Perverts 'R' Us

Little Angels Three

By DePravity ( MM/Fff, inc-fam )

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I was standing there with my dick nearly touching my stomach, the pre-cum running down it over my tight balls onto the carpet and an ache from being too close to the edge and no release. It was throbbing and flexing on its own. My hips were thrusting in the air, dry-fucking nothing and I was looking into the soft brown eyes of an eight-year-old girl.

When she said, "Don't waste it on Daddy" and "daddy Ron," had left me balanced on the edge of cumming and I'd gotten to my feet, ready to finish myself off. But I stopped, the smile on her pretty little face and the tone of her voice were enough to bring me back to earth.

Lita, the eight-year-old was sitting on the big sofa opposite me with her soft, warm legs spread wide apart next to Rosa, her mother, who was still shaking in the after effects of her orgasm. Emma, her five-year-old sister was sticking one of her baby chubby fingers into her own pink and swollen pussy and her father, Ron, was now on the big sofa behind me, slowly jerking himself.

So it's not a situation you find yourself everyday, if fact it may be a situation you have never found yourself in. Now don't get me wrong, this isn't a complaint. My dick's as hard as it's ever been, sexy people in a very hot and bizarre situation surrounded me, but I wasn't in control. Like most pedos, I'm a bit of control-freak as well. Having the little darlings obey your every whim and demand, however debased, is so good for the ego and the cock, and for them.

Not this time. An eight-year-old goddess with a whim of iron and the body of an angel held me in check. I'd come in here with big ideas about getting them all to obey and worship me, but somewhere along the way I'd lost it. I was pissed and unable to do anything about it. Deep inside I was thinking, "OK so you got the advantage for now, but just you wait." Outside I was sweating and straining, with my cock desperate for a home.

"Doesn't he look funny, Emma?" Lita said to her little sister "His cock all wet and red and shiny" Emma giggled in response. Lita slid one hand onto her soft, puffy, baby-tits and stroked the overdeveloped, hard nipples; the other hand drifted into her split peach and strummed her clit.

"You wanna cum, don't you Mr. Mike, you really wanna cum bad, don't you?" The little bitch was loving it. Me, a full grown man and her, a soft little girl who should have been upstairs in PJ's watching the Cartoon Network. The little bitch, but I still stood trembling.

"You can't cum till she tells you it's OK" her father said from behind me.

"Yeah, or what?" I asked him

"She closes her legs and you get nothing from any of us, and, she might put your photo on the web if you really piss her off."

"Photo? What photo? She's got nothing on me" I was panicking a bit by now and my dick was just going from iron to lead.

"Camera phone, in the shop, when she had your cock in her hand and you had your eyes closed, cumming. She's real smart about these things and understands the risks that we all run." Ron explained patiently.

Anger surged through me, trapped by a little kid. I'd show her. But then I smiled as I realized that the mousetrap had closed, that I was the mouse, and for once I was happy to be there. Shit, I was getting real hard again as the scenario played in my head and I knew I'd met my match. For the moment, I'd go with the flow.

My hips surged forward, thrusting my newly stiffened, seven-inch tool out for them to admire and Lita said, "Daddy darling, you know what to do, and Emma, go relieve poor Mr. Mike of his heavy load."

Ron moved behind me and slid one, then two spit-dripping fingers up my ass and I whimpered as Emma walked over to me. Her head was nearly the same height as my cock and she took it into her little hands and eased the big head into her mouth. Her lips were so soft and gentle, and her mouth hot and wet.

She looked up at me with her big brown eyes with their long lashes, staring up at me as the big fat head of my cock slipped in and out of her mouth. One of her little hands stroked behind my balls and the other hand jerked me off in a slow, steady rhythm. Where'd she learned this stuff? She was good, very good. I've known full-grown women who couldn't give me the pleasure that this baby girl was capable of. In fact, she was as good as any full-grown woman, but only five years old.

She was a noisy, enthusiastic sucker, her tongue rolling around my swollen knob head and exploring the sensitive area just under the head. She was getting up speed now and my body was responding by thrusting into her mouth and trying to get it down her throat, but she was too clever for that. She was massaging the tube under my cock to induce the bubbling sperm to pour out. Her little hand too small to circle it, but still I could feel my legs starting to shake as she kept pumping and her daddy kept probing.

She pulled her mouth off quickly, a lewd pop as the vacuum released and I nearly cried out because I thought I was being left high again. But all she did was look around at her sister for approval.

"Let him cum, Emma. Dad, pump him hard" Lita said, as she was pushing two fingers into herself and rubbing her clit with her thumb. Suddenly she leaned over and grabbed her mother by the hair and forced her head down to her swollen, red little cunt.

"Lick me, Mommy. Lick your little baby girl" and screamed softly as Mommy did the right thing for her little baby, forcing her head hard between her thighs.

