It had been the worst year of my life. I'd finally obtained the divorce I wanted from my selfish, shrewish wife, but it cost me the loss of my home, most of the meager savings I'd put away for the education of the child we never had, and a good part of my sanity.

I'd moved into a cramped apartment, driving a well-used Toyota to work, after she got the Volvo. My alarmed friends and colleagues urged me to take some time off, to recover.

About all I had left, besides the Toyota, was my little sailboat, so I decided to take a month off from work, to just cruise down the east coast, blissfully alone, hoping to regain some perspective on life.

Even that didn't turn out too well. I was becalmed for two entire days going nowhere, followed by rain squalls the next few days, then an offshore storm that dangerously bent a turnbuckle. And most of the marinas I found along the way were squalid places, unkempt and stinking of diesel fuel.

Finally, in South Florida, the weather broke and I found a berth in a pleasant marina, so I decided to stay a few days, for rest and repairs.

Aside from the garishly dressed, fat older couple with a pretentiously expensive fishing trawler in the next slip, who were always drunk and arguing, the marina was quiet and serene.

Boat people are the friendliest in the world, and on my first day I'd met a nice couple three slips down, in a sailboat much bigger than mine. They'd even invited me to dinner with them twice, and we talked convivially about boats and cruising trips we'd taken as I tried to keep from staring at their breathtakingly pretty little girl.

Like most pedophiles, I'm deeply in the closet about my secret desires. I've never acted on the impulse in real life, but I never miss an opportunity to admire the innocent beauty of a lovely child.

*****

It was mid-afternoon and I'd just finished the unpleasant task of scrubbing a fresh deposit of cormorant shit off the deck. I opened a beer and relaxed in the cockpit, basking in the sun and gentle rocking of the boat, listening to the raucous caws of gulls. A few slips down, I heard something else, an impatiently frustrated male voice shouting down into the cabin, "C'mon, hon, we've gotta get going."

The nice couple I'd met finally stepped onto the dock, the little girl in tow. They approached my boat. "Hey there, sport," the guy said with a sunny grin. "Beautiful day. Why aren't you out cruising in the sunshine?"

"Naaah, too lazy," I grinned up at him, hoisting my beer. Then he came to the point.

"Ah, we've got this little problem, see..." the guy said. "We've been invited to this big party over in South Beach, and... well, the guy's a little freaky about having kids around. I heard one drowned in his pool during a party a few years ago, so... ahhh... would you mind if Lisa hung out with you for a while until we get back?"

The girl grinned up at me. She wore a bright yellow t-shirt with a Gap Kids logo, faded red shorts and pink plastic sandals. Once again, for the eleventh time, I noticed that her coppery red hair and freckled face looked vaguely familiar.

God, no, I thought, that's the last thing I need, imagining what torture it would be to watch the enticing little kid scampering all over the boat all afternoon. Worse, it would leave me no opportunity to indulge my almost daily ritual of cruising child modeling sites looking for fresh, new little faces to stimulate the fantasies I needed to relieve my sexual tension.

"Well... uh... I'd love to help, John, but actually, I was just about to leave, to go anchor out in the bay to catch the sunset," I lied as convincingly as I could.

"Oh, that's no problem," the guy said. "We won't be back until after midnight. Surely you'll be back well before then. Lisa loves cruising, and she's quite good about her boat etiquette, aren't you, honey?" The little girl grinned and nodded enthusiastically, her pigtails bouncing.

"I'd really appreciate it," he went on. "The guy's a client of mine, and it's really important that I go. Lisa likes you, and we don't know anyone else here. Beside, I can't think of anyone more trustworthy than a college professor like you. She's really not much trouble. She's got her jammies with her, and she can just bunk in here until we get back, if we're late. Whadd'ya say? Buy you a case of beer?"

I reluctantly, and stupidly, agreed. The child eagerly hopped into the cockpit and waved bye-bye as her parents strode down the dock, then dumped her backpack onto the lazarette. She dug into it for sunscreen and began oiling her freckled face and bony little shoulders as I finished my beer.

