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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.

Chapter 4 (Mg, ped, slow, viol)

            by Uncle Sky (with help from R. Hoisington)

I had set the alarm early so we'd have plenty of time to get ready for school. It's a good thing I did since Cheryl had other ideas about how to start the day. I woke up when the alarm sounded and slapped at it to shut it off. As I took a deep breath and tried to get my head clear I realized that my cock was being stroked by a warm little hand. I opened my eyes to see Cheryl in her usual position looking into my eyes and smiling.

"G'morning, Sam. Can we play again like yesterday?"

"Good morning, Princess. I guess we can since you seem to have already started."

She slid down and kissed the head of my cock while she continued to stroke it. I decided to try something different and pulled her legs up so we were facing in opposite directions. It was the classic sixty-nine except that she was shorter, and I had to prop my head up to reach her crotch. It took a little maneuvering, but I was finally able to place a kiss on her already moist pussy.

She was licking my cock from top to bottom when I licked her pussy. It got a nice moan from her in appreciation. I tried not to think too much about her hot mouth on my cock as I licked her slit and tasted her juices. I settled into a routine of licking and sucking with a little finger-fucking thrown in as a bonus. She was very wet, and her labia were swollen with desire. I let my tongue slip over her clit each time I stroked up through her tiny lips. It was a delicious way to start the morning and I was enjoying it immensely.

It seemed that Cheryl was having a good time as well. While I continued to work on her pussy, she was very active on my cock. Even with my mind occupied with her pleasure I still found myself ready to cum in short order. It worked out well though, as she was very excited too. She was sucking on my cock and swirling her tongue around the head as her head bounced up and down on it. I could feel the tip touch the back of her throat every now and then. She didn't gag either. She was getting to be very good at blow jobs.

I felt my orgasm getting close and warned her, but she never hesitated. I kept up my attention to her pussy and clit, groaning when I felt the tightening in my balls. Another stroke or two and I was filling her little mouth with my cum. Just then she stiffened as she reached her peak, too. She was very careful not to bite me but did stop stroking. She kept up a soft sucking as I came, and I kept up a light licking as she came.

It seemed to last a long time, but I'm sure it was only a minute or so. When we both finished she turned around and snuggled in my arms. We rested that way for a few minutes before I made my move.

"That was very nice, Princess. But we need to get moving now. We have to get you to school early so you can be registered."

"I know. But that was so much fun I don't want to move. You surprised me when you did me at the same time as I did you. I liked it. I feel good all over now."

"So do I, but no more stalling. Move that sexy little butt of yours so we can take our shower."

She groaned a little but did as I told her. We made it to the shower and went through our morning routine in preparation for her first day of school. Once we were clean and dressed I made breakfast. She tried to stall again, but I kept after her to hurry. We somehow made it out of the house on time and were on our way to her school.

When we entered the school office I found we were expected. They had been briefed and had the required forms all ready for me. After a short discussion with the principal, we were taken to Cheryl's class to meet her teacher. The other students had not arrived yet, so we had a few minutes to talk.

Because she had missed a fair amount of school it had been decided that Cheryl would start out with the last year she had completed. After they received her records from her old school and had a chance to evaluate her work, they would consider moving her up one grade. I agreed, and the teacher promised to stay in touch with me to keep me aware of Cheryl's progress and anything that needed special attention. I gave her my card with both cell and office numbers so she could call me any time.

After a hug I left Cheryl with her teacher and went back to the office to finish the paperwork.I made sure they knew that no other person was authorized to take Cheryl from school without written permission from me. I warned them that she might be picked up after school by one of my employees in a company car. Only someone in a company car would be allowed to take her. They assured me they would follow my instructions to the letter.

When all the forms were filled in the principal had a talk with me. She said the papers I had were fine for the time being, but she asked that I bring in copies of final guardianship papers when I got them. I promised to bring them as soon as possible and left for the office. I must admit I felt a little nervous leaving Cheryl there. I knew it would be okay but still felt apprehensive.

When I arrived at the office I ran into Mike. We chatted for a bit about his duties, and then he asked about Cheryl. I filled him in on my day getting her in school. He laughed and told me it gets better after a while. He had been there and done that and assured me we would both get used to the separation. It was a good thing for Cheryl to be with other kids, and she'd be happy to go to school after she made some friends.

