I'm a veterinarian, one of dozens from all over the country who volunteered to help rescue and treat homeless pets after the Katrina hurricane on the Gulf Coast.

A few weeks after the storm, I drove a van full of homeless dogs to a shelter in a small town a hundred miles away. Now my volunteer stint was over, and I was on my way north, toward home.

Little did I know that I was about to get a wonderful reward for my altruism.

I dropped off the dogs and drove to the only motel nearby, a shabby place just beside the highway. It was a hot, humid September day and I stood in the funky lobby, sweating, behind eight or ten others waiting to check in, hoping to get a room for the night. Every lodging for hundreds of miles seemed to be jammed to capacity with hurricane refugees.

I noticed a young woman in line ahead of me, holding the hand of a little girl. The woman was plain looking, a bit overweight. I couldn't help but admire the child, since I've been a closet pedophile for most of my adult life (although I've never acted on any of my fantasies).

The child was small, only about 3' 8" tall. She wore a tartan plaid skirt, with dark brown hair done up in braided pigtails. I felt the familiar abdominal tingling as my eyes traveled down her little legs, to her knobby knees, to her little socks and shoes. Yum, yum. Fantasizing about the child's slim, prepubescent body took the edge off the stifling humidity in the stuffy motel lobby as I waited.

I hauled my luggage up to the second-floor room, just as shabby as I'd expected. I flicked open the curtains to a fairly bleak view -- just a long stretch of highway, fields of crops on the far side, and the small motel pool.

Minutes later I was cutting laps in the pool, stretching my aching muscles. I marveled that I was the only person using the pool on such a muggy day. I supposed the others were hunkered down in their rooms, soaking up the air conditioning.

After two dozen laps I laid back against the wall in the shallow end of the pool, letting the cool water soothe away the mental and physical exhaustion of weeks of frantic volunteer work.

A patio door opened and the little girl I'd seen in the lobby emerged. She walked toward the pool, wearing oversize pink flip-flops and a prim, one-piece bathing suit, pale blue, with a pink Barbie logo on the chest.

The child walked to stand at the lip of the pool beside me, her little tummy poking out. She was a bit homely, with protruding teeth, a gap between her two upper front teeth, dull eyes, ears a bit too large. She wore thick, oversize glasses. I noticed with interest that the slack elastic of her swimsuit didn't quite clasp her skinny thighs, so the crotch hung loose.

"Hi, Mister," she said. "I saw you swimmin'. Could you teach me how to do that? I can't swim too good."

"Sure, honey. Hop in."

The little girl kicked off her flip-flops and daintily stepped down the ladder into the pool. A minute later she was holding the side of the pool with both hands, floating in the water and kicking her little legs as I supported her with one hand holding her protruding tummy, the other cupping her flat chest.

"That's it. Point your feet, and kick with slow, regular strokes," I said, concentrating on the sensation of the child's warm tummy in my palm. My abdomen fluttered with excitement. It was the first time I'd ever touched a little girl this way.

"Good. Try to keep your knees straight," I said, moving my hand down slightly, hoping the child didn't notice that I was now cupping her little pubic bone in my palm.

The little girl turned to look at me, and I blanched, wondering if she'd noticed my wandering hand and perhaps recognized it as a "bad touch." But she just grinned gleefully at me as her skinny legs churned the water. "Am I doin' it right?"

"Yeah... you're doing just fine," I said. "Now let's try swimming with your arms."

She let go of the wall, kicking and splashing as I supported her little tummy and chest, trying to avoid overtly fondling her small body as my erection slowly grew in my swim trunks as I felt for the tiny nipples hidden beneath the wet fabric. Little Mr. Johnson and I were going to have wonderful memories to take to bed tonight.

"Now you try it on your own," I said. "Go over there and swim back to me."

The little girl flopped and splashed toward me, then threw her skinny arms around my neck, grinning and pressing her body into my chest. "I did it! I did it!" she squealed, proudly, curling her little legs around my waist for support, since the water was too deep for her to stand.

"Yes, you did! Good girl!" I replied, as the little girl grinned crookedly up at me, her eyes greatly magnified by her thick glasses, her protruding tummy pressed warmly against my hairy belly.

"You did very, very well," I rambled, savoring the sweet sensation of my hands cupping the small child's tiny butt cheeks to support her. I babbled anything to prolong the moment, to enjoy the soft warmth of the tiny bottom in my hands, the enticing thought that my fingertips were so close to the tender little immature vagina I'd desired all my life. I shifted and made small talk about swimming technique to distract the child as I gently kneaded the soft flesh in my hands. I felt my erection growing, lenghtening, straining up toward the tempting little female sex organ an inch away.

"Do you know how to tread water, honey?"

"Naw. Will you show me?"

I pushed away from the wall, to deeper water, and demonstrated. "See? You kick your legs like a frog, and make circles with your arms. Here, come try it."

The little girl flopped toward me and I reached to support her, with both hands almost completely encircling her tiny waist.

"Now, kick your legs like a frog..."

"Like a FROG?" the child giggled. "Phweee, hee, hee."

"That's it," I said, looking down to see a hint of her loose swimsuit crotch gaping open underwater.

"Here, I'll hold you up while you get the hang of it," I said, reaching down to cup her little crotch in the palm of my hand.

