Perverts 'R' Us

A Little Bit Country

By Boy O' Boy ( M/b, M/m/b, T/g, incest, pedo )

The following story involves pedophilia and incest. If you are too young in years or mentality to read such fiction, I suggest you go to the library and check out the "Dick and Jane" series of school texts. If, however you like erotic prose, unzip, get comfy and let your mind revel in the story written below.

I was on a trip that summer. Well, not a trip exactly, I had an appointment in a little Ozark town. I'm a salesman by trade. I took a shortcut onto a gravel road that would cut off about 5 miles of my trip. I'd been raised in the country so gravel roads were not intimidating to me. I could hit those twists and turns at a high rate of speed, throwing gravel and summer dry dust in a big plume behind my little compact car with abandon. It gave me a bit of a thrill as if I was on a private racecourse and I could go as fast as I pleased.

I rounded a sharp curve, heart racing a bit with exhilaration when I saw it. Right in the middle of the road was a large rock protruding up from the gravel. If I'd been driving a pickup truck or a farm tractor I wouldn't have had a worry. I couldn't stop. I couldn't swerve out of the way. I just had to hope my clearance was enough not to scrape bottom. Fat chance. I heard the screech of metal against rock and I gritted my teeth. Maybe I'd be lucky and it would just scratch the drive train housing I thought.

I checked in my rearview mirror as I continued on and saw the dark trail of oil following me. Shit! The rock had opened up the underside of my car like a can opener. I wondered how far I could make it until the car stopped. Maybe there would be a farm or house or something up ahead. God knows I hadn't seen much of anything but barbed wire and buzzards since I'd turned onto this desolate road. . I pretty much knew I wouldn't make it the five miles to town.

As I rounded the next bend I spied a narrow, overgrown private road off to my right. My car died before I could make the turn but I was close enough. I pushed the car off the road a bit so anybody who came by could squeeze through then I started walking. I ignored the "No Trespassing" sign. That was for hunters, I figured. It was August and it was hot. Not only was it hot, it was so humid that I couldn't tell sweat from the dampness on my body. This was the Midwest, after all. Those little gnats that somehow find you in milliseconds hovered before my face darting into my eyes and trying to invade my nasal passage as they so expertly did. Bug Haru Kari.

The road was long and I was panting as I walked farther than I'd ever anticipated I would have to. Just as I was about to give up and turn around I spied a plume of gray/white smoke over the next ridge. Civilization at last! I silently cried to myself. Most country folk are pretty accommodating and I figured I'd get a ride to the nearest garage if not to the town itself. As I strode up the rise I saw the house. Calling it a house was a huge overstatement. It was more like a lean-to with windows. It hadn't seen a coat of paint since it was built, I'm certain. The porch sagged and the roof leaned. Yet, it was inhabited that I knew for sure. The plume of smoke emanating from the chimney evidenced that.

I was coming through the tree-covered shadows and looking into the sunlit clearing of the yard. It took me a minute to focus my eyes on the scene before me. Out in the yard was a young boy. He was running around trying to catch a butterfly. That wasn't unusual for a country kid. What was unusual was that he didn't have one stitch of clothing on. He wasn't even wearing shoes. His barefoot-hardened soles were immune to rock and stick. I harkened back to my own childhood where I did the same thing.

The boy was probably 4 or 5 years old. He was thin as a rail, yet he was a very handsome young boy with a mop of copper red hair falling over his eyes. His all-over tan told me he'd worn pants very seldom out here. And why should he have to? I reasoned. His little boy penis was uncut and hung over his acorn-sized scrotum. I licked my lips involuntarily.

I stared with a bit of lust in my heart. Naked little boys did that to me. My dick reacted with a twitch all on its own. I was enjoying the view when I spied a movement on the porch. There was a dilapidated porch swing hidden in shadow in the middle of the overhang. On it sat a man of about 35 or so. He had rust red-colored hair and a three or four-day growth of beard. He too was totally nude, save the requisite baseball cap pulled down over his eyes. I gasped as I looked. I don't shock easily, but this guy succeeded very well by doing absolutely nothing.