"So, you want to go find a good place to watch the sunset?" I asked her. "Sure!" she chirped, flashing her endearingly gap-toothed grin at me, missing a baby tooth in front. "Can I do the bow lines? I know how!"

I cranked the engine, she scampered forward and grinned back at me. "Ready?"

I nodded. As she crouched to free the line she suddenly seemed even more familiar. I knew I'd seen her before, somewhere...

The boat slowly glided out of the slip and the little girl stretched out on the foredeck on her stomach, her bright red pigtails flapping in the breeze, her skinny legs bent at the knees, kicking her little feet happily, giving me glimpses of white panties beneath the leghole of her shorts.

Suddenly it hit me. It was the red hair, and the curve of her tiny butt. She looked strikingly similar to one of the girls on a child modeling site I frequented. Was this really her? If so, she wasn't called Lisa on the site.

I couldn't remember the name of the model, but my dick stirred uncomfortably in my shorts as I remembered the photos. The look-alike little model never posed naked, but many of the photos were shockingly erotic -- on her hands & knees, wiggling her tiny bottom at the camera, smirking and lifting her little t-shirt almost high enough to expose her tiny nipples, lying among rumpled sheets in an unkempt bed, stumpy legs spread widely apart, with disheveled hair and a dreamy, satisfied grin.

*****

We approached a shoal, I cut the engine and went forward to drop the anchor, watching to make sure it dug in and set. It was much cooler out here, a couple miles from the marina, with a nice onshore sea breeze as the boat swung at anchor in a gentle swell.

I got a beer for me and a soda for the girl, and we sat in the cockpit, chatting, the child kicking her little feet as she sipped her soda and told me about herself. The missing baby tooth gave her the cutest little lisp when she talked.

With childish solemnity she proudly told me she'd just turned eight years old, her birthday was last week. She'd be entering third grade in the fall. St. Mary's Elementary School.

My heart skipped a beat as I remembered the "First Day of First Grade" set of photos I'd downloaded. The series started out with Lisa's look-alike model sitting in a classroom in a girl's school uniform, ended in a queen-size bed wearing nothing but white knee socks, tiny, flat training bra and cartoon panties.

I looked at her heavily freckled face, red hair gleaming in the sun, crooked little teeth. I had to know.

"Lisa, you're a very pretty little girl," I said. "I'll bet you could be a model when you grow up."

The kid took a gulp from her soda and grinned. "Naw, I awready AM a model," she beamed proudly. "I been doin' it for almos' two years, sinth I was six."

My dick jerked and thickened in my pants. Was it really her? How many intense orgasms I'd had, gazing with a dry mouth at this little girl's panty crotch as she spread her skinny legs for my lusting eyes.

"Wow, I'm impressed," I said, my eyes traveling down the child's slender, tanned thighs, knobby knees, delicately tiny feet. "What... ah... what kind of modeling do you do, honey?" I asked as casually as I could manage. It could be the kid just dressed up for those ridiculous kiddie beauty pageants.

"Oh, I do fathion modeling," the child lisped proudly. "My Daddy buys me pretty clothes, an' I model them, an' Daddy takes the pit'churs. Someplace in Florida buys 'em for lots of money, 'cuz my Daddy's a real good photog-afer."

"Well, so am I, little scamp," I grinned. "You want to model for me, too?"

"N'kay!" the little girl beamed back at me. "But... but I din't bring any of the dresses an' stuff I usually wear. I just got this," she said, looking down at her Gap Kids t-shirt, little shorts and sandals. Well, that an' my swimsuit. Is that okay?"

I swallowed hard. "Ah... sure, Lisa. Why not model in your swimsuit, since it's such a warm, sunny day?"

The kid snatched up her satchel and followed as I led her below. "You can change in here, okay, and then come up on deck," I said, ushering her into the master cabin and closing the door behind her.

I retrieved my camera and returned to the cockpit, removing the lens cap with shaking hands.

