Author:
Dayvid Notellin (dnt_x-asstr@yahoo.com)
Title:
PETHouse Stories 1
Part:
Part 1
Summary:
Four stories from "PETHouse Letters" - An imaginary magazine for Pre-
and Early-Teen fans.
Keywords:
MFf(12), Fg(7), Mbbb+(10), Mg(8), MultipleStories
Date:
01/23/2018
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[This is an idea I've been kicking around for
a while, a sort of "container" to write shorter, more sex-only
stories, while still keeping it a complete "story". This way I don't
have to spend so much time and text spinning the yarn that contains the sex -
which is really all you're interested in anyway, right?
Anyway, that's the idea. Hope you enjoy it.
Here we go:
PETHouse
Magazine is an imaginary magazine which focuses on erotic photos of
P
re- and
E
arly-
T
eens.
PETHouse
PETs are between six and fourteen years old.
PETHouse
Letters is a spin-off imaginary magazine composed of letters written by
PETHouse Magazine fans.
Each story is marked with a header containing
its codes, and the following links are provided for your convenience.]
Shortcuts
:
PETHouse Stories 1
- 01/18/2018 - [MFf(12)] [PT] [Short]
[Exhib] [Sex] [Cons] [Voy] [Mast]
PETHouse Stories 2
- 01/19/2018 - [Fg(7)] [PT] [Short]
[Mast] [Toy] [Cons] [Lez]
PETHouse Stories 3
- 01/21/2018 - [Mbbb+(10)] [PT]
[Short] [Bi] [Mast] [Oral] [Anal] [Group]
PETHouse Stories 4
- 01/23/2018 - [Mg(8)] [PT] [Short]
[Inc] [F/d] [Oral] [Cum]
Dear
PETHouse Letters. I know almost every letter to you starts the same way, but...
Well I really didn't think it could
happen to me either!
Y'see,
me and the old lady were getting a little kinky one night on the balcony. She
gets off on doing stuff in public, though she never actually does anything in real public. She's got the goods for it,
God knows. Nice firm tits, not too big, not too small, and an ass that's just
made for smackin' while I drill her from behind. Pretty too.
But
anyway, there we were on our balcony. They're kinda-sorta private only not really,
if you know what I mean. You can see what's going on in other people's places
if you wanna, but the apartments are shaped and spaced so you kinda gotta wanna see what's going on. That's why
Carla - that's my ol' lady - likes fuckin' there. If we're not too noisy,
nobody looks, so she feels like she's getting away with it.
We
was goin' at it pretty good too. Carla likes it when I smack her ass and bang
her hard from behind, and she was gettin' close to cummin' - you know, with the
whimperin' and grunting that makes ya feel like a hero when you fill her cunt
with goo. Anyways, I was gettin' kinda close too, when I heard somethin' and
looked up.
There
she was. One floor up, one apartment over, getting an eye-fulla our lovemakin'.
And make no mistake, she was totally watchin' us gettin' it on! Couldn'ta been
more'n twelve but watchin' us like some porn-hound and we was PornTube! I
nodded and winked at her to let her know I seen her, and the little slut just
grinned.
Carla
ain't seen her on account o' she was on all fours, head down, ass up. So I says
to her, "Hey babe, you always wanted a audience, right?" Course she
grunts out "yah", so I says, "Is it kay if it's a girl?"
Natch she thought I was gonna try to fix up a threesome an started giving me
shit about it, so I slapped her ass and told her to shut it. "No joining
baby. Just some lil' bitch wantin' to watch us fuck. That okay?" She
allowed it was fine, so I pointed out the girl upstairs.
Once
I pointed her out, Carla kinda froze for a sec. I think she was freaked that it
was such a young girl. But she was all kinda worked up from my fuckin' her and
her bein' on display an' all. And I was still fuckin' her - hadn't missed a
stroke - so she was maybe a lil' more receptive than ususal. Anyways, I wasn't
gonna stop at this point - an' I knew she didn't want to neither - so I started
givin' it to her even harder.
My
pecker was already cocked-n-loaded, if'n you'll pardon the pun, but with the
lil' one lookin' on from above as I fucked, it got a whole lot more exciting,
let me tell ya! Normally I kinda hunch forward over Carla when I'm getting
close like that, you know - to really pound her down. But this time I had a
audience, so I kinda leaned back so's the girl could see my cock as I rammed
'er in. I could tell she appreciated that cos she opened her shirt up and
started rubbin' her boobs with one hand while t'other slid down her tum, and
lower. I couldn't see cos the balcony wall, but by her moves I knew she was
friggin' herself watchin' us!
"Looka
there, sugar pie," I says to Carla, not yellin like I wanted to, but loud
enough the girl could hear. "The lil' bitch's rubbin' her cunt! She must like watchin' you take my cock like a
dirty whore. You my dirty whore Carla? You lovin' this big ol' dick inside ya?"
Like
I said, Carla had this fantasy thing 'bout doing it public, and here it was
actually happening, sorta - never mind it was a little girl watching. I could
tell by the way her cunt got slicker and tighter that she loved the dirty talk
even more outa the bedroom than in it! She was gonna cum quick, and it was
gonna be a doozy. But I know my ol' lady. She might be a bit slow sometimes,
but a lil' nudge sets her right. So I smacked her on the ass again and ordered
her, "Tell me!"
"I
do baby," she crooned, wetting up even more. "I love that big ol'
cock! You fuck me so good Billy! Fuck my hot wet cunt like you mean it and fill
me fulla your cum! I can't wait baby, I love your fat cock so much!" She
glanced up at the girl an' saw the look on her face as she watched us intently,
totally turned on by our show and our words. And then my girl proved once again
why I love her so much. Lookin' up at the girl she said, "But don't spray
it all in me sugar - pull out and spray some on my back too!"
