Perverts 'R' Us

Age of Consent: Part 1

By Loki925 ( pedo, M/g+, dog )

This story is pure fiction and does not resemble anything or anyone in reality, whatever that is.

My name is Sam Cokard and I love my country. Why, you ask? It's simple. The age of consent in my country is nine and I have three charming little girl friends. Their names are Sue, nine-and-a-half, a true pixie with blond hair and blue eyes. Carrie, a brown haired beauty, just ten, and Jean, a nine-and-a-half year old red-head, a cute slightly freckled face doll. I also have a Dalmatian and his name is Max.

Why have a dog? Well the girls love him and he loves them back, if you catch my drift.

Carrie and Jean also do Bob, who lives just down the street. I don't mind, for they always see me first. I think it's good of old Bob to accept sloppy seconds. Sue is all mine and sleeps with me six days out of seven. I know her mom. Her name is Patty and we are good friends.

Patty dances at the Geezers Club. She wants to tie the knot with me, but I just let Max tie his knot with her. No way I am ever going to get married, especially to a twenty-three-year-old. But every so often, I throw Patty my jimmy-covered bone. Don't want to knock her up, you see. I would rather bone someone else's daughter than have to bone my own.

I treat my little girlfriends well. Some say I spoil them, but what do they know.

Now this is my typical day. I don't work. I made a little dough, added some yeast, and now I have a really big loaf. I manage it wisely and live off the interest.

The alarm goes off. I press the button. It's 7:00 a.m. I kiss Sue on the cheek and she pulls the covers over her head. She loves to sleep, so I give her five minutes more before I send in Max.

Into the bathroom I go. I take my morning piss, wash my hands and brush my teeth. I put up the old brush and I call to Max, "Max, Blanket."

He is well trained. He bites down on the covers and pulls them off of Sue. He jumps on the bed and laps Sue's cutie butt. "Go away Max, go away," Sue cries.

"Pussy, Max, pussy," I tell Max. Max nips Sue's round little ass, and she shrieks, "Max!" But she turns over. In a flash Max's tongue is at her sweet meat. - Lap! Lap!

"Oh Max!" Sue cries. A dog's tongue is perfect for lapping a bald cunt. And four-year- old Max sure does it well. -Lap! Lap!

Max slides his tongue past Sue's sweet lips. Sue opens her legs wide and serves her cunt meat up for Max to eat, eat. -Lap! Lap!

"OH! MAX!" Sue shrieks. -LAP! LAP!

"Down boy, down." I tell Max.

"Please Sam, just one more."

One would lead to two and then ten, so I say, "Sorry Hon, it's bad Tuesday."

She gives me those lost puppy dog eyes. Her charms are sweet but I tickle her small feet.

She giggles, "Stop, stop!"

"A kiss for a stop, then into the shower we go."

A little sad face, "Ok."

She reaches her arms up and I pick Sue up. I fondle her soft butt. "Sam, I love you." Sue sighs.

"Me too." It's not that I love her, but I do love the sex.

Into the shower we go. With water, shampoo and suds we get done in no time at all.

With soft, large towels we dry off. While Sue blow-dries her hair I get dressed and go to the kitchen. I open the box. Not that box, the icebox, or if you prefer the refrigerator. I take out the OJ. Not the guy, the juice. I take out a packet of frozen waffles and toss them on the counter. I take out the milk and whipped butter.

I pour the juice and milk into glasses. I pop the waffles into the six-slice toaster. I put out two plates and haul down the syrup. Sue walks in and the waffles pop up. Sue fluffs her skirt to make sure I see her bare butt. She is such a tease.

With some idle chitchat, we finish breakfast. I put Max out to bark at the day. Then it's out to the car and off to Sue's school. We park a block from the place and walk. Sue just loves to flaunt her prize. That's me of course. I am 6' 2", with brown hair and dark eyes, in good shape, and at 29 most little girls think I am a handsome hunk.

Hand in hand we walk the last block. Sue frowns at the girls who toss me the look.

You know that look, don't you? Well it's the old 'Fuck me' look. We arrive at the school door. Sue gives me a sweet, pink lipstick kiss. In to the school she goes, and off to the gym I leave.

