When the thing finally stopped twitching and jerking inside her, I groggily gripped the little girl under her armpits and lifted, to suck my spent dick out of her. She giggled again as my thumbs brushed over her tiny nipplets, and beamed a proud, gap-toothed grin at me as she watched the wet penis slap down into the hairs of my abdomen, still dribbling little after-spurts of my orgasmic ecstasy, stimulated by the droplets of warm sperm dripping from her vagina.

In the bathroom I settled the little girl into my lap in a rust-streaked tub, to wash away the street grime, stale sweat and semen still dripping from her used little hole. When the water ran brown from the soil I scrubbed off her filthy little feet, I idly wondering when the kid had last bathed. Still basking in the sweet glow of kiddie sex euphoria, my spent dick tried to respond as I gently soaped and rinsed her tiny nipples, but the devastating intensity of my first orgasm inside a small child had literally sucked all the passion and desire out of me.

After bathing I left the room to open another beer as the little girl peed and brushed her teeth. I didn't bother to dress, since the room was warm from the peculiar local phenomenon of temperature actually rising after sunset. The child finally emerged from the bathroom in her faded nightie, rubbing her eyes and sleepy. She smiled shyly at me, mumbled something, then knelt down by the bed to say her prayers.

I silently prayed along with her, another prayer of fervent gratitude for the use of a willing child's body. Again my spent dick tried unsuccessfully to respond as I heard her chant the words in her childish, sing-song voice and gazed at the enticingly tiny bottom demurely hidden beneath the frayed hem of her nightie.

She clambered awkwardly into the bed, then whined something in a petulant voice, pointing across the room, so I fetched her threadbare doll, which she clutched to her flat chest as she curled onto her side.

Seething with conflicting emotions of shame, guilt and endorphins of sated lust, my fevered brain was far too restless for sleep. I paced the room, noticed a worn Bible, and slumped into a chair to seek some solace, or at least distraction from my troubled thoughts. I sipped the beer and flipped the book open to a random page, which told the story of Mary Magdalene. Oh, shit, I thought, here it comes. Divine retribution for my depraved acts. God just threw the only slut in the Bible right in my face.

I put down the book and the beer, dropped my head into my hands and shook it. How could this happen to me? I thought. How could I so casually discard a lifetime of faith and devotion, just in a moment of carnal lust for the undeveloped body of a 7-year-old child?

Somehow, my aching brain dredged up a distant memory, a concept advanced long ago by a well respected former priest, who'd resigned to preach philosophy rather than religion. His premise was a simple one -- that many, if not most, Christian notions of morality and even theology had been adopted long after the death of Christ, not preached by him. The life lessons given us by Christ, he argued, were few and simple. Respect God, love one another, don't envy, kill, cause others pain, seek revenge for wrongs done. Leave punishment and revenge to God.

So... I hadn't done any of those things. Sure, what I'd done was outrageously wrong in the eyes of society and the law, but perhaps not in the eyes of God. Even my secret desires were... well, yeah, lust is one of the "seven deadly sins," but Christ never mentioned it. All those rules were cobbled together long after he ied, by hypocrites now well known to have fucked anything that moved.

On a fundamental level, what was the harm in kissing and touching a willing little girl, making her happy with good food, orange soda, and a joyous, juicy orgasm that thrilled her to her toes? And why should I deny her the obvious pride and satisfaction she enjoyed by returning my affections in the only way she knew? In the... the warm... soft... juicy little... only way she knew...

This long stretch of a rationalization calmed me somewhat and I managed a wry smile as I glanced over at the tiny form of the child peacefully slumbering across the room. My mind still reeled with guilt and shame, but the innocent frailty of her small body now also elicited a contented glow of philanthropy, knowing how much food my money would buy her family, rather than the desperate kiddie sex lust the sight of her had initially inspired.

I smiled and stood to switch off the bare ceiling bulb, but the light level dimmed only slightly, due to the harsh glare of a street lamp just outside the window. I crossed the room, pulled aside the sheet and crawled into bed quietly, so as not to wake the little kid, who was curled into a ball facing away from me. I glanced at her and smiled at her freckled face looking so pale and angelic as she contentedly sucked her thumb and hugged her little doll, then rolled onto my back and closed my eyes.

