Perverts 'R' Us
A Canadian Beauty
By Cuckold Wimp John ( M/g, M/F/g, M/F, g/g, inc, pedo, hum, oral, w/s, IR )
I first spotted her at a local supermarket. She was with her mother in the soap aisle. From that point on, I followed them in and out of every aisle they visited. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. She was every bit the girl of my dreams, with long, silky-smooth golden hair, cascading down just past her shoulders, skin as clear as a newborn baby, and the prettiest green eyes and longest lashes I'd ever had the good fortune to view.
I figured her to be about age eight or so, but found out later she had just turned nine. She was clad in a bright pink T-shirt top that seemed a size too small, and its length made it easy to see her cute belly button. She wore white shorts, decorated with small pink stars, and white socks with tennis shoes.
She and her Mom seemed oblivious to my following them all over the store, which was fine with me. Only once or twice did the little beauty turn her head back to notice me, and the second time she did that, she smiled brilliantly, flashing her perfect model-like white teeth in my direction. I smiled back, but kept my cool.
I waited patiently until they entered a checkout counter, then I too entered one, just one row away. They left, the mom pushing a cart that was almost filled to capacity with goods, and I dashed out a moment later.
Much to my elation, I found them in the parking lot, just two cars away from my own. I headed briskly to my vehicle, snapped open the rear hatch, and placed my meager purchases inside. It was just as I was closing the hatch that I heard the sound. The mother had dropped a bag of her groceries. It fell with a sudden plop to the cemented ground directly behind her now opened trunk.
"Oh, no! Damn!" I heard the mother cry out.
I rushed over to where she and the girl were standing. The mom was about to bend over to pick up the goods, none of which were damaged, when I cut in.
"Here," I said politely, playing the Good Samaritan, "let me help you with that."
The mom raised back to her feet, smiled, and said, "Thank you, "I guess I am getting clumsy in my old age."
"Old age?" I quipped. "You don't look a day over twenty," I lied, as I scooped up her provisions and placed them back in the bag securely.
Mom laughed slightly.
"Oh, that's nice to hear," she beamed. "You're not only gallant, but a charming liar as well. I haven't seen twenty in ten years."
"I wish I was twenty!" the girl chimed in. It was the first time I heard her voice, and it was just as sexy and soft as the rest of her.
"Why?" I asked her, as I closed the lid of the trunk. "Why would you want to be twenty?"
She hesitated for a moment before answering.
"Well, then I could do whatever I wanted," she finally replied.
"Oh, and you can't NOW?" I questioned.
"Not really," she said. "I have to go to school, do homework, and yucky stuff like that."
The mother cut in at that point, and extended her hand towards mine. We shook hands, and then she said, "Thank you so much, sir. You're very kind. It was nice of you to help out."
"My pleasure," I told her. "I'm just glad nothing was broken."
"By the way," she continued on, "I'm Ginny Evans, and this little twerp here is my daughter, Mindy." she said with affection.
I then shook hands with Mindy.
"Nice to meet you both," I said. "I'm Roy Huffman, and I'm a teacher at Benedict Arnold Elementary. What school does Mindy attend?"
"Oh, she just started at Our Lady of the Evening elementary. It's a private Christian school," mom stated.
"Yes, I know," I informed her. Then turning to Mindy, I asked, "What grade are you in, Mindy?"
"Fourth," she said softly.
"Well, that's the same grade I teach," I declared. "Don't you like school?" I added, drinking in her beauty as I spoke.
"It's okay, I guess," she shrugged. "I just don't like my teacher too much. He is always trying to look up my skirts, and the boys there are always trying to feel me up."
"MINDY!" her mother shouted out. "That's no way to talk!"
Then Ginny Evans looked at me directly.
"I'm so sorry," she said awkwardly. "This young lady has a mouth on her!"
"That's okay," I chuckled, trying to ease the situation, and wishing at the same time that I was her teacher, or even one of the boys in her class.
Mom quickly changed the subject.
"That's a nice car you have, Roy," she said, motioning to my new black SUV.
"Yes, thank you. I really like it a lot. I just got it a few weeks ago. It runs really nice."
"I am looking for a new car," she admitted. "This one is way too old, and has too many miles on it. I just drove it here a while ago, all the way from Canada, and had to keep my fingers crossed all the way, hoping it would hold up."
"Oh, you're from Canada?" I quipped.
"Yes, we are," she responded. "Niagara Falls, Ontario. It's about ninety miles from Toronto."
It was then that I first noticed the Canadian license plates on her ten-year-old clunker.
"So, you decided to live here in the States?" I asked.
"Oh, no," she answered. "I work for a Canadian-based company that has an office here, and they are having some problems, so I am here to try to straighten things out. It's going to take a while, from what I've seen so far," she added with a long sigh.
"Oh, I see," was all I could think of to say to that.
"And your husband? Does he work there, too?" I asked.
"No, I'm divorced," she informed me. "There is no husband."
"Yeah, Mommy got divorced 'cause Daddy was molesting me all the time!" Mindy popped in with that revelation.
"MINDY, WATCH YOUR MOUTH!" mom yelled at her.
I just stood by quietly, hoping for more information on this!
"Well, it's true!" Mindy yelped. "He was!"
"I'm so sorry," Mom said, somewhat nervously. I could tell she was embarrassed by her daughter's outburst about her ex- husband.
"It IS true," Ginny said at last. "Her father WAS molesting her, and even some of his friends were, as well. It was truly a sad situation. But Mindy doesn't seem to be any the worse for it, so I am happy about THAT at least."
"Well, that's good," I said rather stupidly. I wasn't sure what else, or what more, to say.
"Actually, Roy," Mom went on, "Mindy took to the abuse of her body rather well, You could almost safely say that she enjoyed it at times. Kind of strange, hmm?"
"Did you, Mindy? Did you enjoy your Daddy and his pals molesting you?" I inquired boldly, looking down at the adorable wench.
Mindy bobbed from one foot to the other before replying.
"Sometimes," she disclosed. "I kind of liked it when they put their thingies in me. THAT FELT REAL GOOD!"
Mindy was smiling from ear to ear now.
"That's true," Ginny offered up. "Mindy did like being uh … fucked. Excuse my being so blunt, Roy, but I don't know how else to say it."
