After we showered and dressed I left my little 7-year-old sex toy to watch TV as I mopped up the sweat, urine and sperm all over the floor, mirror and chair. I suggested pizza for dinner, so we drove to a nearby restaurant.

Since her slimy baby-doll dress was now in the clothes hamper at home, the child now wore tiny denim cutoff shorts, and a yellow halter top that emphasized her boyishly flat chest and displayed her enticing, babyfat tummy. She'd replaced the knee socks and Mary Janes with pink plastic sandals.

In the car she hummed quietly to herself and idly picked at the seat with her fingernails. "Stop that, Amy," I said, clasping her tiny hand in mine. "N'kay, Mister Anderson," she mumbled, then resumed humming, gazing dully out the window. I smiled down at the little girl and patted her hand.

I couldn't really say I'd gotten to know her -- the stunted attention span of the developmentally challenged little kid made substantive conversation impossible. But I realized I'd become quite fond of her -- aside from the exquisite pleasure I'd had by using her to gratify my lifelong child sex desires. She was a really likeable kid, and my mind raced with conflicting emotions of sexual attraction, protective instincts and deep shame at the ways I'd defiled her immature body. Gaily humming to herself and kicking her little sandals, the kid had no idea how obscenely debased these sexual acts were between adult and child. But I did. And the thought was both disgusting and wildly arousing to me.

As we left the car I smiled down as the kid held my hand and toddled along beside me, her knobby knees poking the air, her tiny sandals clacking across the asphalt. She was so small her head barely rose to the level of the restaurant doorknob as we entered. I marveled that a child so small could completely engulf my fully erect penis, and idly wondered how much sperm I'd ejaculated into her compliant little body over the past two days.

Little Amy clambered up into the adult-size restaurant chair, her pink sandals dangling inches from the floor. I checked the menu, put it down and began scanning the crowded room, trying to catch the eye of a waiter. Each one seemed to be deliberately avoiding eye contact.

After a few moments I noticed a man sitting alone two tables away and looking intently at us. I followed his gaze and blushed crimson as I realized he was staring at Amy's crotch. The baggy legholes of her cutoffs gaped widely around her little matchstick legs. She had one hand thrust into the leghole, casually masturbating herself under the table, staring vacantly ahead with a slack mouth.

"Amy, stop that," I hissed in a stage whisper, kicking at her little foot under the table. "Huh?" she said, turning her dim gaze to meet mine, her little hand still working in her panties.

"Amy t- take your hand out of your pants, right now," I hissed, blushing and trying to look stern.

The kid slowly withdrew her hand and pouted at me as she brought it up to scratch her nose. The entire length of her index finger was obscenely slimy, glistening in the bright light of the restaurant. It was obvious that she'd had it stuffed up her little cunt to the last knuckle, and I caught a faint whiff of my sperm as I grabbed for the wet little finger. I stole a quick glance at the guy nearby as I wiped the kid's hand with a napkin. He was staring down at his plate, his cheeks as red as mine, and the napkin in his lap was slightly tented. So was mine.

"Why'd you make me stop, Mister Anderson?" the kid pouted, kicking her feet in frustration.

"It's... it's not bad, Amy, it's just... well, it's not nice to do that in public," I stammered, feeling a droplet of pre-cum drool into my undershorts as I settled the spermy napkin in my lap. Unsatisfied with this explanation, the pouting kid wanted to know why.

I leaned close to whisper. "Well, Amy, it... it makes Daddy very, very excited to see you do that, honey. When I see you all wet inside like that it makes Daddy's dick all stiff, and it hurts a little bit. It makes Daddy want to... to touch you and... and do things to you until Daddy's all finished and he feels better."

The kid brightened and flashed me a gummy, gap-toothed grin. "Oh, okay, Daddy! You can do stuff to me, I don't mind!" she chirped. I heard a choking cough from the other table but didn't turn to look.

My cheeks were burning, but so was the throbbing erection in my trousers. "Shhhh, quiet, Amy, please?" I urgently whispered, finger to her little lips. "No, honey, we can't do things like that here, where other people can see. We have to be all alone together to do things like that."

The kid thought this over, kicking her shoes, her little brow furrowed. After a second she brightened and lurched across the table with a gaily toothless grin. "Oh, I know," she said in an excited whisper, her tiny lips brushing my ear. "You cud do stuff to me out there in the car!" she announced, pointing her stumpy finger toward the parking lot and beaming with pride at her naive solution to the problem.

"N- no, baby, just... we'll do it later, at home, okay?" I stammered, drooling in my pants, pulse thundering in my ears at the mental images the child's innocent idea evoked in my mind.

I barely tasted the pizza when it finally arrived. I could not shake the salacious mental images she'd naively invoked. Me behind the wheel with the little girl in my lap, loose leghole of her shorts jerked aside, my rigid dick stuffed balls deep inside her little cunt. She gripping the wheel and grunting happily as I fondled the tiny nipples beneath her halter and gently bounced her to a gloriously messy climax.

I watched her freckled cheeks indent as she licked and sucked at the soda straw, her soft lips all slimy with stringy cheese and tomato sauce, imagining her little head in my lap, wetly sucking and slurping, knees bent, kicking her tiny feet contentedly, my trembling fingers toying with her childish pigtails until I... oh, god...

Walking back toward the car the child stopped to point a stubby finger at the shop next door and asked if she could have ice cream. "No, Amy, you've had enough, honey. We have to... get home," I said, my dick throbbing in my trousers. "Puh-leeze?" the kid pleaded, frowning and pouting. My dick drooled into my shorts as I gazed down at the sulking tyke, her fat little tummy unselfconciously poked out beneath the tiny halter.