Body, mind, and cock; oops soul. At the gym there are always one or two eleven-year-old sluts. They are looking for a guy to set their hook. They are good for a quick suck, but be warned; don't take them out the gym door. They will have you in a lock before you can say 'I don't'.

I go in to the gym and change my clothes. I work out for two hours, take a good steam, shower and get dressed. I pick up a newspaper and head back to the old ranch. I go to my study, which is the second of three bedrooms. I sit at my computer desk, press the button, wait and wait. Well it's not that long, but 'glass' is truly shitty software, and it has more holes than Swiss cheese.

I check my stocks. All are doing fine, even the risky one I just bought. I check the clock. It's time to go, so I close up shop. Out to the car and down the road. Ten minutes later I pull into the pick up lane at Jean's school. Five minutes later she opens the car door, gives me a hug, and it's off to the Quickie Motel we go.

We get some really good dogs. No not those dogs, hotdogs, or franks if you prefer. Ten minutes later we are stripping in our room. Jean hops on the bed and opens her legs. Yum, dessert!

Let's see, there is the Vulva da vulva. The venires-mons, the labia majora, and the minora, the prepuce; screw that shit. I suckled her tiny clitoris, clit for short. I just love the way a little girl's pussy tastes. (Prepuce for all that may not know is the clitoral hood.)

Remember folks to keep your little girl's pussy full of cock at least two times a day. It will aid in her comfort and increase her enjoyment, if you keep her stretched. This little message was brought to you by the eight-and-one-half, by two-and-one-half, cock association. Oops, that's me.

Where was I? Oh yes, eating my dessert, Jean's little bald pussy of course. Screaming, flaying, Jean is at it again. Her juices, not the drinking juice, pussy juice which tastes much better, sprays my face. I just love to make little girls cum.

I place myself over Jean's girlish body. I lower my lips to hers giving her a taste of her own juice. "I love you," Jean smiles.

"Me too." (See Above.)

I tongue fuck her little mouth. I place my hard cock to her bald pussy lips, and get ready for the tube ride. Tickets, get your tickets here! Tickets for the greatest ride on Earth, the little girly tube ride. Sorry sir, this ride is already full.

My cock head mashes her small cervix, tickling her G-spot. No G-spot debate today, please. Her little lips pucker around my cock. As I slide out of her little tube, her pussy squeezes my cock. In and out I go. Ride that pussy, boy, ride it hard, yee-haa!

"Harder Sam, Harder!" My little Jean screams. I am an obliging kind of guy, so I ream her little tube harder. The little girly tube ride, greatest ride on Earth.

Little Jean screams! Flops and flays! My semen shoots out my own little tube, into her little womb. The horde sounds the charge and the sperm lead the way. It is a valiant charge against all odds. Sperm die by the millions but press on. Poor sperm, soon they will be all dead.

A brief moment for the dead sperm. They did not know their egg quest was in vain, but heroes they are. They valiantly died, to a man, in their useless quest. No ovulation here, folks.

I toss Jean a pair of clean, cotton white panties. Can't have her dripping all over the school. She slips them on, adjusts the crotch, and glows in the orgasm aftermath. I take Jean back to her school and back to the homestead I go.

I read the paper. It's the same old stuff. A little war here, a little war there. What do you think folks, will we ever get it right?

I check out the personals. I pass by the girl, girl to boy, boy and the bisexual and go to the girl seeks male. I peruse through them and find the usual stuff. I fold up the paper. It's 2:15 p.m. Back out to the car and off to Carrie's school I go.

I pick up Carrie but she seems unhappy. I should ask her what's wrong, but I don't want to get caught in the old bear trap. I park the car and we go into the house. When I lock the door the trap is set. "Sam," Carrie asks, "Do you think I am too old?" -Trap, trap.

"Of course not, hon. What makes you think that?" -Trap, trap.

"It's Bob. He said I was too old and he won't have sex with me unless---"

Come on girl, get it out.

"Unless I let him spank my butt!" The trap is half sprung.

Why Bob, you old pervert, slapping little girls' butts.

"You don't think I am too old, do you Sam?"

"No, of course not." Hook line and sinker. - SPRUNG!

Carrie smiles. "Then can I stay with you till 8:30?"

Can he do it, can the great Cokard get out of this trap? "Sure. But you have to do me a small favor."

It's the counter offer.

"Sure, anything for you."

The counter trap.