He was lying on his back with one leg bent up on the swing and the other foot on the porch floor. Hanging off his lowered leg was the biggest cock I'd seen in my life. It had to be 8 or 9 inches long and was not hard. The ample foreskin hung loosely over the head giving it the look of some erotic turtle neck. Even at a distance I could see the blue veins protruding along the shaft and under the foreskin. I licked my lips unconsciously at the thought of trying to put that cock as far into my waiting throat as it could go. His balls were in proportion to his dick size. The term "bull balls" came to mind, but I think any bull would have blushed in embarrassment at the comparison. They hung low in their sack.

I watched as he absentmindedly scratched them and wished it were my hand doing the fondling. His testicles laid on the porch swing with ample scrotum left over so that they resembled two potatoes left over in a 5-lb. potato sack. I stood where I was for some minutes memorizing every detail. .

I remained hidden in the shadows. As I took in the scene before me I spied two more children. The first was a boy about 12 or 13, likewise nude. He had a very promising hang on him too. My mouth began to water at the thought of all those dicks dangling mere yards away. I loved boy-dicks. They were so damn tasty. I also loved man-cock.

I'd been taught that from a very early age and never tired of sucking new ones any chance I got. My philosophy is, there's no dick too young or too old, too small or too big. All they have to be is willing and of course, clean. Don't get me wrong, a little honest man or boy-sweat is always a turn-on to me. Natural smells are great; God's aphrodisiac. Two or 3-day-old funk is a total turn-off for me, however.

The third and last child was a young girl of about three. Need I say she was nude too? I watched her navigate the rickety old steps and go over to the reclining man. My mouth dropped as I saw what she did next. With no hesitation whatsoever she lifted the man's snake-like flaccid cock and put the uncircumcised head of it into her mouth. The man patted her head and sat up, spreading his legs wide for easier access. He leaned back and put his arms on the back of the swing. The baby girl suckled on the man's cock for a few minutes. I watched intently as it grew beyond anything I could imagine.

My attention was taken away momentarily by a movement on the porch steps. There was the 13-year old boy holding onto his cock and leaning down looking at it intently. "Nothing strange for a 13-year-old to do," I thought to myself. He had a beginning patch of sandy pubes sprouting. His legs were spread wide and his balls hung low over the step, dangling invitingly. He was definitely his father's son. His dark red hair shone in the sunlight.

What he did next was rare. He lowered his head as he brought his half-hard boy cock to his lips. I watched in disbelief as he easily pushed half of his cock into his mouth and began his self-sucking routine. I'm sure he had done this many times before. What was surprising was the fact that his father was sitting a few feet away watching. These kids obviously had few sexual barriers. In fact, I'd about bet his father was the one who taught him by example or deed just how to suck his own cock. My mind was filled with erotic ideas as my eyes took in the perverse home life before me. This family obviously did not have uninvited visitors so they did as they pleased.

I felt my cock lengthening against my tight Levi's. I rubbed my crotch and salivated. I don't know how long I stood there watching. I wasn't keeping time. I knew that my cock was at full attention now and I never wanted the scene before me to end. Just as I was in a state of revelry I was brought back to the present by the creaking of a door. I looked to see a middle-aged blond woman come out onto the porch. The man scowled at her and using a dismissive wave of his hand said something I couldn't quite make out. This was obviously his wife. She turned back towards the door and disappeared inside. I was sure she had witnessed her husband molesting the children for many years. She reappeared with a can of beer for her lecherous mate and went back inside never to reappear. She barely glanced at her toddler daughter sucking her husband's cock. Other than the fact that the scene was entirely depraved, it could have been a painting of a pastoral setting.

The little girl came off her father's cock and I saw him whisper something to her. She went over to her older brother on the stoop and in a loud child-like voice said, "Skew me Dawell". I interpreted it to be, "Screw me, Darrell."

The boy raised his head up off his cock and smiled at the girl. He spread his legs wider and grasped the girl around her narrow waist. She spread her legs as she was shifted sideways and lifted over his now stiff teen cock as if she was mounting a pony. She giggled as he lowered her onto the head of his penis. Her hands came down between her legs and I guessed she was guiding the familiar probe into her tiny cunt. She wiggled her butt to help accommodate the too-big cock into her slit. Even if he had fucked her many times before, it was obvious this little girl's pussy needed some stretching in order to take even a teen boy's cock. My mind went wild with the thought of her father attempting the same thing. Had he? I wondered. I was certain he had probed it with his massive cock more than a few times. How successful he was didn't matter. My cock was oozing pre-cum like a faucet by now.

