Eight year old Gheeta had pee'd behind the bush outside number 5 lots of times; the ground floor apartment had been empty for months. She hadn't noticed that a tenant had moved in days earlier. The tenant was Edwards Cunningham, an engineer in the petro-chemical industry on a short term 3 month contract in Calcutta. The bush she squatted behind was right outside a bedroom window; the bedroom he was using as his office.
Gheeta's mom, Joshika, worked as a maid in the complex of apartments. Joshika came from a poor illiterate village family and was married off at twelve years of age to a poor subsistence farmer. Her husband had committed suicide a year earlier after defaulting on a loan to money lenders who had then taken everything they owned, including the small holding which fed them. After his death and loss of her home she had a choice between prostitution and servitude. She had two daughters to support and she had inherited her husband's debt which passed to her on his death. She counted herself lucky that she'd got work as a maid in the apartment complex that housed expatriates and wealthy locals.
Some of the apartments on the complex had private maid's quarters. The complex also had an area walled off where there was a block of 10 rooms for the use of maids who worked by the hour or day. She lived with her two daughters in a room in that block. The single room was about 3 metres square. The room had no water, no sanitation and no electricity. Water came from a single communal tap and sanitation was a single communal toilet. With 10 maids and 16 children using the same facilities; the toilets stunk.
On the day in question Gheeta was looking after her sister Chahna who was just short of her fourth birthday. She'd already been into the communal toilets that day; it was her job to empty out the bucket they used in their room. Nobody went into the communal toilets after dark, apart from the smell, there was the flies, cockroaches, rats, scorpions and the occasional snake. Just the thought of going in there made her wretch. Feeling the pressure from her bladder, she'd left little Chahna with her friend whilst she slipped out through the gate and across the garden to squat behind the bush.
Edward was sat at his desk. He saw the young girl wearing a shabby loose fitting summer dress. He noticed her looking around furtively. Secreting herself behind the bush outside his window, he watched her pull down her kickers to her ankles and squat down. Opening the window, "hey," he shouted. Gheeta's heart filled her throat as fear washed through her body. Looking to the window she saw the white man shouting at her. With her knickers around her ankles, she fell over as she tried to get to her feet and run. Edward ran to the door and caught her before she could escape. Her face was ashen and she trembled in fear. She knew that the smallest complaint would mean her mother loosing her job and they their home.
"What do you think you're doing?" asked Edward holding her fast by the arm. "I'm sorry sir, please excuse me, I'm so sorry, I thought the apartment was empty," she cried her eyes filling with tears. "Empty or not you can't use the garden as a toilet," he admonished. "I'm so sorry, please forgive me I won't do it again," she cried.
Edward's dick started to rise at the realisation of the vulnerability of the eight year olds position. He noticed her bare feet were wet; a combination of a full bladder and fear had caused her to piss herself.
"Please don't tell on me, I beg you sir, please don't report me," the little girl begged.
"What's your name?" he barked. "Please sir, Gheeta," she replied. "Come with me," said Edward. He led her into his apartment and into the toilet. "OK, let's start by using the toilet," he commanded. Gheeta stood in fear. After a few seconds it was clear that the white man wasn't going to leave her to urinate alone so she dropped her wet knickers to the floor and sat on the toilet seat. "That's it, that's how we use the toilet," instructed Edward. Kneeling before her he pushed up her shabby cotton dress and pulled apart her knees to expose her brown skinned hairless preteen pussy. Gheeta's bladder was still quite full but she was finding it difficult to pee with the white man looking at her pussy. She'd had no contact with white men; to her they were all powerful figures of wealth and authority. She didn't know if was normal for white adults to watch their kids peeing. With her thoughts racing elsewhere her urethral sphincter suddenly let go and piss spluttered from her hole. Edward's dick hardened as he watched the golden shower hiss out her preteen pussy and splash against the white porcelain.