"Kick hard, now..." I encouraged, hoping to distract the child's attention as I felt the loose crotch of her swimsuit settle into the palm of my hand.

"Like that?" the girl panted, biting her lip and concentrating hard as she kicked.

"Yeah... just... just like that..." I whispered as I felt my middle finger nestle into the sweet cleft in the child's swimsuit crotch.

My erection was throbbing as the little girl kicked happily in the water. I didn't have to move my hand at all; her strenuous motions were sliding my thick finger back and forth in the wet fabric pressed between her little sex lips. I could feel the warm pre-cum drooling from my quivering dick as I mentally pictured the scene, as a third-party observer -- a desperately aroused pedophile with a stiff, dripping penis fondling the crotch of a small, giggling child, in a public pool.

After a moment the child collapsed against my chest, panting. "That's HARD," she gasped. "I'm kinda tired."

"Well, you did great," I said, reluctantly pulling my hand from between the kid's legs. I leaned back against the side of the pool and turned the girl so her back was against my chest. "You deserve a rest," I told her, as my left hand cupped the child's flat chest, my right hand resting on her soft little tummy, just above her pubis.

Exhausted, the little girl lay back against my chest, panting. My mind reeled with pedophile lust as I held the little girl, trying to feel her tiny nipples beneath the swimsuit fabric without blatantly moving my hand. I furtively glanced around to see if we had an audience.

There was no one in sight. I was leaning against the motel side of the pool, facing the road. My broad torso effectively hid the small child from the view of anyone who happened to be looking out a window. The sun was going down, and the pool lights hadn't come on yet. I knew it was stupidly risky, but I couldn't help myself.

My hand slowly moved down to cup the little girl's crotch under the water. The child stiffened slightly and clapped her little thighs together, but didn't try to stop me as my finger began to move at her crotch. She just looked down in silence, her pigtails dripping, as I gently fondled her.

My mind fogged with pedosexual desire, I interpreted her lack of response as consent. Heart pounding in my chest with both lust and terror at her possible response, I slowly slipped a finger beneath the loose crotch of the child's swimsuit. I struggled to suppress a gasp of excitement as I felt my finger nestle into the child's miniature vulva -- the culmination of a lifeling dream.

The child shivered, then sighed quietly and relaxed against my chest. Her little legs went limp and parted, involuntarily responding to the sexual stimulation as my finger began stroking, gently, between her rubbery little vulva lips. She gripped my wrist with her hand and her breathing deepened.

I had to suppress an urge to groan out loud at the sweet sensation of my first-ever contact with a little girl's tender sex lips . I wondered if this innocent little kid had any idea how wildly aroused I was, my pulse thundering in my ears, my stiff penis throbbing and leaking pre-cum as I teased her little sex with my finger. I knew she must be able to hear my ragged breathing by now as I masturbated her little pussy and panted into her wet hair, but I was too aroused to care.

The sun dipped below the horizon, the high clouds glowed pink, the pool began darkening in shadow as I slipped down a shoulder strap of the child's swimsuit. My fingers tingled with lust as I reached beneath to stroke the soft flesh of her deliciously flat, bony chest. The child shivered and gasped as I rolled and pinched her tiny nipples, puckered into little raisins by the cool water.

The highway before us was deserted. The only sound was the chirping of crickets and the little girl's quiet panting -- and my own -- as I fondled her skinny frame and masturbated her little pussy under the water.

Her hips were slowly rotating now, and I wondered if she was aware that my engorged dick had crept out of my swim trunks to nestle between her soft little butt cheeks, leaking pre-cum into the swimsuit fabric.

The child was leaning back against my chest, legs spread limply, eyes closed, glasses slipped halfway down her nose. She was panting quietly and drooling from a slack mouth as my finger gently teased the mouth of her tiny vagina. I groaned and began gently hunching into the soft little bottom, masturbating myself in the sweet warmth of her tiny butt crack, panting through clenched teeth into the child's wet hair.

She trembled hard and her little hands tightened on my wrist as I drew my finger up, closer and closer to the tiny pink nexus of her sexual desire.

I found the little pleasure button, rolled it gently round and round with my fingertip, until the child cascaded into orgasm, painfully digging her tiny fingernails into my wrist, grunting and wiggling and grinding her little sex on my finger.

The child made funny little snorting noises as she came -- "snORK... SNORK... s- s- s- SNORK..." she grunted, her little body jerking, runny snot dribbling from her nose, her tiny toes curling tight against my thighs as the orgasm overwhelmed her young body in wave after wave of sexual relief.

I gently teased the child's tiny clitoris until she was completely spent, then let myself go, choking back an audible groan of pleasure as I stroked myself in the little kid's warm butt crack, clenched my teeth and ejaculated a torrent of long pent-up sexual desire into the cool water of the pool, my clenched butt trembling as my grateful penis pumped and squirted into the child's soft bottom until my quivering balls were drained.

We both just lay there in silence, spent and collapsed against the pool side, breathing raggedly as the crickets chirped nearby in the fading light of dusk. The pool lights snapped on, illuminating the child's stiff, exposed nipple, my hand inside her swimsuit crotch, the milky globs of semen floating in the water around us.