"That's quite alright," I said in a voice trying to comfort her. My cock was beginning to grow hard in my pants! "I don't mind that type of language at all. In fact, I find it rather sexy, especially coming from a beautiful lady."
"Really?" Ginny asked in surprise. "Well, I shouldn't talk like that, I don't think, especially to a stranger."
"No, it's fine, really, Ginny," I said.
"Mommy, why don't you invite Roy over for dinner tonight? Then he won't be such a stranger."
"Oh, sweetie," Ginny said to her daughter, "I'm sure that Roy has better things to do than have dinner with two Canadian females."
"As a matter of fact, I don't," I said swiftly. "I'm single, and have no commitments for tonight. So, I would LOVE to join you and Mindy for dinner, if you'll have me."
Both of them smiled brightly.
"Well …. if you're sure you want to," Ginny drawled.
"As I just said, I would LOVE to," I repeated. "Just tell me what time and your address and I will be there, okay?
"Well, okay," Ginny chimed.
"Hooray!" Mindy cried out.
I withdrew a pen from my shirt pocket and wrote down the time and their address on the back of my grocery list.
"Shall I bring anything?" I asked Ginny.
"Just yourself," she told me.
"What about some wine?" I questioned.
"Well, okay, if you want to," she answered. "White would be best. We're having fish. Hope you like salmon."
"I do," I informed her.
"I don't!" Mindy spoke out. "It smells like PUSSY!"
"MINDY BETH EVANS, YOU WATCH YOUR MOUTH! I'm not going to tell you again!" her mom warned her.
"Well, it DOES!" Mindy said, giggling profusely.
Ginny and I shook hands again, and I headed for my SUV, ginning all the way home. I couldn't wait to see what tonight might bring!
CHAPTER TWO
I had no trouble finding their house. It was in a nice middle-class neighborhood, and once inside, I handed over the bottle of white wine, and also a box of chocolates, to Ginny. Mindy tried to get at the chocolates, but her mother shooed her away.
I was then escorted by Ginny to their living room and took a seat on a lounge chair. Mindy sat across from me on the sofa.
"I have to get back in the kitchen," Ginny said. "So, just make yourself comfortable and I'll let you know when dinner is ready, okay?"
"Fine," I replied.
The TV was turned on to a news broadcast and I pretended to watch it while Mindy was busy staring at me, and wriggling about on the sofa, occasionally showing me flashes of her very cute panties, which I could see out of the corners of my eyes, as she fussed around on the sofa. She had changed her clothing from the T-shirt and shorts I had seen her in earlier, to a rose colored top and a very short and very tight-clinging navy blue skirt. The panties, what I could see of them, appeared to be of a canary yellow color. We both sat there in silence for a few minutes, and then Mindy spoke.
"Do you like watching the news, Roy?" she asked me, still wiggling around on the sofa.
"Sometimes," I said.
"I don't," she said.
"Oh, and what do you like to watch, cartoons?" I asked
"No, silly! she giggled. "I like to watch the movies that my Daddy has."
"Oh, and what are they about?" I inquired with interest.
From what I had gathered so far from our meeting in that supermarket parking lot, I could well imagine what type of movies they might be, and I was right!
"They're all about adults and kids fucking and sucking," she told me flatly, smiling big as she said it.
I tried not to be shocked, which I wasn't of course.
"I see," I said. "Did your Mom know that you watched those kind of films?"
"Yes," she quipped promptly. "I don't know if she liked me watching them with Daddy and his friends, but she never tried to stop me from seeing them."
"Well, that's good," I mumbled, as my prick began to grow in my pants. "What did you like best about those movies, Mindy?"
"Um, I dunno," she replied, "all of it, I guess. But I think I liked when the grown-ups fucked the kids mostly. Some of the men in those movies had really BIG thingies!"
Then she giggled some more.
My cock was now throbbing!
"So, you like big thingies, do you?"
"Uh huh," she confessed. "Do YOU have a big thingy, Roy?" she wanted to know.
"I guess it's pretty big," I told her. "In fact, it's getting big right now."
"Really?" she squealed. "Can I see it?"
"Well, I guess so," I said daringly, "but only if you call it by its right name, which is 'cock' and not 'thingy', and also only if you are sure your Mom won't mind."
"Okay," she cooed. "I will call it COCK from now on, and no, I don't think Mommy would mind at all."
"You're certain of that?" I asked again.
"Uh huh," she mewed. "Now, show it to me like you promised you would. Show me your COCK, Roy!"
Being more daring than I'd ever been in my entire 32 years on earth, I undid my belt, unzipped my pants, and let them fall to my ankles. I wasn't wearing any underwear. When my nine-inch rod protruded outward and caught Mindy's eye, she gasped a bit.
"Wow, it IS a big one!" she screeched. "Can I touch it?"
"If you want to, Mindy," I told her, almost breathlessly.
She leaped from the sofa and dashed over to where I was seated, now nude from the waist down, with my legs widely apart. She dropped to her knees on the shag rug and took my cock into both her hands, caressing it and rubbing it, like it was some sort of magical device. Her gorgeous eyes were glued to my dick as she soon began to stroke it.
I just sat back in awe, assuming I was in heaven or some other place of paradise!
She took her eyes off of my prick and looked up me, still caressing my shaft expertly.
"Want me to jerk it for you?" she mewed softly. "I know how."
"I'd rather have you SUCK it, sweet stuff," I told her in a brave tone. "Do you know how to do THAT?"
"Uh huh," she smiled.
A fleeting moment later she had half of my pulsating dick in her sweet and sensuous little mouth. Her small hands toyed with my swollen balls as she sucked my cock with fervor and enthusiasm! I was beside myself with ecstasy! I was moaning and grunting as she inhaled more and more of my rod into her undersized mouth. I could not perceive how she could get so much of my firm tool in such a tiny mouth!
She fondled my nuts admirably and I was just about to shoot off when the voice of her mother called out from the entrance to the living room, announcing that dinner was ready.
It was then, as if awakened from a wonderful dream, that I opened my eyes and saw Ginny standing only some twenty feet or so away.
