The familiar stirring in my loins was usually a sign of pussy deficiency and after a week cooped up in the house, I was overdue...and horny as hell.

My girlfriend had the audacity to take a vacation with her mother, or I'd be calling to invite her over for an all day sexual marathon. "What a selfish bitch," I mumbled, as if she owed me anything, particularly since we parted on 'Not the best of terms.' In truth, we had been arguing a lot recently, mostly about the fact that she caught me looking at kiddy porn on the computer. Damn! What an embarrassing moment That was. After a feeble attempt at lying and explaining that it was just an accident...and insisting "I don't know How all those disgusting pictures got on my hard drive," she walked out in a huff. Repeated phone calls to her cell phone were either ignored or dropped.

I was 'pussy-less' and unless I could pull off a miracle, my girlfriend's pussy was gone for good. But I have to admit. The thought of having sex with a child seemed far more appealing.

The summer rain had been brutal and non-stop, flooding the neighborhood and city streets with so much water that the city was paralyzed. As a construction worker, my hopes for going back to work were tempered with the whims of Mother Nature and more rain was in the forecast. But today, a window of clear skies and sunshine offered a welcomed respite.

The park down the street, and only blocks away, suddenly seemed like a great place to enjoy the day, particularly when plenty of sweet little preteen morsels would no doubt be playing there. An abundance of panty shots and maybe a few crotch treats would come my way...or...maybe a willing little girl without fear of strangers. Just maybe! Serendipity would smile on my lustful brain and ultimately get me laid. Yes! A serving of kiddy pussy would be perfect in every way.

I guessed I was either becoming a pedophile or already there-because the very 'thought' of having sex with an underage girl warmed my balls as if a switch had been turned on in my brain. Powerless over my growing attraction to the forbidden bodies of young, preteen nymphs, I realized that just thinking about violating a child's purity could get a guy locked up. But one man's crime is another man's religion. Kiddy sex was my new religion. I worshiped their young, nubile little bodies.

The high-pitched voices and squeals of little girls could be heard from the parking lot as I walked casually to the playground, which was nestled in a clearing in the center of the park. As if driven by some animalistic urge, my cock reacted immediately by swelling to a full erection. Feeling like a predator, I approached the playground fence until I realized that I was the only adult in sight. All eyes were directed towards me for a moment, but then, as if I was judged to be okay in the kid's collective minds, their playful activities resumed as if 'the prey had nothing to fear from the hunter.'

An eyeful of sexually appealing little darlings frolicked and played while I watched with immoral desires and thoughts of ill repute. Fleshy smooth thighs and an occasional mouth watering view of a little cutie's slit, (which as it turned out, wasn't a rare thing to see that day) kept my attention. After a few hours, I felt like I was being watched but nothing untoward ever happened, even though a lone police cruiser could be seen driving slowly through the parking lot. The more I watched, the more I wanted to get closer...and touch an angel's fragile innocence.

I didn't wake up one morning and discover my growing attraction to little girls. It began as a harmless, but pivotal night when my sister asked me to baby-sit her eight-year-old daughter. Could I help it if my niece was so damn cute and sexy? Her name is Adrian but believe me when I say, " her pretty face and shapely, smooth little ass will tempt even the most righteous of adult men, or most boys of any age that possess even a small amount of testosterone.

Adrian had been at my house on numerous occasions without incident, but something about her that particular night was sexual. I began to look at her young body in a different way, inventing reasons to touch her and smooth my hands over her sweet little butt, which eventually inspired a terse protest that was soon forgotten. ......(cont)