I'm a reporter for a metropolitan daily paper, but I'd spent the past week on the road listening to hackneyed speeches by fifth-rate political candidates in small-town VFW halls on the eve of primary elections.

I'd screwed up a major story the week before, but I'm too good to fire so this was my editor's punishment. But my penance was finally done, and I was on my way home.

I sipped my coffee and looked around the funky diner, no different from any of the small-town diners I'd visited over the past week. Except for the little girl.

She sat in the last booth, beside the coffee-service counter, reading a comic book and kicking her feet against the booth. She was cute as a button in a yellow Little Princess t-shirt and blue denim skirt, her bright red hair done up in braids.

My sandwich arrived and I dived in, peering once in a while at the cute youngster's face, porcelain pale and heavily freckled, with an endearingly wide gap between her front teeth. My gaze traveled down to her silky little thighs beneath the table, and my lecherous mind drifted to lascivious thoughts. I have a secure relationship back home with a woman my own age but, although I love her dearly, my private masturbation fantasies always feature sex with children -- very small children, about the age of the little pixie in the last booth.

She got up and went to tug at the skirt of a middle-aged waitress who also had red hair. Mommy, obviously. The child hugged her around the waist, they chatted for a moment, then the girl went back to her booth, put her head in her hands and looked right at me.

I smiled nervously and looked back down at the local newspaper I'd been "reading." A moment later the kid was climbing into my booth, in the seat opposite me.

"Hi, Mister," she said. "You're new here, arencha?" I nodded, chewing my sandwich.

"I think my Mommy likes you," she announced, in the frankly solemn way small children report their news.

"Uh... oh, really," I mumbled, swallowing a bite. "And how do you know that?"

"Oh, I can just tell," she grinned, kicking her little feet. "She been lookin' at you."

She leaned over the table to whisper: "...an' I can smell it!"

I gulped hard. "Um... what?"

The kid clapped her hand over her mouth and giggled. "I can smell it!" she whispered. "Y'know, when she gets all excited by a guy. But don't tell her, n'kay? She don't know I can smell it."

"Uh... s- sure, okay..." I managed.

"I can smell real good," she chirped, proudly. "You smell real clean, an' I can tell you smoke, but not cigarettes. You smoke cigars, doncha?"

"Y- yeah, that's right," I nodded. "That's... quite a talent you have, honey. What's your name?"

"Anna. Annabelle McCormick," she chirped. "Where you from, Mister?"

I told her. "Oooo, I always wanted to go there! Mama promised she'd take me someday."

She leaned over the table and whispered again in her naive, solemn voice, "Are you gonna come over to our house, Mister, an' do stuff with Mommy like my other uncles?"

A voice interrupted. Mommy was striding toward my booth.

"Anna, dear, don't bother the nice man. He's eating lunch," she scolded. "Why don't you go home and do your homework?"

The child scampered off and the woman smiled down at me as she refilled my coffee. I noticed her little daughter riding away from the diner on her bicycle as we chatted for a minute.

"Oh, my name is Max," I lied, reading from the giant Maxwell House coffee can on the counter behind her as I shook her hand. "Max Houston."

Her name was Kathleen, she worked the 3 to 11 shift, and she just happened to be free this evening, at about 11:30. For a drink. At her house.

I left with her address and phone number. I had no intention of keeping the date, but I wasn't quick enough to think of a plausible excuse to refuse. She was pretty, with luxurious red hair and porcelain white skin like her daughter, but a little overweight for my taste.

Driving back toward the dingy motel I passed a school and did a double-take when I saw the red-headed girl's bicycle in the playground, easily recognized because of its bizarre turquoise color. I slowed the car, looked around and saw her playing on the swingset. Her skirt billowed up as she swung, and I slowed the car almost to a stop, riveted by glimpses of a little yellow panty crotch flashing at me like a strobe.

After a long moment the child's eyes met mine and she gleefully waved, her stumpy little fingers splayed. "Hi, Mister!" she beamed, flashing her gap-toothed grin at me. "Will you come push me?"

My watch said 3:45. I'd finished my only interview of the day, and I had nothing much to do before leaving this drab town the next morning. So I smiled back at her, nodded and parked the car.

The kid giggled merrily as I pushed her higher than she'd been able to propel herself, and I made small talk as my lecherous eyes savored the enticingly childlike details so thrilling to a closet pedophile like me -- her copper-colored pigtails swinging, her overly large, clunky athletic shoes that contrasted so starkly with her deliciously skinny legs, the childish traces of chipped pink polish on her tiny fingernails.

