Moving briskly through the thick brush surrounding his favorite park, Paul’s mouth drooled as lustful visions flashed in his predatory mind. At his side was a “sure fire” pussy-magnet, the most adorable puppy he could buy at a nearby pet store.

Since being paroled out of prison, the old ‘’ tried earnestly to behave himself but alas, those cute little nymphs with their shapely, smooth butts and delightfully tight little pussies seemed to be all he could think of. The judge ordered weekly therapy, but Paul decided that the only therapy he needed was to get into a child’s panties. To a guy like Paul, happiness could best be found in a park full of giggling, carefree little angels.

“Yes! This is the only therapy I need,” he thought as he reached the clearing where a group of kids were playing.

He watched from a distance as an abundance of desirable cock-teasing temptations warmed his loins. Giggles and high-pitched screams filled the air while his banquet of preteen pussy played, frolicking carefree and without concern about an old ‘’ who might wander into one of their young, happy lives.

Gazing hungrily at his prey, he licked his lips at the assortment of mouth watering, fleshy smooth “little girl” thighs, the likes of which he longed to lick and massage his fingertips over. His eyes focused, admiring the collection of cute bubble butts while he imagined having his way with a few chosen little morsels.

Crouching on the grass with the puppy at his side, pleasant memories of many successful past encounters filled Paul’s brain, inspiring a smile on his face while his swollen member rose in his pants. Yes! He would wait patiently for his mark, a little girl who would wander away from the crowd and hopefully, a child whose parents weren’t nearby to spoil the fun.

Out of sight from most of the kids and nearby adults on the playground, Paul tried to blend into the thick foliage of the tree line. His puppy strained on the leash to get away from its bondage, but it wasn’t time for that. No! It wasn’t the right moment. He had to be vigilant to not let the wrong person see him in the park. After all, part of his parole agreement was that he couldn’t be seen in ANY park where children were present. Going back to prison wasn’t what he feared most, though. NOT having his fix of cute little girls to fondle, that was a far worse punishment than anything the law could dish out.

The bright, sunny day was waning into the late afternoon. Opportunity had failed to deliver but tomorrow would be another day and another chance to satisfy his nagging appetite for some preteen sexual deliverance. An old practiced ‘’ like him understood the value of patience and tenacity. As it was, the only time he got caught with a child was when he ignored the steadfast rule of waiting for the right moment. It wouldn’t happen again he vowed as he smoothed his hand over the growing rise in his crotch.

With his trusty new best friend at his side, the walk back to his apartment was filled with disappointment. Paul wore a sad look as he crossed the street, not paying attention to the busy traffic as he wandered into the perilous path of a city bus.

“ARE YOU OK, MISTER?” a child’s excited voice asked as he tried to pick his battered body up from the roadway.

Soon a crowd of onlookers gathered until the startled bus driver finally reached the scene and offered to call an ambulance. Paul initially refused until he realized the searing pain in his lower left leg was more than just an inconvenience. Then once again the voice of that same, inquiring child could be heard, as the chatter from the gathered crowd seemed to suddenly stop. Her bright, toothy smile seemed to soothe his pain as she leaned over his face while she carefully cradled his head in her dainty hands.

“Is she an angel?” he wondered. “Am I dead? Is this the reward that God has in store for me, an old, unrepentant pedophile of simple means?”

A comforting glow seemed to surround the young girl’s head as he looked intently into those mesmerizing, sparkling blue eyes. Her pretty face was too perfect to be a mere human he thought as a fog of confusion flooded his head. Then his heart thumped explosively, sending pulses of blood to his brain as the little angel kissed his cheek with warm, pleasantly soft, tiny lips.

“Yes! I must be alive,” he thought with relief, as he felt the pulsing blood and the wakeup call thump, thumping in his chest. Then out of the corner of his eye he noticed the limp body of his puppy as a police officer held the dead animal carefully until suddenly disappearing out of eyesight.

The ear-piercing siren could be heard blocks away as the police finally arrived. For the first time in Paul’s eventful life, a cop actually said nice things to him. Witnesses to the accident offered various explanations about the facts and who was to blame, but the cop decided to charge the bus driver due to the insistence of a certain little girl who swore she saw everything from the vantage of sitting in the very first seat on the bus. She accused the bus driver of carelessly talking to a passenger over his shoulder while NOT paying attention and causing the accident.