We
both saw the girl's eyes grow wide, and her whole body started shakin' from the
way she was working her cunt below the wall. I wished I could see it, but it
was enough to know it was goin' on. It pushed Carla over the edge, and she had
to drop her head again to focus on her cumming all over my cock and trying not
to scream the way she does when she cums that hard indoors. I know she didn't
want the police coming, thinkin' someone was being kilt!
Me,
I started cummin' just after Carla went over the edge. Lucky I don't scream
though, so I got to watch the girl. Our eyes locked when I shot my first load
deep into Carla's hot cunt, makin' it all
kinds of more intense, let me tell ya! I barely had the wits left to pull
out, but I did, stroking my wet cock fast to spray out the rest of my gunk all
over Carla's back and ass and cunt. Carla and me done this plenty of times
before, so she already had her hand down there, rubbin' her clit like crazy to
give herself another helpin' of cummin' while I gave her the gravy. Course, she
did it up right - I could feel the juices splashin' against my thighs from her
frantic friggin'!
The
girl upstairs gasped out loud, an me n' Carla both looked up to watch her while
her own fingers took her over the edge. I never seen a girl so young cum before
- I mean, outside of your fine publication - an' it was really sexy, let me
tell ya! Her face got all red an' her eyes screwed up tight an' she gasped like
a fish outa water. She had to stop playin' with her titties 'n grab the balcony
wall, her body was shakin' so hard.
It
was pretty damn hot - so hot my pecker didn't even flag! It laid along the
crease of Carla's creamed ass-crack, twitchin' like it wanted another helpin' -
cos it did! I ain't usually ready to go again so fast. Not by a long shot. But
I wasn't the only one. Carla was rubbin' her cunthole too, jammin' her fingers
in deep - a sure sign she was up for more.
Usually
she'd break out her toys if she needed more while I rested up. But this time
she really blew my mind. She twisted
and looked up at the girl, who was panting, but watching us. Then she says,
clear as a bell, "2-B".
Less'n
two minutes later the doorbell rang, and there started the best night of my
entire life!
Thanks
for lettin' me share this with y'all. Carla's here watchin' an' gettin' all
wetted up again from me re-tellin' it. Maybe if I survive the fuckin' she 'n
Becky's about to bestow on my poor ol' bones, I'll write an' tell y'all what
happened that night. Oh, Becky's the girl, case you dinn't figure it out - we
three got kinda a regular thing goin' on now!
Wish
me luck!
Dear
PETHouse Letters,
I
know you won't believe me, why should you? I lived through it and I barely
believe it myself! But whatever, here goes. I changed the names so nobody gets
in trouble. Oh, and I should tell you, I never heard of PETHouse before this
happened. I didn't think magazines like this even existed! Thank God they do
though, because now I'm hooked!
My
BFF Gwen wanted a few days away with the hubby - sort of a second honeymoon
(though really, it's about their twelfth!) - and asked me if I could watch
Tammy for a couple of days. The boys were at camp for the week, so it would be
just Tammy, and only for Friday and Saturday, since they had to be back Sunday
to be ready for work.
I
love Tammy dearly, and had sat for her many times before, so naturally I said
yes. Tammy is everything I hope my kids turn out to be. She's all of seven
years old, with the lightest golden hair and prettiest blue eyes you ever saw.
But what really does it is her smile.
By itself it can light up a room. But when you throw in those dimples - well
she's just too cute to be believable! And she shares it generously. She's
almost always in a good mood, her musical laughter as cheering as her grin. But
I guess I didn't know her as well as I thought!
Friday
night, after a day of shopping, playing at the park, seeing a movie, and
generally just spoiling the heck out of her, we were both pretty tired. So
after dinner and a few shows, we turned in. Tammy has been sleeping with me
forever, so I didn't give it a thought when she got into her nightie and
climbed in bed with me. We cuddled as always, and it wasn't long before I was
gone to Sandman Land.
I
thought my phone woke me, and I groggily reached over to smack it and turn it
off, hoping the vibration mode had been quiet enough to not wake up Tammy. Only
it wasn't on. And the buzzing was coming from the wrong direction. Curiosity
woke me enough to realize there was something very peculiar going on.
Tammy
was laying beside me, and she was moving rhythmically under the covers. And
then I realized that's where the buzzing was coming from - under the covers!
Astonished, I flipped the covers aside and saw that she had my
"Silver-Rod-O" dildo clenched tightly in her hands, the tip pushed up
between her legs beneath her nightie!
My
sudden action made her stop and her eyes flew open, looking at me in terror.
She looked so innocent and vulnerable and scared it would break your heart.
Mine melted. Like I said, I love Tammy, and hated to see her so distressed. I
could tell she was frantically trying to think of some excuse, but really, what
could she say? It was obvious she'd found the thing in my nightstand and
decided to give it a try. Big deal. She was only a little younger than I was
when I'd found my own mother's "box under the bed". Of course, I
hadn't tried it while she was home, but I had
tried it. It was my first dildo experience, and I've been a huge fan ever
since!
Still,
it wouldn't do to let her get away with it without a little scolding. Obviously I'd have to tell Gwen about it, and I
didn't want her thinking I was being too lenient. So I did scold her a bit.
"Tammy honey, it's very rude to take other people's things and use them
without their permission - especially very personal items like that."
To
my surprise, instead of contrite, this made Tammy defiant. "Momma lets me
use hers," she said with just a
bit of whine in her voice, as if it was totally normal; like I was being unreasonable to object.
I
could feel my cheeks grow warm at this obvious and embarrassing lie. I looked
closely at Tammy's face. She wasn't
lying! I was sure of it! Gwen actually was
letting this child use her sex toys! Damn! That girl was a whole lot more
open-minded than I'd thought - and I'd always thought she was pretty dang
open-minded! The things she told me about her and her husband were pretty wild,
after all. But none of it held a candle to this!
