Charlene - My Little Ragdoll

by Nellie of Sweden

This is a fiction story that was born in my perverted mind a few days ago. Partly true but mostly fiction. I hope you girls (and men for that matter - I know lot's of men read and like the stories at Lezlita) will like it. The girl, however exists in real life. About ten years ago she lived in the house across the playground from me. And the part about the bicycle is also true. But... I didn't forget the lights on in my car and she never came to my home. The parts about her being molested by her foster father (or what I should call him) is also true but didn't happen to the same girl. So here it is! Hope you like it!

When I was in my thirties, I fell madly in love with a little girl who lived in the house across the yard from me. There is a parking place and a children's playground between our houses, and it was at the playground I first laid eyes on her. My guess was that she was about eight years old and probably didn't come from the best of families. It was summer when she first appeared at the playground and she was there almost any hour of the day. She was short and skinny but her face told me she was a bit older than her size. She almost always looked a bit dirty wearing old clothes and shoes. Probably inherited from an older sister or relative or bought in a second hand store. In my mind I named her Charlene, my little ragdoll. She used to ride an adult sized women's bicycle and that was also old and worn. Not that she actually rode it so often but she used to stand with one foot on each side of the frame watching the smaller kids play in the sand.

One day when I got home from work she was standing just like that and I noticed that she seemed to be miles away. She was there but her mind wasn't. Then I noticed that she was moving the bike back and forth rhythmically and suddenly I understood what she was doing. She was masturbating! Out in the open.

She pushed the bike forward slowly but hard when she pushed it back and I saw how the frame hit her crotch and her face revealed how much she enjoyed that. My body reacted immediately and I hurried to my door, giving Charlene my sweetest smile when passing her. She looked up at me with a naughty looking face as if she knew that I understood what she was doing and she liked to shock people a little.

Up in my apartment I peaked at her from the kitchen window and she was still pushing the bike against her sex. Suddenly she leaned her head back and closed her eyes pressing the bike hard against her. I was completely sure she was having an orgasm.

Then suddenly she looked up at my window and smiled. I blushed, feeling caught although she couldn't possibly see me. But somehow she knew I was looking because she waved her little hand and smiled again before she disappeared into the house where she lived.

I had lots and lots of things to do but right then I just had to do something about the burning itch in my pussy. I threw myself on my bed and released myself from my jeans and panties and started to rub my pussy closing my eyes and dreaming of Charlene's little hands on my needing body. After my third orgasm I felt a little more in balance and got up to fix me something to eat. I had a salad and some nice fresh baked French baguettes and a glass of my favourite red wine. Time to get some of the work done that I had promised my boss to do during the weekend so I sat down at my computer and got started.

For about three hours I was quite efficient and when I looked at my old clock it was almost nine so I decided to have a bath and then go to bed with a good book. Most of my work was now done so I thought that I deserved to have a little moment of peace and quiet. I poured myself another glass of Jacob's Creek and went into my bedroom to take my clothes off before getting in the tub.

The water was nice and warm and I sat myself down with a happy little sigh. I sipped my wine and ran my hands over my body thinking that it wasn't to bad after all. I liked my body and still do. I was slightly over 30 and my body was still young. My boobies were nice and firm and I hadn't put on any extra weight since I left school. I gently touched my pussy and closed my eyes to dream of something nice while caressing myself to another orgasm.

Then the disaster happened! I heard my door open. Oh, my God, I thought, I must have forgotten to lock it because I was so horny when I came home. What if it was a crazy rapist? Or a murderer....

I was scared stiff when I suddenly heard a soft, light voice.

"Lady! Hello... Lady with the blue SAAB! Lady, where are you?"

It was her! It was Charlene-my little ragdoll. I don't know HOW I could know that but I knew.

"What do you want?" I yelled. "I'm in the bath."

Then her little dirty face suddenly appeared in the door. She giggled.

"Oh, sorry," she said. "I didn't know...."

For some reason that I still don't understand I yelled at her again.

"What's wrong with you? You can't just walk into other people's homes like that."

She looked down on her dirty worn out shoes and started to cry.

"I'm sorry," she sniveled. "Please don't beat me up. I'll never do it again.... I just wanted to tell you that the lights on your car were on."

I wanted to sink through the earth and disappear, that's how ashamed I was.

"No, no, no," I said. "Don't be sorry! It's me who should apologize. Please forgive me! Off course I wouldn't hurt you in any way."

She looked up and seemed reassured I wouldn't harm her.

"Thank you," she said. "And please don't tell Anita.... or else SHE will beat me up. Or her boyfriend Tony... He likes to beat me up."

"Who is Anita?" I said. "I don't know her so I couldn't tell even if I wanted to! And I don't! Stop worrying, you'll be alright."

