I was semi-homeless, but still scored big with a runaway!

I have had both strings of horrible luck, like being homeless, but also incredible luck, like meeting a willing preteen runaway!

A few years ago, before I somehow got lucky with a job and an apartment, I was homeless…kinda. See, I lived in weird situations back in 2016 all the way until 2022. I was homeless, then I had a place to sleep for a couple weeks, then I was homeless, rinse and repeat. Maybe I am charismatic, maybe I am Yin and Yang personified, but I got incredibly lucky in the middle of awful states of living.

This story is that concept to the fullest.

After getting kicked out for the 15th time, I made my way back onto the streets. With 124 dollars in my worn out wallet, and a bag filled with both useful and useless junk, I set out to find another place to sleep. About a quarter of my money came from begging, but the rest came from…unethical means I’ll say. I didn’t kill anybody, trust me! Well, maybe not directly, at least. They choose to take that stuff, I’m just selling it! Anyhow, this was my next objective, make some dough. I would go into shady neighborhoods, often at my own peril, and try to get some sucker to buy my stuff. I actually succeeded, made about 60 bucks, and kept on my way.

While walking through a particular neighborhood, I was scoping out the scene a little. It was a slightly better neighborhood, around the lower middle class range I’d say. Part of those unethical means I talked about earlier was taking from the more-furtunate-than-me. At the very least, I never tried to take from the dirt poor! Anyways, while I was scoping, I spotted a house that looked pretty abandoned, and what do you know? It was abandoned! I saw no for-sale sign, weirdly enough, and it looked fairly worn down, but not like “hole in the wall” bad. So I picked a lock, looked around, and yeah, it was an empty house all right. I had my spot for the time being. And with that, I had my next home for as long as I could keep it.

The next couple days went by, well, pretty normally all things considered. Made some money, bathed in a lake, stole a girls purse, you know, the usual. It was a Friday where I decided to check out early. And when I woke up, it was about 11:30 pm. I scanned the dark room, and saw nothing out of the ordinary. I sat there for awhile, just taking in the silence. But then, it wasn’t silent anymore, as I hard light footsteps in the hallway outside of the room I had settled in. I froze, “Aww shit,” I thought to myself, “I’m fucked.” I heard the footsteps gently make their way through the hall, getting closer to my door. I held my breath, and the door creaked open. I got ready to face whoever was coming in.

It…was a girl? And not just a female, an actual girl, a little girl.

She looked shocked to see me, from what I can make out in the darkness. I was wide-eyed too, surely. I broke the ice.

“Uh, hey.” How charming.

“Hi…”

“Uhh, what, uh, what you doing…here?”

“I’m, um, mad.”

“Oh. Why?”

“My mom, she made me mad, I ran away. But why are you here? Do you live here?”

“Uh, yeah…kinda.”

She looked down at the floor.

“It’s okay, though! I’m not mad that you’re here.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah! Hell, you can sleep here if you want.”

She looked up at me, a look of hope in her eyes.

That night, she would sleep in my room, and nothing happened, yet.

I woke up first, and while she slept in my sleeping bag, I got to observe her a little. She was much more pretty in the light. She had very light skin, and very light brown hair. Her hair was in a ponytail, and she had braces on. I left the house for awhile to get some breakfast burritos at a restaurant I really enjoyed. I came back, and she was up, playing on some sort of handheld console thing. While we ate, I got to learn about her a little.

She was 10 years old, and very smart, although a little sensitive. She lived in that neighborhood, and knew about the house, and didn’t think anybody lived there. Her mom grounded her for something she “found in her phone”, and just got up and left in the middle of the night. I told her about myself to, and admitted that I didn’t live there, and was just loitering. She guessed as much.

After some small talk, we got to talk a little more intimately:

“So honey…do you have a boyfriend?” I smiled a goofy smile, as it was more of a tease question.

“No!” She giggled. “But…I do kinda want one…”

“Oh really now?” I gave her a smile. “You know, to me, all girls were yucky until I turned 13.”

“Oh, why?”

“Well, that’s when I got horny,” I chuckled nervously.

“Oh, I get ‘horny’ sometimes when I look at boys.”

The gears in my head started turning. I was never much into young girls, but something just woke up in that moment.

“I see. In what way? Like when they don’t have a shirt?”

