Perverts 'R' Us

Fred! - Part 1

By Loki925 ( M/g, F/dildo )

This story is totally fictitious and does not contain anything or anyone in reality, whatever that is.

I am thirty-two years old now and I have just finished a quadruple bypass operation. Yes, I am a respected heart surgeon. My name is -----! Well it's Nancy Smith, but that is not my real name, for I do not have a real name. Nancy Smith was the name on the paper of my first degree and the one I was called as I attended college. And it's the one I am known and called by now.

For many years I was simply known as "Girl", "Honey", or "Sweetie". My boyfriend is a wonderful dildo. I like to call him Fred. It's not that I don't want a man-friend; I simply no longer need one. Besides Fred is better company and he is fiercely loyal to me, as long as I give him new batteries and tenderly wash him.

I do have other acquaintances but that is all they are. I do not know if I love any person but I do love my work. I guess work and Fred make up for my -----. Oh blah! It's time for Fred.

I do not recall much of my life before the age of five. I do remember the first man I lived with and his name was "A". A called me "Honey" and he was much older than me. Looking back I would say he was about forty years old.

A and all the men I lived with treated me well and they even paid my way through school, but after I reached thirteen and had small tits and some sparse hair on my crotch, there were no more men in my life, or boys either for that matter. There was only Fred.

"Come on Fred, do your job and take me back to when I was five. OH! Yes Fred, that's a good boy. Harder, faster, high speed, I am there Fred, I am THERE!!"

I was five years old. I remember kneeling on a very soft bed or a pillow. I had A's cock in my mouth and I was sucking on it. Back then I could not suck too much of A's cock, just past the fat head was all I could get into my small mouth.

I do remember how much I liked to suck A's cock. It was clean and I sucked on it as hard as I could, wanting two things: First was my reward, the stuff that shot out of A's cock. At five years old, I knew what to call that stuff and it was CUM! I wished I could have a shot of that cum now; it did taste so creamily, salty good.

Second I knew that by sucking A's cock I was pleasing him. He would grunt and groan telling me how much he liked what I was doing and what a good girl I was.

"Oh Fred, I wish you could shoot some hot cum. Good boy Fred, keep it up."

I can remember how fat, how hot, and how much A's cock pulsed with the beat of A's heart. Almost eighty beats a minute. Oh that cum was so good. I can feel his soft hot ball sack hanging just below my small mouth.

"OH! A, shoot your cum, fill my mouth."

"OH! Fred, make me cum, dear Fred!"

"He is cumming Fred, he is shooting all that wonderful, juicy stuff into my small mouth."

"OH! Fred, I am cumming toooo!"

I gulped it all down and licked A's cock clean. He smiled at me and said, "What would you like for dinner?"

"Cum," I giggled.

"Good, because I have a good friend I would like you to meet." he said.

"What's his name?" I asked.

"X, his name is X."

At the time X seemed like an okay name to me. Excuse me for just a moment, I need to clean up Fred.

There, all clean now. "I'll get back to you later Fred, I promise."

A went to his office somewhere in the house. I was not allowed there. I put my clothing back on. Oh darn! I forgot to tell you I was naked, can you ever forgive me?

At 1 p.m. my afternoon private tutor arrived and I spent the next several hours learning. I was way above my grade level for a five year old. But what can you expect? My tutor was a college professor. His name and all my tutors' names are unimportant. We never talked about the things I did with A, nor was I ever asked.

At 4:30 p.m. my tutor left and I went to the kitchen. In the kitchen I poured myself a glass of milk and took a granola bar. I sat down at the kitchen table, drank my milk and ate my granola bar.

When I was done I went to my room. In my room I had a CD player, books, a nice big bed, a desk with a chair, and some fancy dolls I never liked playing with. I liked to read. I didn't know Fred back then so reading and classical music were my very best friends.

At 5:30 p.m. I changed my clothing and waited for A.

"Fred, could you please calm down. I said I would get back to you. Okay alright, just one kiss. ----. There, is that better?" Dildos, they are just like men! But much better. They don't fart, or leave the toilet seat up, or watch football when you need a good fuck. Fred my lover, my dildo, yes Fred is much better than any man and he never says, "I'm too tired, honey."

There I was already dressed in a very pretty powder blue evening dress. Back then blue would make my brown eyes sparkle and it highlighted my sand-colored hair. Now I wear blue scrubs and smell like anesthetic.

I don't shine anymore like I used to, but I do save lives. I guess it's a good trade-off as long as I have Fred. A walked into my room and told me how pretty I looked. I blushed just a little. He took my small hand and we walked out the front door.

Outside was a limousine. The driver opened the door. I got in first followed by A. I don't remember how long it was until the limousine stopped but I was not bored or anything like that.

I had a lot of patience back then and now too. It's not easy for a five year old to suck a hard throbbing adult cock, nor is it easy to do a heart transplant. Anyway the limousine finally came to a stop. The driver was a black man, his name I never knew.

He never spoke to me but he always smiled and was very polite whenever A told him what time he was to return to pick us up. A got out of the limousine and I followed him. As I exited the vehicle I noticed a very big house. It was at least as big as the one I lived in, maybe a little bit bigger.

Standing at the open door to the house I saw a black man and a small pretty black girl. The girl looked to be about my age. The girl was dressed in a very pretty white evening dress. Something in my little head told me she was just like me.

