The next morning my 8th-grade class was interrupted when the principal cracked open the door and beckoned me into the hallway.

He looked grim. "Anderson, we've got a... situation. Come with me. Tucker, here, will take your class."

My mouth went dry and I fought to maintain composure. The walk to the principal's office felt like a Last Mile walk to the execution chamber. Omigod. Had the kid talked?

Sure enough, the little 7-year-old girl sat glumly in the outer office as we entered the principal's inner office to find the kid's second-grade teacher pacing the room. She turned to look at me, frowning, her face as solemn as his. My jaw clenched in terror. Omigod, what had I been thinking? Had I just earned a 20-year relationship with "Bubba" in a local prison, in return for a 20-second orgasm inside a small child? My knees went weak and my thundering pulse pounded in my ears.

"Mark, Amy's mom has been in a car accident," her teacher said. "It's not life-threatening, but she'll be in the hospital for a few days..."

The wild panic that numbed my brain began to subside as she talked, and her words finally began to sink in. There were no nearby relatives, she said, and no close friends because they'd recently moved here. So the Social Services agency would send someone late this afternoon. The child was too upset to stay in school. Someone had to drive her home and wait for the official government-issue babysitter.

"I volunteered, but Amy went into a tantrum," she said. "Hysterical. She refused to ride with me. I'm sorry, I don't know why, but she insisted that you drive her home. Do you mind? It'll only be a couple hours before the Social Services person comes."

My dazed brain literally ached with relief as I walked to the car, the little girl toddling along beside me. Today she wore the same denim skirt with a slightly faded Power Puff Girls t-shirt, and gleaming white knee socks that looked brand new, as did her shiny black strap shoes.

"Amy, did you tell anyone about the... the things we did yesterday? The... the games we played?" I asked as calmly as I could, gripping the wheel with white knuckles as I drove.

"Huh? Wha' games, Mister Anderson?" the kid said.

Thank god. Maybe she'd forgotten all about our wild afternoon of sweaty, grunting kiddie sex. Or, if not, she didn't think it important enough to mention.

The child's home was disheveled, not surprising for a single, working mom. The furniture upholstery was worn. The place smelled of cigarette smoke and cheap air freshener.

I brushed a doll and a tabloid newspaper aside to sit on the sofa and clicked on the TV. Finding nothing of interest, I tuned to a children's show and Amy plopped down on the floor to watch, happily kicking her little feet in the air.

Damn, why did the kid have to wear those knee socks and little Mary Jane shoes? Pale, skinny legs in knee socks are as arousing to a pedophile as a naked set of double-D hooters are to some men. My dick twitched in my pants as I gazed at the little girl and remembered the glorious moment when I ejaculated balls-deep inside her sweet little pussy yesterday. Yet I dared not do anything now, since the Social Services woman would be here soon.

The child squirmed and shrieked with giggles at some stupid antics on screen, parting her skinny thighs just enough for me to see that she wore pale blue panties with a repeating pattern of little cartoon kittens. They were old and baggy, and there was a ragged hole at the loose crotch, no doubt caused by the kid's obsessive masturbation.

"Amy, come sit with me, honey," I said, patting my thigh. I knew I couldn't get all hot & heavy with the randy little kid, but just fondling her 7-year-old body would be all the stimulation I'd need to go finish myself in the bathroom, and relieve my mounting tension before the official babysitter arrived.

The little girl gleefully clambered up to straddle my right knee and I noticed she was chewing a wad of gum. I shifted to lift the back of her skirt out of the way so the rising lump in my pants was pressed against the child's soft panty bottom.

Giggling and happily smacking her gum, the little kid was oblivious as I gently caressed her plump tummy and flat chest. My dick throbbed at the warmth of her tiny butt cheeks and the intoxicatingly childish smells of her bubble gum and shampoo.

My fingers traced slow circles around the tiny bumps beneath the cartoon characters on her faded t-shirt. The child cooed and began hunching herself on my thigh, as I did against her soft little bottom.

Few things, to my mind, are more erotic than the sights and sounds of a sexually aroused child. With her complete lack of inhibition, the mentally challenged little girl naively indulged my fetish, panting happily as she masturbated herself on my leg and watched the TV.

I reached beneath the t-shirt to clasp the child's thin, bony chest, sighing as my fingers felt the soft warmth of her flesh. The little girl moaned and hunched faster as I gently rolled her tiny, stiff nipples with my fingertips, teasing her to higher levels of arousal.

I silently prayed for the doorbell not to ring just yet. The kid's panties were soaked through, now, and I could feel the slick warmth soaking through my trouser leg as she squeezed her skinny thighs and ground herself excitedly on my thigh. Occasionally she'd giggle hysterically at some antics on the TV, then resume panting and hunching.

As though moving with a will of its own, my hand slowly crept down the child's soft tummy, to cup her tiny belly button. "Here, honey, let me help you..." I croaked, hoarsely, as my trembling hand slipped beneath the waistband of her skirt and dipped into her panties.

The little girl jerked, then collapsed back against my chest, panting happily as my finger slipped between her now gooey little sex lips. "Omigod..." I whispered into her hair as I lifted the denim skirt hem to savor the obscene sight of my hand slowly working beneath a 7-year-old child's little cartoon kiddie panties, and the deliciously depraved sensation of my wet fingertip teasing the mouth of her drooling little hole.

The kid's matchstick-thin legs went limp, she gurgled happily, brought her fist to her face and began moaning and sucking on her thumb as I gently masturbated her excited little pussy. Panting with lust, I reached up to pull her thumb from her mouth and replace it with my own. "S- suck it, little baby," I gasped, groaning aloud at the sweet sensation as her tiny, wet tongue curled around my thumb. My fevered brain reeled, and it almost felt as if my thumb was as engorged as my penis as the oblivious child began hungrily licking and sucking it.

"a- a- a- a-MMMMMMMMmmmmm..." the little girl groaned on my thumb as I hunched myself into her soft bottom and smeared her slick sexual arousal all over her tiny cunt lips. Her gauzy eyballs rolled in her head and she kicked her limp, stumpy legs in joy as I masturbated her.

I teased my fingertip between the wet little lips to stroke the sensitized pink flesh of her inner labia and the child huffed loudly, began grinding her tiny hips and sucking urgently on my wet thumb, "Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph! MMMMMMMmmph!" as the warm saliva bubbled out to dribble down her chin.

My dick jerked and throbbed, and I drooled pre-cum in my trousers as I savored the shockingly obscene sensation of blatantly molesting a small child as she moaned and sucked greedily on my thumb. The slick warmth now puddled in my underwear made me shudder, and I suddenly realized how embarrassing it would be to greet the Social Services woman with a greasy semen stain at my crotch. I had to finish the child quickly and bolt for the bathroom before I came in my pants.

I dipped my fingertip into her drooling little hole to scoop up the warm sex goo and slather it all over her stiff little clitoris, and began teasing it with my fingertip. Her eyes shot wide open, then rolled white in her head as she spat out my thumb and began urgently bucking herself toward orgasm, urgently grunting "Aaaawww, yeah yeah yeah yeah," frantically grinding herself into my teasing finger and kicking her legs.

The telephone suddenly blasted the room with sound, the ringer obviously set to maximum. The unexpected shock bounced my butt an inch off the chair. I froze in panic, then quickly jerked my hand out of the child's wet panties. Someone had to answer, or there would be trouble.

I dumped the limp kid onto the sofa and strode across the room to grab the phone, my stiff dick aching painfully in my pants.

"Yes?" I said in what I hoped was a fairly normal sounding voice. The Social Services woman was calling to confirm the address, and the time of her arrival on Saturday.