I
admit I was a little weirded out by it, and truly didn't know what to say. Obviously
I couldn't scold her for using the damn thing, only for using it without
permission. As I tried to formulate a response, I was distracted by the buzzing
and realized the damn thing was still on! That made me glance down to see that
she still had it tucked under her nighty, held tight with both hands, still
rubbing her pussy with it!
Like
I said, I never heard of PETHouse before, and had no idea kids were so so
sexual. But I knew adults weren't supposed to be sexual with them. So the moan that escaped my lips was as complete a
surprise to me as the wetness I felt as my eyes remained locked on the silver
toy tucked between this child's legs.
Tammy
wasn't fazed at all though. She saw where I was looking and grinned, happily
realizing she wasn't in trouble after all. Letting go with one hand she lifted
the hem of her nightie. "Want to watch Auntie Jill? Momma and daddy like
to watch sometimes." With a wicked stage whisper she added, "It makes
'em so horny that sometimes they don't even get to their bedroom before they
start doing it!"
Note: Tammy almost never
calls her mother "momma" or her father "daddy". I didn't
realize it then, but the little minx was playing me!
My
mind was spinning in ten different directions . Gwen and Paul watched their
little girl play with herself? They fucked in front of her? Was I really that far out of tune with the
world?
Two
things were certain though. One was that my own arousal was growing at a
phenomenal rate. The other was that I was physically incapable of looking away
as this child's nightie rose, exposing her incredibly beautiful pussy, almost
grotesquely distended by the girth of my favorite dildo. I mean, it wasn't that
big for a grownup, but Jesus did it
stretch Tammy out! I thought she'd just been rubbing the tip against her, but
in reality she'd shoved the damn thing about a third of the way inside herself!
I
know I said "grotesquely", but the actual sight was anything but. It
was amazingly sexy to see her so
filled. I like porn as much as the next girl, and some of my favorites are
those mega-sized cocks squeezing into petite pussies. But to see it this close,
this personal, on a child - a child I loved dearly - with such a pale, smooth, bare pussy... It was impossibly
arousing!
Tammy
giggled and I realized I'd been staring, slack-jawed for several moments. The
gig was obviously up. There was no way I could deny my interest, and Tammy gave
me a lovely show, working herself to a sweet, shivering orgasm quickly. She
told me she loved the way I looked at her so intently, and that it made her
extra horny. And I believed her because when she finally pulled the thing from
her pussy, a gush of juices followed. It was amazing in so many ways. I never
knew a seven year old could cum -
much less make juices like that. And seeing them flowing from her deeply-pink,
stretched-out cunthole as it still gaped open was beyond incredible.
Now,
Gwen and I have been friends forever, and we'd talked about a lot of things,
including the possibility of playing together. While we figured we'd do it
eventually, I'd never felt any particular urgency. I mean, we're both pretty
enough, but girls didn't really turn me
on the way a cock did.
It
was entirely different with Tammy. I was hornier than I've ever been in my
life, and it was all I could do to resist the temptation to dive between that
little girl's legs and lick her pussy until my tongue fell off! Lucky for me,
Tammy didn't mind at all. In fact, she asked
me if I wanted to do it! Naturally I said "Hell
yes!" and dove right in!
Her
pussy was so sweet, I could have stayed there forever, but to be honest, I
didn't really lick her till my tongue
fell off. Eventually, after a few more climaxes, she asked me to stop. But that
was only the beginning of our fun. Turns out, Tammy's quite the little
sex-maniac, and has the open-mindedness and flexibility and endurance of youth
to wear me out quite thoroughly. And
the energy to be ready for more even quicker than me! She's a wonderfully curious child too, and pushes me beyond
my own assumed limits sometimes.
At
first I worried that her pussy would be too small, but I'm not sure why, after
she'd handled the Silver-Rod-O. That thing's not gigantic, but it is all over eight inches long and of average
girth for that length, and she fit that - tight as hell, but it fits. I found
that I can fit three of my fingers in her comfortably and suspect I could get a
fourth in there if I wanted to. But I don't want to. I like making her cum on
my hand while I'm licking her clit, and you need a little "wiggle
room" to do that properly.
I
did not know what an interesting
feeling it is to have a squirmy little girl's hand buried all the way up my
cunt nearly to her elbow! Like I said, I like seeing super-sized cocks in pornos as much as the next girl, but
the biggest I've ever actually had was about ten inches, and that was more than
I really wanted. But Tammy's little hand goes in fairly easy, and once it's in
there, it can move around in the most wonderful ways, not like a cock that's
only straight in-and-out. Tammy can actually fit both hands in my cunt, almost to the wrist, which gives me the most
wonderous stretching! I've
whole-handed myself of course, but the angle isn't right to do much more than
get my hand in. Tammy though - she isn't shy at all about pushing her hands into me, hard as I can handle!
It's
amazing, but what's even more amazing
is watching her face while she's doing it. She gets this focused look, serious
and almost fierce when she has to apply the force, but also there's a purity of
lust there. She goes on all the time about how much she loves my pussy,
fingering, fisting, or especially face-first. And that girl can do things with
her tongue that would make a lifetime lesbian jealous, let me tell you. And
don't even get me started about how
sexy she looks when she looks up from between my legs, face shiny with my wet,
and gives me that incredibly cute, dimpled grin! Jesus, even thinking about it
is making me wet as heck!
I'll
just skip over the way she goes after my tits. Let's just say my nipples were
so deliciously sore after that first night that we had to be careful the
second. Since then though, she's learned not to suck quite so hard, or so long
- and I've gotten more used to it so can handle more. They say boys are boob-a-holics, but if that's so, then Tammy's got to
have those genes too! Gwen says she's just as bad with hers - and always has
been. She would not be weaned as a
baby.