"Are you comin' over to our house to see my Mommy, Mister?" the child chirped, craning her head to grin at me as her little pigtails swung in her face. "She don't get off work 'till 11, but you could come over now and wait, if you wanna," she said, before I could answer. Maybe you could help me wif my homework, too?

No way. No fucking way, my mind shrieked at me. All alone in an empty house with a little pedophile poster child for seven hours? Even if I didn't do things I'd regret when I was sentenced to prison, it would be sheer torture to quell my rampant pedosexual desires. No fucking way.

I glanced again at my watch -- 3:57. "Uh... okay, Anna," I muttered, my throat constricting with the starkly contrasting emotions of lust and fear as I gazed into the happy little kid's freckled face.

I loaded the little bicycle into the back seat and she directed me to a modest beige house a few miles away. I hauled out the bicycle and told her I had a errand and would be right back. My only "errand" was to park the car two blocks away, so it wouldn't be seen by nosy neighbors who no doubt knew the little girl was alone in the house every afternoon.

The kid tugged the heavy door open with effort when I knocked, and grinned up at me. "Hi, Mister!"

I felt a stirring in my pants as I smiled down at the little girl's bright red braids and enticingly skinny legs emerging from her denim skirt. And she was so little. The top of her head was just level with the doorknob. I'd been a week away from my girlfriend's feminine charms, and I felt the absence keenly.

"Will you help me wif my homework?" the kid asked as she closed and locked the door behind us. "If you do I could get finished quicker, an' then we could play."

My dick twitched again as thoughts of all the ways I could play with this enticing little girl raced through my depraved mind. A moment later we were seated side by side on a sofa, with a book in the child's lap.

"That word is 'cantankerous,'" I explained. "Say it... can-tank-er-ous. It means really grumpy." I made a silly face to demonstrate, and the child giggled, kicking her clunky shoes against the sofa.

We read from the book. The child pointed at words with her tiny finger and I explained, my erection slowly growing as I gazed at the chipped polish on her tiny fingernails, and felt the warmth of her little leg against my thigh. I curled my right arm around her bony shoulders and the little girl instinctively snuggled up next to me.

"Crimson. That's easy. It's just another word for red," I said, resting my other hand gently on the child's soft thigh as she scribbled "rEd" in her notebook, poking out her little tongue in concentration.

The child seemed not to notice, or not to mind, as I gently stroked her slim thigh while we read. The insistent thing in my pants noticed, though. Even though it just an innocent gesture of affection, I'd never in my life touched a little girl like this, and it was intoxicating to feel her pale, silky flesh, knowing that my fingers were only inches away from a lifelong desire.

"Exuberant... it means, really, really happy!" I said with an exaggerated, goofy grin, which made the child giggle delightedly as my trembling fingers accidentally crept an inch beneath her little skirt.

"Thanks, Mister!" the child said, clapping the book closed. "You're real smart," she announced, dropping the book on the sofa, grinning up at me and placing her little hand on mine.

Interpreting this gesture as tacit acquiescence, or at least as an absence of rejection, an invitation, I casually moved my hand an inch higher beneath the denim skirt, smiling down at the child and squeezing her thin thigh affectionately.

"Tell me about your Mommy, Anna," I smiled, my fingertips now tingling an inch from the child's little panty crotch as my dick throbbed in my pants.

She rubbed her nose with the back of her hand and shrugged. "She's okay," the kid mumbled, "but ever since Daddy went away she gets kinda... um... can-tank-er-ous sometimes."

We both giggled at that remark and my heart leaped as I felt my fingertip lightly brush the soft fabric of the child's panty crotch.

"But she usually gets over it, after a guy comes over an' does stuff with her," the kid was saying as I left my hand there, aching to take the next step and fondle her little panty crotch, but not daring to try.

"What kind of stuff, Anna?" I breathed, heart pounding in my chest as I gently squeezed the child's soft thigh and tried to quell my burning desire to fondle her little sex.

"Oh, y'know, stuff like you're doin'," she grinned, squeezing my hand with hers. "An' other stuff, too... y'know, sex stuff."

My hand froze, and I blushed purple. "What sex stuff?" I asked, as innocently as I could manage, in a futile attempt to obscure the uncomfortable realization that the little girl knew I was fondling her.

