Perverts 'R' Us

My Dear Diary - Chapter 9 - Teahouse Voodoo

By purpuss ( g+-bi/b+/ M+/1st/pedo/anal/cons )

Submitted by: Kamkat

High in the mountains, along the banks of the tortuously winding Rio Paulaya, near the rural village of Dulce Nombre de Culmi in the heart of central Honduras, a young man hastily gathered his meager belongings and prepared to flee to the north. The man had made a terrible mistake, but he'd been arrogant enough to try ignoring the consequences.

At one time he had been engaged to the most beautiful young virgin within the whole province of Olancho, and some even said to Gracias a Dios bordering the Great Golfo to the north and east, and even as far away as Nicaragua and El Pacifico to the south. Her beauty was legend, one that grew and spread far and wide, embellished by all who met her.

The lovely virgin had lately turned thirteen years of age, ready in those parts to be married. But the man had been impatient, and so taken by her budding charms, he violated her early one hot summer night before they were to be wed in the great Cathedral in town. The virgin bled profusely, so her kin soon discovered his transgression. They demanded that he do the right thing by their sister at once, but the man swore she had been impure when he had her, so marriage was out of the question. She was on her own.

Unbeknownst to the simple man, known in these parts as Ramon de Gonzalez, this particular child of his attentions was in fact a powerful voodoo queen who had transformed herself to a young virgin so that she might then extract the man's vital strength in the coupling of their anticipated marriage. Consequently, when he spurned her, she became enraged and visited upon him late one night to extract a terrible revenge.

She came to him in the dark, on a lonely dirt path deep in the woods that led to his hovel from the town's cantina. He was surprised to see her, especially after all the grief with her family he'd lately put her through. But she was young, infatuated, and quite obviously obsessed with her very first true love-or so he believed.

All at once he was overwhelmed anew by her striking beauty. She was a tiny thing-standing barely tall enough for her chin to reach above the hemp knot that secured his simple worker's trousers. She had eyes that were as dark as the midnight sky and long thick, lustrous, sweet-smelling hair that fell in curly tresses below her thin waist. This night he saw that she wore her favorite dress-a tattered, thin rag that barely covered her nakedness beneath it. Through one of its deep-cut armless sleeves, he saw the budding cone of her childish pre-formed breast, the dark cap of its nipple erect, excited, anticipating his touch. She walked barefoot as usual.

"Oh, my love," She beseeched him, "I cannot bear to be without you even one more night. Take me again in your arms and make me your woman this last time before we part."

The man was leery, but the insistent swelling in his trousers and his fond memory of her rape their first time, soon overcame all hesitation or caution. He would deceive her as usual, claim he, nay-THEY, had been grievously wronged and he would sleep with her again this night-indeed, as long as she was ripe for his taking.

Before taking her in his arms, his rough calloused hands stripped her simple dress away. Her pale naked body in the high-mountain moonlight was luminous. She was a wondrous vision of a magical sprite, a fairy, a woodland nymph. He quickly untied his waistband knot and his trousers fell away. He hefted his swollen manhood to her child-like innocent face, and reached back behind her head to pull her mouth upon him.

When he had taken his pleasure in her mouth-after laughing in amusement when she gagged and struggled at the end of his spurting sword, he allowed the child to pull him down on a bed of moist grass, to lie beside her on his back. He was pleased when she climbed over him, straddled his strong legs with her thin thighs, and guided his still erect member into her small body. She had to struggle mightily to do so, but it was much easier than the first time, he recalled, when he had to split her hymen with brute force-causing her to bleed profusely. It was only because of that slick bloody lubrication that he was able to force it inside her slender body at all.

Absently he watched the girl labor on top of him, drawing him ever deeper within her, making his grand pechinga grow strong and vigorous. He couldn't help but wonder if he hadn't made a mistake by not marring this one-after all, she was every man's fondest dream: Young, obedient, compliant and willing. A man could do much worse in life. But no, it never lasted. As soon as they became pregnant, they soon lost their girlish figures, they became less willing to suck when the man wanted them in that way, more demanding and jealous of their time, shrill and complaining over everything. No, it was best to know them in this way, on his terms, and after they were broken in, he'd leave them-let some other poor fool be trapped at the alter-one who believed marriage bought their undying love and loyalty. Inevitably, he could always visit them several times thereafter as their cherished secret lover, so long as their newlywed husbands never found out.

But then he studied the girl's face through his alcohol haze more carefully. Could it be that his young lover had sent an older sister in her place? For the girl was remarkably older-her breasts were full and as heavy as ripe melons; her hips broader, her pozo more voluminous and demanding. He felt himself sucked ever deeper into her body, as if this creature had grown the sharp teeth of a tiburon, the great white one of the Golfo that sought to devour his manhood bite by crushing bite. He realized he was in considerable pain.