I bent down to kiss the top of the child's head. She stirred and pulled at my wrist, extracting my finger from inside the crotch of her swimsuit.

"I'm gettin' kinda cold, Mister," she murmured as she pulled her shoulder strap back up and reached down to jerk the crotch of her swimsuit back into place. "I gotta go change clothes."

My mind snapped back from the erotic fog and I suddenly realized the perilous situation I was in. I glanced around nervously, quickly stuffed my spent dick back into my trunks and climbed out of the pool, pulling the little girl out to stand beside me on shaky legs.

"Okay," I said, in what I hoped was a normal voice. "You'd better get back to your mom, anyway. She'll wonder where you are."

"Naw, she's out wif her boyfriend," the child replied, as I dried off her little body with my towel. "She lef' a samwich for me an' said to go to bed, 'cause she'd be out late."

I took her little hand and we strolled across the patio to the motel, the child flap-flapping along beside me in her oversize flip-flops, my spent, semi-turgid penis wagging in my shorts, still tingling from the stunning intensity of my first kiddie-sex orgasm.

"A sandwich? That sounds pretty boring," I said. "I'm going to have pizza for dinner. Want to come share it with me?"

The kid turned to grin up at me. "N'kay!" she chirped, her crooked little teeth gleaming in the soft patio light.

"Great. I'm in Room 206. You go change and come see me, okay?"

**********

My heart pounded in my chest as I waited for the child's visit, marveling at my stupidity. Was I going to risk life, career, everything, for one chance to gratify my lifelong child sex fantasies?

I thought it over, weighing the temptation against the liabilities.

Swamped with hurricane refugees, the overwhelmed motel staff hadn't bothered with the usual registration procedures. So many refugees had fled with no identification that the staff wasn't bothering to ask for it any longer. Most people were paying with FEMA vouchers, anyway, so a credit check was irrelevant.

I recalled that I hadn't provided my name, credit card or van license number, just the travel voucher from the animal-rescue organization. Hundreds of volunteers had those, and they were all anonymous. Even the van itself was one of hundreds, rented as a fleet. In the chaos of the rescue center, no one had bothered to record who took which van.

It finally sunk in that, perhaps for the first time in my life, I was completely anonymous on this night. When I drove away in the morning there would be no record that I'd ever been here. Just a voucher number that could belong to hundreds of volunteers from a few dozen makeshift rescue encampments, and the dubious memories of overtaxed motel staff who saw six dozen new faces every day.

I rationalized. I'd done good things. I'd helped save animals, and even a few people. I deserved this. I wasn't going to actually molest a child, just... well... maybe have a little playful fun with an apparently willing little girl.

Okay, well, maybe I'd just touch her a little more... maybe fondle her little prepubescent body. Just a little. Maybe... kiss and... well, hell, what's the harm? She didn't object in the pool. And I can always stop if she wants me to.

My abdomen fluttered and my flaccid penis stirred at the thought as I crossed to the window and gazed down at the blue lights of the pool, remembering the obscene acts that had occurred there, and wondering what forbidden pleasures the night might hold.

I closed the curtains tightly, stripped naked and gazed at myself in the cracked mirror. Oh, well. Not what I once was, but not bad for 46, I thought.

I sat at the desk, flipped through the guide book and dialed the number of a local place, lazily stroking my dick as I ordered pizza, soda and beer, then donned a pair of shorts for modesty. I wore nothing else.

**********

Minutes later a timid knock on the door announced the arrival of my little guest. I opened the door to find her grinning up at me, wearing the same tartan plaid skirt, a pink blouse, striped knee socks and black Mary Jane shoes. I smiled down at the little tyke, but my eyes narrowed at the sight of her knobby knees and childish little strap shoes. I'd often fantasized about fondling a willing child wearing tiny Mary Jane shoes, groping under her pleated little skirt.

As she entered I once again noticed how small she was. The top of her head was just about at the level of my navel. My dick throbbed in my pants as I hung the Do Not Disturb sign, closed and locked the door, alone for the first time in my life with a little girl.

In the slit between window curtains I saw the pizza delivery van turning off the highway. I handed cash to the child and told her I had to go to the bathroom for a minute. I wasn't particularly anxious for the delivery guy to see my face, just in case. I wanted him to know me only as pepperoni, beer & soda delivered to room 206.

We chatted as we ate. Her name was Tricia. She and Mommy had traveled 300 miles to see Mom's boyfriend, an insurance adjustor who'd been sent here to work with hurricane victims. They'd been apart for weeks at a time. Mommy would be out very late.

I told her my name was Tom Martin. Which it isn't.

My pedophile heart skipped a beat when little Tricia told me she'd just entered second grade, and her birthday was two weeks ago. She'd just turned... oh god... 8 years old. A magic number for me. Often, when masturbating over child porn, and panting on the brink of orgasm, just the number itself seemed intensely erotic. Eight. Eight years old. Oh, yeah...

I felt the slow throb of my pulse in my dick as I watched the little girl tear into the pizza with her endearingly gapped teeth, watched her clutch her Pepsi with both little hands, watched her kick her tiny shoes happily against the chair as she ate. I just smiled at her innocent little face, savoring the thought that the grinning child had no idea how desperately I wanted to kiss and fondle and smell and taste and enjoy her prepubescent little body.