As we were talking I had an idea. I asked him about her training at the range and her understanding of the safety rules. He said she was a better student than some of the adults he instructed. He seemed certain that she understood the importance of safety and could handle her weapon with skill.

"Mike, I wonder what you would think of me letting her have her own gun. She has had some scary times and feels afraid sometimes. I wonder if it might make her feel safer."

"Normally I'd say no, Sam. But in her case I think she can be trusted to be responsible if you impress the importance on her. She trusts you and will do anything you say."

"Thanks Mike. That little .22 is registered to the company, which means me. Box it up for me with some ammo, and I'll pick it up later. I'll give it to her tonight as a reward for doing so well in her training."

He agreed, and we went to our respective offices. I greeted Grace with the news that Cheryl was in school but would be coming in later to see her. I checked the files and reports on my desk and found the latest from the two who were watching my house. I asked Grace to let them know they were no longer needed. I put a note in each of their files that they had done well and were entitled to a performance bonus the next time they were awarded.

In spite of having plenty to do, my day dragged. I thought the time to pick up Cheryl would never arrive. Even though school was close to our house, I intended to take her to and pick her up from school every day. If I couldn't do it for some reason I'd get Grace or another employee to do it. I was concerned that she feel safe. I didn't really think there was any danger with Anderson in custody.

I picked Cheryl up and took her back to the office. She was excited about her day and talked a mile a minute all the way. When we walked into the office she started telling Grace all the same things she had told me and more. I was glad to see her so excited and happy. We didn't stay too long. I went to see Mike while Cheryl talked Grace's ear off, and then we left.

When we got home I had Cheryl change out of her school clothes while I started supper. When she came out I was surprised to see she was wearing one of her nighties. It was one that didn't hide much. My cock reacted instantly, but I ignored it as I prepared our meal.

After we ate I did the clean up while Cheryl did a little homework. When we were both done I handed her the package I had picked up from Mike. She opened it with excitement at getting a present. Her eyes got big, and she looked surprised when she saw what it was.

"Cool," she whispered under her breath.

"That is now your gun Cheryl. It's a reward for doing so well at the range. It's your responsibility. You must keep it clean and safely put away. You must never play with it. It is for use at the range or for protection only. It is not to be shown to any visitors. It is for you only. Understand?"

She nodded, and looked very serious as she replied. "Yes. Mike told me all the rules about gun safety, and I promised him I'd always follow them. I promise you too, Sam. I'll keep it in my bedside table. The drawer locks, so it'll be safe there."

We went into her room, and I watched as she loaded it and then locked it in the drawer. I was sure she would be good about it. I trusted her, and so did Mike.

We spent a little time watching tv, and then she had her nightly hot bath before we went to bed. There was no need for her to start in her own bed since I was turning in, too. We snuggled down in my bed and fell asleep in each other's arms. I was getting used to the feel of her warm body next to mine.

The next couple of weeks were pretty much the same as her first day at school. I took her to school and picked her up. We spent time at my office after school, where she did her homework with help from Grace or me. We spent our evenings at home. We continued to have oral sex but not every day. Sometimes it was in the morning, and other times it was at bed time. We even got hot one day watching a movie and did it in the living room.

I got the guardianship papers from my lawyer during that time and gave copies to the school. It turned out that Cheryl was a lot smarter than they gave her credit for. She did very well in class, and when they saw her records from her old school they moved her up to the grade she should be in for her age. It meant a little extra work for her and for me, too, but it was what she wanted. It made her feel better to be with kids her own age.

On one Saturday I took her shopping, and she nearly bankrupted me. The next Saturday we went to a movie. We had a ball, even if the screaming kids were a little much for me.

It was that evening when she sprang her next surprise on me. She asked if we could have a serious talk. I thought there was a problem. I told her I would listen to what ever she had to say.

"I want to talk about sex, Sam."

"What about it, Princess?"

"Well, when I came here I was scared because of what happened to me. I thought sex was bad, and it hurt all the time. But you showed me it could be nice. That reminded me of the times I saw Mommy having sex, and it looked like she was having fun. I want to have fun too, Sam."

"I thought you had fun when we did things now. Is there something wrong? Have I been hurting you?"