Anyway,
after Gwen came back, she could tell right off what happened, and was simply
thrilled. Gwen and Paul and Tammy and I have started playing with each other in
various combinations (Paul's a much
better lover than I'd believed!) And yes, Gwen and I have completely explored
each other's toyboxes and bodies! She's every bit the slut I thought,
multiplied by about a hundred. I guess genetics like that breed true.
Now
that I've been introduced to the joys of child sex, I've asked for - and
received - permission to introduce the boys to the wonders as well. Gwen and
Paul are planning another long-weekend trip next month, and they'll be taking
Tammy along. Someone has got to watch
the boys... guess who volunteered!
Oh,
and in case you're curious, it was Gwen who introduced me to PETHouse.
Apparently she and Paul have been "reading" it for years - and the
stingy little bitch never even told me!
Dear
PETHouse Letters,
I'm
a man who believes in taking responsibility for his own part in things. So
while I cannot condone what they did, I do
understand it, and I fully admit that I had a hand in bringing it about.
Also,
it was the absolute hottest event of
my life, so I'm not exactly complaining!
So
about me. I'm twenty-six, 5'7", 170, brown hair and eyes, 7" cut. I
work part time and go to school full time. I'm not bad looking, and have an
active social life, meaning I get plenty of sex. Not as much as I want of
course, but plenty. Also, I'm bi and have a couple of JO buddies, so when
things get slow, there's that. Well, not just JO buddies I guess. We do more
than that sometimes, but I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm writing to tell you
what happened, right?
So
it was last summer. My older sister was celebrating the year anniversary of her
divorce in the usual way - by getting drunk off her ass, and I was the
designated driver and hair-holder. Like always, her cheer fell off at a certain
point - about the point where her words started slurring - and she started
telling me all her woes. Pretty typical stuff, I'm sure you've seen something
similar.
Her
biggest woe though, was her son. She was afraid that without a male influence,
the kid was starting to hang out with "bad boys". Naturally I
reassured her. After all, he was only nine. How much trouble could he get into.
But moms worry, and she's always been more of a worrier than most. Long story
short, I promised I'd spend more time with him, as a "positive
influence". I figured she was too drunk to remember, but she did, and
within a week she called to see if I wouldn't mind taking Jeff (not his real
name) on a camping trip or something. I was stuck.
It
really wasn't that bad thought. Jeff and I got along well enough, and I was kind
of surprised to discover how much I actually enjoyed our time together. Soon he
was spending at least part of most weekends with me, and I was doing my best to
set a good example and be sort of a surrogate brother or father-figure for him.
I
don't know if you remember being a nine year old boy, but I do. So it wasn't
really a surprise when I accidentally caught him beating off. Naturally I
checked with Sis to see how I should handle it. Just as naturally, she dumped
it in my lap. So I had "the talk" with him, telling him it was
natural and all that, and asked him just to not make a mess.
That
kind of opened the door in a couple of ways. First off, since I was his uncle,
he felt more comfortable asking me about sexual stuff than asking his mom. Fair
enough. But it also made me aware of him as a sexual being. Now you gotta
understand - until then, I though of my cousin as just the cutest little boy
ever. His deep brown hair and deep blue, slightly almond eyes; fresh face, easy
smile and lovely little body were the very picture of cute. But I simply never thought of him that way before. Only now,
he was asking me questions about girls and sexual stuff and thereby opening the
topic. And more than once I noticed his excitement when we would discuss these
things.
As
he grew more comfortable discussing these things with me, I grew more uncomfortable. The kid was so damned
cute, it was hard not to think of
doing things with him. But I hadn't realized how bad I'd gotten until one time
he was asking about masturbation and I started explaining some of my own
techniques. Bad enough, but then I went on to tell him I had a few JO buddies -
and that opened up a whole other discussion.
The
Genie was out of the bottle though, and over the next few weeks he pried for
details that I couldn't in good conscious deny him. Bit by bit he learned how
sometimes a friend or two and I would get together, look at porn, and beat off
together. Then he learned that it wasn't always just beating off, and that it
wasn't always restricted to self-touching. That got him asking about what
thing's I'd done with other men, and what I liked and didn't like.
In
the end, he leaned that I'm bisexual, and that I like sucking cock and both
giving and receiving anal. And I learned that telling him these things about me
was powerfully arousing for me - and that Jeff made a great focus for my
occasional boy-fucking fantasies.
I
should have left it at that, but over time I found my fantasies getting more
explicit rather than less. I found myself jacking off to the memory of that one
brief glimpse of his cock. And yes, I became less cautious about beating off
when he visited. Somehow the idea that he might hear me spanking it was
arousing to me, just as the times I heard him whacking himself filled me with
happy imaginings of watching him.
That
would have been bad enough, but the little fucker must have noticed my
interest, because he started teasing me, brushing up against me,
"posing", and so on. One time pushing past me, his ass bumped into my
face and he apologized, though I though he probably did it on purpose. I told
him it was okay, but unfortunately, I didn't leave it there. Jokingly, I told
him he had a nice ass, so it wasn't a bad thing to have in my face.
That
was a mistake, because after that, he made it a point to flaunt it at every
opportunity, and that, of course, brought it more to my attention. Jeff's ass
featured more and more in my fantasies. And to be fair, the kid does have an incredible ass. Perfectly
curved, firm - the damn thing could be sculpted from marble. And the way he was
flaunting it made me want to grab him, spread his cheeks, and shove my cock in
that tight little butt!
Jeff
seemed receptive, the way he was flaunting it, so whenever the topic came up,
I'd go on at some length about how much I loved being butt-fucked myself. I do
like it of course, but I embellished and built it up in the admittedly foolish
fantasy that at some point Jeff's curiousity would cause him to invite me to
introduce him to the joys of anal sex.
It
didn't turn out that way though - not by a long shot.
