A chill rain pelted the windows as I finished my breakfast and idly browsed the news. Luckily, it was a Saturday, and I had no obligations elsewhere. I'd been looking forward to that, after a week-long business trip. I was especially looking forward to a prolonged trip of another kind, in my own private fantasy land.

I yawned and stretched, too lazy to bother changing from my terrycloth robe, and went to the bathroom to swallow a blue, diamond-shaped pill. Not that I needed it, but I'd found that it helped prolong and intensify the kinds of depraved sexual fantasies I was about to enjoy. Fantasies of things I could not -- would never even consider -- doing in real life.

Thank god for my VirtuAll Mark VI, I thought to myself for the thousandth time as I went to the den to switch it on. This newest model had cost a bundle, but was worth every centime. It didn't require a dedicated room; could transform any environment, regardless of size. You could recreate the Grand Canyon inside a closet if desired, with absolute realism.

The familiar list of pre-programmed routines popped up, mostly kayak and sailing scenarios I kept displayed for the benefit of my girlfriend, who had no idea what kinds of things I used the device for in privacy. Fortunately, she was visiting her sister out of town this weekend, so I was free to indulge myself.

I punched in the password for encrypted content and smiled as the screen filled with thumbnail images of my favorite little girls. But I was in a special mood today, and wanted something different. I entered manual input mode, swept past all the top-rank categories --theatre, music, games, sports -- went directly to Sexual Scenarios at the bottom of the list, and input my selections.

Type of routine: Random behavior, self-directed

Environment: Elementary school playground

Time of day: Late morning

Weather: Warm, sunny summer day

Number of partners: 17

Partner's age: Random, 6 to 9

Partner's species: Human

Partner's gender: Female

Partner's race: Random

Partner's demeanor: Shy

I entered "Random" for all other categories, wanting to be surprised.

The walls and furniture in the room shimmered and dissolved into a grassy playground on a sunny day, filled with giggling children playing happily on the swings and monkey bars.

"Computer: only skirts and dresses," I said, smiling as all the little shorts & blue jeans were replaced.

"Computer: Non-interactive mode." In this mode, I could interact with the kids, but without them responding to me, as though I were an invisible voyeur.

I surveyed the playground, smiling wryly at the inevitable sign that said "Adults unaccompanied by children prohibited." I kept the computer permanently set to high-resolution mode, and the little children were rendered with stunning realism and attention to detail -- billowing dresses, bouncing pigtails, little shoes scuffed and smudged with playground dirt, an occasional missing baby tooth, an occasional Band-Aid on a bruised, knobby little knee, pink "Hello Kitty" backpacks scattered about.

I passed slowly among the happily playing children to choose my little playmate, smelling their silky hair, fondling their skinny arms, soft little legs, deliciously flat chests, my abdomen tingling with anticipation at the thought that I could do anything I wanted with their tiny, undeveloped bodies. Anything at all.

I walked toward the monkey bars, my dick beginning to thicken as I gazed at the carelessly spread legs displaying little cartoon panties at eye level, reaching to stroke the soft cotton crotches, and sniff the subtle traces of sweat and urine wafting from the damp fabric as they played, oblivious to my presence.

At a picnic table nearby I noticed two kids eating ice cream, a brunette with tanned, golden skin and a little red-headed child with skin so pale it looked like parchment paper. The little red-head was wearing cheap plastic sandals and a denim jumper with a yellow t-shirt beneath.

I rested my hand on the bony shoulder of the little red-headed child. "Computer: go to interactive mode. And remove t-shirt," I said, smiling as the shirt disappeared to reveal two tiny, brown nipples peeking from beneath the denim shoulder straps of her jumper.

"Hi, there, what's your name?" I grinned down at the little girl, stroking her hair.

The child blinked up at me with a sunny grin. "Hi, Mister. I'm Sally, and this is my friend Tisha," she said, gesturing to her little playmate lapping up chocolate ice cream.

"Computer: Add more freckles," I said. "And... a missing tooth, top, center." My thickening penis tented my robe as the little girl was transformed. She was only a virtual child, of course, and I knew I could just slap her on the table and use her, but the delicious anticipation of seduction made the sex far more realistic and gratifying. Which is why I usually selected "shy" in the "demeanor" category.

"Hi, Sally, my name is Mister Johnson. Can I play with you?

The kid beamed a gap-toothed grin up at me and nodded, her little tongue eagerly lapping up strawberry ice cream that nearly matched the color of her coppery hair.

"Oh, good, I love to play with pretty little girls," I grinned, sitting beside her and resting my hand on her knobby little knee. "How old are you, Sally?"

"I'm eight an' a haf," she muttered, glancing down at my hand on her bare knee, fondling and squeezing it. I reached around her slight frame and slipped my hand beneath her shoulder straps, to feel her pale chest.

