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Cody and Allison's Fifth Birthday
By Paul Harggus

Author's Note: This is a work in progress, I'm putting up what I
have now because it's my first story and I'd love to have some
feedback on what I've got.  Please let me know what you think
atpaulharggus@gmail.com.  I'm 57 years young.

Chapter 1 - Birthday Cake
	
If you had told me six years ago that the time and effort I'll
spend earning a Masters in education will amount to a career as
the glorified babysitter of a bunch of Kindergarteners, I would
have laughed.  If you had told me how much I would enjoy it, I'd
have you committed.  I had always thought teaching would be an
exercise in the cerebral -- something very intellectual and
profound.   The reality is that it is more about forming an
emotional connection.  The joy of teaching, to me at least, is in
sharing in the fascination of a child's discovery, and in the
pride taken in the impact I have in their young lives.
	
Of course, there's also the times when they'll drive you insane.
It amazes me how children possess both the sweet, lilting voice
of an angel and the shrill, piercing shriek of Satan himself.


"MISS WARREN!  I WANT CAAAAKE!"

It was Cody's birthday.  He and his twin sister Allison turned
five.

"It's okay, Cody."  Said Allison, patting her brother on the
shoulder.  "Mommy said she'll be right back."

Cody and Allison - Allie as the kids call her - are the most
polar opposite set of twins I've ever known.     I know it's not
right for a teacher to have favorites, but Allie is just
so...adorable!  She has such a sweet face.  Baby blue eyes, cute
little button nose, all framed by her wavy, shoulder length,
strawberry blond hair. The most loving, kind, well-behaved child
I've ever known.  Anybody who meets her instantly wants to become
a mommy.  As I watched her comfort her brother, it was easy to
see why all the other children admired her as much as I did.  She
is everybody's best friend -- the one they all trusted with their
little secrets, and the one they all wanted to spend time with.

Watching her play, I am amazed at her boundless energy and joy.
My troubles get lost in her cute, giggly laugh and her bright
smile.  She'll always run around the room at a frantic pace,
making time for everyone because they all wanted her to.  By
naptime she was completely spent; her soft, gentle breath
complementing a look of absolute serenity.

Throughout the day I'll find any excuse to touch her.  I made her
the Line Leader, and so when the class went anywhere I would get
to hold her hand and stroke her palm softly.  I hugged all the
children, but with her I would somehow manage to embrace her just
a little bit longer, a little bit closer, and might even sneak in
a quick peck on the cheek.

All of these might seem perfectly innocent, even to an adult, but
at naptime, well...I just can't help myself.  The sight of her
all tuckered out, sprawled across her yellow blankie as she sucks
her thumb and clutches her teddy bear is just too much to handle.
 It took a lot of experimenting, but I quickly learned what I
could do to her before she woke up.  As she lays down on her
side, I carefully take the bear from her arms.  Sorry Petey, but
it's my teddy bear time. I curl up from behind, rest my head on
her back, close my eyes and just feel her breathe.  Gently
caressing her cheek, so rosy and supple, I'll slowly run my
fingers through her hair, allowing it to fall over my face as I
take in its youthful, feminine scent.  I love to press my tongue
lightly against her earlobe, flicking, teasing, and working my
way down her neck planting kisses and drinking every delicious
drop of the child's perspiration - savory, honey-sweet beads of
sweat that melt in my mouth and trickle down my throat.  I'll
slip my hand under her shirt and slowly rub her tiny tummy,
allowing every inch of her young body's warmth to pulsate through
my own.  I want so badly to dip a finger beneath her cotton
undies.  I wonder if I can make this little girl as wet as she
makes me.  By the time our nap is done, I've come over and over
again.  I always end our little session by wiping my panties on
Petey's fur, and returning him to Allie's loving arms.  Next best
thing I guess.   I know that if any of the kids wake up early it
will be the end, but in the moment I just don't care.  Still, to
hedge my bets, I make sure to keep it very warm in the classroom.
 More heat means more sleep means more time with my little angel.