The kid continued to whine and sulk as we got in the car. I hesitated and shuddered as I looked at the child's pale tummy and pouty little lips. Her childishly sulky expression overwhelmed me. I grabbed the kid and plunged my tongue between her pouting lips, groaning with lust as she petulantly whimpered into my mouth. I slipped my trembling hand beneath the litte halter and groaned heavily into her mouth as I fondled the child's flat, tiny nipples. On the brink of coming in my pants I withdrew, panting heavily, and tugged the little halter back in place.

The little kid just looked up at me sullenly, still whimpering for ice-cream. When I was able to breathe normally I relented and led the pouting little girl into the shop.

She stood behind me as I waited in line at the counter, resting her cheek on my butt with a contented smile, reaching around to hug me and rocking from foot to foot. Other adult patrons smiled benignly at the happy little tyke, then up at me. I met their gaze and returned their smiles, but a droplet of sweat leaked down my temple as I felt the warmth of the child's soft little hands resting directly on my engorged penis, and gently stroking it with the motion of her rocking behind me.

A woman asked how old she was, assuming she was my daughter. "Oh, she's seven," I smiled, leaking pre-cum into my briefs and suppressing a shudder as I gazed down at the traces of chipped pink nail polish on the little fingers that clasped my throbbing dick.

It was a supreme effort to appear relaxed and smile at the little 7-year-old fuck toy as her tiny tongue lapped at the ice-cream cone she clutched in both hands. The child was completely oblivious, and I found myself wishing she had the intellectual capacity to realize my sexual desire for her, to understand the shameful depravity of my actions as I fondled and molested her. But the fact that she didn't know -- that she just nonchalantly spread her little legs and happily let me use her skinny, prepubescent body for my sexual pleasure -- was equally erotic.

Time seemed to stand still as I drooled in my pants and silently willed little Amy to finish her ice cream. By the time we left I glanced down to see a small wet spot where pre-cum had soaked through my trousers.

I dropped the kid off at the house and drove to park the car at a busy 24-hour grocery a few blocks away. Very bad idea to leave my car parked in the driveway of the child's house all night.

During the walk back to the house my feverish erection subsided and I thought a bit more clearly. Though I was outrageously aroused by my first kiddie sex experience and desperately wanted more, I couldn't possibly fuck the little girl again. Although she hadn't complained about it, her little pussy must be at least somewhat tender after the obscenely deep reaming I'd given her earlier. I could not, would not, hurt the child. I had to either control my lust -- clearly out of the question -- or obtain the relief I needed some other way.

On my return I found the little girl sitting on the sofa talking to her doll. For distraction I went to the kitchen, looked in the fridge. No beer. Not much else, either. I rummaged through cabinets and finally turned up a bottle of cheap port wine, poured a tumbler full and returned to the living room.

I sat across the room and my abdomen tingled as I gazed at the little second-grader on the sofa. She looked like a pedophile poster child. One strap of her halter had slipped down her willowy shoulder to expose a tiny nipple. Through the leg hole of her tiny shorts I could see her baggy panties gaping open for a clear view of her pale pussy lips. Her freckles, her ratty pigtails, the cartoon character on her little halter all emphasized how young she was, how innocent, tender and sexually desirable. My dick thickened and I downed half the tumbler of port in an attempt to calm myself.

I flipped TV channels until I found a movie and tried to convince myself that it was enjoyable. A sudden flash of lightning illuminated the room, followed by a loud crack of thunder. The child squealed, dropped her doll and sprang into my lap, trembling. I stroked her pudgy little tummy and spoke reassuringly to calm her, but she still squealed and shivered at the next thunder bolt.

I dropped my hand to the crotch of her little denim shorts and stroked gently. The child's frightened sobs began to subside as her legs went limp and she leaned back against my chest. My resolved wavered, aided by the powerful wine. Almost unconsciously my fingers felt for the little snap at the child's waist. My eyes dimmed as I watched myself tug down the little zipper, tooth by tooth, until the child's shorts fell open.

Torrential rain battered the windows and drowned out the sound of my heavy breathing as I slipped my hand under the waistband of the little girl's baggy panties to cup her tiny sex lips in my palm. The little kid lay back against my chest and cooed contentedly as I gently masturbated her in her panties. I turned her head to kiss the child, feeling my engorged dick throb and leak in my pants at the childish taste of sweet, fruity ice cream in her mouth.

Little Amy just lay against me, legs spread and limp as a rag doll, panting contentedly in my mouth, her plump, babyfat tummy heaving as I pleasured her now leaking little sexual organ. My free hand completely covered the child's narrow, bony chest, stroking her little raisinette nipples in my palm beneath the tiny halter. "Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned into my mouth as I wiggled my thick middle finger up inside her slick little hole, crooking and twisting it to stimulate the tender flesh of her vagina.

Numbed by lust and wine, my mind seethed with vaguely formed kiddie sex images, thoughts and desires as I kissed, fondled and finger-fucked the panting little 7-year-old in my lap. My dick throbbed in my pants as I slowly stirred my finger in the swampy depths of her little cunt, feeling the velvety flesh and soft, undulating ridges that had gripped and rippled and sucked me to a such stunning orgasm hours earlier.

A sudden gust of wind rattled the windows and I heard a metallic crash just outside. Cursing silently to myself, I sucked my tongue out of the child's mouth and my finger out of her slimy vagina, and went to look out the window. The child's bicycle, parked on the front porch, had blown over and was now lying on its side, in the torrential rain.

The little pink bicycle already had some rust spots on it, and I felt sorry for the little kid. I dashed out into the driving rain, scooped up the bike and ran for the garage, to find the door locked. Muttering, I ran around to the small side door, found it unlocked, found a rag inside and dried off the little bicycle as best I could.

By the time I returned I was soaked to the skin. I stripped off my drenched clothes and hung them in the bathroom to drip, then returned to the living room, naked, my flaccid dick shriveled by the chill rain.

My eyes bugged out in shock as I saw the little girl standing by the coffee table holding my glass in both tiny hands and draining the last of the port.

