Perverts 'R' Us

Like Father, Like Son, Part 2

By Willowall ( M+/g, pedo, rape )

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Part 1

Fred Moore and his son Rod couldn't believe their luck. For two weeks straight they had been able to sneak through the window into 10-year-old Jenny's room every night, lock the door, turn on the lights, fuck her in all her holes, cum in her, turn off the lights, and leave fully satisfied without anyone being any the wiser.

They figured that since she was just a veggie connected to a bunch of machines, the staff at the nursing home didn't worry about her, didn't care about her, and had no reason to ever check on her -- so they had it made.

Well, this particular night had started just as all the others had during the last dozen days or so. They hung out at home, looking at kiddie porn and jacked off until the clock hit 9:00 pm. Then they got in the car, drove to the nursing home, sneaked into Jenny's room, locked the door, turned on the lights, quickly pulled their pants down, slapped Jenny awake, and began to mount her pussy and mouth for some fucking.

This time, Rod went for oral while Fred went for twat.

Fred jumped the girl and jammed his dick into her without even bothering to lube her up. He got about six inches into her when he suddenly feels something block his path.

"What the fuck?" he yelled.

It seemed something was inside her cunt! Fred immediately yanked his meat out of there and reached inside with his right hand, grabbing the piece of paper.

"What is it?" said Rod.

"I don't fucking believe it," said Fred. "It's a note!" He read it.

"Nice pussy, huh? I thought I was the only guy enjoying this piece of gash until about a week ago I was eating her and tasted another man's load in her. I figured out that you've been fucking her every night, so I began watching you. It's been a hot show, and I have an idea on how WE can have even MORE fun! Call me at 555-9765 for details."

Fred and Rod stared at each other completely stunned. The idea that someone had been watching them, and may even be watching them now, made them both nervous. What if it was a cop or some wack job or a blackmailer? They quickly stuffed their dicks back in their pants, turned the lights off, and ran back to the car, racing home with a great deal of fear.

Back at the apartment, Fred called the mysterious note writer in order to find out what fate awaited them. A man with a deep, mature voice answered. He said his name was Buck and he worked as an orderly at the nursing home, where he had been fucking Jenny since the day she arrived. He always used a rubber, so when he noticed sperm in her pussy and her ass, he knew someone else had begun fucking her.

Fred immediately took a liking to the man and invited him over so they could talk about Buck's big plan on how they could enjoy Jenny even more.

Buck showed up 10 minutes later. About 6 foot 4, 220 pounds, in his 50s, and aside from a beer gut, a pretty well built guy. Someone you definitely wouldn't want to get in a fight with.

Buck told Fred and Rod that for the past week, he had been hiding in the closet at night watching them fuck the girl, and that as soon as they left, he would jump on her and fuck her himself.

"I gotta tell you something, guys, " said Buck. "I've fucked a lot of bedridden pussy, but there's something special about this one. I think it's the way she looks at me when I fuck her. You know what I mean? Every time I pump my dick in her, she gets a look on her face like she's been stabbed in the gut by a goddamn samurai sword!"

"You know it!" said Fred.

"And then there's the crying! Oh man, is this cunt a crier or what?" Buck continued. "Last night after you guys fucked her in the ass and the pussy at the same time -- and by the way, GOOD JOB, guys! -- but after you left, I stood there and watched her whimper and cry non-stop. She kept crying when I fucked her. And then when I was done with her, she was still crying when I left!"

Fred and Rod rubbed their bulges through their pants while Buck talked, and Buck started rubbing his too.

"So guys, I wanted to talk to you because I've got a plan on how we can take these good times to an ALL-NEW-LEVEL," said Buck.

THE PLAN

It turned out that Buck's very best friend is a pervert who works for the county morgue, and they've hatched out a fool-proof plan to FAKE Jenny's death if they want.

You see, when a patient dies at the nursing home at night without a doctor on duty, the staff just calls the morgue. They send a guy over to confirm the death, bag the body, and take it back to the mortuary. Well, from 1:00 am to 5:00 am there is just ONE guy working at the morgue -- Buck's buddy.

According to the plan, Buck will call his morgue buddy at 2:30 am and inform him that Jenny has "died". The buddy will quietly and very discreetly stick her body and life support machine in his van while Buck fills out the appropriate paperwork, detailing how he found Jenny's dead body during a routine room check.