"BUT I WANT CAKE NOW!"

Cody is a different matter entirely.  He is a rude, disgusting
little booger eater.  He has a mess of straggly brown hair draped
over his dumpy little face. His eyes, a sickeningly pale blue,
hover pointedly over a perpetually sour, pouty mouth from which
spills noxious fumes (His mother says he brushes his teeth -
bullshit) and the ear-splitting outbursts such as today's demand
for cake.

Nobody likes him.  Nobody wants to be anywhere near him because
he doesn't bathe and he's gross.  If he tries to play with the
other kids, they'll say that he can't play.  I love to watch as
the children laugh at him.  They even have a little song:
"Filthy, stinky, Coooody.  Filthy, stinky, Coooody" He starts to
cry and I send him to time out.

He's a little piss-pants too.  Every so often he'll come to me
whimpering about how he had an accident.  I know he doesn't want
anyone else to know, so I'll find Allison and I'll whisper to her
that she need to help Cody clean up.  People always seem to know
though; maybe I'm too loud a whisperer.

I cringe every time I see Allie help Cody.  Could she possibly be
happy having such a miserable little maggot as a brother?  To see
his chubby little face perk up from his sister's loving care
fills me with such revulsion.  He doesn't deserve to know her,
let alone sleep in the same room as her.

"Sorry it took so long everybody.  Who's ready for some caaAake?"

The Birthday Mom came strolling in with an ice cream cake,
plates, plastic forks, and napkins.  "Finally"  I thought.  "No
more crying."

Allison ran up and gave her mom a big hug.

I hated Mrs. Johnson.  Every time I voiced concern about Cody
she'd dismiss me entirely.  I know she has no respect for my job,
and refuses to see fault in her little darling.  I remember when
she chaperoned the pumpkin patch trip.  While some of the
children selected pumpkins, others, including Cody and Allison,
ran aimlessly through the field.  Mrs. Johnson got quite upset at
Allison.  Apparently, this wasn't "appropriate behavior for a
young lady."  Fucking bitch.

The cake was very typical.  Chocolate frosting atop vanilla ice
cream with "Happy Birthday Cody and Allison!" in blue icing.  A
"5" candle completed the whole ordeal.  The kids lined up, Cody
and Alison in front, to get a piece.  Mrs. Johnson cut the first
slice and handed it to Cody.

"Here you go!  A nice big piece for my special little b--"

*BOOM*

Heads turned towards the noise, the door to the class thrust
violently open, and saw a man in a black ski mask.  In an
instant, he took out a gun and shot Mrs. Johnson dead.  Most of
her blood splattered onto Cody, and the cake was coated in red.

As the children screamed, some tried to find hiding spots while
others just dropped to the fetal position.  Cody just stood there
shaking.  The man approached the newly orphaned boy as his lips
quivered.  His mother's blood poured into his open mouth.
Towering over the child, he pressed the gun barrel to the temple
of Cody's head.

"Where's your sister?"

Cody had closed his eyes and was now trembling.  He was somewhat
aware that somebody had just spoken to him, but he had no idea
what it was that was said or how he was supposed to respond.

*CRACK*

With all his might, the man smashed Cody's jaw with the pistol.
Two of his teeth fell out, and blood began gushing from his
mouth.  As the boy began sobbing profusely, the man jammed the
gun down the kid's throat.  The sounds of his pain were forced to
give way to loud gagging.  With every breath that didn't come his
arms began to flail wildly as his eyes opened wide.  His ashen
face turned to purple as mucous poured out of his nose.

"Alright, Allison.  You have five seconds to come to me or he
dies just like your mother.  1...2..."

"NO!"

Allison came out of the bathroom, tears in her eyes.

"Get over here, girl."

Allison looked at me.  There was so much fear in her eyes; I
couldn't stand to look back.

"Just...do what he says."  I choked out.