A
few weeks ago was Jeff's birthday. Since his mom had to work, I suggested I
have a little party for him at the lake. Everyone thought that was a great
idea, and I rented us a cottage and told him he could invite up to six friends
(my Tahoe can fit seven passengers). He did, and we hitched up the jetski. I'd
met all of these boys at one time or another, and they were all good kids.
The
outing went well enough. We arrived at the cabin early, did some swimming,
skiing, played some games and so on. Between riding herd on seven boys and
eating too much sugary foods, I nodded off on a loung chair in the lazy
afternoon sun. Not a big deal. There were no other cabins around, and the boys
were playing on the beach.
At
least, it wasn't a big deal until I woke up. Something was very definitely wrong then. I'd woken because
I'd tried to move in my sleep and couldn't. My hands and ankles were tied to
the corners of the lounge, where I was laying flat on my stomach.
Obviously
the boys were playing a prank on me, and I went along with it. "Okay guys,
you got me," I chuckled. "Time to let me loose now. I've got to start
getting supper ready."
"No
Uncle Ricky," Jeff said, walking around from behind to stand in front of
me. He had a peculiar look on his face, mischief and arousal. I knew that look
well from when it was on my own face. He stood in front of me and motioned the
other boys to his side. They all stood facing me, the others looking uncertain,
but Jeff was confident.
"These
are my JO buddies Uncle Ricky! I told them about some of the things you told
me, about how good it is to jack off together, and we all like that lots!"
The other boys were looking even more nervous, but I noticed that every single
one of them was pushing out their swim trunks in front. This was getting
interesting, and my own swim trunks were starting to swell, though the boys
couldn't see that with me laying face-down, thank God!
"That's
nice Jeff," I said, trying to be encouraging to the boy. "I'm glad
you found some friends to share with. But what's that got to do with tying me
up?" My pulse was pounding - were they going to jack off and didn't want
me stopping them? I wouldn't have, of course! Well, maybe I would have. I guess
it would have been the responsible, adult
thing to do.
"Well,"
Jeff said, rubbing himself right there in the open as if doing so would
encourage the other boys - which it seemed to do! "Remember how you told me
it feels so good in the butt? About how you love it so much, and said I
probably would too?" Shit. This could get me into all kinds of trouble with the boys' parents if word got out that I
was encouraging their boys to try anal sex! There's still a lot of homophobia
out there, and while I might know these boys, I hadn't met any of their parents except briefly!
I
tried to think of something to say, but Jeff went on. "I want to try it
Uncle Ricky. But they're all scared!" My dick was aching-hard now, hearing
this after all my jack-off fantasies about fucking little Jeffy's ass! He was
going to actually let me do it! Then Jeff went on. "So I told 'em I'd show
them all how good it felt. I knew you'd have to say no cos grownups are that
way, so we tied you up so you can't say no." Then the little shit stepped
forward and before I knew what he was doing, had slid a bandanna between my
teeth and tied it around the back of my head! Now I was gagged, so I couldn't say no!
The
next thing I knew, the boys were tugging down my shorts, giggling nervously at
first, but quickly gaining courage from their shared misbehavior. Of course my
cock sprang out, and in their struggles, managed to move me around so much it
slid between the thick padded wires to hang down. The boys noticed this and
marveled at its size, even touching it a bit - then a whole lot more at the
groans of pleasure this brought from me. Shortly they were taking turns jacking
me off, and I couldn't do a damn thing to stop them. I'm not sure I would have anyway.
Do you have any idea how good it
feels to have seven ten-year-olds taking turns stroking your cock and balls? No
you don't. If you did, you'd understand why even when I came (very hard, making
a large puddle under the chair), my cock didn't even think about going soft.
They
all made a big deal of my cum, marvelling at it, since I gathered that only a
few of them had started making cum yet - and they only a few drops. By
contrast, I'd released a torrent.
In
my thrashing as I came, I'd dislodged the bandanna from my mouth. I could yell
for help now, or at least order them to stop. Jeff would listen to me. So I
didn't. There was no fucking way I was going to interrupt them now!
After
they got done looking under the chair and going on about my cumming so much,
Jeff (I assume it was Jeff) got the tanning oil and poured it into the crack of
my ass. In my discussions with him about anal sex, I'd emphasized how important
lube was. My reasoning had been to put him at ease with the idea of me fucking
him by giving him all the details. I had no idea he'd be turning the tables on
me! But I was glad for the lubricant, because when Jeff climbed up and pushed
his hard little dick into my butthole, he didn't have any experience to draw
on. He just put the tip on my rosebud and drove it in till he bottomed out.
Fortunately,
I had some experience in relaxing my muscles, so it was fine. Also, his dick
was only about four inches long - easy peazy. But the way he groaned told the
story. The kid was a sudden anal convert. Again, without experience but with
much eagerness, he began fucking my asshole, quickly bringing himself to a
grunting orgasm. Have you ever heard a ten-year-old boy cum? It's so fucking cute!
Once
he got his head cleared, he told one of the other boys to have a go. The second
one seemed hesitant, so I twisted a bit to look back at him. "Go ahead
kid. Like Jeff said, I like it!" I grinned at their shocked faces, then
looked at Jeff. "That felt really nice Jeff. I like your cock a lot! Next
time you should let me suck it nice and hard first!"
Well
that was pretty much that. My words encouraged the rest, and in moments the
next boy had his own cock buried in my butt. Moments after that, another boy
had taken my suggestion, and was feeding me his cock. I'd never had such a
little guy in my mouth, but it was a wonderful experience. Plenty of room in my
mouth to let my tongue slide round and round his cock, and even before the boy
in my butt finished, this kid came in my mouth. There was even a couple drops
of cum for me to taste, and I continued sucking him to make sure he didn't go
soft before he mounted me.
I
need not have worried. None of the boys went soft after cumming in my mouth,
and each went, one after the other, from cumming in my mouth to cumming in my
ass. After the third one, they untied my hands and feet so I could help more
easily, stroking the next couple of boys by hand until it was their turn in my
mouth.