The ambulance was finally at the scene and Paul was promptly carried aboard for the speedy trip to the hospital. To his delight, his little angel was allowed to ride along after telling the crew that he was her uncle and she wanted to make sure he would be OK. Dressed in a short, thin dress, the little girl knelt beside him while the ambulance attendants started an IV then checked the old vital signs.

While in a daze and pain, he still managed to steal a peek under the pretty girl’s dress as the hem gradually hiked above her knees. Her exposed, fine white cotton panties and delicate, smooth thighs incited a sudden lump in his pants. It caught the attention of the female paramedic, causing a thin smile to appear on her face as she mistakenly thought that SHE was the inspiration for such an amusing effect. What happened next would make any ‘’ envious.

Paul was rather tall, standing over six feet in height, meaning that his body overlapped the ends of the stretcher…and his long arms over the side, except for the left arm which was hooked up to the IV. Meanwhile his right arm which hung almost to the floor of the ambulance suddenly brushed against the warm, silky smooth thigh of the little girl. She reached for his hand and began to hold it in a comforting gesture. Then heat radiating between her thighs brought back sweet, erotic memories of fondling a few, very pretty and cooperative little girls.

With eyes closed Paul began to dream while visions of feeling up a cute little nymph occupied his foggy brain. His hand twitched then began to unconsciously massage the angel’s thighs, creeping slowly while edging closer to her panties as the child continued to hold his hand. Suddenly the unmistakable warmth and soft skin surrounding his hand and bare arm was intensely real, waking him from his nap as he realized that he was actually feeling up the little girl who was still kneeling on the floor of the ambulance and patiently comforting him.

As his tired eyes fluttered open, he glanced at her. She just smiled, not objecting to his advances while seeming to enjoy all he was doing. The ambulance attendants were too busy talking and immersed in conversation to notice. So as if he was just “too much in shock” to be held responsible for his illicit actions, Paul took full advantage.

The magnificent softness between the little girl’s thighs was like a drug to his brain. The deeper between her legs his hand moved, the closer to him SHE moved, until a single fingertip touched her warm panty-covered crotch. This was too amazing to comprehend, even for a guy like Paul. He wondered if the child was real or just an imagined muse as he continued to fondle at will, freely feeling her smooth, little girl thighs and occasionally fingering her slit which lay hidden under the thin material of her underwear.

Then without a word she grabbed his arm, pressing the back of his hand firmly to her soft, pussy mound. She began to gyrate herself, hunching his hand until her face turned a ‘tell-tale’ bright red. Whispered, almost silent moans escaped unnoticed as she soon climaxed. Paul grinned to himself with satisfaction while extending his middle finger, pushing into the wetness of her panties until he managed to penetrate her tight little vagina as far as he could. The sensation was euphoric, allowing him to forget about the nagging pain in his leg and the present company of the ambulance crew.

The child’s eyes closed as Paul finger-fucked her into another orgasm when suddenly, the doors to the ambulance opened. The two eager uniformed attendants said nothing as they hurriedly rolled the stretcher out and wheeled him into the emergency room.

“Where’s the girl?” he asked as the attendants suddenly left him with a nurse.

No response was given until they said in unison, “Goodbye Paul and good luck.”

“I want the girl at my side!” he hollered excitedly as the ambulance crew disappeared out of sight.

“What girl?” the nurse asked curiously, as she panned around the room. Soon a doctor was at his side asking too many damn questions as far as Paul was concerned. His injuries didn’t seem as important as the loss of that cute little angel.

"Where is she?” he wondered out loud as the effects of a painkiller flooded his veins with calming warmth while anesthetizing his brain. In a mellow slumber, he was finally still and quiet as x-rays were taken and a temporary splint applied. Silhouettes of the doctors and nurses' faces were all he could see as they hovered over him, busily taking his vital signs while his clothes were cut away from his body. The cold air chilled his skin, but he was too sedated to complain.

“You want me, don’t you?” The repeating, wispy voice of a young little girl plagued Paul’s brain as he lay alone, sleeping fitfully in his hospital bed. "You wanna’ fuck my little pussy?” the voice continued with a cheerful lilt. “Uh huh,” he answered out loud as his cock rose, pushing straight up while making a noticeable tent in the bed covers.

