In my day job I'm a professional writer (on other topics, of course). My erotic fiction is shared only anonymously, with those who visit this site. If anything I write appeals to you, I hope you'll let me know what you found appealing, and why.
To save time: Understand that I write only about consensual, mutually satisfying sexual relations between adults and little girls 7 to 10 years old. I strive for a plausible plot and believable characters, but it ain't great literature. Most of it is just extremely detailed, explicit descriptions of sex with small children. So, consider that as either a warning or an enticement, depending on your point of view.
Story categories: Ped, Cons, Mg (7-10), occasional Fg or MFg. My website: www.asstr.org/~Pedo_Phil/
A friend vacationing in the Bahamas had loaned me his RV and I was touring rural America on holiday.
RV campgrounds in the southwestern part of the country are sparse, and I was usually exhausted by the time I found one. A week into the trip, after driving for seven hours, I finally spotted a welcome sign, only to discover that there were no vacancies. 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 decrepit and run down, more dirt than grass, with a few randomly scattered cactus, a few scrawny trees, and full of shabby looking trailers that obviously hadn't moved in years.
It was a hot Sunday afternoon in September, and I was tired after a long day on the road. I checked in with the laconic clerk at the office, and was surprised to find that this bleak, rural trailer park had free WiFi. After I got hooked up I grabbed a cold beer and settled down in front of the computer. I checked email, answered some, then browsed a few websites featuring pictures of children. Very small, naked children.
Yes, I'm a pedophile, but only the closet kind. I've never actually touched a child sexually, only masturbated while fantasizing about it.
My abdomen tingled as a familiar site logo appeared --"Little Dreams" above a closeup photo of a man's large hand removing a black Mary Jane shoe from a small child's tiny foot. 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 a closer view of a small girl playing on the swings in a bright yellow sun dress.
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 six; seven at most.
Then a closeup of the child's panty crotch. Then a closeup of the man in the car, watching, his hand stroking a large bulge in his trousers. Then a closeup 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 closeup 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 closeup of the child climbing into the passenger seat, her dress riding up to reveal cartoon kittens printed on her little panties.
My heart beat faster as the next photo came up -- a closeup of the child's freckled face, grinning her gap-toothed grin up at the man as she held up seven fingers in answer to the man's obvious question.
Then the car was at a fast food drive-through window, with the man handing the delighted little girl an ice-cream cone. Then an extreme closeup of the child's tiny pink tongue curling sensuously into the vanilla. Then an extreme closeup 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 closeup view of the man's large hand on the child's pale, skinny thigh, barely larger around than the man's wrist. Oh, yeah, this was going to be a good one.
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. The man was driving now, with one hand encircling the willowy thigh of the little 7-year-old who seemed oblivious to the fact that her dress was hiked up to her waist as she happily lapped up ice cream.
I loved this site. Unlike other photo sets I'd seen, these didn't just portray sweaty acts performed in dingy surroundings. All the photo stories were carefully shot in context, to emphasize the child's youth and immaturity, and progressed slowly to build anticipation, from sweet, childish innocence to the shockingly obscene images toward the end.
The sex was always consensual; the pleasure always mutual. I liked that. Rape and coercion disgust me. But there is nothing in the world more erotic to me than a sexually aroused child straining toward orgasm.
These people did it right. The men were always large and mature, over six feet, which emphasized the contrast with their little pre-adolescent sex partners. The photos were well lighted and excruciatingly erotic -- lovingly closeup photos of the children's smooth bodies, their cute, innocent facial expressions, their little kiddie clothes, carefully selected to enhance their childish immaturity.
The actual sex scenes were shot with equal care, stunningly arousing without being explicitly pornographic. There were no extreme closeup view of engorged dicks plunging into tiny vaginas, or ejaculating in little mouths. They showed only simulated sex, coy but outrageously suggestive images -- profile views of a small child riding a man's supine body, or kneeling on a bed with the man gripping her slim waist, his belly pressed tightly against her tiny bottom, hunching and groaning with lust, closeups of the child's face, her little eyes rolled white with pleasure.
I masturbated slowly, basking in the warm glow of mounting arousal, knowing I was all alone and had all the time in the world.
The man's hand was now 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.
Next, the car was parked in the driveway of an isolated 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.
