Perverts 'R' Us

Trailer Park Kid

By Pedolicious Extremis ( M/g8, pedo, voy, oral, 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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A friend vacationing in the Bahamas had loaned me his RV and I was cruising rural America on holiday. A few days into the trip I came to a place where the local RV park was full. The chap there was sending the overflow people like me to a nearby trailer park where they had a few RV hookups. The place was run down, more dirt than grass, full of shabby-looking trailers.

It was a hot Sunday afternoon in September, and I was tired after a long day on the road. I got hooked up, grabbed a cold beer and settled down in front of the computer. I checked email, answered some, and then browsed a few websites.

My abdomen tingled as a familiar site logo appeared -- "Little Dreams" above a close-up photo of a man's large hand removing a small child's black strap shoe. I clicked on the "What's New" link and smiled as I saw an unfamiliar title: "Okay, Mister" -- 112 images.

A wide photo of children playing in a school playground appeared, obviously shot through a car windshield. Then there was a closer view of a small girl playing on the swings in a bright yellow sundress. I sucked in my breath. This child was the youngest I'd seen on this site; alluringly pale and skinny. She couldn't have been any older than seven.

Then a close-up of the child's panty crotch, followed by a close-up of the man in the car, watching, his hand stroking a large bulge in his trousers. Then a close-up of the man's face, his lips parted slightly, his eyes dim with lust. He appeared to be in his mid-40s.

In the next photo the man had left the car to push the child on the swings. Then a close-up of the child's face, freckled and giggling, missing one tooth. Then a long shot of the man and child, walking hand in hand to his car. Then a close-up of the child climbing into the passenger seat, her dress riding up to reveal cartoon kittens printed on her little panties.

Then the car was at a fast food drive-through window, with the man handing the delighted little girl an ice-cream cone, and then an extreme close-up of the child's tiny pink tongue curling sensuously into the vanilla. Then an extreme close-up of the man's bulging crotch, with a small, dark stain visible as his arousal leaked through the fabric.

I gasped out loud at an extreme close-up view of the man's large hand on the child's pale, skinny thigh, barely larger around than the man's wrist. I paused to dwell on this one as I reached down to adjust my erection, throbbing in the slick warmth of pre-cum seeping into my underwear.

Yes, I'm a pedophile, but only in fantasy. All I've ever done is look, dream and masturbate.

But, oh, God, this one was going to be good. The man was driving now, his hand between the little 7-year-old's widely spread legs, dress hiked up to her waist as she happily lapped up ice cream.

I loved this site. Unlike other photo series I'd seen, these didn't just portray sweaty acts performed in dingy surroundings. All the photo stories were carefully shot in context, and progressed slowly, from sweet, childish innocence to the shockingly obscene images toward the end.

These people did it right. The men were always large and mature, over six feet, which made their tiny sex partners look so young and immature. The photos were well lighted and excruciatingly erotic -- lovingly close-up photos of the children's bodies, their cute, innocent facial expressions, and their little kiddie clothes, carefully selected to enhance their childish immaturity.

The world receded and I slowly stroked my crotch as a close-up view filled the screen -- the man's hand between the child's legs, his finger working beneath her little panties, her little hand grasping the man's wrist, her little feet dangling in socks & shoes, kicking the car seat, not reaching the floor.

Next, the car was parked in the driveway of a house surrounded by trees and fields, the man and child walking toward the house, hand in hand, the top of the little girl's head barely reaching the level of the man's belt.

Then they were inside, the little girl standing in the middle of the room watching as the man reached to close the curtains. Then the man was kneeling before the standing child, seen from the side, emphasizing the large erection in his pants as he playfully touched her tiny nose with his finger, making her giggle.

"Oh... god..." I groaned with a dry mouth, and leaked another large drop of pre-cum into the warm puddle in my pants as the man pulled the little girl to him in a deep kiss, her tiny hands clasping the man's face as she returned the kiss.

"Oh... oh, yeahhhh..." I hissed, masturbating myself to a photo of the man carrying the small child down a hallway, his dick bulging in his pants, the little girl's slim arms locked around his neck as she smiled up into his sweating face and happily kicked her little feet.