I swallowed hard to stifle my surprise, calmly confirmed the arrangements and hung up the phone. Saturday? TOMORROW?!? Omigod, they'd gotten the date wrong! My mind reeled and my swollen penis jerked in my pants as I considered this new situation.

I turned to find the child sitting on the sofa, her legs spread obscenely, staring blankly at the TV as her little hand worked in her panties, to finish the job I'd started.

"Amy, you sit right there, okay? I'll be right back," I said, suddenly realizing my stay would be longer than anticipated and I hadn't locked my car. And this wasn't what you'd call an upscale neighborhood. The kid glanced up and me and nodded, still idly masturbating herself.

She was still at it when I returned, sitting on the sofa sucking her thumb and blankly watching a cartoon show on TV as her hand moved jerkily in her little panties.

Tingles of nervousness and anticipation stirred deep in the pit of my stomach as I locked the door behind me and drew the curtains over all the windows. I cupped the heavy erection in my pants, my pupils dilating with lust as I gazed down at the oblivious little 7-year-old drooling on her thumb as she masturbated.

"Oh, that looks like fun, Amy," I smiled down at the child as I unzipped my fly and tugged out my throbbing dick. "Does it feel good when you do that?" The kid looked up at me with a blank gaze, nodding and masturbating herself.

"Let's do it together, okay, Amy?" I grinned, openly stroking my stiff penis as I gazed down at the child. The kid nodded vaguely, then turned her face back to watch the television and resumed her naively nasty show, her skinny legs spread widely beneath the denim skirt bunched up around her waist.

The sheer erotic thrill of watching the little 7-year-old obliviously masturbating herself made me ache to come immediately, but I knew I had 24 hours alone with her now, and I wanted to savor every moment.

I knelt before the child, blocking her view of the TV. "Can I watch you do that, Amy?" I cooed, reaching to hook my thumbs in the waistband of her panties. "Can I pull down your pretty panties, so I can see, honey?"

The kid shrugged and mumbled "Uh-huh." My stiff dick jerked and drooled on the floor as I watched myself tug the little cartoon kiddie panties down her soft, milky thighs to expose her wet finger wiggling in her tiny vulva. I tugged the panties down to her ankles, then clasped her knobby knees to spread them widely apart.

"Here, let me help you, Amy," I cooed, brushing aside her hand and reaching to stroke her pudgy little pussy lips with my finger. The kid's arm went limp, flopped down on the sofa cushion, and she leaned back and closed her eyes to enjoy my fingers.

"Look, Amy... look what I'm doing to you," I whispered as my finger dipped between the fat little lips to stroke the warm goo puddled between them. "Look, I'm touching you... touching your little pussy, Amy... I've always wanted to touch a little girl's pussy... Look, isn't that naughty, Amy?"

The kid giggled merrily, nodded and craned her head down to watch with a gauzy, stupid grin, her little tongue lolling between her gapped teeth as I rolled her tiny cunt lips between my fingers.

"You like for me to touch you like this, Amy?" I breathed, my voice catching as I watched my finger dip into the warm, juicy little cleft to stroke the slick, tender flesh inside. "Uh-huh! Dafeel good!" the kid nodded, grinning stupidly as she watched me manipulate her stimulated little sex.

I spread the fat lips apart and teased my fingertip at the mouth of her drooling hole to make her giggle and squirm. "Now, watch, Amy... watch where my finger goes," I whispered in a husky voice as I slowly pushed it up inside. "See, my finger is going up inside your little pussy, isn't that nasty, Amy?"

"K-heh, k-heh, k-heh!" the child giggled, her pigtails bouncing as she nodded and watched my finger slowly disappear.

"Ooo, look, Amy, my finger is *all* the way up inside you now," I murmured, putting on a happy face to distract her as I crooked and twisted my finger in the slick depths of her little cunt.

The whoop-whoop of an emergency vehicle outside made my head swivel and my gut clench, until it quickly receded in the distance. The momentary interruption seemed to emphasize the shockingly disgusting thing I was doing. When I turned back I nearly ejaculated on the floor at the sight of the oblivious little kid grinning happily and eagerly watching my finger working deep inside her little vagina.

"Oooo, look... I'm... finger fucking you, Amy! That's *really* nasty, isn't it?" I panted as I slowly drew my wet finger out and wiggled it back inside. "In... and out... in... and out..." I chanted, wrapping my free hand around my throbbing dick to stroke it as I watched my dripping finger plunge and withdraw.

"K-heh, k-heh, k-heh!" the kid giggled. "In an out, in an out! Finger fuckee, finger fuckee! K-heh, k-heh, k-heh!" she gleefully chanted, spreading her stumpy legs more widely to watch.

"Omighod, s- such a n- NASTY little girl," I huffed under my breath as my dick drooled a long runnel of pre-cum into my hand. Overwhelmed with lust, I scooped up her slight body in my arms and collapsed on the sofa again with her in my lap. The sight of my finger working in the depths of her sex, her little cartoon panties bunched around her ankles made my tongue swell and my mouth dry.

Unable to stop myself, I curled her little hand around my throbbing dick. "T- touch it, Amy... feel it," I panted, stroking her tiny fingers up and down the wet shaft as I finger fucked her. "Little Amy feels so... GOOD inside... little Amy is going to be so warm and tight for Daddy's big dick..."

The little girl's merry grin faded and her lips parted as she stared at the stiff thing in her hand, her little fingers curiously exploring the heavily veined shaft. "It makes me feel funny when I touch it," she whispered to the fat dick head.

"That's because I'm a boy and you're a girl, Amy. Boys and girls get very excited when they touch each other like this," I explained hoarsely, watching the fascinated child fondling the heavy penis in her little hand. "Doesn't it make you want to feel this big dick inside your little pussy, Amy?"

"Uh... uh-huh," the uncomprehending kid just nodded at the penis, her eyes dimming as she traced her tiny fingers down the bulging blue veins, completely unaware that her developing little body was instinctively responding to the stimulation of touching an erect male sexual organ.

"It makes you want Daddy to fuck you with it, doesn't it, Amy?" I panted down at the oblivious child. "It makes you want to feel inside there, where my finger is now, doesn't it, baby girl?"

The confused little kid had no idea of the meaning of my words, but her body involuntarily responded. Her tummy began to quiver, and her free hand moved to her crotch, to rub her stiff little clit. "It... it f- feels funny when I t- touch it," she gasped.

"Oh, yeah, that's it, Amy... touch it. You want that big dick, don't you, little girl?"

"Yeah... yeah... yeah..." the oblivious kid just panted, staring intently at the drooling dick head, squeezing and stroking the wet shaft as her finger frenziedly masturbated her throbbing clit.

Shaking with lust, I wiggled a second finger up inside the child's quivering little hole. "You want that big thing inside you, like this, fucking you, Amy, fucking you, like this, baby girl?" I panted, twisting and curling my fingers to stimulate the sensitive flesh inside her yearning little fuck hole.

"Y- yeah, l- like that, fu... fu... fu..." The little kid's eyes fluttered closed, she squeezed my dick painfully, thrust her skinny hips forward to impale herself on my fingers and tumbled into orgasm, frantically bucking, jerking and grunting, snot dripping from her nostrils until the heaving contractions subsided.

The shuddering child finally collapsed against my chest, gasping and weakly shoving at my hand to extract my wet fingers from her still contracting little hole.

"I got all finished!" she announced proudly, beaming a weak, gap-toothed grin up at me, then slumped back against my chest, panting and kicking her little legs happily.