I was at a loss for words, and the only thing in my mind was a vision of me in a prison cell! I wanted to say something, but couldn't find any words to utter! Ginny watched her cute nine-year-old suck on my cock for another few seconds before finally speaking out.
"Hurry up and make him cum," she said to her cocksucking daughter, "or our dinner will get cold."
Then she turned and headed back to the kitchen.
I closed my eyes again, breathed a sigh of relief, as Mindy continued with the superb sucking of my fuck tool. She played ever so wonderfully with my balls, and even shoved one finger of her left hand up my asshole as she brought me to a grand and rewarding climax. Much to my amazement she swallowed my entire load of spunk, wasting not a drop!
As I sought to catch my breath, the little minx kissed the head of my cock and licked it clean. She did the same with my balls as I swooned with glee and rapture!
Once I caught my breath, I stood up and pulled up my pants and zipped my fly. Mindy looked on from her kneeling position as I did this. Then she too rose to her feet.
"Did I suck you okay?" she wanted to know.
"OH, Jesus, YES!" I exclaimed. "You are a FABULOUS cocksucker, honey!"
Then, hand in hand Mindy and I headed for the kitchen.
Once we were seated, I felt obligated to say SOMETHING to Ginny about what just happened in the living room, but I was truly at a loss for words. However, Mindy certainly wasn't!
"Roy said I sucked his cock good, Mommy!" Mindy said proudly to her mother as I took a sip of wine.
I almost spit it out when I heard that!
"Did she, Roy?" Ginny asked in a nonchalant voice.
"Uh .. yes, she sure did," I said. "It was VERY good, in fact."
"And did you give Mindy a large dosage of cum?" Ginny wanted to know, as she passed me the peas.
"Well, uh, ..yes, I did," I relied, still a bit nervous.
"Good. And did she swallow it all?" Ginny went on.
"Yes. Yes, she did," I informed her. "I .. I, ..uh, I just hope you didn't mind Mindy …uh, sucking my cock."
"Not at all, Roy," Ginny responded, forming a smile on her winsome face. "Ever since Mindy was first molested by her dad and his friends, she has had a resounding need for cock. In her ass, her mouth, her cunt, it doesn't matter WHERE, and I'm delighted, and also relieved that she finally got some. She hasn't even SEEN a cock since we've been here in the States. I was hoping her teacher would fuck her, or at least have her suck him off, but he hasn't."
"That's 'cause I don't like him!" Mindy interjected. "He's totally GROSS, and he's ugly, too!"
"Well, you seem to like Roy though, don't you, angel?" Ginny asked her daughter.
"OH, YES!" Mindy said quickly. 'Roy is totally way cool, and he has a really nice, big cock, too, Mommy! I like it a lot!"
"Well, I'm glad to hear that," Ginny uttered, still smiling. "Do you want Roy to fuck you, too, sweetheart?"
"Yes, Mommy," Mindy replied sweetly. "I want him to fuck my cunny and my ass both, okay?"
"Well, we'll see," Ginny said, sighing. "I'm sure Roy would be happy to if his cock gets hard enough again after we finish our dinner. Would that be okay with you, Roy, or are you worn out from Mindy's blowjob?"
"Uh, .. no, I'm fine," I replied. "I would be delighted to fuck her. It would be my pleasure, in fact."
"Goody!" Mindy called out with joy.
"Well, if you are certain you are not too tired, Roy. I don't want Mindy making a pest of herself with your cock," Ginny said.
"No, honestly," I said candidly, "I'm fine."
"You know, you can stay the night if you want to," Ginny offered. "You could sleep with Mindy, and fuck her all night long if you wish."
"Uh, sure, that would be fine with me," I told her, wanting to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming! Here I was, in this home, and a lovely mother was almost begging me to sleep with her nine-year-old beautiful daughter and do to her what I would love to do most of all! I couldn't believe it! It was indeed a dream come true for me!
"Would you like for Roy to spend the night with you in your bed, Mindy?" her Mom asked the little wench.
"OH, YES, Mommy!" she blurted out. "That would be so totally cool!"
"Okay, it's settled then," Ginny said. "And you better make sure you please him, Mindy, or he just might never come back."
"I will, Mommy!" she said in delight. "I'll please him real good. I promise!"
CHAPTER THREE
After dinner, which was delicious, all three of us headed to the living room. I returned to the lounge chair and Ginny and Mindy sat side by side on the sofa. I had brought a second glass of wine with me, and was sipping it leisurely when Ginny spoke up.
"Why don't you get your panties and skirt off and sit on Roy's lap, honey?" Ginny said to Mindy. "I'm sure he would enjoy playing with your cunt and ass a little."
I readied myself by stripping completely naked in a flash, and then sat back on the lounge chair.
"Okay, Mommy," Mindy replied, as she jumped off of the sofa and reached down and took off her skirt and her cute yellow panties. Then, she climbed onto my lap.
My eyes feasted on her luscious hairless pussy, and I at once dropped my right hand between her legs. He mom looked on with total approval as I commenced to rub the girl's slit, and when I stuck my middle finger inside that slit, I almost cried out with jubilation! Her cunt was tight and damp, and I fingered it with zeal. I cupped her appealing ass cheeks with my other hand, and let a finger slip up her tense ass hole. Mindy moaned with pleasure.
My prick had no trouble getting firm, and I told Mindy to stroke it and caress it with love, which she did obediently and instantly. She began to stroke it as she had done earlier, and I once more was in a sexual paradise!
"Mmm, Mindy was right, Roy," Ginny commented. "You DO have a beautiful cock. Would you mind if I sucked on it a bit while you finger-fuck Mindy's cunt and asshole?"
"Not at all," I told her, grinning broadly. "Be my guest."
A few seconds later Ginny Evans was on her knees between my legs, and sucking feverishly on my prick, and caressing my nuts, just as her daughter had done earlier.
Ginny was every bit the cocksucker that her sexy daughter was, and I was thrilled to no end by her talented sucking, and when she swirled her lavish tongue around the crown of my rod, I cried out with unbelievable happiness!
I was fingering both of Mindy's lower love holes while her mom slurped away at my dick. It was sheer heaven on earth! I was able to hold off cumming, and Ginny sucked me for about five minutes more before releasing my rod from her sultry mouth. She looked up at me.