I found myself hoping that the man would leave the little girl's socks and shoes on. I fervently wanted to see them locked in sexual embrace, with the naked first-grader wearing only her white ankle socks and cute little Mary Jane shoes.

Now they were in the bedroom, the door closed, the curtains drawn, the child looking so tiny lying on the king-size bed, her skinny legs spread obscenely in her little dress, smiling trustingly up at the man as he stood by the bed unfastening his belt.

I licked my dry lips. I stared at the little girl on the bed and knew the serious kiddie sex was just about to begin. This was only number 26 of 112 images. But I couldn't risk looking at even one more photo without having a paper towel on hand, to contain what I knew would be an explosively messy orgasm.

I went to the kitchenette to retrieve a paper towel and another beer. Maybe the cold beer would slow me down enough to enjoy the series until the end. Otherwise I might come like a fire hose when the highly aroused man began undressing and fondling the little 7-year-old cutie in his bed.

Crisis. No more beer in the fridge. Damn. Damn.

I locked up the RV and trudged down the road to a shop nearby, my turgid dick throbbing in the slick pre-cum drenching my underwear. On the way I passed a shabby blue trailer, with rust streaks on the sides. I noticed with interest a child's pink bicycle lying in the yard, the frame slightly twisted, missing the front wheel.

On the trip back I was passing the blue trailer, hurrying to get back to my kiddie sex photo story, when a sudden blast of loud music from inside caught my attention. As I turned to look I heard a man's loud voice say something, then the music ceased.

The trailer had no curtains. Through a dirty window I saw the dim image of a little girl sitting on a sofa with no shirt. She looked about 9. I put down the beer and stepped beside a tree, transfixed.

A fat man came into view, stood beside the little girl and dropped his pants to reveal a semi-erect penis. The little girl promptly took it into her mouth as the man's hands closed around her head.

After a few breathtaking moments the child stopped. The man's now fully erect penis bounced as the little girl wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then stood up, bent over and stripped off her panties.

The naked child crawled back onto the sofa and lay down, now hidden from my view. The fat guy kneeled on the sofa, grasped his dick and bent forward. I saw the little girl's left leg rise, shockingly tiny against the man's large, hairy butt.

The man's butt rose and fell, but all I could see of the child were her skinny legs gripping his waist and her thin arms gripping his barrel chest.

After a dozen thrusts the man suddenly stopped on a down-stroke. The child's little leg jerked, all her fingers & toes splayed out and I heard a loud grunt.

The man's hairy butt jerked, I heard another grunt, and then he just lay there. The child's leg dropped to the sofa cushion, out of my view.

My shoulder slumped against the tree and I instantly came in my pants, squirting uncontrollably -- the only time that'd happened since adolescent groping sessions.

When I was able to focus again I saw the little girl standing, looking down and wiping up the mess in her crotch with a paper towel. She tossed it on the floor, bent, pulled on her little panties, then sat back down and reached to turn the radio back on.

I picked up the beer and staggered back to the RV on wobbly legs, breathing hard and feeling sheepish as the warm semen leaked down my thigh. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever imagined seeing something like that. I replayed the lewd scene in my mind as I drew all the blinds in the RV, dropped my slimy underwear into the hamper and relieved myself again in a paper towel.

For a couple days I noticed their patterns. The man and child left each morning about 8:00 in his rattly car. The child stepped off a school bus at about 3:00 pm. Daddy arrived home at about 7:00. I saw no evidence that anyone else lived there.

Between 3:00 and 7:00 the child often played in the dusty playground. At maximum zoom I got a couple photos of her little panties beneath her dress as she played on the swings. She wore the same panties both days, white cotton, with a Simpsons cartoon. On the second day there was an enticing little stain in the crotch.

I called and found that the RV park a few miles away now had an open space, so I moved the RV there. On Thursday afternoon I unhooked the rental car I was towing and drove back to the trailer park. I parked the car behind the management office, well away from the blue trailer, and strolled down the crumbling asphalt road toward it.

I knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked again.

The little girl walked around the trailer toward me, and I got my first close look at her. Brown hair in braided pigtails, tied with rubber bands. Freckled and homely, with slightly buck teeth. She wore overly large glasses, tiny pink denim shorts, blue plastic sandals, and a yellow t-shirt with a Power Puff Girls logo, a size or two too small, which exposed her plump tummy and cute little "outie" belly button.

And, oh, she was so enticingly tiny. The top of her little head didn't even reach the level of my belly button.

She'd obviously been playing in the yard; her clothes were dusty and her feet were filthy. I didn't see any cuts or bruises. The little girl's fat Daddy might sexually abuse her, but at least he didn't beat her.

"Whatcha want, Mister?" the kid asked.

"Ah, hi there," I grinned. "I'm the school photographer. They're sending me around to get pictures of all the kids. Are your parents home?"

"Nuh-uh," the kid said, idly scratching her arm and looking up at me with eyes magnified behind the glasses. "Jus' me."

"Well, if you don't mind I'll just take a few pictures then be on my way, okay?"

"N'kay."

I took out my camera and fired away. My favorite was one of the kid leaning against the shabby trailer beside a rusting window frame, looking at me with a vacant expression, lips parted. The kid looked none too bright. She was a bit tow-headed and her eyes had a slightly dull look about them, which I found very compelling.

"It's very warm today, isn't it?" I said, wiping my brow after I'd taken a couple dozen shots. "Mind if I come in for some water?"

I followed the little girl into the trailer. Luckily, the place was cool inside, well air-conditioned. It was equally shabby inside, cluttered, with worn, mismatched furniture. The place smelled of stale cigarette smoke. I sat on the ratty sofa, beside a pile of fishing magazines.

"Hey, Mister," the kid called from the kitchen. "You wanna beer?"

"Sure," I replied.

The child returned from the kitchen with two beers, handed me one and sat in a chair opposite me, taking deep gulps of the beer. She held it in both little hands, her fingernails grimy. She absently kicked her little feet against the chair, her short legs not reaching the floor.

"Um, I've gotta get some information, if you don't mind," I lied, pulling out a pen & pad. "Like your name, age, which class you're in, that kind of stuff."

"Cynthyuh," the child slurred, kicking her little feet. "Cynthyuh Prentiss. Nex' month I'll be eight an' a half. I just started in Miz Taylor's third grade class."

I wrote it down and sipped my beer. "Well, Cynthia, I'll bet you're the prettiest little girl in the third grade. I'll bet all the boys at school want to kiss you, don't they?"

"Naw," the kid pouted, reaching to put the now empty beer can on a table beside her. She belched loudly, and then slumped back in the chair, little legs spread to reveal a glimpse of panties through the leg-hole of her tiny shorts. "Boys don' care about me. I don't dress too good, an' I'm kinda skinny."

"Well, I think you're a very pretty girl," I said, gazing at her pale thighs and alluring little cartoon panties. "I'd like to kiss you. Would you let me?"

"N'kay," the kid said, shrugging. She lurched to her feet and clacked over to me in her plastic sandals to stand between my knees.

I stroked her little pigtails and pecked her pouty lips. I pulled her to me and kissed again, more slowly, feeling the tip of her soft little tongue. She put her skinny arms around my neck.

Gradually the child's lips opened and I gently explored her little mouth with my tongue. She tasted like beer, peanut butter and jelly. I stroked her hair with one hand, the other slowly moving down her back until I was cupping her tiny butt in my hand. She didn't respond to this, so I began gently squeezing and fondling it. The kid just kept on kissing, unaware or uncaring.

My hand moved down to her knobby little knee. I curled my fingers around it and slowly drew my hand up, feeling the warm flesh of her inner thigh. As my hand reached the hem of her little shorts I broke our kiss and looked into her magnified eyes. I smiled and moved my hand up, raising the shorts slightly, to see how she'd react. She just blinked at me, saliva gleaming on her lower lip.