"Yes, yes you did, good girl!" I grinned down at her. "Did that feel good, Amy?" The kid just giggled and nodded up at me, her slimed little pussy lips gleaming in the soft afternoon light, her flat chest heaving, saliva dribbling down her chin, hair matted with sweat.

I sat beside the little girl on the sofa, stroking her pigtails, my dick dripping in my lap. "Amy? Amy, do you remember the nice lady I said would come over to babysit you?" The kid turned to look at me with dull eyes and a perplexed expression, shaking her head. Of course her memory-challenged brain had forgotten all about it.

"Well, Amy, the nice lady can't come today. That means you and I can be all alone together, all night long," I whispered, my fingers nearly encircling the child's enticingly skinny thigh. "Won't that be fun?"

"Uh-huh," the kid nodded, vaguely, turning back to the TV, her mouth curling into a stupid grin and giggling as a cartoon cat whacked a mangy dog with a skillet.

Engrossed by the show, the little girl just sat there watching TV as my hand moved beneath her skirt between her little matchstick legs. "We'll be all alone together, so we can play very private games no one will know about, Amy," I whispered as my fingers caressed the tender flesh of the child's inner thigh. "Very nasty little games. Won't that be fun, Amy?"

"Uh-huh," the kid absently nodded, engrossed in the stupid cartoon show. I slipped my hand beneath her t-shirt to caress her babyfat tummy. "I can take off Amy's little panties, and feel her little pussy, and do all kinds of nasty things to little Amy," I murmured, dipping my hand down to cup the tender flesh of her crotch.

"And... and you're gonna let me use you, aren't you, Amy," I whispered into the child's hair. "You're gonna let me use this juicy little pussy again, aren't you, baby?" I panted into the oblivious child's hair, my nostrils quivering at the childish smell of her bubblegum-scented shampoo as I languidly fingered the soft, babyfat little vulva. .

The cartoon show faded to a commercial and the kid turned to face me. "Huh? What, Mister Anderson?" she mumbled.

"I said, um... I said let's play a game, okay? Let's play House. "I'll be the Daddy, and you... you can be the... you can play Daddy's little girl, okay?" I grinned down at her, my dick twitching with anticipation as I fondled her little pussy. "We can go to your room to play, okay, Amy?"

The child nodded, jerked up her panties and I followed as she clacked down the hall in her little Mary Jane shoes. Her bedroom was small and cluttered with discarded clothing and plush toys. The pink Barbie bedspread made my nostrils flare as I anticipated the nasty kiddie sex I was about to enjoy in little tyke's bed.

The child sat on the bed, kicking her little shoes, as I rummaged through her closet. "Let's get you all dressed up to play House, Amy," I smiled, handing her a pale green baby-doll dress with daffodils printed on the thin cotton.

"But thass a old dress," the kid mumbled. "I useta wear that when I was five."

I persuaded her and swallowed hard as the little girl stood up to tug off her t-shirt and drop her denim skirt to the floor. "But I dunno how to play House," the kid complained as she buttoned up the little dress. "I don't got a Daddy, only a Mommy."

"Th- that's okay, Amy, I'll show you," I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest. The little dress barely reached the crotch of the child's panties. She did, indeed, look only five years old in that too-small dress and her little white knee socks. She was a perfect pedophile poster child. Her homely face with a dull, vacant expression was just icing on the delicious bit of cake.

"I'll be right back, Amy, and then we can start the game," I told her. "Now, remember, sweetie, we're going to pretend I'm your daddy. you've got to call me Daddy from now on, okay?" The kid nodded solemnly as I left the room to go make sure the front and back doors were securely locked.

When I returned the little kid was bouncing on the bed, squealing with glee. "Look, Daddy, I'm a bouncy bunny!" she squealed, leaping and cavorting, the small baby-doll dress billowing up to expose her wet little kitty panties.

"Oh, yeah, what a silly bouncy bunny," I said, stroking the ruddy dick protruding from my pants as I quietly closed the bedroom door. "Show Daddy how high you can bounce, silly bunny!" I told her, while kicking off my shoes and unfastening my belt. The kid cackled with laughter and bounced harder as I slowly stripped naked and stood watching her, stroking the stiff penis in my hand.

"Mmmm, Daddy's little fucky bunny looks so cute in her little play dress," I said, stepping closer to the bed and openly masturbating myself before the happily playing child. "Little fucky bunny makes Daddy's dick all big and hard!"

"Heh, heh, heh, I'm a fucky bunny! I'm a fucky bunny!" the kid sang tunelessly, pounding the bed with her little shoes and waving her stumpy arms with glee.

"Oh, watch out, Amy, Daddy's going to catch his little fucky bunny," I leered, lunging forward to snatch her out of the air and into my arms. "Mmmmm, Daddy wants to do very nasty things to this cute little fuck bunny," I whispered, fondling the child's tiny bottom as she shrieked with giggles. "Daddy wants to do things grownups are never, ever supposed to do with... with little girls, okay, Amy?" I whispered.

"N'kay, Daddy!" the kid nodded, her pigtails bouncing as she gasped in my ear from the exertion of her exuberant play. I moaned and plastered my mouth to hers, kissing her deeply, my tongue swelling at the childish taste of sweet bubble gum in her mouth. Her little shoes bumped against my knees and I could feel my rigid dick dripping as I stroked my tongue in the gummy gap between her baby teeth and kneaded the tender flesh of her bottom beneath the thin cotton dress.

I dumped the kid on the bed, jerked up her dress and knelt to give her a loud, wet raspberry on her fat little tummy, which elicited shrieks and giggles. I reached down to fondle her knee socks as I slowly spread her stumpy legs and bent down to inhale the musky aroma of the child's panty crotch, soaked through with sweat and female sexual arousal.

I noticed a ratty teddybear lying on the bed and inspiration struck. I grabbed it, pulled the little girl to a sitting position on the edge of the bed and stood before her, pressing the plush toy's back to my abdomen, with my rigid dick protruding from between its furry legs.

"Look, Amy, Mister Teddybear has a big dick, just like me!" I grinned down at her, wagging the thing toward the child's face. She pointed her stumpy finger at it, clapped her hand to her mouth and shrieked in hysterical giggles, kicking her little shoes against the bed. "Kh- heee-he-he, Teddy got a DICK! Hehehehehehe..."

"I bet you can't catch it, Amy!" I said, pulling back so the head of my dick disappeared between the furry legs, then thrusting it toward the little girl. The kid clumsily tried to grab at it and cackled with laughter as the wet penis slipped from her grasp each time I withdrew.

The child's stubby fingers were all slimy with pre-cum now, and I began rhythmically thrusting between the teddybear's legs, panting as I masturbated myself into the giggling kid's wet, grasping little fingers.

"Teddy is winning the game, Amy! You can't c- catch it, can you?" I gasped, gritting my teeth with pedosexual lust as I fucked myself into the child's warm fists. After a dozen or two thrusts I stopped to let the little kid grasp my dick in both hands.

"I got it, I got it!" she squealed, squeezing hard and giggling at her accomplishment. "Y- yeah, Amy, you won," I gasped, watching another bead of slimy pre-cum drip down to stain the front of the child's dress.

"Okay, Amy, you won, you can let go now," I panted. "Now we're going to play a harder game. This time you have to sit on your hands, and catch it with your MOUTH, okay, Amy?"

The kid shrieked with laughter and tucked her little hands beneath her bottom as told. She bent forward and began snapping at my stiff dick as I wagged it back and forth, wetly slapping against her cheeks and soft little lips. "Heh, heh, heh, heh, goMMMMMMMMMM!" she giggled as she finally captured the thing firmly between her wet lips.

