When I'd cleaned up my clothing as well as possible, I climbed back into my trousers and cassock, then went for another cerveza and sucked it down, lost in thought. Through the inevitable fog of guilt and shame, another thought popped into my brain. It's not so bad, I thought. I haven't actually molested the child, I just had a momentary lapse of judgment, and an unexpected accident.

I'd realized my lifelong desire to kiss and fondle a small child in a sexual way, with no harm done, and the kid obviously didn't mind. If anything, she just found it amusing. I'd satisfied my long-suppressed need for sexual relief, and that's all I really needed, both for my own gratification, and to satisfy the terms of my arrangement with Miguel and his cousin. So, I'll babysit the kid for a while longer, then walk her home and settle up with her Daddy.

The cerveza box was empty and it was getting toward supper time, so I told the little girl to stay inside while I went out for a while. Late afternoon was becoming early evening, and the squalid streets were teeming with people strolling in the promenade hour. I bought beer at a bodega, a litre of sweet orange drink for Maria, and a roast chicken at a roadside stall.

On the way back to Miguel's hovel it suddenly occurred to me that I'd been in such a daze earlier I had no idea where the little girl lived. Oh, well, she knows, so I'll just let her lead me back there after we eat, I thought.

Back at the shack I locked the door and snapped on the single, bare ceiling lightbulb as evening settled in. The child was sitting on a ratty sofa playing and chattering to her little doll as I rummaged for plates & cutlery. I popped a beer and called Maria to come eat. The kid didn't know what I'd said, and just sat there blinking at me for a moment, clutching her doll, her skinny legs crossed to reveal badly stained pink panties with a goofy looking cartoon Panda bear on the front. My dick twitched, but I silently reaffirmed my resolution and just gestured for her to come to dinner.

She pulled up a chair, plunked her bony elbows on the table, folded her hands together, bowed her head and muttered the evening mealtime prayer. I bowed, too, gazing at the chaste little cross at her neck that seemed to mock my violated vows and high-minded ideals, dangling teasingly close to a tiny nipple peeking from behind her loose shoulder strap.

The little girl gasped with delight when I produced the orange drink, grabbing the big glass with both little hands, eagerly gulping it down and beaming a gap-toothed grin at me, chattering her gratitude so effusively that it made my gut clench in compassion, in the sudden realization that she probably never got treats like this at home.

There wasn't much conversation. I couldn't understand most of what the kid said, and she didn't understand a word of English. So my mind wandered to the slim, bare legs kicking the chair as she ate, and the disturbingly delicious memory of my bloated dick ejaculating my orgasmic ecstasy into her soft little fingers.

After dinner -- with broken Spanish and pantomime --I tried to explain that it was time to leave, to take her back home. When she understood, the child erupted in a torrent of rapid-fire Spanish, shaking her head violently. Frustrated that I didn't understand, she finally padded over to me, pointing at my watch, then at the window, gesturing like a sunrise, still chattering away with the childish solemnity that only a little girl can muster. She finally rambled to a halt, her skinny arms crossed defiantly over her flat chest, lower lip poked out, shaking her head.

From bits and pieces of it, I could tell it had something to do with her father's anger if she came home before morning, that he'd think she had shirked her responsibility. The kid was implacable. I had no idea where she lived, and she wasn't about to show me. I obviously couldn't show up at the rectory in the evening with a 7-year-old overnight guest. I gave up.

When she saw the resignation in my face, the child's severe expression softened into a shy smile. She reached to begin undoing the buttons of her dress, and I again reached to stop her, but she shook her head, trying to explain something. When I didn't understand, she padded over to the small satchel she'd brought, dug in it and held up a nightie. Oh. Okay. I went for another beer while she shrugged off the dress and into the little nightie.

I swallowed hard and felt my resolve slipping again when I turned to look. It was a babydoll nightie, "Shirley Temple" style, so short that it showed a hint of pink panty crotch beneath the hem, and displayed every inch of her matchstick-skinny legs, from pale, creamy, miniature thighs to her grimy little bare feet. It had once been yellow, but was faded by time and wear to a dingy beige color. A few unraveled threads hung from the hem, and the worn neckline sagged limply an inch beneath both tiny nipples. She looked almost exactly like a photo I'd found on the Web that I'd repeatedly abused, except for her dirty feet, and the chaste, silvery symbol of her religious faith dangling between her infantile nipples.

She balled her little fists, stretched and yawned, a big, gaping yawn that thrust her flat chest forward and hoisted her nightie hem to expose the goofy panda face on her panties. I slumped into a chair and she padded over to me, her eyes hazy from the luxurious yawn, looked shyly up into my face and whispered quietly, "Eres un buen hombre, Padre... Te amo.... Me amas? Dame un beso, Padre?"