She told me that her mother was in prison for drug dealing and Anita was her mother's friend who had shared an apartment with them. So she was staying with Anita and Tony for the time being.

"OK," I said. "Maybe you and I could be friends. Do they know where you are?"

She shook her head. "Naaah, I haven't seen either of them since Wednesday night. They were gone when I woke up yesterday."

I looked at her and smiled.

"I bet you're rather hungry," I said.

She nodded her head eagerly.

"I'll tell you what," I said. "If you get out of here for a few minutes while I wash my hair and put something on I'll fix you something. On one condition of course..."

"What?"

"That you tell me your name and age! I'm Nelly and I'm 32!"

The ragdoll smiled a very sweet smile showing surprisingly white teeth.

"My name is Carola," she said.

"Oh, like the famous singer," I said.

"Mmm... and I'm nine years old."

So Charlene, my little ragdoll actually was Carola, my little ragdoll. She left and I finished my bath with a quick shower and then put my bathrobe on. She was sitting in the kitchen.

"Well Carola, do you like pizza? I know the man who owns the pizza shop nearby and I bet he gives me a good prize if I ask him."

She smiled and wiped the tears off from her cheeks.

"I love pizza," she said. "But we don't have pizza very often at home 'cause Anita and Tony never have any money."

"What do you like on your pizza?" I asked.

"Shrimps... ham... mushrooms... anything!"

"OK, I'll go and call him now. And.... I think you need a shower. There's time to do that before the pizzas arrive. There are clean towels in the bathroom."

She looked down at her feet again.

"I don't have any clean clothes to put on," she said.

"OK, I'm sure I have something that you can borrow," I said. "Now, go clean yourself up!"

"Miss Nelly... or is it Mrs?"

"It's just Nelly, honey. What do you want?"

"Would you help me? I mean with my hair and my back. Tony and Anita always do that."

I tried hard not to show my joy over that question.

"If you want me to," I said trying to look as normal as possible.

I ordered the pizzas and then went into my bedroom to find some clothes for her. I found a pair of panties, shorts and a T-shirt that had shrunk in the washing machine and brought them with me to the bathroom. Carola was standing there only in her panties. They probably had been white but now they looked more grey. Dirty and worn out like everything else she was wearing.

"Why haven't you gotten started?" I asked.

"You said you'd help," Carola said looking a little ashamed.

"Yes but... You've managed to take all your clothes off except your panties. Why aren't you in the tub?"

She looked down again looking even more ashamed.

"I'm not allowed to," she said. "Tony always takes them off of me. He gets angry if I'm already naked when he comes in."

I started to get a picture of that Tony-character. I began to understand he probably was molesting her some way. Probably both physically and sexually. I tried to keep my voice in a calm tone.

"Oh, he does, does he! I see... But now you're at Nellie's place and I won't be angry with you. So get naked and get in the tub. Please!"

I added the word "please" to make her feel a little more safe. Carola quickly took her dirty panties off and I put all her clothes -if you can call those rags clothes- in the washing machine.

"OK," I said with a little laugh. "Let's get you cleaned up before the pizza-boy gets here. He is a real cutie! Do you like cute boys?"

Carola didn't answer, she looked at her feet again and I tried to make a joke.

"You look at your feet a lot, don't you?" I said. "Is it because you think they're cute or what?"

She giggled.

"Mum says they're cute," she said. "But I don't think so. I think I'm ugly all over. Tony says I'm ugly all the time."

I couldn't help feeling sorry for her. I gently stroke her left cheek and smiled at her.

"Tony should have his eyes checked if he can't see that you're a really cute little girl with cute feet. You are very pretty, Carola! Don't let anyone make you think that you're ugly 'cause you're not!"

She smiled a little shy smile and her eyes sparkled.

"You're nice," she said. "But I knew you were from the first time I saw you. I saw it in your eyes. You look at me the same way Mum always did!"

I wondered deep inside if she really could know what I was thinking about when I looked at her or if her mother maybe even was like me.

I washed her hair and then she faced the wall with her hands on it, standing up with legs apart. I took soap on my hands and started to wash her back and her shoulders. Carola just stood there letting me wash her skinny little body. I gently rubbed her bony shoulders and suddenly my hands went their own way, down on her flat chest and tickling her little pink nipples with my fingers.

"Mmm... that feels good," Carola said. "Just like when Mummy does it. Your hands are just as soft as hers."

I went back to washing her back and soon I gave in to my lust for the little ragdoll again and let my hands slide down on her firm little ass cheeks. When she felt my hands cupping them she gave out a little sigh and I somehow knew she liked it. She liked it a lot because she moved her little ass closer to me and moved her feet apart even more. Then I heard her trembling voice.

"Yessss... wash me more, Nellie! Please! Clean me up real good."