He struggled to throw the woman off of him, but her legs had become thick and muscular and held him in their vice-like grip. She ground and slammed her ponderous weight determinedly against him. He began to panic-this could not truly be happening! It was the drink, or a trick of the moonlit night, but now this woman on top had aged into a wrinkled old crone! More frightening still, he could feel his penis growing thick and expansive within her. It grew and continued to grow with each squeezing pull from her cunt, and with each additional inch that it lengthened, he screamed in searing pain.

As his convulsions overcame him and he ejaculated a river of semen into the cackling mad old hag, he screamed at her, "Bruha!-You are a Witch!" He cried in utter horror. "What kind of creature have you become?"

"Ramon, you are an animal!" The wicked old crone hissed into his face. "And for spurning ME, I make you into the beast that you are-a BURRO! From this day on, you will never have another human woman again-much less a mere child such as I was for your taking… You are forever CURSED with the pechinga y pellotas of a field animal!"

And then she lifted herself from him, pulling away and away forever it seemed. Ramon was shocked and horrified to behold the size he had somehow become. His once proud massif was now a brutal bat, standing a full meter in length with a girth as thick as his arm!

The crone left him there, unconscious and naked by the side of the road. When he awoke, as he did each and every day since, he was painfully aware that he hadn't been dreaming that fateful night.

For a long time thereafter, Ramon hid himself away from other people. He walked with a limp-it was impossible to conceal the extra thickness within one of his trouser legs, and the weight of his giant gonads pulled heavily, painfully from his crotch. But in time, he made an amazing discovery. The old bruha's magic was not without its rewards…

Despite her wish to emasculate him, to isolate him from all other young women, Ramon discovered that every female child and young woman he encountered became instantly mesmerized with him. It was as if they could see clearly through his trousers, and beholding the massive mystery there, they were entranced and compelled to have his pechinga for their own.

He was boldly and openly stared at by young virgins of all ages-some as young as five or six years of age, and they followed him, and found ways to confront him in secret places away from the village. There they would insist he show them his naked body. Once he did so, they had to touch it, and once they touched, his blood would rise, and the terrible pechinga would grow and grow until their eyes went wide with innocent wonder or delirious horror, and their mouths fell open in speechless disbelief. Inevitably, it was their simple clothes that fell away next, and before he knew what he was doing, he was upon them, brutally penetrating them, impaling them on that gory shaft.

It seemed that once they partook of the seed he shot forth into them-whether by mouth or other orifice-they were forever changed. They became obsessed with all male organs, whether they belonged to their brothers, uncles, their fathers, or any stranger that happened to pass their way; it mattered not. Soon, the entire village attempted to hide what was happening in each family. The boys and men were generally pleased and satiated anyway-but none would dare speak of it to any other.

And were it ever like this he may have lived his days forever in the vicinity of the village, fearing only the older women whose attentions from their men folk greatly suffered. But not all young children survived the ordeal of their first encounter with Ramon. Some were not physically able to endure that brutal assault.

He remembered with sadness his first fatal victim. She was only six, but highly curious, and because she was a farm girl, she knew what she beheld when she first saw his burrito pechinga. At first she wished only to coax his seminal eruption with her tiny tongue all over its massively swollen purple cap. She held it in both tiny hands and pumped it up and down furiously. But at the last moment, she drew him down upon her, pulled his great erection between her upraised skinny legs, and fit the gap between her lips-he fell upon her. She screamed as if her violation had opened the gates of hell. Ramon let go his torrent of fluids, and like a gun barrel jammed with a stick, she simply exploded. The pressure and volume of his thick gushing discharge quickly bloated her belly and then, like a bursting over-ripe fruit, she split open from vaginal slit to sternum. Her lifeless eyes beheld him-opened wide in their last vision of shocked instant ecstasy. Ramon ran away, but her body was soon discovered. And as time went on, there were others who met the same gory fate.

At first the villagers blamed a mythical hombre-lobo, a man-wolf who raped and devoured their young. But no wolf droppings were ever found and the footprints left behind were always those of a mortal man. Ramon was forced to flee before they came for him. He walked north-north to the new countries, until he crossed a river in a hot place and found himself in a land the gringo diablos called Texas.

The journey had aged him, his harrowing experiences had turned his hair snowy white. He pretended to be mute in order to garner sympathy and patience from the fast-talking gringos, and his appearance lent him an air of quiet dignity, so they generally left him alone. He took on simple work none of them wished to do. He became a landscaper, but then, after moving further northward to cooler climate and a wealthier clientele, a gardener of expensive home developments.