"Amy, NO!" I yelled, but it was too late. The kid awkwardly plunked down the empty glass and turned to look at me, her eyes glazed, lips wet with saliva and port. Her denim shorts were puddled around her ankles, baggy panties halfway down, stiff little nipples winking at me beneath the rumpled halter. The sight made my rain-cooled dick inflate back to full erection, despite my horror that the kid had drunk half a tumbler of port wine.

The child clumsily kicked the shorts off her ankles and toddled unsteadily toward me, her baggy little panties slipping further down. "Are you gonna play wif me summore, Misser Annerson?" the kid slurred, clasping my hairy leg with both skinny arms and gazing up at me woozily as my swollen penis bounced an inch from her face. "Will you touch me in my hole summore?"

I shuddered at the child's innocently obscene words, trying to quell my urges, instead took her hand and led her to the kitchen where I made her drink a full glass of water, hoping it would counter the effects of the wine. The kid held the glass in both hands, her dull eyes crossed, trying to focus as she drank. When she finished, the child belched loudly and looked up at me with a broad, toothless grin. I noticed for the first time the pink polish on her tiny toenails. My lusting eyes traveled up to her knobby little knees, the baggy panties drooping beneath her babyfat tummy.

I reached down to hoist the little kid by her armpits. "Wheeee!" she squealed drunkenly as I swung her up to plaster my mouth into hers. Her pink sandals dangled in the air as I slipped my wet finger deep into her drooling pussy and kissed the child. My nostrils quivered as I slowly stirred my finger in the little girl's vagina, imagining I could smell the musky sperm deep still puddled deep inside her, imagining I could feel the slippery warmth of it on my penis.

I carried the moaning child down the hall, and laid her on the pink Barbie bedspread in her room. I'd intended to tuck her in and leave, to let the little tyke sleep off the effects of the wine. But she looked just so tiny and vulnerable lying there, arms and legs splayed limply on the pink bedspread, the bits of loose clothing she wore coyly revealing tantalizing glimpses of half a nipple and one plump pussy lip.

A low rumble of thunder and the rain lashing the windows outside emphasized the salacious thought that we were completely alone, and the night was ours; all alone with a small child who blithely let me indulge my most depraved sexual desires. For most of my adult life I'd masturbated while fantasizing about opportunities like this, and my wine-suffused brain gave in to temptation.

I sat on the edge of the bed and reached to tug the little cartoon halter up and off, then dropped it on the floor. "Oh, that's better," I whispered. "Let's get little Amy all naked for Daddy to play with."

The child gazed trustingly up into my face with a gauzy, gap-toothed grin as I draped her limp arms up and behind her head. "Mmmmm, Amy is such a *little* girl," I cooed as my hand stroked slowly over the tiny nipple bumps on her narrow chest and soft, babyfat tummy. My hand brushed over the faded fabric of her baggy little kitten panties, savored the slim line of her boyishly narrow hips, slid down her bare, skinny thigh, roamed back up to feel her tiny nipples, stroked the tender flesh of her exposed armpits.

"Dat tickles," the kid giggled, squirming until my hand resumed stroking her chest and tummy, then relaxed and just lay there, grinning gauzily at me as I fondled her soft, naked body, my rigid dick jerking and drooling at the anticipation of forbidden pleasures.

On impulse, I grabbed the child's ratty teddy bear lying beside her and began stroking it against her tummy. "Does that tickle, too, Amy?" I grinned. The kid burst into hysterical giggles, kicking her stumpy legs in the air, her fat little pussy lips winking at me from beneath the baggy panties.

"Ooo, look, Teddy is a naughty bear, Teddy wants to feel Amy's little nipples, too," I taunted, teasing the soft fur over the child's flat nubbins. She squealed and squirmed, then fell limply back into the mattress with a sigh as the furry toy stimulated and engorged her miniature nipplets.

My hand wrapped around my aching dick to stroke it as I pulled the plush toy aside to gaze down at the thrilling sight of the child's erect nipples straining from her pale, bony chest like little brown pencil erasers. The image of a naked, sexually aroused 7-year-old grinning happily up at me made my dick leak a viscous runnel of pre-cum into my hand, and I bent to lick the kid's face, her smooth armpit, my dick throbbing at the scent of her tender flesh.

"Mmmm, Amy is such a delicous little girl," I murmured in the child's hair as I dropped the teddy bear to dip my hand beneath the slack waistband of her panties and cup her soft little vulva in my palm. "Daddy wants to taste his delicious little girl, okay, Amy?" I panted.

I crawled into the bed, bent low to drape the child's stumpy legs over my shoulders and stretched out, my ankles dangling over the edge of the little bed, my stiff penis leaking pre-cum into the fur of a small teddy bear beneath me.

I nudged aside the crotch of her baggy panties with my nose and plastered my mouth to her pale crotch. The kid slumped back onto the mattress and sighed as I dragged my swollen tongue up between her slick little sex lips, and teased the tip of it into her drooling vagina.

My jaw yawned wide and I sucked the miniature sexual organ into my mouth, hunching my dick in the soft fur of the teddy bear. I literally whimpered with lust as I hungrily sucked the kid's warm sex goo into my mouth, swallowing the slimy liquid and savoring the pungent, musky taste of my own sperm.

The little girl panted and gurgled happily, her stubby fingers idly twirling in my hair as I sucked and slurped her leaking little hole, but after a minute or two it was apparent that the kid was too drunk to reach orgasm.

I pulled my face away from the child's slimy crotch and stood to gaze down at her. The little tyke gazed up at me with bleary eyes and a vague, slack grin, her arms and legs spread limply on the pink bedspread, her tiny nipples stiff, her delicate crotch glistening with saliva and female sexual arousal.

I sighed and stroked the stiff meat in my hand as I looked down at the child's puffy little sex lips, now tinged a dark pink from the deep reaming I'd given her earlier in the day. I knew what I wanted was out of the question. I sat next to the child and she grinned toothlessly up at me as I caressed her plump tummy and rigid nipples.