"M- Maria, I'm uh... glad you think I'm a nice man, honey, but don't... don't say you love me, okay? You're just a little girl, honey, and I'm not your papa, I'm a priest, honey," I stammered to the uncomprehending child. But a twitch in my trousers betrayed that her tender words had touched more than just my heart.

"Beso, Padre? Por favor..." the child whispered, draping her skinny arms around my neck and pursing her pouty lips for a "beso."

I relented, pursed my lips and gave the little kid an affectionate peck. She giggled happily, pulled back to flash a shy, gap-toothed grin at me, then shook her head playfully and said, "No, no es así, Padre. Como este..." then tilted her head back and opened her mouth widely, poking out her little tongue and curling it across her crooked teeth to encourage me.

I tore my eyes from the tiny nipples winking at me to the child's open mouth, a torrent of blood coursed to my loins to bloat my twitching penis and I fell into the little girl's waiting mouth, uncontrollably licking and sucking her tiny tongue, savoring the childish taste of sweet fruit drink in her mouth.

The little girl sighed and giggled quietly as my tongue swirled in her mouth, and my trembling hands cupped her soft little bottom, no bigger than a grapefruit. My mind fogged by lust and beer, I broke the deep kiss to gaze into the child's eyes as my fingers crept beneath the nightie and between her miniature thighs to brush the cotton crotch of her little panties.

"C- can I touch you... down here, little Maria?" I panted in the child's shyly smiling face as my finger stroked the tiny cleft in her panty crotch. "C- can I feel your... your little pussy, Maria? Padre's always wanted to... to touch a little girl like this, honey... to f- feel a little girl's pussy..." I babbled, intoxicated both by the depravity of my words and by the blissful ignorance of the innocent child who just stood there smiling and willingly let me molest her pre-pubescent body.

She bit her lip and sucked in her breath sharply when she felt my finger slip beneath the slack elastic leg hole of her panties, but just smiled shyly at me when I dipped it between her soft, pudgy little sex lips. "Es bueno, Padre," she murmured, stroking my wrist with encouragement as she felt me exploring her little sex. "Es bueno para usted?" she whispered.

"Oh, g- ghod, yeah little Maria, it's... it's good for me," I groaned, again plunging my engorged tongue into her mouth as I stroked her babyfat little vulva and teased her tiny hole with my fingertip. After a long moment she broke the kiss to pull back and say something I didn't catch, reaching down to stroke a little hand across my bulging crotch.

I was too far gone to need further encouragement. I dragged my hand from the child's crotch, kicked off my shoes and frantically stripped naked, then knelt before the little girl, my rigid penis throbbing and dripping on the dusty floor.

I pulled her slight body to me, reached beneath the nightie hem to hook my thumbs in the child's tiny panty waist. "C- can I take off your little panties, Maria?" I panted in her hair as I slowly drew them down her slim thighs. "Will you let Padre look at your little pussy, honey... Let Padre feel it?" The kid just giggled softly and watched as the little panda panties slid down her skinny legs until she daintily stepped out of them, one grimy little foot after another.

She grinned shyly at me, proud of my obvious fascination as I stared with bulging eyes at the soft, miniature little vulva I'd desired all my life. Of course I'd seen thousands of children's sexual organs just like hers, in photos I'd found on the Web. But the fact that this child was shamelessly displaying hers for me, with the explicit intent of making me sexually aroused, was exquisitely more erotic.

"Padre wants to... to taste it, Maria... Padre needs to lick that sweet little pussy, honey..." I babbled, lunging forward to nose up the hem of her nightie and plaster my face between her tiny thighs.

"Aiieeeeee!" the kid squealed in shock and surprise as my throbbing tongue curled into the smooth little cleft of her sex. Her shock quickly transformed into quiet sighs of "Ai... ai... ai... ai..." and I felt her little fingers curl into my hair as my tongue hungrily licked and sucked, frantically masturbating my aching dick, my nostrils quivering at the deliciously pungent, musky stench of the dirty little girl's dried sweat and slippery pussy goo tinged with a faint tang of urine.

The child's knees buckled and I caught her as she fell, laying her on the gritty floor and bending forward to whimper my desperate lust into her delicate crotch as I lapped and sucked her tiny pussy toward orgasm. I reached up to wiggle a finger up inside her drooling cunt hole, and it glided easily in to the last knuckle, her little pussy generously lubricated by her arousal and dilated by the one previous encounter that had taken her virginity. I sucked her tiny pink button, stirred my finger in her silky little vagina, and the kid cascaded into orgasm, pounding my back with her grimy little feet, hunching herself into my mouth and grunting her pleasure until I finally withdrew my wet finger from her spent, quivering little hole.