Her eyes dropped to the floor.  Slowly, she walked over to the
man and her bloody, bruised brother.  When she got to his side,
the man finally removed the gun from Cody's mouth.  Through snot
and blood, he hacked, wheezed, and gasped for precious air.

"The two of you are coming with me.  Resist, and you're both
dead.  If anyone tries to stop me they're dead too."

He grabbed both children by the hand and ran off.


Chapter 2 - First Kiss

"How did it go?"

"The police questioned me.  I told them that I was in such shock,
I just froze up and didn't do anything."

"Good.  Do you think they bought it?"

"Of course."  I smiled.  "I'm just the pretty young, teacher
slash babysitter."

I looked over at the corner where Cody and Allison were gagged
and blindfolded. Cody was out cold, slumped over in his chair,
but poor Allie sat straight up -- her muffled screams as useless
as her struggling.  Her hands were tied together behind her, and
thick rope wrapped around her legs securing her to the chair. As
I approached, I noticed the tears streaming down her face.  I
removed her blindfold and saw that same look of fear from hours
ago.  I'll never forget the moment when she first recognized me;
fear turned to confusion as her desperate cries became panicked
whimpers.  I took the gag off her mouth.

" Miss Warren!  Please hel-"

I kissed her.  At last I was completely free.  Free to be with
her.  Free to love her.  She resisted, but I pushed her head
forward -- brushing her hair as my tongue entered her mouth.  It
felt so familiar somehow.  As I explored, painting each and every
inch of each and every tooth, I couldn't believe I finally had my
lips around her precocious, kissable smile.  There was something
in its unbridled happiness that always made me wanna just hold
her.  Her mouth became wet with my passion.  Saliva dribbled down
her chin as I rolled my tongue along the roof, drew circles in
her soft, spongy cheek, and ensnared my tongue amongst her own as
it wiggled and jiggled about.   I love Allie's taste.  At naptime
I was limited to itsy bitsy bites, but finally I could take in
every ounce of her succulent flavor. Sweet.  Creamy.  Fresh.
Juicy.

With my free hand, I started rubbing my pussy.  As I slid my palm
slowly across my lips, I decided Allie needed a little more
tenderness.

"It's going to be okay, Allie.  I love you."


I kissed away her salty tears, drawing  light, gentle breaths
from her cute little dimples down to her chin.  When there were
no more tears, I started nibbling.  Her skin was so soft.  As I
dug my teeth ever so lightly into her velvety, milky-white neck I
was treated to the delightful scent that is a little girl - A
light, flowery, powder like smell.  It was intoxicating.  I took
my index finger and thrust it in and out of my vagina.  Deep.
Fast.  My gentle nibbling became furious tongue-lashing as I
coated her face with my spittle.  I'll never forget the sight of
her pretty, girlish face glistening as I looked deep into her
distant eyes.

I had to taste her mouth again.  I sucked her tongue and began
pounding my clit with my thumb.  As I melted into her juicy kiss,
I stroked my pussy harder and harder.  Something wasn't right.  I
remembered our teddy bear time, and how good it felt to feel her
body.  I took my pants off leaving only my sheer, silk panties.
I brought my hands up to her thin, lithe shoulders and gave my
sweet Allie a lap dance.  Grinding my pussy into her, I held her
tight as we sat there together cheek to cheek.  As we nuzzled
together, I whispered into her ear.

"You're such a good girl, Allie.  My special little girl."

I ran my hands down her back, over her bound hands, and went
under her shirt.  I dug my fingers into her cool skin.  I could
feel each vertebrae as I pressed my chest to hers.  I thought
about how good it will feel when our naked bodies are held
together.  Oh god, I needed to cum.

I found where her arms were bundled together and released them.
As I looked closely, I could see how her left thumb was slightly
weathered.  I brought it to my mouth and began to suck.  It was
so warm and delicious.  As I continued to suckle this salty,
sweaty treat, I curled her other hand into a tiny fist and drove
it into my burning cunt.