“Little girls like it when you touch their privates. They ALL like to have their pussies rubbed and fingered,” the voice went on as if it was real and in the same room. Paul smiled with delight as he imagined fucking the mysterious little angel he met that day, the very same little girl who let him fondle her sex, but remained elusive and probably never to return because she was only a product of his imagination and confusion, an apparition brought on by the trauma of the accident.

“Paul! Paul! Would you like something to calm your mind and let you sleep? You’re talking in your sleep so maybe a sedative might help.” The intrusive voice of the nurse suddenly interrupted one hell of a good fuck, Paul thought to himself as he stubbornly opened his eyes. A wide grin appeared on the young nurse's face as she spotted the ‘tent’ in the blanket. Fighting off the urge to snicker, she handed the sleeping medicine to her patient and asked how he was doing.

“Where’s the girl?” he muttered as he looked directly at the nurse’s face.

“I’m sorry but I don’t know who you’re talking about,” she replied as she tucked in his covers while deciding that he was still in a bit of shock and probably just hallucinating. She had witnessed the same in many other patients so it was NO big deal. Yes. Paul would be fine by tomorrow, she assured herself as she said “goodnight” and briskly left the room.

Days turned into weeks as Paul realized the seriousness of his injuries. His leg was broken in several places so surgery was a must. Finally a massive cast was on his leg, holding him hostage from wandering around the hospital and to Paul, the cast was the only obstacle in his path preventing his search for his missing angel. He had to find out if she was real and as soon as he was released from the hospital, he would search until he found the girl.

News of a pedestrian bus accident traveled fast in the local ‘lawyer’ community. The hopeless pedophile was an instant celebrity to the ‘legal eagle’ personal injury attorneys. They lined up to see him in his hospital room, all hoping for a chance to represent him in a huge lawsuit with the deep-pocketed city.

Suing the city hadn’t occurred to Paul, but it seemed like a good idea after being advised that he could get millions for a broken leg such as his. Dollar signs filled his brain with ideas, but finding his missing angel would in some ways be more valuable.

“Find my missing little blond-haired girl and the case is yours,” he offered each attorney as a challenge. The thought of finding the child warmed Paul’s heart, but to any attorney, she was needed also as a possible witness to the accident. Her word was good enough for the cop, so finding the child was a ‘must do’.

A citywide search was soon underway. Investigators hired by the various competing law firms were busy tracking down a child named only as “Anna,” according to the police accident report.

The address given on the report was incorrect but it was a good place to begin, thought one young hungry lawyer named Anthony P. Land.

The law office of Anthony P. Land, Esquire was a sparse “hole in the wall.” Having just opened up for business, he had no secretary or hired investigative staff. NO. He had none of those frills. Anthony was like an island in a sea of greedy, aggressive lawyers, but equipped with tenacity and imagination which some of the other law firms lacked. After a dogged search of the neighborhood and interviewing neighbor after neighbor, he finally found out the truth about the little girl.

Yes! She existed but had moved with her family recently to another part of town, an upscale suburbia, which contrasted widely from where they used to live. The intrepid young lawyer finally tracked down the owner of the apartment and was given the girl’s last name. Armed with new facts and revealing information, it was clear that the child’s family suddenly came into a windfall of cash.

Anthony had stumbled on a conspiracy of sorts. Spending some time at his computer, searching public records and even an updated list of local middle school students, he finally discovered an “Anna Spelling” at Pinedale Middle School. Instant elation flooded his brain as he abruptly ran out the door.

“May I please talk to one of your students named Anna Spelling?” he asked as he handed his card to the school receptionist.

“I’m sorry Mr.…uh…Land, but the school doesn’t permit that unless you’re a listed and approved family member,” she replied as she placed his card in a drawer.

Anthony’s tenacity was at work as he waited patiently for the last bell to ring. All he had was a hazy description, given by Paul. The little girl was blond, very pretty and wore a pink ribbon in her hair.

“Hi Anna. You ARE Anna, right?” he repeated to each little blond girl he greeted until finally, Anna Spelling smiled with wonder at the young attorney.

“Uh huh. I’m Anna. Who are you?” she asked curiously.

“I’m Anthony Land, an attorney for an injured man named Paul who says you were his only comfort when you stayed by his side after an accident. You did see the accident, right?” he asked with a thin smile as he walked the child to her bus.

"I’m not supposed to tell,” she whispered as she said goodbye and quickly climbed aboard without looking back.