Muffled by the engorged dick in her mouth, the kid's gleeful giggles sounded like, "Khoomph, khoomp, khoomph!" as my penis squeezed past her crooked teeth and into her warm little mouth.

With a supreme effort of will I pulled my dick out of the kid's slurping mouth and began wagging it again, slapping it playfully against her cheeks. "Good girl, Amy, t- tease Daddy... tease Daddy with your little mouth," I panted under my breath, watching the child's tiny, wet tongue flashing in the air as she snapped at my bouncing dick. She giggled and I groaned each time she caught it in her mouth, until I couldn't stand it any longer.

"G-g-g-goMMMMMMMMMM!" the kid said as I hunched forward and let her suck the thing in, for the grand climax of the game.

"Oh, g- good girl, GOOD girl, Amy won!" I groaned, my dick quivering in her mouth at the sensation of her soft little tongue and the delicious vibrations of her stifled giggles. "Oh, g- god, suck it, baby... s- SUCK IT!" I gasped, curling my hand around the back of her head and urging the thing deeper into her little mouth as my vison blurred on the brink of climax.

"Khoomph, khoomp, p-TEH, eeew!" the kid squealed, spitting out the wet dick and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Eeeew, Dick leaked somethin' in my mouf, an' it tastes bad!" she giggled, wrinkling up her little nose.

"C- come on, Amy, put it back in, please? T- teddy will be very sad if you don't. Teddy really, really needs to... to do it in your mouth," I gasped, wiggling the little plush toy and trying to smile as my wet dick jerked and throbbed in the cool air.

"No, dat stuff tastes bad!" the kid announced, then playfully clamped her little lips together to emphasize her point.

Panting and sweating with desperate lust, I dashed to the kitchen, found a jar of grape jelly and jammed my dick into it, leaving a slimy puddle of pre-cum floating in the jar. I dashed back to the bedroom and held my naked dick in my hand, not bothering to use the teddybear as camouflage this time.

"C- come on, Amy, t- taste it now, sweetie," I gasped, stroking my purple dick head against the child's tightly clasped lips. "Now it tastes like a sweet jelly sandwich!"

The little kid giggled at this, bent forward and flicked out her tongue. She smacked her lips a couple times and thought it over as my throbbing dick dribbled onto her lips.

"C- come on, little fucky bunny, open wide, say Ahhhh," I gasped, my ragged voice trembling with lust. "Suck it, Amy... suck it for Daddy, like a good little girl..."

"K-heh, heh, heh," the kid giggled, then closed her eyes, threw open her mouth widely. "Ahhhhhh...gggommmmmm..." she said as the bulging dick head plugged her open mouth.

I shivered at the first sensation of the child's warm tongue, her soft, rubbery lips stretching to swallow the bulging head. I held my breath, shaking with anticipation.

"g-g-g-god yeah..." I hissed as I felt the thing scrape past the child's crooked teeth and into the slimy warmth of her little mouth. My eyes bulged as I stroked the kid's pigtails and stared wide-eyed at the thick penis penetrating her tightly stretched lips.

"G- good girl, that's good... now... s- suck on it, honey," I gasped. "Lick it with your tongue, baby... just poke your little tongue in and out, okay? No, no, that's too fast, Amy, do it Very, very slowly..."

The kid did as she was told, her tiny, kittenish tongue slowly thrusting and withdrawing, stimulating the sensitive underside of my dick. My balls tightened and my hands shook on the child's head as I watched the saliva drooling from her slimy lips.

"Th- that's it, Amy, s- suck it v- very, very slowly..." I whispered, even my ears tumescent at the obscene sounds of the child's wet slurping. The ridiculous quacks and honks of the childish cartoon show in the background seemed to emphasize the depravity of the act as the little girl obliviously sucked my dick.

"Amy, look at me, honey," I whispered, tilting her chin up slightly. "Look up at Daddy while you suck it." My dick throbbed in the child's mouth as she gazed up at me with her dull, brown eyes and quietly slurped at the thing.

"Good girl, g- good little girl," I panted, stroking the child's hair as she slurped at the sticky penis in her mouth. "Daddy's big dick tastes better now, doesn't it, Amy?"

"Mmmm-hmmmm," the slurping child slowly nodded. The nodding motion and the sweet vibration of her voice on my quivering penis made my balls tighten and my knees nearly buckle under me.

I reached down to slip my hand beneath the little dress, to feel the tiny, childish nipple bumps beneath. The child's eyes dimmed and she said, "mmmmmmmmm" as her wet mouth tightened around the quivering dick in her mouth.

The gentle humming she made as I teased her bare little niplets with my fingers rippled down my dick, which oozed a warm puddle of pre-cum into her sucking little mouth.

On the brink of orgasm, I reached farther down, between her stumpy legs, to slip my hand down inside her little panties. "Oh, num, num, num, nummmmmmMMMMMMMMMM," the kid moaned loudly, gobbling another inch of penis into her mouth, reflexively sucking and chewing on it with her tiny teeth as my finger gently rolled and teased her slimy clitoris.

"Ohmygod, yes, little baby, y- you're j- just about to... to win the g- game," I gasped, my knees shaking as I curled my free hand around the child's head, tilting her chin up to gaze into her little face. The little girl was off in Never-Never land, now, her eyes gauzy and languidly rolling in her head, completely oblivious to the rigid penis bloating her cheeks as I pleasured her tiny pussy with my finger.

Watching the oblivious little 7-year-old rolling her eyes as she unconsciously gobbled and sucked was just about the most disgustingly erotic thing I'd ever seen. I suddenly realized that I had to stop. I knew the imminent explosion was going one of the most intense I'd ever had. The long pent-up spunk was going to blast straight down her throat, and gush from her little nostrils, and I didn't want to drown the little kid.

So I had to stop... had to... but I couldn't, transfixed by her bulging cheeks, and the long strands of warm pre-cum and saliva dripping from her tightly stretched lips. My aching prostate suddenly clenched, hard, quivering on the brink of ecstasy. I lurched past the point of no return, which overwhelmed my resolve to spare the little tyke from the uncontrollable volcanic eruption just about to flood her mouth, her throat, her little nasal cavities.

Unable to stop myself, I slipped my finger up inside her gooey little hole, gently stroking and wiggling it inside her to maintain her enthusiasm.

"Oh, MMMMMM! MMMMMM! MMMMMM!" the kid groaned, and began bucking her tiny hips and loudly grunting on the thing in her mouth like a little piglet in heat. "Snork! Snork! Snork! S-s-s-s-snooooooork!" she grunted wildly, dribbles of snot beginning to drip from her nostrils as she frantically sucked and gobbled at the dripping penis in her mouth.

I gripped one little pigtail, grimaced and tried to pull the thing out, to come on her face, or in her hair, but I just couldn't. I wanted that wet, slurping little mouth like I'd never wanted anything in my life. My knees buckled and I curled my hand around the back of her small head, to pull her nose into my damp pubic hair, and feel her crooked little teeth chewing greedily at the base of my dick.

"O...g- GHOD, little baby, Daddy's gonna... d- dammit, Daddy can't h- HELP it, I'm s- sorry, ghod," I babbled, gripping the kid's head with tensed fingers as my eyelids fluttered shut in anticipation of the sweet release.

"Snork! Snork! Snork!" the oblivious kid grunted, frantically chewing and gobbling and idly brushing back one pigtail. My aching prostate clenched. "Ogod, little baby... oh, here it... here it c-comes.... I croaked in a strangled voice, my grip tightening on her head. "Here c- comes D- Daddy..."