The little kid jerked her head up to look at me with a frowning, pouty expression. "Yer not s'posed to touch me there, Mister," she announced, her lower lip jutted out. "I'm not s'posed to let anybody touch me there, it's not nice."

My swollen dick drooled a droplet of pre-cum. "It's okay, Sally, I'm just... feeling you, to make sure you're little enough to be really, really good for me," I grinned, as I fondled the puffy little bumps beneath her jumper. "I have to make sure you don't have little titties, because I like very little girls."

"Oh, no, you shouldn't touch me there, it's bad. I'm gonna tell my Mommy," the kid mumbled in her most childishly solemn voice, but just sat there letting me fondle her. Oh, yeah, this was perfect. The child's sulky behavior was teasing me just the way I wanted to be teased, to sweeten the anticipation of depraved kiddie sex.

"Computer: Regress her age, make her seven years old. No, no... uh... six years old," I murmured, a droplet of pre-cum oozing from the tip of my dick as the child shrank by two inches and I felt her puffy little chest bumps melt down to two tiny, flat nipples.

"Mmmmm, yes, you're just the right size, Sally," I murmured as my free hand curled around her impossibly skinny thigh, not much bigger around than my wrist. The warmth and softness of her miniature leg made my gut clench with lust.

"Computer: Make her skirt shorter," I muttered. "Make all the kids' skirts the same size."

I sighed with satisfaction as the little skirt crept up until the hem revealed a glimpse of a cartoon panty crotch. My hand crept up as well, savoring the tender flesh of the child's inner thigh.

"Is it... bad, to touch you here, too, Sally?" I cooed as my palm cupped her soft panty crotch, rubbing and stroking it. The child nodded solemnly, her coppery-red hair swinging as I stroked her little pussy and teased her tiny nipples beneath the denim play dress.

"Uh-huh," the kid nodded, craning her neck to look down at my hand moving between her spindly thighs. "Thass a bad touch. I'm not s'posed to let anybody touch me..." her voice dropped to a whisper "...down there," she muttered, her freckled cheeks blushing in embarrassment. Her little friend Tisha just watched silently, lapping at her chocolate ice cream.

"But, Sally, you said I could play with you. You didn't say no," I murmured into the child's hair as my fingers stroked her puffy little sex lips through the cotton fabric. "Were you lying, Sally? It's not nice to lie to grownups."

The kid shivered and blushed and tried to clamp her skinny thighs together on my hand. "Yeah, but... but everybody can see, and... and they'll think I'm a bad girl," she muttered in a shy voice.

The child's naive innocence and deep shame at being sexually molested in a public place made my mouth go dry with lust. My dick bloated to full erection, parting my loose robe to jerk and throb in the bright sunlight. The happy giggles and squeals of children playing nearby made it doubly erotic, and I shifted to let the robe fall open and display my throbbing erection openly.

"Oh, no, Sally, you're a good girl," I whispered as my hand lifted her denim skirt to slip down inside her tiny panties. "You feel like a *very* good little girl," I sighed as my fingers gently stroked her soft little pussy lips.

"Sally... open your mouth for me, open wide," I panted into the child's hair as I took the ice cream from her sticky fingers and put it on the table. "Look up at me, Sally, and open wide."

The blushing kid blinked up at and her lips parted and gaped open as instructed. "Mmmmm," I moaned into her mouth, my finger stroking the soft little cleft between her babyfat pussy lips as my tongue laved the gummy gap between her teeth. My abdomen tingled at the childish taste of sweet strawberry ice cream as I moaned my lust into her mouth, and I once again marveled at the sophistication of this machine, able to replicate not only sights and sounds, but also the authentic smells and tastes that made my lurid kiddie-sex fantasies so deliciously lifelike.

I pulled away from the child's wet mouth at the sound of approaching footsteps, and turned to look. Another little kid was scampering over to watch. "Oooo, look what that man is doing to Sally!" the little blonde girl giggled. "Sally's letting him kiss her, an' touch her inside her panties!"

"Yeah, she's lettin' him touch her in her pee-pee!" little Tisha snickered, lapping at her ice cream. "Thass NASTY! Are you one of those perverts, who likes little kids, Mister?"

Sally blushed purple and tried to hide her face in the crook of my neck as I grinned down at the two little munchkins. "Yes, I am! I love to play with pretty little girls like you," I grinned. "Do you want to watch?" The kids snickered and nodded eagerly, their little pigtails bouncing.

"Look, I'm rubbing Sally's little pussy, to get it all nice and juicy inside, so I can use it. See?" I leered, spreading the kid's skinny legs more widely so they could more clearly see my hand working inside the little panties. "No... don't tell'em what you're doing to me," the child mumbled, squirming and trying to hide her blushing face in my neck.

"I just love to feel soft little girl pussies, because it makes me so excited. See?" I grinned, nodding at the rigid penis bouncing in my lap. The kids' eyes went wide and they giggled nervously as they stared at it.

