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Hand in the Cookie Jar 96kb (ped)

Written by Alocer Loki 2003

Chapter 1

	Aren't tears sweet? Are they not just so seductive, and so sexy? I 
could lie awake all night listening to her cry. That is, if she didn't 
cry herself to sleep first but then I have always been one to indulge in 
my desires. I not only like to have my cake and eat it; I expect it.

	She was silent now, with her head resting upon my chest; her warm 
breath expelled from her mouth in rhythmic busts that tickled my skin. 
rising hairs in it's wake. She was asleep, so peaceful, and so calm. 
This would not do. I stroked my hand across her smooth golden blond hair 
waiting for my desires to kick in, for my lust to override my senses. I 
wasn't fighting it and it took no time for my hands, almost on auto 
pilot to grab hold of that silk and yank it up-wards.

	The effect was almost instant, her eyes snapped open and she screamed, 
her hands came up and took hold of my arm as she desperately tried to 
pry my fingers from her hair. Oh bliss. I pulled her up to me and placed 
my mouth over hers pushing my tongue deep inside. Oh yes! What more 
could a father want?

	I pulled her off of me so that I could peer into her deep blue, and 
bloodshot eyes; tears streamed down her cheeks, and I reached down to 
wipe the small droplets from her chin. At eight Dee, my daughter, was an 
image of beauty; her smooth child's body was nothing short of perfect, 
from the pink, flat and very sensitive little nipples, to her fat 
hairless cunt. I had never been able to stop myself from taking 
advantage of this pretty little whore, and I wasn't about to stop now. I 
leaned into her and licked around her small ear sucking it into my mouth 
and placing kisses all over it."I need you to fuck me," I whispered to her.

	Dee screwed her eyes shut. "Please Daddy stop," she sobbed. "Let go."

	"Will you fuck me good then?" I asked with a little yank.

	"Ow!" cried the child. "Yes! Please let go, I'll fuck you."

	I smiled at her, and brought my hand hard across her face; her head 
snapped to the side. "Now my little slut," I said. "Start fucking."

	I used her hair to pull the child over my waist, and then let go of it 
so that I could take hold of her legs and force her to straddle me, and 
then, grabbing hold of her waist, I guided her down until her hairless, 
and dry, pussy was pressed against my fat, swollen cock.

	Dee mewled, her hands went down to her pussy, to try and pry her crack 
open just a little more, just to let my cock slide inside that much 
easier. Despite having fucked this child for most of her life, it still 
hurt her to fuck me, at least while she was dry. There were times, that 
I tried to give pleasure to my little slut, it helped keep control 
somewhat, but this was not one of them.

	I pulled her body down and thrust my pelvis up simultaneously. Jamming 
my cock up against the hole, and slipping it slowly inside. Dee screwed 
up her face, and gasped in pain. Tears welled in her eyes, and she let 
out short grunts. "Fuck me," I said. "Fuck me or I'll stick pins through 
your nipples again."

	I felt the weight on my cock increase. I felt it squeeze up inside of 
the nine year old girl. She had such a tight little fuck hole. Sex with 
my daughter was always great. She sucked in air with short gasping 
breaths. Pushing down ever further. She knew that if she didn't get all 
of me inside her that I would be mad. I would hurt her more if she dared 
stop now.

	So she pushed downward, and I thrust up-wards, trying to jam as much of 
my cock inside the tiny child as possible. Until, eventually, she 
managed to push down onto me. My cock traversed her cervix and plunged 
deep into her uterus. She now lent forwards, draping her body over mine. 
Tears streamed down her face as she pressed it into my chest. Dee began 
to rock back and forth. She let out high-pitched grunts as she tried, 
despite the pain, to force as much of my cock in and out of her 
pre-pubescent cunt as possible.

	The feeling of my cock deep inside this little girl was great.

	I reached down, entangling my fingers in the hair of my little slut, 
and then used that hold to drag her head over my chest, until her lips 
were pressed against my nipple. "Suck on it little girl," I said. "You 
know how I like it."

	The sobbing child opened her mouth and took my nipple between her lips. 
To suck on it gently, and running her tongue over it. I let go of her 
hair and trailed both of my hands down her back until they rested on her 
arse. I gripped the cheeks in my hands and pulled them apart before 
squashing them back together. Then I pulled her down onto me, fucking up 
into the little slut at the same time. It really did feel so good. The 
grunts coming from my little girl, and the feeling in my cock were just 
magical.