BRRRRRRRRAAPP-BRAAAP! BRRRRRRRRAAPP-BRAAAP!

The telephone. The fucking TELEPHONE! Again! Shit! Shit! Shit!

I sucked my aching penis out of the child's mouth and my wiggling finger out of her little hole, and dashed to the living room to snatch up the phone before the voicemail answered.

My heart hammered in my chest, my engorged penis frantically jerking in the cool air as I fought to quell my desperate panting before speaking. "Hello? Y- yes, I'm Mark Anderson, from the Jeunefille School. Oh, hello, Mrs. Bovine. Yes, Amy's doing fine," I reassured the woman as my frustrated dick bounced and dripped on the floor. "No, Social Services hasn't arrived, but someone is on the way now," I lied. "She called about half an hour ago. Everything's arranged."

"Wh- what? Oh... oh, sure. Hold on, I'll get her."

I shuddered at the dreaded question. My swollen penis instantly deflated in abject fear of what the child might say to her mother as I went to retrieve her. The little dress rode up to expose her baggy panty crotch as she held the phone in both wet little hands. The grape jelly smeared over her lips looked like the garish lipstick of a well used 7-year-old prostitute, her chin gleaming with saliva and my pre-cum enhanced the effect.

"Hi, Mommy. No. Yeah. Uh-huh, he's a nice man. Well, we watched TV for a while, an' now we're playin' a game."

My pulse thundered in my ears, and I prayed silently during the long pause that followed. "Yeah, I had lunch at school," the kid finally said into the phone. "I dunno, Mommy, I forgot. No, I won't. Uh-huh. N'kay, Mommy. Bye-bye."

I exhaled for the first time as the child handed me the sticky phone. I listened in a semi-daze, my now-limp dick dripping on the floor, as the woman explained. She'd been given heavy pain medication, would be asleep soon, and asked me to pass along some instructions to the Social Services woman when she arrived.

Amy is developmentally immature for her age, she said. Severely memory-impaired, can't remember things from day to day, has to be reminded about even simple tasks, like brushing her teeth and dressing properly. Has a habit of, as she put it, "touching herself." Doctors say not to scold her for it, or say it's bad; just ignore her and let her do it, except in public.

When I hung up my knees were shaking with relief and terror, and the little girl was sitting in a chair staring at the children's show on TV. I fell heavily into the adjacent sofa, trying to regain my composure.

Jesus H. Christ, what the fuck am I doing, I thought, glancing down at the shriveled penis in my lap that seemed to mock me. So what if the kid would remember nothing the next day about being sexually molested by a pedophile. I need to get a grip. I need to go jerk off in the bathroom, call the Social Services people back and get the hell out of here before I land in jail for the rest of my life.

My eyes dully focused on the TV. The cartoon show was over; this was apparently a sitcom. The little girl was oblivious to my nakedness, sitting back in the chair and watching TV with vacant eyes and a slack mouth, her little shoes dangling inches from the floor. On screen, a child about her age was talking to her Daddy, who sat in a chair reading a newspaper.

"Daddy, do you think I'm pretty?" the little actress said, tugging at his sleeve to get the man's attention. "Do you think I'm too fat?"

The distracted man just nodded, the kid said, "What? You think I'm fat?" The laugh track kicked in as the scene faded to a soft-drink commercial and a macro closeup of a child's moist, pouty lips sucking on a wet soda straw. Despite my shame and fear, my limp dick twitched at the sight, and the memory that minutes before I'd been just a heartbeat away from ejaculating down the throat of the little 7-year-old sitting across from me.

Amy suddenly turned to face me. "Do you think I'm pretty, Mister Anderson?"

"Huh? Uh... oh, yeah, Amy," I lied, trying to manage a smile as I gazed into her homely little face. She was breathing through her mouth, her hair disheveled from my desperate head grip as I'd uncontrollably fucked her little mouth. "You're a very pretty girl."

She clambered off the chair and stood facing me, hands clasped behind her back and pouting. "You don't think I'm too fat?" she said. "No, honey," I said in a tight voice, staring at the little wet spot in the panty crotch exposed by the too-short baby-doll dress.

"Yes, you do," the kid pouted, jerking the hem of her dress up to expose her pale tummy. "You think I'm fat." My cheeks flushed and I crossed my legs to conceal my thickening erection by trapping it between my thighs as I gazed at the child's pouting face and unintentionally provocative pose.

My lofty ideals of a moment ago evaporated as my aching penis and throbbing prostate reminded me how much I needed the relief I'd been denied in the child's warm mouth when the phone rang.

"Well, honey, some men really like little girls your age with flat chests and fat little tummies," I said, my own words further stimulating the erection throbbing between my thighs. "You're just as cute as that little girl on the TV show. I'll bet you could be a model."

She poked out her lower lip and sulked. "Naw, you're just makin' fun of me. I dunno how to do that," she said, looking down and scuffing her little shoe on the floor.

"Sure you can, sweetie. I'll show you. Just put your hands on your head, and pout at me like you're real mad, and push your little tummy out as far as you can, okay?"

The kid stretched her arms up, put on her most sulky expression and poked her tummy out at me as directed. The motion stretched the dress fabric tightly across her bony frame to emphasize her completely flat chest. I stared at the four slimy stains where pre-cum and saliva had dripped into the fabric of her little dress and my hand reached down to extract my swollen penis from between my thighs.

"That's good, Amy, very good. Now pull up your dress for me, and show me how fat you can make your little tummy. And... and open your mouth, and lick your lips like a naughty little girl."

The little girl lifted her dress hem up to her sternum, opened her mouth and awkwardly lashed her little tongue across her crooked teeth and the smeared, sticky grape jelly. Her protruding tummy nudged her baggy panties down farther, exposing one plump pussy lip.

"Mmmm, that's very sexy, Amy," I smiled at the child, openly stroking my stiff dick as I stared at the child's moist, sagging panty crotch. "See how excited you're making me?"

The kid awkwardly swiveled her bony hips with delight and pride. She grinned as she looked down to watch me masturbate, though she had no clue what it meant. I spread my thighs to give her a better view, squeezed out a slimy bubble of pre-cum and sighed with pleasure as I stroked the warm liquid down the length of the rigid shaft.

"Amy, do you want to really tease Daddy? Unbutton your dress top, honey. Show Daddy your tiny little titties."

"But I don't got titties, yet, Mister Anderson," the kid pouted as she fumbled with the buttons.

"I know, sweetie, that's what makes Daddy so excited," I breathed, fondling the stiff dick in my lap as she peeled open the dress to reveal her tiny, infantile nipples. "Daddy likes very little girls, just like you." The kid grinned broadly at this and poked out her bare, flat chest proudly.

"Oh, that's nice, you look so cute in your little play dress," I smiled. "But why don't you take if off for me, honey, to get Daddy even more excited, okay?" I whispered. I licked my dry lips at the kid's naively provocative strip tease act, like so many I'd seen on child model web sites, with one difference. While looking at the others, I'd always had to relieve myself in my hand. This little one was going to let me... oh, god, I shuddered at the thought.

The kid awkwardly climbed out of the dress, tossed it on the floor and grinned proudly at me, naked now except for her little panties, knee socks and Mary Jane shoes. "Oh, that's good, little Amy is almost all naked for Daddy," I whispered, staring at her babyfat tummy and the childish cartoon kittens on her tiny panties.

"Now I'll show you what real models do, okay, Amy? Now, tug your panties down just a teeny bit, so Daddy can see your little pee-pee, okay? And then stretch your arms up behind your head and wiggle your tummy, like you're dancing for me."