Paul was filled with joy when Anthony explained the good news about his missing angel. He quickly signed a paper to authorize the attorney to represent him in the suit, but only if Anthony could convince the youngster to visit him in the hospital. He had to see the little princess to satisfy that stubborn question in his brain. “Was the little temptress real?”

While all the other law firms in town only casually searched for Paul’s witness to the accident, Anthony had succeeded. But getting her parents to relent and allow their preteen daughter to participate in a legal deposition was another matter.

“Hi, I’m Anthony Land. You can call me Tony though. May I come in, Mrs. Spelling?” Anthony asked with a cheerful tone in his voice.

“ want, Mr. Land?” Anna’s mother asked suspiciously as she hesitantly opened the door to the huge, expensive home.

“Ah Yes…ah…Mrs. Spelling. I’m here to talk about your daughter Anna and her statement to the police about witnessing an accident involving a city bus,” he explained calmly.

“How’d you find us?” she asked nervously as the strain of keeping a secret could be seen in her eyes.

“That’s not important here, but if you’re not allowing your daughter to tell the truth because you were paid money by the city to keep quiet, then you can be charged with a serious crime which could put you or your husband in jail,” Anthony continued. Tears flowed down the lady’s cheeks as she sobbed hysterically.

“I told my husband NOT to accept their offer but it was our only chance to get out of that terrible, drug-infested neighborhood,” she sobbed.

“Whoever gave you that money committed a bigger crime, Mrs. Spelling and if you're worried about having to return the money, I guarantee they won’t even accept because that would be admitting their complicity. NO! I don’t think you’ll ever hear from them and if your daughter will tell the truth, I’m sure Paul will be grateful if you know what I mean,” the attorney responded as he warmly embraced Anna’s mother, comforting and reassuring her with words of encouragement.

Little nine-year-old Anna had a secret too, but other than Paul, it would remain her secret. She remembered the pleasant tingle in her young, tender pussy as she let the old guy fondle her privates in the ambulance. She knew all about ’bad touching’ but somehow couldn’t and wouldn’t stop him from feeling under her dress. Secretly she wanted him to do that to her again. It felt different but nice when she had her first climax ever…and the sensation wasn’t forgotten. Her preteen pussy was already wet, tingling with anticipation when her mother explained the good news.

“Momma are you gonna’ come with me to meet Paul?” Anna asked as her mother dressed her in a frilly, short skirt and pretty, print blouse with the suggested ribbon in her hair. The requested clothes on the little girl were Paul’s idea.

“No sweetie. The nice attorney has agreed to take you to him,” she replied with a sense of relief after feeling ashamed to meet the injured man. Accepting a bribe to lie on the city’s behalf was a dumb idea and NOT a good lesson for her young daughter, she realized.

By now Paul was able to amble around on his cast, walking with crutches and soon to be released to go home.

“HI DARLING, MY ANGEL!” Paul cried as Anna quickly and affectionately hugged his neck. Tears of joy filled both of their eyes, inspiring a tear or two from Anthony too as he stood watching the touching, dramatic reunion. A sense of accomplishment felt good to the young, new attorney as he realized the gravity of what he had done on his FIRST client’s behalf. The lawsuit would be worth over a million he realized, and except for the corrupt city legal department, everyone wins.

Anna looked delicious as the old admired her sweet little body. His heart thumped with excitement as she sat on his bed, holding his hand while letting her skirt purposely ride above her knees. Anthony, not noticing the suggestive behavior of the child, excused himself, commenting that he would come back for Anna later to take her home.

Paul’s cock was fully erect as his angel impishly pulled on his hand, guiding it under her dress while obediently spreading her exposed thighs. Suddenly he pressed a button, automatically closing the privacy curtain around his bed and shielding his dirty deeds with an underage little girl.

“I missed you, my love,” Paul whispered as the seductive heat between Anna’s silky smooth thighs warmed his skin while pulling his hand closer to the child’s wet, panty-covered slit. Murmurs followed by sighs of sexual satisfaction filled the room as Anna reclined next to Paul, allowing him to slide a hand all the way inside of her panties while opening her legs as wide as possible. The smoothness of the girl’s soft pubic mound numbed his brain as his fingertips sampled her elusive innocence.

“OH MY!” she moaned as Paul’s hand clamped directly over her quivering, hairless slit and began to probe the depths of her incredibly tight, preteen sex. Her tiny hips suddenly began thrashing on the bed while her new friend finger fucked her little pussy into another intensely gripping orgasm.