A minute later the little tyke emerged, scampering across the cockpit barefoot, in a terrycloth beach robe. "Where ya want me to pose?"

"Well, the sun's in the west, so why not pose over here, with your back to the ocean, so you're well lighted, and there's a nice sea-view background," I said, trying to sound professional, although I didn't give a damn about the background.

The kid giggled, then composed her face for work, pouting into the camera lens, standing with hands on her boyishly slim waist, her little hips canted provocatively. The little 8-year-old's intentionally saucy pose confirmed my earlier hunch. Snap. Snap.

"You wanna get pit'churs of me in my swimsuit, too?" the child asked after I'd shot a dozen photos as she preened and posed.

Pretending to fuss with the camera, I just nodded, my eye widening behind the viewfinder as the little girl put on her most sulky expression and slowly tugged open the terrycloth robe to reveal the tiniest bikini I'd ever seen. I tried to keep my face composed, but somehow I must have unintentionally betrayed my keen interest, because she grinned at me, spreading the robe more widely. Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap.

All the fabric in that miniature bikini, together, wouldn't be enough to make a man's necktie.

The top was nothing more than a string across her flat chest, with tiny triangles of pale blue fabric not much bigger than a postage stamp barely covering her nipples. The little panties were the same, a string drooped beneath her babyfat little tummy, just above the plump curve of her vulva, with a tiny triangle of cloth tucked between her little pussy lips, bearing a pastel "Dora the Explorer" logo.

I shot another dozen photos as the little girl proudly twisted and posed, thrusting her plump little tummy at me with a sultry pout, licking her lips as her stumpy little fingers sinuously caressed her bony ribcage, teasing at the bottom edge of her barely-there bikini top.

She dropped her robe on the deck and sat down on the lazarette seat, putting one bare foot up. Snap. Then the other foot up, grinning at me and slowly spreading apart her childishly knobby little knees. Snap. Snap. Closeup. Closeup. Closeup.

She crawled onto her hands and knees, wagging her milky bottom at me, naked but for a tiny triangle of fabric concealing her little slit, grinning back at me over her shoulder. Snap. Snap. Snap.

"Daddy taught me to do teasin' stuff, too, when I pose, 'cuz he says people who look at my pit'churs like that," she announced as she crawled off the seat to stand before me in the cockpit. "You want me to do that stuff, too?"

"Uh... sure, Lisa," I said with a tight smile. "Just... uh... do whatever your Daddy said to do."

The little girl flashed me a quick gap-toothed grin, then bit her lip, ducked her head and looked up at me with her most shy, innocent expression, shaking her head, with both little hands coyly concealing the wisps of fabric over her nipples. Snap.

Still pouting and biting her lip, she pushed one fingertip up a hair, raising the bikini top just a millimeter to reveal the bottom portion of one tiny brown nipple.

My vantage was all wrong, standing and staring down at the small child, whose head barely reached above my waist. I knelt on one knee for a closeup shot of her little hand, bearing childish traces of chipped, pink fingernail polish as she teasingly exposed the little nipplet fragment. Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap.

Her expression changed as she tugged the tiny top back in place, then gliding her hands slowly down her bony ribcage, over her protruding tummy. She hooked tiny thumbs into the strings supporting the little panties. Her lips puckered into a naughty "Oooo..." expression as she tugged the strings widely left and right, making the fabric triangle gape loosely beneath her crotch but still concealing her pussy lips.

"Daddy says the people who buy the pit'churs wanna look at me down here, an' I'm s'posed to act like I'm gonna show it to 'em, but I can't, 'cuz he might get in trouble," she confided, swaying the loose, drooping panties from side to side, provocatively.

I was glad I'd decided to kneel. It helped conceal the now fully bloated erection throbbing in my shorts.

The little kid bit her lip and asked, "Mister? You're not gonna show these pit'churs to anybody else, are ya?" I assured her, absolutely not, that I was strictly an amateur photographer.