"Oh god, Allie, sweetie!  Harder!  Yes!  I love you so much,
baby!  Oh god, I love you!  Allie, sweet baby! Ohhh!  OH GOD!
YES!  I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!  ALLIE, OH GOD, I LOVE YOU!  GOD, I'M
GONNA CUM!  ALLIE, MAKE ME CUM!  BABY!  OH GOD, ALLIE, PLEASE,
MAKE ME CUM!  YES! OH GOD, ALLIE!  I'M GONNA CUM!  I'M GONNA CUM!
 ALLLLLLLIEEEEEE!"

And with that, I had the hardest, most intense orgasm of my life.
 I watched my juices flow down her arm onto Allie's pink dress.
I took her hand and licked it clean while I just sat there
holding her for a while, rubbing her arm as I smelled her hair.

After a while, I knew that I had other matters to attend to. I
took off my dripping panties and stuffed them into Allie's mouth
before putting the gag back in.  I tied her arms behind her back.
  I kissed her gingerly on the forehead.


Cody was still out.  I remembered the sound of the gun hitting
his jaw..  That delightful crunch.  I reached into my pocket and
grabbed his baby teeth.  Rolling them among my fingers, I smiled
at the click-clack sound and the almost imperceptible bumps.

"I see you didn't clean him up yet."

"No, but I was tempted to.  I think the little fucker shit
himself."

"Yeah, probably.  Shall we?"`

"Let's do it."

As hard as I could, I kicked Cody square in the chest.  The chair
toppled over, and his head crashed into the floor.   Cody woke up
and began bawling.  I knelt down, removed the blindfold, and
looked right at his hideous nose and his whiny, crying eyes.  I
spit on his face.

"Guess what Cody?  It's time you had your very first bath."

Chapter 3 - The Pain-Pleasure Principle

Let's get one thing straight right off the bat.  I'm not some
kind of fucking faggot.  I love women.  With boys, it's not about
love.  It's about knowing that I have complete, unquestioned
control.  It's about that moment when they realize there's not a
single thing in this world that is out of bounds for me - the
more they hurt the better.

The boy was lying there on the ground crying.  I took the gag
from his mouth so I could better appreciate his torment.  If a
child cries because he wants something, say food or attention, it
tends to be this low pitched, trembling whine.  I prefer the
loud, shrill, anguished cry of a kid in pain.  In public, I'll
try to "accidentally" make little kids trip.  It's actually a
great way to pick up single moms.  I remember this one time I was
at a supermarket in Georgia.   This smoking hot blond had her
four year old son, and he was running amok.  Mom tried to keep
up, but Junior got away from her.  As he ran down the juice
aisle, I grabbed the back of his shirt, took his head and slammed
it against the shelf.  He starts wailing, and Mommy comes running
to see me caring after her poor boy - the one whose head is
bleeding over her neglect.  We go to the hospital together, and
the doctor says they'll know more in the morning.  She's so
upset, she doesn't want to be alone.  We fuck all night while the
kid slips into a coma.  I make her scream just like her baby boy.


We untied the boy and dragged him upstairs.  Steph put earmuffs
on the girl.  She insisted that she didn't need to hear what we
were gonna do to her brother.  We got to the bathroom and
stripped him naked.  He had dried blood caked all over his body,
piss and shit down his legs.   He stood there crying in shame as
he tried to cover up his genitals. Steph started teasing him.

"Okay, Cody!  Did you bring your rubber duckie?"

"Wait a sec, babe.  Why give a bath to someone so clean?"

I walked behind him, grabbed his hair and dropped him to his
back.

"Pin him down."

"With pleasure!"

Steph knelt, with all her weight, on his chest.  The boy
grimaced.  I smiled.  I dropped my pants and shimmied my boxers
off.  Getting into position, I buried his face in my buttcheeks.
His nose and mouth tickled my asshole as he screamed and
struggled.

"Settle down, boy.  We've only just begun."