I pulled the child to me and kissed her again, very deeply and sensuously, to distract her attention as my finger slipped beneath her loose panties and nestled into her soft little vulva.

Her body tensed slightly and she said, "Mmmph...", prevented from further comment by my tongue filling her little mouth. But she kept on kissing.

After a moment the child moaned into my mouth and broke our long kiss. She dropped her head onto my shoulder, panting her warm breath into my neck and just stood there, silently letting me fondle her.

I leaned forward and licked the little girl's neck, my nose hairs curling at the strong scent of her sweat. My swollen dick ached in my pants. The kid obviously didn't bathe too often, which somehow made what I was doing seem more erotic, more obscene.

Neither of us spoke. The only sounds were the low hum of a distant lawn mower and the child's quiet breathing as my fingers gently explored the warm moisture beginning to seep from between her soft little sex lips.

I was trembling with lust and fear, wondering how far this would go, wondering if the child would shriek. But I couldn't help myself.

My heart thumping in my chest, I felt for the little brass button at the child's waist. I unfastened it. My erection throbbed in my pants as I pulled down the little zipper, and the tiny pink shorts fell to the floor.

The child just stood there in t-shirt and panties, breathing into my neck as I once again slipped my hand between her little thighs. I felt them part slightly in anticipation of my touch. Clearly, no one had instructed her that it was wrong to let an adult man fondle her. Or she didn't care.

She didn't move or say a word as I slowly drew her panties down, over her undeveloped, boyish little hips, down her skinny thighs, over her knobby knees, to her ankles.

The child stepped out of her panties, one little foot after another, and I dropped them on the floor. It was intensely erotic to think that we hadn't exchanged a word since the kid shrugged at me and agreed to let me kiss her.

I leaned down to look, to stare, to drink in the beauty of the child's exposed sex, the soft, plump little lips that opened to receive her Daddy's invading penis. A vague spider-web of tiny blue capillaries showed through the pale, nearly translucent flesh of her little crotch, making her look even more innocent and fragile.

I planted a kiss on her plump little vulva, then stood up, turned, and sat the little girl down on the sofa, naked from the waist down. She looked down curiously at me as I knelt before her, spread her skinny legs and leaned forward. She sucked in her breath as my tongue made contact with her little mound.

"....a-a-a-a-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..." the child stuttered and sighed as my tongue slowly licked up from her little hole to her tiny clitoris. I pressed my mouth into the child's soft crotch, licking and suckling her sex, felt her little fingers curling into my hair.

The kid's crotch smelled of sweat, urine and shit, which both repelled and excited me. I briefly wondered if the child had bathed since her Daddy last emptied his balls into her.

I didn't care. My dick leaked pre-cum in my pants as I fondled the child's skinny legs, plunged my tongue deep into her leaking vagina and sucked the stinking juice into my mouth.

I didn't care what she tasted like. I'd always dreamed of licking a little girl's soft, hairless genitalia, sucking her childish sex juices until she quivered on the brink of womanly sexual ecstasy.

The kid's excited panting turned to low moans. She scooted her butt forward, draped her skinny legs over my shoulders and began hunching her tiny hips, urgently grinding her smelly little sex into my mouth.

Suddenly the little girl's fingers tightened on my head, and she stopped panting. She held her breath for a long moment, her tummy quivered -- then cascaded into orgasm, hunching her tiny hips into me and exhaling in a single, loud GRUUUUUUUUUUUNT! as her flailing legs knocked a stack of fishing magazines onto the floor.

The child collapsed back onto the sofa, panting, her little body jerking spasmodically in the aftershocks of her orgasm, her slack mouth drooling onto her t-shirt, her little sex drooling arousal onto the sofa cushion.

I wiped my slimy face on the hem of the child's t-shirt, stroked her trembling little tummy and looked up at her -- lying limp on the sofa, hair plastered to her forehead by sweat, glasses halfway down her nose, little mouth slack and drooling.

"Did you like that, little Cynthia?" I smiled. "Do you like the way I... kiss you?"