At that point I was sure this little girl was no virgin. She probably had a mother who had taught her about physical pleasures. And a man who wasn't quite as nice to her. I felt as if she invited me to touch her, to caress her and maybe even to make love to her. I gently stroked my middle finger between her buttocks and she hissed as I touched her little anus. So I did it again and Carola changed her position and made my finger enter her little ass. My soapy finger slid inside her quite easily and Carola moaned loudly.

"Oh, yessss.... please, don't stop! You're just as good as Mum."

My legs were shaking, my hands were shaking, my entire body was shaking and my panties were soaking wet from washing little Carola inside out.

Then... the doorbell rang and interrupted my abuse (according to Swedish law, anyway) of the little ragdoll. I came to my senses and stopped what I was doing.

"That'll be our pizzas," I said and went to open the door.

It was the pizza man. I paid him and want back to the bathroom.

"OK, sweetheart," I said. "Rinse off that soap and get those clothes on and a pizza will be waiting for you in the kitchen."

My old clothes looked a bit loose on her skinny little body when she came into the kitchen with wet hair and rosy cheeks. She ate with an appetite that I had never seen before and when she was finished I only had managed to eat maybe a third of my pizza. I pushed it over to her.

"Here! You can have mine too! I'm full already."

To my big surprise she ate even my pizza. I wondered what she did with all that food in that little body.

But when she'd swallowed the last bit she burped.

"Oh, sorry, didn't mean to....," she said looking ashamed again.

I couldn't help laughing.

"It's OK! You were really hungry, weren't you?"

"Yes... there wasn't much to eat at our place. I had the last of the corn flakes yesterday morning and the last piece of bread for lunch yesterday. So... thank you for giving me food!"

I took her little hand in mine and smiled at her.

"You're welcome," I said. "And you're also welcome to stay the night if you want to."

"Can I? Really?"

"Yes! Unless that Anita and Tony hasn't come home..."

She looked out the window on the house where she lived.

"It's still dark at home," she said. "Tony would be at the computer if they were home and we would see that from here."

It was almost 10 PM so I decided to keep her over night and contact the authorities the next morning and make them find somewhere else for Carola to live. Somewhere she would be cared for properly.

"OK, Carola," I said. "You can have my bed and I'll sleep on the couch. I often do anyway so it's OK."

Suddenly, for no visible reason, she started to cry. I got up and went over to her taking her in my arms.

"Baby, what's wrong?" I said in a worried tone of voice. "Did I say or do something wrong?"

She shook her head but didn't say anything for a long while. I sat down on the chair and took her in my arms, letting her sit on my lap and cry on my shoulder until she was finished. Then she started to explain.

"Sorry Nellie, I couldn't help it! I didn't cry 'cause I was sad or anything. I cried from relief. You're so nice to me and I'm not used to that..."

"Oh, baby," was all I could say. "Oh, baby!"

I hugged her and held her so close I could feel her heart beating and she hugged me back not saying a single word. We sat like that for at least 15 minutes before Carola was ready to speak again.

"I know that... I hardly know you but still you're nicer to me than anyone has been since my mum was taken by the police. She is innocent, you know. The drugs they found didn't belong to her, it was Anita's and Tony's. But... the cops didn't believe her. She used to be an addict herself but she gave it up when she was expecting me and hasn't used either drugs or alcohol since I was born. Oh God, I miss her so much!"

I stroke her hair with my hands and gave her another soft hug.

"It sounds as if you and your mum are very close," I said.

"I'm all she's got! And she is all I have... But now I don't have her anymore.."

"But she'll be back," I said. "And I'm sure she misses you just as much as you miss her."

"Yeah... she does! I'm afraid she can't sleep at night 'cause she is used to have me there. Mum doesn't like to sleep alone... And neither do I! But I don't like to sleep with Anita and Tony either... Tony hurts me."

"What does he do to you?" I said.

Carola looked down again.

"That's a secret. I'm not allowed to tell. If I do....."

Her silence was answer enough.

"Have you tried to tell Anita?" I asked.

"She knows... and she says I have to bear with it. She says men can't help themselves when their needs get the better of them.

Inside I was boiling with anger against that shit hole of a man molesting this sweet little child.

"He rapes you, doesn't he?" I said. "You can tell me, I won't let him hurt you ever again. Even if it means I have to take you in here with me for good! I promise!"

"`Cross your heart and hope to die?"

I nodded my head yes.

"`Cross my heart and hope to die," I said. "You can trust me, darling!"

Carola smiled a little and looked at me.

"Darling?"

I realized that maybe I had used a word that was a bit too strong..

"Sorry, Carola! I have no right to call you darling but that was the way I felt so it just slipped out of my mouth."

"You can call me darling all you want," she said with a big smile. "Mummy does all the time. Especially when she wants a kiss!"

I laughed.

"Well, I wouldn't dream of asking for a kiss! We hardly know each other."