He had been working in this particular rich neighborhood for a little more than a month when he first encountered the little rubia girl who played in back of her mansion in a small house that would have been luxurious and spacious in his old village.

As usual, she came right up to him, staring pointedly at his crouch. He had been clipping hedges with the large scissors. She tugged on his trouser leg to get his attention-actually, the truth of the matter was, she pulled on his long dangling pechinga concealed within his baggy pants. She was direct, and seemed to know what she wanted.

He remembers when she got his attention that way; he looked down to behold her for the first time. She had sky blue eyes and golden grain-colored hair, an amazing sight for a man who'd seldom even heard of such a thing, except in barroom stories. She was dressed in clothing that only a doll in an expensive city store would wear: frilly white dress with pink bows, knee-high white socks and tiny black buckled patent leather shoes.

She must have been only six or seven years old; the same age as the first child he burst open. She looked up at him curiously as she kept a firm grip on his pechinga within the folds of his trousers between his legs.

"My name's Amy." She spoke. "What's yours?"

Of course, he had played mute for many months by now, so he just returned her stare intently. She studied his face for a long moment, then dropped her gaze to her hand on his leg.

"Why is your wiener so long?" She asked innocently.

Ramon kept silent but could not remove his eyes from her beautiful porcelain skinned face. It would be a shame to pop this one, he thought. But he never knew what their ability or capacity was to endure him. And try as he might, he was helpless to prevent what always happened. They would try him, some would die; and the rest went crazy from their newfound appetite for male semen. He couldn't help himself, he was a vampire-a sexual vampire living under an old bruha's curse.

"Would you like to see my dolly's teahouse?" She asked.

Ramon kept quiet, holding the big scissors in his rough hand by his side. He had no idea what the little girl was saying, but he knew what would inevitably come of this encounter.

"Come!" She tugged on the bulge next to his leg. "Come with me, I'll show you."

So he followed the little girl and ducked low to enter the little house she had brought him to.

Later Thursday afternoon…

Dear diary:

I never say that... "Dear diary"... I don't know why I wrote it, maybe just to see how it looked. I think Lauri is still on the IM but she hasn't messaged me back in a while-maybe she had to go and eat her supper. So in the meantime, I'll try to catch up with what we did next last Saturday after the boys left to do Frank's paper route.

We were just pouring the last drops of milky-sweet cum-coated cereal from our bowls into our upturned mouths, when I heard the "Snip-snip" of scissors out in our backyard. I leapt from the table to look out the back kitchen door.

"Look Lauri! It's Mr. Gonzalez, our gardener!" I exclaimed.

"A gardener?" Lauri asked, looking at me all funny-like. "What's so friggin' special about THAT?"

"This is Mr. Gonzalez!" I said pointedly, "And have I got SOMETHING to show YOU!"

"We're going outside looking like THIS?" She looked shocked, holding up the hem of her red transparent lace nightie.

"Oh yeah!" I grinned at her naughtily. "You'll see why in a moment!"

So I grabbed Lauri's hand and pulled her through the backdoor, across our grassy lawn toward the dolly teahouse I've played in ever since I was a little girl. Mr. Gonzalez was trimming a hedge next to its front door. He's taken real good care of all the flowers and shrubs around my teahouse for more than a few years now.

"Good morning, Mr. Gonzalez!" I greeted him brightly, "I brought my friend Lauri today to play with you!"

"He doesn't SEEM very friendly!" Lauri remarked, squinting up to study his face. The large mute said nothing but turn his sad intent glare upon her. "Whoa…! Is THAT what I THINK it is?" She gasped in wonder when the man turned on his slow feet to face her. He listened intently to the conversation we were having…

"That's EXACTLY what you THINK it is!" The one called Amy was telling her friend with an air of proud possession, "And Mr. Gonzalez will let us play with it and he never tells anybody either!" She added. "Come on, he'll follow us into the teahouse where we won't be seen. I've done this MANY times before."

"You HAVE?" The Lauri girl asked in disbelief, unable to peel her eyes from the bulging thick limb extending well past the knee in the old man's denim-bib trousers.

"Sure! I'll teach you how to tame a grownup too!" The Amy rubia said to her.

Ramon heard these things as if the two were bartering for his soul from a distance. He could still not believe the great fortune he had found ever since meeting this little rico rubia-she was a constant source of sexual pleasure to him. Still, he could not understand how she had survived their many, and often violently strenuous encounters. And she did not appear to become entranced or loco as all the other Indio girls had soon afterwards become.