Once
all of them had a turn in my mouth, Jeff tried to put his dick in my mouth,
thinking it was his turn, and I had to explain to him that mouth-to-ass was
fine, but the other way round was not. But a quick wash-off took care of things
just fine, and soon enough his freshly-washed dick was in my welcoming mouth.
After a few minutes (I didn't let him cum yet) the last boy had finished in my
ass, and I rolled over, picking Jeff up and holding him over me, his dick still
in my mouth. He was so small and light it was easy to turn him around so he was
facing my dick, which was now standing tall as I rolled onto my back.
The
little darling didn't hesitate in the slightest, reaching for my cock and
taking it into his mouth. Of course he couldn't fit it all-in like I was doing for
him, but he tried, and just seeing his mouth on my dick was almost enough to
make me fire again. I only held back because the other boys were joining in and
I was not going to miss the opportunity
to get a seven-boy blowjob! It was everything I'd dreamed of - seven little
mouths, seven little tongues, fourteen little hands. They swarmed on me like
ants on a picnic. And I in turn did my best to suck every freshly-washed dick
that came within range, but always returning to Jeff's, until he finally came
with a shudder, his cock and balls in
my mouth!
After
that, things sort of deteriorated. My own cock needed a rest, so the boys
turned on each other - not excluding me, but my limp dick not as interesting as
the many hard ones. I encouraged them all, while they were sucking and jacking
each other, to experiment with putting a finger into the ass of their friend,
whoever they were with at the time, and I of course, worked my own finger into Jeff's
insanely-tight little butt. He liked it well enough, but it was obvious that I
was going to have to work on him a while before he'd be ready for my cock.
And
that is how I became an honorary member of Jeff's Jackers, as I named them. In
addition to my own JO buddies, I now have seven young boys to play with, and
they're a whole lot less shy about it than my older friends.
When
I returned Jeff to his mother's that night, I gave him instructions, and the
very next weekend he was able to take my cock in his ass. The other boys were so jealous! But I gave them the same
instructions, and this weekend we'll be having a little get-together to see who
else is ready. Boys are competitive, so I'm betting all of them will be ready!
Dear
PETHouse Letters,
When
I say your magazine changed my life, I mean that literally. And not
"literally" in the way kids throw the word around these days, which
makes it mean nothing, I mean the literal dictionary definition of the word
"literally".
So
what happened, you ask? Well let's start at the beginning. First, I've been
reading your magazine for years, though "reading" might be a stretch.
I've been beating off to the many lovely layouts of your early- and pre-teen
boys and girls. Mostly the girls (though I do enjoy the boy ones too,
especially when girls or women are with them!) And while the photography and
layouts are excellent, let's face it, it's the little girls' bodies and private
parts that really get me going!
But
back to my story. I was laying in bed the other night with my wife when Shelly
(that's our daughter, Michelle) called for a story. She's nearly nine, which I
think is too old for bedtime stories, but the wife disagrees, and Shelly certainly disagrees.
"Can
you do it tonight honey?" I asked, deep in a spreadsheet I was working on.
"You
know our deal," she said, returning to her TV show.
The
deal she spoke of is one we made years ago. She'd take care of Shelly's
"morning stuff", like helping her get ready for school, making her
lunch, that sort of thing; I'd take care of her "evening stuff",
making sure she went to bed on time, getting her a drink of water when she
wanted one, and yes, reading her bedtime stories. Generally speaking, I got the
better deal, it's just that every once in a while it was inconvenient. And
sometimes I could talk the wife into taking on a task, but almost never was a bedtime story one she'd
accept. That was my job, beginning to end.
So
I put the laptop away and went into Shelly's room to read to her. She was
already in bed, nightie on, glass of water on the nightstand, tucked in and
ready to fall asleep to the sound of my voice. Usually it took only ten minutes
or so, occasionally longer, and I was hoping tonight would be a short one.
She
did look like a little angel though, in her white nightie, her pale blonde
straight hair so long it spilled over the blanket and bright blue eyes. An
angel up to something though, I could tell that at a glance. She had that
"I'm pulling a practical joke on you" look that always gives away her
practical jokes - only I always fall for them on purpose even if I see them
coming. It's all part of the game. I didn't see this one coming though! Not at all!
"So
what'll it be sweetie," I asked, glancing at her bookshelf.
"I
found a new fairy story I want you to read to me," she said, almost unable
to contain herself from bursting out laughing.
"Okay,"
I said, sure I was in for some sort of joke. I pulled the chair up beside her bed
and said, "Let's have it."
She
pulled a magazine out from under the covers, already open to the page she
wanted. I took it, and my eyes nearly popped out. It was your magazine, open to the layout you did a couple of months ago,
with the blonde little girl and the three big burly men - the one you titled
"Goldi-licks the Three Bears".
Shelly
was grinning so huge I feared the top of her head was going to fall off, while
I was fearing for my life. If my wife found out about these magazines - much
less if she found out that Shelly had
found one - I'd be deader than dead! But Shelly is a bright girl. She saw my
terror, and took my hand. "It's okay daddy," she told me in
reassuring tones. "I'm not going to tell mom - no matter what." My
eyes met hers, and I could see she meant it. But I also could tell that she
wasn't done with me.
Still,
her reassurance worked. My terror eased enough for me to recognize that she had got me. Totally freaked me out.
"Well, that was a good one honey," I told her with frank admiration.
"You totally had me going." I wasn't sure she even recognized the
significance of the fact that the magazine was illegal, immoral, and possibly
even fattening. That if anyone else had found it, I could have been hauled off
in handcuffs. I put the magazine down, and said, "Okay, now the joke's
over, what do you want me to read to you - or do you even want a bedtime
story?"