"Uh-huh..." the kid gasped, shoving her glasses back up her nose, and wiping her face with the back of her hand. "Uh-huh... Nobody e- ever done stuff like... like THAT to me afore."

I took a swig of beer to wash away the fêted smell of the child's crotch and smiled down at her, breathing heavily and openly stroking the bulge in my crotch.

"I want to feel good, too, Cynthia," I said in a husky voice. "Do you know... how a little girl can make a man feel good?"

"Uh-huh," the little girl nodded, pigtails bobbing as she stared at my crotch.

"Will you... let me do it?"

"N'kay," she said, poking her glasses up her nose. "You wanna do it in my mouf, or up in my twinkie?"

My mouth went dry and my dick jerked hard. I knew I'd lose it instantly if I watched my dick squeeze into that little mouth with the buck teeth and soft, pink tongue.

"I wanna do it in your... up inside your... your sweet little twinkie..." I stammered.

"N'kay," she said, kicking off her sandals and scooting her little butt forward on the sofa, her slender legs spread. "Jus' don't do it too hard, n'kay?"

I almost came in my pants, gazing at the half-naked 8-year-old lying there obscenely spread on the sofa, offering me her childish sex as casually as she'd offered me a beer. I dropped my pants & shorts and kicked them off, allowing my engorged dick to bounce free.

Instead of just falling on the child and rutting, I grabbed a sofa cushion, slapped it onto what I assumed was the dining room table, lifted the little girl and placed her on it, on her back, with her little legs dangling over the edge.

The little girl gazed up at me quizzically as I stripped off my shirt. I was about to satisfy a lifelong desire, and didn't want the shirt tail to obscure my view.

As I stepped between her legs and reached down to take aim, the child craned her neck up to look. "Wait, ya gotta spit on it first," she said, matter-of-factly, "so it don't hurt when ya stick it in."

I spat into my palm and lathered the saliva all over my throbbing dick, already slick with pre-cum. "N'kay, the child nodded, then leaned back to stare at the ceiling, reached down and peeled open her little vulva lips for me.

I stared at the sweet little fleshy cup in her crotch formed by the tendons of the child's soft thighs, notched myself into her little pink hole and pushed, gently. Twice. Nothing was happening.

"Naw, ya gotta push harder," the kid said, exasperated, holding her little hole open for me.

"n- n- n- GUHHHH!" the kid grunted as the head finally popped in. "N'kay, you can do it now," she said as she lay back on the cushion, staring at the ceiling.

I groaned heavily as I watched my thick meat glide easily into the little girl's vagina, well lubricated and relaxed by her orgasm. I fought off orgasm as I felt the child's soft, rubbery little tunnel distend to accommodate my rigid penis. My eyes widened in disbelief as my balls came to rest against the pale flesh of her crotch, and I was completely embedded in the body of a child.

I held perfectly still, savoring the sweet, liquid warmth of the child's vagina, so deliciously soft and yielding as it wetly clasped my dick. Oh, God, it was good.

A droplet of pre-cum leaked out of me as I gazed down at the ultimate kiddie-sex fantasy -- my dick buried to the balls in a skinny little third-grader wearing nothing but a cartoon t-shirt.

"D- do you know the alphabet, little sweetie?" I gasped as I strained to postpone premature ejaculation and adjust to the maddening heat of the soft little hole clasping me so tightly.

"Course I do," she said, frowning up at me. "I'm in third grade awready."

"S- sing it," I hissed, through gritted teeth. Sing the... the alphabet song for me..."

The kid rolled her eyes and began, "A, B, C, D..."

I gripped her skinny rib cage and began slowly stroking my aching penis in and out of the little girl in rhythm to her childish, high-pitched voice:

"AAAA, b, CCCC, d, EEEE, f, GGGG..."

INNN, oh, INNN, oh, INNN, oh, god...

I lifted her slim legs, pressed the child's grimy little feet against my chest and fondled them as she sang, marveling at how tiny they were. I stroked her soft little soles against my nipples, noticing traces of pink toenail polish, mostly chipped off.