“Mmm, yeah, but whenever I see a boys…thing, I feel funny.”

“You have seen them before?”

“Yeah…on my phone, never for real though, that’s kinda what my mom saw…”

Oh, if there ever was a time…

“Well, do you want to, like, see one for real?”

She looked at me, I think she knew what was going to happen next.

“I-I do…!”

I wasted little time. I unzipped my pants and revealed my 7 inch dick to her. And she sat there, jaw on the floor.

“You like it…?”

“Um, yeah…it looks nice.”

“You can, like, touch it if you want.”

She didn’t say a word as she walked over to me. She put her hand on it, it stiffened. I instructed her how to touch it, and how to stroke it. She did so for awhile, until I needed more.

“Put your mouth on it, like in the videos you’ve seen.”

She did as she was told, and she made it feel very good even though she didn’t really know what she was doing. As she went on, she sucked it better and better and God I was in heaven in that moment. She sucked away at my cock, and I grabbed her head and thrusted up a bit as she tried to take it deeper. She gagged, of course, but she was eager.

“Is that okay?”

“Fuck it feels good baby, I love it.”

I fucked her mouth for awhile, until I got another idea. I needed her, all of her.

“Have you ever watched a guy fuck a girl? You know, like sex?”

She looked at me, a little nervously. She knew what I was getting at; “Yeah, a few times.”

“I wanna try, if you are okay with it.”

“Mmm, okay!”

She was visibly uneasy about the whole thing, but only, from my perspective, because she hadn’t done anything with her pussy before. She was more than willing to try it. So I took off the sweat pants she had on, along with the t-shirt. Standing there with just her panties made her look angelic, absolutely perfect, even. She looked like a kid, but she behaved like a pretty grown up teen. But her panties only affirmed her innocence. They were cutsie, with a cartoon frog on them. It drove me wild, I loved them, so I simply laid her down on the blanket on the floor, and pulled them to the side. I needed them on during this.

For the next few minutes, I tried to stretch her out a little. I licked my fingers and slowly pushed at her hole. I wasn’t even really in, but she was small. Real small. Real tight, as you can guess. I pushed my fingers in until I couldn’t anymore. She grimaced at first, but after a while, she was starting to enjoy it, according to her at least. She was wet alright, she was horny, but she was a 10 year old virgin. She felt some pain. I thought it was time for that moment.

I guided my dick to her opening;

“It’s gonna hurt at first baby.”

“I know…”

“Fight the pain, but let me know if it’s too much.”

I pushed in. The tip got in relatively easily. My dick is long but not super thick, which worked out great for her. I felt her wall, and gave her a nod.

“Here it comes baby..!”

I put my hands on her hips, and gave a push, and then another, and another. Half of my dick was in her pussy, tears were falling down her face, and blood was coming out of the hole. I started to slowly inch inside her. I told you her pussy was tight on my fingers, it was incredibly so on my dick! With the warmth, and the wetness, it was an incredible feeling. I felt it in my back, and down my legs. This pleasure was nothing like I ever had. I fucked her slow. She half cried and half moaned. I asked her if was feeling okay after a couple minutes, and she nodded. I picked up the pace slightly. I got my dick about 4-5 inches deep I’d estimate, and that’s all she could fit seemingly. I fucked her at a intermediate pace, and was coming close to finishing. I gave her half a dozen fast strokes, and dumped a whole orphanage in her pussy. I left it in for a bit, and slowly pulled out, her pussy still hugging my cock. Streams of cum spilled out of her pussy, she was a white and red river.

I cleaned her up best I could with the wet naps I had, and I smiled at her.

“How’d it feel, honey?”

“It kinda hurt a lot, but it felt good at the end!”

“Trust me, it will feel way better next time…”

“Can we do it again?”

“Of course babe, but uh, give me 30 minutes!” I chuckled. She laughed back.

She stayed with me the rest of that day and through the night. We would fuck two more times, and to this day, she is the best fuck I’ve ever had. She had to go back, because she didn’t want to miss school, and I waved her goodbye in the morning. I told her she can come back and check if I was here some time, but I might not be there so I apologized in advance. I ended up staying there for another two nights, and had to book it suddenly when some people came to check out the house. That’s a story for a different time. Thank you for listening!

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