"Have you ever seen one of these?" I asked. The two kids just slowly swiveled their heads as they stared, fascinated. "No, Mister. What's that?" one said.

"That's my dick. You can touch it, if you want to," I suggested. Tisha giggled and put down her ice cream as both kids reached forward to grasp the rigid pole.

"Oh, yeah," I hissed under my breath as I stroked Sally's dewy little cunt watched their eager little fingers roam all over my engorged dick, sticky with ice cream. Childish traces of chipped pink fingernail polish made my gut ache with pedosexual lust as the children naively masturbated me.

I glanced down at giggling little Tisha, her chubby cheeks and lips slathered and gleaming with chocolate ice cream. "Tisha... would you like to put it in your mouth?" I grinned down at the kid. "You can suck on it, while I play with Sally, okay?"

The kid clapped her hand to her mouth and erupted in hysterical giggles. "In my MOUTH? Eeeeewww, no, thass yer pee-pee! Thass so NASTY!" she cackled. "Yer a dirty man!" She clamped her lips tightly together and shook her head defiantly.

"Come on, Tisha," I grinned, swiveling my hips to wag my stiff phallus in the warm air. "I know you're going to do it, because you're a very naughty little girl, aren't you?"

The child sank to her knees, gazed up at me with a sulky, petulant look, then brushed back her pigtails with both hands and sucked the thing into her mouth, as her little friend crinkled her nose and said, "Eeew!"

A heavy shiver rippled up my spine as her warm little mouth engulfed my dick. The gleaming mess of ice cream slathered all over her face as she sucked gave me an inspiration.

"H- here, Tisha, get a big mouthful of ice cream, and then suck it," I panted, thrusting the melting cone at her.

"K-heh, heh, heh, thass NASTY!" the kid giggled, then lapped up a runny mess of the chocolate confection and glommed my stiff dick back into her mouth. The sharp contrast between the cold ice cream and her warm little tongue swirling it around my quivering penis made me shudder with lust. I turned and plunged my tongue back into little Sally's mouth, moaning my pleasure as the kneeling kid gobbled and sucked, and her little friend fondled my balls.

Countless blow jobs from virtual kids created by this device had enabled the computer to learn exactly how I liked it done, and the sensation was thrilling beyond description. I groaned in ecstasy as I felt the little kid gobble the thing in to her tonsils, her lips wetly sucking at the root as her tiny tongue stroked sticky ice cream all over the sensitive underside, slowly, teasingly, so exquisitely s lo w l y.

"AhhhhmmMMMMMMM," she hummed, her pigtails slowly swinging as her little head bobbed in my lap. My toes curled into the grass as she sucked it out to lap teasingly at the dripping head with her tongue, then slowly sucked it back in to bury her little nose in my pubic hairs, humming and wagging her head slowly back and forth, teasing the bulbous head with her throat muscles and swallowing the slimy pre-cum dripping down her softly nibbling esophagus. "AhhhhmmMMMMMMM." Thank god virtual kids have no gag reflex.

I moaned helplessly into Sally's mouth and curled my finger up inside her now juicy little hole, exploring the warm flesh of her miniature vagina and straining to forestall premature orgasm in little Tisha's wet mouth. She was a very pretty child, but the sticky mess of chocolate smeared all over her filthy face as she gummed and sucked my dick made me shake with kiddie sex lust.

Two more little kids toddled over to watch the obscene show, pointing and giggling and chattering excitedly to each other about how nasty it was. Their childish, high-pitched giggles swamped my dazed brain with pedosexual endorphins as I finger-fucked the limp 6-year-old beside me and helplessly hunched my throbbing penis into her little playmate's eagerly sucking mouth.

Quivering on the brink of orgasm, I forced myself to break the long, deep kiss, and pushed Tisha's head with a trembling hand to suck my dick out of her gobbling mouth. "St- stop, Tisha, I'm just about to... uh..." I gasped.

The kid turned her filty face to blink up at me with perplexed, innocent eyes. "But... but yer not finished yet, Mister, look, it's still all big an' hard," she complained. "I can get it all finished for you, I know how to do it real good!"

She lapped up another runny mess of chocolate and bent to plunge my throbbing dick back into her mouth, gobbling and humming, "Num, num, num, num," her little teeth scraping the thick shaft as her throat muscles wetly sucked at the head.

My eyeballs rolled white in my head as I frantically grabbed at her little pigtails to jerk my quivering dick out an instant before it ejaculated down her warm, gobbling throat.

"Tha- tha- that's e- enough, honeybunch," I panted as the kid gazed up at me with a hazy expression and wiped her filthy mouth with the back of her hand. "I want to play with little Sally, now."

