Fulfilled cunt

I tried to hide in the shadows as I made my way down the dark street,
nighttime coming much to fast, and me with really no place to go. My mom
was drunk, again. I hated it when she started drinking because I could do
nothing right. Her boyfriend was looking at me like I might be next and
that’s when I ran away. Now I was here on this dark street with houses lit
up and probably loving families inside each one of them. I didn’t know
where I was going or what was to become of me, I just had to get away and
that’s what kept me going.

Susan Miller was seven and on the verge of becoming eight. Her life
was on hold as she made a desperate effort to escape what she knew to be
wrong and no doubt in self preservation as well. Alone on the dark street,
it was a November evening as she was without a coat, before long she would
begin to suffer hypothermia in the 40 degree weather. Not quite a block
behind her an old man walked his dog, letting the dog relieve herself and
trot along sniffing everything in her path. The old man noticed the little
girl father ahead but paid her no attention, instead watching his dog sniff
happily around the base of a tree, as if the scent was truly important.
Suddenly the dog looked ahead and barked, her leash pulled from his hand as
the little girl fell to the ground and lay still.

I soon caught up with my dog and the little girl, my dog lying beside
the child trying to keep her warm in the chilly night air. I took off my
coat and wrapped the child in it, lifting her to my body in a tight hold to
keep her warm. I could not hold my dog’s leash as I carried the child back
to my house, but the dog was mine, had been for a long time, and she
followed along right at my side, whining in her own way as she was worried
about the child just like I was.

I woke up in a soft bed underneath soft heavy covers, I felt warm and
cozy. Then it dawned on me that I was someplace and didn’t know where or
with whom. I stretched and then noticed that I was naked, my clothes lying
in a neat pile on a chair. The voice of the man as he entered the room with
a tray of food startled me and I shrank under the covers so only my eyes
showed. He was old, like somebody’s grandfather, but his face was kind
looking and he smiled at me in a loving way. He sat down on the edge of the
bed and put the tray on the nightstand. Looking at me trying to hide, he
chuckled and told me to sit up like a big girl. I did what he told me to do
and as I smelled the food I didn’t even notice that half of my naked body
was on display for him. He stared at me for a moment and then picked up the
bowl of hot chicken noodle soup and began to feed me. I felt like a baby
being fed like that, but it was kinda nice too, you know, being cared for
the right way.

I lifted the soup spoon and carefully blew on it to cool the hot fluid
down so as not to burn her mouth. She was like a baby bird, her mouth open
in hungry anticipation of being fed. She managed the liquid okay, but the
noodles were another thing, she got some, but the rest landed on her chest.
She giggled and then realized she was naked as she tried to cover herself
with her arms. Her smile vanished as quickly as it had come. I place the
bowl back onto the tray and then pulled her arms away to her sides, telling
her that was enough of that, she had no reason to be shy with me, and I told
her so. I scooped of the lost noodles and offered them to her; she didn’t
want them so I put them in my mouth. Picking up the bowl again I ladled
another spoonful of hot soup and blew on it to cool it. She was far too
hungry to let anything get away this time and while I fed her some
nourishment she relaxed more and more. I offered her the bowl and asked her
if she wanted to lick it clean, she did.

He seemed to be a nice man and even though I wore no clothes, he didn’t
seem to mind, and I was so hungry and he fed me like I was a baby, I guess
all in all, I liked it. Actually it was kinda nice, him looking at me
naked, and he did look. I felt pretty and just the beginnings of being
loved; I didn’t want this to end, not now, after having nothing all my life.
I handed him back the empty bowl and licked my lips. He set the bowl down
and leaned towards me, his lips finding mine, Christ he was going to kiss
me. It was not like old lips, I could sense his hunger and the kiss was
warm and passionate, but brief, then he licked my chest to clean off the
remains of the noodles that landed there. He turned out the light on my
side of the bed and began to undress right in front of me. Soon he was
naked too and crawled into the bed on his side and turned out the other
light. The room plunged into darkness and I found myself cuddling the old
man for comfort. He did not complain.

He was very hairy all over his body and I somehow found that exciting, but
between his legs, he looked nothing like me, something hung there big and
long and he stroked it a few time before he got into bed. I was attracted
to him and I was pretty sure he was attracted to me also, maybe this was my
chance at something better, he liked looking at me and that kiss was
something else, it excited me. An older man kissed me because he wanted to
and it wasn’t just a peck on the cheek, this was a real kiss, his hands on
the sides of my face, tilting my head back, his lips finally pressed against
mine. The feeling was awesome and I wouldn’t mind having more of them. I
moved over next to him, he layed on his side facing away from me. I pushed
my naked body up against his and felt his hair pressed against my skin. I
felt more contented at that moment than I had ever felt in my whole life.
Sleep was a pleasant thing as his hand moved to lie on my hip. I felt sexy
and quite a bit naughty, and I liked it, being with him.

Thoughts of, what the hell was I doing, filled my mind, but her
softness against me was erotic and illegal, still I didn’t care, she was
very young, she was naked, and she was pressed against me as tightly as she
could possibly be. If there was a God, He would let me have her, I wanted a
daughter so much, and the fact that my long dead wife had given me no
children, made me want her even more. Whatever happened that night between
God and me, I would never be sure of, but in the morning, this little naked
girl was mine forever.

The forever part bothered me, but I could not comprehend something like
that. The little girl had no reservations about letting me see her naked
now and she never even bothered to get dressed. We ate a proper breakfast
and she stuffed herself, good thing too, she was as skinny as a rail. I
actually had to fry more eggs and make more toast. Watching her eat was
sexy as could be, as often eating with someone else can be. Finally she
pushed her empty plate away, got down out of her chair and crawled into my
lap. Since we were both naked, the length of her young pussy glided over my
old cock to its full length. Gone were her inhibitions, indeed every
warning her body could give her, replaced by a need she neither understood
but accepted. As she rubbed herself on me, she became more and more
excited. As if by Devine intervention, my old cock slipped into the
warmest, tightest place it had ever been in. There were no barriers, no
hymen to rupture, no nothing, just pure little girl as hairless as you
please. I was not sure she intended this to happen, but she was getting
into it now and there was no stopping it.

I didn’t know what was happening, but it felt good and I wanted more of
it. He was somehow inside me and I felt really filled up. I liked it. He
was pushing into me and then pulling out and pushing in again, over and
over. My insides were on fire and something I didn’t understand was
building inside me, something really powerful. I knew that I was being
fucked for the first time in my life and it did not bother me as the old man
loved me more than anyone else ever had. I let him take me where he wanted
and when the orgasm hit it laid me to waste and I went out like a light
being switched off.

From the cold dark street last night I was saved by a man and his dog that
cared for me. He was old, but certainly not lacking in love or desire for
me, I had found my home and when I woke up I would tell him about it.