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Andy had been an empty nester for some years now. Well, if you didn’t count the zoo that he had in his home at all times. He truly enjoyed fostering dogs - even if it meant being heartbroken when he had to give them away to their forever home - but it didn’t replace having his son and daughter around. Being the good father figure that he was, he made sure to support his children any way he could, video calling them often and going to his daughter’s softball games. But it really did feel like there was a person missing from their home.
The decision he and his wife came to meant giving up a lot. Andy had to give away a few of his foster dogs that were rowdier than the rest. More importantly, his wife settled to retire from her job as a cheer coach. It shocked Andy to hear that she was willing to give it up - he knew how much she loved her job after all. But she reassured him that they had plenty of money saved up from both of their jobs over the years and she wanted this just as much as him. Frankly she needed a break from such a physically demanding job at her age, and she had enjoyed the role of a mother in their children’s younger years.
So after many long discussions with his wife (as well as thinking of his own personal motivations), they started the process of fostering a child. With Trish being in her mid-fourties, neither of them were enthused with the idea of her birthing another child, so fostering seemed to be the way to go. Specifically, they were looking at long-term fostering, at least for many years if not until adulthood. After a lengthy process of paperwork and background checks, looking at eligibility and all other kinds of boring admin work, they were finally ready.
Andy and Trish sat in the living room with his wife’s laptop on the coffee table, clicking through the fostering website. Sure, he was tired from a long day of streaming, along with the weather being sweltering today even by Arizona standards. But there was no time like the present! They entered their preferences into the online form: six to eleven years old, female (his wife specifically asked for a girl, not Andy) and that was it! The rest of the matching process would be done by the fostering company. They would call up his wife if they found a suitable child and go through all the details with them, including any special needs or disabilities the child had, their personality and so on.
It took several weeks and a few phone calls, but eventually they settled upon a child: a sweet eight year old girl named Hazel with a very bubbly personality. She had a few speech impediments and learning disabilities that would require her to be sent to a school that specialised in SEN. But his wife - the absolute gem that she was - was willing to homeschool her instead. And so, once again, they began the journey of parenthood.
***
It was midnight in the sleepy household, a dim stream of light peering through the curtains from the street, and Andy awoke with a start. It took a moment for his mind to wake up, his eyes adjusting to the dark. Slowly, he twisted around and switched off the buzzing alarm from his phone underneath his pillow. He groaned and dragged his hand across his face. Was he really going to do this? Screw it, he thought. What else did God expect him to do when handed such a pretty child?
Carefully, he twisted to the other side to see his wife sleeping peacefully, lightly snoring. It was moments like this that made him realise how lucky he was to have her. Her face wore a slight frown, her lips pouted, but her delicate eyebrows and dip-dyed, tousled brunette hair looked beautiful even in the low light. He remembered with fondness the day that she coloured her hair for the first time, and how happy it made her.
Sitting up, he swung around the bed and padded around the bedroom to her nightstand. Rummaging around in the drawers, he found one of the things he was looking for - a bottle of lube. He scanned over the mess of items on top of the nightstand, then held up one of the silver blister packs of pills to his eye and nodded. She had taken her sleeping medication for the night, so he was good to go.
Each footstep towards Hazel’s bedroom was carefully placed, his weight leaning on less creaky parts of the floorboard. It wasn’t just about not waking up Hazel or his wife, he had to contend with the dogs of the house too. But after a few minutes he was there, in the pink and purple, girlish bedroom that Hazel called her own. She was splayed across the bed, with no blankets separating himself from her. All she wore was a frilly, coral pink T-shirt and the same black short shorts that he hadn’t been able to tear his eyes from over the past couple of days. Her curly brown hair was tied back in a ponytail, presumably because of the heat.
As he gazed upon Hazel’s small, sleeping body, he cast his mind back to what his daughter was like when she was younger. Arguably, she was more attractive than Hazel was, with her long flowy black hair, a slim athletic build and adorable long eyelashes. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to do anything to her back then. Partly because she was his biological daughter, but also because of his lack of courage. It didn’t help that his wife would absolutely kick him out at the first signs of pedophilia towards his daughter, and he was very well aware of that.
But he had his chance now. She was already in a perfect position for this, laying on her back as if presenting herself to him. He was already sweaty around the collar as it was, so he pulled off his T-shirt, hanging it around a chair, where he also placed the bottle of lube. He crept closer to her bed, very aware that he must look like a creep hovering over her foster daughter like this. Slowly, his hand inched towards his half-hard cock, finally grabbing it through his boxers. A low moan escaped him, his face flushed as he fully realised what he was doing. He stayed like that for a few minutes, stroking himself through his boxers and hesitant to do much more than that. But after seeing how perfectly asleep she was, he decided to make his move.
