Perverts 'R' Us
Katrina
By Pedolicious Extremis ( M/g8, pedo, mast, oral, 1st, cons )
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WARNING: Don't read this story unless you enjoy fantasies of adult-child sex. This ain't great literature. Its only purpose is to stimulate, and sustain, the sexual arousal of pedophiles like me, who enjoy masturbating to fantasies of satisfying, consensual sex with small children.
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I'm a veterinarian, one of dozens from all over the country who volunteered to help rescue and treat lost animals after the Katrina catastrophe.
Now, ten months after the storm, I was driving a van full of homeless dogs to a shelter in a small town a couple hundred miles away. My volunteer stint was over, and I was on my way home.
Little did I know that I was about to get a wonderful reward for my altruism.
I dropped off the dogs and drove to the only motel nearby, a shabby place. It was a hot, humid day in mid-June and I stood in the funky lobby, sweating, behind eight or ten others waiting to check in, hoping to get a room for the night. Every lodging for hundreds of miles seemed to be jammed to capacity with hurricane refugees.
I noticed a young woman in line ahead of me, holding the hand of a little girl. The woman was plain looking, a bit overweight. I couldn't help but admire the child, since I've been a closet pedophile for most of my adult life (although I've never acted on any of my fantasies).
The child was small, only about 3'6" tall. She wore a tartan plaid skirt, with dark brown hair done up in braided pigtails. I felt the familiar abdominal tingling as my eyes traveled down her little legs, to her knobby knees, to her little socks and shoes. Yum, yum.
I hauled my luggage up to the second-floor room, just as shabby as I'd expected. I flicked open the curtains to see the view -- a long stretch of highway, fields on the other side, and the small motel pool.
Minutes later I was cutting laps in the pool, stretching my aching muscles. I marveled that I was the only person using the pool on such a hot day. I supposed the others were hunkered down in their rooms, soaking up the air conditioning.
After a few dozen laps I lay back against the wall in the shallow end of the pool, letting the cool water soothe away the mental and physical exhaustion of weeks of frantic volunteer work.
A patio door opened and the little girl I'd seen in the lobby emerged. She walked toward the pool, wearing oversize pink flip-flops and a prim, one-piece bathing suit, pale blue, with a pink Barbie logo on the chest.
The child walked to stand before me, her little tummy poking out. She was a bit homely, with protruding teeth, a gap between her two upper front teeth, dull eyes, ears a bit too large. She wore thick, oversize glasses. I noticed with interest that the slack elastic of her swimsuit didn't quite clasp her skinny thighs, so the crotch hung loose.
"Hi, Mister," she said. "I saw you swimmin'. Could you teach me how to do that? I can't swim too good."
"Sure, honey. Hop in."
The little girl kicked off her flip-flops and daintily stepped down the ladder into the pool. A minute later she was holding the side of the pool with both hands, floating in the water and kicking her little legs as I supported her with one hand holding her protruding tummy, the other cupping her flat chest.
"That's it. Slow, regular strokes," I said, concentrating on the feel of the child's warm tummy in my palm -- the first time I'd ever touched a little girl this way.
"Good. Try to keep your knees straight," I said, moving my hand down slightly, to cup her little pubic bone.
The little girl turned to me, grinning gleefully as her skinny legs churned the water. "Am I doin' it right?"
"Yeah... you're doing just fine," I said. "Now let's try swimming with your arms."
She let go of the wall, kicking and splashing as I supported her little tummy and chest, trying to avoid overtly fondling her as my erection slowly grew in my swim trunks. Little Mr. Johnson and I were going to have wonderful memories to take to bed with us tonight.
"Now you try it on your own," I said. "Go over there and swim back to me."
The little girl flopped and splashed toward me, then threw her skinny arms around my neck, grinning and pressing her body into my chest. "I did it!" she announced, proudly, curling her little legs around my waist for support.
"Yes, you did! Good girl!" I replied, as the little girl grinned crookedly up at me, her eyes greatly magnified by her thick glasses, her protruding tummy pressed warmly against my hairy belly.