I groaned and leaked another droplet 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... yeahhhh..." I hissed, masturbating myself to a photo of the man carrying the small child down a hallway, his erection 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 was hoping that the man would leave the child's play dress on, or at least her little socks and shoes. Some of the most memorable images from other series on this site were like that -- little girl in a man's lap, her legs straddling his hairy thighs, her little play dress unbuttoned to display tiny, flat nipples, but the hem of her dress strategically draped to conceal their obscene sexual union, her little pigtails flying as the man hunches off his chair, throws back his head and howls in simulated ecstasy.
Almost always, I find scenes like this far more arousing than blatant porn featuring fully naked kids from start to finish. It's one of those little details -- like prim white ankle socks and shiny Mary Jane shoes, or the presence of dolls and toys and teddybears in bed -- details that emphasize the delicious depravity of child sex and make masturbation so much more satisfying to a pedophile like me.
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 innocently and trustingly up at the man as he stood by the bed unfastening his belt. I sighed and did the same, to haul out my engorged dick for closer attention.
Then the man was naked, sitting on the bed beside the reclining child, the hem of her dress raised to her chest to expose her cartoon panties, his dick stiff as a poker as he stroked the little 7-year-old's bare tummy.
The man's facial expression of extreme arousal made it apparent that he wasn't just a model acting a part. He was obviously a true pedophile, and the look on his face left little doubt that this was his first time with this particular girl. The child had a calm, serene look, but the man's lips were parted, his eyes dim with lust, his rigid dick drooling pre-cum in anticipation as he fondled the child's soft, pale flesh.
Licking my dry lips, I stared at the man and child 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 I saw what I expected to come next -- the naked man's head buried beneath the giggling child's dress.
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 by the blue trailer, hurrying to get back to my kiddie sex fantasy, when a sudden blast of 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 or so. I put down the beer and stepped into the shade of a tree, transfixed. The light inside was dim, but I could clearly see her tiny nipples on a pale, flat chest.
A fat man came into view and stood in front of the girl on the sofa. His trousers dropped to the floor and he kicked them off. I couldn't see the girl at this point, only the man's butt, but I could see the man's hands moving. It was very obvious what the child was doing.
After a few breathtaking moments the man stepped aside, his rigid penis bobbing in the air as the little girl wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She 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 downstroke, his hairy butt clenched and I heard a muffled grunt. The child's little leg kicked the air, and all her fingers & toes splayed out. I heard another grunt, then the man's butt fell and the child's leg dropped to the sofa cushion, out of my view.
My knees buckled, my shoulder slumped against the tree trunk and I instantly came in my pants, squirting uncontrollably -- the only time that'd happened since my first 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 to tug on her little panties, then sat 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, in real life. 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.
I was in no hurry, so I stuck around to watch for a couple days, hoping for a repeat performance. They had a pretty predictable routine. The man and child left each morning about 8 in his funky car. The child stepped off a school bus at about 3 pm. Daddy arrived home at about 7. I saw no evidence that anyone else lived there.
Between 3 and 7 the child often played in the bleak, parched playground between her trailer and my RV. At maximum zoom I got a couple good 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 finally had a vacancy, so I moved the RV there. The next afternoon I unhooked the rental car I was towing and drove back to the trailer park. I parked the car behind the unattended 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 and called out, asking if anyone was home.
I was about to leave when 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 was barely above the level of my navel.
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.
"What'cha 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 at home, for a school album. 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," the kid shrugged.
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 squalid inside, cluttered, with worn, mismatched furniture. The place stank of cigarette smoke and stale beer. I sat on a frayed 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."
"Cynthi-yuh," the child slurred, kicking her little feet. "Cynthia Prentiss. Nex' month I'll be eight an' a haf. I just started in Miz Taylor's third grade class."
Mmmmm, eight years old. My dick tingled as I wrote down the information and sipped my beer. "Well, Cynthia, I'll bet you're the prettiest little girl in the third grade," I lied to the ugly kid. "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, then slumped back in the chair, little legs carelessly spread to reveal a glimpse of panties through the leghole of her tiny shorts. "Boys don' care about me. I don't dress too good, an' I'm kinda skinny."
A sudden twinge of compassion and guilt knotted my stomach. But a lifelong desire overwhelmed it.
"Well, I think you're a very pretty girl," I said, gazing at her pale thighs and alluring little cartoon panties. "I'd be very proud for such a pretty girl to kiss me. Would you like that?"