"What, ain't you never done it?" the kid said, furrowing her little brow. "You're all grown up now, you musta done it. You ain't never done sex, Mister?"

"No," I lied. "Will you tell me about it?" I asked with all the naive innocence I could summon. The kid bit her lip and grinned, shyly. Well... promise you won't tell my Mommy? She'd be rilly mad at me."

"Well... I rilly shouldn't tell..." the little girl mumbled, biting her lip shyly as I hesitantly resumed squeezing her tiny thigh. "But... but I could show ya..."

I swallowed hard in shock, and drooled a large droplet of pre-cum into my pants at the child's words. "I can't believe you don't know about his stuff," she said, pursing her lips and rolling her big eyes in childish condescension. "N'kay, here goes. First ya gotta kiss."

"Like this?" I managed, leaning forward to peck her pursed lips with mine.

"No, no, silly," she said, rolling her eyes again. "Like THIS." She threw her skinny arms around my neck, craned her head up and plunged her little tongue into my mouth, swirling it across my teeth and sucking my now throbbing tongue. After a long moment the kid broke the deep kiss, saliva gleaming on her little lips.

"See?" she said. "And your hand's in the wrong place. It's 'sposed to be here," she said, pressing my hand firmly into her soft panty crotch. "And you're 'sposed to kinda rub it a little bit," the kid patiently explained, then lolled her mouth open for another deep kiss.

"Mmmmmmm..." the child moaned into my mouth as I stroked the enticing little cleft in her panty crotch. After a long moment she broke the kiss, clasped my head and whispered into my ear... "An' you keep doin' that, but inside the girl's panties, 'cuz it makes her feel real good."

"L- like th- this?" I panted as my tingling finger dipped beneath the child's panties to lighly stroke between her soft, babyfat sex lips, now moistened by her arousal.

"Uh-huh," she sighed. "You gotta make it feel good so the slippery stuff comes out... like you're doin' now... it makes the girl feel real good..."

"Exuberant?" I whispered as I teased the tip of my finger at the mouth of the child's vagina.

The child's spontaneous giggle was cut short by a sharp gasp as my fingertip gently traced teasing circles around the succulent little hole of my lifelong desire.

"Yeah... yeah... yeah... ex- exub-er-unt..." she breathed into my ear, parting her skinny thighs wider and scooting her tiny bottom forward, to urge my finger closer to her stimulated little vagina.

"Does your Mommy do it here? On the sofa?" I whispered as pulse thundered in my ears, and my fingertip teasingly dipped in and out of the little girl's rubbery hole.

"N- no... nuh-uh..." she gasped into my ear. "She does it in the... in the... the b- bedroom..."

I lifted the slight child easily and stood. She wrapped her arms around my head and curled her little head into my neck as I carried her down the hall to her bedroom.

I kicked the door shut behind me and sat the little girl down on her bed, beside an oversize teddy bear. I stepped back and looked down, my heart pounding at the flushed arousal made so obvious by the porcelain complexion of her face.

"Now what, Anna?" I asked, standing before her, trying to look innocent and curious.

"Oh, you don't know nothin'" the child chirped through pursed lips, exasperated. "Here, lemme show ya..."

She reached up to unfasten my belt, her tiny fingers unzipped my fly. She jerked down the trousers and briefs. My rampant dick bounced free, throbbing and dripping pre-cum.

The kid grinned up at me. "I knew you was like this," she smirked, smearing a runnel of slick of pre-cum down the shaft with her finger. "I could smell it."

She pulled me closer, so her lips were an inch from the shiny dick head. "Sometimes Mommy does this..." she whispered. "Cuz it makes the man real happy..." as her little lips closed on me and sucked my straining dick into her warm mouth.

I groaned, and my hands closed on the child's red braids. I nearly lost it right then as I felt the kid's soft little tongue slowly swirling around the turgid head of my meat.

Very, very slowly the child pulled back until my dick popped out of her mouth, a strand of saliva drooling from her lower lip.

"See?" the kid whispered up at me, her little eyes shining. "Don't that feel nice?"

"Oh, god... yeahhh..." I gasped as the child opened her wet mouth and sucked me back in, laving the sensitive underside with her soft little tongue.

"Oh, Anna... wh- what are you doing to me?" I whispered, trying to maintain the illusion of ignorant innocence. "It... it makes me feel so funny, when you... s- suck on it like that..."

I looked down to watch, fondling the kid's braids as I leaked pre-cum into her little mouth. "Anna, honey..." I gasped. "H- how old are you? Are you 9?"