"You did very, very well," I rambled, trying to prolong the moment as my hands cupped the child's tiny butt cheeks to support her. I felt my erection growing, lengthening, straining up toward the inviting little female sex an inch away.
"Do you know how to tread water, honey?"
"No. Will you show me?"
I pushed away from the wall, to deeper water, and demonstrated. "See? You kick your legs like a frog, and make circles with your arms. Here, come try it."
The little girl flopped toward me and I reached to support her, with both hands encircling her waist.
"Now, kick your legs like a frog..."
"Like a FROG?" the child giggled. "Phweee, hee, hee."
"That's it," I said, looking down to see a hint of her loose swimsuit crotch gaping open underwater.
"Here, I'll hold you up while you get the hang of it," I said, reaching down to cup her little crotch in the palm of my hand.
"Kick hard, now..." I encouraged, hoping to distract the child's attention as I felt her little sex settle into the palm of my hand.
"Like that?" the girl panted, biting her lip and concentrating hard as she kicked.
"Yeah... just... just like that..." I whispered as I felt my middle finger nestle into the sweet cleft in the little girl's swimsuit.
My erection was throbbing as the little girl kicked happily in the water. I didn't have to move my hand at all; her strenuous motions were sliding her little sex back and forth on my finger.
After a moment the child collapsed against my chest, panting. "That's HARD," she gasped. "I'm kinda tired."
"Well, you did great," I said, turning the girl so her back was against my chest. "You deserve a rest," I told her, as my left hand cupped the child's flat chest, my right hand resting just above her pubis.
Exhausted, the little girl lay back against my chest, panting, as I furtively looked around to see if we had an audience.
There was no one in sight, the sun was going down, and the pool lights hadn't come on yet. I knew it was stupidly risky, but I couldn't help myself.
My hand slowly moved down to cup the little girl's crotch under the water. The child stiffened slightly and clapped her little thighs together, but didn't try to stop me as my finger began to move at her crotch. She just looked down, her pigtails dripping, as I fondled her.
Interpreting her lack of response as consent, I worked my finger beneath the loose crotch of her swimsuit, sucking in my breath at my first-ever contact with a little girl's sexual organs.
The child shivered, then sighed quietly and relaxed against my chest. Her little legs went limp and parted, involuntarily responding to the sexual stimulation as my finger began stroking, gently, between her rubbery little vulva lips. She gripped my wrist with her hand and her breathing shallowed.
The sun dipped below the horizon, the high clouds glowed pink, the pool darkening in shadow as I slipped down the shoulder strap of the child's swimsuit and reached beneath to stroke the soft flesh of her flat, bony chest. I rolled and pinched her tiny nipples, puckered into little raisins by the cool pool water.
The highway behind us was deserted. The only sound was the chirping of crickets and the little girl's quiet panting as I fondled her skinny body and masturbated her under the water.
Her hips were slowly rotating now, and I wondered if she was aware that my engorged dick had crept out of my swim trunks to nestle between her soft little butt cheeks, leaking pre-cum.
The child was leaning back against my chest, legs spread limply, eyes closed, glasses slipped halfway down her nose. She was panting and drooling into my chest hairs as my finger gently teased the mouth of her tiny vagina.
She trembled hard and her little hands tightened on my wrist as I drew my finger up, closer and closer to the tiny pink nexus of her sexual desire.
I found the little pleasure button, rolled it gently round and round with my fingertip, and the child cascaded into orgasm, digging her tiny fingers into my wrist, grunting and grinding her little sex on my finger.
The child made funny little snorting noises as she came -- "snORK... SNORK... s- s- s- SNORK..." she grunted, her little body jerking, her tiny toes curling tight against my thighs as the orgasm overwhelmed her young body in wave after wave of sexual relief.
I let go, too, trying to choke back a loud scream of pleasure as I stroked myself in the child's warm butt crack, clenched my teeth and ejaculated squirt after squirt of long pent-up sexual desire into the cool water of the pool.
We just lay there, collapsed against the pool side, breathing raggedly as the crickets chirped nearby in the fading light of dusk. The pool lights snapped on, illuminating the milky globs of semen floating in the water around us.
