Perverts 'R' Us

We Interrupt - Part 2

By Loki925 ( M/g+, pedo )

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

Earlier Ted had saved the broth from their chicken dinner. He had taken it to the sick little girl, Alice, and got her to drink it down. Donna had been with him and she helped her sister sit up and pee in a bedpan. Little Alice seemed to be doing better, he thought.

Funny, but Ted had not known about the big rock from outer space until Donna told him. One of her daddies had heard about it before all the radios stopped broadcasting and went silent. Ted was glad to finally know what had happened. Not that it really mattered now.

Then after going to bed, Donna had come knocking at his door. Ted just stood there. He did not know what to say. Donna had once again asked him to fuck her. He was not even sure he could get a hard-on over an eight-year-old girl. Donna looked like any other little girl he had ever seen.

Sure she was cute, but where were her tits and those curving hips that all women have? Everything about a woman's body was there to attract a male. But Donna as a child had none of those qualities. All she had was a dirty face, unkempt hair and a smile.

Ted in his wildest dreams had never seen little girls as fuckable. Maybe he thought that was the answer to his problems. If he could not get hard how could he fuck her? He decided to play a little game with Donna.

"Look Donna, I did not tell you before, but I am gay."

"What's that?"

"Gay means I like men and not women."

"So you like men, so what?"

"Donna, you don't understand. I not only like men I sleep with them, you know, have sex with them?"

Donna's eyes grew as wide as saucers. She had never heard of such a thing as men having sex with other men. How could they? Sure, they could suck each others' cocks, but that's all they could do.

Could sucking someone's cock be considered sex? She did not think so. She had sucked all of her daddies' cocks. Some of her daddies even sucked her pussy. No she thought, sucking cocks and pussies was definitely not sex.

To her sex was fucking, and she was going to get Ted to fuck her, no matter what he said. She needed to be fucked. Fucking was the only thing she had that gave her pleasure. It was the only thing that made her forget all the bad things that had happened after the big rock hit the Earth.

Sure, she had tried to make herself cum, but it was nothing like being fucked. Even the mean daddy she once had made her cum better than her small finger. No she had to fuck Ted, she just had to.

She made her own little plan and said, "Okay Ted, if you don't like girls, let me at least suck your cock."

"I told you I only like men."

"That means you suck their cocks, right?"

Ted paused and said, "Right." He was hoping she could not see through his huge lie.

"Good. Just pretend I am a guy."

"I---I don't think I can do that."

"Sure you can. You have not even seen my cunt yet. So how do you know I am a girl? I could have a small cock and balls under my shirt."

"But---but you are a girl, right?"

"No Ted, I am boy, and I am going to suck your cock like all your men friends do."

Now what? Ted thought he had painted himself into the proverbial corner. All he could hope was that his cock would not get hard, but somehow he knew better. Well, letting her suck his cock was a lot better than actually fucking an eight-year-old girl.

He looked at her dirty face and her hollow brown eyes and said, "Okay Donna, you can suck my cock, but I don't think you'll get me hard."

"We'll see, won't we Ted?" she smiled. Her plan had worked perfectly.

She moved past Ted and into the bedroom. She stopped when she noticed Ted was still standing at the door. She turned and said, "I can't suck your cock with you standing there, can I Ted?"

"No I guess not," he replied with a great amount of trepidation.

He moved toward the bed as if his feet were stuck in molasses. As if he was trapped in some strange nightmare. He stopped at the side of the bed. He vaguely heard her say, "There!" as his pants fell to his feet.

He felt her small hands on his boxer shorts. He felt her tug on them. He saw a twinkle in her dim eyes as his cock made its soft presence known. He was exposed before an eight-year-old girl, exposed for the world to see. But for all he knew he, this eight-year-old girl, and her younger sister were the only ones left alive on the world. He felt her small hand grasp his cock. He knew there was no turning back now. But he would try.

He lay down on the bed as she commanded him to do. He was in her power now. He was under the power of an eight-year-old girl. Donna smiled. She liked Ted's cock, it was a cut cock.

Her mean daddy told her that when she first saw his cock. He said he had not been circum something or other, "cut" he finally said when she could not pronounce the word. Her mean daddy's uncut cock always tasted like pee.

She liked cut cocks, they always tasted better. No lingering taste of pee. Ted's cock was also nice and big and she liked bigger cocks. Her nice daddy had a small one compared to her mean daddy's cock.