"Mmmmmph-mmmmm," she shook her head, swirling my dick in her warm little mouth.

"A- are you... 8 years old, honey?" I stammered.

"Mmmmm-hmmmmm..." the child nodded. The motion of her nodding head and the vibration of her vocal response made my balls clench. I almost came just from the words alone -- 8 years old...

"S- so you're... you're in... the s- second grade at school?" I gasped.

"Mmmmm-hmmmmm..." the child nodded. I shuddered hard and sucked my dick out of her warm little mouth, straining to suppress an imminent orgasm.

"S- stop, honey..." I hissed through clenched teeth. "Stop s- sucking it, or I'll... um... j- just... stop... f- for a minute."

The kid grinned up at me, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "See, it's nice isn't it?" she grinned, staring at my wet dick as it jerked in the cool air.

I quickly kicked off my shoes and trousers that were bunched around my ankles, then began untying my tie.

"This is really fun, Anna," I smiled down at the child as I unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it on the floor. "I have an idea... can I... smell you, too? Like you smelled me?"

"N'kay!" the kid chirped as I knelt on the floor between her little legs. "But it prolly smells bad. I'm kinda gooey down there right now."

I lifted her little skirt to find her panty crotch soaked through with her childish sexual arousal.

"Mmmmm, you smell so nice, Anna, just like a pretty little girl," I whispered, pressing my nose into the drenched panty crotch to inhale the musky aroma of the aroused little girl's vaginal secretions. "C- can I... taste it, too?"

"N'kay," the kid whispered as I reached to tug down her wet little panties, decorated with a pattern of cartoon bunny rabbits. "But you gotta promise not to tell my mommy," she continued as I tugged the little undies over her clunky shoes.

"I promise. I won't t- tell your Mommy," I gasped, leaning forward to suck the child's musky little vulva into my mouth.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh..." the child sighed as I licked and suckled on her little sex, stroking the wet dick in my hand. She fell back on the bed, clutching my head and panting.

I drew back an inch, licking my lips and savoring the sweet & sour taste of child sex in my mouth, far more intoxicating than Scotch. "Does it feel good, Anna? Am I doing it right?" I teased, breathing the words into the little girl's wet vulva.

"Awww, y- yeahh..." the kid moaned, hunching her tiny sex up at me. "Jus'... jus' lick it... lick it summore... an'... an' stick your finger up in my girl hole down there..."

"In here?" I teased, touching the child's drooling hole lightly. "Is this your... your little girl hole?"

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" the child panted. "S- stick it up in there, an'... an' kinda... w- wiggle it..."

My overstimulated dick leaked a long strand of pre-cum onto the floor as I watched my long middle finger glide easily into the child's gooey little sex cavity. All the way in... to the last knuckle.

Astonished at the absence of any trace of a hymen, I gently crooked my finger inside the child and she moaned, loudly. I twisted and rotated my finger in the clasping little tunnel. She arched her back and hissed, "Yeah... yeah... y- yeah..."

I withdrew my finger and slowly pressed it back into the child, watching her little tummy flutter beneath her t-shirt as I finger-fucked her closer and closer to climax.

"Yeah... yeah... yeah... oh I gonna... gonna get the... the Happy Feel... oh gimme... gimme the... the Happy Feel..." the kid whimpered urgently, flailing her little head back and forth, her pigtails lashing the pink bedspread.

I plastered my mouth on the child's sex, sucked her little love button into my mouth and plunged my finger deep, crooking and curling it into her silky vagina flesh as she arched her back and howled into orgasm, "a-a-a-a-awwww, wiggle it, wiggle it, w- wiggle it, w- wWEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" screaming and pounding my back with her little feet until she collapsed limply on the bed, gasping and panting.

When the kid's spasming vaginal contractions finally slowed and stopped I withdrew my wet finger, stood and leaned over her limp body, marveling at the intensity of the little girl's deep, vaginal orgasm.

I kissed her on the lips, gently, and she groggily opened her eyes to peer up at me.

"Thanks, Mister, y- you did it real good, for your first time," she panted, languidly stroking her tingling little babyfat tummy. "I got a rilly, rilly good Happy Feel..."

I chuckled to myself. "Happy Feel?" The kid's mommy -- or, maybe her absent Daddy -- has a real sense of humor, I thought. The inspiration must have occurred over a lunch at McDonald's.