Emma's mouth returned, sucking harder and rubbing quicker and her dear Daddy found my prostate and stroked it.

That was it, I was gone. I felt the cum leave my tight balls and it was almost painful as it shot down the tube into my baby sucker's mouth and down her throat as she swallowed as fast as she could. It was a good cum… No, it was a great cum. My legs were like jelly and my body shook as I pumped my hot, steaming sperm into her body.

I was dimly aware of Lita cumming as well, but all I was really interested in was forcing my cock into this little angel's mouth and cumming a flood. My knees were starting to go and I let myself fall onto the floor on them. My beloved Emma followed me down and kept sucking and licking as she went. Her Dad eased off his anal thrusting and let his fingers slide out of me as I slid down. Emma lay on the carpet with my deflated, super-sensitive dick in her mouth, just kissing and licking gently and licking her lips to make sure no drop of my cum was wasted.

"Emma wants to cum too" she lisped as she finally released my cock.

"Come to Daddy, baby. Daddy need you real bad" Ron said, seating himself back on the big sofa and she scrambled onto his lap. I watched in delight as she kissed his lips and slipped him her tongue as she eased herself onto his upright tool.

She was too short to keep kissing him as she slid down his slick pole so she started to lick and bite his left nipple.

Within seconds she was squealing with delight and he was grunted and he flooded her cunt with the same incestuous seed that had helped form her some five years earlier.

He sat there with a dumb grin on his face and his youngest daughter still wedged on his shrinking prick and turned to look at me

"Welcum to the home of the Dixon family, so glad you dropped by" he said and the spell was broken, we all laughed for quite a while.

It was agreed that we all needed to clean up, and by mutual consent Mommy Rosa and the two girls went to the shower first so they could make coffee and that we'd follow them when they were all through in the big bathroom. As Ron and I sat there alone I had to satisfy my curiosity. Come on lets face it, having sex with kids, especially your own kids is unusual, illegal, and dangerous. Perhaps it's not as unusual as the "authorities" would like up to believe, but still unusual.

Ron started to tell me their story.

He'd grown up in the Midwest of good, steady church-going folk who worked hard and had nothing. The only difference Ron was able to figure out was that his parents were sexually active and didn't mind who in the family knew it. This was a great thing for a kid with two sisters and a perpetual teen hard-on. There was never any sexual contact between the brother, his sisters, and their parents, but if Pa fancied slipping Ma a length or Ma fancied a length of Pa, they'd get it on, kids or no kids. Pa and Ma were vocal in their appreciation of one another and adventurous in their displays of affection. This gave young Ron a constant stream of masturbation material as he ran back to his bedroom to relieve the tension. He suspected his sisters did the same, but no one had the courage to do anything further.

But of course, deep inside it planted a little seed that said that sex, any sex, and sex with anybody was not only OK, but great. It was not until later in life that he realized that his folks were probably getting off knowing that their kids were getting off about them.

At school and college he fooled around and experimented with the best of them. He was surprised that a few of his teammates on the football team liked a little cock in the ass or mouth as often he did. Girls were available, but he was always searching for something more. He didn't know what it was, but he knew there was more. Not that this stopped him pumping his teen cum into co-ed cunts and asses, until he met Joanne.

Joanne was a grad student who was attracted to the young, good-looking running back. They soon got down and dirty and Ron was taken home to meet her parents and family. Joanne was fleshy, Ron discovered he liked flesh; he liked the rolls of fat to stroke and kiss. He liked the fact that she sweated with exertion and her whole body got wet as they writhed together. He liked her family, her Mom and Dad and little sister. They'd been going out together for about nine months and he'd become part of her family. Staying over sometimes, eating together and generally messing about as families do.

Joanne's little sister Katy was eleven and had gotten close to Ron. Her displays of affection towards him left him embarrassed as she'd lie on the floor in front of him watching television and let her thighs drift apart, showing him the soft little cotton panties and sometimes they'd be pulled up revealing her little girl pussy through the thin cotton. She'd sit on his knee and wriggle about, leaving him hot and confused. He'd never thought of children as sexy or being sexual beings and these encounters were distressing for him because he would discover that he'd become aroused by her attentions.

Joanne parents, Bob and Paula, seemed amused by this interaction and Joanne told him not to be silly and that her sister was very fond of him and wanted to show it. Ron suffered the torments of the damned. He wasn't a pervert, only perverts found kids sexy. Those perverts that the papers loved to condemn in frenzied headlines as they made money as they published little girls, all made up, selling underwear for big stores. He wasn't a pervert, they were sick twisted people who hurt children and did horrible things to them.

Katy would come into their bed in the morning, all sleepy and warm, Ron and Joanne always seemed to have just finished having sex or even worse were just about to as she wandered in. Long t-shirt and nothing else, she'd snuggle in between them not, aware of Ron's cock all swollen and hard or limp and covered in her sister's juices. Ron went through convulsions trying to keep those bits away from her as she wriggled, squirmed and played.