"Give Max some of your sweet pussy."

A frown! "I don't know. Are you sure he won't hurt me?"

"Of course not. You'll love it."

"Ok Sam, just for you."

Let's hear it for the great Cokard! He is out of the trap and is about to create a new beastie girl. Well he is not out exactly but it is a compromise, so we can call it a win.

I open the back door and call, "Max."

Tale a wagging he runs into the house. "Good boy."

Carrie is already out of her clothes, legs spread wide on the coach. "Pussy Max, pussy."

Max sure loves to lick little girl pussy. -Lick! Lick!

With his wide tongue Max spreads Carrie sweet pussy lips. -Lick! Lick!

"Are you ready, Carrie?"

"Uh hua---" She answered.

"Down Max, down."

Carrie turns over and lets her knees drop to the floor and spreads her legs wide.

"Fuck pussy, Max."

Up he goes, his pink boner out searching for Carrie's little pink hole. Contact, we have contact! Dog cock in little girl's cunt. Max adjusts. He has fucked many a little cunt. He drives his rear into Carrie's rear end. -Hump! Hump!

"I did it; I did it, I got all of his cock in me. Oh Max, fuck me!"

What's the big deal? Max is only 7. Not years, inches. I guess it's his plum size knot.-Hump! Hump!

Max is glad to oblige. To him a cunt's a cunt. Hard and fast as lightning Max pumps his cock and plum sized knot in Carrie's little hole.- Ye-doggie! Hump! Hump!

"Oh Max, you're making me cu----!!!" cried the new beastie girl.

Max's balls twitch and he fills his new bitch with hot dog cum.

"It burns, it burns OH! OH!" (PS. Dogs have a higher body temperature than humans.)

Deep in Carrie's pussy. "All right you guys, lets make some puppies."

"Yeah! Dog sperm."

"Ra! Ra!"

"Charge! Get those eggs!"

"Time out!" the referee called.

"What do you mean time out? We have to make those puppies."

"Sorry guys, wrong species."

"Oh Crap, not another human!"

"OH! Max I am-----!!" Carrie cried.

Oops. Got to run and pick up sweet Sue. I give Carrie a kiss and say, "Enjoy."

"Oh Sam, you were right. I love you."

"Me too." (See Above.)

I pick up Sue and on the drive home I tell her about Carrie and Bob. "Well," Sue said angrily, "we will just have to deprive that old fart of any young pussy." (PS. Treat your little girls well or you will find yourself in a bad light on the little girly grapevine.)

Poor Bob is dead. He will be lucky if he can find any pussy under the age of fifteen. He can always try the personals where there is always an advertisement that reads, "Nine year old, will take all cocks, be at 2703 N first street at 3:30 p.m."

At fifty-five, Bob will be lucky if he gets sloppy sixtieth.

"You know Sam," Sue said, "I flashed my ass at three guys today. I've been a bad girl. Don't you think that deserves at least ten whacks?"

"At least."

When I get home Sue and Carrie have a pussy eat-in. Carrie fucks Max and I fuck Sue.

Jean drops by at 7 p.m. I giver her a quick fuck and order Chinese. We all sit down in the nude and have a nice dinner.

At 8:30 p.m., I drop Jean off and then Carrie. Carrie reminds me her sister will be nine in ten days time and could I please pop Vicky's cherry? Sure I say, but only if Vicky asks me.

Carrie hands me a note. It reads, "Dearest Sam Cokard, please pop my cherry." Signed Vicky Garvin. I guess I will have to add one more little girl to my harem. I'm not worried. Between me and Max I am sure we can fulfill all their sexual needs and desires.

I return home with Sue and give her ten deserved whacks. Her bare bottom is quite red, but I hear her cry, "Please Sam, I have been such a bad girl. A few more!"

Whack! Whack! Whack!

"Oh Sam---!"

Sue wraps her legs around my waist.

"Fuck me now Sam. Fuck me hard!"

Sam grabbed Sue's red ass cheeks---.

Excuse me folks. You have the vote. You do vote, don't you? Well never the less keep our petition drive alive. We must get the age of consent down to eight.

"Ah!" Sam thought as he fucked Sue's pussy hard, "I do love my country."

"I love you, Sam."

"Me too." (See Above.)

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The End.

Email: loki925@hotmail.com