I was angry as I left the principal's office. Normally I taught 8th-grade kids. I knew what I was doing and I was safe, since they're well above my age of special interest. But today a teacher was sick and I'd been told to take the second grade special education class.

Thank god this was my last week at this crummy school, I thought as I trudged to my assigned task. Only two more days and I was off to a better school in a different town.

It was a small school. There were only five developmentally challenged kids, four boys and a girl. I had no training in this, so there would be no "special education" today. Not much more than babysitting.

When I arrived the kids were all at work with crayons and coloring books. Although they were all 7 or 8, most had the intellectual capacity of 4-year-olds. Of course the one little girl sat front & center, her stumpy little legs carelessly spread beneath a denim skirt as she colored a rabbit blue.

Damn that bastard principal. It was unintentionally cruel to place me in this situation. I'd been a closet pedophile most of my adult life, although I'd never acted on the impulse, only fantasized to gloriously messy orgasms while dreaming of little children. Truth to tell, when having sex with my girlfriend, at the moment of orgasm I often fantasized that I was ejaculating inside a child.

To make matters worse, she was an ugly little kid, with crooked teeth and a few missing; a mouth-breather with dull eyes, unkempt brown hair carelessly braided into pigtails. She was small for her age, still a bit pudgy with babyfat. For reasons I cannot understand, homely kids like this arouse me much more than the precociously pretty ones.

To make matters worse still, my girlfriend had been away for a couple weeks, and I was seriously in need of relief.

The thing in my pants stirred uncomfortably as I stole glances at those alluring little panties while pretending to read a book. They were white cotton, or once had been, printed with faded bunny rabbits. The badly frayed elastic around the leg holes was slack, exposing part of one plump pussy lip, and there was an obvious stain in the crotch.

As the time slowly crawled by I gave myself up to it and abandoned myself to fantasy, undressing the little tyke with my eyes, imagining my large hands fondling and caressing her innocent little body, feeling her soft feminine parts, smelling her, tasting her.

My dick twitched and throbbed in my pants, bloating to full, turgid erection as I stared at the slack, open mouth of the oblivious little kid and gave free reign to my fevered imagination. I carefully moved my hand to my crotch and began surreptitiously squeezing and stroking the thing, savoring the familiar dull ache that burned in the pit of my stomach whenever I let myself imagine the explicit, intimate details of forbidden sex with a small child.

My mouth went dry with lust as I stared at her immature little body, as I fondled and squeezed the thick, firm penis flesh in my hand, my mind seething with images of the exquisitely shameful and delicious sights, and sounds, and smells of utterly depraved kiddie sex. Feeling her little body, shaking and sweating and kissing her gummy, toothless mouth with desperate lust as I slip my hand down into her little panties and...

Dammit, I've got to get a grip before I cum in my pants, I thought to myself. I shifted in my chair to adjust the insistent thing throbbing in my lap and went back to the book I'd been reading. Which I now found far less interesting.

Finally it was nap time, and the kids stretched out on floor cushions. The little girl curled into a foetal position on her side, sucking her thumb. She was facing me, but the skirt now concealed her panties.

Show over. Or so I thought. I was distracted for a moment as one of the boys began coughing, but when I looked back at my little fantasy lover her free hand was moving slowly beneath her skirt.

She was quiet about it, but it was very obvious what she was doing. I suppose I should have stopped her, but I was too engrossed to interrupt her little show. I'd downloaded blurry videos of children masturbating, but they were mostly fakes, just kids putting on a show for Daddy. None of them showed a kid really enjoying it, and reaching orgasm. Which I was dying to see.

The little kid stared blindly through vacant, glassy eyes, saliva drooling from her mouth as she quietly moaned and sucked on her thumb. My dick throbbed in my pants as I watched her deliciously tiny bottom rotating and hunching and clenching.

My mouth went dry as I tried to visualize her tiny, wet fingers stroking between those soft, pudgy little lips. My tongue swelled at the thought of tasting the warm, slick goo puddling inside her stimulated little vagina.

The little girl's hand motion became more jerky, as though thrusting more than stroking. Her quiet sighs and moans slowly changed to a deeper, gutteral grunting -- "n-n-guh... n-n-guhh... n-n-guhh..." She was getting close. So was I.

She held her breath for a long moment, then squeezed her eyes tightly shut, stiffened and her little body jerked hard, once, twice, three times. Her wet thumb popped out of her mouth and she exhaled a long, stuttering, breathy "a-a-a-a-ahhhhhhhh..." Then she just lay there, limp and panting, saliva drooling from her slack little mouth.

Too stunned to move, I just sat there, heart pounding in my chest as my completely engorged penis throbbed in my pants. The little girl finally stirred, half opened her dull eyes and wiped the saliva from her slack mouth with the back of her hand. She slowly withdrew her hand from her panties and my eyes bulged as I saw the blue crayon she clutched in her fingers -- the entire length of it slimy and glistening.

She brought the wet crayon to her nose, sniffed at it curiously, then dropped it on the floor, closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. Omigod. The nasty little kid had been FUCKING herself with the blue crayon! I shivered as a large droplet of pre-cum oozed into the fabric of my underwear to bathe my quivering penis in warm, slick goo.

Jesus. I had to get to the restroom quickly, for relief. The kids were all sleeping now. I decided to bolt.

HONNNNK! HONNNNK! HONNNNK! HONNNNK!

The school fire alarm made me jump in my chair and shocked all the kids awake. Minutes later everyone in the school, faculty and kids, were milling about in the adjacent playground as the flustered principal explained that someone had called in a bomb scare. An emergency response team was on the way, the school would be closed for the day, parents had been notified and were on the way to pick up their children.