When she finished she threw back her head and belched, loudly, then burst into giggles.

Her high-pitched, childish laughter brought me to full erection, made me want to just scoop her up in my arms, kissing and tickling and fondling the little second-grader.

"Can we watch TV now?" the little girl chirped, wiping pizza sauce from her face with a napkin.

"Sorry, honey," I lied. "The TV's broken. Why don't we just... talk, okay?"

I led her to the small sofa, sat her down and knelt before her on the ratty, green shag carpet. She kicked her little feet on the sofa, her skinny legs spread just enough to reveal white cotton panties with a repeating pattern of cartoon teddy bears.

I reached up to fondle her thin calf, where it disappeared into her knee sock.

"You did really well today in the pool," I said. "You're going to be a good swimmer, Tricia. Let's see how developed your swimming muscles are."

My hand grasped the child's knobby knee to spread her legs as my other hand moved slowy up to fondle her soft inner thigh, my fingers moving up to within an inch of her little teddy-bear panties. I marveled at how short and skinny her legs were, her willowy thighs no bigger around than my forearm.

"Hmmmm... nice... you're going to have very nice... ah... swimming muscles, Tricia," I said in what I hoped was a normal voice as I fondled the child's thighs. "Now, lean back, Tricia, so I can check your abdominal muscles."

The child obediently leaned back into the sofa cushion as I rested my hand on her plump little tummy.

"Whass that?" she asked in her endearingly high-pitched voice. "Whass a- bomina muscles?"

"Here, I'll show you. Now, raise your arms and put your hands behind your head."

The little girl giggled and did as she was told as I knelt between her spread legs and reached to unbutton her blouse. My dick bloated to full erection in my shorts as the first tiny nipple came into view.

"Why don't you take off your glasses, Tricia," I said as the third button came undone, "so I can see how pretty you are."

"Naw, I can't see nuthin' without 'em," the child said as I popped the last button and spread her blouse wide to expose her pale chest and tummy. "I got a sigmatism."

I moved forward to press my erection against the child's little knee sock as I fondled her bare chest and tummy. I babbled some medical jargon explaining abdominal mucles to distract the child as my fingers kneaded the soft flesh of her little babyfat tummy.

"Hmmmm... you're such a little girl..." I said, tracing my fingertip around the child's tiny nipple. "You're not...ah... developed at all..."

The little girl frowned and poked out her lip. "I'm not?"

"No, but that's okay... I'm a doct... um, I'm a swim coach," I lied, slipping both hands up under her little skirt to squeeze the child's soft thighs. "I can show you some exercises, so you can develop those swimming muscles. Okay?"

"N'kay," she nodded, her little pigtails bouncing.

"Okay, hop up on the bed and I'll show you."

The little girl clambered up onto the bed and lay there, her blouse wide open. Her immature body looked so tiny and vulnerable on the large, queen-size bed. I oozed a droplet of pre-cum into my shorts as I leaned over her to spread her skinny legs widely apart, knees up, soles of her little shoes flat on the bed.

"Good... Now, to do the abdominal exercise, raise your bottom up off the bed, just as high as you can."

I moved to stand at the foot of the bed and watch as the little girl hunched her butt off the bed, her skirt falling open as she thrust her panty crotch at me.

"G- good... Now, go back down and come back up, just like that... but very, very slowly... that's what will make your swimming muscles strong."

"Like this?" she asked, continuing her obscene fucking motions as I stared at the alluring little camel-toe indentation in her panties.

"Yeah... oh, yeah..." I said, casually reaching down to rest my hand on the rigid erection in my shorts and stroke gently. "Just like that... And... and count your strokes as you go..."

"Three... four... five... six..." the little girl chanted, furrowing her brow in concentration as she hunched her little panty crotch toward me. I timed the furtive strokes of my dick to match her cadence as I watched the cartoon teddy bears rise and fall on the bed.

"Y- you better stop and rest now, Tricia," I said after she reached twenty.

"Did I do good?" she asked, grinning up at me as she lay there, breathing hard, her flat chest heaving, her little legs still spread widely.

I came to sit beside her on the bed, stroked her bare tummy, and assured her she'd done well.

My hand moved down to rest on the little teddybear panties. I had to suppress a shudder as I looked down to see that my one hand almost completely covered the tiny undies. "You know, Tricia," I said, trying to look parentally concerned. "You really should take off those pretty little panties before we do any more."

The kid looked puzzled. "My panties? Why, Mister Martin?"

"W- we don't want them to get all... you know... sweaty while you exercise, do we?"

She frowned. "But... that's naughty, Mister Martin. I'm not s'posed to let a boy watch me take off my panties. Mommy said."

"It's okay, honey," I reassured the child. "I'm not a boy. I'm a man. I'm all grown up."

The little girl bit her lip in concentration as she thought this one over. "Well... Yeah... I guess you're right. But you promise not to tell my mommy if I take off my panties?"

"I promise."

My breath caught in my throat as the kid raised her short legs and jerked the little panties up and off, over her knee socks and Mary Jane shoes.

"E- everything, honey..." I croaked, my voice cracking as I staring at the child's porcelain pale little vulva, emphasized by the lightly tanned flesh of her skinny thighs. "T- take off all your clothes for me, okay, Tricia?"