"Well, then..." she muttered quietly, biting her lip again. "Then... do you wanna look at me down here? I'm not s'posed to show my twinkie, but you can look at it, if you promise not to tell Mommy and Daddy."

My dick jerked and I nearly came in my pants. "Uh... okay, Lisa, I promise," I managed. "But... but only if you want to show it to me, honey..."

She licked her lips and smiled shyly at me. "Look..." she whispered, as she slowly drew the tiny panties down to her knees. She covered her little mound with both hands and pouted at me -- then spread her hands to frame her little pussy and rotated her hips at me. Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked, abruptly.

"Oh, yeah, Lisa," I stammered, clicking away, my dick now leaking into my shorts as I thought how satisfying my orgasm was going to be later, as I compared my photos with the hundreds of others I'd downloaded earlier. "You're a... a very beautiful little girl. You're a natural model."

She sat on the lazarette, and the tiny panties puddled around her ankles as she spread her knobby knees for me to display what she knew I most wanted to see. Snap snap snap.

"We only do the naughty pit'churs when Mommy's not home," the little girl said, stretching her hands behind her head to poke her bony little chest out at me. "She thinks Daddy just takes pit'churs of me wearin' dresses an' stuff."

She kicked off the little panties and spread her legs widely, thrusting her plump vulva at me. "Don't tell my Mommy about the naughty pit'churs, n'kay? I'll get in trouble."

"O- okay," I stammered, zooming in closely on the child's smooth, delicate pussy lips.

Her skinny legs spread widely, the child reached to tug at the wisps of fabric on her flat chest, shrugged out of the little top and dropped it on the deck with her panties. My hands trembled as I took shot after shot of the little 8-year-old proudly displaying her naked body to me.

"Daddy says guys wanna see me here, too," she said. "He says they like little kids that don't have titties yet. He says some of 'em like it 'cuz I still look like a little boy up here."

She bit her lower lip and smirked at me. "But I'm not. I'm a girl," she whispered. "See?"

She reached down to peel apart her plump vulva lips, exposing her tiny pink hole. It was shockingly wet inside, glistening with the child's obvious sexual arousal.

Somehow I managed to quell the urge to come in my pants as I got several shots of the little girl in this obscene pose, then knelt between her skinny legs to get closeups of her little sex hole, her vaginal goo gleaming in the afternoon sunlight.

"Does this get you excited, lookin' at me... down there?" the kid whispered, lewdly holding her little sex open.

"Y- yeah... it... you get me v- very excited, Lisa," I gasped.

"Me, too," the child whispered, stroking her wet little cunt with her finger. "It geth me rilly excited when I show my twinkie, 'cause it's naughty."

The little girl bit her lip, ducked her head and looked up at me, shyly. "Do you wanna touch it?" she whispered.

I put down the camera. My finger trembled as I reached forward to feel the warm goo leaking from the child's vagina. The kid shivered and giggled nervously.

The scene was almost like those out-of-body experiences I'd read about, related by people who'd recovered from a near-death experience. It was as though I was hovering above the boat cockpit, watching myself kneeling between her slim legs, masturbating a naked, sexually aroused little 8-year-old. She just bit her lip shyly and craned her head down to watch as I touched her.

My cheeks burning crimson with excitement and fear, I quickly glanced around to make sure no 10x50 binoculars were focused on the obscene thing I was doing. No boats anywhere in sight.

Since the child was obviously enjoying this, I took a chance, gently teasing a fingertip at the mouth of her tiny hole. When she didn't respond, I slowly wiggled it in. A gull cawed in the distance and the child sighed quietly as my finger slowly penetrated her warm vagina. All the way. No hymen. She moaned quietly as I gently explored the soft, velvety folds of flesh inside her little female sex organ.

"Oooooo..." the little girl cooed as I gently wiggled my finger deep inside of her, her tiny toes curling at the pleasant sensation. "Y- yeah... do like that..."