One by one the kids departed in parents' cars, except for little Amy. I pushed my way through a cordon of emergency personnel to ask the principal about it.

"What? Oh, yeah, that one," the harried man blurted. "Couldn't reach her mother. They can't find her work phone number, no cell phone, apparently. Just... deal with it, okay, Anderson?"

"Wha... DEAL with it?... HOW?"

"I dunno, man," the flustered principal barked over his shoulder as he strode away. "Just... take her to the zoo or something, then drop her at home when her mother gets home from work. You know she can't be left unsupervised. Get her address from Pickering. Just... deal with it."

I walked back to the little girl, who sat in a swing breathing through her slack mouth and idly picking her nose.

"Come on, Amy, we have to go now," I smiled down at her. My abdomen tingled as the child gazed up at me with her large, dull eyes, her finger still digging in her nose.

"N'kay," the kid mumbled, then stood and grasped my hand. Her little fingers curled into my palm, warm and still slightly sticky from her earlier activities.

My heart pounded in my chest as the little girl settled herself in the passenger seat of my car, idly kicking her overly large, scuffed sneakers against the seat. I'd never allowed myself to be alone with a little girl, and I fought to keep my mind from considering the possibilities.

I tried to make idle conversation as I drove, but it was a wasted effort. The kid was dumb as a post, with no attention span and an addled memory. She couldn't remember what she'd had for breakfast.

Sirens screeched & howled as a trio of emergency vehicles barrelled past. Moments later I turned a corner and hit the brake, snarled in a massive traffic jam. Obviously there'd been an accident ahead. I snapped on the radio and tuned to a news station, but heard nothing relevant.

I did hear a sound that made me turn -- jerky breathing in the seat next to me. The little kid was at it again. She was facing away from me, gazing out the window as her little hand moved beneath her skirt. I turned off the radio and my dick twitched in my pants as I heard her quiet panting more clearly.

My mouth went dry as I watched her little show. The child was completely unselfconscious, idly masturbating herself with no embarrassment at all.

"Amy... Amy? What are you doing, honey?" I said.

"Huh? Oh, nuffin," the kid muttered as she turned to face me, her little hand still working at her crotch.

I just stared, transfixed, as the masturbating child gazed at me. Her dull eyes were half closed and glassy. Her tongue lolled in her slack mouth and a runnel of snot leaked from her nose as she pleasured herself.

I didn't know exactly how old the child was, but it was obvious that she'd begun to develop sexual desires. Since she only had the mental capacity of a 4-year-old, though, she had absolutely no inhibitions about it. I tried to force myself not to think about the obvious opportunities this combination of traits offered.

The little girl just sat there, masturbating happily, unashamed to let me watch an act that would have been deeply shameful to other kids her age. She began grunting quietly, saliva bubbled between her lips, and the corners of her slack mouth curled up in a weak grin as her hand moved faster in her panties. I could feel the pre-cum leaking from my rigid dick, and I realized I'd probably cum in my pants when the little kid began bucking and snorting in orgasm.

"Amy, s- stop that, honey," I murmured, my tongue thick with lust as I reached to tug the child's hand out of her panties. I desperately wanted to watch, but I was uncomfortably aware that people in other cars stalled nearby might notice what was going on in my car.

"Huh? B- but I not finished yet, Mister Anderson," the child whined.

"Tell you want, Amy, we'll go to my house and you can get all finished there, okay?" I said, resting my sweating hand on the child's slim thigh.

Still pouting with her lower lip poked out, the child nodded, pressing her little thighs together and squirming in the seat. The traffic finally began to move again. Horns honked and I jerked my hand up to grab the wheel.

My mind reeled at the thought of a sexually aroused second-grader sitting right next to me, her warm, juicy little pussy only inches away. My resolve crumbled. I began to rationalize. The little girl was very highly sexed, obviously enjoyed physical pleasure, and she was memory-impaired. My vision was blurred, my breathing ragged. I don't know how I managed to get home without a wreck.

At the house I opened a beer, offered the kid a soft drink and settled her into a chair in the living room. She clutched the glass awkwardly in both hands as she sucked up the sweet liquid, idly kicking her little shoes against the seat. My eyes traveled up from the scuffed shoes, up the child's spindly legs, her knobby knees, to the pale, skinny thighs where they disappeared beneath the little denim skirt. She looked like one of the kids on the child model web sites I often visited, in the early part of the photo set, before the precocious little model coyly sheds her clothes and spreads her slim legs to tease me to orgasm.

The kid sucked noisily at the straw as she drained the glass. I put down my beer, dug in her book bag and produced crayons and a coloring book. She grinned, flopped down on the carpeted floor and began coloring as I looked down at her, wrestling with my conscience.

This little tyke was years younger than the children I normally fantasized about. Her short, skinny arms and legs were just what I'd always dreamed, but her little tummy was still round and plump with infantile babyfat. I tried to convince myself that she was just too young, even for me, but the bulging erection in my pants betrayed me. She was, after all, a child. And I was, after all, an extremely horny closet pedophile.

I noticed my hands shaking as I crossed the room to lock the door, to draw the window blinds shut, to turn off the telephone, my mind reeling with the thought that I'd probably never again be so completely alone with such a tempting little girl.

I slipped off my shoes and stretched out on the floor beside the busy little kid. My nostrils flared with lust and fear, wondering how she'd react if I touched her. "Oh, you're coloring the house orange," I said in what I hoped was a casual voice as I stroked the child's back with my hand. "That's a very nice house. I wonder who lives there?" I said, taking longer strokes so my hand brushed lightly over her enticing little bottom.