The little girl ducked her head, bit her lip, and looked up at me with a shy, embarrassed grin. She knew it was wrong, but it was a new and exciting game for her. After a moment of hesitation, she shrugged off her blouse, dropped her skirt on the floor and bent forward to unfasten the strap of her little shoe.

"No... no, Tricia..." I said, reaching my hand out to stop her. "No, l- leave your little socks and shoes on, okay? They're... they're so... cute..."

I leaned forward, trying to hide the massive erection in my shorts as I reached to remove the naked little girl's thick glasses.

"Don't take off my glasses, Mister Martin," the child complained. "I can't see nothin'."

I put the glasses on the bedside table.

"It's not safe to wear eyeglasses when you exercise, Tricia," I lied. "You can put them back on after we're done, okay? Can you see me, now?"

The naked child squinted up at me. "Naw, jus' a kinda fuzzy blob. It kinda makes me dizzy."

"Well, that's okay, Tricia. You can close your eyes while you exercise, if you want to."

I stood beside the bed, pulled down my shorts and kicked them off, so I was completely naked. I wrapped my hand around my stiff dick and began stroking it in the warm, slick pre-cum.

"C- can you see me, Tricia?" I gasped as I masturbated and gazed down at the naked child on the bed. "Can you see what I'm doing now?"

The child squinted up at me. "No. What're you doin?"

"I- I'm exercising, too... just... just keep doing your... your little exercises... and... I'll do mine..."

Loud voices in the motel corridor just outside distracted me, a man and woman arguing as they passed by my door. I stiffened in horror, staring down at the child's bare little pussy with my engorged dick in my hand, wondering if that was Mommy and boyfriend passing by.

As the voices receded I hoped the child couldn't hear my heavy breathing as I masturbated, watching her little 8-year-old body rise and fall in obscene fucking motions, naked but for her knee socks and tiny Mary Jane shoes.

The little girl was blushing now and biting her lip. "Mister Martin?" she panted, hunching her little butt off the bed. "Are you lookin' at my... you know... my thingie?"

"Wh- what thingie, Tricia?" I panted.

"Well... um... before Daddy went away he useta call it my... my little pussy... but Mommy said that's nasty."

"Yeah..." I whispered, stroking my wet dick. "I'm looking at it, Tricia. I- it's such a pretty little pussy... all soft, and pink..."

The girl blushed, but kept hunching her little crotch up at me. She was silent for a long while, then spoke. "This is rilly naughty, isn't it, Mister Martin?"

"Yeah..." I agreed. I moved to kneel on the bed beside the naked child, stroking her soft tummy with one hand as I stroked my aching penis with the other. "But it's okay," I whispered, staring at the child's crotch as it rose and fell. "We're all alone, Tricia. Nobody can see. Let's be really naughty, okay? I won't tell."

"Well... I dunno..." the kid said, stopping and lying still on the bed, her flat, bony chest heaving from the exertion. "Whatdya mean, really naughty?"

The child's ambivalence and apparent curiousity further clouded my judgement. "Here, Tricia, I'll show you," I said in a husky whisper. I reached to the nightstand, picked up the kid's thick glasses and handed them to her. "Here, look, Tricia. Look what I'm doing. It's naughty, because you're such a pretty little girl, and you make me really excited, see?"

The kid crinkled up her little nose as she adjusted the glasses, and her eyes went wide as she stared down at my hand slowly stroking my rigid penis.

The little girl just stared, mouth open for a long moment, as I stroked the thing. Then her cheeks blushed purple, she clapped her hand over her mouth and shrieked with nervous giggles. "EEEWWW! I know what YER doing, thass NASTY!" she gasped, then burst back into gales of childish giggles into her palm.

Too far gone now to care, I stood to stand beside the bed, facing the child, stroking my dick inches from the thick lenses of her glasses. "Look, Trica, can you see it better now? You can touch it if you want to, Trica. I don't mind," I asked in a husky whisper.

The kid glanced quickly up into my face, then blushed again, bit her lip and ducked her head to stare at the floor. After a moment she slowly raised her head, shoved her glasses back up the bridge of her nose and shyly reached to touch the bloated dick head with a fingertip. "E- eeeewwww..." she whispered, but with less conviction this time. "It feels... kinda warm..." then jerked her hand away, biting her lip and blushing.

My gut clenched in the realization that the little kid's curiosity was beginning to overcome apprehension. "You know, we're all alone here, Tricia, and we can do naughty stuff together, if you want to. No one will know."

"Well... I dunno... what kinda naughty stuff?" she whispered quietly, her wide eyes still fixed on the drooling head of my wet dick.

"Well... I want to touch you, honey..." I whispered. "I want to feel your little tummy... feel your little pussy... can I do that?"

"Like... bad touching?" she whispered, her wide eyes watching with childish wonder as I slowly masturbated myself. She jerked her little head up to look into my face. She was still biting her lip, but the corners of her mouth were curled into a nervous smirk. She jerked her head down again, blushing furiously and staring at the floor.

"Well... n'kay... but don't tell my Mommy I let you feel it, okay?"

"Oh, no, Tricia, I won't tell your Mommy. This will just be our little secret, I promise," I smiled as I sat on the bed, gently pressing her chest down into the mattress.