"Amy, Daddy's dick got all cold and wet in the rain outside," I whispered, wrapping the kid's stubby fingers around my rigid shaft. "Will you let Daddy warm it up inside your... your little bottom?"

"N'kay, Misser Annerson," the kid mumbled woozily, her dim eyes blinking as she tried to focus on the penis in her hands. "You cud warm it up in my bottom."

Trembling with lust and anticipation, I stuffed a pink pillow beneath the child's little butt, then ran to fetch a fuck towel. The oblivious little girl giggled as I knelt on the bed and raised her short legs, bending them back nearly to her chest. She squirmed and squealed at the sensation as I jerked aside her wet panty crotch and bent to spit a puddle of saliva into the little brown cavity in her pale bottom. I nudged my ruddy dick head into the wet little anus. The drunken kid's sphincter relaxed, and she jerked and grunted quietly as the slippery head popped in.

Panting heavily, I forced myself to stay still, eyes bulging at the sight of my engorged penis plugged into the limp little 7-year-old. When her tensed fingers finally relaxed I pushed very gently, groaning aloud at the sensation as my dick slowly squeezed into the child's tight, rubbery rectum.

Heavily anesthetized by the alcohol, the relaxed anus let my greasy meat glide in smoothy. The little kid just lay there, panting quickly as I squeezed her slim ankles and watched the thick penis disappear into her. "n- n- gufff," she grunted quietly as my heavy balls finally came to rest flat against the child's delicate crotch.

"A- Are you o- okay, Amy?" I gasped to the deeply impaled little girl as my dick twitched and drooled in the warm depths of her clutching colon.

"Y- yeh," the kid grunted more than spoke, her tongue lolling in her slack mouth. "Iz Dick gettin' warm inside me now?"

"G- ghod, yeah... yes, Amy, but now Daddy needs to rub it in there, to warm it up, okay?" I whispered, beginning to gently hunch the little girl. I reached down to tug her limp hand to her crotch, dipping her finger between her sex lips. "Rub it, sweetie," I whispered. "Rub your little pussy to make it feel good while Daddy fucks you, Amy."

The little kid weakly masturbated herself for a few seconds, then her arm dropped limply back to the bed and she just lay there, staring vacantly at the ceiling and grunting quietly as I gripped her skinny ankles and gently fucked her little asshole. I stopped at full penetration and fumbled to jerk off the little sandals, bent her legs and pressed the soft soles of her tiny feet to my chest. I groaned with lust as I fondled the kid's miniature feet and stroked her soft, tiny toes against my nipples.

"G- ghod, Daddy's little girl feels so g-GOOD inside, Amy!" I babbled, staring down to watch my wet dick rhythmically withdraw and disappear into the child's body. "Daddy's little girl feels so h- hot and NASTY inside!" I hissed to the grunting kid.

I bent to gaze down at the child's tiny, rigid nipples, like dark raisinettes perched on her milky, flat chest. Her hazy, half-closed eyes, ratty pigtails splayed on the pink bedspread, her slack, drooling mouth made me tremble with pedosexual lust. The loose crotch of her little cartoon kiddie panties brushing the root of my dick as I fucked her emphasized the utter depravity of the act.

The force I had to exert to keep my body from crushing the small child beneath me was distracting. I sucked my straining penis out of the child, stood and scooped her up, kissing and moaning into her slack mouth as I carried her down the hall to the living room, my stiff dick dripping as I walked.

I draped the fuck towel over the back of the sofa and draped the limp child over it, my nostrils flaring at the filthy scent of shit as I gazed down at her pale buttocks shining in the dim light, half exposed by her baggy panties. I dragged a floor lamp closer for a better view.

"Why'd we go in here?" the tipsy kid mumbled, her freckled cheek pressed down into the sofa cushion, her arms dangling limply at her sides.

"Daddy's going to do it a different way, now, Amy," I whispered as I stepped behind the child to tug her little panties down an inch below her obscenely gaping anus. "Daddy's going to do something very, very nasty now, and I want to watch while I do it to you."

Panting, I stroked my wet dick against the soft flesh of the little girl's tiny bottom, watching with depraved satisfaction as the thing thickened and bloated to fully rigid erection, the ropy blue veins bulging from the tightly stretched flesh.

"Now, just close your eyes and relax, Amy," I whispered unnecessarily to the drunken, limp little girl. I bared my teeth and groaned as I gripped the child's tiny, softball-size butt cheeks and watched the ruddy penis nudge open the little brown hole and slowly disappear into her hot, sucking rectum. Well greased now with saliva and pre-cum, the slimy little hole swallowed the thick meat until my hairy ball sack came to rest against the little girl's soft bottom.

"G- g- GOOD little girl!" I gasped, trembling as I felt my straining dick squeeze deeper into the child than I'd ever been. "L- little Amy just g- gobbled Daddy's dick ALL the way up inside!"

I jerked my head to glance at our reflection in the mirror, groaning with lust as I saw my clenched butt, my hairy belly pressed flat against the tiny child draped over the sofa back. I turned to look down and watch as I slowly sucked my slimy penis out of the child, her widely stretched little sphincter ring clinging wetly to the thick shaft until it spat out the greasy dick head with an almost audible plop.

My dick jerked and quivered in the cool air as I stared with glazed eyes at the ruddy little hole in the child's tiny bottom, gaping obscenely open and dripping with slimy pre-cum. Grinding my teeth in anticipation I gripped the miniature butt cheeks and groaned with pleasure as I watched my glistening penis plug the wet little hole and glide deep into the slimy warmth of the child's squeezing rectum.

"Aaaaaaaah, g- ghod, little Amy feels so hot and n- NASTY inside!" I grunted hoarsely as I watched my clenched balls flatten against the child's pale bottom. The drunken little tot just lay there, slumped over the sofa back and grunting quietly as gripped her tiny bottom and began hunching gently into her. "Omigod that's so f- fucking n- NASTY!" I hissed. "Oh, look, Daddy's fucking little Amy like a DOG, sweetie!"