"Thass your house," the kid said, her tongue poking out as she concentrated on her coloring. "Thass you an' me inside."

"Oh, I see," I said, my hand moving down to clasp the child's small thigh. "What are we doing in there?"

"Nuffin, just playin'" the little girl replied. She hadn't responded yet to my touch, so I held my breath and slowly moved my hand down, casually stroking her soft, bare thigh.

"Oh, that's good. I like playing with little girls," I said in a husky whisper as my hand slowly caressed her skinny leg. The little leg was so tiny my hand could nearly encircle it, which fired every pedophile synapse in my brain. My mouth went dry with lust as I savored my first sensation of feeling little girl flesh, stroking her tiny calves, fondling her childishly knobby little knee, savoring the warm softness of her matchstick thin thigh.

I still wrestled with my conscience. But I rationalized that this was doing no harm, and the child was oblivious. Even if this went no further, it would be a memory that I'd treasure forever, blatantly fondling a small child like this for the first time. But the engorged dick throbbing in my pants as I squeezed and stroked her bare leg, so small in my hand, made me ache to go just a little further.

"Oh, careful, Amy, you're coloring outside the lines," I said to distract her as my wandering hand crept an inch beneath the little denim skirt. "You're supposed to stay inside the lines," I prompted as my hand crept farther beneath the little skirt to playfully stroke and squeeze the soft flesh of her inner thigh, an inch from her panty crotch.

"This is fun, playing together like this, isn't it, Amy?" I croaked, as I felt my fingers lightly brush the child's damp panty crotch. "I like playing with little girls. "Can I... play with you, Amy?"

"N'kay," the kid muttered, clumsily scribbling with the crayon and oblivious or uncaring that my fingers were now pressed into her soft panty crotch. I stroked my fingers gently against her, and her complete lack of response began to quell my desperate fears.

"Do you mind if I touch you, down here, Amy?" I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest as my fingers slipped beneath the loose, frayed leg hole of her little panties.

The kid stopped scribbling and turned to look at me, her mouth slack, her eyes dull and vacant. My heart nearly stopped in terror. "Naw, thass okay, I guess," she said. "It kinda feels good." Then she turned back and resumed her scribbling.

I exhaled in relief and my dick throbbed in my pants as I gently nudged her little legs apart and felt my first touch of a child's soft, tender genitalia. My pulse thundered in my ears as I dipped my finger into the gooey warmth puddled between her pudgy sex lips. Would she let me do this, or leap to her feet screaming?

The little girl stopped coloring, lifted her head to stare blankly at the wall for a moment, then parted her lips as I gently stroked her little pussy. A moment later she dropped her head onto the coloring book and just lay there, letting me masturbate her beneath her panties. Her eyelids fluttered closed, her lips curled into a contented smile, and she began drooling onto the coloring book as I felt the warm goo begin to leak from her aroused little hole.

In the utter silence of the room, I could hear my own ragged breathing as I gently stroked the soft little pussy. All my life I'd watched kids in the playground, sneaking glimpses of little panties, lusting for them, gone home and masturbated to orgasm looking at photos of naked children. And now... oh, god, I was living the dream, my fevered brain reeling at the outrageous depravity of sexually fondling a small, mentally stunted child.

My dick jerked and I almost came in my pants when I realized that the oblivious child didn't care what I did. I pulled my hand from her little panties to stave off premature ejaculation. "Amy? Amy, stand up for me, honey, so I can see how pretty you are, okay?" I stammered in a husky voice. The kid lifted her head from the wet coloring book and clambered awkwardly to her feet, pouting down at me, frustrated that her sexual pleasure had been interrupted.

"Amy, I'm warm, honey. Do you mind if I t- take off my clothes?" I stammered, my cheeks burning with shame at the obscene question, but the kid just shrugged and nodded, "N-kay."

I quickly stripped naked and knelt before the little girl, clasping her skinny legs to hold her close so she couldn't see my engorged dick throbbing and leaking pre-cum onto the hem of her denim skirt. I tugged the child close, breathing raggedly, my hands gliding up her stumpy legs and soft little thighs until I cupped her tiny, grapefruit-size bottom in my palms beneath the little skirt.

"S- such a pretty little girl," I breathed into the kid's hair, as my trembling hands slowly glided up and down her frail body. "Amy, did... did you know I've always wanted to feel a little girl like this, honey?" I panted into her hair as I fondled her knobby knees, deliciously skinny thighs and soft, round bottom. "It makes me very, very excited because you're such a little girl... and grownups are never, ever supposed to t- touch little children like this," I gasped, my abdomen quivering at the depravity of my words as my fingers traced the elastic leg holes of her little panties. The oblivious kid just nodded, craning her head down to watch me fondle her.

With an effort, I dragged my hands from beneath the child's skirt and reached up to caress her babyfat tummy and flat chest. "Amy, will you show me your pretty little nipples, honey?"I panted, fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. "N'kay," she nodded, shrugging her bony shoulders. I undid the top two buttons and spread open the blouse to reveal a faded beige training bra stretched across her table-flat chest.

"Oh, look, Amy's got pretty little nipples," I whispered as I raised the usless bra to expose the tiny, brown nubbins on her porcelain-pale chest. "Such tiny, littlegirl nipples," I breathed, my lips hovering half an inch from the right one. Unable to stop myself, I drew the tiny nipplet between my lips, stroking it with my tongue and moaning on it as I felt it begin to engorge and stiffen.

The kid sucked in her breath in surprise, and I felt her stumpy little fingers curl into my hair. Still licking and sucking, I traced my fingertip lightly around the other nipplet, then gently began rolling it between my fingers.