I draped the child's arms up behind her head. The little girl squinted down to watch as my trembling hand caressed her naked little body, from chin, to tiny nipples, to tummy, to her tender pubic mound and back again. After a few moments she closed her eyes and whispered, "That feels nice, Mister Martin."

I clasped one thin thigh and urged her willowy legs apart. The little girl complied without hesitation.

"Reach down and open up your... your little pussy for me, honey," I whispered, my voice cracking at the filthy language, "S- so I can see up inside..."

The naked little girl clapped her hand over her face and giggled. "Eeeeew!" she squealed. "Thass NASTY!"

"Pretty please?" I cajoled, stroking her warm little tummy as a long strand of pre-cum leaked onto the bedspread. I knew I had her now. The little girl secretly wanted to be naughty. She didn't really know why it was bad, just that she'd been told not to do things like that, and the thought of doing forbidden things excited her.

Blushing and biting her lip, the little girl reached down to peel open her tiny vulva lips, revealing her little pink hole, still glistening with the sexual arousal from her earlier orgasm.

"D- don't tell, okay?" she whispered, nervously. "Don't tell my Mommy I let you look at it."

"Okay, Sweetie, I won't tell your Mommy," I rasped in a husky voice as I moved between the child's widely spread thighs, my face two inches away as I stared into her deliciously wet little sex orifice. The child's stubby little fingers, with childish traces of chipped pink nail polish as she held her pussy lips open for me made even my tongue swell with lust.

"Can you seen in there, Mister Martin?" the little girl asked, holding her little sex hole open. She was still blushing, but getting more bold now. "What's it look like in there?"

"Sweet..." I breathed into her little crotch. "Oh, you're all pink and warm and juicy inside, Tricia... just like a little girl should be... and your little pussy smells so sweet..." I breathed, my nostrils quivering at the musky odor of the child's sexual arousal.

The child giggled, her little tummy quivering. "This is rilly nasty, Mister Martin," she whispered.

"Yeah, it is," I whispered. "Let's be very nasty, okay, Tricia?" I breathed into her glistening crotch. "Would you like that?"

"I... I dunno..." she stammered, her childish voice tinged with nervousness and excitement. "What... uh... what do ya wanna do?"

"Can I... touch it?" I whispered, fondling the child's tiny shoes and stroking my dick on the bedspread. "Can I... feel your little pussy?"

"L- like you... like you did... in the pool today?"

"Yeah... would you like that?"

Her little hole fluttered, and a droplet of arousal squeezed out to leak down her tiny butt crack.

"Well... um... n'kay... you can do it... a little bit," the little kid whispered softly, her cheeks burning with nervous embarrassment.

I pursed my lips and blew lightly into the child's wet little hole. She sucked in her breath and shivered.

I blew again, and again, watching in amazement as the child's tiny bud slowly unfolded to reveal her little clitoris, pink and throbbing with desire.

"Oh... oooooooo... oooooooo..." the child moaned as her little love bud strained for attention. "Oh, wha... what are y- you doin' Mister Martin?"

I blew again, and the child involuntarily hunched her little bottom off the mattress, urging her crotch toward my face. "Oh, your little tummy is shaking, Tricia. Does that feel nice?"

"Oooo... ooo... ooo... ooo..." she gasped.

"Do you want me to... touch it, now, honey?"

"Yeah... yeah... yeah..." she gasped. "Touch it... t- touch it..."

"Do you want me to... LICK it, Tricia? Lick you up inside your little pussy?"

"L- LICK it?!? Like, with your MOUTH? Oh... oh, no... it's all dirty down there... th- thass so... so NASTY..."

"Yeah... very nasty..." I whispered. "Don't you want me to... to be nasty to you, Tricia?"

I moved forward to lick the child's inner thigh, an inch from her open vulva. At the feel of my warm tongue, her little hands grabbed my head, her fingers tugging at my hair.

"Oooo! Oooo! Oooo, yeah... yeah, lick it..." she gasped as I teased my tongue around and around her quivering vulva. "No! N- not THERE... oh, do it in my... do it up inside my..."

"Oo... oo... hhhhhHOOOOOOOOOO!" the child yowled, heaving herself into my mouth as I pressed my tongue firmly into her drooling sex.

The child draped her skinny legs over my shoulders and hunched herself into my mouth, clutching my head and grunting as I licked and sucked the sweet, musky juice from her immature vagina. My dick heaved and nearly squirted as I smelled and tasted the delicate sexual arousal of a small child for the first time, felt it moistening my lips, coating my tongue.

I stopped and pulled back before the little girl could reach orgasm, heaved myself up on all fours to gaze down at the naked child. Her head was thrown back, eyes rolled white with pleasure, little body shaking.

"You like doing nasty things, Tricia?" I whispered, as my swinging dick dripped pre-cum down onto her trembling tummy.

"Y- y- ye... yeah... yeah..." the child gasped, blindly hunching her tiny hips up at me, her little hands clawing the bedspread, her eyes dim with lust. "P- please?... please k- k- keep doin' it..."

I leaned down to drag my wet tongue across one tiny nipple, drew the tiny nubbin into my mouth and sucked on it. The child arched her back and moaned, loudly.

"What? Do what, little Tricia? Tell me what you want me to do..."