“You want me, ?” the whispered words filled Paul’s brain like a flashback.

“What?” he whispered in reply.

“I said that you can touch me all over,” Anna answered as she suddenly reached for the lump caused by Paul’s stiff boner.

“OH GOD!” The whispered groans by Paul didn’t go unheard as Anthony, realizing what was going on behind the closed curtains, softly walked back into the room. Silently he sat down on a chair while he listened and imagined the things going on between his client and a little nine-year-old witness. YES! His client could go to prison for such behavior with an underage girl, but as his attorney, he couldn’t report him and besides, that would only ruin his lucrative case.

More sexually suggestive sounds escaped as Paul and Anna pleasured each other. Anthony to his surprise and shock felt aroused too, as he imagined the pretty little girl’s sexually appealing, young body only a few feet away. He began to wonder about touching and fondling such a delightful little school age child. Soon he was busy massaging the growing lump in HIS pants while behind the curtain, Paul groaned out loud as Anna gently massaged his swollen shaft, bringing his cock to a quaking, throbbing orgasm.

Stored up hot, thick cum shot out of his penis like an explosion, sticking to the ceiling while some of the sticky fluid fell back down to earth, landing in a spray of clumps on Anna’s head and all over the bed sheets. Glistening sperm was everywhere it seemed as both Anna and Paul laughed out loud. Anthony decided to exploit the moment of levity by opening the door to the room and closing it as if he had just arrived.

Giggles erupted from Anna’s mouth as she quickly pulled her dress down and climbed off the bed as if nothing was going on, but Paul motioned for the child to come back for a kiss and hug as he extended his arms. Then the curtains suddenly opened when she accidentally leaned on the button, permitting Anthony’s eyes to capture a peek at her tempting, cute little butt as she leaned over Paul to say goodbye.

“Something’s in your hair, honey,” Anthony whispered out of earshot of the other people in the hall as Anna walked by his side.

“! Yucky!” she responded with a twisted face as she felt the sticky substance in her hair with her fingertips.

“I know what’s in your hair and where it came from sweetie and if you wanna keep it all a secret from your mom, then you’ll have to please me too,” Anthony commented as Anna climbed into his car for the ride back to her home.

“But what do I ’ do?” she asked in a concerned tone as he buckled the seat belt around her slim waist.

“Well first off, we’ll go to my apartment so I can wash that sticky stuff out of your hair and then we’ll see,” Anthony smiled with delight as he answered Anna’s question and NOW he was about to enjoy the rare fruits of an angel’s precious little body.

The seductively smooth thighs of the adorable little girl held Anthony’s attention most of the way as he headed home. He imagined the sensation of feeling up a child’s body, treating his senses to the most forbidden places on the planet. Casually he moved his free arm towards Anna as she sat on the seat while she wondered what the man had in mind for her and what he might want of her. Although she guessed what he wanted, she hoped he wouldn’t hurt her.

She glanced at his face, assuring herself that he was a nice man and handsome too. Then her pussy tingled when she felt the warmth of Anthony’s hand on her bare thigh. Suddenly she unbuckled her seat belt and slid her little body closer as the man eased his fingertips to her sensuously soft inner thigh. Leaning back, she spread her legs, inviting her new friend to touch her most sacred of secret places, the same places that Paul touched. Yes! She liked that. She liked being fondled and molested by an adult.

Sampling the forbidden sexual delights of a child heated Anthony’s loins as he hurried little Anna into his apartment. He hoped no one noticed the underage, cute girl at his side and made a mental note to take her home after dark to avoid any nosy neighbors.

“When do I ' go home, Mr. Land?” Anna asked as Anthony began washing Paul’s semen out of her hair.

“You can call me Tony, honey, and I think we’ll have to get this pretty dress off first or it will get all wet and ruined. You can go home when I say you can, after we’re done, because your mom left that all up to me,” he replied as he helped his houseguest out of her clothes.

Anna’s sweet, fine “little girl” body felt tantalizing to his fingertips as he carefully removed her dress and placed it on the towel rack in the bathroom. His lips smacked with desire as he drank in her perfectly shaped butt and cute, nicely rounded little tummy. Without comment, he removed his own clothes then carried little Anna into his bedroom.

