The Stone Part Two of 20910

Canna, Israel - May 11, 2009 (3:10pm)
St. Mary's Elementary

M50/F30/g7/


Tom's second grade classroom is empty now. He sits quietly at his desk thinking of the events from two days previous when he had raped Eli's 11-year-old granddaughter. Legally, it would have been classified as rape, but Tom knows better. This pretty child had loved every minute of it. From his tongue lapping the sap from her juicy pussy-slit to his hard cock pounding her wet, well-stretched, hole. Not stretched by his small cock, but the cock of her grandfather and others. Yes, Eli had told him in detail how he had fucked Hanna for the first time when she was just eight. Eight! Christ! But to add to the horror, he told how he had began molesting Hanna when she was just a toddler. A 3-year-old! Yes, tonguing and fingering her little pussy-slit every chance she got, preparing her for the day he would fuck her. And then their were the others. Some were hardcore philes who Eli caught drooling over Hanna's carelessly exposed panties and these Eli approached openly offering them exactly what they wanted. Motels, secluded areas, anywhere he could conceal his vile behavior, Eli would take Hanna and the s and let them molest her. Many times Eli told how he sat in motel rooms or the front seat of a car peering over the seat watching some stranger tongue Hanna's little pussy or fuck her mouth full of hot cum. But then their were the others like Tom where Eli had actually used the stone to seduce innocent men and women to violate Hanna's willing little body.

The stone. It is there, deep in his pocket. The evil of evils. And there wasn't anything Tom could do about it. He couldn't discard it, because the stone wouldn't allow it. Not until the stone released him of its burdens, could he pass it on. Exactly like Eli has done to him. And Eli warned him. Before the stone is finished, it will turn you into a child sex lover. Before the stone, Eli wasn't a phile. He adored children, but not in a sexual way. But then an Arab man, whose hatred of Jewish people was only outweighed by his hatred of Rabbis, placed the stone in Eli's hand. Not as a gift, but as a curse that Eli had no power or will to resist. Then the Arab had taken Eli to an abandoned building where a Jewish woman and her girl-child waited both under the spell of the stone. There, Eli had willingly tongue-raped the little girl, who was no more than four or five, again and again. Then mesmerized by the stone the mother had grasped Eli's erect cock and rubbed it up and down the child's pussy until he spilled his seed on her little cunny and belly.

The sound of Kay Anderson's voice brings Father O'Malley from his fog.

"Father, were you sleeping??"

"No, daydreaming I suppose." He gathers himself and sees the young woman and her 7-year-old daughter standing in front of his desk. He casts a friendly smile at little Polly who is still clad in her uniform. A light blue jumper and white blouse. She's a little beauty. Enormous blue eyes and long, silky black hair.

"Would you mind if Polly spends the evening with you while I attend a business meeting, Father?? I know this is sudden but I really don't know anyone else to turn to...not that I can trust, you see."

Tom smiles, his gaze still fixed on the little girl. "I don't mind at all, Mrs. Anderson." Already, he's thinking how delicious her little nude body would be lying spread eagled on his small bed. Her pudgy, bald, pussy, open and completely exposed for his enjoyment.