I unleashed a torrent of warm, liquidy shit.  Believe it or not,
the smell was probably the least of his concern.  I had been
popping laxatives all day, and I knew that at that very moment
diarrhea was clogging his sinuses and seeping into his eyes as he
swallowed my dump.  I was starting to get hard.  After what must
have been a solid minute, I stood up to take a look at my dirty
work.  His entire face was covered in greasy, caramel-colored
stool.  He coughed it up as it bubbled out of his nose.

"Oh, poor Cody."  Steph said with a giggle.  "Let me help you
with that."

She stood up, and I held him down.  His body was breathing
heavily as I pressed hard into his rib cage.  From here, I could
smell just how much he reeked.  I watched as Steph started
washing it all away with her piss.    He tried to block it with
his hands but I pinned them down.  She took so much delight in
unloading on him, it was the hottest god damned thing ever.  I
didn't even mind the splash.

After the last few drips drizzled down, we dropped him into the
tub.  It was all he could do to lie on his back panting and
spitting up brown all over his chest.  I made sure the drain was
closed and turned the faucet all the way to the left.  Before
long, steam rose up from the scalding water.  When it first
reached him, he scrambled to his feet and tried to avoid it by
standing against the back wall.

"Fat chance."


I opened up the drain and turned on the shower head.  I closed
the glass shower doors and guided the water wherever he went.
There was nowhere for him to go where I couldn't sear his flesh.
The doors steamed up to the point where I had to rely on the
sounds of his desperate, hysterical screams.  He actually started
pounding and clawing at the door.  I knew it was only a matter of
time before he understood that I would never relent.  Not for a
second.

This went on for three minutes until the hot water ran out.  I
opened the shower door to see the boy on his side curled up into
a ball.  His skin was red and raw.  I grabbed him by his arm, and
my touch alone had him howling in pain.  I tightened my grip, and
he burst into tears and started crying for his mommy.

"YOUR MOM'S FUCKING DEAD!"

I kicked him hard in the ribs.  I think I heard a snap.

"Don't you remember?  I blew her brains out and stuck a gun in
your mouth.  Wait, here's a reminder.  Open up, boy."


I grabbed his hair and put my dick up to his mouth.  It was
pretty much completely hard by now.  He pursed his lips together,
as if he could possibly deny me what I wanted.  I pinched his
nose, waited for him to take a breath, jammed my cock down his
throat and started fucking his face.

Like I said before, I'm not a fag.  It's more about the way I
make him feel then vice versa.  Before today, he never even
imagined he could experience such pain.  Probably never had to
deal with anything more then a skinned knee, but now he was being
raped.  Brutally.  Because of me he had that panicked look in his
eyes.  Because of me there was the retching gag that comes with
each thrust, as all of my eight inches are forced down his
gullet.  Once my dick disappears entirely into his mouth, I
withdraw slowly.  I tease him with the possibility of release
before slamming his head down and jerking my hips forward.  I can
see that at last he understands the gravity of the situation.
Instead of his wide eyed panic, his eyes are closed tight as he
tries to brace himself for what he knows is coming.  As my cock
got harder I picked up the pace.  My balls slammed against his
chin, and the tip of my head found the back of his throat.  After
what seemed like hours, I shot load after load of jizz down to
his stomach.



"That's right, boy.  Your mommy can't help you.  Take it all
down."


When I finish cumming, I finally relinquish the boy's mouth.
Almost immediately, he starts vomiting a waterfall of blood.
He's on his hands and knees as the last of it comes out and he
starts dry heaving.

"Fucking faggot, slurp it up!"

I take his head and mush it into the syrupy, goopy mess.  I use
his face to smear the blood around the tub.  I can hear the
stickiness of it as I slowly lift him off the ceramic.  He really
did smell awful, I decided he needed to be cleaned up for real.

"Baby, I think we might need to actually give him a bath."

"Ooh!  Let me!"

She stripped down and got in the bathtub.  I stepped out and
started to fill the tub with cool water.  She held him in his lap
and scrubbed his body with soap.