"No! That's not what I mean. I love doing stuff with you. It makes me feel real good all over. But I want to do more. I want you to fuck me like grown-ups do. Show me how it can be good and not hurt like when HE did it to me, okay? Please?"

"Then what you want is not for me to fuck you. What you want is for me to make love to you."

She frowned and asked, "Isn't that the same thing?"

"What happened to you was rape. That is always bad. There is also fucking. That can be fun with someone you like. But when you do it with someone you love, it's making love. All those things are called intercourse, but the last is the best."

"Then that's what I want. I want you to make love to me."

"I'm not sure about that, Princess. You're pretty small, and I might hurt you. I don't ever want to do that."

"Can't we try? If it hurts I could tell you to stop. Please Sam? I want you to show me it doesn't have to be bad like before."

As I realized over time, there was no way I could refuse Cheryl anything that was within my power to give her. I loved her too much to say no. She took my hand and pulled me to the bedroom.

We undressed each other, and she giggled as I swept her into my arms. I kissed her and placed her in the middle of the bed. She smiled and stretched her little arms toward me in an invitation that swept away any remaining doubts. I eased into the bed as her smile twisted into a look of need. I kissed her while caressing and stroking her face, slender limbs, and small body, following much the same procedures that I used when we had oral sex. Moments later she was wet and moaning with excitement. When I was sure she was well lubricated and ready, I wrapped my arms around her and rolled on my back, pulling her on top of me. I had her sit up with her legs spread on either side of my hips.   That put my cock at the entrance to her little pussy.

"Are you sure this is what you want, Princess?"

"I'm positive! Please, Sam? I want you inside me like a grown-up. Please do it?"

I took hold of my cock and rubbed it along her slit to get it slick, then placed it against her vaginal opening.

"Alright Princess. It's all up to you now. You're in control. Just sit down slowly, and let my cock slide into you."

She hesitated a second and then eased down. She was well lubricated, and it took only moderate pressure for the head of my cock to pop into her pussy. She gasped and stopped as she felt me inside for the first time.

"Are you okay? Does it hurt?"

"Oh, Sam! That's awesome! It doesn't hurt. It just feels so big!"

She took a deep breath and allowed her body to slip down a little more. It felt like I was in a vise. Her pussy was extremely tight and hot.

"It goes in easier if you pull up a little and then down again."

She followed my instructions and raised up a bit before her next downward push. More of my length slipped into her. She smiled and did it again. Even more of my cock was swallowed up by her hot pussy. She continued with her movements, taking me in a little more each time. After what seemed like a very long time she stopped with her widely stretched pussy lips pressed against my pubes.

"I did it! It's all the way in. Boy does it feel full in there. But it doesn't hurt, Sam. It feels nice. I like it."

She was smiling from ear to ear. I felt her pussy grabbing my cock and squeezing it. I noticed that her position was putting a strain on her pelvis, so I pulled her down on my chest. That let her legs close, and I rolled over. She was surprised by the move but didn't complain.

I supported myself on my elbows and began to slide my cock in and out of her grasping pussy. Her eyes got bigger and her mouth opened into a big "O" as she realized there was more to be felt.

"Oooo, Sam! That feels so nice. I didn't know it got better when you moved like that. Keep doing that please. It feels very good."

I kept up a slow pace. I was careful not to push in too far. I didn't want to cause her any pain. Her legs wrapped around my hips as she got into the rhythm. She started to push up as I pushed down, and we worked together as we both neared orgasm. It was a real effort for me to hold off with that tight hot pussy wrapped around my cock. I don't know how I managed, but I did. I held off until I sensed her orgasm nearing then I let go.

She was almost over the top when I started to spurt gobs of hot cum into her little pussy. When she felt the hot liquid bathe her insides her eyes opened wide again in surprise. The feeling sent her the rest of the way over, and she clamped down on my cock until I thought it would come off. I held her tight and close as we both came down. Suddenly she collapsed, and her legs dropped to the bed. I rolled off to the side and looked at her face.

She was beaming with a smile that could melt a glacier. She grabbed me and hugged me then kissed me deeply using her tongue to good advantage. It had been the best I had ever had.

"Thank you Sam. That was awesome."

Having said that she promptly went to sleep. I pulled up the covers and did the same.

One evening about a week later I was saying good night to Cheryl when she got a stricken look on her face.

"What's wrong, Princess?"