Perhaps the rubia gringas were different, he mused as he gazed upon this newest little one-all flaming red hair like a she-devil, with little dark sun-spots covering her delicate flower-pedal white skin. She dressed like the blondie-wearing nothing beneath her tiny invisible clothing; enticing him, willing him to ravish her child-like body. Yes, perhaps the gringas were really devils or vixens sent to test his curse and delight in it, and in doing so, cause HIM to go loco with desire for THEM instead.

Ramon was pondering these thoughts when the girl he knew from before pulled him down to sit upon the only adult-sized stuffed chair in the little house. Everything else was very small-made for fairies or sprites he assumed. Such luxurious accommodations could not solely be for the lifeless dolls these children occasionally played with. He followed their every movement, their every speech inflection, their body language. He knew why they had brought him here, it was only a matter of time until they permitted themselves to overcome their embarrassment or their sense of well-founded fear, and to take from him what they really wanted. He could afford to be patient. He was the most patient vampire in the whole world.

I sat with Lauri on the floor afghan throw rug; our knees were tucked up tightly to our chins. We sat directly across from Mr. Gonzalez the gardener. She sensed immediately why we were sitting this way. We were showing ourselves off to the old man, watching his eyes explore beneath our dresses, stare between our legs and gaze upon our young hairless pussies. I knew Mr. Gonzalez really liked looking at little girls-his breathing became deeper, he licked his dry old cracked lips, and then at first slowly, then more and more so you could notice, the lump down his trouser leg stretched itself out.

I whispered in Lauri's ear, "I usually tease him like this until he has to take it out for me. It must get painfully cramped in there and when it grows as big as it gets, he has to set it free."

"Doesn't he get mad at you for teasing?" Lauri wanted to know.

"Oh no! He likes it! After he shows me his, I let him see all of me. And then I play with it and… YOU'LL see!" I giggled in her ear.

"Oh my God!" Lauri buried her head against my hair before quickly turning back to look. "His cock is HUGE! Look at how long it's become!"

"It's still growing! Watch what happens." I told her. Then I talked gently to the old man, because I knew from before he seemed to like the sound of my voice. It did something to him; made him hornier, even if he couldn't really understand what I was saying. "Do you LIKE looking at our little pussies, Mr. Gonzalez?" I cooed sweetly. "Oh yeah," I said, spreading open my legs to give him a better view. "Of course you do, don't you? You LIKE looking at little girl's pussies!"

The old man stirred uncomfortably in his seat, stretching his leg so that his concealed cock had room to grow.

"I brought you a new little pussy to see today too!" I exclaimed as I reached over between Lauri's parted thighs to lift her nightie hem and gently pry her pussy lips apart. "See, she's nice and tight inside! She would be a VERY tight fit for your nasty 'ol donkey cock, wouldn't she?"

Now the old man tried to choke back a whimper, and a thin trail of spittle drooled from the corner of his slack mouth.

"I'm going to let you watch us rub each other's pussies until we make our clitties all slippery hard and wet-wouldn't you like to watch us do that?" I said.

The wizened white-haired man actually bobbed his head up and down, as if somehow he knew what I was saying to him.

"And then I'm going to poke my finger into Lauri's little asshole… I KNOW you'll want to see me do THAT! But… You know the rule!" I said, sternly shaking my finger at him. "No touching! We get to play with YOU first!"

As if on cue, the big man struggled up from his seat and fumbled at his bib suspender buckles. He pulled harshly on the cheap snaps at each side, and the coveralls fell down around his ankles. Just like a diving board when a fat boy jumps off to do a cannonball into the pool, his huge cock sprang up to stick straight out and point right at us! Lauri let out a yelp like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

This was the best part-the part he anticipated and relished almost as much as filling their hot little crevices with his manly stream of fluid. The part when they first beheld the burro pechinga, in fact, EVERY time they saw it, their reaction was always the same. The new little one cringed back in utter fright, clinging to the rubia, kicking her little feet against the rug as if she could push herself safely away. In her haste, she made herself even more open and vulnerable. He could see her wetness beginning down there-a wetness of desire? Or fear?

Even the rubia's blue baby eyes flew open wide, although she'd seen her master's one-eyed face many times before. Look at them, he thought, they were like two little snakes, following the pechinga's heavy veined head as it bobbed and danced its hot coursing blood lust ritual before them.

I will baptize the new one into the fold of the damned, he told himself, gripping the stout mast before him, its great head held as proud and as high as his own.