Gasping and sweating, I glanced down with satisfaction to gaze at my wet dick, sticky with chocolate and jerking in my lap. The pharmaceutical helper was kicking in now, and the thing was rigid as a broom handle, so engorged that the tightly stretched penis flesh was shiny in the bright sunlight.

I leaned back and sighed luxuriously, to give all the fascinated little kids a good look, and savoring the sensation. The feeling of my dick so thick and heavy and bloated with anticipation stimulated my arousal just as much as watching all these little children staring at it in awe.

I sucked my wet finger out of little Sally's cunt. "Sally, let's play a different game. Why don't you take off your little panties for me?"

The child blushed, clamped her knobby knees together and tried to jerk down the hem of her ridiculously short skirt. "What... here?" she quavered, jerking her head side to side to look at the other children gathered around. "No, no, I can't take off my undies here, everybody would see,' she whined.

"Yes, I know, Sally, that's why I want you to do it. We're going to play a very naughty game now, and I want all your little playmates to watch! Here, stand up on the picnic table, so everyone can have a good look while you do it, okay?"

The sullen kid awkwardly clambered up to stand on the table, biting her lip and blushing. "Don't make me do it, Mister, please? I'm umbarrassed. Don't make me take off my panties, Mister," she pouted.

"Come on, Sally, take off your panties, nice and slow, so we can all have a look," I cooed, rising to stand before her and stroking my stiff dick.

Sniffling and whimpering, the little girl tucked her jumper hem beneath her chin and slowly drew the tiny cartoon panties down her slim legs, over her knobby knees, her little pink sandals clacking on the wooden table as she daintily stepped out of them and dropped the panties.

The kid blushed crimson, ducked her chin and clapped her hand over her bare mound. "Don't look at it, Mister," she whimpered in a quavery voice.

"Come on, Sally, don't be shy. Look, I'm showing you mine, now you have to show me yours," I smiled, blatantly masturbating my dripping penis. "Just hold up your skirt and show me your little pussy."

The watching kids all snickered and giggled as Sally slowly raised the denim skirt, the freckles on her cheeks emphasized by a deep crimson blush of shame as she shyly displayed her puffy little pussy lips, the tender flesh so pale a spiderweb of delicate blue capillaries was visible just beneath the surface.

I stepped forward for a closer look, my dick throbbing in my hand as I caressed the child's porcelain-pale tummy. The humiliated child just stood there, her lower lip and skinny legs trembling as I fondled her.

"Mmmmm, what a sweet little pussy Sally has," I murmured, nudging my nose into the soft little cleft to inhale her musky scent. My hands reached up to clasp her tiny, peach-size bottom cheeks, my thumbs reached around to peel open the soft lips and I plastered my mouth to the child's splayed-open sex, licking and sucking her drooling little hole.

"Eeeew, that man put his mouth in Sally's pee-pee!" a child squealed. "Eeeew, look, he's *licking* it!" another kid chimed in, and the whole group burst into giggles.

I pulled away from the child's slick crotch to pant, "Computer: More vaginal discharge, and... and increase smell factor by 20%."

I plunged back in, my nostrils quivering at the enhanced, acrid stench of the child's copiously drooling little cunt. Her willowy legs trembled and she dropped the skirt hem over my head to curl her fingers into my hair as I licked and sucked the musky, pungent sex goo into my mouth and slathered the stinking liquid all over my cheeks and chin.

The little girl's tongue lolled out, her eyes rolled back and she began panting. This elicited another round of stumpy finger-pointing and giggling from our audience, the children laughing and stamping their little feet with glee.

Delirious with lust at the smell and taste of her childish sexual arousal, I pulled back, scooped the little 6-year-old into my arms to stride over to the swing set, kissing her deeply, my ponderous dick wagging as I walked, and dripping at the sensation of carrying her frail body, which couldn't have weighed more than 40 pounds.

I sat in the swing and settled the child into my lap, facing away from me, her limp, skinny legs dangling astride my thighs. "Ghod, I need that little pussy now, Sally," I panted in the child's ear, my stiff dick dripping as I fondled her tiny nipples beneath the jumper top. "It's been way too long since I had a little girl. Are you gonna let me f- fuck that sweet little pussy, Sally?" I gasped.

"N'kay, Mister, but... but don't tell my Mommy, okay?" the child muttered, her freckled cheeks flushed as she stared at the rampant penis wagging between her willowy thighs.

"Yeah... oh... g- ghod, yeah..." I breathed as I notched the thing into position. Her copious sexual arousal gleamed all over her pale vulva and dripped down her spindly thighs, and my pharmaceutically enhanced organ was so rigid it needed no help to squeeze into her slick little hole. I gripped her by the armpits with both hands and groaned heavily as the creamy warmth of the child's vagina engulfed my straining dick.