"Why don't you fuck Mindy now?" she asked breathlessly. "I'll help guide you in."
I nodded in agreement, my breath coming hard and fast.
I moved Mindy on top of me, and her mom took hold of my engorged dick and began to slide it up into the nine-year-old doll. I shouted out loudly and almost cried when I was inside this sugary beauty's divine pussy. Mindy pushed down and I pushed up, and soon I was in her clear to my balls!
We began to fuck, slowly at first, and then Ginny, still on bent knees, began to lick us both. Ginny's tongue eased over my plunging cock as it thrust in and out of Mindy's quim, and Ginny also took the time to lap away at her daughter's cunt as the fuck went on. She licked us both in a superb manner as we screwed.
As time wore on I increased the pace and the pressure, and by the time I was ready to unload, I was fucking Mindy like a wild man!
"That's it, Roy!" her mom shouted out. "Fuck her HARD and FAST! Screw the little darling as hard as you can! Give it her GOOD!"
"AGGGHHHH … oh, shit, I .. I'm cumming!" I wailed. "This little slut is making me cum!"
"OHHHHH, me too!" Mindy panted. "I'm going to cum, too!"
And we both did, and it was sensational!
Mindy's mom kept licking us both until we were at last spent. Ginny devoured much of my load as it seeped down from her daughter's pussy. It thrilled me to see her do that!
Then, once my cock had plopped out, Ginny cleansed it lavishly with her mouth, and did the same to Mindy's bald cunt. It was glorious!
"Now, for an added treat," Ginny said, grinning up at me.
I had no idea what she meant until she picked Mindy up from my lap and carried her to the bathroom, motioning for me to follow. I did, and I watched with much curiosity as Ginny laid Mindy on her back in the bath tub, removing the girl's top before she did so.
"Piss on her, Roy!" Ginny urged me. "If you are anything like her father and his buddies, I am sure you could use a good piss after that fucking you gave her, true?"
I nodded.
I let Ginny take hold of my spent cock and aim it at her child in the tub. Mindy closed her eyes as I let go with a flow of my golden piss, and before I was done, the little bitch was saturated with it! I had never before pissed on a girl, and I found it most exciting and exhilarating!
Ginny instructed Mindy to shower and we left her in the bathroom to do just that, while we two returned to the living room.
"Did you enjoy pissing on Mindy?" Ginny asked me, as we sat down on the sofa together.
"Yes, very much so," I replied truthfully. "I have never done that type of thing before, but I must admit it is indeed very nice to do. I can't wait to do that again to her."
Ginny smiled.
"Tell me, Roy, have you been with girls Mindy's age before?" she wanted to know.
I decided to be honest with her.
"Yes, a few," I said candidly.
"Mmm, tell me about it," was Ginny's response.
"Well, I've been a pedophile for a number of years now, though I am not sure WHY. I just like young girls, even boys on occasion. I hope that doesn't bother you."
"Not at all," she assured me. "How many have you had, may I ask?"
"Six so far," I admitted. "The youngest was my niece. I had her when she was only five. My sister and her husband wanted me to molest her, to see what it would be like to observe, and so I did."
"And did they like seeing it?" Ginny questioned.
"Yes, very much so," I told her. "They both got off on it, and so I continued molesting the child until she was seven. That is when they moved out of state. I still communicate with them, of course, but haven't SEEN them since they moved. My sister has told me that they have since found other men who now abuse the little whore."
"I am also presently molesting two girls in my current class, as well as one boy, all with their parents' approval, I might add. I also abused a boy in my last year's class, but he has moved now, so I no longer see him. Your gorgeous daughter Mindy is my sixth one."
"Hmm, that's nice. Tell me, what do you do with the boys?" Ginny was anxious to learn.
"Fuck their cute assholes, suck their small cocks, and make them suck mine. The latter being the most enjoyable for me. I do like having a very young lad suck my cock, and even rim my ass."
"Do you think you could possibly arrange for some young boys to sex up Mindy?" she inquired.
"Probably," I told her. "But they would have to be at least of an age where their cocks can get erect, you know?"
"Yes, of course," she replied. "Say, maybe 11 or 12, hmm?"
"Yes, at least," I said. "Would you like me to try to arrange that?"
"If you could, sure," she responded. "I think I would like seeing her used sexually by a group of young boys, gangbang style."
"Yes, I can see where that might prove enjoyable to witness." I agreed.
"So, is that it? Is that ALL you like?" she asked.
"Oh, I like grown women too," I admitted. "But kids are the real deal for me. I also am fond of hurting them."
"Hurting them? How?" she asked, sort of puzzled. "Do you mean by spanking them?"
"Not exactly," I responded. "Spanking is okay, but it's not really a great turn-on for me. I enjoy WHIPPING them, mainly with a strap, cane, or a riding crop. I also love torturing the little sluts, both boys and girls. I really get off seeing them cry, whine, sob, beg, and wail. I love hearing them scream and yell, too."
"Hmm, how interesting," she muttered. "That intrigues me. Would you like doing such things to my Mindy?"
"You bet!" I answered firmly. "I would LOVE whipping her cute ass, and her sweet hairless pussy also. In addition, I'd love to attach clamps to her nipples, and maybe even her clit."
"God, I'll bet ALL THAT would have her wailing and sobbing in no time!" Ginny commented.
"I'm sure it would." I agreed. "I'd have the little slut sobbing and screaming like a wounded animal in heat! Would you object at all to my doing all that to the little bitch whore?"
"I don't think so," she replied calmly. "In fact, I think I just might like seeing that. It does sound quite stimulating."
"Wow, that would be fabulous!" I said. "God, I think I'm getting hard again just thinking of doing her like that!"
"Well, why not do it?" Ginny said in a calm voice. This was one mom who truly thought just as I did, I felt! "She should be out here from her shower soon."
"That would be terrific!" I exclaimed. "Do you have anything around here that I could use on her? All of my pain equipment is at home."
"I have some belts that are pretty harsh-looking, with metal buckles and things like that. Will they do?" she inquired, eager to aid me in the punishing of her child.
"Yes, for now they will," I said. "Why don't you get them, and I'll look them over."
"Okay, Roy," she said, and then she headed for her bedroom. "I'll be right back."