After several months of Ron's torment he had to talk to Joanne about the problem, not revealing his sexual desire for her pre-teen sister; that would have been disgusting. Just that little Katy would have to leave him alone as he found her attentions uncomfortable and embarrassing.

Ron sat Joanne down in his apartment one night, after he'd told her that they needed to have a serious talk. She looked concerned, then worried, and then amused as he explained his problem.

"She turns you on, doesn't she?" Joanne asked at the end of his disjointed and slightly circuitous explanation.

"She gets you hot" and she started laughing as she threw her arms around him in a hug.

Ron denied it and denied it and tried to explain that he wasn't one of those people, and she kept giggling to herself as he grew red in the face and started to get angry

"Do you trust me?" she asked him, looking deep in his eyes. "I mean do you really trust me?" He agreed, but she said that this was serious and he was not to betray her secrets. He agreed and looked at her and swore on his life that he would never reveal anything that she wanted to keep secret.

"Ok" she said, "talk to Dad" Ron nearly leaped off the seat.

"What? Talk to your Dad, are you out of your fucking mind? He'll cut off my dick and give it to that Doberman of his. No way!"

"Do you trust me?" she asked him again, "because I'm going to trust you. Please, for my sake, trust me."

Ron was reluctant, very reluctant to agree, but she finally persuaded him that it was OK and before he could postpone it forever, she picked up the phone.

"Dad, hi, it's Ron, and that dratted sister of mine. Yeah OK, bye Dad, love you." She put down the phone, turned to Ron and said, "Clancy's in thirty minutes."

Ron was scared, but he was a man, so of he went to her father's favorite bar. Clancy's was an Irish pub that really was an Irish pub. It had stood there for fifty years, the beams were real, not plastic, and so was the beer. Ron had been there a few times with Bob, so when he entered the dim room, the barman greeted him and sent him into the rear, where the booths were large and comfortable with high walls and the music loud enough to talk and not be overheard.

Ron was feeling very uncomfortable and a little faint as he rounded the corner into the last booth. Bob greeted him with a smile and a welcome and a cold beer. Ron breathed more easily. He slid around the table to sit next to Bob, when he stopped and began to feel really badly, looking around wildly for a door, a window or a hole in the floor to fall into. Katy was sat there right next to Bob, her father, and between where Ron was going to sit. She must have come straight from school - she was in her uniform of little white blouse, short checked skirt, and wearing a ponytail. Bob was in his usual outfit of brilliant white t-shirt, with a plaid shirt and jeans. A former marine major who'd retired and now bossed construction, he wasn't a man to mess with.

In the split-second of seeing Katy and looking terrified, Ron decided that if sitting down was a form of suicide, he'd better get it over with.

"Hi Ron, how's your day?" Katy asked, her sweet innocent little face smiling up at him from under her fringe as she drank lemonade through a straw. Ron gurgled and slumped into the bench seat. She looked so so cute, her blonde hair pulled back and her big blue eyes and her naturally pink lips smiling at him. "Oh God, I am a pervert," he thought to himself.

"So Ron, I hear my little Katy here is causing you problems, and my Joanne says I'm to trust you" Bob said and all Ron could do was mumble and look sheepish

"I hear that you find my little girl sexy." Katy giggled and Ron really felt sick now.

"Do you think she's sexy Ron, does she make you want to do this?" Then to Ron's astonishment her father put his big arm around her slender shoulders and started gently stroking her immature tit though her shirt.

By now Ron and I had made our way upstairs and had our shower together as he told his story, we dried each other and slipped into some very nice Japanese silk robes and were sat on the giant king-size bed in his bedroom. We gently fondled each other as he continued.

Ron just sat there, his brain and emotions had overloaded. Sitting in a bar and watching a dad molest his own daughter and asking if he found her sexy. Ron was numb, well nearly, his dick had stiffened instantly and he was having trouble breathing.

"Naughty Katy likes her Daddy to play with her little titties, doesn't she?" asked her father. "She says it makes her feel all wet and warm, doesn't she? She wants Ron to play with her doesn't she? But she's a nice girl and is too shy to ask. Go on, ask Ron."

She looked shy and determined at the same time as she said to him, "Will you do sex with me, Ron? Will you do dirty things to me, so that I can do them to you? Please Ron? Pretty please?"

She reached over and released Ron's stiff cock with an easy unzip and flick. The next thing he knew, it was in her warm little hand and she was rubbing him gently.

Bob leaned over, watched his daughter, and admired Ron's rigid dick. Katy told him he could play with it again, but now it was her turn. It took only seconds for Ron to spurt all over her little hand and he could only watch in amazement as she licked and swallowed all his cum from her hand and arm.

Shaking, all Ron could say was, "Please Bob, what the fuck's going on?"