I bent down to kiss the top of the child's head. She stirred and pulled at my wrist, extracting my finger from inside the crotch of her swimsuit.
"I'm gettin' kinda cold, Mister," she murmured as she pulled her shoulder strap back up and reached down to pull the crotch of her swimsuit back into place. "I gotta go change clothes."
My mind snapped back from the erotic fog and I suddenly realized the perilous situation I was in. I quickly stuffed my spent dick back into my trunks and climbed out of the pool, pulling the little girl out to stand beside me on shaky legs.
"Okay," I said, in what I hoped was a normal voice. "You'd better get back to your mom, anyway. She'll wonder where you are."
"Naw, she's out wif her boyfriend," the child replied, as I dried off her little body with my towel. "She lef' a samwich for me an' said to go to bed, 'cause she'd be out late."
I took her little hand and we strolled across the patio to the motel, the child flap-flapping along beside me in her oversize flip-flops.
"That sounds pretty boring," I said. "You want to come play with me, in my room, instead?"
The kid turned to grin up at me. "N'kay!" she chirped, her crooked little teeth gleaming in the soft patio light.
"Great. I'm in Room 206. You go change and come see me, okay?"
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My heart pounded in my chest as I waited for the child's visit, wondering at my stupidity. Was I going to risk life, career, everything, for one chance to gratify my lifelong child sex fantasies?
I thought it over, weighing the temptation against my liabilities.
Swamped with hurricane refugees, the overwhelmed motel staff hadn't bothered with the usual registration procedures. So many people had fled with no identification that the staff wasn't even bothering to ask for it any longer. Most people were paying with FEMA vouchers, anyway.
I recalled that I hadn't provided my name, credit card or van license number, just the travel voucher from the animal-rescue organization. Hundreds of volunteers had those, and they were all anonymous. Even the van itself was one of hundreds, rented as a fleet. In the chaos of the rescue center, no one had bothered to record who took which van.
It finally sunk in that, perhaps for the first time in my life, I was completely anonymous on this night. When I drove away in the morning there would be no record that I'd ever been here. Just a voucher number that could belong to hundreds of volunteers from a dozen makeshift rescue encampments, and the dubious memories of overtaxed motel staff who saw six dozen new faces every day.
I rationalized. I'd done good things. I'd helped save animals, and even a few people. I deserved this. I wasn't going to molest a child, just... have a little vicarious fun. Or so I rationalized.
I closed the curtains, stripped naked and gazed at myself in the cracked mirror, smiling. Not bad for 46, I thought. My flaccid penis stirred in anticipation of the evening's forbidden pleasures.
I sat at the desk, flipped through the guide book and dialed the number of a local place, lazily stroking my dick as I ordered pizza, soda and beer, then donned a pair of shorts for modesty. I wore nothing else.
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Minutes later a timid knock on the door announced the arrival of my little friend. I opened the door to find her grinning up at me, wearing the same tartan plaid skirt, a pink blouse, striped knee socks and black Mary Jane shoes. As she entered I noticed that the top of her little head was just about at the level of my navel.
The food arrived, and we chatted as we ate. Her name was Tricia. She and her mom had traveled 300 miles to see Mom's boyfriend, an insurance adjustor who'd been sent here to work with hurricane victims. They'd been apart for weeks at a time. Mom would be out very late.
I told her my name was Anthony Martin, which it isn't.
My pedophile heart skipped a beat when little Tricia told me she was... oh, god... 8 years old. She'd just finished second grade.
I felt the slow throb of my pulse in my dick as I watched the little girl tear into the pizza with her endearingly gapped teeth, watched her clutch her Pepsi with both little hands.
When she finished she threw back her head and belched, loudly, then burst into kiddie giggles. Her high-pitched, childish laughter brought me to full erection, made me want to just scoop her up in my arms, kissing and tickling and fondling the little second-grader.
"Can we watch TV now?" the little girl chirped.
"Sorry, honey," I lied. "The TV's broken. Why don't we just... talk, okay?"