Shaking with lust, I plunged the engorged meat all the way in to the root. One of the consummate joys of virtual sex is that the little kids can't feel pain, so I slammed the child's frail body down and indulged myself, grinding her tiny bottom on my balls to feel my swollen penis rooting deep inside her wet little hole.

The deeply impaled little kid just sat there with a dazed expression as I gritted my teeth and ground the thing in the depths of her bloated little cunt.

Panting and sweating, I reached to curl the child's little fingers around the swing chains. "Here, hold on tight, Sally, we're going for a nice ride," I gasped, shoving off with my feet to begin swinging.

The motion of the swing sucked my dick out on the back arc, and plunged it in to the balls when we swung forward. "Omighod, that's so f- fucking GOOD!" I howled, kicking my legs to swing higher and impale the little 6-year-old more deeply.

The rusty hinges squeaked on the back swings, like a counterpoint to my obscene cries of ecstasy on the front swings, when my throbbing dick plunged to the root in her juicy little baby hole. Squeak... AHHHHH! Squeak... AHHHHH! Squeak... AHHHHH!

The other children flopped down on the grass to watch the filthy show, sitting cross-legged and displaying their little panties for me as I scanned their naively grinning faces and reamed the little first-grader in my lap. The deeply impaled kid just rode along with a vague, dreamy expression on her face, grunting quietly, her eyeballs rolling, her denim skirt billowing up, her stumpy legs swinging limply by my thighs as I used her slight body for my pleasure.

"Computer: Increase penetration audio by 20%" I panted, my ears tingling with lust as I heard the wet, squishy sounds of my thick penis slamming into the child's hot little cunt with each upswing, and could feel her warm, slick sex goo splashing into my tensed balls with each frantic thrust.

The delicious thrill of deeply fucking a little 6-year-old in a sunny, public playground, surrounded by giggling children and gazing at their crooked grins with missing baby teeth, their alluring little panty crotches, made my gut clench with lust. My quivering prostate lurched and my eyes rolled white as I felt the volcanic eruption building.

"Oh yeah... oh yeah, h- here it c- comes, little Sally..." I croaked, my voice cracking. Squish... AHHHH, Squish... AHHHH, Squish... AHHHH... "Gonna d- DO it inside little Sally, oghod!"

"BZZT-BZZT! BZZT-BZZT! Incoming call... BZZT-BZZT!" the laconic computer voice suddenly announced. Dammit, I'd forgotten to turn off the phone. A panel popped up before me, hanging in the air, with an image of my girlfriend's face on the ID panel.

"C- computer, pause program!" I stammered. All motion stopped at the apex of a swing, with my quivering dick still drooling pre-cum inside the little kid in my lap.

BZZT-BZZT! BZZT-BZZT!

"Ah, no, I mean... ah... Computer: HALT program!" The scene instantly dissolved to leave me sitting alone on a sofa in my den. I hastily jerked the robe closed to cover my wet, jerking penis, and said, "Answer."

"Hi there, hon!" my girlfriend smiled at me. "Hey, look at you, it's way past noon and you're still in your robe, lazybones. And, hey, you're all sweaty. What's going on?"

"Just... ah... exercising," I stammered, crossing my legs to try to hide the bloated erection in my lap and trying to smile convincingly. "You know, that Baja kayak routine, where the tides are so rough."

After a prolonged discussion of her sister's boring activities and a couple blown kisses at the end, I finally rang off. I love the woman but, jeezuz, she can sometimes be a runaway motor mouth.

I went to the kitchen for a tumbler of orange juice. My mouth was dry, and I'd drooled so much pre-cum into my little playmate that I might have been dehydrated. That's one of the drawbacks of virtual sex -- smelly little puddles on the floor to clean up after the program shuts down. And since I'd been deprived for a week, I suspected I was going to have some fairly sizable puddles to clean up later today.

I drained the orange juice, then punched up a few favorite photos of naked little children to get me back in the mood. Gazing at their frail bodies and succulent little cunts soon had my dick at full erection, so I said, "Computer: Resume program at halt point."

The sudden, sharp sensation of the little girl's vagina milking my throbbing penis made me shudder, and I brought the swing to a halt to readjust. I lifted the child by her armpits to suck my stiff dick out of her, stood her on the grass, shrugged out of the robe and tossed it on the grass beside the giggling children so I was naked.

The molested little girl stood before me, shyly biting her lip and clasping her hands behind her, the hem of her denim jumper just short enough to reveal a glimpse of her pudgy pussy lips, and a gleaming rivulet of child sex goo dripping down her pale inner thigh and glistening in the bright sunlight of the playground.

I knelt down and reached beneath a denim shoulder strap and stroke her infantile nipple. "I like playing with you, Sally, because you're such a little girl," I said, my throbbing dick dripping on the grass as I caressing her flat, pale chest.

"Do you want to know a secret, Sally?" I murmured. "As much as I love little girls, I've never fucked a 6-year-old before, Sally. You're the naughtiest little sex toy I've ever had. I think we're going to have lots and lots of fun together, from now on, okay?"