The desperate child blindly grabbed for my head, trying to force it back between her little legs. "P- PLEASE, Mister Ma- Martin... l- LICK it some MORE... b- be NASTY t- to me... oh, please... keep bein' n- NASTY to me..."

I crawled over the child, reached down and folded her little fingers around my thick, drooling meat. I notched the bulging head between her slick vulva lips, like a large sausage in a tiny bun.

"Y- you do it, Tricia," I gasped. "P- play with it... rub my dick in your warm little pussy... m- make it feel good..."

The kid grabbed the fleshy cylinder and began frantically stroking it against her drooling sex, grunting obscenely. "Awwww... awww yeah..."

I gritted my teeth, delirious with lust and trying to hold back climax as I watched the child desperately masturbating herself with my stiff, wet dick.

"Yeah... oh, yeah, touch it... play with it," I hissed through gritted teeth, knowing the masturbating child was too far gone to comprehend my words.

The little girl reflexively brought her free hand to her face, squeezed her eyes shut and began sucking her thumb as she frantically stroked my dick against her fluttering little hole.

"Mmmph... mmm... mmmph... mmmph... mmmph..." the child sucked and moaned, saliva bubbling out of her mouth and drooling down onto the bedspread.

"Oh... sweet... Jesus..." I groaned as the little 8-year-old stroked my quivering dick in the warm, slick sex goo puddled between her babyfat little cunt lips. Suspended above her on one hand, I reached down to fondle the child's tiny body with my other trembling hand.

"G- Ghod, yeah, little baby, stroke Daddy's dick," I babbled incoherently to the masturbating little girl. "Daddy's little girl... little baby girl..." I panted as I fondled the child's little pigtails and caressed the smooth flesh of her flat, bony chest.

I groaned out loud as I felt the child's stumpy legs rise and lock around my waist, her tiny hand a blur as she desperately masturbated herself with my dick, sucking her thumb and trembling on the verge of orgasm. "MMMph! MMMph! MMMph! MMMph! MMMph! MMMph!"

Suddenly the child spat out her thumb and convulsed violently, hunching herself up and impaling herself, plunging my thick meat to the root in her tiny vagina.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Her eyes and mine shot wide open. Time stood still.

**********

Oh, NO... Oh, GOD! I hadn't intended to FUCK the little 8-year-old, just masturbate to orgasm in her warm kiddie sex goo, and squirt all over her little tummy!

I stared down into the child's shocked eyes. A tear rolled down her cheek, her lower lip trembled and she burst into hysterical sobs.

"It... it... it HURRRRTS! she wailed, shaking and sobbing beneath me. I felt like crying myself, but my body couldn't help responding to the viciously intense vaginal squeezing as the child's heaving sobs contracted her tummy on my throbbing dick.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, honey," I babbled, leaking pre-cum into the child's sucking vagina. "I really didn't mean to... But... but it was YOU who..."

"STOP IT! T- take it outta me, take it OUTTTTTT!" the little kid wailed, her tiny nostrils bubbling snot as the tears flowed down her homely face.

I tried to pull back, but the child came with me, her tiny vagina clutching my swollen penis in a death grip, her skinny legs still locked around my waist.

I fumbled to pull her tiny legs down off of me, and began to withdraw, very slowly, in fear of hurting her sensitive little sexual organ more.

My dick finally withdrew about an inch. The child abruptly stopped sobbing and sucked in her breath.

I withdrew another inch. Her little eyes shot wide open. "Oh!" she gasped. "oh... oh... oh... oh..." She craned her head down to stare at the thick, fleshy cylinder penetrating her tender crotch. She glanced up at my face with an astonished expression, then her eyeballs slowly rolled white.

OHHHHHHHHH!!!" she wailed, hunching herself violently up into me, impaling herself on my dick and once again locking her little legs around my waist.

The little kid went absolutely wild, grunting and sobbing and fucking herself hysterically on my dick like a little monkey in heat, grinding her crotch into my balls, her naked body arched completely off the bed, only her bony shoulders making contact with the mattress.

Too stunned to move, I just stared in shock and awe as the little 8-year-old hunched and fucked herself toward climax. She grunted like an animal, and I clapped my hand over her mouth to stifle her frienzied shrieks of pleasure.

"nnGUHHH! nnGUHHHH! nnGUHHHH!!!" the child howled into my wet palm, her head thrashing back and forth on the mattress. Her little fingernails clawed at my back, she bit hard and howled into my palm as she exploded into deep, vaginal orgasm, her tiny cunt desperately squeezing and sucking on the thick meat that skewered her little tummy.

"Awwww, no, no, no, NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" she yowled in orgasmic ecstasy, her little pigtgails flopping, her little legs flailing, little shoes kicking my butt, hunching and grinding her little body up into me, "no, no, no, NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

With one last, violent spasm, the child exhaled with a loud whoosh, and her shuddering little body fell onto the mattress, spent and limp and gasping.

Too stunned to move for a moment, I just gazed down at the panting child, the sheen of sweat on her forehead, the saliva drooling from her slack mouth. I glanced down and shuddered myself at the sight of my dick buried halfway inside the little 8-year-old vagina.