The child lying almost naked on his bed seemed to glow with an aura of pure, untouchable innocence. Anthony was like another person, now immoral and crossing a line of no return. His license would be history and he would never practice law again if he were ever found out. But the little doll on his bed with her smooth, alluring pristine body made him forget all the risks. He wanted her desperately after watching her with his client Paul. First he would smooth his hands over her sensuous little ass then that inviting, little girl pussy, which made his cock “steel” hard just thinking about it.

Lying next to Anna, Anthony didn’t know where to begin making love to a small child. Instinctively he kissed her on the cheek while sliding his trembling hand smoothly over her tummy until reaching the hem of her panties. Then he was off to the races, kissing her on her tiny lips while finally gliding his fingertips over the silky soft material of her underwear. Her body squirmed the second she felt his finger touch her panty-covered slit.

The sensation was beyond words Anthony thought, as he fondled his first preteen pussy.

Anna obediently opened her legs while her adult lover felt up her sex, tracing the length of her shallow slit with a fingertip while his lips locked on her tiny breast. Soon her panties were off and tossed to the floor. Anthony gazed between her legs, imagining his cock buried inside of the tightest, sweetest pussy he had ever fucked. Like a hungry beast, he began to devour and lick every inch of the child’s tender young body.

Anna cooed with delight as her lover moved his lips over her skin, licking, sucking and tasting the essence of her youth. Flinching her body, she was caught by surprise when his tongue began probing and licking her butt crack, sampling deep into her tiny, secret places where she pooped, but she was too immersed and absorbed with pleasure to protest. She never dreamed that someone could make her feel S-O-O-O nice and pleasured. The powerful sensation of such intensely fulfilling, sexual stimulation would change this little girl forever.

“OHMIGOD!” she mumbled out loud as Anthony placed his face between her open thighs. The heat from his mouth on her bare pussy lips was explosive. Her tiny cunt was soon sopping wet with her juices as she felt Anthony’s tongue inside of her vagina. “M-m-m.” More moans and grunts filled the room as Anna experienced “first time” oral sex.

Anthony slurped, drinking up all of Anna’s sexual secretions in an uncontrolled frenzy of lust. He loved her taste and he loved licking her sex but mostly, he wanted to fuck her little brains out.

“OMI! OH! GOD! Oh n-o-o-o…Mr. Land,” Anna moaned as her tiny body thrashed, arching her back and butt from the bed while her Anthony continued to eat her little pussy into a violent, climactic orgasm. It never occurred to him that a child could even experience sex like this but he felt a sense of satisfaction, watching as the cute little nymph continued to enjoy the best sensation of her young life.

Anna’s incredible beauty extended to every part of her young, sexy little body. Anthony realized this as he took a moment to admire her attractive features as she lay in wait, in total surrender and her tight little preteen pussy, ready to receive his massive, thick cock.

“OUCH! Please that hurts too much,” Anna begged as Anthony began to impale her tiny immature vagina. The warm wetness of the little girl’s pussy sent ripples of intense arousal to his brain as he continued pushing and withdrawing his swollen dick into a child’s body for the first time in his life. He was drunk with sensation. Slowly and deliberately, he eased the head of his penis into the girl while she grunted and whimpered from the painful intrusion into her tiny sex.

“OH GOD IN HEAVEN!” Anthony bellowed as the amazing sensation of fucking a young, preteen middle- bathed his adult cock with mind-numbing pleasure. The intensely rewarding feeling around his dick was addictive as he finally pushed too far.

“W-A-A-A!” Anna cried as the searing pain traveled like a bolt of lightening to her brain. “I HATE YOU!” she screamed as her tiny fists beat harmlessly on Anthony’s chest. The tip of his thick, penetrating shaft had ruptured the little girl’s hymen, tearing her innocence apart, but in the same instant, filling her little body with his seed as his balls finally exploded with a massive amount of hot, thick sperm. The ensuing orgasm was off the scale with sexual pleasure and lasted longer than any he had enjoyed in his entire life.

Anthony grinned to himself with delight as he gradually pulled his sticky, cum-covered penis from Anna’s deflowered, ravaged little body. Her labia looked swollen and reddened he noticed as he finally withdrew the head of his meat with a “plop” from the entrance to her fuck hole. He looked with concern at her pretty face, as she lay quiet now. Her tiny eyes were closed while a dreamy, sedate kind of expression had replaced the recent, angry “I HATE YOU” look.