Her mean daddy had the biggest cock she had ever seen. She thought it was big because he was mean, but Ted's cock was as big as her mean daddy's cock, maybe even bigger. And Ted's cock was nicely cut.

It was strange he did not want to be called daddy, but it did not matter anymore. She opened her mouth as wide as she could. She closed her lips over his wonderful, clean, fat cock head.

As if he was in a dense fog, Ted dimly saw Donna's small mouth wrapped around his soft cock head. He tried to think about the long lingering days as he dug his way out of the cave.

Several times he had almost given up. But somehow he managed to push the shovel and swing the pick, slowly digging himself out of that miserable hole in the ground. He felt a slight chill run up and down his spine. He could hardly believe that an eight-year-old girl was making his cock hard.

Against all his frail will power his cock was now as hard as it had ever been, perhaps even harder. He did not know what to think, all he could do was listen to the soft voice in the black darkness of this strange dream.

He heard Donna softly say, "See Ted, your cock is nice and hard. Now you can fuck me."

"No please don't," he barely managed to say.

"Don't worry, Daddy, it will be okay."

"Please Donna, please do not call me Daddy."

"Okay Ted. I will try really hard to do that."

In the midst of his conscious guilt, Ted watched as Donna slipped off her nightshirt. He tried not to look but he did. He saw her skinny small body. He knew she was about ten to fifteen pounds underweight.

But that did not detract from her small feminine beauty. She was a girl all right, and she had a clean pussy, the smallest female part he had ever seen. Her small slit glistened in the dim moonlight glowing through the window and onto her all-too-naked frame.

Donna's cunt was on fire. She needed him in her and she needed him now. With two fingers she spread her pussy lips as wide as she could. She grasped his big cock with her other hand. She rubbed his wonderful cut cock head up and down her slick little slit.

She was more than ready now and she pushed his fat, cut cock head into her wet little hole. She could forget all the misery now, at least for awhile. She slowly pushed herself down onto his cock. Ted could no longer help himself; he was lost forever, eternally.

The tightness of her cunt was indescribable. He desired her as much as any grown woman, perhaps even more. He watched as her small cunt splayed open and devoured each inch of his cock. He was in her now, almost all the way in her.

Although she had been fucked by all her daddies, Ted's cock stretched her cunt like it had never been stretched before. It was a wonderful stuffing stretch, and she welcomed all of his cock into her small body.

Finally his cock could go no further. Then remembering to call him Ted, she smiled and said, "Move me Ted, move me please!"

Who possessed whom did not matter any more. It was primal nature's instinct that drove Ted to put his hands around her waist. With nature's lust eternal he moved her small body up and down on his cock.

The tightness of her small cunt burned his cock, inflaming the already overflowing lust he now felt for this little eight-year-old girl. He wanted to fuck her now, not just now but as long as he lived.

He would protect his child lover as a father protects his daughter. No he thought, not like that, he was not her daddy. He was her lover, her mate. By the laws of nature they were one unit together.

"OH Ted! OH! Daddy! OH!! Ted!!" Donna shrieked as she was swept away from the horrors of her small life and into the eternal bliss of multiple orgasms.

She would protect him now. She knew better than to let him make any silly mistakes. She did not want any more daddies. She wanted the man she now had. She wanted the man she now knew as her lover, as Ted.

Her cunt spasmed again and she whispered the magic words, "Ted, Ted, Ted. Love me, Ted."

The head of his cock was mashed tight against her small cervix. He felt his orgasm loosen from deep in his balls. Like a raging volcano it moved up his long cock stem and painfully but joyfully fired right through her slightly distended cervix and into her small womb.

The act was over for now but they both knew there were many more acts to follow. Ted stroked her back. She had her head on his chest. She looked up at him as his soft cock slithered out of her cunt.

She looked into his eyes and said, "You're not gay, are you Ted?"

"No Donna, I am not gay. I just said that hoping you would not want to fuck me."

"It's okay Ted, I understand." she sighed a very contented sigh.

"I love you Ted, do you love me?"

"I guess I do Donna, I guess I do."

"Good, because when my sister gets better you will need to fuck her too."

"Why?"

"Because it's not fucking Ted, it is something else. I don't know what to call it, but it's better than fucking, I know that. And I and my sister will take care of you Ted, like you will take care of us."

"It's called making love, Donna, and yes, as I have made love to you I will make love to your sister. And I swear to take care of you both as long as I live."