"Oh... oh, dafeel good," the child panted, her fingers tightening on my scalp. I pulled back to look into the excited child's face. "Do you like that, Amy?" I croaked. "You like me to play with your little nipples, honey?"

"Y- yeah, yeah, do it summore," she panted, squirming in my arms and trying to thrust her bony chest toward my mouth. "Play wif my nippus summore..."

Her sulky, childish voice and pouty expression fired every pedophilic synapse in my brain. I pressed the child's body into mine, grabbed her freckled cheeks and plunged my tongue into her open mouth, to suck and swirl her tiny tongue. The surprised little girl didn't pull away, or respond, she just stood still letting me moan my desperate lust into her open mouth as my shaking hand plunged back beneath her skirt to cup and knead her wet panty crotch, frantically hunching my dripping dick into the folds of her little denim skirt.

I had to break the passionate kiss to keep from ejaculating all over her skirt. "S- sorry, little Amy, I... I just got too excited, honey," I panted.

"Dass okay, Mister Anderson, I never did kissy like that before. Will you play wif my nippus summore, now?"

"O- okay, baby, I will. But first I want to do something else, okay? Will you let me take off your little panties, honey?" I stammered, stroking the soft cotton fabric beneath her skirt. "I've always wanted to take off a little girl's panties, and look at her little pussy, Amy. Will you let me?"

The kid just nodded and shrugged again, wiping her wet mouth with the back of her hand. "Here, Amy, hold this, okay, so I can see," I whispered, lifting the skirt hem to her chest, where she held it as I gazed for a long moment at her little cartoon kiddie panties, and the alluring damp spot in the crotch.

"Oh, Amy's got happy bunny rabbits on her little panties," I whispered to distract her as I savored a sight I'd so long fantasized -- my large hands slowly tugging down a child's panties. My dick jerked and drooled on the floor as her puffy little vulva was exposed, the soft lips primly pressed together. She daintily stepped out of the panties, I dropped them on the floor and whispered, "And... and such a pretty little pussy, too, Amy. Will you let me touch your little pussy?"

"Huh? Whassa... a poosey, Mr. Anderson?"

"It's... well, Amy, it's... this," I grunted, craning forward to plaster my face against her and curl my tongue into the soft little furrow. The child gasped in shock, dropped her skirt hem over my head and I felt her fingers curl into my scalp as I hungrily licked and sucked, savoring the acrid, musky taste of her girlish excitement in my mouth.

The denim skirt covering my head muffled sounds, but I could clearly hear the little girl huffing and panting her pleasure as I licked and teased the mouth of her drooling little hole with the tip of my tongue. The child slumped forward onto my shoulders, and I could feel her drooling on my back as she squeezed my head between her soft little thighs and rhythmically hunched her wet crotch into my mouth.

Her legs went limp, her knobby knees buckled, and she would have collapsed on the floor if I hadn't caught her little bottom in my hands. I lifted her slight body,laid her gently back on the floor and flipped the denim skirt up to her chest as she pouted and whined, "Naw, keep dOIN' it." I lifted her tiny legs to drape them over my shoulders and dived back in, licking and sucking her drooling little sex crevice.

I was stunned by the generous amount of sex goo the little girl produced, nearly as much as a very aroused adult woman. I withdrew for a moment to lick my lips, savoring my first taste of a sexually aroused child's vaginal secretions. The pungent smell of it made me shiver with pedosexual lust and I had to struggle to hold back premature orgasm as I watched the child's excited vagina puckering open and closed, drooling tiny bubbles of the pungent liquid onto the carpet.

I sucked the little girl's sex back into my mouth, groaning heavily into her juicy crotch and fondling her babyfat tummy. Within moments the kid stiffened, hunched herself hard into my mouth and came, grunting and snorting like a little piglet. Her little shoes pounded my back, and her wildly flailing arms scattered crayons all over the floor until the convulsive spasms subsided and she dropped limply back onto the coloring book.

I raised myself from her wet crotch, intoxicated by the smell of the child's slippery cunt slime smeared all over my cheeks and chin.

"Did you like that, Amy?" I whispered, my wet lips brushing her flushed cheek.

"Uh-huh... uh-huh..." the child gasped, staring up at me with half-closed eyes and panting. "I got all finished!" she announced proudly, gazing at me with a dazed, semi-toothless grin. "I got all finished real GOOD that time!"

"That's good, little baby," I rasped. "Now I need to get all finished, too, okay? Will you help me get all finished?"

"N'kay," the kid nodded, gazing at me with her dull, uncomprehending eyes.

"Amy, do you know the difference between boys and girls?"

"Yeah, boys are mean. The boys at school say I'm stoopid."

"No, you're not stupid, Amy, you're just a bit... slow, that's all," I reassured the child, stroking her tummy. "I think you're a very... cute little girl," I lied. The kid gazed up at me, her mouth curling into a shy smile.

I lifted the small child into my arms and stood, nuzzling her tiny nose with mine. "Thank you for letting me play with your little pee-pee, Amy," I smiled at the little kid, stroking her hair reassuringly. "Now, would you like to play with mine?"

"N'kay!" the kid grinned, pigtails bouncing as she eagerly nodded. Grinning, Her legs still weak from the intensity of her orgasm, the child swayed a bit unsteadily when I put her down, then her eyes went wide when she saw my dick for the first time.

"Wow, whass THAT, Mister Anderson?" the kid blurted, pointing a stubby finger at the stiff meat bobbing near her face.

"That's... that's my little man," I smiled down at the child, stroking her pigtails with my hand.

"Wow, will I get one of those when I grow up?" she said, staring with wonder and fascination at the thing.

"No, baby, only boys have these," I smiled. "Girls have something much better, a warm, juicy little hole down there. My little man wants to go up inside your little girl hole very, very much."