CHAPTER FOUR
Ginny had no sooner headed up the stairs when a bright-eyed, golden-blond-haired, scrubbed-clean Mindy came waltzing into the living room. She was totally nude, except for the white towel she had wrapped around her waist.
"Where's Mommy?" she wanted to know.
"Upstairs," I related to her. "She went to get me some belts."
"Belts?" Mindy asked, confused. "What for?'
"So I can whip you with them," I said honestly.
"Whip me?!" she said, suddenly fearful. "Why are you going to whip me, Roy? I thought you liked me."
She was pouting now, almost on the verge of tears.
I was thinking, man, this is going to be great!
"I do like you, Sweetie," I told her truthfully. She came closer to me and I hugged her and caressed her luscious ass. "But I also like to hurt little girls like you."
"Why?" she asked, her pretty head hanging downward.
"Because it gives me pleasure," I replied. "You see, honey, when I really like a little girl, like I do you, I want to hurt them sometimes, and make them cry and scream. It gives me an awful lot of pleasure to do that. Don't you want me to have pleasure?"
She nodded her head in the affirmative.
"Good," I said. "Then try to understand, okay?"
"I .. I'll try, Roy," she said softly, sniffling as she spoke. She wiped her pert nose and then looked directly at me.
"Is .. is it gonna' hurt a lot?" she asked.
"Yes, Sweetie, it is. I won't lie to you," I informed her. "But afterwards I will let you suck my cock, and you can drink some more of my cum, okay?"
"Okay," she cooed. Then she smiled sweetly at me.
Her mom returned with the belts, and I selected one with a nice sharp buckle that was rather large in size.
"Roy is gonna' whip me, Mommy," Mindy told her mother.
"Yes, Honey, I know," her mom replied. "He needs to do that to you because it brings him a lot of pleasure, and also because a little slut whore like you deserves it, doesn't she, Roy?"
"Yes, she does indeed deserve it for being such a dirty cunt of a slut, and sucking cocks and getting fucked at such a young age," I replied firmly.
"Am I really a dirty cunt slut, Roy?" she asked, as I prepared to bend her over the arm of the sofa.
"Yes, I'm afraid you are, Sweetheart," I said firmly. "But I like you being that way, so don't worry about it. Now, let's see if I can beat you real good and make you cry and scream, okay?"
"Okay," she said, but in a terrified voice.
I grabbed at the towel around her waist and removed it.
Ginny sat on the sofa and held Mindy's arms so that she could not possibly escape my blows. I lashed out at her lovely little ass first, planting ten solid whacks on it with the cruel belt, and Mindy didn't disappoint me at all! She howled, cried, and screamed wonderfully!
I laid more stinging blows on her back and thighs, and then had her mom turn her around so that I could get at her cunt. I made her spread her legs apart and stand steady as I whipped her pussy until it was raw and aching. Mindy was crying, whining, and screaming really beautifully now, and my cock was stiff as a board by the time the beating was over. Her mom held her and kissed and caressed her afterwards, and then I made Mindy get down on her knees, kiss the belt, and demanded that she thank me for the beating I had given her. She did so immediately.
I then tossed the belt aside and looked down at her. Tears were still streaming down her luxuriant face.
"Suck my cock, slut girl!" I commanded.
Mindy at once engulfed my shaft in her mouth and began to feast on it, with tears still falling from her plush green eyes. Her mother quickly stripped herself naked also, and then she got down on her knees behind me and proceeded to give my ass a thorough going over with her lips and tongue. She had her slick pink tongue halfway up my rear tunnel while her spicy daughter concentrated on giving my dick a truly spectacular sucking! I was getting lavishly sucked, licked and caressed by two very attractive females, and I was on cloud nine for the entire time that the rim job and blowjob lasted!
"AGHHHH … OHHHHH, FUCK!" I announced aloud, in a voice I didn't even recognize as my own, "I'M GOING TO BLOW MY LOAD! SUCK ME, YOU SEXY YOUNG BITCH!! KEEP SUCKING!!"
Then I started to shoot! Jets of cum splashed down the throat of little Mindy, as I held her head in tow tightly so that she could not escape my offering of sperm!
Her mother tried even harder to get her wicked tongue all the way up my asshole, and she massaged my balls for me with her soft hands to make my ejaculation even more intense!
Just as before, Mindy consumed my entire load! She licked her lips afterwards, and then planted warm, rich kisses on my cock head. It was magnificent!
I told Ginny to halt with the rim job and she did. I then turned around and wiped my sticky prick all over Ginny's face, and she sighed deeply as I did that.
CHAPTER FIVE
Later, as all three of us sat in the living room, still totally naked, Ginny and I spoke softly while Mindy sat cross-legged in front of the TV and watched a show she liked. I think it was called Hannah Montana, or something like that.
I was of course very perplexed as to why Ginny would permit me to molest Mindy so wonderfully, and completely, when supposedly she divorced her ex-husband for doing the same thing! I was really curious about that, and just had to ask her about it.
"Oh, Roy," she explained in a low voice, so that Mindy could not hear her, "The molesting really had nothing to do with my divorce. It was a lot of other things. My ex drank way too much, he also gambled heavily at the Niagara Casino, and he was always losing jobs for one bad reason or another. No, it wasn't because of the molesting, Roy. It was, as I've just said, many other things that I just couldn't live with any longer."
"But when I met you and Mindy this afternoon," I stated, "Mindy said you got a divorce because her father was molesting her. Isn't that what she said?"
"Yes, I recall Mindy telling you that," Ginny said, "but it's just what SHE thinks the reason is that I divorced her father. I don't want her knowing all the other - and REAL - reasons."
"Oh, okay," I said. "I understand now. Thanks for clearing that up for me."
"No problem," she smiled. "Now, why don't was all head for bed? I was thinking, if YOU don't mind, all three of us could sleep in MY bed tonight. I think you'd find it a lot more spacious, and a lot more comfortable, than Mindy's much smaller bed."
"Sure, fine, whatever," I muttered.
"Tomorrow being Saturday, do you need to rise at any particular hour, Roy?' Ginny asked. "I can set the alarm, if you do."
"No," I answered. "No school tomorrow. No need for me to get up early. How about YOU?"
"Um, none, no," she replied softly. "I don't work weekends either."