"NOW i've SAID my AAAA b CCCCs..." the child sang, staring at the ceiling as I thrust in rhythm to her little voice. "Next time won't you CUM in me...." I ad-libbed as she finished.

"G- good," I gasped, squeezing my dick deep into the child's sweet, gooey little hole. "So g- good... What a p- pretty little... ah... voice you have."

I groaned and bent to lick the child's tiny toes, tasting the gritty soil as I worked my dick inside her, moving slowly, gently, not wanting to hurt the little girl, not wanting to cum too soon.

It didn't seem to matter. The child just lay there letting me fondle her slim legs and use her little sex. She irritatedly batted a fly away from her face, then lay back on the cushion again, waiting for me to finish.

When I realized that the kid didn't care I groaned and just abandoned myself to self-pleasure, just using her little body to satisfy my lifelong craving for child sex.

Delirious with lust, I raised the little girl's skinny legs, held her tiny feet aloft, her legs bent back and spread widely for a better view of the obscene act.

"Oh, yeahhhh..." I groaned under my breath, watching in fascination as I sucked my rigid dick out of the child, gleaming with her vaginal secretions.

"Oh... god... YEAHHHH..." I hissed, watching in shock and awe as the little girl's tiny pink hole swallowed my thick meat in to the root. I groaned aloud, drooling pre-cum, my balls aching for release.

The kid just lay there, staring at the ceiling and idly picking her nose. "Are ya almos' finished, Mister?" she said, petulantly, looking up at me with her grimy finger in her nose.

Was this what the kid thought sex was all about? You just strip off your panties, spread your legs and let Daddy grunt on top of you until he's all finished?

Maybe I could expand her horizons a bit. If only I could hold out that long.

Very slowly I sucked my dick all the way out, gazing down to watch the child's little pink sex lips spit out the slimy cylinder, and then clamp shut. The kid looked down, curiously, and wiped her nose.

With my wet dick bouncing and jerking in the cool air I leaned over the little girl, kissing her deeply and stroking her tummy. This startled her, but she opened her little mouth to return the kiss. I caressed her tummy in small circles, lower and lower, until my finger brushed over her clitoris and she moaned her little peanut-buttery breath into my mouth.

As the little girl began to suck on my tongue and hunch herself on my finger I pulled away and broke the kiss. The child frowned and whined. I stood up and gently stroked the head of my dick between the child's slippery vulva lips, teasingly. She sucked in her breath and craned her head forward to watch.

This time the child sighed quietly as I penetrated her, very slowly squeezing it in to the root. I groaned at the contrast between the cool air and the creamy warmth of the child's vagina. I rocked gently from side to side, and she moaned as she felt my pubic hairs tickling her clitoris.

Very slowly I sucked my dick all the way out again. The child frowned and whined loudly as she felt her little vagina spit out the slick head. She was breathing rapidly now, her little tummy quivering.

I waited for a moment or two, letting her anticipation build, then knelt and blew the cool air into her gooey little hole. The child's body jerked, and she moaned loudly, her tiny vagina mouth convulsing, winking open and closed, drooling a tiny rivulet of her sex goo.

I waited for a moment, and then blew again. She moaned like an alley cat, long and shuddering, arched her back and wiggled her hips, thrusting her winking little hole at me.

I stood and looked down at the child, now panting and trembling slightly. I took her hands, closed her little fingers around my stiff, wet dick.

"Look, honey," I whispered. "Look at it. Do you want me to put it back in? Back up inside you?"

The child craned her neck to look. "Uh-huh..." she gasped, staring at it and squeezing. "Uh-huh..."

This time the child gasped as she felt the rubbery head of my dick make contact. Her hungry little hole was fluttering now, wetly pinching and nibbling at the fleshy knob poised at the mouth of her vagina.

My eyes glazed over. Probably for the first time in her life the little girl WANTED it, rather than just lying there and enduring it. Probably for the first time ever she was panting and shaking with desire for a man's sex.

"Uh-huh... uh-huh..." the little girl panted as I teased her drooling hole, gently poking and withdrawing. "Uh-huh... uh-huh..."