"B-b-bweeeee hee hee hee!" the little girl burst into delighted giggles, her crooked teeth flashing as she poked at my dick with her finger to watch it bounce. "It's a little man! B-b-bweeeee hee hee hee!"

I collapsed naked into a chair and tugged the little tyke into my lap, facing away from me, her short legs straddling my hairy thighs, her denim skirt obscenely bunched up around her waist, watching with a dry mouth as she giggled and kept poking the little man to make it bounce.

Amy produced a crayon I hadn't noticed, clutched in her right hand. Grinning broadly, she grabbed the rigid shaft of my penis to hold it still, then poked out her tongue in concentration as she carefully drew a smiley face on the fat, shiny head of my engorged dick.

"Look, Mister Anderson," she grinned, proudly. "Now it's a happy little man!" she said, wagging my dick from side to side, to show off her handiwork.

"Oh, yes, Amy," I whispered hoarsely, watching the child's sticky little fingers clutch and wag my rigid penis. "He's very happy. He likes for you to touch him and play with him like that."

I took the crayon and drew two eyes and a nose just above the child's chubby little sex lips. "Look, Amy," I said. "It's a little girl. She's a funny little girl. Her mouth goes sideways, see?"

She dropped my penis and bent to look down curiously at the cartoon face I'd drawn on her bare pubis. I peeled open her little sex lips and synched in a high-pitched voice, "Hello, Amy. I'm your little girl. I am very shy, but I like this little man. Can I play with him?"

The kid watched, fascinated, as I opened and closed her little pussy lips in synch with my words, then clapped her hand to her face and burst into gales of giggles at my obscene ventriloquist act.

"Oh, no, little girl," the child cooed, grabbing my stiff penis with both hands. "You can't play wif him, I wanna play wif him."

I groaned out loud as I watched the child's small hands roam all over my engorged dick, feeling the tightly stretched flesh with sticky little fingers. With the intellectual development of a 4-year-old, the child had no idea what she was doing as she fondled my bloated sexual organ as though playing with a doll. Her fingernails were dirty, with traces of chipped pink polish, which emphasized her childish innocence as she naively masturbated me.

"Good girl, Amy, touch it, play with it," I whispered hoarsely. "Give the little man a nice, warm hug with your fingers, Amy."

The kid cooed delightedly, wrapped her little fists around the stiff penis and squeezed. "Oh, god, yeah," I breathed as a droplet of pre-cum slowly leaked out and dripped down over the crayon face she'd drawn.

"Oh, look, Mister Anderson, your little man is sad," she pouted, petulantly, as she watched the warm pre-cum dripping down onto her tiny fingers. "Look, he's crying."

"Maybe... maybe my little man is sad because he wants your little girl to kiss him," I rasped, my voice hoarse with lust. "Do you think she'd like to kiss the sad little man?"

"N'kay," the kid chirped brightly, pulling the crayon-painted head of my dick to her slippery pussy lips. "Mmmm... mmmm... mmmm..." she mimed a kissing sound as she slowly stroked the bulging head of my penis between her little sex lips like a hotdog in a bun.

"Oh god, little baby, yes," I gasped, reaching up to fondle the kid's flat chest as I felt the warm, slippery goo slathering all over my straining dick. "K- kiss the... the little man... k- kiss it... The little man is just about to... to get... r- really happy, Amy..."

"Mmmm... mmmm... smack... mmm..." the child mimed, her breath quickening as she stroked the warm penis flesh into her sensitized sex.

"Mister Anderson, does your little man wanna go up inside my hole now?" the kid suddenly blurted in her innocently naive, childish voice as she stroked the rigid shaft between her slippery, babyfat labia.

"Oh shit..." I gasped in shock as a geyser of sperm erupted from my overstimulated dick and shot a foot into the air. The child squeezed the thing and shrieked with giggles as she watched it gush and squirt until the last dribbles of semen oozed down onto her little fingers and dripped to the floor.

"Wow, Mister Anderson, what happened?" the kid giggled, wrinkling her nose at the acrid smell and wiping her slimy hands on her skirt.

"I... I... M- my little man g- got all finished, honey," I gasped, my abdomen heaving. "He really wanted to get all finished up inside your little girl hole, honey, but he got too excited. He got all finished before he could go up inside you."

The kid thought this over for a moment, then said, "Well... well, he could go in there now," she said. "Would he like that?"

I just watched, dumbstruck, as the child gripped my slimy penis, bit her lip and began trying to stuff the thick head into her vagina. She grunted as the slippery head strained to enter her, then popped away.

Gasping, I squirmed to adjust the child on my lap for a better angle of entry. A droplet of sweat leaked down my temple as I watched the little crayon face on my straining dick head disappear between the child's pudgy sex lips. The fleshy hole finally relented and the thing suddenly popped inside. Semi-flaccid now from my orgasm, and slick with semen, the limp thing glided smoothly in to the root. The kid obviously had lost her hymen long ago, probably the result of her obsessive crayon masturbation.

Amy grunted quietly, squirmed to adjust herself on the soft penis, then just sat still. "It feels kinda funny in there," she announced. "Is the little man happy, now?"

"Oh, yes, Amy, but he's very sleepy right now," I said, my voice hoarse with lust. Even though I'd just cum, even though my dick was spent and flaccid, I was intoxicated by the sensation of penetrating a small child for the first time. "Maybe you can wake him up, if you sing to him. Sing Mary Had a Little Lamb," I murmured, fondling the child's soft, round tummy.