*****

Sleep came quickly, aided by the sheer physical exhaustion of my shattering climax earlier, and the soothing relaxation of my post-orgasmic torpor.

Some time later I was jolted awake by something. I didn't know what had awakened me, but I tensed, frantically scanning the room, acutely aware that I was stark naked and alone in a ramshackle hovel, in a desperately poor and none-too-safe neighborhood.

Nothing. The street lamp outside cast enough light through the window for me to see well enough even with the shade down, and the mostly bare, single room offered not much hiding potential. My tensed muscles relaxed and my head dropped back to the pillow. Then I heard something again and I froze. My arm dropped silently to grope on the dusty floor for one of my shoes, the only kind of weapon readily at hand.

Tense seconds ticked by, then my head jerked as I heard another quiet sound. I heard it clearly this time. "Mmmph..." Right beside me. I quietly put down the shoe and exhaled for the first time in a minute. It was just the little tyke beside me dreaming, still clutching her doll and sucking her thumb.

"m- m- m- Mph..." she said again, in a different tone, and I turned to look. She was sucking her thumb urgently, and saliva was bubbling out of her mouth. And her free hand, the one not clutching the doll to her chest, was moving beneath the faded little nightie.

My recovering penis twitched as I realized what was going on. One of my most cherished fantasies had long been to watch, to hear, a little girl as she masturbated. I held myself still, trying to silence even my breathing so as not to disturb the show. My hand crept down, as quietly as I could manage, to curl around my thickening erection and silently join her in self gratification.

"Mmmph... mmmph... mmmph..." the kid grunted on her thumb as I slowly stroked my fully bloated erection and struggled to conceal my increasingly ragged breathing. I rolled to my side, facing her, and gently tugged down the bed sheet to gaze at her deliciously tiny bottom twisting and grinding as she pleasured herself. The goofy panda face on her little panties seemed to wink at me, a viscous runnel of pre-cum drooled from my throbbing dick, and I lost all self-control.

"H- here, let me h- help, little Maria," I murmured into the child's hair as my hand curled around her babyfat tummy and dipped down into her little panties. "Padre knows how to make little girls feel very, very nice," I panted.

The little kid gasped and snuggled into me, squirming her back to press into my chest as my finger dipped down and began stroking gently in the slick warmth puddled between her miniature sex lips. Teased by the warmth of the child's flesh, my dick drooled its anticipation and I unconsciously pressed forward, to glide it between her tightly clasped legs and begin stroking it between her soft, tiny thighs.

I tugged the little doll from her grasp, vaguely heard it rattle to the floor as my free hand crept beneath the threadbare nightie to fondle the child's tiny nipples, now puckered into stiff little raisinettes by her sexual arousal.

"G- ghummmph... ghummmp... ghuuuummmph" she grunted onto her wet thumb as I fondled the delicate flesh of her bony chest and babyfat little tummy, bucking her skinny hips into my masturbating finger as I sweated and hunched into the sweet warmth between her clenched and trembling little thighs.

My wet finger found the quivering little hole and I slowly dipped it in, wriggling it in to the last knuckle, pressing my palm down and rolling it to spread apart the little pussy lips and stimulate the tiny, pink nexus of the child's sexual need.

"n- n- n- g- gha-AEEEEEEE!" the little girl screamed, so loudly that I jerked my hand from her straining nipples to clap it over her mouth in fear of discovery. Her little body went rigid, jerked and heaved, tiny fingers clutching at the sheets as her little legs flailed wildly and she screamed her orgasmic ecstasy into the palm of my hand.

I finally peeled my palm from the little girl's face, dripping with saliva, and bent over to kiss her, a long kiss, as I waited for the spasms of her relief sucking and clenching on my finger to subside.

The little kid never said a word, just grinned back in my face as I smiled down at her and gently sucked my wet finger from her quivering little vagina. Her lips curled into a weak smile, her eyes fluttered shut, her head fell back onto the pillow and she snuggled her body contentedly back into mine. Then her eyes popped open again and she jerked her head sideways to look at me.

"Padre, ah..." I didn't understand the words that followed, but didn't need to as I felt her little fingers curl around the stiff thing I was still hunching between her tiny thighs.