I led her to the small sofa, sat her down and knelt before her on the ratty, green shag carpet. She kicked her little feet on the sofa, her skinny legs spread just enough to reveal white cotton panties with a repeating pattern of tiny teddy bears.
I reached up to fondle her thin calf, where it disappeared into her knee sock.
"You did really well today in the pool," I said. "Let's see how developed your swimming muscles are."
My hand grasped the child's knobby knee to spread her legs as my other hand moved slowly up to fondle her soft inner thigh, my fingers moving up to brush the elastic edge of her teddy-bear panties.
Man: "Hmmmm... nice... very nice... Now, lean back, Tricia, so I can check your abdominal muscles."
The child obediently leaned back as I rested my hand on her plump little tummy.
"Wha's that?" she asked in her little high-pitched voice. "Wha's abomina muscles?"
"Here, I'll show you. Now, raise your arms and put your hands behind your head."
The little girl giggled and did as she was told as I knelt between her spread legs and reached to unbutton her blouse. My dick stiffened in my shorts as the first tiny nipple came into view.
"Why don't you take off your glasses, Tricia," I said as the third button came undone, "so I can see how pretty you are."
"Naw, I can't see nuthin' without 'em," the child said as I popped the last button and spread her blouse wide to expose her pale chest and tummy. "I got a sigmatism."
I moved forward to press my erection against the child's little knee sock as I fondled her bare chest and tummy.
"Hmmmm... you're such a little girl..." I said, tracing my fingertip around the child's tiny nipple. "You're not ...ah... developed at all..."
The little girl frowned and poked out her lip. "I'm not?"
"No, but that's okay... I'm a doct... um, I'm a swim coach," I lied, pushing both hands up under her little skirt to squeeze the child's soft thighs. "I can show you some exercises, so you can develop those swimming muscles. Okay?"
"N'kay," she nodded, her little pigtails bouncing.
"Okay, hop up on the bed and I'll show you."
The little girl clambered up onto the big, queen-size bed and lay there, her blouse wide open. I oozed a drop of pre-cum into my shorts as I leaned over her to spread her skinny legs wide apart, knees up, soles of her Mary Jane shoes flat on the bed.
"Good... Now raise your bottom up off the bed, just as high as you can."
I moved to stand at the foot of the bed and watch as the little girl hunched her butt off the bed, her skirt falling open as she thrust her panty crotch at me.
"G- good... Now, go back down and come back up, just like that... but very, very slowly..."
"Like this?" she asked, continuing her obscene fucking motions as I stared at the alluring little camel-toe indentation in her panties.
"Yeah... oh, yeah..." I said, reaching to stroke the rigid erection in my shorts. "Just like that... And... and count your strokes as you go..."
"Three... four... five... six..." the little girl chanted, furrowing her brow in concentration.
"Y- you better stop and rest now, Tricia," I said after she reached twenty.
"Did I do good?" she asked, grinning up at me as she lay there, breathing hard, her little legs still spread widely.
I came to sit beside her on the bed, stroking her little tummy, and assured her she'd done well.
My hand moved down to rest on her little teddy bear panties. "You know, Tricia," I said, looking thoughtful. "You should take off those little panties before we do any more."
The kid looked puzzled. "My panties? Why, Mister Martin?"
"W- we don't want them to get all... you know... sweaty while you exercise, do we?"
She frowned. "But that's naughty, Mister Martin. I'm not s'posed to let a boy watch me take off my panties. Mommy said."
"It's okay, honey," I reassured the child. "I'm not a boy. I'm a man. I'm all grown up."
She thought this one over. "Well... Yeah... I guess you're right. But you promise not to tell my mommy if I take off my panties?"
"I promise."
My breath caught in my throat as the little girl raised her short legs and jerked the panties up and off, over her knee socks and Mary Jane shoes.
"E- everything, honey..." I whispered, staring at the child's soft little vulva. "T- take off all your clothes for me, okay?"
The little girl shrugged off her blouse, dropped her skirt on the floor and bent forward to unfasten the strap of her little shoe.