"N'kay," the kid said, with a bored shrug. She lurched to her feet and clacked across the peeling linoleum floor in her plastic sandals to stand between my knees.
I smiled, stroked her little pigtails and pecked her pouty lips. I pulled her slight body closer and kissed again, more slowly, gently teasing the tip of my tongue between her lips.
She put her skinny arms around my neck and her lips gradually parted to let me gently explore her little mouth with my tongue. The childish tasted of peanut butter and jelly, mixed with the tang of beer, made my tongue swell and my dick lengthen in my pants.
I stroked her hair with one hand as I kissed, to distract her as the other slowly moved down her back until I was cupping her tiny bottom in my hand. She didn't respond to this, so I began gently squeezing and fondling it as I swirled my tongue in her mouth. The kid just stood there and let me do it, either unaware or uncaring.
My hand moved down to her knobby little knee. I curled my fingers around it and slowly drew my hand up. My mind burned with obscenely forbidden desires as I realized that my hand could almost completely encircle the child's impossibly skinny thigh.
As my hand reached the hem of her little shorts I broke our kiss and looked into her magnified eyes. I gave her a reassuring smile, playfully nudged her tiny nose with mine and moved my hand up, raising the shorts slightly, to see how she'd react. She just blinked at me with a blank, sullen expression, saliva gleaming on her lower lip, then emitted another loud, smelly beer burp, not bothering to cover her mouth.
My hands trembled with both lust and abject fear. What I was doing was unthinkably dangerous, but I just couldn't stop. 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. And I kept on feeling her sweet little private place, my brain reeling at the exquisite depravity of a lifelong dream, my finger stroking between the dainty sex lips of a small child.
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 soft flesh of 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 my ragged, heavy breathing as I silently molested the little girl, stirring my fingertips in the slick arousal beginning to seep from between her soft, babyfat pussy lips.
Though I was wildly aroused, my stomach knotted with fear, wondering how far this would go, wondering if the child would break away and dash down the street shrieking for protection from this depraved pedophile molesting her. But I couldn't help myself. For the first time in my life I was fondling the immature body of a small child. I could not tear my fingers away from the warmth and softness of her little sex.
I felt for the little brass button at the child's waist and unfastened it, my heart pounding in my chest, in anticipation of her response. Panting my excitement into her hair, I tugged down the little zipper, slowly, tooth by tooth. The tiny pink shorts fell to puddle around the kid's ankles.
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. Had no one ever explained "bad touch" to this little tyke? Or didn't she care?
She didn't move or say a word as I hooked both thumbs in her tiny panties and slowly drew them down, over her undeveloped, boyish little hips, down her skinny thighs, over her knobby knees, to her ankles.
The child stepped out of her shorts and panties, one little foot after another, and they dropped to the floor. It was intensely erotic to think that we hadn't exchanged a word since the kid shrugged at me and laconically agreed to let me kiss her; that the kid let me suck her little mouth, fondle her immature body and strip off her tiny panties without a word of protest.
I leaned down to look, to stare, to drink in the beauty of the child's exposed sex, the soft, plump little lips so primly pressed together, lips that parted to receive her Daddy's invading penis. A vague spiderweb of tiny blue capillaries showed through the pale, nearly translucent flesh of her delicate crotch, making her look even more innocent and fragile.
I bent low to plant a chaste kiss on her plump vulva, then lifted the little girl by her armpits, turned and sat her 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 sharply 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 opened wide and sucked her vulva into my mouth, licking and slurping as I felt her tensed little fingers curling into my hair.
Besides the intoxicating scent of female sexual arousal, the kid's crotch stank of acrid sweat and a slight tang of urine, which both repelled and excited me. I briefly wondered if the child had bathed since her Daddy last relieved himself inside her. But I was too far gone to care. I was licking a little 8-year-old's prepubescent pussy for the first time, and my brain buzzed at the forbidden depravity of it. My dick drooled pre-cum in my pants as I fondled the child's skinny legs, plunged my tongue deep into her drooling little hole and hungrily sucked the stinking juice into my mouth.
I didn't care what the kid tasted like. I'd always dreamed of licking a little girl's soft, hairless genitalia, of 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 she cascaded into orgasm, grinding her tiny hips into my face and exhaling in a single, loud GRUUUUUUUUUUUNT! as her flailing legs knocked a stack of fishing magazines onto the floor.