My breathing deepened as the little 7-year-old tugged her panties down, thrust her flat chest and bare little pussy toward me and awkwardly swayed her hips, the baggy crotch of her kiddie panties swaying as she moved.

"G- good, Amy. You're doing very well, honey," I panted. "Now, take off your little panties and lie down on the floor for me okay?" The kid giggled and complied.

"No, honey, put your feet toward me, and then spread your legs real wide apart, okay? And then... reach down with both hands and spread your little pee-pee open for me."

"K-heh, heh, heh, like this?" the kid giggled as she peeled open the little hole.

"Y-yeah, just like that, Amy," I breathed, stroking the wet penis in my hand. "And now look up at me Amy, and say 'Do me, Daddy,' okay?"

"Huh? Do what? Whass that mean?"

"It means, ah... to be nice to you. You want me to be nice to you, don't you Amy? If so, you have to ask me very, very nicely, okay?"

The kid flashed her gap-toothed grin at me, nodding. "Do me, Daddy!" She grinned, holding open her pink little hole with stumpy fingers.

"Y- yeah, that's it baby, but... but ask nicely, okay? Say pretty please. And... and move your little bottom around on the floor like you're dancing, but very slowly, okay?

My gut tightened and I drooled pre-cum as the little girl slowly ground her pale crotch at me, saying, "Please do me, Daddy... pretty please? Please do me," in her childishly high-pitched voice as I gazed with dimmed eyes at the juicy little pink hole she displayed.

"G- god, that's good, Amy, so... so f- fucking nasty," I whispered hoarsely. "Tease Daddy with your little pussy. You're making Daddy want to f- fuck it, Amy. See how b- big and hard you're making Daddy's dick?"

The kid grinned broadly as she stared at the wet dick in my hand, and I wished for a moment that her stunted brain weren't so utterly lacking a sense of shame. It would have been so much more erotic if the kid had some sense of the depravity of her actions, if she'd shyly blushed, or bit her lip in shame and embarrassment as she displayed her little pussy to a sweating pedophile.

"Are you excited, too, Amy? Do you feel all wet and juicy up inside your little pee-pee, honey?" I gasped, stroking my dick and staring at the little pink hole winking at me.

"Huh? I dunno, Mister Anderson," the kid mumbled, confused.

"F- feel it, Amy. Push your finger up inside your little hole and feel it, honey," I whispered.

The little girl reached down and stuffed her index finger up inside, biting her lip in concentration as she wiggled it deep inside her vagina. After a moment she jerked it out and held the wet finger up to examine it, glistening with her slick vaginal mucous.

"Yeah, it's all wet in there, Mister Anderson," she nodded, holding the slimy finger up for me to see. "Is that good? Is it 'sposed to be wet in there?"

"G- god, yes, baby, little Amy is all warm and juicy inside for Daddy... oh, little Amy is going to make Daddy so, so happy," I blurted, dropping my throbbing dick to tug the little girl close to me, cupping and fondling her tiny bottom in one hand, which made her giggle.

"Why are you touchin' my bottom like that, Mister Anderson?" she giggled, her wet lips pressed against my cheek.

"That's because Daddy is a pedophile, honey," I whispered to the uncomprehending child as I squeezed and fondled the tender flesh of her tiny butt cheeks. "It makes Daddy very excited to touch little girls like you. To feel your little baby bottom... your little baby nipples... your... your little baby pussy," I panted, dipping a finger between her pudgy sex lips.

"But I'm not a baby, Mister Anderson, I'm awready seven an a haf," the kid pouted, and my tensed balls clenched at her words.

"Oh, I know, Amy is a big girl," I croaked, stroking my thick finger in the warm goo puddled between her tiny sex lips. "Little Amy is seven years old, just the right age to make Daddy all... all h- hot and horny for Amy's little body," I panted in the child's ear.

"Heh, heh, heh, what's horny mean, Mister Anderson?" the kid giggled. "It... it means, um... happy, Amy. Call me Daddy, honey, remember?" I whispered, fondling the child's little pussy and licking her face with the flat of my tongue.

"N'kay, Daddy," the child giggled, squirming and snuggling into me as I licked and fondled her body. "Are we still playin' House, Daddy?"

"No, baby, let's play a different game," I whispered, lifting my dick and pulling the little girl close so the sensitive underside of the thing pressed into the soft flesh of her tummy.

"Amy?" I gasped in the child's ear as I clutched her tiny bottom and gently stroked my penis against her tummy. "Amy, do... do you know what Daddy wants to do to you?"

"No, Daddy," the child murmured, her moist, tiny lips half an inch from mine as I felt her warm breath on my cheek. "What do you wanna do to me, Daddy?"

At her childishly innocent question I pulled her tiny mouth to mine and kissed her deeply, hunching my dick into her tummy. She sighed and curled her tiny fingers into my hair as I fondled her little bottom and swirled my tongue in her warm, bubblegum-scented mouth.

The obscenely delicious anticipation of kiddie sex was nearly too much for me, and I had to break the sensuous kiss before my overstimulated dick let go and ejaculated all over the naked little girl.

"Amy, do you want to see some magic tricks, honey?" I panted, drawing back a bit to pull my slick penis away from her warm tummy. The kid grinned and nodded eagerly. "Okay, but I'll need some coins. Does your Mommy have some?"

The kid nodded again and scampered away. My lust-dimmed eyes followed as the child happily skipped away, her pale, her stumpy legs flashing, her little bottom wiggling, her tiny shoes clattering across the floor.

When she'd gone I stood to drag a chair across the floor and place it so that it faced a full-length mirror on the wall. I heard her call from the kitchen, and went to find her on tip-toes, pointing up at a cabinet she couldn't reach. Rather than opening it, I lifted the child up and watched as she dug into a jar to emerge with a handful of coins.

I carried the little girl back to the living room, my stiff dick wagging before me as I walked. My mouth went dry when I caught sight of our reflection in the mirror -- me, stark naked with a throbbing erection, carrying the naked little 7-year-old, her pigtails swinging as she happily kicked her skinny legs in the air.

I sat in the chair facing the mirror and settled her in my lap, also facing the mirror, her spindly legs straddling mine. I took the coins from her hand and the little girl craned her head down to stare at my engorged penis throbbing as it waved in the air between her little thighs.

"Amy? Look up here, honey. Watch me," I said. The kid looked up into the mirror as I waved my hand behind her ear and produced a coin. "Did that come outta my EAR?" she said, wrinkling up her nose. I nodded.

"And, look, Amy, there's one in here, too!" I said, producing another coin from her left ear. She shrieked in giggles as I dropped the coins into her hand.

She squirmed and shrieked delightedly, kicking her stumpy legs as I tickled both ears, pretending to look for more coins. "No, looks like there aren't any more in here," I smiled down at her.

"I wonder where we can find more?" I said. "Amy, are you hiding some more up inside your cute little pee-pee hole?" I said with a mock scolding look. "Why don't we look and see?" I said. The kid cackled with laughter and shook her head, pigtails swinging. "I don't got nuffin in there!" she giggled.

"Well, how do you know, Amy? You have to look and see. Pull it open with your fingers, and tell me if you see anything in there."

I fondled the kid's bare, bony ribcage as she reached down and peeled open the tiny lips to display her drooling vagina. The fleshy pink hole gaped obscenely open, distended by our earlier intercourse, glistening with the mucous of the child's sexual arousal. She stared hard into the mirror. "Naw, I can't see nuffin in there," she announced.

I reached down to cup my palm over the child's wet little hole and she screeched in surprise. "That t- t-TICKLES!" she screeched, twisting and writhing and trying to slap my hand away. "Oooh, look what I found up inside little Amy!" I said, dropping another coin into the hysterically giggling child's hand.