"Filthy, stinky, Coooody!  Filthy, stinky, Coooody!"

The cool bath had calmed him a bit, but that little song upset
him for some reason.  She lathered his hair with shampoo.

"Turn the shower on."

"Hmm, I think I've got a better idea."

I grabbed his neck and dunked his head under the soapy water.  I
remembered the first time I ever drowned a child.  I was at this
resort in Hawaii, and there was this twelve year old boy with his
family.  The problem was, he was never alone.  Finally, something
great happened.  He met a girl his age, and they became friends.
I could tell he had a crush on her, so the next time he went
swimming I left a note on his towel.

"Bobby, my family's leaving tomorrow but I don't wanna go without
saying goodbye.  Meet me under the boardwalk after your patents
go to sleep but don't tell anybody.  Sarah."

Too easy.  We had some fun that night.  You haven't lived until
you've heard a young boy cry as you slice his back with broken
glass then force-feed him bloody sand while sodomizing him.   For
the grand finale I dragged him, bound and gagged, by his foot
down to the clear, blue ocean.   From moonlight alone, I could
watch him thrash about wildly as I held him under by the
shoulders.  It felt so good to know how desperately he needed
air, yet each gasping breath burned his lungs from the inside.
His struggling died down, and I knew he was finally dead when the
bubbles stopped.


I didn't want to kill this one, so I only risked five seconds or
so.  Even in that timespan, I learned the difference between
drowning a five year old and a twelve year old.   Bobby at least
put up a fight., this one could barely mount a resistance.  I
couldn't even see his bubbles through the suds.  Useless.

"I think we gotta step it up."

"Yeah?  Like this?"

Steph bit down hard on his left ass cheek.  I could tell his skin
was still very tender by how sharp his scream was.  As her teeth
continued to clamp down, she started punching his wrinkled penis
and testicles.  I knew right then that I was gonna marry this
girl.

I met her at a PTA meeting; those things are like a buffet for
me.  Steph was asking for a vote on more naptime for the
Kindergarten class.  A mom, the boy's mom, thought that this was
absurd.  The way the two argued I could see that it was personal
for Steph somehow, and the more I listened the more one thing
became clear: She hated her son.  Nobody else picked up on it
because nobody, least of all parents, suspects that anybody can
hate their precious children.  I caught her after the meeting and
told her how rude that other parent was.  I'm sure I could have
fucked her that night, but this was different.  Over the next
couple of days, I listened to her vent about the boy.  I steered
the conversation that way.  I wanted to learn more about her
anger and whether she was willing to do something about it.  At
first, I couldn't put my finger on why she hated this boy -- this
one in particular.  Then I went down on her.  And she called me
Allie.

The boy's sister?  She was so embarrassed.  She refused to
explain herself, and I knew I was on to something.

"Listen, children have a way of making us leave our guard down.
I'm sure all teachers care about their students very much."

"You don't understand."

"Stephanie, please, you can trust me."  I looked into her eyes
and stroked her palm with my finger.  If you make it seem like
you're doing it absentmindedly it sends a signal that you truly
care about their happiness.  I could feel her resistance melt
away.

"It's more then a teacher-student relationship.  I...love her."
Oh.  This was good.

"And Cody?"

"I can't explain it, but every time I see his face I just get so
irritated."

"I know how you feel.  One time another boy pushed Mark off the
swing set and just walked away.  I knew he was just a child, but
seeing him hurt my boy was infuriating.  The thing is...I did
something about it."

"What do you mean?"

"I waited until his mom wasn't looking, and I pushed him to the
ground."

"Did it help?"

"Absolutely.  Seeing him cry made me feel proud.  It felt like I
was showing my son just how much I cared about him."

"I could never get away with that, I'm never alone with him."

I couldn't believe how well this was going.  I thought it would
be another two months at least before I could have this sort of
discussion.  Was she ready to just go for it?

"So we'll get him alone.  We'll kidnap him somehow and bring him
back here."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah!  Why not?  Haven't you ever wanted to give in to your
urges?"