"Great," I replied. "If you and Mindy wish, I can fix us all one of my special omelets in the morning."
"Mmm, that would be nice," Ginny proclaimed.
She let Mindy watch the remainder of her TV show, and then all three of us were off to Ginny's bedroom. We climbed into the bed, all three of us totally naked, and Mindy got in the middle, between the two of us an almost immediately began playing with my cock with her left hand, and her mom's snatch, with her right hand.
What transpired after that was me fucking Mindy's sensuous asshole, while she lay atop her mother, sucking her mom's large breasts and French kissing her mouth as well.
We all then fell asleep for awhile, but were soon awake again, and this inspired me to give Ginny a good screwing in her wet cunt while Mindy engaged in the fine art of ass-rimming me as I fucked her mom severely, which is how she liked it, she said, as soon as my cock had entered her. I deposited quite a plentiful load of my cum inside her, and Mindy was quick to dive down and lap and suck it up like a true slut! Her mother reached still another orgasm as Mindy lapped away lovingly at her slime-filled pussy!
In the morning, I fucked Ginny's asshole, which was as silky and smooth as honey and butter combined, and Mindy fastened her little pink tongue to my nut sac and licked it as I bull-fucked her mom's ass until she had reached two splendid climaxes.
Mindy wasted no time sucking the cum load from her mom's now sore anal passage. The little wench seemed to truly adore the taste of my fuck-nectar, regardless of where it was coming from!
I started off the day pissing all over Mindy once again, and her mom once more was gracious enough to hold my cock and aim it in the direction of Mindy's cute body, so that by the time my bladder was drained, little Mindy was soaked in my piss ever so nicely!
We all showered together, then I prepared us the hearty and filling omelet I had promised to fix. Mindy and Ginny loved it, and they both commented on what a great cook I was, which wasn't at all true. I can't cook much of anything more than that omelet.
I had some papers to correct for Monday morning, so I had to head home, but vowed, at Ginny's insistence, to swing by later that evening, if possible.
CHAPTER SIX
I finished my work slightly after four that afternoon. I fixed myself a sandwich, gulped down a bottle of beer with it, then put on a Maple Leafs T-shirt, which I figured Ginny, and maybe even Mindy, would get a kick out of seeing, and a pair of old blue jeans and my newest Nike running shoes.
Then, I headed in my SUV to their house. Much to my surprise, no one was home and no lights were on. Thinking that perhaps they had gone out to a movie, or maybe to get something to eat, I parked in the driveway and waited.
When two hours had gone by, and darkness had now fallen full force, I decided to leave. I wanted to telephone them, but I didn't have a number at all to call. I had not gotten Ginny's home number, or her cell phone number, and I realized too that I had not given her mine either. I was going to leave a note on the door, but decided against it. I would simply come by tomorrow. It would be Sunday, and surely they would be home then.
But they weren't. I drove to and past their furnished rented house six times, at different hours, the next day, and still there was no sign of them.
Okay, I was thinking, at about ten p.m. Sunday night, tomorrow is Monday, a school day, a work day, and I will simply pass by on my way to school and see what is what. That sounded good enough for me, and I left their driveway that Sunday night with that plan in mind.
Monday morning at seven-ten a.m., there I was again at their house, and they were not there. I could not see into the garage, so I had no knowledge as to whether Ginny's car was there or not. The small one-car garage offered no windows, unfortunately.
I did not know the name of the company that Ginny worked for. She had never mentioned it by name; just that it was a Canadian-owned company with an office located here, so that was no help.
Ah, but I did KNOW the name of Mindy's school! Yes, it was the Our Lady Of The Evening school, which I knew was somewhere over on Becker Road, near the hospital. It was almost time for me to get to work, so I decided I would wait a bit and telephone that school that Mindy attended, at recess time.
At precisely recess time, which was 10:20 a.m., after scooting all of my pupils out to the playground, I sat behind my desk and took out my cell phone from my desk drawer. I had already looked up the number for Mindy's school, and I now dialed it.
"Our Lady of the Evening," a young woman's voice answered. "How may I direct your call?"
"Uh, Good morning," I stammered a bit. "Uh, my name is Roy Huffman. I'm a teacher at Benedict Arnold, and I have some papers that belong to a Mindy Evans. I believe she is enrolled in your school, in the fourth grade, I think. Is she present there today?"
"Um, let me look at my fourth grade rosters, sir," she said. "Give me a minute, okay?"
"Sure, take your time," I replied.
My fingers tapped danced on my desk as I waited. She was back on the line some two minutes later.
"Did you say Mindy Evans, sir?" the woman asked of me.
"Yes, that's correct," I reiterated. "Mindy Evans. Is she in school today?"
"Uh, sir, we have no Mindy Evans registered here, In fact, we don't even have a Mindy, or anyone with a last name of Evans. Are you sure you have the right school?"
"Yes, I'm sure. Are YOU sure?" I exclaimed.
"Sir, there is no need to be rude. And, yes, I am indeed sure!"
"Okay, look I'm sorry, but I need to find this girl. She's nine years old, a very pretty blond girl with green eyes, and, oh yes, she and her mother have not been here long. They are from Canada. Does that help?" I informed her.
"I'm afraid not," she sighed. "We haven't had any transfers so far this year. Not from Canada or anywhere else."
"You've got to be shitting me, right?" I responded.
"Sir, I am not shitting, and I really must hang up now. I have two lines blinking, and I am busier than a French whore at a men's prison!" she barked.
"Yeah, okay," I mumbled. "Thanks for your trouble."
Then I slammed down the receiver, and banged my fist on my desk in frustration.
What to do now, I pondered? I had no idea! I supposed I could telephone the local hospitals, maybe even the jail, but I didn't feel that might be a good idea when I considered the overall picture. What if Ginny and Mindy WERE in a hospital or jail? Maybe that beating I gave Mindy Friday evening caused some pain and complications that I was not aware of? What if because of that, Ginny had to take Mindy to a hospital for treatment? The medical staff there would certainly want to know what happened… Jesus, THAT could be a DISASTER!
If that occurred, and Ginny told them the truth, surely they'd contact the police! Holy shit, I didn't know WHAT the hell to do now, or next, or should I not do anything at all?