Her eyes tightly screwed shut, the little kid just lay there, quivering, tossing her head back and forth as the aftershocks of deep, vaginal orgasm rippled through her slight frame. When she came to, she looked up at me with a stunned, wide-eyed expression, suddenly grabbed my neck and began sobbing hysterically into my neck, "Oh, b- bueno, bueno, bueno, bueno, oh, muy, muy b- bueeeeeeno," she sobbed, desperately trying to express the intensity of the ecstasy she'd felt, with a childish vocabulary completely inadequate to the task.

I almost felt like crying myself as I held the shaking little girl, caressing her tiny, bare bottom with more compassion than lust, wondering if this had been the little tyke's first orgasm. My knees began to ache on the hard wooden floor, so I scooped the child up in my arm and stood, my stiff dick wagging before me as I carried her across the room to Miguel's unkempt bed.

I laid the little girl on the soiled sheets and my abdomen clenched as she gazed up at me with gauzy eyes and a shy, weak smile, her faded nightie bunched up to expose her pale, babyfat tummy, her tiny legs limply spread.

I knelt beside the bed, bent to brush her pouty lips with mine and smiled at her as I reached to raise the little nightie to her chin, then tug it up and off, exposing the child's tender body to my hungry gaze, naked but for the tiny cross dangling at her neck.

"Sorry, little Maria, but Padre needs to cum, too, honey," I whispered as I reached to stroke her soft tummy and pale, flat chest, my brain seething with lust as I watched my trembling hand glide over the tiny nipplets, fondling the tender flesh of a naked child for the first time.

"C- can I touch you while I do it, Maria," I whispered, reaching down to stroke my dripping dick as my hand glided down over the soft bulge of her tiny pudenda. "It makes Padre so very excited to... to touch a little girl like this, honey," I whispered as my finger dipped into the warm slickness between her puffy lips, and my hand stroked my wet dick more urgently.

The little girl roused herself and leaned forward to point at the stiff dick in my hand, shaking her head. "No, no, Padre, no de esa manera..." she pouted, her lower lip glistening in the dim light.

"En aqui, Padre, in aqui," she said in a small, shy voice, pointing her stumpy little finger at her belly button. "Es muy bueno en aqui..." she whispered, biting her lip, twisting to face me and shyly spreading her stumpy legs to emphasize her point. My dick jerked in my hand as my gaze hungrily traveled from the little 7-year-old's grimy soles and up her miniature legs to the tiny pink pussy lips she so naively displayed to encourage me. "Vas en mi, Padre," she whispered, reaching down to shyly peel apart the puffy lips.

I shuddered and a thick runnel of pre-cum drooled to the floor as I stared at the little pink hole, glistening with the child's sexual arousal. "N- no, honey, no, I... I can't do it inside you, Maria, you're too young, little one. Padre doesn't want to hurt Maria's pretty little... pussy, honey," I stammered through clenched teeth.

The kid pouted and grabbed for my stiff penis, so wet with pre-cum that it slipped from her grasping fingers. "No, no, Padre, en MI, en MI," she pleaded, poking her babyfat tummy with a finger and frowning at me with a painfully supplicating pout.

My resolve wavered, and my quivering dick was on the verge of eruption as I stared with bulging eyes at the naked child on the mattress before me, spreading her infantile pussy lips and pleading for me to use her little body.

"Okay... okay, little one, we'll compromise," I huffed, climbing into the bed and tugging the naked child on top of me. "I'll use Maria's cute little tummy, okay?" I panted, rolling and stroking the child on top of me and hunching my slippery dick into the silky warmth of her soft tummy.

The kid's mouth curled into a gap-toothed grin, clearly pleased by my arousal as I masturbated myself by hunching into her pliant, naked body. "See, honey, Padre is using little Maria, just like you wanted," I gasped, squeezing and fondling her tiny bottom as I grunted and hunched my straining dick into her now slick little tummy.

When she realized how I was using her, the kid grinned happily and began playfully wriggling and squirming on the thick penis that indented her tummy, giggling as she saw how excited it made me. Her happy giggling as she twisted and squirmed on me, rippling through her tummy to tingle and tease my throbbing dick.

"G- ghod, yeah, little m- monkey, make Padre c- cum, little baby," I gasped, as the naked child's eager squirming slathered my slick pre-cum all over the silky flesh of her belly. "Ghod, little Maria feels so good... Padre's going to c- cum, honey... gonna squirt lots of stinky sperm all over Maria's cute little tummy..."

The kid grinned and abruptly rose to sit astride me, giggling as she watched my wet penis jerk and twitch, drooling into the hairs of my abdomen. I nearly lost it right then, gazing at naked child's belly glistening with my slick sexual arousal as she giggled down at me, her little tongue playfully poking from the gap between missing baby teeth.

Desperate for release, I reached to tug the kid back down on me, to finish, but the little minx giggled again, raised herself to a sitting position, and scooted her skinny bottom forward, trapping my stiff dick between her smooth pussy lips like a big sausage in a small bun. She fell forward to plant her tiny hands on my chest, bit her lip shyly, and began to stroke her skinny hips forward and back, masturbating me with her warm little pussy lips.

