Four-year-old Cindy Goldman rocks her tiny, bald, pussy against Father Mac's lapping tongue. Her tiny hands hold tightly to his hair, as her spinly legs threaten to fail her. She stiffens, shudders, and sags to the bed as she experiences her first orgasm. Mac eases her down upon the mattress and coaxes her little legs wide apart. Her child pussy glistens with his saliva. The puffy lips gap open displaying her moist pink slit and the tiny erect bud of her clitoris. Mac can see the virgin baby-size fuck-hole so tiny yet so inviting.

"I want to see you tongue-fuck your little daughter" Mac tells Jim who still sits gawking at his nude little child as he slowly jacks his seven inch cock.

Jim moves his face between the child's splayed little legs. Jim's tongue reaches licks, but not her pussy, but instead he tongue-rims her tiny puckered rectum. Cindy's body stiffens at this unexpectant invasion of her little rubbery brown ring. Jim's hands slide beneath her round little bottom cupping a bun in each hand as his thumbs stretch open her warm pussylips. His tongue slides up and down tracing and retracing his daughter's moist slick baby-notch. He feels Cindy's small hands entangle in his hair. With each pass he pauses to tease her tiny erect clitoris. Cindy pulls his hair even harder as he worries her little love-button unmercifully. He slides lower attempts to push the tip of his tongue into her virgin fuckhole but with no success. Cindy's bony knees clamp to the sides of his head. She arches her little pussy upward pressing it firmly against her daddy's mouth. Her tiny hands leave her daddy's hair and press into the mattress her heels dig in also as she sways and rocks her juicy pussy against Jim's busy tongue. Then a low groan escapes her parted lips as she experiences her second orgasm.

Mac stands in front of Doctor Sarah Morgan's door. It's late. Much too late for visiting. But he needs some answers concerning the stone. How can a simple smooth stone have such power? How can it completely take control of a man's mind and turn him from a god-fearing, rational person into a raging child molester? If anyone can give him answers, Sarah surly is the one.

"Hello, Father...please come in" invites Sarah. Sarah is thirty-five-years-old, with shoulder-length blonde hair and blue eyes. She's wearing a simple matching white mid-thigh skirt and blouse. "You're out very late, Father."

"I need to talk to you, Sarah."

Sarah senses the stress in the man's voice and invites him into the living room. "Please sit down, Mac...can I get you anything?"

"No thank you." He digs into his pocket and produces the stone. "Can you tell me anything about this, Sarah?" he asks placing it in her hand.

She studies the stone for a moment before walking to a desk and pulling out a magnifying glass. "My" she says studying the tiny inscription on the stone. "where did you get this, Mac?"

"A friend-"

"You found it at the dig site-didn't you?" Sarah interrupts.

Mac gave a heavy sigh. "Yes...I did...But I don't want it, Sarah."

"Since you found it has anything unusual happened, Mac?"

"Unusual...what do you mean?"

A knowing smile plays along Sarah's lips. She giggles like a little school girl. "How many cute little school girls have you finger-fucked today, Father?"

Mac's face turns red. "I...I...don't know what to say, Sarah."

"This is an ancient Babylonian sex stone, Father...According to the legend it gives overwhelming sexual powers to whomever possesses it...the Babylonian kings used it as a means to indulge entire families into sexual orgies primarily with their little children. The so-called royal families would watch as fathers would cunt-fuck their tiny little daughters reaming their virgin little holes until they were full of hot spurting cum...their are Babylonian writings that detail these orgies and stories about the powers of the stone, which few people really believed...no one has ever found one of the stones...not until now."

"Holy Jesus" mutters Mac.

"So tell me about your day, Father? Have you been in a little girl's panties?"

"Please, Sarah...you have to understand-"

"You can tell me, Father...I do understand and would never report you."

"Jim and I molested his little daughter."

"What did you do to her?"

"We licked her."

"You ate her little pussy?"

"Yes."

"Mommy?"

Sarah turns to see her 8-year-old daughter Abby standing in the hallway. "Come here, sweetie...we have a visitor."

Mac watches the thin little child enter the room. She wears a shear thigh length white nightie. He can see the outline of her little girl panties through it.

"This is Father Mac, Abby...say hello."

"The child smiles at him. "Hello."

"Look at the pretty rock he brought, baby." Sarah hands the stone to her daughter, watches as Abby studies it turning it in her hand.

Mac's gaze is upon the child's face. He watches as her eyes turn glassy and her arms fall to her sides. The stone lands on the carpet.

Sarah steps behind her daughter brushes her fingers through the child's blonde curls. "Go stand before Father Mac and show him your cute little panties."

Trancelike, Abby moves before Mac and lifts her nightie high above her round little belly.

Mac gawks at the cute 'Dora' bikini cotton panties. He reaches presses his fingers to the warm crotch kneads the fleshy little pussy mound through the soft cotton. The child stands completely still as he strokes her little cunny. Then he pinches the sides and inches the panties down until her chubby hairless cunt is fully exposed. "Oh, Jesus, help me" he moans leaning forward and sliding his tongue up and down the bald little cunt.