The kid's lips curled into a shy smile as I nuzzling her tiny nipple with my lips and ran my hand down her bony spine, over the barely perceptible curve of her bare little peach-size bottom, to knead the soft, pale flesh with my fingers.

"In fact, Sally, I need to fuck you again, right now. Need to fuck your sweet little pussy until I'm all finished inside you, would you like that? Do you like it when I fuck you, Sally?"

"Ya, it's okay, I guess," the child shrugged. "Just don't tell my Mommy I let you do it in me, okay?"

My gut clenched at the childishly naive response. Damn, this computer got the little kid's innocent personality just precisely right to stimulate my most depraved kiddie-sex fantasies. She was a keeper. I took the little kid by the hand and strolled back to stand beside the picnic table.

"Computer: Replicate a vid-phone, on the table, here." The screen shimmered into place, facing us. "Sally, what's your Mommy's name?" I smiled. "Eileen," she said, blinking innocently up at me. "Eileen Brennan."

"Well, here's a phone, why don't you call her, to tell her you're at school, having fun, okay?" I said as I stepped aside, out of the screen's field of vision. The kid shrugged and recited a number. A 30-ish woman appeared on the screen, with identical green eyes and red hair.

"Hi, hon," The woman said, looking around at the playground. "Why aren't you in school? What are you up to?"

"Oh, nuffin, I'm jus' playin' wif my friend, Mister Johnson.

"Mister Johnson? Who's Mister Johnson?"

The kid tossed her hair and shrugged her bony shoulders. "Oh, he's jus' a nice man I met at the playground. He's been playin' wif me an' Tisha."

A fleeting shadow crinkled the woman's forehead. "Ah... playing... what? Wh... ah... where is this Mister Johnson, hon?"

Naked, I stepped beside the little girl to smile at the woman, my dripping penis pointing at the screen. "Hi, Eileen, I'm Peter Johnson," I grinned. "Pleased to meet you. And, I must say, you have a very, very pretty little girl," I said, reaching down to stroke the child's hair.

The woman's jaw dropped and her eyes bulged in horror as she stared at my wet, throbbing dick. She tried to speak, but all that emerged was a strangled "G- ghak!"

"OMIGOD, you... you f- filthy b- bastard, don't you dare do a thing to her! I'm calling the police, right now!" she shrieked when her voice returned.

"Now, now, Eileen, you can't do that. Your phone is blocked, you have no idea where we are, and you're temporarily locked inside your house," I smiled. "In fact, there's only one thing you can do, to persuade me." The woman cursed and shrieked, until I slipped down one of her little daughter's shoulder straps to fondle her tiny nipple.

"Okay! Okay! What? What do you want me to do?" the woman hissed, her face purple with rage.

"Well, first, sit down on that sofa behind you and take off that halter top, so I can get a better look at you."

"Fucking asshole... fine. Okay. Happy, now?" she spat as she jerked of the halter to expose her perky, bouncing breasts.

"Ooooo, nice, very nice," I smiled. The milky-pale breasts were small but nicely rounded and firm, with a spray of light freckles around her nipples.

"Good. Now let's see you play with those pretty nipples, to make them stand up and say hello," I grinned. "Like this," I explained, teasing and rolling the child's tiny nipplet with my fingers.

Gritting her teeth with frustration, the woman pinched and tugged at her right nipple as I watched it pucker and rise.

"No, Eileen, both of them," I smiled as I dropped the child's other shoulder strap. The little jumper fell to puddle at her feet and I began fondling the kid's flat chest with both hands.

"You... you better not hurt her," she hissed as she rolled both nipples until they strained from her pale chest like stiff pencil erasers.

"Oh, I won't hurt her, Eileen. I can't hurt her," I said. "I'd never hurt her. She's such a delicious little girl," I murmured, dropping to my knees behind the naked child, fondling her flat chest and little babyfat tummy. "See how much I like your little girl?" I grinned, wagging my engorged dick between her stumpy legs.

My finger crept between her tiny thighs to stroke the soft little cleft of her puffy vulva, and my dick jerked and drooled a droplet of pre-cum. "See how excited it makes me to touch her like this? To feel her soft little pussy, Eileen?"

"Y- you disgusting asshole," the woman spat, but her voice cracked and she shivered slightly.

"Now, get out of that skirt and let me see your panties, hon."

The woman did as instructed and slumped back into the sofa. "That what you wanted to see, asshole?" she spat, jerking her thin, milky thighs wide.

"Mmmmm, yeah, just what I expected to see," I grinned, gazing at the tiny white thong, the crotch soaked through with pussy juice.

Despite her frustration and rage, the woman's body was involuntarily responding to the sight of an intensely aroused, naked male fondling a naked female. The fact that it was her own 6-year-old child was so unthinkably obscene that it sharpened her arousal, even as it disgusted her.

