her hair and her face and down her neck. He paused at her nipples
and circled them before pinching them lightly. That got him a moan of
pleasure from Ashley. He continued to caress her, letting his fingers
trail down her belly and then down one leg and up the other before gently
following the crease between her labia. He could feel a slight wetness
already as she was becoming aroused.

He smiled and leaned down to kiss her gently on the lips. Her arms
instantly wrapped around his neck and held him in the kiss. Ashley was
giving the kiss all she could, and he could feel the passion. He slipped
his tongue out and let it slide along her lips, pressing just a bit. She
got the message and opened her mouth just a bit, letting his tongue enter.
He pressed in slowly and explored her mouth. He felt her teeth and gums
and then slipped over her tongue. He caressed her tongue, and in a moment
she responded by pushing her tongue out and into his mouth to explore it
as he done to her. Her little tongue didn't reach as far into his mouth,
but it felt almost electric as she slipped it around in his mouth. He
finally pulled back, breaking the kiss so they could both catch their
breath. It had been very hot and exciting.

Earl moved on. He trailed little kisses down her neck and over her chest.
When he reached her nipples he kissed them and licked them and then sucked
gently on each one. She moaned and pushed her chest out as if to get more
contact. Earl followed the same path he had earlier traveled with his
fingers, only this time he was kissing and licking his way. He reached her
navel and dipped his tongue into it, getting a giggle from her as he moved
on. He moved down over her hip and down her leg, kissing gently as he
went. When he reached her foot he nibbled on her toes and then moved to the
other foot. He repeated his nibbles and kisses and moved up that leg until
he reached her mons.

The aroma of her arousal filled his nose as he kissed her labia. He
covered her little pussy with kisses before taking the next step. As he
had done when he kissed her lips, he let his tongue slip out and run over
her labia gently from bottom to top. At the top he barely touched the
protruding clit hood, but she jumped at even that small touch. He returned
to the bottom of the slit and inserted his tongue between the outer lips,
then ran it up through the slit to the top. This time he gave her clit a
firmer lick and was rewarded with another groan and saw the clit swell and
poke out from its hiding place.

He again returned to the bottom of her slit and pushed his tongue in
further. He felt the opening to her vagina as he moved up and paused to
lick around the inner lips before continuing up to her clit again. He had
tasted the fluids that were now oozing out of her aroused pussy. It was
like ambrosia to him, tasting sweet as honey. When he reached her clit he
sucked on it and felt her hips press up against his face as she tried to
get more. He stroked her clit with his tongue as he sucked on it gently.
It was driving her crazy, and she reached down to press his head against
her pussy. He attacked her pussy with vigor at that point, licking and
sucking on the inner lips and the clit. He could tell she was getting
close and moved his tongue down to her opening. He slipped his tongue into
the hot channel and sucked the juices that he found there. He drove his
tongue into her as far as he could before returning to her clit. As he
sucked on her now prominent clit he slid a finger into her tunnel just far
enough to give her pleasure but not far enough to break her hymen. He
would not take her virginity that or any other way.

When Ashley felt his hot tongue enter her she almost went over, but when
he went back to sucking on her clit and then slipped a finger into her at
the same time it was all she needed. She felt warm tingly sensations all
over her body, and then she stiffened and arched her back as she felt the
climax overwhelm her. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. It was
too much for her little body and young mind to handle, and with a sigh she
passed out, dropping back to the bed in a limp pile of arms and legs.

Earl kissed the sweet pussy in front of him one more time and then moved
back up to Ashley's head. It was then he realized she was out. It worried
him at first, but when he checked her breathing and pulse he relaxed a
little. He was reasonably sure it was just a really big climax that she
had experienced and he waited to see if she would come to on her own. He
was a little worried but watched and held her as her body recovered from
the sensory overload.

Earl lay there holding his little princess and thinking about what he'd
done. Part of him was ashamed at having had sex with a child. But another
part of him accepted it as a good and loving act. He loved Ashley and
would try to help her any way he could. As the conflicted thoughts spun
around in his head he fell asleep, holding his precious princess close.

It was just starting to get light out when Earl awoke. Ashley was still
sleeping in his arms. He realized he might be in deep trouble. If The
Bitch had come home during the night she would be looking for Ashley and
might find her with him. That would no doubt be the end for him.

Leaning down he kissed Ashley lightly. She woke up slowly and smiled when
she saw him watching her. She hugged him tightly and kissed him warmly on
the lips.

"Thank you, Uncle Earl. You made me feel better than I ever did before. I
love you."

"I love you too, Princess. And I'm glad you liked what we did last night.
But now you need to get home before your mother comes looking for you."

Ashley slipped out of bed reluctantly. She didn't want to leave but she
knew he was right. They hugged and kissed one more time, and then Earl let
her out the door. He watched out the window and listened for any yelling.
There was none. The Bitch must have stayed out all night. He sighed with
relief and went back to bed. He was soon asleep again, dreaming of the
pleasure he had with his princess.

Over the next few weeks Ashley managed to slip into Earl's apartment
every few days. Sometimes they pleasured each other, and other times they
just enjoyed each other's company. It was not all about sex. It was love
between two individuals that needed each other and the security they gave
one another. Life was good for a while. Earl was happy and smiled and
talked to the other children. He tried not to give too much attention to
Ashley when out in public. He still feared being found out but was willing
to take the risk within reason.

One day Earl sensed that something was wrong. He couldn't tell what it
was. At least not until later in the day. Then it finally came to him. It
was too quiet. He had not heard The Bitch all day, and there were no kids
playing outside his apartment. When he went out to get his mail he walked
past Ashley's apartment. He glanced at the widow and then stopped dead in
his tracks. The blinds were open and he could see inside. It was empty.
There was nothing in the apartment. They were gone.

Earl was afraid to be too obvious in asking about Ashley and her family.
He waited until he went to pay his rent. Then he casually asked the
manager what ever happened to his neighbors. She told him they had skipped
out owing rent and left no forwarding address. He didn't say anything but
went back to his apartment and wept. Part of his sorrow was at losing his
Princess. But a lot of it was worry that she would have nobody to protect
her from The Bitch and any of her men friends. It was quite a while before
Earl was able to put it out of his mind. But he still thought about his
Princess when ever he surfed past The Disney Channel or some kids program
on tv. He missed her.

Now I told you that certain events had changed Earl's life forever. And
I'm sure you thought that meant Ashley and he stayed together or something
like that. Well, that didn't happen, but his life was changed because he
no longer viewed the kids in the complex as pests. He smiled and spoke to
them regularly. On Halloween instead of no children stopping at his
apartment he had all the kids from the complex and some from around the
neighborhood. Word had spread that he was a nice guy and would be helpful
to them if they needed something. He was much happier than before. So
Ashley did change his life. He could only hope that, in some small way, he
had changed her life as well.

The end.

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