"Y- yes, Maria, I need to... Oh, ghod, just... never mind, little baby, it'll be over in a minute," I gasped, gripping her slim waist, gritting my teeth and shamelessly hunching myself in the warm slickness between her little thighs.

The little girl craned her neck down to watch the desperate thrusts of my dripping dick between her thighs, then suddenly squirmed out of my grasp, scooted to the foot of the bed, pouting.

"No, Padre, no," she said, wagging her head. "No bueno como esta, para... para usted, Padre..."

I understood, both her words and her intent, but... no. I couldn't do... that... again. I'd always dreamed about it, God had finally granted me my most fervent wish... I'd used a little girl. And it was over. Finally.

I smiled, as benignly as I could under the circumstances, gazing at a willing little 7-year-old, as my throbbing dick dripped on the mattress.

"No, Maria, ah... Oh, I don't know how to say it in your language, but... you're a sweet little girl, and Padre just needs to... well... ah... you'll see. You know..."

I smiled at the child, closed my eyes and reached to grab my aching dick for the last few strokes that would explain the words she hadn't understood.

She suddenly darted forward and my jaw dropped, my eyes bulged when I felt her soft tongue, looked down to see the child's large, liquid eyes happily gazing up into mine as she sucked.

Despite my desperate need for relief, I jerked the thing out of the child's wet mouth, I couldn't do THAT.

"NO, Maria, No!" I gasped, struggling for the words that fled from my head in crisis. "NO, es... ah... es muy malo!"

The little girl looked up at me, shyly, but more calm and reserved than before. "Es malo, pero... no como otra hombre," she grinned.

"Que me gusta otra hombre?" the little girl beamed up at me with a semi-toothless grin.

"I... Maria, honey, I don't know how that other man did it, but... Oh, Christ, just let me get finished so we can go to sleep, okay, honey?" I said, stroking her stringy hair and reaching again for my aching dick.

The kid again shook her head, jerked her nightie up and off, wriggled out of the little panda bear panties and crawled to me on hands and knees. "Esto es mejor para usted, Padre" she whispered over her shoulder, wagging her tiny, pale bottom at me. "Qué quieres, como otro hombre, Padre?"

["Is it better for you like this? Do you want it like that other man?"]

The position parted the child's miniature vulva lips and I stared with bulging eyes at the tiny pink hole gleaming with the little girl's sexual arousal in the dim light of the room. "Vas en MI, Padre... en MI..." the little girl urged, pointing her stumpy finger at the creamy, miniature bottom she wagged tantalizingly back and forth before me.

I scrambled off the bed to stand facing the skinny kid, sweating, my rigid dick dripping on the floor. "Ogod, n- no... no, Maria, you... you're too LITTLE, honey..." I hissed, unable to tear my eyes away as I watched my hand press the fat dick head between the puffy lips, and felt the sweet warmth pulsing from the child's sex. The little girl bit her lip and grinned at me over her shoulder as she felt it. "Si, EN mi, Padre... vas EN mi," she whispered, wagging her tiny bottom.

"Ogod, n- no, you're too little," I gasped as I felt her lips part to swallow the shiny dick head, "You... you're j- just a... a LITTLE girl," I gasped as my trembling fingers curled into her soft bottom and pulled to glide my grateful penis slowly into the sucking little hole until my balls gently came to rest against her.

"Huf... huf... s- si, es EN mi, Padre," the kid grunted, dropping her head and panting quietly as my dick throbbed and oozed in the creamy warmth of her tightly clutching child-size vagina. "E- es b- bueno en mi, Padre?"

My aching prostate clenched hard as I gazed down at the deliciously depraved sight of my shaking hands gripping the tiny bottom, my thick penis deeply skewering the frail little 7-year-old beneath me. All self-control evaporated at the exquisite sensation as I slowly dragged my gleaming dick out to the bulbous head, and watched the tiny pink hole suck it deeply back into her body.

"Omig- ghod, forgive me, father, for I have s-SINNED," I babbled as my nostrils quivered at the musky odor of the child's warm sex goo, the obscenely wet slapping of my balls against the soft little bottom.

"S- sorry little M- Maria... p- pretty little Maria, I didn't mean to f- FUCK you," I grunted through gritted teeth as I uncontrollably rutted inside her. "S- so n- NASTY, fu- fucking Maria's sweet little... baby... p- PUSSY, oghod..."