"Gheh, heh... like a doggie? K-heh, heh, heh," the tipsy kid giggled into the sofa cushion, her tiny feet thumping the sofa back as I grunted and thrust deep inside her. My swollen prostate quivered and my vision blurred in anticipation of the fast approaching orgasm.

"Eew, eew, eew, stop it!" the kid suddenly squealed, screwing her little face into a wince and pounding the sofa cushions with her little fists. I halted at full penetration, sweating and shaking.

"I'm s- sorry, Amy," I gasped, my balls plastered tight against the child, my bloated dick throbbing and drooling pre-cum deep inside her. "Does it hurt, honey?"

"Naw, not now. S'okay in there when you stop, but it kinda hurts when you poke it in an' out like that," the kid mumbled.

I didn't want to hurt the little girl, but my quivering penis desperately needed relief.

"C- can I do this, Amy?" I gasped, gripping her little bottom, straining deep inside her and gently grinding her tiny butt from side to side.

"Y- yeh, dass okay," the kid grunted into the sofa. "It jus' fils funny in there," she slurred, drooling onto the cushion, her bleary eyes half closed. "It fils like when I go to da bafroom."

My dick jerked and drooled a slimy runnel of goo deep inside the little kid. "God, yes, Amy, pretend you're going to the bathroom, honey," I whispered. "Squeeze it, little Amy. Squeeze it hard, try to push it out of there, like when you poop."

The grunting child bit her lip in concentration and I groaned heavily as I felt her greasy little rectum contract almost painfully, squeezing my quivering penis like a warm, rubbery fist.

My mouth went dry at the sensation. "Oh, y- yeah, that's a good girl," I hissed. "K- keep doing it, Amy, s- suck it with your little bottom... suck Daddy's dick just as hard as you can, sweetie."

I squeezed as deep as my penis would penetrate into the child and just held it motionless, sweating and shaking at the sensation as the kid's hot little colon rhythmically squeezed and sucked the stiff meat that impaled her.

My eyes crossed and I felt my bloated prostate heave, quivering on the verge of orgasm. Squeeze... squeeze... squeeze... squeeze... Oh, god, this was going to be good.

"Ghod, no, Amy, NO!" I hissed desperately. "D- don't stop honey! K- keep squeezing it, little baby; Daddy's just about to c- CUM, sweetie!"

"But I tired, an' I can't push it out, Misser Annerson," the little kid slurred.

Gritting my teeth in frustration, I pleaded with the child, reaching forward to grip her bony ribcage and feel her tiny nipples. The kid suddenly jerked and giggled. "Dat tickles!" she squealed.

I stroked the kid's smooth armpits and she squealed again, her body jerking and clenching on the stiff penis that impaled her. I pressed deep and began tickling the squirming child in earnest, equally aroused by the shrieks of childish laughter filling the room and by the exquisite sensation of her squeezing colon milking and sucking my bloated dick as she frantically wiggled her tiny butt, her little legs flailing and pounding the sofa back.

"No, sto- sto- STOP it!" the kid screeched in hysterical laughter as she violently jerked and bucked, impaling herself on my quivering penis. The child's frantic colon contractions gobbled my stiff dick in to the root, squeezing and sucking wetly as the kid screamed with giggles and violently writhed on my penis.

"Ghod, y- yeah, f- FUCK Daddy!" I growled in gratitude as I teased the squealing child's tender armpits and felt my prostate quiver on the brink of ecstasy. "Oh, god, oh, here it comes, little Amy! Daddy's gonna... Daddy's gonna d- DO IT inside your... your little bottom, Amy!"

I heard a sudden crash behind me, followed by a flood of cold water splashed across my tightly clenched butt. A powerful gust had blown open a window, and driving rain lashed into the room. The shock of chilly wind and water snapped me out of my feverish, pedophilic delirium and I sucked my penis out of the child's butt with a wet slurp and dashed to slam shut the window.

I snatched up the fuck towel to dry myself, and dashed back to finish myself inside the limp 7-year-old splayed across the sofa back. Mouth dry with desperate anticipation, I brought my dick to the child's wet, gaping shit hole and she squealed in pain.

"No! NO! It h- HURTS!" the kid squealed at the first touch of my bloated dick head. "Stop it!"

Jeezus H. Christ, I was desperate for relief, but I couldn't rape an unwilling child. My mind reeled. I dashed to the kitchen, hung my wet dick over the sink and hurriedly washed away the slimy shit and pre-cum, then grabbed the grape jelly and jammed my dick into the jar.

I dashed back to the living room, my stiff dick bobbing before me, sticky with the purple jelly. "Wheee!" the drunken little tyke squealed as I lifted her limp body off the sofa back and settled her on the seat.

I sat beside the little girl, my engorged prostate aching painfully for relief, my raging erection bobbing in my lap. "Look, Amy, Daddy has a nice, sweet lollipop for you, honey," I whispered, urging the child's head down with my hand. "You want to taste it?"

"Dass a lollipop?" the kid mumbled, gazing blearily at the throbbing purple penis.

"Yeah, little Amy, taste it, honey," I rasped, stroking the child's pigtails, my abdomen quivering in anticipation as the kid awkwardly grasped it in both tiny hands and tentatively licked it with her soft tongue.

I held my breath and watched the little kid lapping at my sticky penis. "Dat tase good!" the child grinned up at me with her immature, toothless mouth. "It tase' like jelly," she slurred, her eyelids drooping over glazed, bleary eyes.

"P- put it in your mouth, Amy," I whispered, shaking in anticipation. "It tastes better that way. And if you suck it really, really nice you'll get a big surprise."

The drunken little tot opened her mouth and engulfed the bulbous dick head, languidly sucking on it as she was told. I groaned deeply at the feel of her crooked little teeth scraping the rigid shaft, her kittenish tongue lazily stroking the sensitive underside.