I watched in awe as the boy's cock spread the tiny girls' labia wider and wider. She squealed and giggled with great pleasure. I mentally measured the boy's cock, half of it was buried inside the toddler now and it wasn't slowing down. His hands were over the girl's chest and I watched as he pulled her little reddened nipples mercilessly. This only added to the girl's carnal pleasure. She squirmed and cooed. The last inch of the boy's dick was inside the girl now. He hefted her up and it slid part way out and then with the help of gravity it slid up inside the tight wetness. Over and over again boy and girl played the same erotic incestuous dance on the steps.

My eyes veered left and I saw the father watching the two intently. His cock was now at full attention. If I was in awe before, it was nothing to what I was feeling now. I can truthfully say I'd never seen a cock as long or as nasty looking as this man's. In porn pictures or up close and personal, nothing compared even remotely to this fuck machine. The veins protruded and the cowl that covered the head was beginning to glisten with thick pre-cum. Most uncut men ooze a lot more pre-cum than do those who are circumcised. It's a natural lubricant. I watched as he slowly pulled the skin back and forth over the rounded head, all the while watching his baby girl being fucked by her big brother. Each time he brought his hand back up he squeezed more pearl drops of pre-cum out of the piss slit. He spread his legs wider and his balls dropped off the edge of the swing and dangled there provocatively.

I saw his arm rise up and the 5-year-old boy came bouncing up onto the low porch bypassing the stairs that were blocked by his older brother and baby sister. He ran up between his father's legs and held onto the big cock, looking expectantly at his father. The man's hands grabbed the boys' tiny ass mounds and squeezed them together and then apart. I could see the boy's pink pucker as if it was a pale beacon in the bright sunlight. His smooth hairless ass looked mouthwateringly good to me. The man's thick finger captured some of his pre-cum on the tip. He brought it to the little boy's anus and rubbed the crease of the boy's ass a few times, pausing at his tight little hole, probing it gently.

After a few minutes of this he lifted his son onto his thighs. The boy blocked my vision momentarily. I saw the man's big hands reach under his armpits as he lifted him up. The boy balanced himself on the swing with his feet leaving his legs spread wide. I saw dad's face lean forward and had to assume he was sucking the boy's immature penis. Talk about penis envy. I felt my mouth salivate even more now. I wished it were my mouth suckling that boy's uncut baby penis. I'm a pedophile, if you hadn't figured that out by now.

I watched as the man rose off the seat and laid the boy down on it. He had the boy lift his legs and hold them wide with his hands under his knees. He did it without instruction, a sure sign he had done it many times before. The man pointed his massive cock at the boy and I watched as he pushed and grunted until the skin covered head was no longer visible. It had entered the boy's anus. I heard no cries of pain, no protests. The boy was used to this it was obvious. Once the man had a few inches of his cock buried up the boy's asshole he lifted him up and had him wrap his little arms around his neck. He stood erect and let gravity help him impale his own flesh and blood.

I could now get a better idea of the build on this country letch. He was tall and lean. He had a tuft of dark red curly hairs on his chest and a trail that led to his ample pubic bush. The dime sized nipples were a dark brown color, not pink. This was always sexy to me. His legs were lean but muscular. He obviously worked and walked a lot. He had a white tan line where he must have worn briefs or shorts while he did his farm work. It only highlighted his massive cock and balls and his tight muscular ass cheeks. He grabbed his beer and walked over to watch his older son fucking his baby girl. As he carried his young son his cock moved in and out of his ass with each step. I could see the lecherous look on his face as he reveled in the intense feelings.

He drank his beer slowly, as if he was at a family picnic and was in charge of watching his kids. His cock visibly throbbed, so did mine. I could now watch all four of them as they engaged in the most depraved of all sexual acts and the one that made my cock throb more than anything else ever could; that of a father having mutually gratifying sex with his children.

I guess I was so enthralled in watching that I paid little attention to what I was doing. As I took a step forward to get a closer look, a twig snapped like a gunshot. The man's head jerked up and he looked directly at me. His eyes narrowed as he tried to focus on me in the shadows. I know that if he'd had a gun in his hand instead of a beer I'd have been buried on the back forty before sundown. As it was, he stared in my direction, probably thinking of what his next move might be. I was caught so I came out of hiding. I was wearing very tight Levi cutoffs and my cock was completely visible under the fabric. A dark wet spot told him of my arousal. I strode up to the porch and smiled a nervous smile. He was still suspicious I could tell.