The kid giggled, then began to sing, swinging her little shoes rhythmically in time with the song. The motion made her pussy pinch and suck wetly on my dick. The nursery-rhyme lyrics sung in her childish voice made me shiver with pedosexual lust, and my spent dick began to twitch deep inside her warm vagina.

"Oh, yeah, little baby," I breathed into the child's pigtails, closing my eyes and inhaling the aroma of her bubblegum-scented shampoo as she sang and gently rocked in my lap. My penis began to throb, swelling slightly with each beat of my thumping heart.

"Mary had a lit- tle lamb, lit- tle lamb, lit... OWW!" she suddenly halted the song. "It poked me inside!"

"That's because you're making him very happy, Amy," I breathed. "He's never been up inside a little girl, and it makes him very, very excited."

"Ow, OW! It h- HURTS in there! It's gettin' too BIG!" the child whined as my penis began to lengthen and bloat inside her.

My eyes squeezed shut, I just gritted my teeth and concentrated on the exquisite sensation of my dick throbbing and expanding deep inside the little girl's juicy sex hole. Her childish pouting and whimpering only made the depraved act more thrilling and erotic. I enfolded the child's small body in my arms to soothe her, and to hold her still in my lap so I could savour the feeling.

I felt the first rivulet of pre-cum ooze from the tip as my penis engorged, bloating and stretching the little girl's delicate vagina while she sat atop my balls, completely impaled.

"No, no, stop, stop... sto..." the child suddenly paused and held her breath, an astonished look on her face.

"oh... oh... o- OH!" the little kid gasped. Her mouth and eyes popped wide open as the rigid meat inside her bloated to full erection, stretching and stimulating the tender flesh of her cunt.

She held her breath for a long moment. "...o- ohhh..." she finally exhaled, craning her head down to stare at the place where my hairy balls pressed into her pale crotch. Her little tummy quivered and she began quietly panting.

"Does that feel good, Amy?" I whispered, "Does it feel better in there than your little crayon?" "Uh... uh-huh," the kid gasped. "Dafeel good..." she whispered.

The little girl slumped heavily back against my chest, panting quietly. Less urgent now after my spontaneous orgasm, I left my rigid dick in at full penetration and very gently nudged her slight body forward and back to stimulate her aroused little vagina.

I reached around her, unfastened the remaining buttons of her blouse and spread it open to expose the tiny, flat training bra. I tugged the little bra up and my eyes bulged as I saw the kid's obscenely aroused nipples, as stiff and rigid as little pencil erasers, straining outward from her bony, flat chest.

The child exhaled a long, hissing sigh as I pressed my palm across both tiny nipplets, slowly stroking them and cupping her babyfat tummy to further arouse her as I rhythmically nudged the stiff penis inside her.

I craned my head forward to look down at the child's face and nearly ejaculated at the sight. Her eyes were dim and glassy, her mouth slack and curved into a limp, vague smile, her little tongue lolling through the gummy gap in her teeth. Her arms hung limply at her sides and saliva bubbled from her mouth as the little girl sighed and gurgled her pleasure like an infant suckling on a bottle.

My mind seethed with pedosexual lust as I fondled and fucked the happy little second-grader, watched the spittle bubbling from her lips and the sounds she made as she enjoyed the unfamiliar pleasure of her first deep vaginal penetration.

I wetted my fingers in my mouth and lightly teased the little raisinette nipples straining from the child's bony chest. She sucked in her breath sharply. The eyes rolled white in her head. The little girl trembled and began grunting like a rutting farm animal, wiggling and grinding herself on the blunt penis that impaled her.

"Oooh, Amy is a naughty little girl," I panted into the child's hair. "Little Amy likes to fuck that big, nasty dick up inside her little tummy, don't you, Amy?" Her senses overwhelmed by the unfamiliar intensity of deep, carnal craving, the oblivious child didn't hear a word, just wiggled and grunted in my lap.

I gripped her skinny thighs and gently rocked the child forward and back on my balls. "n-n-n-gUUUUUUUUUuuuu," the kid groaned loudly, collapsing back against my chest, her breath coming in jerky gasps as she felt the meaty shaft prod the sensitive flesh inside her vagina. Her little pigtails swung as she twisted her head from side to side against my chest, trembling and grinding herself almost painfully on my balls.

"Oh, god, yeah, CUM for me, honey," I whispered. "Let Daddy feel your sweet little kiddie orgasm all over Daddy's big, wet dick." The child was oblivious, eyes dim and glassy as she rotated her skinny hips, grunting and grinding herself toward orgasm. I gritted my teeth with lust as I felt the bloated head of my dick grinding tightly against the child's hard little cervix, her distended pussy lips pinching at the root of my dick.

I dropped my hand to the child's crotch, pinched her straining clitoris and rolled it between thumb and forefinger. The kid arched her back, threw open her mouth and screamed, her skinny legs thrashing as she plunged into orgasm.

Horrified, I clapped my hand over the orgasming child's mouth to stifle her screams. Her gritty little fingernails dug painfully into my arms as she frantically bounced her tiny bottom on my pubic bone. I wrapped my free arm around the child in a tight bear hug to suppress her frantic squirming and keep her seated firmly on my balls, motionless, so I could savor the sensation of her tiny vagina hungrily spasming and clutching and sucking at my bloated dick as she screamed her relief into my palm.

She finally collapsed back against my chest, limp and gasping, and I peeled my hand away from her slack mouth, dripping with saliva. The deeply impaled little girl lay back against me, her bony chest heaving, a dazed, stupid grin on her face. My face probably looked the same as I gripped her body and savored the sensation of her satisfied little sexual organ quivering and contracting on my dick. I sat motionless, fondling her and panting in pedophile nirvana, as the little pussy squeezed... and squeezed... and squeeeeezed... and paused... and squeeeeezed again, until the kid's orgasmic contractions finally subsided.