She reached down to grasp my wrist, kneading it with her little fingers as I finger-fucked her, now slowly rotating her hips to hunch herself on my finger.

"Do... do ya wanna do it in me?" the kid whispered, kneading my wrist more urgently now. I'm gettin' like I... ya know... like I wanna do it."

My balls clenched and my quivering penis jerked in my pants. "Wh- wha..." I stammered. "Do... ah... what, honey?"

"You know," the child whispered. "Put your... your thingie up in there, an'... an' DO it in me..."

"B- but you're only 8 years old, honey," I gasped. "Y- you're too little..."

"Naw... s- s'okay..." the child whispered. "I do it wif my Daddy all the time, when my Mommy's not home."

My mind reeled. "A- are you sure, honey?" I gasped.

"Uh-huh," she nodded, pigtails bouncing, looking at me with half-closed eyes, hunching herself lewdly on my finger. "I wanna do it right now... n'kay, Mister?"

Sweating, I glanced around again. Only one boat was visible, just a smudge on the horizon, tacking rapidly away, several miles offshore. Breathing raggedly with anticipation, I sucked my slimy finger from the girl, stood, stripped off my shorts and my rigid dick bounced free, leaking a milky runnel of pre-cum that dripped to the deck.

The child stared at it, bit her lip and her eyes narrowed. "Ooooo, it's different from my Daddy's," she whispered in fascination. "His kinda bends up at the end when it gets big like that, but yours is all straight," she whispered at the dripping dick head.

I grabbed a lazarette cushion, slapped it on the cabin top and lifted the naked child onto it. I stood on the deck, my dick now level with the child's crotch.

My large hands felt like they could encircle her tiny ankles twice as I lifted and spread apart her short legs. I noticed for the first time that the soles of her little feet were filthy with grime from the deck. The delicious contrast between her delicately pale instep and her grimy little heels and toes was intensely erotic to my fevered mind.

I looked down at my bulging, shiny dick head throbbing against the soft flesh of the child's puffy sex lips.

"A- are you sure, Lisa?" I gasped, notching my dick head into her little vulva. "S- sure you... you want me to do this?"

"Yeah... yeah... yeah..." the little girl panted. "C- c- come on... jus' push it in there..."

I held the child's ankles high and pushed, watching with astonishment as the juicy little hole gaped open to swallow the fat dick head, wetly sucking the thing all the way in until my balls flattened against her pale crotch.

"Y-y-y-yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh..." the little girl hissed as my dick gently came to rest against her hard little cervix. She craned her head down to watch as her little hand slowly caressed her pale, babyfat tummy, where the root of my dick disappeared. "Aaaawwwwww, yeahhhhh... iss.. in there..."

Out of my mind with lust I shook hard, trying not to come right away. I stroked as gently as I could, watching in disbelief as the child's little pink hole alternately swallowed and disgorged my thick meat, the little girl grunting deeply with each thrust, her sex lubricant gleaming wetly on my veined shaft as I withdrew.

I couldn't believe my eyes -- a little second-grader stuffed full and happily grunting up at me as I ground myself deep inside the creamy warmth of her sucking little vagina.

I dropped the child's ankles and she curled her slender legs around my hips, panting like a puppy and grinding her little love button into my wiry pubic hairs. Trapped at full penetration by the stumpy legs gripping my butt, I couldn't move, but I didn't have to, as the child's eager grinding and the rhythmic rolling of the boat sucked and rolled my quivering penis in the liquid warmth of her little pussy.

I was unable to suppress a loud groan which made the child giggle quietly as my shaking hands reached to fondle the bony chest and tiny nipples I'd so yearned to touch all my adult life. Puckered into stiff little raisinettes by the cool air and the child's sexual arousal, the infantile nipples strained up at me from her flat, porcelain-pale chest, so deliciously framed by her golden-brown tan as though art-directed to focus attention on them and deliberately tease the sweating pedophile that impaled her.