"No... no, Tricia..." I said, reaching my hand out to stop her. "No, l- leave your little socks and shoes on, okay? They're... they're so... cute..."
I leaned forward, trying to hide the massive erection in my shorts as I reached to remove the naked little girl's thick glasses.
"Don't take off my glasses, Mister Martin," the child complained. "I can't see nothin'."
I put the glasses on the bedside table.
"It's safer not to wear eyeglasses when you exercise," I lied. "Can you see me, now?"
The naked child squinted at me. "Naw, jus' a kinda fuzzy blob. It kinda makes me dizzy."
"Well, that's okay, Tricia. You can close your eyes while you exercise, if you want to."
I stood beside the bed, pulled down my shorts and kicked them off. I wrapped my hand around my stiff dick and began stroking it in the warm, slick pre-cum.
"C- can you see me, Tricia?" I gasped. "Can you see what I'm doing now?"
The child squinted up at me. "No. What're you doin?"
"I- I'm exercising, too... just... just keep doing your... your little exercises... and... I'll do mine..."
I hoped the child couldn't hear my heavy breathing as I masturbated, watching her little 8-year-old body rise and fall in obscene fucking motions, naked but for her striped knee socks and tiny Mary Jane shoes.
The little girl was blushing now and biting her lip. "Mister Martin?" she panted, hunching her little butt off the bed. "Are you lookin' at my... you know... my thingie?"
"Wh- what thingie, Tricia?"
"Well... um... Daddy useta call it my... my little pussy... but Mommy said that's nasty."
"Yeah..." I whispered. "I'm looking at it. I- it's such a pretty little pussy... all soft, and pink..."
The girl blushed, but kept hunching her little crotch up at me. She was silent for a long while, and then spoke. "This is rilly naughty, Mister Martin."
"Yeah..." I agreed, masturbating and staring at the child's sex. "But we're all alone, Tricia. Nobody can see. Let's be really naughty, okay? I won't tell."
"Well... I dunno..." the kid said, stopping and lying still on the bed. "What kinda naughty stuff?"
"Reach down and open up your... your little pussy for me..." I whispered. "S- so I can see up inside..."
The naked little girl clapped her hand over her face and giggled. "Eeeeew!" she squealed. "That's NASTY!"
"Pretty please?" I cajoled, as a long strand of pre- cum leaked down to the floor. I knew I had her now. The little girl secretly wanted to be naughty.
Blushing and biting her lip, the little girl reached down to peel open her tiny vulva lips, revealing her little pink hole, still glistening with the sexual arousal from her earlier orgasm.
"D- don't tell, okay?" she whispered, nervously. "Don't tell my Mommy I let you look at it."
"Okay," I rasped in a husky voice as I climbed into the bed between the child's widely spread thighs, my face two inches away as I stared into her deliciously wet little sex orifice.
"Let's be very nasty, okay, Tricia?" I breathed into her gleaming crotch. "Would you like that?"
"I... I dunno..." she stammered. "Do... do what?"
"Can I... touch it?" I whispered, fondling the child's tiny shoes and stroking my dick on the bedspread. "Can I... feel your little pussy?"
"L- like you... like you did... in the pool?"
"Yeah... would you like that?"
Her little hole fluttered, and a droplet of arousal squeezed out to leak down her tiny butt crack.
"Um... um... n'kay... d- do that..."
I pursed my lips and blew lightly into the child's wet little hole. She sucked in her breath and shivered.
I blew again, and again, watching in amazement as the child's tiny bud slowly unfolded to reveal her little clitoris, pink and throbbing with desire.
"Oh... oh, oooooooo... oooooooo..." the child moaned as her little love bud strained for attention. "Oh, wha... what are y- you doin', Mister Martin?"
I blew again, and the child hunched her little crotch toward my face. "Oooo, your little tummy is shaking, Tricia. Does that feel nice?"
"Oooo... ooo... ooo... ooo..." she gasped.
"Do you want me to... touch it, honey?"
"Yeah... yeah... yeah..." she gasped, "Touch it... t- touch it..."