I had a most difficult time teaching for the rest of the day. I was worried, even scared, more than I had ever been in my life! And after that call to the school that I was told Mindy was attending, I now wasn't even sure if Ginny and Mindy Evans was really their true names!
I wasn't even in the mood to accept the blowjob that pretty little Bonnie Claymore, one of the two girls in my class that I was currently molesting, wanted to bestow upon me during the noon lunch recess.
I was relieved when at last the school day's final bell rang out and I was alone again in my classroom. I sat behind me desk in the quietness of the room for some twenty minutes before I hit upon an idea.
I decided to go first back to Ginny's and Mindy's house, to check it one more time. I drove down their street slowly, keeping an eye out for possible police cars, but saw nothing unusual. This time I didn't park in the driveway, but up against the curb, on the street, directly in front of their house. I got out of my car, walked up to the front door, and rang the bell. Just like this morning, and yesterday and Saturday, there appeared to be no one at home. My heart sank and my mouth was dry as a bone!
I then implemented part B of my plan. I walked over to the house next door, and with a somewhat shaky right hand, I knocked three times. My heart was beating fast. A moment later the door was opened by an elderly lady with white hair and a spatula in her hand. She smiled slightly, but looked at me with confusion, as if to say, who are you, and why are you here at my door?
"Hello," I said quickly. "Uh, I am sorry to bother you, but I am a friend of the lady next door, and I was supposed to meet her today, but no one seems to be at home there. Have you seen her at all? I tried phoning," I lied, since I didn't even have a clue as to any phone number, "but no one answers."
"Oh, my," the older woman sighed, "do you mean that nice Canadian woman, Mrs. Evans?"
So, I contemplated, Evans WAS her true name!
"Yes, uh, Mrs. Evans, that's right," I said quickly. "Have you seen her, Ma'am?"
"Well, no," she told me, "not since Saturday morning. That's when the accident happened."
"ACCIDENT?!" I bellowed, "what accident?!"
"Well, I didn't see it myself, mind you," she replied, spinning the spatula in her bony hand, "but my husband did. He was at the corner of Broad and 16th when it happened, on his way home from the barber shop, and he said Mrs. Evans and her child, that sweet little blond girl, got broadsided by a car going west on 15th street. It seems, according to my husband, that the car ran the stop sign there and hit poor Mrs. Evans' car."
"OH, NO!" I exclaimed. "Was she hurt? Was Mrs. Evans or her daughter injured at all?!"
"Oh, yes, I suppose so," she replied. "My hubby says they had an ambulance there, and we haven't seen them since, so I do believe they are probably in the hospital. I would imagine they'd be at St. Cunnilingus Memorial, since that is the closest one to where the wreck took place, but I'm not sure on that. My husband said their car was really a mess, but I don't know anything else."
"Oh, WOW!" I said, letting out a flow of breath. "Well, thank you, ma'am, and I am sorry to have bothered you. You've been a big help. I had better get over to St. Cunnilingus now and see if they are there."
"Okay, glad to have helped," she smiled, then closed shut her front door.
I raced to the hospital and parked haphazardly in the visitor's section. I walked rapidly to the entrance, and asked the nurse at the front desk if indeed Mrs. Evans and her child were there.
"Yes," I was told. "They are both in room 317. It's on the third floor, east wing."
"What condition are they in?" I asked quickly, before heading for the elevators. "Are they badly hurt? Can they have visitors?"
"The girl is fine. The mother experienced a few cracked ribs and a broken left arm," she enlightened me. "We would have discharged the little girl right away, but she is too young to be on her own of course, and since there were no other family members here locally, Dr. Feelgood felt it would be best to let her stay with her mother under the circumstances."
Then the desk nurse peered at a hospital chart, the looked up at me.
"They should both be able to leave tomorrow, I believe," she went on. "Are you a relative, sir?"
"Uh, sort of," I lied. "I'm a distant cousin."
"Oh, I see," she replied. "Well, anyway, you can see them, if you wish. Again, it's room 317, a semi-private room, and you can take the elevator marked East Wing down the hall."
She pointed out the direction to the elevators with her hand.
"Thank you," I said, and then headed for the elevators.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ginny and Mindy both were as elated to see me as I was to see them. Ginny was in the bed closest to the door, her arm in a cast, and some bandages on her lovely face. She had a whale of a black eye, and her lip was cut, but she kissed me anyway.
Mindy seemed fine, and was sitting in a yoga position on the other bed, near the room's large window, watching a talk show on the television set. She squealed loudly upon seeing me!
She gave me a big juicy French kiss, and asked right away how I had found them. I explained the entire ordeal, and also related to the both of them just how worried I had been these past few days.
Ginny explained about the wreck, and said an insurance agent had already been here to see her, and that she would soon be getting a new car, as well as a pretty hefty settlement from the driver of the other car's insurance company due to the fact that he had run a stop sign and was clearly at fault for the wreck.
She also went on to tell me that she and Mindy had indeed wanted to contact me, to let me know what had happened and where they were at, but she did not have any phone numbers for me, and neither she or Mindy could recall my last name or the name of the school that I taught at, so it was of course impossible to get in touch with me.
I decided there and then to write down my full name and my home address, my home phone and my cell phone numbers, and the name, phone number and room extension of my school. I even wrote down my SUV license plate number, which caused Mindy to giggle a bit. Mindy put that paper with all that data in the drawer of the nightstand near her mom's bed.
"One thing puzzles me," I said to Ginny, "I called Our Lady of the Evening elementary school, and was told by them that no Mindy Evans was enrolled there. What's the deal on THAT?" I asked with keen curiosity.
Ginny laughed slightly.
"I asked Mindy's school to never give out any information about her, or even that they know of her," Ginny sighed, sipping some water from a straw in a glass. "Too many kids get abducted these days, so I did that for her protection."
"Ah, okay, I see. That makes good sense," I agreed.
I got on the phone and ordered us a large pizza with all the toppings that Mindy wrote down for me.
"Yippee! Pizza's coming!" Mindy cried out, once I had completed the call.
I then called downstairs to the florist and ordered a dozen pink roses for Ginny and a bouquet of daisies for Mindy. They were delivered some ten minutes later, and I was treated to more kisses from Ginny and Mindy, especially Mindy, whose lips were not sore at all!