My bloated prostate ached for relief as I fondled the small child's skinny ribcage, her miniature nipplets, her soft, babyfat tummy grinding into my hairy crotch, felt my quivering dick drooling pre-cum in the slick depths of her sucking little cunt.

F- feel good... i- in there, Mister? Does it - feel good i- in me?" the kid grunted, grinding herself on my bloated dick and eagerly scanning my face to savor my desperate lust. "You... you gonna... d- DO it in me, now, Mister?"

Unable to speak, I just gripped the little girl's skinny waist, lunged deep and roared my agonized relief as my overstimulated dick jerked and heaved and squirted a lifetime of deeply suppressed kiddie-sex lust into the small, panting child squirming beneath me.

The child's eyes rolled white and she grabbed my forearms for leverage as she grimaced, arched her back off the cabin top and impaled herself on my squirting penis, her little pigtails lashing the deck until the frantic contractions of her orgasm subsided and she collapsed onto the deck, limp and gasping.

I fell forward, supporting myself on my hands on the cabin top, my knees shaking as the last driblets of my semen pulsed and spurted into the child's sloppy vagina. I felt turned inside out. A droplet of sweat dripped from my temple to splat on the child's bony chest as I heaved and gasped my relief.

As the pulse thundering in my ears finally subsided and I could hear again, I became dimly aware that the little girl was saying something. "...finished?" was the first word I heard. "Are you all finished now? I gotta go to da bafroom."

"Y- yeah," I gasped. "A- all finished..." although I wasn't. My grateful penis was still jerking and twitching deep inside the little girl, squeezing out little spurts of aftershock semen. I could feel it leaking out of child's overstuffed vagina, matting the hair of my balls.

"I gotta go ril bad," the little girl whined, pushing at my chest and squirming beneath me.

I started to pull my spent dick out of the little girl. "Oh! Oh, NOOOO!" she squealed, her eyes popping round as she lost control. "AAAAAhhhhhhhh," she sighed as the warm urine gushed out of her shaking little body, squirting into my pubic hairs, warming my dick and balls.

The scene was just too erotic. I stuffed my dick back into the little girl and groaned, feeling her tiny vagina quivering on me until she'd emptied her little bladder and lay limply beneath me.

I stood there on shaky legs, feeling the slimy sperm and warm urine dripping down my legs as my spent dick slowly softened inside the child's vagina.

The kid bit her lip in embarrassment and looked shyly up at me. "I'm sorry," she said, her lower lip quivering. "I always gotta go after I do it. You shoulda let me go. I made a mess. I'm sorry."

I stroked her little freckled face. "We both made a mess, honey," I whispered, languidly grinding my penis in the warm depths of her sex. "I don't mind. Do you?"

The little girl pouted up at me, then grinned, shyly. "I... I guess not. You made a mess up inside me, too, din't ya?" she grinned, stroking her tummy.

My legs were starting to cramp, so I slowly sucked my softening dick out of the child, looking down to watch her little pink hole spit out my slimy penis and clamp shut, pinching out a puddle of sperm.

I leaned forward to kiss her slack little mouth, then whispered, "Can I take a picture of you this way?" She giggled and nodded. "Daddy likes that, too."

I grabbed the camera and got several wonderful shots of the little girl's limp, naked body lying on the lazarette cushion, her slender legs spread wide and dangling over the cabin top, with my sperm pulsing out of her little hole, and her urine dripping down onto the deck.

"Daddy likes me to do this," she whispered, reaching down to peel herself open and revealing a viscous puddle of sperm leaking out. "Can you see the stuff up in there?"

I got several shots of the little tyke grinning shyly up at me with her stumpy little fingers at her crotch, playing with my sperm, smearing it all over her pale crotch and reaching inside to scoop it out.

I took closeups of the little girl holding her slimy finger to her freckled cheek, holding it under her nose and smelling it, pursing her lips and kissing it.

I lifted her down from the cabin top, then suggested we go for a swim to clean off all the sweat, and slime, and pee. She giggled merrily as I tossed her in the air, and fondled her squirming, naked little body in the warm water.