"Uh-h-h-h-hUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!" the child groaned as her grateful little vagina greedily sucked me back inside, arching her back to swallow my thick meat in to the root.

I held still and looked down at the impaled little girl. She gazed up at me with utter astonishment, her mouth slack and drooling. I could see it in her little eyes, dim with lust -- the child wasn't a virgin by any means, but this really was her FIRST time; her first experience of deep, female craving for the pleasure of a firm, thick male penis.

I lifted her little t-shirt to her neck, exposing the two tiny nipples straining up at me on her flat little chest. I felt the child's vagina contract hard on me, her eyes rolled white with pleasure and she moaned deeply, "a-a-a-a-awwwwwwww... yEEEEAAhhhhh..."

Gently pinching her tiny nipples I fucked the little girl with slow, teasing strokes. I'd suck my dick almost all the way out, pausing to hear her excited panting of anticipation -- then the long, delicious moan of pleasure as I squeezed it back into her clutching little vagina.

The child was panting and gurgling now, eyes squeezed shut, completely abandoned to carnal pleasure, her head thrashing from side to side, little pigtails flopping as she strained toward orgasm, frantically hunching her tiny hips, trying to quicken my slow, teasing thrusts.

I was shaking with lust. I'd always fantasized about fucking a little girl, but never imagined how excruciatingly erotic it could be to look down and see a sexually aroused child writhing in ecstasy on my dick.

I stopped with my dick at full penetration, reached down and pressed the palm of my hand into her little tummy, just above her pubic bone, rocking the heel of my hand back and forth, compressing her vagina onto my dick and gently rolling it inside of her.

The child's body stiffened. Her eyes and mouth shot wide open. "n-n-n-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" she howled as her little body convulsed in orgasm, arching her back, jerking her skinny legs up to clasp my waist, desperately grinding herself on me.

This was no little grunting climax like she'd had when I licked her. It was out-of-control, deep vaginal orgasm -- probably the first she'd ever had -- and it went on, and on... She'd throw back her head and howl her pleasure, pant, pant, pant, pant, then clench, grind herself on me and howl again as the deep vaginal contractions resumed.

After two or three of these she lay still, panting and shaking. She lay there for a second, then her eyes and mouth popped open, she grabbed her tummy, gritted her teeth... "A-a-wwwwwwww, no, n-n-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" as she convulsed yet again in orgasm, hunching her tiny hips two inches off the cushion and grinding herself uncontrollably into my pubic bone.

Finally she collapsed, exhaled with a long whooosh and just lay there, gasping raggedly and whimpering, her over-stimulated little quim still quivering and contracting on me, desperately trying to suck more and more pleasure from the stiff meat impaling her.

The little girl's glasses had fallen off, and her brow was beaded with sweat. She groggily opened her eyes and her lower lip began to tremble. She screwed up her little face and burst into tears, with long, ragged sobs, drooling saliva.

"Wh- what's wrong, little one?" I gasped.

"What'j you d- DO to me, Mister?" she sobbed, her lips quivering, drooling and rubbing the snot from her little nose with the back of her hand. "It felt... too GOOD... so good it... it kinda HURT me inside..."

As she burst back into ragged sobs I leaned forward and rubbed the child's nose with mine. "I fucked you, honey," I whispered, leaking pre-cum into the child's still twitching little hole. "I fucked you to a nice, juicy orgasm. Did you like it?"

"Uh-huh," the child nodded, sniffling, her trembling little lips curling into a pout. "C- could you do me 'nother orgazum?" she whispered, pouting, her breath smelling of the peanut butter she'd had for lunch. "Would you... fuck me s'more?"

My balls clenched as I gazed at the child's pouty little face, eyes dewy with tears, snot leaking down onto her trembling lower lip as she shyly pleaded, "P- please? Fuck me a liddle bit more, Mister..."

"Oh... my... GODDDDDDDDD!!!!" was all I could reply as I clutched the child's pigtails and came like a horse, ejaculating torrents of semen into the limp little 8-year-old lying beneath me, begging to be fucked.