"I
want you to read that story to me daddy," she said, simple and
straightforward, without a trace of humor or artifice.
I
tried to talk her out of it, but she held her ground, and eventually I realized
that if I persisted, an actual argument might break out. I sure couldn't afford
for that to happen. And besides, quite honestly, the idea of reading a porn
story to my eight-year-old girl was starting to get me a little worked up.
Sure, I know it's fucked up, but there it is.
So
I did. I picked up the magazine, and started reading. As you'll recall, the
layout does read sort of like a fairy
story - a short one, with bad words and worse intent. The little girl finds the
cabin, tries the porridge, the chairs, and falls asleep on the bed. Then she
wakes up surrounded by three big men with their cocks out, who tell her she has
to pay for the porridge and broken chairs and beds by sucking their cocks. And
of course, since it's a porn magazine, she does exactly that.
We
were at the part where she was on all fours with the first one fucking her face
while the middle one was eating her pussy from behind, when I noticed my
movement beneath the covers. And guess where
beneath the covers? That's right - right where my little girl's legs joined.
The little minx was touching herself while I read! To confirm, I glanced at her
face. Sure enough, pink cheeks and rapid breathing.
The
story and pictures had already been stoking my arousal anyway, but seeing my
Shelly rubbing herself, getting herself off caused a surge of desire through me
that had my cock rock-hard and tenting harshly in my PJ's! I started to cross
my legs, but Shelly had been watching me as I was looking at her, only she
hadn't been looking at my face. "Don't daddy," she said, gesturing to
the leg I was bringing up. "I wanna see it!"
She
wanted to see my cock? My pulse hammered before I realized that wasn't right.
No, of course not, she wanted to see my bulge. Don't ask me how that made more
sense to me - my brain wasn't working all that well at this point. And when I
noticed she was definitely staring at
the large bulge (loose boxers and silk pajamas don't hide a bulge at all), the damn thing only swelled
further. I know, big surprise, right? Not! If you ever saw my girl, you'd be
eager to have her ogle your junk too!
As
if of their own accord, my eyes returned to the now-more-active movements under
the blankets, and Shelly giggled as she noticed where I was looking. Without a
word, she kicked the covers off, and yes, her hand was under the hem of her
nightie. No question what was going on there.
I
didn't realize I'd licked my lips, till Shelly mentioned it. "You wanna
see more daddy?" she asked, and without waiting for the answer (which
would have been a resounding "Yes"
in any event), she used her other hand to pull her nightie up, lifting her butt
to pull it nearly to her chest.
Now
fully exposed before me was the most arousing sight I had ever seen in my life.
No insult to your models, but I'm absolutely certain that my little girl's
pussy is ten times as beautiful, her body ten times as sexy as your best. I'm
sorry, but that's just the way it is. And to see her little fingers rubbing her
smooth, pale little cunny, two fingers spreading her puffy lips while the
middle one tickled her engorged (and surprisingly exposed) clitoris - well
let's just say the only reason I wasn't drooling was because most of the fluids
in my body were busy filling my cock to a preposterous hardness!
Shelly
giggled, and I glanced at her face. I'd never seen her so radiantly happy. She was not only highly aroused, but
she was also proud, and deeply pleased to be showing me her goodies like this.
My heart melted at the sight, but also a pleasure swept through me. I knew that
this wasn't just a lark for her, it was something she wanted, had thought out,
planned and executed. In a way, I was actually proud of her for executing this entrapment! And I also knew that
unless I fucked up, this was going to redefine our relationship.
"Well,
I guess you got me baby girl," I said softly, surprised at how throaty my
voice was.
"Not
yet daddy," she said, smirking because she knew she had got me. "But I will soon. And 'till then theres other ways
we can play!"
There
was no mistaking her intent. The little angel was saying that she wanted me to
fuck her, but wasn't quite ready yet. I'd imagine not! She hadn't actually seen my cock yet, but I knew damn well
it was too big to fit into her tiny little pussy! At least, at present. Her
words implied that she was working on the problem though, and expected to fit
it soon. I could hardly wait for that, though of course, I'd wait as long as it
took until she could take it comfortably.
At
the moment though, my cock was aching
for some loving, and she'd implied there may be some relief in sight.
"What other ways honey?"
She
looked at me as though I was the dumbest man on earth, but didn't dissemble one
whit. "Duh daddy! We can use our fingers and mouths and stuff to make each
other feel good!"
"Duh
princess," I said, grinning. "And how would that work?"
Shelly
hadn't stopped diddling herself for one moment, and I could see by her
squirming that she was getting close to a culmination, so really my feigned
ignorance was a tease to her. I got the definite impression that she wanted
something other than her fingers down there, but after the way she'd tricked
me, damn if I was going to give her what she wanted without payment - in this
case, by making her state her desire.
She
knew what I was up to, and with the forwardness of the young (an older girl
would have been embarrassed, or hinted, or evaded in some way) she said simply,
"You can lick my pussy daddy, and I can suck your cock!"
I
had no idea where she had learned those words (though in retrospect, it was
probably by reading my porn magazines!), but hearing such sex-infused words
from the lips of my pristine little angel was like dousing a bonfire with
kerosene. In a moment I was leaning over her, gently-but-hurriedly moving her
hands aside, and attacking her pussy with my tongue.
A
squeal escaped before she could stop it, and we both froze. "Everything
okay in there?" the wife called. "All good honey, just spilled a bit of
water on her. Got a towel, all is well." We looked at each other with
baited breath to see if that was the end of it.
Once
sure she wasn't coming, I eased down on that sweet little pussy once more.
Shelly moved her legs apart further, inviting me like some eager slut (which I
guess she was, though in my mind she was somehow pure as the driven snows). I
dipped down and, after inhaling of her warm, beautiful fragrance, began to work
my tongue along her slit. She came almost immediately, struggling to keep
silent and managing to stifle all but a few gasps and some groans that weren't
too loud. The master bedroom is some ways down the hall - intended so that the
wife and I could make whoopie without disturbing the kid, but working in the
opposite direction now.