"I'm sorry to bother you." I said lamely. "My car broke down and I was looking for a way to get into town. I didn't mean to intrude."

There was dead silence.

The irony of the scene before me did not go unnoticed. Here was a father with his cock buried part way up his little boy's ass while his oldest son was fucking his baby daughter. None of them made a move to cover up or to hide what they were doing. It was as if a still photo had been taken in time. I rubbed my raging boner and the man's eyes darted to my crotch. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock, which was still impaling his young son. His balls hung loosely in a low hanging sack. They looked even larger close up. I licked my lips in appreciation and maybe a little anticipation.

I think pedophiles have a sixth sense about these things and not much needed saying other than what was already abundantly obvious. He liked fucking kids. I liked fucking kids. What's to discuss? Gradually I saw a knowing smile cross his face. I managed to relax enough to again rub my cock and grope my balls. He winked at me. That gave me the permission I'd been waiting for. I unbuttoned my Levis and let them drop where I stood. My cock sprang up.

He motioned with his head for me to advance to where his older son and young daughter were still engaged in the act of incestuous intercourse. I was a foot from the girl now and she reached out and grasped my cock. I leaned my hips forward and watched as she sucked the head of it into her tiny pink lips. This girl had sucked more than daddy and brother, I was certain. The father inched closer so he could watch too. My face was pretty much at his baby boy's ass level so I could see the impossibly thick cock spreading his little anus to the limit. Yet the boy smiled a sleepy-eyed almost hypnotic smile.

He was in some sort of sexual stupor that only having a cock the size of his father's baseball bat buried in his anal canal could satisfy. I leaned in and began licking the dad's exposed cock and balls. There was enough still remaining outside the little boy's ass for a banquet. He moaned and shifted forward a bit to give me better access. A 3-year-old girl was sucking me while her older brother fucked her. I was watching a father fucking his 5-year-old son in the ass as I licked the pre-cum and ass slime off his cock and balls. I was in pedophile heaven.

I knew I wouldn't last long. I could already feel my balls churning and cum beginning its swift journey up my urethra and into the hoyden's waiting mouth. She gulped and swallowed time after time as I spurted my white sperm into her. I heard her brother grunt at the same time and watched as he shoved her down onto his swollen cock so that it looked like this little girl had a set of nice sized balls dangling from her girl-pussy. It was so perverted that I kept squirting. I watched his cum dribble out of her cunt and dangle in thick globs before it dripped off his balls onto the stairs.

I heard a low grunt and I looked up at the father. He had half of that enormous cock up inside his toddler son now and I could see his urethra spasm with each spurt of his man-cum. I heard the sloshing sounds as he reamed the boy's hole that was now filled to overflowing with white slime. I licked and swallowed every drop that squeezed out of his hole that I could and waited for more.

The boy was quiet; panting with eyes half-closed. He was in a child-orgasm. I watched his father's sinewy hand masturbate him to fulfillment as my tongue lapped at the boy's wet and swollen asshole. His legs twitched as his belly rose and fell in deep rhythm. At last, with one final shiver, he went limp. I watched in awe as the snake of a cock softened and slowly exited the boy. Dad was lifting the boy up slowly and the slime-shiny member kept on coming out. When would it end? I had to think.

Soon I saw the flared corona at the boy's anus. With a loud wet plop, it slid free and fell over the man's balls and lay there spent. The foreskin shone with spent cum and boy-juices. I again licked my lips. I reached up and grasped it around the middle and aimed it at my hungry tongue. The taste of man-cock, cum and boy-juices sent me into a world of perversion few men know. I sucked the remaining cum up and out of his long prick and savored the taste before swallowing. He grunted his appreciation.

Nothing was said for several minutes. We all stayed pretty much as we had when we all reached our respective orgasms. We were brought into the present by the little girl's voice.

"Happy daddy, fun Dawell, good Ernest. Pretty Emmalee." came the simple innocent statement as she named her family, including herself.

