Stuck in Traffic/Dilemma/The Weekend
I woke up in the morning with a stiff cock in an empty bed. I had to piss in the sink, because I couldn't get it to point down into the toilet bowl. I had a wash and brush my hair, then went in search of Ellie. I wondered what she was wearing at first, then realise she must have rooted out one of my T-shirts. She was sitting cross legged on the couch watching some cartoon on TV, so I put some toast in the toaster and asked her if she wanted cornflakes or cornflakes for breakfast. She settled for cornflakes.
After breakfast I gave her my phone and told her she needed to ring her mother. She said she didn't know the number, but I still had the piece of paper with it written on. Mum was obviously up and about, but I guess babies don't let you lay in. Of course I only heard one side of the conversation:
"Hi Mum."
"Fine."
"Yeah, cornflakes, yuck."
"John."
"Yeah, he's really nice. He promised to buy me a new dress and some knickers."
"Like a little house on wheels, in the middle of a field."
"I dunno, you want to speak to him?"
She handed the phone to me. There were lots of questions I'd like to have asked, like why did she pimp out her eight-year-old daughter for a start, but it was mostly just mundane stuff: "yes Ellie was fine. No, she was no trouble. Yes I could keep her until tomorrow." She gave me her address and I promised to deliver Ellie home in time for Sunday lunch.
I get the phone back to Ellie. "Yeah fine. Love you too," she said before hanging up.
I found Ellie's rather crumpled dress and gave it to her. "Go and get washed and dressed, we need to go shopping," I said. "You need something else to wear and I need groceries. In the supermarket we went upstairs to the children's clothes section. Ellie hunted through dresses while I picked her out a pack of three panties with "DADDY'S GIRL" on the back and a heart just above the crotch on the front. (What are these designers thinking?) She picked out a yellow sundress with a kind of elasticated top and a short flared skirt. I gave her one of the pairs of knickers she went off into the changing room to try them on.
"What would you like for dinner," I asked as we pushed the trolley up and down the aisles. She was twirling around in her new dress, but she'd seen the barbecue stored by the van, so I bought a steak for myself and some burgers and sausages.
Going shopping with a little girl was a novel experience for me. Ellie was a pretty, vivacious girl and I noticed that she attracted admiring glances from some of the men in the store, especially when she decided to do a handstand and show off her new knickers. We had lunch in the cafeteria. I had a pasty and she had a burger and chips in spite of my pointing out that we have burgers for dinner. When we got back to the van, I poured myself a beer and Ellie some of the fizzy pop we just bought and we sat outside in the sun.
"Do you really like me," Ellie said out of the blue.
"Of course I do."
"I know you like doing the sex stuff, but do you really like me?" I was going to answer but then she carried on. "Some of the men who do sex with me don't really like me, it's hard to explain but they start off all friendly and saying nice things, but then, after they finish, it's as if I don't exist any more. The worst ones are the ones who like to squirt all over my face. I hate that, when it gets in my hair and my eyes. I don't mind swallowing it…"
"Come and sit on my lap," I said, holding out a hand. She took my hand, swung around and ended up sitting sideways across my lap with her head against my chest. I put my arms around her and gave her a gentle hug. "I never met a girl like you before," I said. "That first time in the truck, that was just lust, and maybe a few times after that. But now I've got to know you better, well, if I had a daughter I wanted to be just like you." I paused for a moment. "Except the having sex with strange men thing."
"But I like sex," she said, her breath warm on my chest.
"Don't you think it's weird for men to fuck little girls?"
She sat up straight and looked me in the eye. "Mummy says that some men are built that way and it's better for them to do it with me than to pick some kid up in the park who might be scared. She says it like how some men like other men or boys, and some women like other women or girls."
I hadn't thought of it that way and said so. She stretched up and kissed me on the lips. "Am I the youngest girl you ever had," she asked when we broke off. When you said that she was, she asked what I thought about fucking really young girls. "Like toddlers," she said.
I didn't reply because I got distracted as my hand slipped up between her smooth young thighs to find her pussy. "Let's go inside," she said and wriggled off my lap. By the time I got in the van, she was naked. I noticed that she had folded her new dress on the couch before spreading out like a starfish on my bed.
I started with her toes. As I sucked on her big toe she squealed and tried to get away, but I hung on until she collapsed in a helpless heap. Then I worked my way up her legs, switching from one to another all the way up to the top of her thighs. I skipped her pussy and licked my way up over her mound, her neat little belly button and on up to her nipples.
By the time I got to her lips, my cock was nudging the entrance to her vagina. She lifted her knees and it slid right in. When I felt my balls squash against her I realised that her small body was taking all six inches of cock. As I started fucking her, I felt her legs wrap around my waist. Any thoughts of it being wrong, faded away as I slowly bought us to a mutual climax. When I had stopped pumping spunk, I rolled over with my cock still inside her and dozed off on my back with her small body sprawled out on top of me.