That big 'ol donkey cock of Mr. Gonzalez' really scared Lauri when it jumped out as it did like that! I started to laugh at her, but my throat was too dry and I was feeling kinda quivery inside myself. I decided she needed some good 'ol "skinship" to get her to relax. (That's a word Jessie taught me-meaning its okay to touch each other's bodies.) So I lifted her little nightie and rubbed my finger up and down through her little crack until I was able to get her clitty to pop right out. She was already as slippery and wet as I was-I guess just seeing about that big 'ol cock got us both hot! :-)

She wasted no time getting her little fingers into me either! Before I knew it, my clitty was as puffy and swollen as a little baby boy's dick… It stood straight up from its fleshy hood, I don't know WHY it was acting so excited!

Mr. Gonzalez was stroking that big bat of his with both hands, running his fist over the purple knobbed top-making some slippery clear juice start oozing out in drips and beads between his fingers. We could hear his hands whipping over it in slicks and swishes as his hands flew faster and faster up and down the whole thing. It made the bag between his legs slosh too-those big 'ol nuts inside were the size of cantaloupes I imagined. Lauri's fingers were wedged up inside my puss-but her eyes were riveted on Mr. Gonzalez' blurred hands and the winking pee hole at the tip of his cock. I didn't realize until then I was squeezing so hard on my little muscle, she couldn't pull her hand away if she'd wanted to. I had been poking my thumb in and out of her butt while my fingers twitched over her clitty. I don't know if it was from feeling me, or she just got into her shaking out of being afraid for what'd happen next, but she really started twitching… I thought her little butt muscle would snap my thumb off she clamped down on it so hard!

But by then Mr. Gonzalez let out a great deep growl and that 'ol monster cock was like a garden hose let loose on the lawn! A big long streak of his hot slimy cum juice shot out and smacked all over Lauri's face! I didn't even have time to look away before he aimed the next stream all over me!

By then, neither one of us could see what was happening with all that hot drippy goo running through our eyes, noses and mouths. Mr. Gonzalez had crept up closer on us and he was shooting his stuff under our dresses, into our gasping open mouths, everywhere he could spray us! We were totally soaked!

When it was going on, I didn't know if it would EVER stop, but finally I didn't feel any more smacks of hot juice hitting me like raindrops anywhere. Lauri gasped and coughed, then she was sitting up and whipping her hands across her face. I looked through drips splattered in my hair and saw her slurping gobs of the gooey white cream up onto her tongue and lapping it down greedily. "What a treat!" She cried.

I had just crawled over on my hands and knees to where she sat, when all of a sudden, I felt Mr. Gonzalez come up behind me. His big 'ol cock poked right up my little dress and I felt his big hands spread my ass cheeks wide open. Before I could say, "shit!" that big fat head of his cock popped right into my butt, past my cummy slick muscle, and he gave it a big shove!

Lauri had moved behind me to watch what happened. She was playing with Mr. Gonzalez' balls, rolling them in her hands while she stared at that pounding pole of his poke further and further up my behind. She wasn't one to be left out of the fun for long though. Soon she was lying face down on the floor beside me with her butt raised high, her hands holding her cheeks open for her own ass-fucking by a monster cock.

It was always the same with these little chicas, Ramon thought to himself. Once they are baptized in the fountain of spurting pre-cum, they hold themselves open for his burro pechinga's impaling penetration of their treasured bodies. It was almost a death wish, a feral desire to join the legion of his crazed sex-vampires-with him as their leader, their head priest of the grand pechinga-the fulfillment of their tiny pozos.

Now, as in so many times before, he knelt before twin gaping dark holes, a pair of vast pleasure voids, two tunnels winding deep into the bowels of these beautiful little children. Soon he would pump them full of his real gift… The real fruit of his heavy pellotas, the thick slimy gushing river that would make every ejaculation up to this point seem like a mere holy water sprinkling!

We never did hear Mr. Gonzalez leave the dolly teahouse. It's hard to say how long we were asleep. All I know is waking up and seeing Lauri laying on her side still and totally lifeless. I rolled her over…

Her tummy was huge and round and fat as if she were a pregnant lady! I was afraid she would burst, so I pulled her legs back as I squat over her face. Her legs acted like a pump for her belly, so I was able to squeeze most of the cum out of her and suck that up with the rest that poured out from her pussy. Just then she woke up and fastened her mouth tightly over my rear end. It least we were able to save it that way without wasting the delicious gift after all…

I only wish we could have thanked Mr. Gonzalez for all that wonderful cum he gave us!

(Continued in Chapter 10)

Note: These stories are derived from my preteen sister's online diary-you can read some of her fiction: "Hentai Schoolgirl Model" submitted by Kamkat. Comments to: catsNO-SPAMclaw@hush.ai. (Remove NO-SPAM).