She was letting her siblings and daddy know that she approved of the playtime they'd just had; playtime that she had been brought up to not only expect, but to love. She was addicted to her father and brother's sexual advances. I'd seen it a hundred times before. Once a child experiences the pleasure of sexual orgasm and fondling like no other but a pedophile can give them, they begin to crave it. This girl was no exception. Her hands were pushing into her tiny crevice stuffing her brother's softening cock as far into her as she could. He began to rub her infantile clitoris. She shivered and leaned back onto his chest as he diddled her wet cunt. She was reaching her baby orgasm quickly and my cock was responding to the lewd scene before me. She squealed her satisfaction as her whole body shook violently.

Pedophiles recover quickly from orgasm, especially if there are children doing nasty perverted things in front of them. I could feel my pulse quickening. I absent-mindedly groped my cock and squeezed a drop of latent cum from the glans. It hung there for a bit before it dripped onto the dust in the front yard. I stepped forward and grasped the man's hanging cock. The wetness was becoming sticky now as half-dried semen and ass juices coated it. I opened my mouth and began sucking on his cock again. The surge of sexual energy I was feeling went through my body like an electric shock. I was breathing hard. I felt his cock expanding.

His youngest son clung to his father like a small monkey with legs and arms wrapped securely around him. The young boys' asshole was right at my face level and I reveled in the softness as it nestled on my nose while I sucked his father. The fresh smells of boy-sex filled my nostrils. The softness of his tiny butt cheeks caressing my face was intoxicating. His asshole began to dribble cum down my nose and onto my waiting lips. I savored the flavors. It was pure aphrodisiac to any pedophile. I shivered with the perverted sensation. More and more of the man's cock found its way down into my throat.

I'd learned many years ago to deep-throat a cock, but I wasn't sure I could accommodate this horse dick. I might die trying but I was going to suck as much of it into my hungry mouth as was possible. I needed to taste more cum. As I was sucking him I felt wetness on my cock. I peered down and watched the 13-year-old boy suckle my 7-inch cock. It wasn't as big as his father's, but it was a good mouthful. He took it down to my dark pubes and began sucking it in earnest. I followed his lead and sucked his father. In and out of my mouth and throat the long probe pistoned. I felt it expanding to greater girth. With each movement his toddler boy's swollen asshole rubbed my nose. The wetness made it slide effortlessly along my nasal bridge sending pleasure to both the boy and me. I lapped more oozing juices.

My mouth ached, but I loved that feeling. Ever since I was a kid I could recognize if I was doing a good job for my grown uncle and his friends by how thick their cocks expanded and how much my jaw ached. I was doing a world-class job if I was judging by the aching pain in my mouth muscles. I didn't stop. The teen boy worked my cock harder and faster. He grabbed my balls and squeezed them just enough to add a little pain to the pleasure.

I gasped in pre-orgasm as I felt that familiar tingle surging up from my balls and advancing into my prostate. My asshole quivered and spasmed as cum churned out of my balls and up into my cock. I took one final gasp of much-needed air as I felt the man's cock expand to an impossible thickness. I tasted his salty semen coat my tongue and throat. I held onto his thighs for balance and emptied my balls into his elder son's mouth.

The wet sucking sounds filled the porch as man and boy finished their perverted acts. I gulped down the last of the semen coating my lips and tongue and held onto the man for a few more moments until I regained my composure. As his cock became flaccid I let it lay on my tongue. A few more droplets of cum oozed out and I savored the taste. I gave his baby boy one last lick of his cum-coated ass crevice. I swallowed my reward. I felt the coolness of the air around my penis and knew the boy had come off of my cock. I loved that feeling. It was refreshing. I felt my heart pounding in my chest. I was spent.

As if on cue we all sat on the edge of the porch. Nothing much was said. We were recovering from a pretty intense sexual high. But pretty soon the father spoke.

"Glad ya come by." he said in country-speak.

"I am too!" I said excitedly.

"If'n ya want, ya'll kin spend the night here and we'll take a look-see at yer car in th' mornin'." he offered.

I love country people. They are helpful and courteous once they trust you. I nodded my head in agreement. I was wondering what the sleeping arrangements might be. No matter what they were, I knew it would be a night not soon forgotten. As big as his cock was, I just had to feel it fuck my ass at least once before I left this incestuous Eden of boy and man sex.

We watched the sun drop below the tree line as the Midwestern sky turned pumpkin orange and sat quietly listening to the sounds of nature. Despite my car breaking down it was a perfect day after all. Even though I lived in the city now, I'd always remain a little bit country.

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