"Ef... ef... ef... ef... okay... okay, Padre," the child grunted, her head hung, the little silver cross swinging wildly at her neck, her slight body bouncing on the bed with each delicious thrust.

I fell forward to grasp the child's bony rib cage, hunching and drooling on her back. "L- little angel," I gasped as my tingling fingers stroked and fondled her tiny nipples. "G- God's sweet littlegirl angel, sweet little f- FUCK toy angel from heaven... just for me..."

"Ef... ef... ef... v- vas en mi, Padre, v- VAS en mi... VAS en mi... VAS en mi, Padre..." the kid chanted, her high-pitched, singsong voice stuttering as I grunted and lunged and fondled her naked body.

Her childishly innocent voice as she urged me on --"DO it in me, DO it in me, Father" made my tortured prostate explode. "L- little... f- fucking... ANGEL!" I roared, plunging my quivering penis in to the root and hysterically grunting my relief as it jerked and heaved and frantically ejaculated in the warm, creamy depths of the little girl's clutching vagina.

I howled like a wounded elk, desperately grinding my squirting penis deeply inside the grunting little tyke. Her kneeling position made my massive load spurt from the child's overstuffed little cunt, to splash into the hairs of my balls. My whole body trembled with ecstatic release, my depraved pleasure exquisitely sharpened by the pungent, musky aromas of sweat and child sex and sperm dripping from my wrinkled balls.

"Se terminó, Padre?" the little girl murmured over her should to me.

"Y- yeah, little Maria, I- I'm all finished, honey," I gasped, caressing her soft bottom as I slowly ground my spent, tingling penis in the sweet warmth of her sloppy, dripping little pussy. The child again turned to gaze at me with a shy, proud grin as she watched me gasping and fondling her milky bottom, still grinding my softening dick deeply inside her. "M- muy bueno, little Maria," I gasped, managing a weak smile as I gazed into her freckled little face. "Muy, muy, muy, MUY bueno," I whispered, closing my eyes and hunching deep to squirt another little aftershock of semen into the little girl.

After a long moment I regretfully sucked my spent dick out of the child, my cheeks flushed with orgasmic ecstasy and burning with shame as I saw her obscenely distended little hole gaping open and ruddy from our frantic sexual intercourse.

The little girl bit her lip shyly and giggled her endearing gap-toothed grin at me, and my dick twitched again as I watched her used little pussy drooling viscous runnels of stinking sperm that formed milky puddles on the sheet between her splayed legs.

After bathing we slept naked together, the little child curled into my arms and snoring contentedly, clutching her doll to her chest.

The next morning I escorted Maria home and settled accounts with Miguel and Pedro, me blushing furiously, they beaming with joy at the sight of so much dinero. My heart ached when the little barefoot girl in the worn and faded play dress gave me a shy smile and waved, "Adios, Padre..."

I hurried to the rectory, flipped on my computer and began composing an email message to the chief administrator of the diocesan office back home. I explained that I'd had a change of heart, and requested a year-long extension of my stay here in Santa Cruz. I paused halfway through, trying to think of an excuse for this decision that sounded somewhat plausible.

My heart racing, my mind still fogged by indelible memories, I couldn't concentrate at all. I went to the vestibule, borrowed a cigarette from the secretary and stepped outside to smoke it, lost in thought. It was the first cigarette I'd had in six years or so, and my fingers trembled as I smoked it.

I returned to the computer, my fingers hovering over the keys, then sighed heavily and hit the Cancel button.

After packing, I had a a few hours before my evening flight, so I took a final stroll through the barrio.

My first stop was at the district's only bank, where I arranged for $20,000 to be wired from my savings account, to fund an annuity that would yield monthly payments to Pedro Rodriguez Tunupa. With the help of a friendly, bi-lingual clerk, I composed a carefully written document for delivery to Pedro. It explained that the donor wished to remain anonymous, and that the only condition of the bequest was that none of his children would ever again have to work for money until age 21.

My second stop was at the only clothing shop within walking distance, where I browsed through the children's clothing section, looking for a pair of little pink panties with a goofy, cartoon panda bear face front and back. I never found it.

End