Gheeta's flow spluttered to an end. Edward picked up her wet knickers. He noticed the skid marks on the gusset. Opening them up, he exposed the brown steaks to her. "Looks like we haven't been washing out botty properly have we," he teased. Gheeta blushed as her shame was exposed to her. Lifting her feet onto the toilet seat, her knees bent, Edward brought her cunnie and botty holes into view. He took a moment to visually explore the detail. With her legs splayed open her hairless cunnie lips had parted to exposed a paler coloured damp brown interior. Below her cunnie hole her brown puckered rosebud was wrinkled tightly closed. "OK let's see if what we can do," he told her. Gheeta was lost in a world of fear and confusion, she didn't know what was going to happen next but knew she had to do everything he said.
Edward soaped his hands in the sink. Sliding his soapy hand over her pussy he gently washed her smelly bits. Gheeta felt his finger probing at her botty hole and circle her cunnie hole as he washed her. She knew what sex was but she didn't know whether this was normal behaviour for white men. Edward recharged the soapy suds on his hand before returning to her holes. A point came when Gheeta realised that she wasn't going to get any cleaner and that the continued washing must be because he liked feeling her sex. She felt a little relief; she somehow knew that if he was getting some kind of sexual pleasure from this he was less likely to report her.
Although only eight Gheeta knew all about sex. It was difficult not to when you the whole family lives and sleeps in one room. She'd seen her mother and father having sex all her life. She'd been in the same bed when they'd had sex. Since her father had died, she'd also seen her mom with the occasional boyfriend. And, with one communal tap for bathing, and no privacy she'd seen almost every part of everyone of her neighbours and their kids. She'd also seen the kids playing sex games whilst their mom's were at work. Six months earlier she'd lost her virginity. She'd noticed a bunch of kids near the stream which separated the apartment complex from the local village. She'd gone to investigate and saw Prodna, one of the other maid's children on all fours with one village boy fucking her from behind and another at the front with his dick in her mouth. Prodna, although nearly eleven years old, was a bit simple and was known to let anybody fuck her for a few rupees. She noticed Prodna was clutching a bunch of rupee notes. When the village boys saw Gheeta they snatched her dragged her to the floor and raped her. She ran home, blood running down her legs from her broken hymen. When she told her mother that evening her mother beat her for losing her virginity, a commodity which her mother had hoped to sell.
Gheeta felt Edwards soapy finger slide inside her cunnie hole. She looked down and watched as his finger slid in and out of her hole. It felt nice. She'd rubbed herself there and her sister but she'd never quite managed to get a full orgasm. The white man's fingers were finding tingle spots she didn't know about. She was feeling quite light headed as the tingles rippled through her body. She looked up to find Edward looking into her eyes and smiling. His finger had slid past the point where any barrier might have been and was now deep into her tube and up to her cervix. "That's a good girl," he praised. Gheeta smiled back. She was starting to relax and enjoy the feeling coming from between her legs. Edward's dick was now aching; a wet patch had formed on his shorts where the pre-cum was overflowing.
Enough for now he thought, and filling the toothbrush cup with water from the sink Edward rinsed the soap from her crotch before drying her off. Holding her hand he led her to the kitchen.
"I have special treats for special friends, do you want to be my special friend?" he asked her. Gheeta nodded her head. Opening the freezer Edward took out a chocolate covered ice cream on a stick.
Holding her hand, Edward walked her back to the lounge. He sat her on the sofa and pulled her up onto his lap facing him, her legs straddling his thighs. "Do you like ice-cream?" he asked. Gheeta nodded. In fact she'd never tasted ice-cream but she'd seen it advertised on bill boards and was sure she'd like it. Edward unwrapped the treat and handed it to her. "That's what my special friends get," he told her. He watched as Gheeta tentatively brought the chocolate covered ice-cream to her lips. Her little pink tongue came out and ran up and around the sweet treat. He imagined what that little girl tongue might feel like running over his pink lollipop. Gheeta bit into the sweet chocolate ice-cream. The taste exploded in her mouth. Never had she tasted anything so good. She was so concentrated on the taste of the ice-cream, she hadn't noticed Edward's hand sliding up her thighs until his finger probed at her cunnie hole. She looked at him. He was smiling at her. Now confident she was out of trouble, she smiled back. Wanting him to commit himself further, she opened her legs wider inviting his finger to penetrate deeper into her sex. "Good girl," praised Edward as his fingers slid silently up her super smooth, super slick, tight little girl hole.