My words were getting through to her.   She was considering it.

"Allie.  We'll take her too."

So we made our plan, and now I was watching her bloody knuckles
pound his balls.  I finally found the Bonnie to my Clyde.  I
couldn't wait to show her the tricks of the trade.

"You know, children have very brittle bones."

I took his left thumb and bent it back until I heard it snap.
Their facial expressions tell me even more than their screams.
As I wear a child down, their lungs and throat can only produce
so much but body language never lies.  If it's a lasting pain
such as a bite or genital mutilation, a child tries to hide from
it.  Eyes close tight.  Lips curl in.  They think they can
escape.  That's when I do something like break a bone and watch
their eyes open wide and they scream loud - or at least try to.
The boy rose to the level of moan at best.

"See Cody?  This is why we drink our milk!"

"Hey Steph, check this out."

I laid him on his stomach, took his left arm, stood on his
shoulder blade and pulled until it dislocated.  I dropped his arm
and it fell limply to the ground.  This type of injury has the
benefit of the pain it causes at first and the pain they feel if
they try to move it.  Steph took her turn, and the boy now had
both shoulders dislocated.  As he lay on his chest, I saw the one
part of his body that had been left alone.  Unfortunately, I
wasn't quite ready for that yet.  I think I knew just the trick.

"Hand me the knife,  dear."

I turned him over.  I sat down on his pelvis, crushing his
genitals as my semi-erect penis laid across his chest.  I held
the knife to his throat and smirked as he turned his head away.

"Sorry boy, not done yet."

He wasn't obese or anything, but he did have more fat on him than
most five year olds.  I started making deep cuts in his belly.
He managed to scream for these, and I did begin to get hard.  As
I looked into his eyes, I thought I saw a hint of pleading
through the tears.  Clearly, he still needed to be taught his
place.

"Honey, hold his head."

I brought the knife to his left ear and sliced it off.  He
flailed and kicked, but Steph held on tight while I carved myself
a trophy.

"You want  the other one, babe?"

"Mr. Cody Potato Head!  Let me!"

I let her have her turn.  Even through his crying and screaming,
I thought I could hear the sound of his cartilage being shredded.
 By the time it was lopped off, I was ready.  I bent him over the
sink and started railing him up the ass.



As I began to pound his little boy asshole, grabbing him by the
shoulders and pushing hard as I impaled him on my dick, Steph
took the knife and started carving up his face.

"...and C is for Cody!  D is ..."

As she bled the boy, he had spasms and clenched tight around my
cock.  I used the sensation to get bigger as I penetrated deeper
and deeper.  I tore him apart.  His upper body flapped around
like a ragdoll as I slammed him down over and over again as he
cried out in pain.  I was about to explode.

"Steph!  I think it's time!"

She broke into a devilish grin and squealed with delight.  The
two of us wrapped our hand around his neck and began to throttle
his throat.  We squeezed so tight that he could only make a
gurgling sound.  Initially, his ass squeezed my dick hard, but I
could feel the grip loosen as his life began to fade away.  We
kept on strangling the boy.  I think the last thing he felt was
me shooting inside him.  Cum leaked out of him as I milked every
last drop down his cavity.  As my dick began to shrink, I pushed
him off and he fell to the ground.  Dead.

My dick was wet with blood, cum and shit.  I looked over at Steph
who was eyeing it with fascination.

"Let me take care of that."

She knelt down on his corpse and cleaned me off with her mouth.
I tried to get hard, but I just couldn't manage it so soon after
giving the boy his sendoff.  Still, she was good to her word.
She sucked and licked me dry as I patted her head and gave her
words of encouragement.

" You earned this.  Now you get to go through each day
remembering how much you hurt him and how good it felt.  I'm so
glad I could share this moment with you.  I love you.  We're
gonna do this again.  We can do anything."






More to come, but please let me know what you think by
emailingpaulharggus@gmail.com
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