"Doesn't that feel nice, Sally?" I whispered in the child's hair as I teased her nipples and stroked my finger between her slippery little lips. The child looked down, grinned and nodded. "See, Eileen, she likes it. Why don't you join us? In fact, why don't you slip out of those wet panties and go get your favorite dildo? I know you have one."

The woman left and returned naked with an impressively thick 7-inch dildo, slumped down on the sofa with a defiant grimace on her face. "Oh, look, Sally. Mommy's dick is even bigger than mine. That looks like fun, doesn't it?"

The little kid looked uncomprehendingly at the strange thing in her Mommy's hand and just shrugged.

"Let's show Mommy what we want to see her do with it," I murmured, nuzzling the tip of my bloated dick up against the child's slick little sex lips.

"NO! NO, ghod, NO! Don't... do THAT to her!" the woman screamed, veins bulging in her neck.

"Come on, Eileen, you know what to do," I cajoled.

"D- dammit, o- okay, OKAY!" she hissed, biting her lip and plugging the fat thing into her drooling cunt.

"That's it... ALL the way in, Eileen... just how little Sally likes it," I grinned as the woman blushed purple and shoved the plastic dick in to the hilt.

Still kneeling behind the child, I wiggled my shiny dick head until it popped into her, then gripped her narrow ribcage and urged her to squat down until her little pussy lips were buried in my bushy pubic hair.

"NOOOOOO!" The woman shrieked. The child clapped her hands to her face in shame, shaking her head and whining, "No, don't do it when my Mommy can see!"

"Well, let's get up and give her a better look," I panted, lifting the impaled child by her armpits as I stood. "Oh, ghod, Eileen, it feels so GOOD inside your little Sally!" I groaned. "And Sally likes it, too, don't you sweetie? Look, Sally, Mommy is real sad. Show her how much you like being fucked, to make her feel better."

The deeply impaled kid peeled her hands from her face and her lips curled into a shy smile. "It's okay, Mommy, don't be sad. It feels kinda nice in there," she said, pointing a stumpy finger at her protruding belly button where the thing throbbed inside her.

The woman's jaw dropped as she stared in shock at the sight of my wrinkled balls crushed tight against her little daughter's tender crotch. I gently lifted the child up and down an inch or two, to show her the wet shaft penetrating her little daughter, and she groaned loudly in helpless shame, but involuntarily began grinding the fat dildo inside her.

I turned sideways to give the woman a profile view, bent the child forward with my hands supporting her tummy, and began rooting deeply inside her slick little cunt, doggy style. Her limp arms dangled down, her little sandals bumped my knees as I plunged into her with long, deep thrusts, panting like a dog, loudly, for the woman to clearly hear my lust as I frenziedly molested her little girl.

I stepped closer to the screen, to give her a closeup view of my slimy penis plunging into the child's dripping hole, my heavy balls smacking wetly into her tiny bottom with each grunting thrust.

"G- ghod, such a sweet little BABY HOLE! your little Sally feels so hot and NASTY inside!" I grunted at the woman's flushed face, pausing at full penetration to twist her tiny bottom from side to side, grinding my bloated penis deep inside her, before resuming my desperate lunging.

"S- stop... s- st- stop it," the woman groaned weakly, staring transfixed at my wet penis as it plunged and withdrew from her daughter's sucking little hole, now rapidly diddling her clitoris as the heavy dildo moved faster inside her. "Sh- she's just s- six years old, dammit, sh-sh- she's t- too LITTLE!"

The violated little girl just hung limply in my arms, staring at the ground with dazed eyes and grunting quietly as I fucked her. "T- tell Mommy how much you like that big dick inside you, Sally," I gasped. Tell Mommy what it feels like in you."

The little girl's hung head lifted and turned to face the screen, her eyes dim and unfocused, her mouth slack and drooling. "I- it f- feels b- big an' f- fat in th- there, M- Mommy," she stammered, her little head bobbing, her words punctuated by my frantic lunges as I skewered her tiny body.

"No, no, no, no," the woman sobbed, helplessly grinding the dildo inside her as she watched her daughters limp legs swinging, her little sandals clacking into my knees, powerless to stop me or herself.

I stopped at full penetration, panting and gritting my teeth to stave off orgasm, then stepped closer to the screen to let the woman watch me slowly suck my gleaming dick out of the child with an obscenely wet "plop."

"Look at it, Eileen," I gasped, pointing my wet penis at her flushed face. "Look how hot and hard your little girl makes me. See how much I need to use Sally's sweet little fuck hole?" I panted, staring into her glazed eyes as she watched my engorged dick jerking and dripping slimy runnels of pre-cum.