"Th- that's a good girl, Amy," I gasped, stroking the child's hair to encourage her as she sucked and nibbled on my quivering dick. "G- good little girl. Daddy's a- almost all finished, honey. J- just a little bit more, sweetie..."

The little girl laid her head on my hairy thigh and... and stopped!

"C- come on, Amy, suck it, honey, please?" I croaked, nudging the thing gently into her mouth and quivering on the brink of orgasm. "Please, honey? Daddy's a- almost finished, Amy."

The child's jaw dropped open, her tongue lolled out of her mouth and she issued a long, ragged snore. "G- ghod, NO, Amy, wake up, sweetie," I pleaded, shaking her bony shoulder and staring down at the glistening dick head drooling in her slack mouth.

It was no use. The drunken little kid was out cold. Desperate for relief, I gently hunched to stroke the shiny, purple head of my throbbing dick between her slack lips. I shivered and groaned when her next loud snore rippled down the length of my stiff dick. I licked my lips with anticipation, awaiting the next one, and moaned out loud when it came, vibrating the child's soft little tongue against my dick.

Jesus, I've never had a snore-job, I thought to myself as I gazed down at the stiff penis leaking pre-cum onto the sleeping child's little tongue. My trembling hands stroked and fondled the child's small body as I ground my teeth, trying to prolong the depraved act as long as I could.

My fingers crept down to kid's flat chest to feel a tiny nipple. Her lips gently closed around my stiff dick and she moaned quietly in her sleep, "mmmmmmmmmm..."

"Oh GHOD!" I hissed through clenched teeth as my dick jerked and spat a bubble of pre-cum into the child's mouth at the delicious sensation. I took the tiny nipple between thumb and forefinger and rolled it gently. "Num, num, num, mmmMMMMMMmmmmm..." the unconscious little tyke moaned, her warm mouth reflexively nibbling and suckling at my dick.

My toes curled in ecstasy as the deeply slumbering child gobbled and snorted on the rigid penis in her mouth. I grabbed wildly for the TV remote, to mute the distracting noise so I could more clearly hear the obscene sounds of the child's oblivious slurping and moaning on my dick. But when I stopped fondling her nipple to reach for the remote, her little mouth dropped open again and she resumed snoring.

I reached down to slip the child's panties down to her knees and nestled my hand between her soft thighs. I groaned heavily with lust as I lightly stroked her slippery little vulva and watched her wet lips slowly close again around my throbbing dick head, "Gom, gom, g- gom, gommmMMMMMMMMMmmm..." she dreamily moaned, slurping noisily on my quivering penis.

I'd been shaking on the verge of orgasm for so long I'd reached a plateau of arousal, and desperately wanted to maintain it as long as I could. I'd manipulate the child's little pussy to feel her moan and suck me to the brink of orgasm, then, just before climax, I'd withdraw my finger and her slack jaw would drop open as I clenched my teeth and shivered to quell the explosion.

I'd sit panting and gasping for a while, watching my throbbing dick leaking into her gaping mouth and waiting for the moment of crisis to pass, then dip my finger back in to tease her drooling little pussy and watch her unconsciously gobble my stiff dick back into her mouth to resume moaning and sucking. It was like using the little girl's mouth to masturbate myself, using her tumescent little clitoris as a remote control. I was in pedophile nirvana, my swamped brain seething with the endorphins of kiddie-sex desires, as I teased myself with her wet little mouth.

"Oh, Amy is such a nasty little slut, aren't you, little baby girl," I murmured to the snoring little 7-year-old in my lap, twirling her pigtails and fondling her naked body as my swollen penis throbbed and leaked into her slack mouth. "Okay, now Daddy's ready for some more... suck it, baby... suck Daddy's big, nasty dick, Amy," I groaned as my finger dipped between her dewy little pussy lips and resumed stroking.

"Gum gum gum goomMMMMMMMMMMMmmmm," the sleeping child moaned, gobbling my rigid penis into her mouth and slurping wetly on the thing, saliva bubbling out of her tightly stretched lips. I shifted slightly for a better view, tickled her tiny clitoris and she sucked it deeper, plastering the fat head against the roof of her mouth, stuck fast by the sticky grape jelly.

With my dick stuck to the roof of her mouth, the kid's soft little tongue greedily slurped at the sensitive underside of my penis and I finally lost all control.

"Ogod ogod ogod ogod," I whimpered helplessly as I felt my tortured prostate clench hard. I plunged two wiggling fingers deep into the child's slimy little vagina and she hunched forward, gobbling my quivering dick in halfway to the root. Grunting and moaning, the little kid urgently sucked and chewed on the fat penis, her crooked little teeth scraping the heavily veined flesh as I wiggled my fingers in her juicy little hole.

My eyes rolled white in my head and I roared my sweet release as I felt my bloated prostate explode. My straining dick swelled and blasted a geyser of long pent-up semen into the little girl's frantically slurping mouth.

"Num, num, num, num, g-g- GLLLORPPPPP!" the kid choked as the torrent of sperm exploded into her sucking mouth, gushed through her nasal cavities and squirted milky jets of stinking male sex slime from both tiny nostrils.

"G- g- ghod, s- SUCK it, little baby, s- SUCK IT!" I roared, wiggling my fingers deep inside the child's cunt and whimpering with relief as my quivering penis jerked and heaved and squirted in her warm mouth.

The child choked and sneezed, which squirted another mess of semen from her nose, then moaned "mmmMMMMMMMMM," as gush after gush of the hot sperm pumped into her mouth and formed greasy bubbles as it dripped from her dilated little nostrils.

The little kid just kept moaning and gobbling on my dick long after she'd sucked my clenched balls dry, yet the spent penis still jerked in her mouth, straining to squeeze out the last droplets of semen as my stunning orgasm slowly subsided.