"I'm glad, honey," I smiled, reaching down to stroke the child's wiry, copper hair and lift her little t-shirt up to her chin to admire her tiny nipples, puckered into stiff little raisinettes by her arousal.

"Can boys get a Happy Feel, too, Anna?" I whispered, stroking her soft tummy, and gazing with keen anticipation at her slightly parted lips gleaming with saliva.

"Sure, silly, boys can get a Happy Feel. Here, I'll show ya," the child mumbled, grinning weakly up at me. "First you gotta take off my skirt. There's a zipper in back..." She rolled over on her tummy.

My throbbing dick leaked pre-cum as I tugged down the tiny zipper and pulled the denim skirt down the child's short legs to expose her childish bottom, no bigger than a grapefruit, and so impossibly pale that it seemed to glow in the soft afternoon light.

"Now what?" I whispered, stroking the tiny mounds with my hand.

The kid grabbed two pillows and rolled over onto her back, stuffed the pillows under her bottom, then lay back on the bed.

"It's real easy," she explained, spreading her stumpy little legs widely apart. "You jus' stick your thingie in there where your finger was. An' then you squish it in an' out of me. An' then you say Oh God a bunch of times, an' you get your Happy Feel."

My overtaxed brain reeled. Omigod. The little kid is impossibly tiny, I thought. I can't... I can't actually FUCK a little 8-year-old... unless... unless...

Dick leaking, I climbed up onto the bed to kneel between the little girl's little matchstick-thin legs. "Um... Anna... h- have you done this before? I mean, w- with a grownup man, like me?"

"Uh-huh," the child casually nodded. "Wif one of my uncles that Mommy usta bring home sometimes. But he went away."

I leaned forward and kissed the child, deeply, my dick throbbing as the childish taste of Juicy Fruit in her little mouth reinforced the depraved thought that I was about to have sexual intercourse with a little second-grader.

She lifted her arms and grinned up at me as I tugged off her tiny t-shirt. I wanted the little tyke to be completely naked for my first-ever child sex experience.

"Is this where it goes in?" I teased, notching the head of my dick into her little vulva.

"Uh-huh," the kid nodded, solemnly. "Jus' stick it up in there. You'll see..."

Slick with my lubrication of my child sex lust, the engorged dick head bounced away from the tiny hole on the first three tries. Then... oh, god... omigod it was in... The kid bit her lip and grunted quietly when her little pussy relented and swallowed the fat mushroom head. I just groaned raggedly at the exquisite sensation of the child's immature vagina pinching and sucking wetly at the head of my stiff penis.

Shaking with lust, I pushed downward, sinking slowly, inch by inch into the delicious warmth of the child's warm, gooey little sex hole. "Oh yeah... oh yeah... oh y- yeaaaaaah.." I groaned, watching my thick meat disappear into the child's frail little body until my wrinkled balls met her delicate crotch... then slowly flattened against her as the last half inch squeezed in.

The kid grunted and wrinkled her nose into a fleeting grimace as she felt the engorged male sex organ bloat the entire length of her little vagina. I held still, buried to the root until her rapid panting subsided and her tensed little fingers gripping my forearms relaxed.

"Th- thass it, y- you're doin' real good," she gasped. "N- now you just push in an' out... and kinda squish it around in me until it feels good... but not too fast, c- cause I'm kinda little, and it feels pretty big in there..."

But I couldn't move. I held perfectly still, shaking, willing myself not to come instantly. I wanted to kiss her, but she was too small; her little head only came to the level of my sternum.

"No, no, you're not doin' it right," the kid chided as she noticed my complete immobility. "Ya gotta go in an, out, thass what makes it feel good. You'll see."

"Y- yeah... okay, honey," I gasped. "J- just... hold still for a second, okay, little Anna?" I hissed through clenched teeth as my overstimulated penis leaked pre-cum into the youngster's tightly squeezing vagina,

"Oh, you dunno how to do it," the kid scolded. "Here, I'll show ya how..."

She lifted her tiny legs to grip my hips, which canted her tiny bottom up and sucked my dick even more deeply into her, then began hunching her little body against me.

"See?" she said, hunching and milking my bloated penis in the creamy warmth of her little cunt. "See, ya do it like this. Don't that feel good?"

"Oh, yeah... oh, yeah... it... it feels SO good, Anna," I groaned, shaking and drooling runnels of my lifelong kiddie sex desires into the skinny little 8-year-old as she patiently taught me how to fuck.