The child collapsed back into the sofa, panting, her little body jerking spasmodically in the aftershocks of her orgasm, her slack mouth drooling onto her t-shirt, her fluttering little sex hole 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 nothin' like... like THAT to me afore."
I stood, took a swig of beer to wash away the foetid stench of the child's messy crotch and smiled down at her, breathing heavily and openly stroking the bulge in my pants.
"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 very, very good?"
"Uh-huh," the little girl nodded, pigtails bobbing as she stared at my hand on my crotch.
"Will you... let me do that, honey?"
"N'kay," she said, shrugging her bony shoulders. "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 little twinkie... Is that o- okay?" I stammered.
"N'kay, but first I gotta go bafroom," the kid muttered, wiping her snotty nose with the back of her hand and clambering awkwardly off the sofa. When she'd gone I dropped my pants & shorts and kicked them off, allowing my engorged dick to bounce free, then stripped off my shirt so I was completely naked. I was about to satisfy a lifelong desire, and didn't want the shirt tail to obscure any detail of the forbidden sexual act.
Among the pile of magazines the kid had scattered on the floor as she convulsed in orgasm, I spotted a Gap Kids catalog. Still waiting for the little tyke to return, I opened it to the girls nightwear section, and slowly stroked my throbbing dick as I gazed at all the pretty little children modeling pastel babydoll nighties with slim, creamy thighs, and furry kiddie slippers. "Cynthia? Are you okay, honey? Are you almost finished?" I asked in a husky voice as the dick throbbing in my lap leaked pre-cum onto the linoleum floor.
The toilet flushed, the door opened and the kid toddled toward me, naked but for her faded yellow Power Puff Girls shirt and cheap plastic sandals. She plunked herself down on the sofa and leaned back into the cushion. "Jus'don't do it too hard, n'kay?" the child mumbled as she parted her stumpy legs. I almost squirted into my hand, gazing at the half-naked 8-year-old lying there obscenely spread on the sofa, offering to let me use her childish sex as casually as she'd offered me a beer.
Instead of just falling on the child and rutting, I grabbed a sofa cushion, shoved an overflowing ashtray out of the way and slapped the cushion onto what I assumed was the dining room table. I lifted the little girl and placed her on it, on her back, her crotch raised by the cushion, her little legs dangling over the table edge.
As I stepped between her legs and reached down to take aim, the child heaved up on her elbows to look. "Wait, ya gotta spit on it first," she said, matter-of-factly, "to make it go in the hole."
There was no need, since the rigid dick was generously lubricated with pre-cum, but I spat into my palm and slathered the saliva all over it as requested. "N'kay," the child nodded, then reached down and peeled open her little vulva lips for me.
I stared at the sweet, 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, stretching her little hole open for me with grimy fingers.
"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 and looked down to watch my stiff dick glide easily into the kid's vagina, well lubricated and relaxed by her orgasm. I gritted my teeth to stave off premature ejaculation as I felt the soft, rubbery little tunnel distend to accommodate my rigid adult penis. My eyes widened in disbelief as the little pink hole slowly swallowed the thick shaft, inch by inch, unti my balls gently flattened 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, I prayed silently, please don't let me come yet.
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 8-year-old wearing nothing but a cartoon t-shirt.
"D- do you know the alphabet, little sweetie?" I gasped, shaking and straining to hold back orgasm.
"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..."
"Ogod, ogod, ogod, ogod," I panted along with her as I as I fucked the kid's little pussy in cadence with her childish song. My fucking motions made the kid's pigtails bounce on the rough table, and her little plastic slippers fell off and clattered to the floor.
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, practically whimpering with arousal at the delicious contrast between the grimy playground dirt caked on her filthy little feet and the silken, creamy warmth of her pre-adolescent vagina.
"NOW i've SAID my AAAA b CCCCs..." the child sang, staring at the ceiling as I thrusted in rhythm to the childish song. "Next time won't you COME in me...." I ad-libbed as she finished.
"G- good," I gasped, squeezing my dick deep into the child's sweet, gooey little hole. "You're so g- good, little Cynthia... 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 come too soon.
It didn't seem to matter. The child just lay there, letting me fondle her tiny feet and use her little sex. She irritatedly batted a fly away from her face, then lay back on the cushion again, staring blankly at the ceiling and waiting for me to finish.
