My mother had died when I was very young and I had no close relatives who could, or would, take me into their lives when my father was killed and so I ended up in a care home. In the first three months I ran away ten times, on each occasion not making it more than a couple of miles before being picked up by a care worker or the police. I hated the lack of privacy having to share a room with Simon, the most annoying and psychopathic person I have ever met. I felt lucky every morning when I awoke to find I was still in one piece and not set ablaze. For a ten year old he scared me shitless.

Then one day he was gone and never returned. It was later revealed that he had broken into an abandoned house and set it alight, dying in the ensuing fire. I wasn't sorry to see him go, and I hoped nobody would replace him in my room. They did replace him soon after but it turned out to be to my benefit.

Due to my being an orphan and the social workers finding out about my years of abuse, I was treated quite well in the home and most of the time people there would understand when I was in a bad mood. I earned a lot of trust even though I was prone to doing disappearing acts. In the few weeks after Simon's demise I became a lot happier and helpful around the place. It was then that I came to realise that with the home being full of children, there were young girls as well. I had been so wrapped up in my own troubles that I hadn't even recognised that the source of my greatest pleasure in life was all around me.

I helped the workers looking after the youngest children, some of them still toddlers, giving most of my attention to the girl's needs. I was constantly praised for my assistance and friendly attitude towards the youngsters but deep down I had more sinister thoughts. When I knew there was nobody looking I would place my hands between their legs or on their flat chests, through their clothes mostly although occasionally I would get my hand under someone's skirt and feel their soft panties underneath.

Every night I would jack off in my room, thinking about the young, tender flesh I had groped that day and imagining them naked. I had only ever seen a naked female in the porno mags my dad had lying around at home, many of them child porn from the 70's, but I hoped that it wouldn't be too long before I saw one in the flesh.

It was a warm summer afternoon and I was getting changed in my room, putting on some clean shorts and a tee shirt before I went out to play with the other kids. There was a knock on my door and I stumbled over to it, telling whoever it was to wait as I tugged at my shorts to get them in place. I opened the door with one hand while I was tucking my tee shirt in with the other to find Sandy, the head counsellor, standing outside.

"Kenny, I have a big favour to ask you." she began. "We've got a new girl to look after for a few weeks and we are so overstretched this is the only place we have a spare bed. Do you mind if she stays here, it's only for a few weeks."

The anger at once again having to share a room and not having any privacy for my nightly mastubatory sessions was quickly overcome with ideas of having a girl in my room. I agreed almost too quickly and said I'd wait until they brought her to the room. I sat on my bed and waited for what seemed an eternity, my heart pounding as I wondered what she would be like. When Sandy eventually brought her into the room my heart nearly exploded.

Ally was a stunner, even at 6 years old. She stood there, hiding shyly behind Sandy's legs but I could still make out enough to know she was going to be the source of that night's fantasy, and another night's reality. She had a perfectly round face, not chubby, which was framed by her blond shoulder-length hair. She had dark brown eyes and a button nose and lips which I just wanted to kiss then and there. She wore a beige button-up top and a green skirt which came down to just above her knees, showing me a good portion of her legs......(cont)