Suddenly Anna’s eyes opened as a thin, reassuring smile slowly painted over her face. She looked freshly fucked and satiated Anthony mused. Then his recently satisfied cock rested between her open thighs, as he leaned over her face. A gentle kiss on her mouth was his way of saying “thank you for the best sex of my life.”

Anna whispered later, “I didn’t really mean it when I said I hated you.”

Anthony beamed a happy smile, feeling totally fulfilled and totally grateful for pretty nine-year-old Anna. She was his deliverance from something, he just didn’t know what. But he was changed forever and would never look at a pretty preteen’s body the same way as before. Anna sat close to him, snuggling and petting him on the seat.

To this little girl Anthony was her man; her knight in shining armor, her first heartthrob and a constant reminder of newly discovered pleasures in her young life. Her vagina was sore and leaking something between her legs but she paid no attention to this mild inconvenience as she nestled her small body closer to her new best friend.

“DAMN IT. I told you guys I'm OK and I'm ready to leave and go home!" Paul argued with his doctors and nurses when they insisted that he should stay a few more days until a newly developed swelling in his injured leg subsided. He wasn’t as concerned as they were, it seemed. But to Paul, he longed to see his little Anna again, his angel and sex toy.

Reluctantly he gave in though, because the pain from the swelling was troublesome and preventing him from walking or hobbling on his crutches. Tears like a child fell slowly down his face until he heard, “Hi Paul!” Anna’s sweet, ‘little girl’ voice was like a tonic of relief from despair. He smiled as she hugged his neck while Anthony stood near the door.

“Good news, Paul,” Anthony announced with exuberance. “ mean?” Paul replied.

‘The city has agreed to settle for two million plus your medical, but if you want, I think we can get more from a jury trial,” the attorney responded. “Tell ' three plus the medical and it’s a deal,” Paul said as he motioned for the attorney to get lost so he could spend some time with his Anna.

“Please! We can’t do that anymore,” Anna whispered as she sat on the edge of Paul’s bed.

“Why honey? Don’t you like me anymore?” he pleaded as he tried again to slide his hand under the girl’s dress. “Hey! I think I know what’s going on here. That snake of an attorney has gotten to you, hasn’t he?” Paul challenged as his angry tone made Anna uncomfortable.

“I have to go now,” she replied without defending the accusation.

Paul was beside himself with grief and rejection as he recovered from his leg injury. He struggled with the unexpected response from Anna, wondering what could have inspired her recent change of heart. Did her parents find out about her promiscuity? Did she slip up and say something? Or did that attorney scold her when he caught them together that day in his hospital room?

The truth was far from Paul’s imagination. He never could have guessed the real reason for losing his latest muse. No. Who would have thought that a child could fall in love with and become infatuated with an adult, and particularly that straight-laced, stuffy young attorney?

The final settlement of two and half million was thrilling, but Paul would never get over losing Anna. After Anthony took his share, Paul received a cool two million bucks and bought a house in the same neighborhood as Anna’s, but not knowing that he was so close to where she lived. Then a few months later and he would realize the truth about his little friend.

“Is that you, Anthony?” Paul asked with surprise as he noticed a new Mercedes drop off a familiar looking little girl almost in front of HIS house. Anthony hesitated as he sheepishly spoke.

“Uh yeah, Paul. How are you?” he asked.

“What are you doing with my Anna, you little weasel?” Paul continued with an angry scowl.

Then the words "HI, PAUL!” caught his attention as Anna hollered from across the street while an intimidated Anthony quickly drove away with a “roar” of his engine.

The surprising events of the day would finally nullify and sooth the old broken heart.

“W-e-l-l sweetie. I didn’t even know that you lived so close to me. So where is your house?”

“Oh…ah…it’s just down the block,” Anna responded as she soon realized her mistake.

“I s-e-e. So why was that snake Anthony letting you out of his car right here?”

“Cause my mom might get mad if she knew about us. Tony said so and he always lets me out here.”

“W-e-l-l angel. I think you better pay more attention to ME now because I might tell your mom all about Anthony and you’d be in some big trouble.” Paul said, leering at her.

“Come look at my new house, honey. You’re gonna’ love my new bedroom.” he invited her.

Anna hesitated for a moment. It wasn't very nice of Paul to threaten to tell her mom. Still it would be fun having TWO grown-up men to pleasure her, she thought. Tony could only see her once or twice a week, but Paul would be here every day. The little girl skipped happily up the walk and into the old new house.