As gently as he could, he lowered his body onto her bed, wincing at every little squeak in the bed, until he was kneeling over her, her body sandwiched between his thick legs. He was sure that he looked massive above her, him and his big dad bod above such a petite child. Delicately, hands slightly trembling, he stroked her cheek then combed her hair back through his fingers. She genuinely looked beautiful, her round childish face with little curls of hair that adorned the edges. His large, manly hands touched and caressed her body down, down, until he reached her thighs. This part of her body always fascinated Andy; her thighs just looked so small, he could almost wrap his hand around her whole thigh like this. He gave it a squeeze then glanced at Hazel’s face to look at her reaction. Her head turned slightly, but nothing more than that. Good.
He took his time with her, groping at her thighs and reaching underneath her tiny T-shirt to fondle her undeveloped chest, circling around her nipples. But it wasn’t long until he was staring at those short shorts again, under which was his prize. Unhurriedly, he dragged her shorts and panties down and off, slinging them onto the chair along with his T-shirt. He grabbed the bottle of lube and smeared plenty around her tiny, hairless cunt until it was dripping with wetness. Finally, he shrugged his boxers off and lined up his hard, needy cock between her pussy lips.
Andy barely took a moment to appreciate the look of his thick cock against her tiny pussy folds before he was moving, grinding himself against her sleeping body. He groaned, imagining that she was wet because of him, that perhaps she was aroused in those dreams of hers. In his head, it didn’t matter that she was only eight years old and unable to have such desires - these were his fantasies and nothing else. Her pussy felt amazing, with his hard cock enveloped by her wet, puffy pussy lips that looked so small in comparison. The bed creaked more now, his body moving faster and his face dripping with sweat, panting with exertion and arousal.
He caught a glimpse of Hazel’s face - her eyebrows were knitted and she had a small pout on her face. His frazzled mind concluded that she was just as horny as he was, that it was a needy expression rather than her being disturbed from sleep. Perhaps she was even sensitive down there, with how his cock pressed against her tiny clit. He just loved the thought of her being just as stimulated from all of this. He continued gliding the full length of his cock back and forwards against Hazel’s little cunt, warmth building in his gut from how small, wet and warm she was.
“I bet you’d be so fucking tight, baby…” he muttered, rubbing the head of his cock against her entrance.
He imagined slipping himself inside her, feeling the small, tight walls of her pussy enclosing his cock in pure pleasure. But it wouldn’t be that easy, would it? He'd have to force his big, adult cock inch by inch inside of her. He moaned at the thought of making her struggle on his cock, of how she would whimper and whine if he even tried it. Normally he wouldn’t like the idea of hurting Hazel, but right now he was so horny that it didn’t matter. Still, he couldn’t allow himself to be that reckless. As he rocked himself against her, he fantasied about how it would feel to be inside her right now, moving inside such a tight, wet child pussy, further and further in until he could see his dick bulge from her tummy.
He gasped, his fingers clutching at the bedsheets underneath him, his cock rubbing faster and faster against her pussy until he finally came, spilling his seed all over her cunt and chest. He panted as he rode out his high, his head throbbing and his body trembling at the onslaught of pleasure. After some minutes of recovery, he sat back and took a moment to admire his work: a sweet little girl covered in his cum, still sleeping soundly.
The rest of the early morning hours were a blur. Dragging himself into the adjacent bathroom, he had grabbed some tissues and diligently cleaned Hazel up, then dressed her. He remembered gathering his belongings from her room, clumsily pulling on his boxers in his own bedroom and stumbling into bed, falling into the best sleep he had had in months. What a night to remember. He could save the regret for tomorrow.
***
It was Thursday night and Trish was tucking little Hazel into bed, pulling a soft blanket over her and giving a peck on the cheek as she wished her goodnight. As she turned to leave the bedroom, one hand already on the doorknob, she noticed something peculiar: one of Andy's T-shirts lying on the floor next to Hazel’s bed. Strange, but then again Andy wasn’t always the tidiest. She picked it up and walked across to their bedroom, then chucked it in the laundry basket. Seeing as it was nearly overflowing, she made a mental note to do the laundry tomorrow morning.
While her husband shaved his beard in the ensuite bathroom, going about his own nighttime routine, she picked up the blister pack of her sleeping meds. Huh, weird. In one of the pockets of the blister pack, there was half a pill laying inside, yet she only ever took a full pill before going to bed. Perhaps her husband had taken it? He hadn’t been complaining about sleep at all, but then again he had been very busy and possibly stressed as of late. She made another mental note to talk to him about it before they went to sleep.
For now, she swallowed down a pill and picked up her favourite fictional book from her nightstand, cosily tucking herself into the blankets. As her beloved husband sank into bed and snuggled alongside her, all felt well in the world.