"Maybe there's some more in there. Let's see," I grinned. This time I flattened my palm against the kid's sex and gently rotated it to stimulate her slimy little clitoris. She jerked as though shocked, stopped giggling and stared down at her lap, panting, as I stroked... and stroked... and finally produced another coin. This time I had to pry open her tensed little fingers to drop the coin into her hand.

"See, Amy, magic tricks are fun, aren't they?" I whispered, stroking her trembling tummy. "Y- yeah," the little girl gasped, panting. "D- do it some more."

I stroked the child's tummy for a moment more to let her anticipation build, then reached down and slowly wiggled two fingers deep inside her slick little vagina to the last knuckle, kneading and stroking the tender flesh deep inside her.

"Awww, y- yeahhhh.." the child sighed. Her body went limp and she collapsed back against my chest. Her little hips began to rotate. Her hands went limp, her tensed fingers curled open, and the coins rattled to the floor.

I was in pedophile heaven, staring into the mirror to watch myself gently finger-fucking the happy little 7-year-old. My greedy eyes drank in the sight of her dreamy, half-closed eyes, spittle bubbling from her lips as my fingers slowly groped and twisted inside her. I scooted the chair as close as I could to the mirror for a better view, clenched my abdomen and watched as a bubble of pre-cum drooled from my aching dick to slime one of the coins on the floor.

"Mmmmm, no more coins, but I found something else up inside little Amy," I whispered, stirring my fingers deep inside the child's clasping vagina. "I found Amy's warm, smelly little girl juice in there. Daddy loves to feel inside Amy's little hole, and taste Amy's stinky little girl juice," I murmured, pulling my wet fingers out of her drooling cunt and sucking them into my mouth.

The excited child whined and squirmed irritably when I sucked my wet fingers out of her. "N- naw, k- keep DOIN' it," she whined, hunching her crotch in the air and kicking her little feet in frustration.

"Now we're going to do a really great magic trick," I whispered to the trembling little girl. "We're going to make Daddy's big dick disappear, Amy! Now, look in the mirror and watch, okay?"

The kid pried open her half-closed eyes and stared into the mirror as I gripped the stiff shaft and brought the bulging head to her puffy little sex lips. She bit her lip and grimaced slightly as the fat head popped into the well-lubricated little hole and slid in about an inch.

"S- see, Amy? Daddy's dick is starting to disappear," I gasped as I felt the slick warmth of her little pussy nibble and pinch at the head of my straining dick. I spread the kid's stumpy legs wide to give us both a clear view of the heavily veined shaft plugged into her little hole.

I reached around to cup the child's round, babyfat tummy in both hands. "Oooo, Amy's fat little tummy looks like an apple on a stick!" I gasped, staring with bulging eyes at the thick penis distending her tiny sex hole.

The kid snickered at this, and reached down to touch the meaty shaft penetrating her. "Heh heh heh, I'm a apple on a stick!" she giggled, staring into the mirror and tracing a tiny finger down the shaft to my balls.

"MMmm, that's a good girl. Now, gobble it all up, Amy," I gasped, gripping the child's round tummy and urging her slight body down to engulf the engorged dick. "Th- that's it, honey. Swallow Daddy's dick all up inside, Amy."

The little 7-year-old bit her lip and stared into the mirror as we both watched the thing slowly penetrate her rubbery little vagina. She grunted quietly as it bottomed out inside her with only a half-inch to go.

I gritted my teeth to hold back premature orgasm as I felt the thing jerk and throb deep inside the child's slick, squeezing sexual organ. "L- look, Amy," I gasped, pointing to the thick root of my dick at her crotch. "It's not all the way up inside you yet, sweetie. Gobble it all up, honey. Make it all gone."

The kid grimaced, bared her crooked teeth, poked out her little tummy and forced herself down, her tiny fingernails digging hard into my thighs. I squeezed her soft tummy and groaned loudly as the last half inch of penis popped up inside and the kid sat firmly planted on my wrinkled balls, impaled to the root.

"Oh, g- ghod, y- YESSSSS!" I groaned raggedly, drooling pre-cum deep inside the little girl. "S- see, Amy, you made Daddy's dick completely disappear!"

"Dass silly, Daddy," the child grunted, shifting her tiny bottom on me to accommodate the heavy shaft. "Dick didn't disappear, he just went up inside my pee-pee hole!" she announced, pointing a stumpy finger at her belly button.

"Huh? I c- can't see it, Amy," I hissed, gritting my teeth to keep my overstimulated penis from exploding inside the little girl. "It's... it's all gone."

"No it's NOT!" the kid chirped, her little pigtails bouncing as she shook her head for emphasis. "It's right up in here!" she said, poking a finger to indent her plump tummy. "I can feel it up in there!"

I flattened the child's tiny hand and pressed it firmly into into the soft flesh of her tummy. "Y- you can feel it, Amy? Can you feel Daddy's big, hard dick all stuffed up inside you?" I stammered, my mouth plastered to the top of her head and drooling into her hair. "Wha- what's it feel like in there, Amy?"

"Uh... oh, I dunno, kinda warm an' squishy, I guess," the kid mumbled, craning her head down to look as she curiously stroked her tummy.

I nearly lost it. "Ogod, ogod, oh... h- hold still, Amy, stay very, very still. Daddy's so close... d- don't make Daddy cum yet, honey," I gasped to the deeply impaled little girl.

Trembling on the verge of orgasm, I dared not move a muscle. I just gritted my teeth and held perfectly still, staring with glazed eyes at the child's spindly thighs, no bigger around than my forearms, stunned that her little 7-year-old vagina could engulf the full length of my bloated penis.

My shaking hands slid down the child's stumpy legs to fondle the little knee socks and tiny Mary Jane shoes dangling limply by my thighs. Gazing down at the childish little shoes in my hands, my eye fell on my watch. I groaned softly to myself, calculating how many long hours I had by myself to play with the innocently oblivious little sex toy skewered on my dick.

I rested my chin on the child's head and reached around to clasp her pale chest, so small and thin my hands nearly encircled it. My brain seethed with pedosexual lust as I watched my trembling hands fondling the tiny, naked child in my lap.

The little girl just sat there, impaled on my balls, gazing at the mirror with dull eyes and breathing through her slack mouth as my dick quivered deep inside her. When I was able to move I scooted forward in the chair, canted the naked child back against my chest, lifted her short legs and placed the soles of her shoes on the mirror. "Oh, that's better," I drooled into the child's hair beneath my chin as my shaking hands fondled her smooth tummy. "Now Daddy can see Amy's little pee-pee better."

In fact, I could see nothing at all except my balls flattened tight against the child's crotch, her widely distended little cunt lips hidden by the dark mass of my pubic hair as my dick throbbed inside her.

"Oh, look, honey, Daddy is f- FUCKING little Amy!" I babbled, fondling her soft, babyfat tummy and watching in the mirror as I gently bounced the little girl on my rigid dick. "You feel Daddy's big d- DICK inside you, f- FUCKING your sweet little pussy, Amy?" I babbled, my voice hoarse with lust as I watched the deeply impaled child's pigtails swinging with the rhythm of my thrusts inside her. The kid just craned her head down to look, grunting quietly with each thrust, her slack mouth drooling onto her bouncing tummy.

My hands crept up to flatten over the child's tiny nipples, which stiffened instantly at my touch. She slumped back against my chest, her eyes glazed over, her slack mouth dropped open and she began panting. "Oh, yeah, little Amy, cum for Daddy. Cum all over Daddy's big dick," I whispered, drooling a slimy rivulet of pre-cum deep inside the child's vagina as I rolled and teased her puckered little nipples.