"Want me to suck you off, Roy?" Mindy asked me, with a mischievous smile on her comely face.
"Here?!" I replied, somewhat shocked at her question.
"Uh huh," she cooed. "We could go into the bathroom. It's real private and no one can get in if we lock the door from the inside."
"But the pizza is coming, Sweetie," I told her.
"So?" was her answer to that statement. "I'll bet they won't be here for another half hour or more."
I looked over at Ginny.
"Go ahead, if you want to, Roy," Ginny whispered softly. "I think it will be okay. Just leave me some money in case the pizza shows up while you two are still in there, okay?"
"Well, okay," I smiled, and I took out a twenty-dollar bill form my wallet and handed it to Ginny as Mindy took hold of my hand and tugged me to the bathroom.
Once there, I locked the door, and then dropped my pants to my ankles, and sat on the toilet seat. Mindy eagerly snuggled between my parted legs and began to lick my cock at its base. I became erect in a flash!
As she licked my dick and embraced my balls with her agile and talented small hands, she conveyed to me that since she and her mom had been in this hospital room that she had sucked off two doctors, one orderly, eaten the pussy of a cute candy striper teenaged girl, and been fucked by a thirty-year-old black intern named Charles, who had the biggest cock she had ever seen!
"He tried to do my asshole too, Roy," she admitted to me, "but it wouldn't fit."
"OHHH, Jesus, Mindy!" I said breathlessly, as she now began to suck my prick full force. "You are the sweetest nine-year-old slut bitch I have ever known!"
"Mmmmphhh," was all she replied, as she slurped away luxuriously on my rigid shaft!
I exploded in her mouth in record time. I am sure the details of her sexual exploits had a lot to do with the tremendous charge of semen that I sent cascading down her throat, which she gulped up like a glutton! Then I lifted her and kissed her flush on her delicate mouth, tasting some of my own cum in doing so.
"I love you!" I told her, and I meant it!
"I love you too, Roy," she stated. "I wish you would marry my mom so we could all be together as a family."
Not so bad an idea, I was thinking, as we left the tiny bathroom some five minutes before the pizza guy showed up. He was kind of good-looking, and when Mindy batted her eyelashes at him, I thought for a second that she might try to blow him, too, but she didn't. At that point, I think she was far more interested in the pizza!
While we ate, which was a bit complex for Ginny, Mindy recounted for me in a soft, but excited, voice all the wonderfully spicy details of the sexual encounters she'd had here in this room's bathroom since arriving here this past Saturday.
"What about that black intern?" I wanted to know, as I chomped on my second slice of the tasty pizza, "did he actually FUCK you in that small bathroom?"
"Uh huh," she giggled, "he sure did, Roy! He sat on the toilet and had me on his lap facing him so he could kiss me a lot while he did it to me. He said he really liked French kissing little white girls, and he sure kissed me REAL GOOD, too! He made me cum an awful lot, too! You're not jealous, are you, Roy?" she asked me, as a sort of worried look crossed her lovely face, in fear that I might be.
"Oh, no, baby doll," I told her, "not at all! I like when other people use you sexually. It turns me on A LOT!"
She smiled when she heard that.
"Oh, goody!" she squealed.
"I just wish I could have seen it," I confessed. "I think seeing you being fucked and kissed by a BLACK man would be so HOT to see! We will have to arrange for more blacks to screw you okay? Would you like that, Mindy?"
"Uh huh," she cooed.
"Would you like to SUCK their black cocks too, angel face?" I queried her.
"Yes," she replied softly.
"That was her very first black cock, Roy," Ginny piped up. "But I know now she will be wanting a lot more dark meat. I do hope you will help her get it."
"Oh, yes!" I said eagerly. "I definitely will! I think Mindy will make a wonderful black cock whore. Don't you, Ginny?"
"Yes, I am sure she will," Ginny agreed, smiling slightly.
CHAPTER EIGHT
That evening the candy striper girl returned, just as I was about to depart. She was about 17 and a real cute brunette. I found out right away that her name was Jami, and that she was a high school senior, working here at the hospital part time after school. She had no problem with me being there, and once Ginny assured her that I was 'okay', so to speak, she and Mindy headed to the bathroom where they kept the door slightly ajar so that I could watch their girl-to-girl actions.
There was an abundance of tongue-kissing at first, and when Jami exposed her supple breasts, Mindy wasted no time sucking on them.
I had a raging hard-on observing all that, and when Jami at last stripped Mindy nude, sat her on the toilet seat, and made the little fox spread open her legs, I began leaking pre-cum! She then dropped to her knees and lapped Mindy's cunt with zest and enthusiastic skill!
Mindy moaned and panted the entire time, and she reached two incredible climaxes as the pretty pin-striper ate her out brilliantly! Much to my astonishment, and my delight, Mindy gave the high school senior a rich and hearty fill of piss afterwards, which the girl devoured like it was her favorite drink! After licking up a few piss drops from Mindy's twat, the pin-striper left and returned to her duties. I left a few minutes later after kissing both Mindy and her Mom goodbye.
CHAPTER NINE [EPILOG]
Ginny and Mindy Evans are now Ginny and Mindy Huffman. Ginny and I got married six months later, and it is the best thing I ever did! Mindy now gets fucked by several black men, young and old, as well as white guys, and even some 12 and 13-year-old boys. Ginny takes them on also, and loves it! I of course still fuck them both, and the three of us always sleep together. I still molest other girls and boys, as much as I can, and have even impregnated one fifth grade girl from Mindy's school that she brought home for a weekend sleepover. The girl's parents approved of my knocking the girl up, and they even enjoy watching me fuck the slut when I go to their home. All in all, I am overjoyed about that day in that supermarket parking lot when I met A CANADIAN BEAUTY and her gorgeous mom! Can you blame me?!
------------------------------ THE END -------------------------------------------
Note: Hope you enjoyed this story. Your comments, good or bad, would truly be appreciated and welcome. Thanks, and happy reading! Best regards, Cuckold Wimp John
Submit feedback to Perverts R Us by clicking here. Please be sure to put the story title or author's name in the Subject line so it gets directed to the right place! Failure to do so may result in your message being deleted.