"Do you want me to... LICK it, Tricia? Lick you up inside your little pussy?"
"L- LICK it?!? Like, with your MOUTH? Oh... oh, no... th- thass so... so NASTY..."
"Yeah... very nasty..." I whispered. "Don't you want me to... to be nasty to you, Tricia?"
I moved forward to lick the child's inner thigh, an inch from her open vulva. Her little hands grabbed my head, her fingers tugging at my hair.
"Oooo! Oooo! Oooo, yeah... yeah, lick it..." she gasped as I teased my tongue closer to her quivering vulva. "No! N- not THERE... oh, do it in my... do it up inside my..."
"Oo... oo... hhhhhHOOOOOOOOOO!" the child yowled, heaving herself into my mouth as I pressed my tongue firmly into her drooling sex.
The child draped her skinny legs over my shoulders and hunched herself into my mouth, clutching my head and grunting as I licked and sucked the sweet, musky juice from her immature vagina.
I stopped and pulled back before the little girl could reach orgasm, heaved myself up on all fours to gaze down at the naked child. Her head was thrown back, eyes rolled white with pleasure, little body shaking.
"You like doing nasty things, Tricia?" I whispered, leaking pre-cum down onto her trembling tummy.
"Y- y- ye... yeah... yeah..." the child gasped, blindly hunching her tiny hips up at me, her eyes dim with lust. "P- please?... please k- k- keep doin' it..."
I leaned down to drag my wet tongue across one tiny nipple and the child jumped and moaned.
"What? Do what, little Tricia? Tell me what you want me to do..."
The desperate child blindly grabbed for my head, trying to force it back between her little legs. "P- PLEASE, Mister Ma- Martin... l- LICK it some MORE... b- be NASTY t- to me... oh, please... keep bein' n- NASTY to me..."
I crawled over the child, reached down and folded her little fingers around my thick, drooling meat. I notched the bulging head between her slick vulva lips.
"Y- you do it, Tricia," I gasped. "P- play with it... rub my dick in your warm little pussy... m- make it feel good..."
The kid grabbed the fleshy cylinder and began frantically stroking it against her drooling sex, grunting obscenely. "Awwww... awww yeah... aw nasty nasty nasty nasty..."
I gritted my teeth, delirious with lust and trying to hold back climax as I watched the child desperately masturbating herself with my dick.
"Yeah... oh, yeah, play with it... fuck yourself with it," I hissed through gritted teeth, knowing the masturbating child was too far gone to comprehend my words.
I brought my index finger to the moaning child's lips. "S- suck it, little Tricia... s- suck on it..."
The little girl hungrily sucked my finger into her mouth, licking and nibbling on it as she frantically stroked my dick against her fluttering little hole.
"Mmmph... mmm... mmmph... mmmph... mmmph..." the child sucked and moaned, saliva drooling down onto the bedspread.
"Oh... sweet... Jesus..." I groaned as I felt the child's little legs rise and lock around my waist, her tiny hands a blur as she furiously masturbated herself with my dick, sucking on my finger and trembling on the verge of orgasm. "MMMph! MMMph! MMMph! MMMph! MMMph! MMMph!"
Suddenly the child spat out my finger and convulsed, hard, hunching herself up and impaling herself, my thick meat plunging to the root in her tiny vagina. Her eyes and mine shot wide open. Time stood still.
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Oh, NO... Oh, GOD! I hadn't intended to FUCK the little girl, just masturbate to orgasm in her warm kiddie sex goo.
We stared into one another's shocked eyes. A tear rolled down her cheek, her lower lip trembled and the child burst into tears.
"It... it... it HURRRRTS! she wailed, shaking and sobbing beneath me. I felt like crying myself, but my body couldn't help responding to the viciously intense vaginal squeezing as the child's heaving tummy contracted on my throbbing dick.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, honey," I babbled, leaking pre-cum into the child's sucking vagina. "I really didn't mean to... But... but it was YOU who..."
"STOP IT! T- take it OUTTTTTT!" the little kid wailed, her tiny nostrils bubbling snot as the tears flowed down her homely face.