Childish giggles and squeals from the children's TV show in the background enhanced the delicious depravity of kiddie sex as I looked into the mirror, watching myself fondling and fucking the naked little 7-year-old. The child's sexually aroused panting rippled her tummy muscles, squeezing and stimulating the aching penis buried deep inside her bloated little vagina.

The little girl dropped her hand to her crotch to rub her straining clitoris, and she began gurgling like a baby, spittle bubbling from her lips. Her little tummy was trembling, pigtails lashing as her head twisted and turned from the intensity of her pleasure. Her busy little fingers tickled the hairs of my balls as she grunted and worked herself toward climax.

Staring into the mirror, I reached down to tug her hand away from her crotch and she squealed in frustration. I pinned both of her little hands to my thighs to prevent her from masturbating herself, and the child began whining and bucking herself on my dick, desperate for her sexual relief. Her hooded eyes, slack mouth and high-pitched whining as the little girl frantically ground herself atop my swollen balls nearly put me over the edge.

"G- ghod, yeah, f- fuck it, baby... FUCK it, little Amy!" I gasped, watching in the mirror as the oblivious child grunted and wiggled frantically on my bloated penis.

In the background I heard another child's voice, from the TV. "Give it to me, Daddy!" a tiny girl was squealing as her father played keep-away with a toy she wanted. Her petulant, childish voice rang in my ears as I fucked the eager little second-grader bouncing and snorting toward orgasm in my lap. "Please, Daddy?" the pouting kid on TV whimpered, "Give it to me, Daddy... Give it to me, Daddy..."

I clapped my palm to the child's trembling tummy and pressed down hard with the heel of my hand, rolling and kneading the stiff penis deep inside her. The kid's body stiffened, her eyes rolled white in her head. Her expression changed to a vicious grimace. Grinding her bared teeth she grunted loudly three times, then threw back her head and screamed. A flood of urine splashed into my balls and thighs as the orgasming child's bladder let go, and my nostrils quivered at the acrid stench. The little girl frantically hunched and bucked and pissed, kicking at the mirror with her little shoes as the orgasm wracked her shaking body until she collapsed back against my chest with glazed eyes and a slack-mouthed, satisfied grin.

The sexually sated little kid lay back against my chest, brought her fist to her face and began sucking her thumb, staring blankly at the wall, her pigtails bouncing as I panted and hunched my quivering dick deeply inside her. I gripped her fat little tummy and began pumping her small body on me as though using her as a masturbation toy. Her little shoes fell from the mirror to straddle my thighs and the sated child just lay back against me, skewered on my penis, slurping on her wet thumb and drooling as I abandoned myself to carnal lust and fucked her limp body like a rag doll.

"Little fuck toy! Daddy's little k- kiddie f- FUCK TOY!" I babbled as I stared into the mirror to watch my wet dick withdraw and plunge into the little 7-year-old in my lap. My ears strained to hear the delicious sounds of the child's quiet grunting as my slimy balls smacked wetly into her delicate crotch with each frantic plunge into her juicy, clasping little fuck hole.

On TV, the little girl was now chasing her Daddy for the toy she wanted, and her childish pleas were now punctuated by gasping as she exerted herself.

"G- give it to me, D- Daddy," she panted. Her whiny voice had deepend into a breathless, throaty urgency, her grunting pleas almost matching the cadence of my thrusts into the skinny little kid impaled in my lap. "Give it to me, Daddy... Give it to me, Daddy... "

"Oh, g- GHODDDDDD!" I roared, my butt rising from the chair as I desperately plunged my overstimulated dick deeply into the child and fell forward to slam her naked body against the cool glass of the mirror. I crushed my balls tight against her soft, tiny bottom and stared at the reflection of my own lust-dimmed eyes as I roared my relief and ejaculated a torrent of hot sperm deep inside her warm, sucking little pussy hole.

The child's limp body just hung there, pinned between my belly and the mirror as I desperately thrust and hunched into her like a rutting dog. Dripping with urine, her spindly little thighs squeaked wetly against the mirror, her tiny shoes thumping against the glass as my ejaculating penis jerked and heaved inside her squeezing little vagina until my aching balls were pumped dry and quivering.

As my orgasmic frenzy slowly subsided I heard the child whimpering quietly beneath my chin, her freckled cheek flat against the mirror, her fat little tummy plastered tightly against the cool glass by the weight of my body.

With a loud groan I peeled the child's limp, naked body away from the mirror and staggered backwards. The deeply impaled little girl grunted as I fell heavily back into the chair, gasping and panting. When vision cleared my cheeks burned with shame and embarrassment as I saw the mirror smeared with the child's saliva, and felt the warm semen bubbling from her flooded little hole and dripping down her spindly thighs.

"A- are you okay, Amy?" I managed in a shaky voice, my heart pounding in my chest, sweat glistening on my forehead, nostrils quivering at the disgusting stench of urine and sperm smeared all over our bodies.

"Yeah, I'm okay, but why'd you bump me against the mirror like that, Daddy?" she whimpered in a tiny voice.

"I'm sorry, honey, Daddy got a little t- too excited," I said in a halting voice, drooling another rivulet of semen inside her as I noticed a smudged imprint of the child's belly-button on the mirror. "Amy's hot little girl hole made Daddy so excited I... I just couldn't help it, honey," I whispered. I cupped the child's deeply impaled sex with my palm, savoring the sensation of my sated penis quivering and tingling inside her. "Did you like it, too, Amy?" I smiled, idly twirling her little pigtails with my fingers.

"Yeah, it was fun," the kid announced in her typically laconic voice, as though being fucked to a violent, squirting orgasm by a sweating pedophile was no more remarkable than eating a really good peanut butter sandwich. "Did you like it, Daddy?"

"Yes, baby, fucking your hot little kiddie pussy made Daddy very, very happy," I whispered into the child's hair as I felt my spent dick twitching with satisfaction deep inside her. To prolong the sweet sensation, I watched in the mirror as I fondled her infantile nipples, my abdominal muscles tensing as I futilely tried to make my spent penis bloat again inside her, to savor the warm, sucking flesh of her slimed little cuntlet.

The little kid grinned, kicking her legs happily, one knee sock slipped down to her ankle. The motion made my softening dick slurp out of her sloppy little vagina and she giggled, wriggled off my lap and crawled down between my legs to look at it. "Eeew, Dick is all wet an' stinky," she announced, crinkling up her little nose.

"Mmmm, yes, that's because your sweet little girl hole sucked all the smelly sperm out of me, Amy," I smiled, curling my hands behind my head to watch the little kid examine my slimy penis. "Now you're all wet and stinky inside, too," I explained.

The kid bared her crooked teeth in a grimace. "I'm all STINKY inside? Eeeeeew!"

"Here, I'll show you, Amy," I smiled, lifting the naked child and settling her back on my lap, facing the mirror. The kid looked down curiously as I spread her stumpy legs.

I spread the child's reddened labia with one hand and tickled her belly button with a fingertip. "Come on, spit it out, little pussy," I said, "Spit out Daddy's stinky sperm for Amy." The child squirmed at my tickling and burst into hysterical giggles as a milky puddle of semen squirted from her contracting vagina.

"Eeeew!" the kid squealed in fascination as she watched the sperm pulse and dribble out of her, the tiny pink vagina pouting open and closed. I wedged my hand beneath her little bottom to catch it and tickled the giggling kid until the last slimy droplets bubbled out into a viscous puddle in my palm.

END of Chapter 2