When I realized that the kid didn't care, I groaned and just abandoned myself to the depraved sensation of kiddie sex, fondling her little body, straining to hear the obscene sound of my swinging balls slapping wetly against the kid's pale crotch with each delicious thrust. With trembling hands I tugged her cartoon t-shirt up to her collar bone and gazed down with lust-dimmed eyes as my hands hungrily fondled and caressed the delicate flesh of the child's pale, flat chest.
Delirious with lust, I raised the little girl's stumpy legs, held her tiny feet aloft, her legs bent back and spread widely for a better view of the obscene act as my engorged penis skewered her wet little hole.
"Oh, g-g-g-goddd..." I groaned under my breath, staring in fascination as I sucked my turgid dick out of the child, her tiny pink sex lips clinging wetly to the shaft gleaming with her slick vaginal mucous.
"Oh... god... YEAHHHH..." I hissed, watching in shock and awe as the little girl's tiny pink hole swallowed my thick meat all the way inside, until my balls flattened against her soft crotch and I felt my dick head pressed firmly against her little cervix.
I was in kiddie sex heaven, grunting and sweating, out of my mind with carnal lust, but the little kid just lay there, staring up at the ceiling and idly picking her nose as her little pigtails bounced from my desperate thrusts into her body. "Are ya almos' finished, Mister?" she said, petulantly, staring laconically at the ceiling with her grimy finger digging in her nose as I fucked her.
Almost finished? 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 long enough.
Very slowly I sucked my dick all the way out, gazing down to watch the child's little pink hole spit out the slimy cylinder, 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 compliantly opened her little mouth to return the kiss. The little sex toy obviously didn't care what I did to her. I caressed her tummy in small circles, lower and lower, until my finger brushed over her clitoris and she moaned her beery, peanut-buttery breath into my mouth.
The little girl began to suck on my tongue and hunch herself on my finger, but 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 liquid warmth of the child's slick vagina. I rocked gently from side to side, and she moaned as she felt my pubic hairs stimulating her engorging clitoris.
Very slowly I sucked my dick all the way out again. The child frowned and whined loudly as she felt her wet 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 between her legs and blew the cool air into her gooey little hole. The child's body jerked, she moaned loudly, her tiny vagina mouth convulsed, puckering open and closed, drooling a gleaming rivulet of sex goo.
I waited for a moment, held her little sex wide open with my thumbs, 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 at it, honey," I whispered. "Feel it. Do you want it back inside? You want my dick nice and tight up inside your little twinkie?"
The child craned her neck to look at the wet penis in her hand. "Uh-huh..." she gasped, staring at it and tugging gently, trying to urge me back to her crotch. "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 with lust. Probably for the first time in her young life the little girl actually WANTED it, rather than just lying there and enduring the act. Probably for the first time ever the child was panting and trembling with desire for a man's dick inside her.
"Uh-huh... uh-huh..." the little girl panted as I teased her drooling hole, gently poking and withdrawing.
"Uh-h-h-h-hUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!" the child groaned as her grateful little vagina greedily sucked me back inside. Her head fell heavily back onto the cushion and she reflexively arched 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 big, round eyes, dim with lust -- the child wasn't a virgin by any means, but this really was her FIRST experience of deep, female craving for the pleasure of an engorged male penis inside her. And it was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen in my life.
I lifted her little t-shirt to her neck, exposing the two tiny nipples straining up at me on her bony little chest. I brushed them lightly with my thumbs and felt the child's vagina contract hard on me. Her eyes rolled white with pleasure and she yowled, "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, pause to savor her excited panting of anticipation -- then her long, delicious groan of pleasure as I squeezed it back into her fluttering 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 small child so sexually aroused and writhing in ecstasy on my dick.
Quivering on the brink of orgasm, I slowed then stopped my rhythmic fucking to wipe my sweating brow and stave off the impending eruption, to savor the experience and make it last.
"D- does it feel good inside you, Cynthia?" I gasped, twisting side to side, to gently grind my bloated dick inside the little girl. "Ye... ye... yeah... yeah," the kid huffed, her eyes squeezed shut, her head flopping side to side.
"Cynthia? Open your eyes, honey, look at me," I panted. The child peeled her eyelids halfway open to gaze up at me, frowning and whimpering quietly in sexual frustration. I smiled down at her, held my throbbing dick completely still inside her squeezing little vagina.