Edward explored the depths of her cunnie hole with his fingers whilst Gheeta savoured her treat. Circling the entrance to her honey pot he scooped up some juice on his finger and used it to massage her little botty hole. Gheeta looked at him, a question mark on her face. She knew that her front bottom hole was a source of curiosity for boys but never dreamed that anyone would want to touch her back botty hole. She didn't understand but she didn't care, she was out of trouble and eating the most delicious ice cream. If he liked stroking her bum hole that was fine with her.
She felt his finger enter her bum hole. Again, a question mark appeared on her face. Still confused by his attention to her smelly bum hole but ready to go along with whatever he wanted she tried to relax her bum hole and manoeuvre herself so that he could get inside.
Edward felt her trying to help him enter her. He started to entertain thoughts of fucking her. He'd always been cautious and taken it slowly with little girls but his balls were heavy and she did seem cooperative and she wasn't a virgin. He slid his angry man meat out of the leg of his shorts. Holding the shaft he wiped his pre-cum dripping knob end across her bum and cunny holes. As his knob end slipped across her slick little holes he felt the heat.
Gheeta felt the soft spongy head of his dick sliding across her holes. She wasn't sure but thought it was likely to be his dick. It felt nice as he wiped it up and down her crack. Each time it passed over her cunnie hole she felt a compulsion to squeeze it inside her. She was a little apprehensive, that last and only time she'd had a dick inside her had hurt a lot. She expected it would hurt again but something inside her wanted to feel the hot spongy hardness of man meat filling her inside.
Edward felt Gheeta shuffle her hips to catch his dick in her cunnie hole each time it passed by. One the next occasion he held it at her entrance and was amazed at how easily it slid inside. He knew that vaginas varied in size just like dicks and Gheeta's felt more like a 12 year old than an 8 year old. She was tight but his dick slid easily inside and he was able to get all of his six inches inside her (albeit that he was pushing her cervix up into her belly).
Gheeta smiled as she felt her bum settled on his balls. She knew all of his hot hard meat was inside her and it didn't hurt. Not just did to not hurt it felt so satisfying to feel stretched and full. "Good girl," Edward praised. Gheeta instinctively rocked backwards and forwards causing Edward's dick to slide up and down her tight little girl tube. It felt so good, so warm and tingly. Her head swam as the tingles rippled through her body. She was soon lost in a world or colours and flashing lights as her body took control of working her tube along Edward's pulsing pole. Every ridge and ripple on his dick massaged the nerve endings in her newly awakening love tube.
Edward cupped her small bum cheeks, his middle finger hooked into her bum hole as he worked his dick deep inside her savouring the smooth tight hold of her immature love tube. He felt her tube slicken as her juices flowed. Again he was surprised at how wet she was for her age.
Gheeta was moaning uncontrollable as her first full orgasm took her to the edge of consciousness. Just as she thought it couldn't get any better she felt his dick pulse and her tube balloon under the pressure from his hot seed erupting inside her.
Edward built up a smooth but measured rhythm as he carefully but purposely fucked her tight eight year old love tube. Her cunt sleeve was a glove fit on his dick. Every part of his dick meat was bathed and caressed by her silky soft tube. Her bum cheeks added extra sensual flavour each time they pushed down on his fat aching balls. Feeling his h=nuts bubbling, Edward pushed tight up against her cervix before drained his balls deep inside the young girl. As his dick pulsed draining his balls inside her he pulled her little face to his lips.
Gheeta felt his lips enclose hers. She'd never been kissed before. She'd never even seen an adult passionate kiss before. She had no idea what to do. She did however recognise it as a compliment. Her orgasm was fading but her body and mind still not fully recovered; she was a rag doll to his kiss.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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