"Nellie..."

"Yes, what do you want?"

"You said we hardly know each other. But... I feel as if I had known you all my life. I mean... I'm sitting on your lap and normally I don't do that with someone I don't know very well."

"I feel exactly the same way," I said. "Almost as if we were meant to be together somehow..."

She leaned her head against my shoulder and grabbed my hair and held it to her face.

"You smell so nice," she said. "It's a mummy-like smell and I like that!"

"You smell really nice as well," I answered.

"Nellie...."

"Yes."

"Would you.... would you like to kiss me? I feel just as good as if I was in my mum's arms and I sort of feel like kissing."

I almost couldn't believe what my ears heard.

"I would love to kiss you," I said. "But are you really sure you want that? `Cause as I said, we hardly know each other!"

"Yes, I'm sure."

She turned her face to me and moving in closer I saw her opening her mouth. My heart sang with joy and happiness and I thanked God for sending this little darling girl into my home and into my arms. She was used to French kissing and she was very good at it. We kissed and kissed and our tongues danced together in her mouth and in mine.

Just as many other women, I have a sort of connection between my pussy and my mouth and I almost immediately became soaking wet again from kissing Carola. When we finally broke the kissing for a bit she looked at me with her pretty blue eyes and smiled.

"Nellie.... I really like you! Please don't sleep on the couch! I want to be in the same bed with you. I want you to.... to make love to me like Mummy used to do. You are a lesbian as well, I know! I can tell! I don't know how but I always know when I meet women who like little girls."

"You're so right," I whispered with a smile. "I am a lesbian and I have a special wanting for very young girls like you. But are you sure...?"

Carola slowly slid down from my lap and on her feet on the floor. Then she hugged me again and our mouths found each other in a new kiss. Suddenly I felt a little hand slipping inside my pink bathrobe finding my left breast, caressing it gently. She smiled at me again.

"Do you mind me touching you?" she asked with a slightly worried face.

"No baby, touch all you want," I said. "I love it!"

Any woman who has been caressed by a little skinny 9-year-old girl's soft hands knows what I mean when I say it's a very special feeling. Carola took my hand and pulled me up.

"Come on," she said with a little smile. "Let's find your bed and get naked. Make love to me, Nellie! Please make love to me!"

In my fantasy I already had seduced her several times in different ways but this way I had never thought it would be. I hadn't seduced her. If anyone had been seduced it was me! I followed her to my bedroom.

But then I took command, lifted her up and threw her on her back in my bed. Carola laughed.

"Stay there," I said while I started to do a little strip dance for her.

She looked and smiled while I let my bathrobe fall to the floor followed by my bra. I kept my panties on hoping she would want to take them off from me. I threw myself down beside her and kissed her once more.

"Now it's your turn," I said. "Strip for me! Dance for me like I did for you!"

Carola giggled while she got on her feet and started to dance. Item by item was thrown on the floor and when she was in only her panties she came back to bed with me. I pulled her up lying on top of me and we started to kiss again. Carola was a great kisser but I was anxious to kiss her somewhere else. I wanted to explore her little girl pussy with my tongue. I slipped my hand inside her panties squeezing her firm ass cheeks with my tongue deep inside her willing mouth and she was moaning already. I loved the feeling of her skinny but soft little body against mine and could no longer resist ripping her panties off.

"Get up, baby," I whispered. "Get up and sit on my face! I want to eat that sweet little pussy of yours and I want it now! Come and fuck my mouth."

Giggling she did as I asked but the giggling stopped as I started licking and sucking her hairless little child cunt. Soon she started to ride my face as if I was a horse. Moaning and shivering she fucked my mouth till she climaxed. She had an orgasm that was much more intense than I thought was possible for a girl her age. But obviously she was very well trained.

With some creativity we managed to get into 69-position even though she was so much shorter. But if there's a will there's a way! And we both were extremely willing. I kept eating her lovely little pink pussy for what seemed like an eternity and she gladly welcomed my fingers inside her as well. Her pussy was very tight, she only could take one finger but that was quite enough for me. I love the feeling of having a finger inside a child's pussy, feeling the tightness and her pulse inside her. We both had orgasm after orgasm and the air in my bedroom smelled from hot pussy.

It was past midnight when we finally felt too exhausted to go on. Carola went to sleep in half a second but I had to relax a little first. So I got up, took my robe on again and went to the kitchen. I looked through the window to see if Anita and Tony were back but the apartment was still dark. So I poured myself another glass of wine and sat down with the newspaper.

Then suddenly I remembered why Carola had come in the first place. To tell me that I had forgotten the lights on in my car. I looked out again and saw that my car was completely dark. The battery was dead.

But who cares about such trivial things when they have a naked, horny little nine-year-old in their bed, just waiting to be awakened by my tender kisses...