"I forgot something, and you're going to be mad at me."

"No, I won't. We all forget at times. Just tell me what it was and I'll see if I can fix it for you."

"I need a report folder for school tomorrow, but we're out. Now it's too late to get it. I'm going to be in trouble with my teacher."

"No problem. I'll just run down to the store and get you one. I'm still dressed, and it'll only take a couple of minutes. I'll leave the tv on and lock all the doors. You go to sleep and the folder will be here in the morning when you wake up."

"I'm sorry, Sam. I meant to tell you sooner."

"It's okay. You go to sleep now."

I leaned down and kissed her. She smiled and gave me a big kiss before rolling over and closing her eyes. I knew she'd be asleep before I got back.

I locked the doors and checked the windows before I left. The store was only a short drive away, and I knew I'd be back in just a few minutes.

There were very few customers in the store. I found what I needed and was in the checkout lane in about two minutes. Just as the clerk was scanning the folder my cell phone rang. I answered and reached for my wallet at the same time. I heard an unfamiliar voice on the other end.

"Sam?"

"Yes. Who's calling?"

"Never mind that. Are you home?"

I wasn't about to tell a stranger that I wasn't home with Cheryl.

"Why is that any of your business?"

"If you're not, you better get there fast. Anderson got out of jail this afternoon, and he knows who you are and where you live. He's out to get you."

I panicked. I grabbed the folder and dropped a bill on the counter, told the clerk to keep the change and ran for my car.

"Who are you and how do you know all this?"

All I heard was the "click" as he hung up. I was in the car and racing for home in an instant. I broke just about every traffic law on the books as I rushed to get to the house. I screeched to a stop in front of the house and ran towards the door. Everything looked normal. Then I heard it. A shot rang out. It was followed by two more.

My heart was in my mouth as I fumbled with my keys and pushed the door open. Cheryl was standing in the doorway of her bedroom with her gun in her hand. She was pale, and her eyes were wide as she looked at me and spoke in a tiny voice.

"I killed him. I shot him, and he's dead."

I rushed over and took her in my arms. I carefully removed the gun from her hand and took her to my room. I put her on the bed and told her to stay there while I checked her room. She didn't say a word. She just stared at the ceiling.

I went to her bedroom and looked around the door carefully in case he was still alive and armed. He was on the floor in a pool of blood. I checked for a pulse and found none. He was dead. It looked like she had hit him with all three shots. Mike would be proud of her. It was Anderson and he had a large knife in his hand. It was obvious to me that he had been about to attack Cheryl when she shot him in self defense.

I went back and sat on the bed next to Cheryl. She was still in shock. I pulled her into my arms and held her close for a few minutes as I thought about what would come next. The police would want to question her, and there would be all kinds of people in and out of the house as they investigated the killing. It would be terrifying for her. I came to a decision and started to explain it to her.

"I want you to listen carefully to me, Princess. We need to get the story about what happened all set before the police get here. You did not kill him. I did. I was out at the store, and when I got back I found him in your room with a knife. He was about to attack you, and I shot him with my gun. That .22 is registered to me, and there is no reason to tell them anything about you using it. You were asleep and didn't see anything until the shots woke you up. Understand?"

She nodded her head but still looked scared and dazed. I was sure I could get the cops to leave her alone. It looked like a simple case of breaking and entering, or possibly attempted kidnaping. I reached for the phone and dialed 911. I reported that I had shot an intruder in my home. They asked if he was breathing, and I said no. They asked me for some other information and told me not to touch anything until the officers arrived.

After I hung up I wiped the gun clean and then held it in my hand as if firing it. I made sure my prints would be clear on it. Then I placed it on my bedside table. I quickly searched Anderson for any possible mention of Cheryl or me. I found a small piece of paper with my name and address on it. There was nothing else. I made sure I hadn't left anything incriminating and then flushed the paper down the toilet.

It wasn't long before the police and ambulance arrived. The medics said he was dead, and they left. The officer in charge called it in and asked for detectives and the coroner. The rest of the night was filled with people coming and going and a lot of questions being asked over and over. In the end they seemed to accept my story. It might be partly because the detective that responded knew me. There were very few questions for Cheryl. They accepted her story of being asleep until the shots woke her up.