Because Jenny's parents moved 2,000 miles away after their daughter's tragedy, they're not going to visit the body before it's "cremated." And because Buck's morgue buddy is in control of the whole operation, he can easily ensure that none of his staff make any inquiries into the body's location. Which is a good thing because Jenny's body won't be at the morgue.

It will be in Buck's bedroom.

Part 2

"Awwwwwwww fuck, awwwwwww fuck, awwww fuuuuuuuuuccccck," Rod moaned, as he dumped yet another load into Jenny's abused pussy. He rolled off of her, then grabbed the mini hand-held wet-vac, rammed it up her cunt, and powered it up so the machine could suck out all his splooge. After a minute, he pulled it out, then emptied the contents into the big milk jug sitting on the nightstand.

After setting the wet-vac down, he picked up the jug and stared in awe at its contents. Ever since the guys moved Jenny into Buck's house ten days ago, they had been dumping all their sperm into the jug, and the thing was already damned near filled up.

In addition to Ron, Fred and Buck, another guy had joined in on Jenny's abuse -- Marshall, the 60-year-old pervert who had helped snatch her from the nursing home. The milk jug was Marshall's idea. He said that it was always his fantasy to shoot sperm directly into a girl's veins, but since she was already hooked up to a feeding tube, why not just fill her feed bag full of sperm?

Marshall walked into the room while Rod was staring at the heavy jug of white, sour, man-cream.

"Nasty, ain't it?" he said, walking up to Rod to get a closer look at the jug himself.

"Fucking raunchy," said Rod.

"It's amazing that ALL that cream came out of only 8 nuts, ain't it?"

"Yeah, but these aren't some ordinary nuts," he said, grabbing his sac. "I've got some fucking bull balls!"

"Well I got some blue balls!" said Marshall. "I haven't had my morning fuck yet."

"Hey, she's waiting for ya," said Rod. "You wanna get fucked, don't you Jenny?"

She just stared at the ceiling.

Then, just as Marshall started to mount the little girl, Fred and Buck walked in.

"Morning guys," said Fred. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing!" yelled Marshall.

"I'm sharing some quality time with my baby!"

"You fuckin dumbass!" shouted Buck. "Don't you know what time it is?"

Marshall pulled his dick out and looked over at Buck.

"No, what time is it?" he asked.

Laughing, Buck picked up the milk jug. "It's feeding time!!"

Marshall quickly jumped off the bed and high-fived his buddies. "I've been waiting for this!" he said, practically drooling. He pulled the feeding bag off of the pole and held it open, waiting eagerly for the filling. Fred held the jug up above the bag, tipped it over, and let the thick stinky sauce spill out. Buck and Rod stared intently at the bag as it filled up, jacking off the whole time.

As the bag filled to the brim, the sperm slowly made its way down the long feeding tube, and then stopped at one of the control joints. Marshall closed up the bag, and then Buck explained the workings of the bag.

"Guys, this bag is designed to hold two days of food if you let the tube run at full blast. We can control how much sperm-feed Jenny gets with this spigot. By putting it on the lowest setting, we guarantee that she gets enough of the stuff so she doesn't starve to death, but we can prolong her intake so it lasts a full 6 days.

Now, we know that if we shoot enough sperm, we can fill this thing up completely in 10 days. But by day seven, she'll be hungry, so we've got a problem on our hands. How do we supply her with enough sperm-food? Marshall, you got any ideas?"

Marshall had a blank look on his face. "Just try to pump out more cum, I guess. I think I can do it if I take some Viagras."

"Good idea," said Fred, "but you don't gotta do that."

The guys had a surprise for Marshall. Knowing how much he wanted this idea to work, they had gone online and struck a deal with some of their favorite online pervert buddies.

"This is what's gonna happen," explained Buck. "We've got 10 pervert buddies all over the country who will be sending us their used tied-up condoms every week so we can dump it into the bag. In exchange for their donations, they get to fuck Jenny once a month."

Marshall looked at Buck in amazement.

"That... that means..."

He was speechless. Buck patted him on the shoulder. "That's right, Marshall. That means that little Jenny here will be eating NOTHING but sperm for the REST OF HER LIFE."

The four men leered down at the helpless bitch, lying on the bed with an IV tube in her arm and a feeding tube sticking down her throat, slowly filling up with CUM.

Part 3 coming soon.

Write to Willowall at monsterwadd@yahoo.com for story ideas, suggestions, questions, etc.