Shelly's
pussy juices were light, fragrant, sweet, and like nectar to my tongue. I
thrilled to every fold, every creast of her eigh-year-old pussy, every drop of
that sweet, sweet fluid; every musical gasp and moan as I pleasured her. I
neither knew or cared if she was a virgin, but to me she was pure in ways that defy explanation, even
while she was cumming on my tongue - which I did eventually manage to force up
her incredibly tight passage.
I
can't even say how long I feasted on her delicious kitty, only that at some
point she literally had to pull me from there by my hair. She was covered by a
sheen of sweat, and was panting hard, but the look on her face was positively
beatific.
She
was both exhausted, and extremely pleased, and I couldn't help but smile down
on her with pride beyond bounds. Somehow while I'd been slurping her nethers,
she'd completely removed the nightie. And if there's a more perfect rendition
of what an angel must look like, I challenge anyone to show me. Never mind that
her cunny was deep pink and shiny wet, with her legs spread wantonly wide. She
still looked like the Creator's most beautiful creation - Lucifer be damned!
I
was turning to go, with plans to stop by the loo to get some relief (and brush my
teeth) before re-joining the wife, when I felt her hand reach out and grab
mine. I turned back to her. "What's up sweetheart? Want tucked in? You
seemed like you were still cooling off...
She
swallowed a couple of times, so I gently fed her a sip of water. When she lay
back (still panting from her multiple climaxes) she said - again in that
childish forthrighness - "Daddy, you need to cum too! Don't you want too?"
There
was something about the way she said it that tore at my heartstrings. As if
telling her "no" might break that delicate little heart. And I'm sure
you know that I did want to achieve
bliss - more than I've ever wanted to in my life. I was just more concerned
with my child's happiness, and I had thought she was done and in need of rest.
Men
are kind of stupid about the limits of women (and children). We either over- or
under-estimate them regularly and in this case, I was sorely underestimating my
little darling. Sure, she needed a minute, but now she'd had it, and though she
was still panting, the desire was back in her eyes. Only it wasn't the desire
of arousal, it was the desire to please her man - and in this situation, I was
"her man".
So
it wasn't really a surprise when she lifted herself on one elbow and reached
over to grab my cock through my PJ's. Her little hand didn't make a good job of
it though, and the silk caused it to slip free of her grasp. But the intention
was obvious. And even that one touch, through two layers of fabric, of her tiny
hand was enough to send electrifying jolts of pleasure from my cock, up my
spine, and into the pleasure center of my brain.
I
turned back to her bed, and she lay back, grinning. I wasn't sure what I was
going to do exactly, but I damn sure was going to do something! I slid my pajama pants down, along with my boxers, and
my cock sprang up so fast that Shelly giggled as drops of precum landed on her
tummy.
And
that's when I knew what I needed to do. I pulled my little girl to the edge of
the bed and let her take my cock in both hands, guiding her and teaching her
briefly how to stroke a man's cock. She's a quick study, so it was no time
before I was receiving the most thoroughly erotic handjob of my life. Partly it
was that her hands were so small on
my massive cock, partly it was looking down at her prepubescent little body
beneath my member, drops of precum landing here and there, and of course, part
of it was just the sheer perverse knowlege that my little eight-year-old girl
was stroking me off. But much of it was the certainty of what was going to
happen next.
I
could feel it building rapidly, so I warned her, telling her what to do, and
she acceeded with zero hesitation. When I gave the word, she placed one palm in
front of the head of my cock, but not touching, and stroked faster with her
other hand.
To
say "I came" would be an understatement worthy of song. I didn't cum.
I gushed. I spurted. I streamed, sprayed, flooded, and spewed. My cum came out
in such force, and such quantity that it seemed like it must be someone else
doing it - some porn star who'd been edging for a week. And the pleasure was
immeasurable. It was like every climax I'd had since I was fourteen were all
balled up together and combined into one mind-breaking rupture of the cosmos.
And all of it multiplied a hundredfold by the sight of my little girl - my
sweet, innocent angle - beneath the torrent as it sprayed down onto her bare
chest and tummy.
Shelly
held true, riding out my gasping, groaning, jerking climax, hand in front to
keep my semen from shooting all over her bed, shooting instead all over her. By
the time I was finished, she had to suck her tummy into a concavity, where a
lake of her father's jizz was pooled.
As
I came to my senses and my vision returned, I looked down at my mess in frank
astonishment, then I looked at Shelly and the look of pride on her face. Yes,
she knew she'd just given my the best orgasm of my life, all right - and she
had the cum to prove it!
Eventually
I got enough air to tell her to wait while I got a towel, but the little
darling just shook her head. Then she began to rub the cum over her chest. I
was so happy I felt like a kid myself, and Shelly and I spent the next few
minutes "finger painting" every inch of her porcelain-smooth skin
with my spunk. Literally. I even rubbed it into her toes and face. She'd read
enough porn to take particular giggly-joy in her cum-mask.
When
we were finally done, and most of it was worked into her skin, I reminded her
she'd have to wash that all off before mom came in to wake her up, and she
agreed. She was almost always up an hour before our alarm clock went off
anyway. Then, after several long-and-lingering kisses which were quite adult,
but also sweetly amateur, I turned out the light and slid out of her room.
Making a quick detour to brush my teeth (I'd have rather tasted her pussy all
night, but you know, the wife and all!) and wash my hands (which reeked of my
cum-body-paint), as well as change my boxers (I didn't want to have to explain
the precum stains!) I returned to bed with my wife.
She
was still watching TV, but feigned interest. "What did you read her?"
"Goldi-Licks
the Three Bears," I answered truthfully.
"That's
a nice story," she replied, obliviously.
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