"Did you like that, Amy?" I whispered with a dry mouth, gently stroking the child's trembling tummy as my aching penis drooled pre-cum inside her.

"...huf... huf... huf... huf... y- yeah," the kid mumbled, wiping the saliva from her mouth with the back of her hand. "I g- got all finished, Mister Anderson. I never got all finished THAT good before!" she announced, grinning with pride at her accomplishment.

My dick twitched inside her and the little girl giggled. "That's good, Amy. Now I need to get all finished, too," I whispered, twirling the child's pigtails in my fingers. "Will you let me do it inside you, honey? Inside your little girl hole?"

"N'kay, Mister Anderson," the kid nodded, weakly.

The chair was uncomfortable, so I gripped the child's waist and lifted her frail body until my rigid meat sucked out of her little pussy with a wet plop. I went to the bathroom for a towel and returned to find the little girl sitting on the chair kicking her legs, staring blankly at the wall and picking her nose.

I spread the fuck towel on the sofa across the room, then lifted the little kid off the chair into my arms. I tugged her finger out of her nose, crushed my mouth into hers and kissed her deeply, groaning with long suppressed pedosexual lust as my tongue licked the gummy gap between her crooked little teeth. My wet dick throbbed in the cool air and leaked a rivulet of pre-cum as I swabbed the child's mouth with my swollen tongue and fondled her little grapefruit-size bottom.

My nostrils flared as I glanced down to see a slimy wet spot on the chair cushion where the child had been sitting. "Are you going to let me fuck you, little Amy?" I whispered hoarsely as I fondled the delicate flesh of her tiny bottom. "Are you going to let me use your little baby pussy, honey?"

"Huh? What, Mister Anderson?" the kid mumbled as I carried her to the sofa and stretched out on my back in a comfortable position on the fuck towel.

"It's like what we did before, honey, with my little man up inside you," I whispered, swinging her light body over to straddle my hips, facing me this time.

"Oh," the kid mumbled, looking down to watch as I slipped off her skirt and blouse so we were both completely naked except for her socks, sneakers and tiny training bra, which emphasized her little babyfat tummy beneath. "Does that mean you're gonna squirt that stinky stuff in my hole, Mister Anderson?"

"Oh, yeah, honeybunch," I gasped, staring into the child's ruddy, wet little fuck hole. "Daddy's gonna fill you all up with hot, nasty sperm, baby," I practically growled as I aimed the meaty pole and began to push.

I gasped as I watched the happy crayon face on the tip of my dick pry open the child's vagina. The little girl bit her lip and whimpered softly, then grunted loudly as the thing popped in. Well greased with pre-cum and female sex goo, my dick slowly penetrated the child's fleshy little tunnel until her tender crotch rested firmly on my pubic bone.

"O... my... g-GHOD," I hissed, gritting my teeth to avoid premature ejaculation as I felt my dick head nestle against child's hard little cervix. I lay completely motionless and panting, not daring to move until the moment of crisis passed and I could regain control. Fucking a small child for the first time was the culmination of a lifelong desire, and I had to make it last. I tried to talk, to help forestall premature ejaculation.

"Amy? H- how old are you, sweetie?" I gasped, fondling the child's spindly little thighs. The kid lifted her gaze from her crotch to look at me with dull, unfocused eyes and held up seven stubby fingers. "Seven an' a haf," she muttered. "I'll be eight on my birfday, couple months from now."

"Oooo, Amy is a big girl, almost eight years old," I whispered hoarsely, my mind fogged with lust as I felt my throbbing penis drool a greasy runnel of pre-cum deep inside the child. "H- have you ever had a big dick up inside your little girl hole like this, Amy?" I rasped.

The child furrowed her brow and craned down to look again at her crotch. "Is his name Dick, Mister Anderson?" she cooed, pointing a stubby finger at her belly button where she felt the thing throbbing inside her.

"Y- yes, Amy, and... and my dick loves being so deep inside your little girl hole, baby," I muttered, reaching up to fondle the naked 7-year-old's tiny nipples. "Daddy's little girl feels so nice and warm and creamy inside."

The kid's mouth crinkled into a grin and she giggled. "I feel CREAMY inside? Bweeee-hee-hee-hee-hee! Yer funny, Mister Anderson!" Her giggles tensed the little girl's abdominal muscles and her vagina clenched me softly, like a tiny wet fist.

"Ogod, yeah, FUCK me, little baby," I hissed, grasping the child's tiny bottom and gently rocking her front to back on my pubic bone. The little kid grimaced and began to whimper in a mewing, kittenish voice as I rocked her on my engorged penis, "ew... ew...ew... ew..."

"Th- that's it, Amy. Move just like that, honey," I gasped. "forward and back... very, very slowly, to tease Daddy." When the kid got the rhythm I wanted, I let go of her little bottom and clasped my hands behind my head, leaned back and just watched, my eyes bulging at the depraved sight of a naked little 7-year-old riding me, her motions softly milking and sucking the thick meat that impaled her.

sexually sated after her own orgasm, the kid soon grew bored of the game, brought her fist to her face and began sucking her thumb as she rhythmically rocked herself on my pubic bone. "Mfh... mfh... mfh... mfh..." she breathed on the wet thumb in her mouth, her dull eyes gazing vacantly off into the distance. The little kid had absolutely no idea what was happening, no clue that she was performing one of the sexual acts most forbidden by society.