"Good... you're doin' good," she said with childishly complacent satisfaction, as she rhythmically hunched and squirmed her little body around on my greasy pole. "Now, jus' keep doin' it like that, an' pretty soon you'll get your Happy Feel!"

"Oh... my g-g-g-gGHODDDDD..." was all I could manage, trembling on the brink of orgasm as I uncontrollably rutted inside the little girl, my shaking hand greedily fondling her tiny nipples, my ears tingling at the shockingly obscene sound of my swinging balls slapping wetly into her delicate crotch with each delicious thrust.

"Oooo, you're sayin' the Oh God part, Mister, I think you're just about to get your Happy Feel in me," the kid announced in her childishly solemn voice. "Now, don't be scared, 'cause a lot of stinky stuff is gonna go in me now, but it's okay, thass what's 'sposed to happen..."

The phone suddenly buzzed loudly in another room, and the kid jerked, as though shocked.

"Stop, Mister, STOP!" she squealed, pushing at my chest and trying to suck her little body off my desperate penis. "It's Mommy... I gotta answer it, or she'll... STOP, Mister!"

The kid wriggled hard until her little vagina spat out my wet penis. She clambered awkwardly off the bed and scampered away to answer the phone.

As the kid ran naked from the room I caught a glimpse of myself in her mirror and blushed at the ridiculous spectacle -- a large naked man on all fours in a child's bed beside a teddy bear, tumescent penis hanging down beneath me, jerking and dripping onto the pink bedspread, glistening with the child's vaginal secretions.

I crawled to the edge of the bed and sat down, trying to cool off and calm down. My face in the mirror was a hideous mask of lust, eyes dim, lips parted, sweat beading my forehead.

Little Anna re-entered the room, shut the door and padded over to me in the childish, unaffected way of an innocent 8-year-old, her knobby little knees poking the air as she walked.

"I'm sorry, mister," she said, standing naked before me, her little hands clasped behind her back, her babyfat little pussy lips primly pressed together. "I know you was just about to get yer Happy Feel, but I hadda talk to Mommy. She gets worried an' mad if I don't answer the phone."

"It- it's okay, honey," I gasped, pulling the naked child to me, feeling my stiff dick press into her soft abdomen as I squeezed and fondled her her soft little bottom. "But... Anna, sweetie... am I supposed to get my Happy Feel up inside you, little one?"

"Yeah, 'course you are, silly. "Thass what makes it feel good, when you squirt all the stinky stuff in there," she chirped, cocking her head condescendingly at the stupid man who had to be told everything.

"Oh, sweet Jesus," I muttered under my breath as my quivering dick dripped on the floor in anticipation.

The kid giggled softly, then pulled back to look at me, her little hands resting on my forearms.

"I kinda like doin' sex wif you, Mister," she said, biting her lip and looking up at me, shyly. "Could I be your girlfriend?"

I pulled the little tyke to me and nodded. "Oh, goody!" she squealed happily, her naked little body squirming in my arms. My dick jerked again as I felt the child's tiny, raisinette nipples brushing my chest hair.

"Y'know, you can do it different ways, too," the little girl whispered in my ear. "Some ways are... well... kinda naughty, though. Is that okay?"

She pushed away from me and told me to stand up beside the bed. She pulled a stack of pillows to the edge of the bed and bent over them, her stubby legs dangling over the edge, her tiny feet dangling a foot from the floor. She turned to grin at me over her shoulder.

"Now, you get up behind me an' put it in me like you did before, but... but you gotta be careful, 'cause the boy goes deeper inside the girl when you do it like this, an' it hurts if you push too hard in there."

Transfixed, I just stared for a moment at the ruddy pink hole glistening with the child's sexual arousal, then stepped up between the child's legs, stroking my stiff dick slowly against her, savoring the anticipation.

"No, no, Mister," the kid complained as my dick brushed over her puckered little bung hole. "That's the wrong one. Put it in the OTHER hole..."

"D- does it go... in HERE, Anna?" I teased as I felt the thick head squeeze into the child's warm little cunt.

"Y- yeahhhhh..." the kid sighed. Her eyelds fluttered closed and her cheek dropped heavily onto the mattress as she felt the meaty pole stretch and pleasure her stimulated vagina flesh.

I looked down with bulging eyes as I gripped the small child's softball-size butt cheeks and watched my thick meat slowly disappear into her pale body.

"Uncle Freddy calls it doggy," the little girl muttered into the bedspread, "cause this is how doggies do it. He likes it this way, 'cause it's kinda naughty, an' it goes in deeper."