A deep rumble of distant thunder drowned out my heavy groan of relief as I finally tugged my spent penis out of the child's slimy mouth. I slowly sucked my wet fingers out of her little cunt, her jaw dropped open and she resumed snoring as the reeking sperm bubbled from her mouth and dripped from her tiny nose.

*****

I withdrew my hand from the child's crotch and slumped back against the sofa, panting. I just sat there for a time, my spent dick tingling with contentment, listening to the heavy rain lashing the windows and gazing at the sperm dripping from the unconscious child's slack mouth. I marveled at the astonishing power of eroticism; how imagination and longing for forbidden sex transformed the physical pleasure of sexual arousal and orgasm into something a thousand times more viscerally gratifying.

What was it, I wondered, that made me so deeply crave sexual relations with a small child? Why wasn't a simple orgasm enough, in my girlfriend's vagina, or just in my hand? Why was it so unimaginably more gratifying to finger-fuck a little girl who weighed perhaps 45 pounds, ejaculate deep in her mouth and watch my sperm squirt from her tiny nose? What made the disgustingly depraved act of sexually molesting a child so deeply compelling, so exquisitely satisfying?

I lifted the sleeping little girl, carried her to bed, tucked her in beneath the pink Barbie bedspread. I used a tissue to mop up the semen still glistening on her little lips, kissed her on the cheek and closed the door as I left the room.

I checked my clothes in the bathroom; no longer dripping but still damp, so I walked naked to the kitchen and carried the bottle of port to the living room. It was still early yet, and there was no way I could sleep with salacious memories of exquisitely thrilling kiddie sex echoing in my mind.

I found an old movie on the television, poured a glass of port and sat back to watch. Glancing down at the flaccid, wet dick lying on my thigh, I grinned ruefully, thinking how fortunate it was that my girlfriend would not be back in town for another few days. It would take me at least that long to recover from my feverish sexual marathon with the oblivious little 7-year-old kid sleeping peacefully down the hall.

After the first hour the film grew boring. I snapped off the TV, drained the last of the port and decided to explore the house. Mommy's bedroom was much as expected -- an unmade bed, trashy novel and a half-full ashtray on the nightstand, dresser cluttered with makeup. I opened a drawer to find a pile of the fat woman's enormous bras and panties.

Beneath them I found a few magazines and a shockingly huge, black dildo, as thick as the business end of a baseball bat, and at least a foot long. So this was how Mommy got her jollies. The thing was sticky to the touch, obviously recently used. I flipped through the magazines, pictures of men with unusually large penises fucking unusually busty women, or cumming in their mouths. Chuckling to myself, I tossed the magazines and sticky horse dildo back into the drawer.

In the next drawer down I found a pile of photo-print envelopes. I scooped up the photos and sat on the bed to browse through them. Some were just boring snapshots --vacation photos, shots of the woman's garden, co-workers at a company picnic. But most were pictures of little Amy. In fourteen envelopes I saw not one shot that hinted anyone pictured was a relative. No wonder the Social Services bureau had to be called in to look after the kid.

In one packet Amy was younger, perhaps five years old. One of these showed her in little "footie" pajamas, with the top unzipped at the front to reveal her tiny nipples, a ratty stuffed animal dangling from her hand as she looked up with a bewildered expression. I sucked in my breath as I came upon one that showed the child asleep on a sofa, wearing a baby-doll nightie and nothing else. The nightie had ridden up above her belly button and the kid's legs were carelessly splayed, displaying her babyfat little pussy. Another in this series was a closeup of the sleeping child's face, mouth slack and drooling on the pillow, looking as though she might be on the verge of orgasm. My dick twitched as I kissed this one. Though I'd seen a lot of child porn, I'd never knowingly masturbated to a 5-year-old, but these photos I would definitely use.

I put away the photos, gathered up my selections and went to the living room to tuck them into my briefcase. I switched off the lights and padded down the hall, my abdomen tingling at the thought of sleeping with a little girl for the first time.

The kid was curled up on her side under the covers, hugging her teddy bear, sucking her thumb and snoring quietly. I snapped off the light, climbed in and snuggled up to her back to complete the scene; the child hugging her plush toy, me hugging the child. My flaccid dick twitched at the sensation of her warm, soft bottom through the thin cotton panties. My nostrils flared at the scent of her skin, the stench of her warm, spermy breath as she snored.

I gently tugged the little teddy bear from her grasp, dropped it on the bed and enfolded the sleeping child in my arms. The kid's body was so small she felt like a little teddy bear herself. I sighed as I reached around her to feel the child's tiny nipples, all flat and soft now in repose. My hand slowly moved down to trace the sweet curve of her babyfat tummy, feel her childish, "outie" belly button.

My dick began to tingle and stir as my hand dipped beneath her baggy panties to cup the kid's pudgy little sex lips in my palm. Blood began to course into my lengthening penis as my hand slowly moved up again to fondle her smooth, featureless chest and back down again to her little sex. The darkness enhanced the forbidden eroticism of fondling a small child sleeping in her bed, focused sensation on the tenderness of the child's flesh, made the act seem more intimate and arousing.

The unconscious child just lay inert, sucking her thumb and snoring as I fondled her tiny body. I felt my dick thickening now with each beat of my heart. It twitched each time my hand slipped beneath the kid's loose underwear, the culmination of a lifelong craving to reach beneath little cartoon-print kiddie panties and feel the soft, fleshy mound of a small child.

I tugged the tiny panties down, nestled my swelling penis between the child's soft thighs and sighed as I felt the sweet warmth radiating from her pussy lips. I began thrusting gently between her soft, babyfat thighs as I fondled the naked little tyke. Except for the rain lashing the windows the dark room was utterly silent, which made my heavy breathing sound unnaturally loud.

I groped in the darkness for the child's face, felt the little fist at her mouth. Her jaw moved nearly imperceptibly as the sleeping kid sucked her thumb, unaware that I was fondling her body and masturbating myself between her soft little thighs. Panting now, I gripped the child's tiny bottom and fucked between her small thighs and soft pussy lips. Wet and slippery now with my pre-cum, the warm crevice felt like an aroused, lubricated vagina.