"Fucking is fun, isn't it, Cynthia?" I grinned, teasingly wagging the thick thing that impaled her. The little girl nodded, her slack mouth drooling.
"No, honey, give me a big grin, okay? Tell me. Tell me how it feels with my big dick up inside you, sweetie," I whispered, reaching down to press her little hand into the soft flesh of her deeply skewered tummy.
The little kid's lips curled into a shy smile. "It fils good in there," she whispered, biting her lip and blushing as she slowly stroked her bloated tummy with her hand.
"Oh, come on, Cynthia, give me a nice, big grin!" I said, reaching to tickle the kid's bony rib cage.
"B-b-b-b-WHEEEEE!He-he-he-hee!" the child squealed, squirming and grabbing at my tickling hands. I groaned out loud as her rippling tummy muscles contracted almost painfully on the dick that impaled her. "S- s- s- STOP!" the kid giggled through her gapped, crooked teeth as my tickling made her fluttering little pussy gobble wetly on my throbbing penis.
"G- ghod, y- YEAH!" I grunted, grabbing the child's skinny chest and grinding my dick deeply into her. "T- tell me you want me to f- FUCK you, baby... tell me you love Daddy's big dick up inside your little pussy, or I won't stop tickling!" I gasped.
"B- b- b-WHEEEE y- yeah, g- g- g-YEAH I luvva big dick in me, bweeeee- heeheehee!" the hysterically wriggling child giggled as I panted and thrust urgently inside her slight body. "STOP it! STOP it, luvva big dick in me, STOP it!"
Sweating and panting heavily, I dragged my shaking hands from the child's flat chest and sucked my dick out of her juicy little cunt with a wet plop. "Huh? Why'd ya stop?" the kid pouted, reaching down to rub her leaking little pussy and frowning up at me in frustration.
"Well, you told me to stop, honey." I teased, stroking my dick and gazing down at the pouting little kid masturbating herself.
"Naw, I meant stop ticklin', the child sulked, "Not... stop... you know..."
I grinned down at the kid and reached to wrap her little fingers around my wet dick. "Oh, you mean you want me to fuck you some more, Cynthia? Is that what you mean?"
"Uh-huh," she muttered, staring at the dripping penis in her hand.
"No, you have to tell me, Cynthia. What do you want me to do?"
"Well... I wancha to... you know... wancha to... fuck me wif it," she whispered shyly, biting her lip and blushing.
I shuddered and tugged the child's hand to her crotch. "No, honey, say it louder. Tell me you want me to fuck you in your sloppy little hole," I rasped, smearing the gleaming dick head teasingly over her tumescent little clitoris.
"Y- yeah... yeah fuck it... f- fuck it in my... in my h- HOLE!" the kid gasped, hunching her crotch and tugging at the dripping dick head in her little hand.
"Okay, honey, you can put it back in now," I husked, watching with glazed eyes as the little kid grimaced and struggled to stuff the fleshy cylinder back inside her drooling little vagina. "Nguh... guh... nghuh..." the child huffed, grinding her teeth and tugging until the wet dick head suddenly popped through the squeezing ring of her clenched vaginal sphincter and glided deeply inside.
The little girl's mouth made a silent O, her tensed fingers clawed at the tabletop with white knuckles, she held her breath for a long moment, then exhaled with a gasping whoosh and suddenly arched her back off the bed to swallow the thick penis to the root of my balls.
The corners of her mouth turned up in a weak smile and the child began hunching herself on the engorged penis that impaled her, panting happily. "G- ghod, yeah, fuck it, baby... fuck me, baby," I babbled, teasingly fingering the kid's tiny nipples as she excitedly worked herself on my quivering dick.
On impulse, I lunged forward, pinning her to the bed at full penetration. I 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 stiff penis and gently rolling it inside her.
The child's body stiffened. Her eyes and mouth shot wide open. "Aaaawwww, 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 into my pubic bone.
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 stiffen, grind herself on me and yowl again as the deep vaginal contractions resumed.
After two or three of these she collapsed heavily on the cushion and lay still, gasping and shaking. She lay still for a second, then her eyes and mouth popped open, she dug her grimy fingernails painfully into my forearms, gritted her teeth and convulsed yet again in orgasm, "A-a-wwwwww, no, n-n-NOoooOOOoooOOOOO!!!," lashing her pigtails on the tabletop, hunching her tiny hips two inches off the cushion and frantically grinding her little body into my crotch.