"Ted, I am glad you're not my daddy."

"Why?"

"Because someday you'll be a real daddy, won't you, Ted?"

"Someday Donna, someday, and you will be a real mommy too." She smiled when he said that.

"Ted, I'm still hungry. Can I have something more to eat?"

"Do you like fruit? I have canned peaches, pears and apricots."

"Wow, I really like peaches. Can I have that?"

"Sure, I'll get some for you."

Ted eased Donna off his chest and got out of the bed. As he put his pants on he knew Donna was looking at him. He still felt a little uncomfortable about what he had just done. But somehow he knew that it would pass.

"Ted," Donna said, "Bring all the guns into the house. It's better that way."

He knew she spoke from experience and he would do as she asked. Donna reached under the pillow and she found the pistol Ted had left there. The pistol was heavy but she knew how to use it and she would if need be.

"Ted, take this just in case." she said and stretched out her hand.

Ted took the gun. He knew Donna at this point knew a lot more about survival in this strange new world he had dug his way into. He now knew it was a vicious world and humans would do anything to survive, even resorting to cannibalism.

From what she had told him and also what she had not said, Ted surmised that Donna had witnessed the ambush and murder of her real daddy by other desperate men who had found the family of survivors here. God only knew what they might have done to her mother. He would not ask her about that. It would be too painful for her to relive it.

He walked out of the house and over to the Humvee. He retrieved both AKs and all the ammunition. He strapped the AKs over his shoulder, grabbed a can of peaches and returned to the bedroom.

In the bedroom he opened the can of peaches and gave it to Donna. He watched her eat the peaches. At first she ate them as fast as she could but soon she slowed down. Donna was so tired now she could hardly lift her spoon to eat any more of the peaches.

She looked at Ted and said, "I'm tired. Can I sleep now?" and handed him the half-empty can of peaches.

Ted took the can and put it on the night stand next to the bed. He could see Donna fading off to sleep. He helped her lie down. As soon as her head touched the pillows Donna was asleep.

As Ted covered Donna with the blanket, he noticed how really dirty she was. But the thing he noticed most were the scars across her back. Why would anyone want to do that? Whoever had whipped her so viciously; Ted knew that the man who did it was truly a demented person.

But whoever the man was, he got his final reward when the young girl killed him to save herself and her little sister. It was as Donna said; he had been cooked and eaten. Perhaps she realized that if she had not done that to him, he would have done it to the little girls.

Ted retrieved the half empty can of peaches. As he slowly ate the fruit he wondered what to do next. Should he continue east, or stay here with the girls and try to make some kind of a life on this farm? There were no farm animals and no crops left, though.

Still some seeds had survived in the soil and would eventually sprout and grow. Indeed he had already seen a few green shoots here and there on his travels. Many species of plant life would be extinct now, but not all. He smiled. No doubt the hearty dandelion would be one survivor. He knew that dandelion greens could be cooked and eaten.

It occurred to him that much of the sea life had likely survived the planet killer. They could likely catch fish if they lived by the ocean. They would need more than canned food to eat eventually. Humanity would likely have to start all over as primitive tribes of fishermen, he thought.

Other people had likely survived, scattered across the Earth. Indeed Donna herself had seen several men since the catastrophe, desperate men. But there had been fewer of them as time went by until Ted came along. Unlike him they had no vehicles in running condition to travel around in and they were either on foot or perhaps had bicycles. No doubt many of these few survivors had died too for lack of food.

Ted wondered if any birds or land animals had survived. Perhaps some survivalists had thought to take a few chickens underground with them. If so, they might eventually reestablish flocks of chickens. It sure would be nice to have chickens and fresh eggs. But it might be a long time before he ever saw chickens or other birds again.

The only thing he knew for sure was now that they had running water again, tomorrow Donna would be taking a bath. Maybe he would join her in the bathtub. That he knew could be a lot of fun.

"Strange," he thought, "how easy it was to overcome Donna's young age." Instead of dreading their next encounter he now looked forward to it. He also looked forward to fucking her younger sister Alice once she was well again.

But he knew he would not force Alice to spread her legs for him. Alice would have to be as willing as Donna before he would ever make love to her. Perhaps it would be better for the little girl to grow up more, say until she was seven or eight years old.

Ted drank the last of the peach juice. He put the empty can back on the night stand. He slipped under the covers and snuggled close to his little lover. Then he went to sleep and dreamt about fucking little girls.

To be continued

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