I groaned loudly, my hands curled around the child's skinny thighs, the eyeballs rolling white in my head with pleasure as the giggling little girl stroked and rolled my throbbing penis in the slick warmth puddled between her soft little cunt lips. With my eyes squeezed shut, the exquisite sensation felt exactly as though I was actually fucking the little girl, thrusting deeply inside her slick little vagina.

Delirious with lust, all my senses abandoned to anticipation of the volcanic explosion just about to overwhelm me, I was barely conscious that the kid shifted slightly, to plant the soles of her feet astride me, flat on the mattress.

"Es bueno, Padre? Hmmm? Es bueno?" I dimly heard the child mutter, panting quietly as she worked to urge my quivering penis toward orgasm.

"Y- yeah, little Maria, it's... oh, ghod it's so good, little baby," I gasped, peeling my eyes open with an effort to gaze at the small child who was giving me such exquisite pleasure. My lust-dimmed eyes met her gap-toothed grin of pride, fell to see the tiny cross bouncing on her flat chest as she rode me, then... down to see... the wet shaft of my dick rhythmically thrusting and plunging into the child's juicy little hole as she rode me.

"NO, g- ghod, NO, Maria!" I gasped, horrified, "NO, you... you put it IN?!? No, you can't... can't..."

The kid just bit her lip and giggled softly, still languidly thrusting her tiny bottom forward and back to milk the throbbing meat that so deeply impaled her slight body.

She pointed a stumpy finger at her belly button as she rode. "Es EN mi, Padre..." she whispered, with a shy grin. "Mira, Padre. Es bueno en mi?"

Only a dry croak emerged from my shocked, dry mouth. Time stood still as my overwhelmed brain tried to reconcile uncontrollable lust with the unthinkably obscene knowledge that I was actually fucking a 7-year-old child. I tried to will myself to stop the obscene act, but it was as futile as King Canute commanding the tides to stop. My body refused to move, my mind reeling at the delicious depravity of sexually molesting a 7-year-old child, an irresistible desire that had smoldered in the darkest recesses of my mind forever.

Helpless, I just abandoned myself to it, curling my hands around her miniature thighs and watching with glazed eyes as the child's thrusting little tummy slowly pleasured me. "O- okay, Maria, okay... f- fuck Padre's big dick, little Maria,"I whispered more to myself than to her. "G- ghod help me, f- fuck it, juicy little girl..."

The utter silence of the room was punctuated only by a dog barking somewhere far away, my own desperately ragged breathing, and the quiet creaking of bed springs as the shy little girl slowly thrust forward and back, her silky vagina sucking and milking the quivering penis that impaled her. My flared nostrils strained to catch the pungent scent of musky pussy goo leaking from the child's crotch to dampen the hairs of my balls.

My dim gaze traveled down her willowy legs, past her scuffed, knobby knees to her small feet. My aching prostate suddenly lurched at the deliciously stark contrast between the child's filthy feet, encrusted with the gritty soil of the streets, and the sweet, creamy warmth deep inside her gently sucking little vagina.

I stared at the tiny cross swinging from the child's neck as she rode me, her motions bringing me closer to orgasm with each bump of the little cross against her flat chest. My conflicting emotions short-circuited and suddenly my arousal was hugely magnified by the utter depravity of fucking not only a small child, but sexually molesting a shy, devout little girl not even old enough for her first communion, my bloated dick balls deep and drooling pre-cum inside her little child-size vagina.

As the orgasm rapidly approached I wildly glanced down to watch my wet dick plunging into the little kid, then back up to the silvery religious symbol swinging demurely between her tiny nipples. I grabbed at it wildly, brought it to my lips to kiss it, and blurted the most fervent prayer I've ever uttered in my life... "Th- thank you God! Thank you Jesus, Mary and Joseph... Thank you for this sweet, delicious... little... f- FUCK TOY, God!"

Puzzled by my outburst, the little girl whispered, "Es bueno en mi, Padre?" and I roared my response, "Y- yes, God, YESSSSS!" arching my back and erupting like a fire hose inside her. I blindly groped to fondle her grimy little feet, hysterically grunting my relief like a rutting farm animal as my overstimulated dick jerked and heaved and spurted a lifetime of furtive kiddie-sex desires into the skinny little 7-year-old bouncing and grinding on my pubic bone.

When the sparkly fireworks in my brain cleared I forced open my eyes to find the child giggling delightedly as she stirred a grimy fingernail in the slimy mess bubbling out of her overstuffed vagina. Gasping for breath, I just fondled her dirty little feet and savored the sweet sensation of my spent penis still tingling deep inside her warm tummy.