Holding the naked little girl with one arm, I reached down to stroke the bloated shaft in her face. "I haven't had sex in a week, Eileen. I'm so bloated with cum I'm just about to explode," I gasped, masturbating my dripping dick. "And I'm going to just let it all go, pump my whole load of stinking sperm deep inside Sally's sweet little pussy hole, while you watch. And, oh my ghod, it's going to be good... so fucking good."

Unable to speak, the woman just bared her teeth in a grimace, shaking hard, trying to squeeze her disbelieving eyes shut, but unable to tear her gaze from the disgusting sight.

I lifted the naked child up by her armpits to press her bony back into my chest, hunching my hips to nudge my rampant dick up against her drooling little cunt lips. "Now... p- put it back in, Sally, like a good girl," I cooed. "Stick it back in there, so I can get all finished nice and deep inside your soft little tummy..."

I stared into the woman's flushed face as I felt the child's fingers reach down to grasp the wet penis. She bowed her spindly legs and smeared the bloated head against her until it popped in. I watched the woman's mouth drop into a silent scream of disgust and awe as I slowly lowered the naked child until her warm, gooey little hole swallowed the thing to the root.

"Omigod, yeah, y- yeah, s- SUCK it, little baby!" I babbled, my tongue lolling out of my mouth with lust. "SUCK it with your sweet little baby hole, let Mommy watch you make the bad man squirt all that nasty sperm up inside your little tummy!"

Aching for relief, my overstimulated prostate lurched, and I jammed the child down hard to crush her soft bottom into my balls, shaking and pumping her tiny body on my quivering dick once... twice... three times...

"G-ghod, l- LOOK, Mommy! L- look what nasty little Sally made me d- d- DOOOOOO!" I roared as I plunged deep and my clenched balls erupted a week's worth of reeking semen into the child's bloated little vagina.

The woman's eyes glazed over and she slammed the dildo in to the hilt, grinding it hard and hissing, "ohshit... ohshit... ohshit.." through clenched teeth, her tensed legs kicking and flailing as she watched the milky sperm blast out of the child's overstuffed little vagina, gush after gush of it spurting out and bubbling into the hairs of my balls.

My wobbly knees nearly buckled as I felt my artificially bloated dick jerk and heave and ejaculate inside the child's limp body until the massive load of sperm slimed my balls and dripped down the child's skinny thighs in gleaming rivulets to puddle in the grass at my feet.

The spent woman slumped heavily back onto the sofa, gasping sobbing and covering her shamed face with her hands, her whole body convulsing every few seconds with the aftershocks of her subsiding orgasm, the deeply implanted dildo jerking as her sloppy cunt clenched and sucked at it spasmodically.

I slowly lifted the naked child until my spent but still rampant dick slurped out of her obscenely distended hole with a wet plop and hung before me, jerking and dripping on the playground grass.

My chest heaving and gasping, I weakly lifted the naked little girl onto the table before the video screen, spreading her limp, stumpy legs to display the obscene sight of my sperm bubbling from her reamed and ruddy little baby hole. The fascinated child craned her head to look down, grinning and smearing her fingertip curiously in the viscous mess of semen puddled on the table between her pudgy thighs.

The woman on screen stifled a sharp sob, jerked away to dive face down into the sofa cushions and convulsed again into orgasm, sobbing her shame into the pillows as her clenched butt quivered and hunched and jerked her relief.

"Mommy? Are you okay?" the little kid whispered, reaching to touch the image of her naked, sobbing mother.

"Hush, Sally, leave her alone for now," I said, stroking the child's hair. "She'll be okay in a minute. Meantime, let's get you dressed, okay? Go find your little dress and panties."

The naked kid scampered off as I watched the sobbing woman finally rouse herself. She jerked the wet dildo out and hurled it angrily to the floor, then turned to face me, her coppery hair matted with sweat, her eyes dim, her lips drawn into a tight line, her face deeply flushed with rage, and shame, and sexual exhaustion.

"It's okay now, Eileen, I'm all finished with your little Sally. And I want to thank you. She's the most delicious little fuck toy I've ever had," I said, languidly stroking my spent, tingling penis.

"Go to hell, you filthy child molester," she managed in a weak voice, cutting her eyes down to glance at the wet, ruddy dick in my hand, still dripping and gleaming with semen and littlegirl goo.

"Hey, is it molestation if the little girl has a good time, like Sally did? In fact, it looked to me like you had a fairly good time yourself, whether you wanted to or not," I replied, with a glance at her still heavily engorged nipples. "Twice, by my count. That made it even better, for me. Let's get together again some time, in person, shall we?"

"In your fucking dreams, slimeball," the woman spat, jerking up a pillow to cover her still rigid nipples.

"No, not in my dreams, in my trusty VirtuAll computer," I grinned. "I've got you, and little Sally, and all your most deeply repressed sexual desires, safely filed away and ready to go, any time. So you never know when we might meet again!"

END of Episode 1