My exhausted penis was only semi-rigid now, but my lecherous brain was fully engorged with pedosexual craving to molest the little girl, to use her tiny, limp body yet again for my pleasure. Fueled by the alcohol and by a lifetime of child sex desires, lust overcame judgment.

I reached down to nudge open the child's little labia with my slippery dick head and moaned loudly as the semi-soft organ glided smoothly into the kid's moist little sex hole. "Mfph," the kid grunted quietly, then resumed snoring as my balls gently came to rest against her soft bottom.

Less frenzied now after my glorious orgasm in the little girl's mouth, I just lay still, languidly fondling the child's body in the darkness and savoring the creamy warmth of her pussy. Her steady breathing and quiet snoring emphasized the depravity of fucking an innocent child as she slept.

I could feel my grateful penis throbbing gently inside her and tried to form a mental image of how it might appear in a sonogram -- the rigid dick thick and slimy with female sexual arousal and sperm, the full length of it clasped warmly by the child's softly ridged vaginal canal, the fat dick head throbbing and drooling pre-cum into her tiny, immature cervix.

Without moving I concentrated hard, contracted my abdomen, groaning and grinning as I felt the thing bloat slightly inside the child, her little pussy gently squeezing as the delicate vaginal flesh tightened its moist grip.

Mouth wide open and panting now, I bloated the thing again and groaned with pleasure as the little pussy squeezed. "Oh... yessssssssss..." I breathed heavily, my hands trembling as I fondled the naked child. "Lil Amy feels so sweet inside, baby," I babbled to the unconscious child, my tongue swollen with lust. "Daddy's always wanted to fuck a very LITTLE girl like you, Amy," I hissed, bloating my dick inside her again. "It feels so... so wrong... so sweet... so deliciously f- filthy..."

The little kid just lay inert, sucking her thumb and snoring quietly as my motionless penis bloated and contracted and throbbed, drooling slimy pre-cum deep inside her. The bedclothes over us trapped and concentrated the musky scents of sweat, sperm and the child's warm vaginal secretions. My nostrils quivered at the rank smells of sex in a child's bed.

Hovering on the brink of orgasm, but less desperate for relief than before, I ground my teeth, trying to see low long I could prolong the sweet ecstasy of peak arousal before giving in. I talked to the snoring little kid to further stimulate my growing sexual tension, whispered my most depraved, disgusting desires to the deeply impaled little 7-year-old.

Mental images began forming as I fondled and fucked the child in the darkness, my prostate trembling in anticipation of relief. I thought of the photo of the 5-year-old child playing on the swing, her little panty crotch wet; the kid on the sofa, displaying her bald pussy. I remembered the bored, dispassionate look on her oblivious face yesterday, while she lazily sucked her thumb and laconically rocked her plump little tummy on my pubic bone until I ejaculated deep inside her.

The rain had slackened now, and I could hear my ragged breathing and the wet squishing sounds as my penis thrust into the snoring little kid. My trembling hand snaked down the child's stumpy leg to fondle her baby-soft, miniature foot in the darkness. Enclosing the tiny thing in my palm emphasized how very small the kid was. I remembered the naive little tyke's toothless grin as she held up stubby fingers to show me she was 7 years old.

That last, vivid memory was just too much for my seething brain to handle. I snuggled my balls tightly against the soft bottom until my penis quivered deep inside the little girl. I wrapped my arms tightly around the sleeping child, held my breath for a long moment, then unclenched my taut abdomen and just let it all go.

"Yes... yes... g- ghod, y- yes..." I hissed, as my dick bloated and gushed deep inside the little tot. The orgasm was less intense than before, but much more prolonged, sweeter, more satisfying.

"Daddy's little f- FUCK bunny!" I gasped, savoring the delicious sensation of the warm sperm coursing through my dick to slime the child's little vagina with each long, slow spasm. The semen began to bubble out of the child's tender fuck hole as my squirting penis jerked and heaved deep inside the little girl.

The sound of the child's quiet snoring as I frantically ejaculated in her made the act seem grotesquely obscene and satisfying. I imagined the little girl peacefully dreaming of dolls and bunny rabbits as I grunted and strained to satisfy my lust in her frail little body, gritting my teeth and willing the delicious spasms to go on, and on. I must have spasmed 17 times inside her before it was finally over, and I relaxed my desperate grip on the child's limp body.

When I finally came to my senses, I realized that I was propped up on one elbow, and my tongue was hanging out of my mouth, drooling onto the child's pigtails. I slumped back to the mattress, gasping and shaking with relief. I wore a dazed grin as I lazily stroked the kid's round little tummy and savored the sensation of my spent penis twitching and tingling gratefully inside her warm, sloppy vagina.

I marveled again at the astonishing power of eroticism. My depraved compulsion to sexually molest a small child had driven me to three stunning orgasms in the same day. I don't think that had happened since I was about 19. My sated dick twitched inside her as the fetid stench of sperm dripping from the kid's little vagina reached my nostrils. I strained to make out her peacefully sleeping face in the darkness, knowing when she awoke the little girl would have no idea that she'd been sexually defiled by a sweating pedophile for half the night as she slept, and would have no clue of the significance even if she did realize what I'd done.

I felt a cool sensation beneath me as the slimy sperm puddled into a wet spot on the sheet. Too languid and contented to move, I just left my softening penis tucked up inside the little girl and let the semen slowly leak out of her. I'd have plenty of time to wash the fouled sheets and fuck towels tomorrow, before the Social Services babysitter arrived. Open windows and a few blasts of air freshener would clear the rancid odors of sweat and feverish kiddie sex. Some extra attention in the bathtub would hose away the reeking jism puddled inside the child's defiled little vagina. And the little girl would be just as happy and oblivious as ever.

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