I groaned heavily as I watched my hairy balls come to rest against the child's soft bottom and felt the head of my dick pressed against her hard little cervix.

"Unffff!" the child grunted. "N- not s- so hard, Mister. B- be careful, n'kay? It goes way up inside me this way..."

I held perfectly still, savoring the sweet warmth of the child's juicy little hole. My prostate was quivering for release, and I knew it'd be all over in an instant if I moved.

I was gritting my teeth with lust as my trembling hands fondled the tiny butt cheeks, slid up the milky flesh of the child's back, reached around her bony chest to fondle her tiny, immature nipples.

"Why arencha DOIN' it, Mister?" the kid complained, mutting into the mattress. "Ya gotta push it in an' out, or ya won't get your Happy Feel."

"C- can't... I can't, A- Anna..." I gasped, fondling the child's little raisinette nipples. "D- do it for me, honey... just... just kick your legs... slowly... k- kick your little legs until I... d- do my Happy Feel all up inside you, honey."

"O- Oh, yeah... oh, y- yeaaaaah, little Anna," I hissed as the little girl began swinging the short legs dangling over the edge of the bed, squeezing and milking the wet phallus plugged deeply inside her little tummy.

Delirious with lust I reached down to help. I grasped her tiny thighs with both hands and began scissoring them, open and closed, open and closed, squeezing her wet little pussy on me with each stroke.

"HEEE-hee-hee-hee!" the kid giggled as I scissored her slim legs, masturbating myself deep inside her little body. "Uncle Freddy never did THAT! HEE-hee-hee..."

The kid's high-pitched, childish giggles coasted me right past the point of no return. I gripped her tiny bottom and felt it coming...

"See, doesn't that feel good in there, Mister?" the kid giggled as she took over and eagerly scissored her short legs for me... squeezing and sucking and squeezing...

"...ogod... ogod... oh g- g- ghodddd..." I gasped, teetering on the brink of ecstasy as the child giggled and manipulated the quivering penis plugged deeply into her sucking little pleasure hole.

"Eeeewww, you're at the Oh God part again! You're just about to do the Happy Feel in me, arencha, Mister?" she giggled. The kid craned over her shoulder so she could see my face when I came.

"C'mon, Mister, DO it in me, it's okay," she coaxed, panting with exertion as she scissored her stumpy legs faster, her willowy thighs slapping together loudly. "C'mon, Mister, you can do it in me, I don't mind," she panted as her pre-cum-slick thighs slap, slap, slap, slapped wetly together.

My roar of ecstasy could've awakened the dead as I let go and ejaculated balls-deep into the little 8-year-old happily kicking her legs and giggling beneath me -- whimpering and howling and coming so hard I thought I'd blast the slim little girl across the room.

The orgasm went on, and on, my frenzied dick heaving and jerking and squirting a week's worth of sperm and a lifetime of pent-up kiddie sex desire into the child's clenching little vagina until it bubbled out and dripped in long, viscous strands to a milky puddle on the floor.

When my vision cleared I looked down to find my shaking fingers deeply creasing the tender flesh of the girl's tiny bottom, my dripping balls crushed flat against her body. She was craning to look back at me and saying something...

"...all finished now, Mister?" I heard, hazily as the orgasmic tinnitus subsided, my pulse still furiously pounding in my ears from the devastating impact of my first orgasm inside a small child. "You got all finished in me, I know, Mister, 'cuz I can smell it!" she giggled.

"...yeah... yeah... yeah..." I gasped as I slowly sucked my spent dick out of the child with an obscene slurping noise and watched the milky sperm drool from her shockingly distended pink hole.

My knees buckled and I collapsed on the bed beside her, gasping raggedly. The naked child just lay there, draped lewdly over the pile of pillows, leaking sperm and grinning at me with obvious pride at her accomplishment -- and mine.

I must have passed out from the intensity of my orgasm. When I came to I was lying on my back in bed. The naked little girl was bending over me, earnestly sopping up the sperm from my spent dick and balls with a wet hand towel.

She looked at me. "I gotta get you all cleaned up, so Mommy won't find out later," she announced in her solemn, childish voice. "Mommy would get real mad if she knew I let you get a Happy Feel up inside me."