"Good girl... that's a good little girl," I reasurred the deeply impaled child, reaching down to fondle her miniature thighs with shaking hands. "Ride Daddy nice and slow, Amy," I gasped. My gaze dropped from the child's oblivious face to watch her little babyfat tummy slowly thrusting forward and back. Her tiny belly button winked at me as the delicate flesh of her immature vagina squeezed and sucked at the engorged penis deep inside her.

"Mfh... mfh... mfh... mfh..." the kid grunted, sucking her thumb and staring blankly at the wall as she rhythmically ground her little body on my dick. I gritted my teeth, struggling to hold back climax, as aroused by the sound of my own heavy breathing as the sight of the little girl's obscene tummy thrusts.

"Gh- ghod, Amy, y- you're such a... LITTLE girl," I whispered with a dry mouth as I watched the bored child laconically fucking me, her ratty pigtails swinging. My quivering penis drooled a puddle of pre-cum deep inside her as a hazy image formed in my mind of the small child sitting before me in school, her mouth slack, her finger in her nose... her little legs carelessly spread beneath the desk, her little cartoon kiddie panties... her knobby little knees...

"Amy? C- come here, baby. K- kith me, Amy," I lisped, my tongue thick with lust as I tugged the child down, pulled the wet thumb out of her mouth and plastered my mouth to hers. I sucked her tiny tongue and let myself go, groaning heavily into her mouth as the torrent of hot sperm squirted and pumped and gushed into the child's warm little fuck hole.

"MMMMMMMMMMM," I groaned into her mouth, frantically squeezing her soft, tiny butt cheeks as my grateful penis jerked and heaved and squirted deep inside the naked little 7-year-old, my butt clenched and quivering until I was spent and gasping.

My head fell heavily back on the sofa cushion. The little kid wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, gazed at me with a vaguely bewildered look, then laid her head on my chest, idly toying with my chest hairs as my spent dick quivered and twitched deep inside her.

My chest heaved like I'd just run a marathon, every pore in my body seething with excruciatingly intense ecstasy -- the physical sensation enhanced by the depraved knowledge that I'd just ejaculated deep inside a little special-ed second-grader with the mental capacity of a 4-year-old.

I caressed the naked tot's limp body and felt my tingling dick slowly softening deep inside her warm, slimy little cunt. My nostrils quivered at the acrid stench of sweat and sperm and kiddie sex that pervaded the room. I glanced around to see the child's play clothes scattered all over the floor and dribbled a little after-spurt of semen deep inside her as my eye fell on the wet crotch of her childish bunny rabbit panties.

"Are you o- okay, Amy?" I whispered to the tiny child sprawled limply across my chest. My voice caught in my throat as I felt the warm, greasy sperm beginning to drip out of her overstuffed little sexual organ into the hairs of my quivering balls.

"Uh-huh," the kid nodded, her pigtails swinging. "Is Dick all finished now, Mister Anderson?"

"Yeah, sweetie, Dick got all finished up inside you," I muttered as I slowly sucked my spent penis out of the child's warm vagina, followed by a viscous puddle of sperm.

The kid awkwardly clambered off me to stand beside the sofa, her pudgy tummy poked out, the little training bra still jerked above her tiny nipples. "It smells bad," she announced, pointing a stubby finger at the milky puddle of semen dripping down onto the fuck towel from my wet balls.

My eyes traveled down the child's naked body to focus on a greasy bubble of sperm dripping from her tiny, reddened pussy lips. Finally relieved of my desperate sexual compulsion, my cheeks burned with shame at the disgusting thing I'd done as I looked up into the kid's dull brown eyes.

I told the little girl to go play, lay back and closed my eyes, trying to quell the almost nauseating disgust I felt about the thing I'd done. The shame was all too familiar. I felt it each time I wiped off my spent dick with a towel after ejaculating to videos or pictures of small children being sexually abused. Always before I could rationalize that I was only a voyeur. Now I was the sexual molester. But my new rationalization was that, at least, the kid wasn't harmed by what we'd done, in fact seemed to eagerly enjoy it.

I caught a whiff of the child's dried pussy juice still clinging to my cheeks and chin, and my soft dick twitched. God help me, I thought. I'm actually becoming aroused by the utter depravity of my own deeply shameful desires. My cheeks burned furiously, but I also felt a warm glow in the pit of my stomach. I wanted more. It wasn't enough. God help me, I wanted more filthy, depraved kiddie sex.

*****

I awoke from a deep slumber an hour later. I grabbed the slimy fuck towel, mopped up the puddle of sperm on the floor beside the child's discarded panties and went to the bathroom to toss it in the hamper and relieve my bladder.

The house was completely silent as I left the bathroom to look for the little 7-year-old I'd just defiled. Apprehension rose as I found room after room empty. "Amy? Where are you, sweetie?" No response. Oh, shit.

A movement caught my eye through the kitchen window and I saw the little kid in the back yard, near the garden. She was wearing nothing but socks, shoes and her little training bra, sperm dripping from her slimed crotch as she squatted to pick flowers. Oh, SHIT!

I dashed to jerk on a pair of running shorts and bolted out the back door, carrying a bath towel. I scooped up the naked child, threw the towel around her and glanced around to see if we'd been observed. Luckily, both of my adjacent neighbors are childless, two-income households, so no one was home on a weekday.

The kid looked confused as I admonished her while carrying her back into the house. My voice grew less stern as I felt her warm, tender skin against my bare chest, and my nose wrinkled at her scent. The child reeked of sperm and dried sweat.

After a quick shower I dressed the little kid and piled her into the car. Half an hour later I pulled up in the driveway of a house in a shabby part of town, behind an old Toyota with a badly dented fender.

A plump woman emerged, looking tired, and I handed over my little charge, nodding at her thanks and silently praying that the little kid didn't remember too many details of the day.

END of Chapter 1