It was our little game. I would call her mother and asked if she could baby sit for me tonight and she always said yes, and I always to her that I would have her back home again by eleven at the latest. Becky never revealed our little game to anyone, and she was always available to sit for me.
Becky was eight, almost nine and she was the prettiest little girl I had ever seen. Deep red hair with a sprinkling of freckles on her face. I was in love with her and I sensed she was in love with me. I paid her the going rate of $3.00 per hour and sent her home each time with a twenty dollar bill.
Together we had concocted a story about my imaginary retarded six year old daughter and a wife that had left me three years ago. Believe it or not, this fabrication of the truth was mainly Becky's doing and she was quite proud of it.
She had finished her homework as soon as she had gotten home from school, but carried her school books with her for appearances sake. As our story went, I had to work late three times a week, like clockwork and I wanted Becky to sit for my daughter, seeing to whatever needs the poor child had. Her mother was proud of her for taking this job so seriously and sticking to it, she often thought how difficult it must be at times caring for a retarded child. The story went on, no phone calls, no knocks on the door as anything like that would set the child off in a raging tantrum of epileptic seizures. Becky was certainly good at this fabrication and very detailed.
My garage was specially built with two garage doors, one in front and one in back with driveways on both sides. Becky would arrive at the appointed hour and I would leave, pulling my car out the front garage door and drive around the block only to pull back into the garage from the rear. I would reverse this deception when it was time for her to leave. As I played out our game, Becky placed her books on the coffee table and went into my bedroom and undressed, waiting for me to make love to her again. She had no breasts to speak of, just tender nipples on her hipless body, but where she shined was her legs and thighs and her cute round butt cheeks. She was hairless, with just a little fuzz on her arms and legs, her pussy was smooth as a babies and quite prominent.
Becky knew exactly what he would do to her, it never varied. He would start with her toes, sucking on each one of them individually, then move slowly up her foot licking everything as his mouth moved up her legs and thighs consuming every square inch of her with his mouth. Next he would move to her head and kiss her eyes and nose and gently nibble on her earlobes before working down her neck and over her shoulders into her armpits and then down her arms to end up sucking on each of her fingers. The feeling of being loved this much drove her wild every time, Finally he would come to rest between her legs and feed himself on her vaginal opening, almost chewing on her blood engorged clitoris while she waited to be filled with his manhood. After she had given him her first climax and let him drink her fluids, he would then take her, gently at first, then harder and more urgent. Becky lived for this and all other activities in her life were simply preparation for these three nights a week, when she could be with the man she loved.
Becky's mother smiled, her daughter was having an affair with an older man, and she lied for him to be with him three nights a week. Her clothes did not smell of sex, and neither did she when she came home, but there was that look in her daughter's eyes that a mother knows. She knew if she stopped this she would lose her daughter to him, and she was not quite ready for that yet, so she never interfered and let her daughter think she was getting away with it. Still it amazed her the detail the child had gone through to be with him, she was glad that she had no husband to explain this too and realized Becky needed this man in more ways than one. Maybe one day they could be open with each other and share the feelings each of them had, but for now, she would let it be, her daughter needed him more than she needed her, and she knew it.
Becky moaned into her hands as she felt his cock slide into her deeply, to her, this was what life was all about, to be loved this way physically was as close to Heaven as you could get. She felt him push deeper until he was fully inside her. She had felt him push up against her cervix and then past it, entering her womb and once again she promised herself that this was his territory alone and no other man could stake a claim to it. It never took him long, he was always too excited with her. She felt the warm pulse of his seed fill her over and over again. It was wonderful.
They would lay there awhile cuddling and kissing and then do it again, finally the shower scene where he washed her body like it was a shrine, praying to her little child form as if he needed help from above. If he told her once that night that he loved her, he said it a thousand times, and the child ate up every word each time he said it. He was especially affectionate tonight and Becky stayed with him until morning, and no story came to mind this time. One more shower to clean her out and she went home, not bothering to dry her hair.
Her mother was in the kitchen as she walked in, her hair still dripping wet. Is it raining outside, her mother asked? No its not raining, I just got out of the shower a few minutes ago. He must have gotten home pretty late and you fell asleep I'll bet? No mommy, he didn't get home late, I just didn't want to leave him. Her mother stopped what she had been doing and took her daughter by the hand to the table, they sat down. Is there something you want to tell me? It was quiet for a longest moment. Mommy, I love him! Her mother let out a breath of air and thought finally this is coming out. Does he love you? Oh yes, mommy, very much! Is that what you want or is that what he feels?
That's what I feel too, excuse me, I am the man she is talking about and if you are going to call the police then do it quickly, before I lose my nerve and run away like the scared child that I am.
Please come in and sit down, I have some fresh coffee brewed and I'll get us some. Becky climbed into his lap and it was so damned obvious the affection they shared, I felt like an intruder. As I turned around with two cups of coffee, I watched as they kissed passionately, losing themselves into each other. If I didn't move soon they would be mating on my kitchen table, and I wondered if I might not actually have wished to see that. Their kiss finally broke and both of them were breathing heavily. I sat the coffee down and took my seat. The man actually looked like a lost puppy dog that my daughter had found. I thought it was so cute, but then it all came back to me and I realized that I had to do or say something.
I guess this is serious then? His hand was up under her blouse and he was plainly fondling her and she was mewing like a kitten. His hand slipped from her breasts and he picked up the cup of coffee and took a sip. It's serious! Say, this is good coffee! Thanks, I said, not knowing what else to say. Becky was licking his neck and giving him hickeys. What the hell should I say, hey guys, go for it, no that was not a good idea. What are your intentions? My intentions are to love your daughter with all my heart until the day I die, and be with her, care for her, teach her about life, about love, about all the things that make two people love each other. He was serious, and I swallowed hard, take her, love her, bring her back early Monday morning in time for school, Tuesday and Thursday she will be home with me, the rest of the week she is yours if she wants you.
With that, Becky was on his mouth again and French kissing him, his neck now riddled with red splotches from a girl so little she still had no hair. It' s a deal, I said and picking up my girl I walked out the back door and into a new life, Becky all smiles as she waved happily at her mother. I want grandchildren she hollered back at the top of her lungs. I smiled, no problem, when she is old enough.