Unable to stop myself, I withdrew an inch and glided the thing back in gently. "Is... is this, okay, T- Tricia?" I gasped, moving almost imperceptibly inside her so as not to cause pain. "C- can I do this, for... for just a minute, honey? I... I really need to use your little pussy for a minute, okay?"

The kid pried open her dim eyes, gazed up at me and nodded, her thick glasses halfway down her nose. "Naw, iss okay, you can use it," she panted in a weak voice.

I shuddered and sucked my wet penis all the way out to the head, then slowly penetrated the child again, to the root, watching for her response as my balls gently flattened against her pale crotch. The kid just closed her eyes and grunted quietly, lying still beneath me.

For the first time in my life I was glad I had only an average-size penis. If it were any bigger I wouldn't have been able to enjoy the exquisite sensation of complete, balls-deep penetration inside the child's immature little vagina.

"Oh, g- ghod, good girl... GOOD little girl," I babbled as I felt my dick head smear into the child's hard little cervix, and savored the sweet, sucking warmth of her tiny quim. Emboldened by her lack of response, I began to fuck the little kid in earnest, my deep strokes quickening along with my ragged breathing. The sated child just laid limply on the mattress, grunting quietly as I panted and sweated and rutted inside her tiny body.

I desperately wanted to prolong the exquisite sensation of my first-ever kiddie sex experience, but my aching prostate wouldn't cooperate. My eyes dimmed, my abdomen fluttered, I was on the brink. I gazed down at the naked little 8-year-old beneath me, my eyes dim, my abdomen taut and trembling.

"Ogod, h- here it comes, baby," I hissed through clenched teeth. "C- can I... DO it inside you, Tricia? Can I c- CUM in your sweet little pussy, Tricia?"

"N- kay, Mis- ter Mar- tin, jus' don't t- tell my Mommy, okay?" the kid murmurred, her high-pitched, childish voice stuttering in time with my desperate thrusts into her wet little fuck hole.

My mind reeled at the child's words. I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her tiny body off the bed, her pigtails swinging, her limp arms and legs dangling as I knelt on the bed and used her limp body like a tiny rag doll, whimpering with uncontrollable kiddie sex lust as I helplessly hunched and thrusted into the child, until...

My eyes rolled white, I gripped the child's skinny waist, skewered her little body to the balls and let go, shaking and grunting and thrusting as SQUIRRRRRRT!!! after SQUIRRRRRRT!!! after delicious SQUIRRRRRRT!!! of hot semen pumped and gushed into the child's warm, sucking little vagina until my quivering balls were drained.

My knees buckled and I collapsed back down onto the mattress, my penis still jerking and heaving deep inside the little 8-year-old. When my eyes could focus I gazed down at the limp, sated little girl beneath me, her eyes closed, traces of dried tears gleaming on her cheeks, now crimson with arousal. I felt my spent dick twitching with sweet satisfaction deep in her warm little cunt hole, and I wondered what I'd say to her when she finally came out of her post-orgasmic torpor.

The little kid opened her eyes and squinted up at me. She just looked at me in silence, with hazy little bedroom eyes, lips parted and gleaming with spittle, her expression an enticing mix of childish wonder and mature sexual relief. I reached to stroke her small face, struggling to think of words, any words.

The child just closed her eyes again and sighed, "mmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." as she weakly rotated her skinny hips and and her tiny vagina clenched wetly on the thick male sexual organ that had brought her to climax.

I reached down to kiss the top of her head -- she was so small I couldn't reach her lips -- and ejaculated another small, post-orgasmic spurt of semen into the child's warm little tummy.

"I gotta go back now, Mister Martin," the little girl murmured quietly. That was it. So much for romance.

I slowly sucked my spent penis out of the child's pussy, gasping as I watched the little pink hole spit out the slimy dick head, gleaming with the pink-tinged sperm of her first sexual intercourse.

We showered. She dressed. I knelt and kissed the little girl as I buttoned up her blouse. I opened the door and watched as the kid toddled away down the corridor on shaky legs, her little pigtails still damp, one knee sock halfway down.

I closed the door, my mind reeling, and went to retrieve a beer from the styrofoam cooler. I slumped into a chair, looked down and noticed the child's tiny teddy-bear panties lying on the floor.

Holy shit. I leaped to jerk open the door, still stark naked, but the child was gone. I had no idea which room she was in, or even her last name. What was I going to do, turn in a pair of children's size four panties to lost-and-found at the front desk?

I took another sip of beer and thought it over, turning the tiny panties in my hand, noticing a small damp spot at the crotch, slimy to the touch.

A hazy image of the kid's crooked, gap-toothed grin formed in my mind. I brought the little kiddie panties to my crotch, stroked myself to erection and watched with depraved satisfaction as my sperm spurted through the soft cotton fabric, sliming the faces of the little teddy bears.

I finished the beer, dressed, tossed the smelly little panties into a plastic motel laundry bag and stuffed them into my suitcase. I cleaned up the messy bed sheets well enough to conceal the obscene acts that had occurred there and left.

It was nearly midnight, and the next town with a motel was 90 miles away, but I had deliciously depraved memories to keep me awake and alert on the road.

I awoke in an equally downtrodden motel at noon the next day, more relaxed than I'd felt in ages, wondering if there was a little girl 90 miles away furtively knocking on the door of an empty motel room, whispering the fictitious name I'd given her.

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