Finally she collapsed, exhaled with a long whooosh and just lay there, gasping raggedly and whimpering, her overstimulated little quim still quivering and contracting on me, desperately trying to suck more pleasure from the engorged meat bloating her little tummy.
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.
"It... it... it... it HURRRRT!" she sobbed, her lips quivering, drooling and rubbing the snot from her little nose with the back of her hand. "It felt... too GOOD... it felt so good it... it kinda HURT me inside... What'd you d- DO to me, Mister?"
As she burst back into ragged sobs I leaned forward to kiss the top of her head, since she was too small beneath me for me to reach her lips. "I fucked you, honey," I whispered into the sobbing child's hair as I dribbled pre-cum into her still twitching little hole. "I fucked you to a nice, juicy orgasm. Did you like it?"
"Uh-huh," the child nodded, sniffling. She looked up at me shyly, her trembling little lips curling into a pout.
"C- could you make me 'nother orgazum?" she whispered up into my chest hairs. "Would you... fuck me s'more, Mister?"
"Oh... my... GHODDDDDDDDD!!!!" was all I could reply as I grabbed the child's pigtails, plunged deeply inside her and my overstimulated penis came like a horse, ejaculating torrents of semen into the limp little 8-year-old lying beneath me, whimpering to be fucked.
Both mind and body erupted in the culmination of a lifelong desire to ejaculate deep inside a pre-adolescent child --SQUIRRRRT! SQUIRRRRT! SQUIRRRRT! SQUIRRRRT! savoring each delicious spasm as my straining dick heaved and jerked and squirted my relief into the little girl's clutching vagina.
The orgasm went on and on, my dick still jerking and dry 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 little kid, felt my tingling penis still twitching deep inside her, felt the warm semen bubbling out of her overstuffed 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 dick squirting sperm up inside you?"
"I dunno," she mumbled, her tiny fingers playing in the slimy mess where our bodies joined. "It smells bad, an' it usta 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.
She groggily climbed off the table and bent to retrieve her panties, staggering a bit on shaky legs 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 to the delicious memories of the past hour.
I sat to put on my shoes and the barefoot kid padded over to stand before me. "You gonna come back, Mister?" she asked, gazing at me shyly and languidly stroking the damp crotch of her panties. "You could take more pitchurs. And... we could... y'know... do it some more..."
My dick twitched in my pants as I noticed a rivulet of my sperm leaking down the child's pale inner thigh.
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...inside 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 there 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 fat, sweating Daddy.
"You do it so nice," she whispered quietly in my ear. "You make me feel all warm an' sexy inside... like a girl..."
"You are very sexy, little Cynthia," I whispered, fondling her damp panty crotch, my fingers tingling at the sensation of my warm sperm leaking out of her 8-year-old vagina. "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 is going to be in for a BIG surprise the next time he jerks off this kid's hot little panties.
As I left I passed by the broken pink bicycle lying in the dirt by the front door, and my cheeks flushed with shame at the depravity of what I'd just done, using a small child just to satisfy my depraved urges.
A few miles down the road I pulled into a Wal-Mart. I picked out a shiny pink bicycle and paid to have it shipped to Cynthia Prentiss at the Dusty Trails 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.
Don't get me wrong. I'll be back to finish reading every story you've published here, probably before the weekend's out.
Strangely enough, while I'm very intrigued by what I've seen so far (Little Amy 1 - 3, Trailer Park Kid), I do feel as if the author plays it a little bit toward the safe side with regards to realism. Although this can be incredibly arousing when it comes to descriptions of anatomy, I can tell that he's more than capable enough to have succeeded even if he had intertwined this story with more intense thematic elements (how much more intense can you get than the sexual abuse of a child?
All in all, the criticism is a small one when you consider that it is intended toward quality, professional work. Fantastic story with believable elements of child abuse interlaced with a brief love connection expressed carnally between an adult man and a young girl. I would have personally preferred if the abuser (the senior Prentiss) had gotten his due by the end of the story, but I've been told that a wise lion once said, 'Everyone only hears his own story.'
Probably too subtle, on reflection. Even though I love to fantasize about enjoying little kids like his if they're willing and eager, guys like Prentiss should have their balls crushed by one of those things used to crack walnuts.
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