The final report told of an addict who had gotten out of jail and apparently went looking for something to steal for money to buy drugs. The window in the back door had been broken to gain entry. It was called a burglary gone bad, and the case was closed. They returned the gun and we locked it up. It would be a long time before Cheryl would try shooting again. Mike knew what had happened as soon as he heard which weapon had been used. We talked about it, and he agreed I had done the right thing in protecting Cheryl by saying I shot Anderson.

I kept Cheryl home from school for a couple of days so she could recover from the shock. When she showed signs of being her old self we had a talk. I asked her to tell me what had happened.

"I was almost asleep when I heard glass breaking and then someone coming in the back door. I knew it wasn't you so I unlocked the drawer and got my gun out. I held it under the covers and waited. I was real scared. Then I heard him yell,'Where are you, you little bitch? I know you're here. I've come to have some more fun like the last time. I want to pay you back for what that cocksucker friend of yours did to me.'

"I knew who it was as soon as I heard his voice. I tried to hide under the covers, but he found me. He laughed at me and said a lot of nasty things about you. Then he told me to come out and have some fun. He said he wanted me to suck his cock, and then he was going to fuck me. I looked out from under the covers and saw him getting close. He had a big knife in his hand. I knew he was going to hurt me, so I shot him. After the first shot he stood there and looked at me and then at his chest. He moved toward me again, so I shot him twice more and he fell down. I'm sorry Sam."

"You have nothing to be sorry about Princess. I promised to protect you and I didn't. It's my fault he came here to hurt you. I'm the one who should be sorry."

She still wanted to take the blame for me being out when he got there, but I told her I was sure he had been watching the house and knew when I left. If it hadn't been that night it would have been another time, and maybe it wouldn't have turned out so well. She finally accepted that we had both made mistakes, and it was over and done with. We never talked about it again.

I got a call from Rat the day after it happened. He wanted me to know he hadn't heard about Anderson getting out or he would have warned me. I asked if he had any idea who had called me. He hesitated before saying he didn't have a clue. I think he knows but was covering for someone. I told Rat to thank him if he ever found out who it was.

I checked to find out why Anderson had been released so soon after his arrest. They said he was not charged for drug possession because his lawyer claimed he was framed by whoever beat him up. There was no proof he had known about the drugs before the beating, so they let him go. I had screwed up by leaving him tied up and injured so badly.

It has been a while now since all this happened. Cheryl has recovered completely from both her original assault and the shooting. She was a little nervous about school for a while but has gotten over that. She has many friends and does well in her classes. She passed into the next grade with all her class and is doing well in her school work. She is one very smart little girl.

She still comes down to the office with me and sits with Grace. She does her homework there with help from Grace or me. She also returned to the range and practices with Mike regularly. She has passed the same qualification test that we all take. She even practices with a standard size revolver some of the time. Her own .22 is still kept in her bedside table just in case.

Cheryl gets regular check ups from "Doctor Jack" as she calls him. He tells me she is in perfect health now. I believe it. She has gained weight and is growing like a weed. Her tiny breasts are starting to show now, and I have loads of fun playing with them.

Our sex life has become more relaxed. We still make love often and play around almost every night. We shower together and she still likes to suck me off in the shower. Her ability has increased with practice. The feeling of her throat around the head of my cock when she deep throats me is mind blowing.

We still keep her room made up, but she sleeps there only when she has a friend sleep over. We have never let anyone know what we do together. It's our secret. She tells me she wants to marry me when she's old enough. I don't plan on holding her to that promise. However, if someday she decides she's ready and sure it's what she wants, then I would welcome the opportunity. That will be a few years away.

My company has doubled in size, and with all the extra work and income I've turned over the daily operations to Grace as my new Vice President of Management. Mike is now Vice President of Operations. He still runs the range but has help. The company now runs well without me. That means I have that much more time to spend with my little Princess. I have legal custody and spend a lot of time with school activities. I also give talks to the kids about safety and stranger danger and things like that.

It's a good life. I don't know how I ever got along with out Cheryl. Speaking of her, she wants me to come to bed now. I asked her to wait but her hot little mouth is doing a number on my cock right now so I better stop before I cum all over the place. Not that she would ever let that happen. She just loves to swallow all my cum. She claims it's delicious.

"I'm coming, Princess. You can stop now or my cock will be cuming too."

The end.

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