Every cell in my body exploded in the culmination of a lifelong desire to ejaculate deep inside a pre-adolescent child -- SQUIRRRRT! SQUIRRRRT! SQUIRRRRT! SQUIRRRRT! savoring each delicious spasm as I uncontrollably squirted my sperm into the little girl's immature vagina.

The orgasm went on and on, my dick still jerking and heaving long after I'd emptied my aching balls into the child's body. When my brain cleared and vision returned I was gasping and whimpering, my knees shaking.

I gazed down at the pouting child, felt my tingling penis still twitching deep inside of her, felt the warm semen leaking out of her little hole, into the hairs of my balls. I'd always imagined that reality could never approach the exquisite joy of fantasy. But I'd been wrong.

"S- sorry, honey," I gasped. "C- can't do any more..."

"I know," the child pouted, poking out her lower lip and reaching down to feel the slimy sperm leaking out of her. "You got all finished in me."

"Do you like that, little sweetie?" I whispered. "Do you like feeling a man's sperm up inside of you?"

"I dunno," she mumbled, her tiny fingers playing in the slimy mess. "It smells bad, an' it used to make me feel all dirty inside. But yours feels... kinda warm an' nice in there..."

She bit her little lip and looked up at me, shyly. "You can squirt s'more sperm in me, if you wanna, Mister," she whispered. "I don't mind."

I groaned and ejaculated another little after-squirt of semen into the child. My knees were shaking and about to buckle, so I slowly withdrew from her slimy little sex hole, shivering as the cool air made contact with my glistening, spent dick.

She reached for a paper towel, but I stopped her, grabbed my camera and got a shot of the spent little kid, almost naked with her t-shirt bunched at her neck, hair matted and tangled, skinny legs spread, a gleaming rivulet of semen leaking out of her obscenely dilated vagina, a large, slimy wet spot on the sofa cushion beneath her crotch.

I handed her the paper towel and took another picture of the child mopping up the slimy mess in her crotch. She paused to stroke herself for a moment, and then discarded the gooey towel.

She groggily climbed off the table and bent to retrieve her panties, wiggling her tiny hips as she jerked them up. She didn't bother with the little shorts.

I donned my clothes without wiping myself off. Later, after I recovered, I wanted to feel the little girl's slippery vaginal mucous on my dick as I masturbated.

I sat to put on my shoes and the little girl padded over to stand before me. "You gonna come back, Mister?" she asked, gazing at me shyly and lazily stroking the damp crotch of her panties. "You could take more pitchurs. And... we could... y'know... do it s'more..."

I pulled the little girl to me. "No, hon," I said, fondling her tiny butt. "I can't."

She pouted. "But doncha like doin' it in me? I like it."

"Oh, yeah, little one," I whispered. "I loved doing it ...up inside of you. But, see, I live very far away."

"Besides," I added, grinning. "You could do it with your Daddy."

She wagged her head, swinging her little pigtails. "Naw, he don't do it like you. He jus' sticks it in, an' gets all finished real quick. Not like you."

I hugged the little girl, my fingers reaching to feel the warm damp spot in the crotch of her panties, wishing I could take this little tyke with me so she'd never again have to satisfy her sweating Daddy.

"You do it so nice," she whispered quietly in my ear. "You makes me feel all warm an' sexy inside... like a girl..."

"You are sexy, little Cynthia," I whispered, fondling her damp panty crotch. "You're the sexiest little girl I've ever met."

I kissed the child deeply, then stood, said goodbye and left. In the car I picked up the camera and displayed a picture of the kid's homely little face.

Damn, I thought to myself. Daddy was going to be in for a BIG surprise the next time he jerked off this kid's hot little panties.

A few miles down the road I pulled into a Wal-Mart. I picked out a little pink bicycle and paid to have it shipped to Cynthia Prentiss at the Sleepy Pines Trailer Park. I scrawled a note that read, "Prentiss: If you're gonna fuck your kid, learn to do it right."

Then I tore up the note, stuffed the pieces in my pocket and wrote, "For Cynthia, from Daddy."

Now Daddy had two surprises waiting for him.

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