A shook hands with X and introduced him to the black girl he called Sweetie. A introduced me to X and called me Honey. I guess it was then that I knew for sure that the little black girl was just like me.

I smiled at X and Sweetie and they smiled back at me. We all went into the house and X led us to the dining room. The room was just like the one at A's house. It had a big table and all sorts of fine paintings.

I recognized one of the paintings and it was from the Baroque art period. I even remembered the name and it was called the "Garden of Love, by Rubens."

I liked the painting because it had a bunch of naked little girl angels in it. I was always naked or stripping my clothing off for A. He really liked to look at me when I was nude. We all sat down and ate dinner.

After dinner Sweetie took me to her room. We got along very well for two girls who had no real names at that time. We talked about music. Sweetie liked Beethoven and I liked Mozart.

After a short while X and A entered Sweetie's room. A said, "How would you to like some dessert?"

I did not know what Sweetie had for dessert every night, but for me it was cum. So I licked my small lips and said, "Yes."

Sweetie did the same. We both got up and followed the two men into a room where there were two small beds. When I saw the bed I knew we were both going to have cum for dessert.

What I didn't know at that moment was it was not A's cum I would be drinking but X's cum. "Girls, please take your clothing off." X smiled.

Those men I knew were always so polite. I guess I miss that too. I to this day have never met another man so refined, so polite, and who treated me so well. Both of us girls blushed a little when X asked us to undress. But in no time at all we were both down to our white silk panties.

I left my panties on because I knew A liked to take them off himself. I glanced over at Sweetie and she too had her panties on. Then the strangest thing happened. X walked over to me and A walked over to Sweetie.

It was then I knew that I would be drinking X's cum for dessert. "Fred be good now, I have not even gotten to the good parts."

Dildos, they just can't get enough. There I was waiting for X to take off my panties.

I was just a little bit nervous not because X would be taking my panties off. It was not because of that, I knew I would be sucking his cock. A's cock was the only cock I had sucked so far. But he always told me I had to expand my horizons.

At first I did not know what that meant but as I grew near the age of five I knew that expanding my horizons meant that I would be sucking other men's cocks. I did not know about fucking yet but when that time arrived I knew I would be fucking other men too.

"Yes Fred, it's time."

X smiled at me as he slowly slipped my panties off my small, girlish little ass. Ever so slowly he revealed my little girlish crack. He smiled at me and said, "Honey, you have a very pretty little cunt."

I smiled back and said, "Thank you, Mr. X."

"That's good Fred, all the way in. I can feel your warm, continuous, pulsing deep inside my belly."

I unbuckled X's belt just like I did with A's belt. I watched as his pants fell to his feet.

Slowly I pushed his boxer shorts down. "Ah three speeds Fred, I do love your three speeds."

X's rich black stiff cock popped free. I knelt down on the bed. The bed was firm but silky soft just like a cock.

"Twist Fred, twist. Good boy."

I took his cock into my small hands. It was oh so very hot, black and big. His cock was dribbling pre-cum and I quickly licked his black cock slit. It was not enough yet to compare it to A's cum.

I knew I needed his full load to make a good comparison. "Twist again Fred, twist to the right side this time. Good boy."

I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took X's cock into my small mouth. His cock tasted just like A's cock. Somehow and for some dumb reason I thought it would taste different like chocolate. Maybe it was because X's cock was black and I was only five years old.

I closed my mouth just past the fat head of X's cock. "Back to the left Fred. Oh yes, that's so good."

The wetness of my small mouth melted onto his cock and I slowly started to suck his rich black cock. Back and forth, slowly at first I sucked the head of his cock. "Ninety degrees to the left now, Fred. Good boy."

I increased my pace and heard him groan. As he groaned I knew I was doing a good job.

Not wanting it to bounce out of my mouth I held his cock firmly. "Not yet Fred, it's not time for the third speed. Good boy."

With my warm wet mouth I put more pressure on his cock. I could feel his cock dripping copious amounts of pre-cum. Because I was sucking his cock I did not get a better taste of that yummy cum. "Okay Fred, speed three now. Good boy."

The pace of my cock sucking equaled the pace of his steady moans. He tenderly stroked my hair. I knew it was a sign that he was about to flood my mouth with gobs and gobs of luscious cum. "Almost there Fred, almost there. Good boy."

Then all at once I felt his cock jerk and a long gush of his thick cum struck the back of my throat. Hungrily I gulped it down. "FRED!!!"

The first spurt was followed by a second and then a third, and finally a lazy forth, which I did not swallow. "Fred! OH! Dear Fred!"

I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. He smiled at me when he saw the last bit of his cum still on my tongue. "Time to turn you off now Fred, I don't want to waste your batteries. Don't worry, I'll clean you up in the morning."

There, nice and comfy next to me on that big pillow. I licked X's cock clean and he thanked me. I was very happy I did so well sucking his cock and because I got my yummy dessert.

I am a little tired now so I will sleep right here next to Fred. "Good night. See you in the morning, Fred."

Sometimes I think dildo Fred has achieved sentience. It sure is strange that every night I put him on my pillow and in the morning I find him snuggled up next to my warm cunt. But a dildo being sentient is just plain silly, isn't it?

Then again I swear I can hear him talking to me. Humming, I think I hear him whispering to me as he describes the interior of my vagina even as he is fucking me. Then again it could just be my vivid imagination or perhaps it's only a dream that Fred is truly alive and sentient.

Yawn; I am very slee----.

To be continued.

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