I tried to pull back, but the child came with me, her tiny vagina clutching my swollen penis in a death grip, her skinny legs still locked around my waist.
I fumbled to pull her tiny legs down off of me, and began to withdraw, very slowly, in fear of hurting her sensitive little sexual organs more.
My dick finally withdrew about an inch. The child abruptly stopped sobbing and sucked in her breath.
I withdrew another inch. Her little eyes shot wide open. "Oh!" she gasped. "Oh... oh... oh... oh... OHHHHHHHHH!!!" she wailed, hunching herself violently up into me and once again locking her skinny legs around my waist.
The little kid went absolutely wild, grunting and fucking herself hysterically on my dick, like a little monkey in heat, hunching and grinding her crotch into my balls, her naked body arched completely off the bed, only her bony shoulders making contact with the mattress.
Too stunned to move, I just stared in shock and awe as the little 8-year-old frenziedly fucked herself toward climax, grunting like an animal, "nnGUHHH! nnGUHHHH! nnGUHHHH!!!" clawing at my back, biting into my neck and howling as she exploded into deep, vaginal orgasm, her tiny vagina desperately squeezing and sucking on the thick meat plugging her little sex hole.
"awwww, no, no, no, NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" she yowled in orgasmic ecstasy, her little pigtgails flopping as her head flailed from side to side, hunching and grinding her little body up into me, "no, no, no, NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
...and, oh, god, I just... let go... SQUIRRRRRRT!!! after SQUIRRRRRRT!!! after delicious SQUIRRRRRRT!!! of hot, slimy semen into the child's quivering, sucking little vagina until my heaving balls were drained and I lay atop the naked little 8-year-old, shaking and gasping.
I gazed down at the limp, sated little girl beneath me, her eyes closed, traces of dried tears gleaming on her cheeks, now crimson with arousal. I felt my spent dick still twitching and jerking deep in her warm little vagina as I wondered what I'd say to her when she finally came to.
The little kid opened her eyes and squinted up at me. She just looked at me, with hazy little bedroom eyes, lips parted in an expression of utter astonishment. I reached to stroke her small face, struggling to think of words, any words.
The child just closed her eyes again and sighed, "mmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." as she weakly rotated her little hips and sucked wetly on the thick male sexual organ that had brought her to climax.
I reached down to kiss the top of her head -- she was so small I couldn't reach her lips -- and ejaculated another small, post-orgasmic spurt of semen into the child's warm little tummy.
"I gotta go back now, Mister Martin," the little girl murmured quietly. That was it. So much for romance.
I slowly sucked my spent penis out of the child's vagina, gasping as I watched the obscenely distended little pink hole drooling my sperm, tinged slightly pink with the blood of first sex.
We showered and she dressed. I knelt to kiss the little girl as I buttoned up her blouse. I opened the door and watched as the kid toddled away on shaky legs, her little pigtails still damp, one knee sock halfway down.
I closed the door, my mind reeling, and went to retrieve a beer from the Styrofoam cooler. I slumped into a chair, looked down and noticed the child's tiny teddy-bear panties lying on the floor.
Holy shit. I leaped to jerk open the door, still stark naked, but the child was gone. I had no idea which room she was in, or even her last name.
I took another sip of beer and thought it over, turning the child's panties in my hand, noticing a small damp spot at the crotch.
A hazy image of the kid's crooked, gap-toothed grin formed in my mind. I brought the little kiddie panties to my crotch, stroked myself to erection and watched with depraved satisfaction as my sperm gushed through the soft cotton fabric, sliming the faces of the little teddy bears.
I finished the beer, dressed, tossed the little panties into a laundry bag and stuffed them into my suitcase. I cleaned up the messy bed sheets well enough to conceal the obscene acts that had occurred there and left.
It was nearly midnight, and the next town with a motel was 120 miles away, but I had delicious memories to keep me awake and alert on the road.
I awoke at noon the next day, more relaxed than I'd felt in ages, wondering if there was a little girl 120 miles away furtively knocking on the door of an empty motel room, and whispering the fictitious name I'd given her.
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