After swabbing my spent dick, she tucked the slimy towel into her crotch, to sop up the sperm still dripping from her gaping little hole. She looked down at the towel, drenched with semen, and smirked. "You did rilly good for your first time, Mister," she giggled. "Uncle Freddy never squirted THAT much Happy Stuff in me!"

I pulled the naked little girl on top of me and she giggled as I stroked her hair and kissed her.

"You better get dressed, Mister," she said, "cause sometimes Mommy comes home early." So much for romance.

I took the kid's little face in my hands and kissed her, deeply. "I have a confession, little sweetie," I whispered. "I only came to see you. I think you're a lot prettier than your Mommy."

The child giggled and squirmed with delight, her tiny fingers twirling in my chest hair. "Rilly? You think I'm sexy, too? As sexy as Mommy?"

"Mmmmm... no, sexier..." I murmured, parting the child's slender legs and dipping my finger into her gooey little sex hole. Her eyes popped open, her giggles turned to sighs. "You're much sexier, because you're such a LITTLE girl, and this little hole feels so tight and sweet on my dick."

I slowly crooked and straightened my finger inside her, felt her little body go limp, her tiny butt begin to churn in rhythm with my finger's motion.

Her eyes closed, her mouth opened and the child began to drool into my chest hair. She brought her hand to her face and sucked her thumb into her mouth.

"mm... mm... mm..." she moaned, furrowing her little brow and sucking her thumb as I fingered her quivering little hole.

"That's it, little Anna," I whispered, "come for me, honey... one more nice, juicy Happy Feel... let me feel your sweet little pussy come on me..."

"mmph... MMMph... MMMph..." the kid moaned onto her thumb, her naked little body writhing on me, the soft flesh of her trembling tummy making my dick stir.

I slowly pulled my wet finger from her little hole and replaced it with two fingers, pressing them in deeply and wiggling them in a walking motion to stimulate the silky sex flesh inside her immature vagina.

"MMMphh! MMMphh! MMMMph!" the child grunted, chewing on her thumb and drooling saliva into the hairs of my chest, as her small, writhing body stroked my penis back to full erection.

"C- come for me, little one," I gasped, reaching with my other hand to part her tiny butt cheeks and tease my finger lightly against her puckered anus. "Let it all go... come on Daddy's fingers..."

"MMMphh! MMMphh! MMMMwhooOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" the child screamed, popping the thumb out of her mouth and exploding into a shuddering orgasm, her little vagina squeezing and clutching at the thick fingers wiggling deep inside her.

The depraved act of finger-fucking a little 8-year-old to orgasm triggered mine and I let go, sweating and squirting what little semen I had left onto the warm, soft tummy writhing on me, groaning with the delicious sexual relief as the sperm weakly dribbled out to slime both of our bodies.

This time we showered together, rather than try to clean up the extensive mess with towels. We dressed, and I knelt to kiss my little grade-school lover goodbye.

"Am I still your girlfriend?" she asked, shyly.

"Always, honey," I whispered, pecking her on the nose. "You're the sweetest little girl I've ever known."

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On the way out of town I stopped at the diner and chose a booth in a secluded corner, in the section Mommy served.

"Hi, Max," she beamed warmly at me as she approached.

I gave her my most winning smile in return.

"I think I'll have the Happy Meal," I said as I closed the menu and handed it to her.

She furrowed her brow and cocked her head at me quizzically. "Um... we don't... uh..."

"Just kidding," I grinned. "Cheeseburger and an Amstel Light."

"Is that all, hon? Don't you want anything else? Some dessert, maybe?" Kathleen smirked down at me after I'd finished and dropped the cash on the table.

"Well... maybe..." I smirked, curling my hand around her plump knee and moving it slowly up beneath her skirt.

She flushed pink and nervously glanced left and right as my fingers closed on her panty crotch. The kid had been right. The cotton fabric was drenched with slick arousal.

She sucked in her breath and clamped her fleshy thighs together, whispering her protest as my finger slipped beneath her panty crotch. Her thighs parted involuntarily as my finger groped in the swampy mass of pubic hair to find her drooling fuck hole, gliding in to the last knuckle.

She shivered and panted, twice, then backed away, sucking my finger out of her swampy cunt.

"A- are we s- still on, for later?" she gasped in a throaty whisper as she quickly smoothed down her apron, her face crimson with embarrassment and arousal. "Eleven-thirty?"

I stood and reached to squeeze her thick arm affectionately. "No, hon, I'm really sorry, but something's come up and I have to leave right away," I lied. "Maybe next time I'm in town, okay?"

End