	I rolled over pulling her under me, so that I could get a proper pivot. 
So that I could fuck into her harder. She gripped onto me as I began to 
brutally thrust in and out of her preteen body. I fucked her as hard as 
I could, and I enjoyed her every moan, her every scream, and every tear.

	It wasn't very long before I could feel the cum begin to rise. The 
feeling caused me to fuck harder. The thought ran through my mind, the 
harder I fucked her the more it would hurt her. I needed to fuck her 
hard. My balls boiled over, and I grunted, thrusting in as deep as I 
could I filled the little girl up with my cum. Then I relaxed.

	I collapsed on top of my little girl, crushing her body beneath my 
weight. I lay there, very still listening to her moan, and then enjoying 
it when she began to struggle. "Please get off," she cried. "I can't 
breath."

	I laughed and shifted. Letting her slip out from under me, then wrapped 
my arms around her body and pulled her in close to me. The sweet scent 
of sex, and sweat encapsulated my baby. I closed my eyes and drifted of 
slowly to sleep, listening to the beautiful child cry.

	

****

	

The rain was coming down hard, but I was in no hurry to get home. I had 
been for a long time but now I was as wet as I was going to get. There 
just didn't seem much of a reason to continue hurrying. Besides, I would 
have my soft, and hot daughter to warm me up when I got in.

	That was my reason to rush, but I was patient. The way I saw it, the 
longer I took to get home, the more I would take it out on her. Tonight 
I was feeling mean. I wanted to make my little girl bleed tonight, and 
to hear her screams echoing through into the morning. It wasn't that she 
deserved it. Dee, for the most part, was a very good, and very obedient 
little girl. It was because it would make me feel good.

	I rounded the corner and strolled down the road, towards my house, I 
was close now, and the excitement was building within me. I had an urge 
to run the rest of the way, my cock stood up hard, and pressed against 
the front of my trousers, as eager as I to pound Dee's arse. 
Nevertheless I didn't hurry. Either way I would get there soon enough.

	When I finally did push open the door to the house, I could barely keep 
myself from screaming at her. I wouldn't have been surprised if she was 
hiding again. After a rough night she sometimes didn't want anything to 
do with me. I was kind of hoping that she was hiding. It would give me 
an excuse to go very hard on her.

	Not that I needed much of an excuse, but it was always nice if I didn't 
have to make something up. I stripped off my soaking wet jacket and 
threw it over the peg in the hallway. Shaking some of the excess rain 
from my clothes I moved down the hallway towards the stairs. My 
intention was getting to my bedroom and changing, but as I past the 
living room door I heard giggling.

	I stopped and frowned. The first thought that crossed my mind was that 
she was watching TV. Dee knew she wasn't allowed to do that. As my hand 
reached out towards the handle another voice spoke out. "Oh yes, oh Dee 
you are so fucking wonderful," he said.

	Dee giggled again.

	I didn't know what to think, I just pushed open the door and stepped 
inside.

	I don't know what I expected, but I had thought that Dee would have 
been too frightened of me to do this. My daughter screamed as soon as 
she saw me. She darted and dove behind the sofa. The boy on the other 
hand just blushed bright red and hurriedly tucked his cock back into his 
school trousers. He pushed his glasses on and looked up at me with. 
"Umm, I err," he started.

	I was dumbstruck. I could do little more than stare into the green eyes 
of this boy. I found myself admiring my daughters taste. He was 
exceptionally cute. Beautiful for a boy of twelve, or maybe thirteen. He 
still wore his school uniform, black trousers, and white shirt. His 
blazer, I noted, was strewn across the sofa, and the end of his maroon 
tie stuck out from his pocket.

	His face was very feminine, and his skin fair and he had an almost 
delicate look about him. Something I found very appealing. This was a 
sexy little boy indeed. I had briefly thought of creating hell, but now 
I had the same thing in mind as my daughter; I wanted to fuck this 
little boy. He deserved to be buggered for making advances to my 
daughter. Fuck, for letting Dee touch his little cock, this little slut 
deserved to be killed.

	"How old are you?" I asked.

	"Um, twelve sir," he whispered.

	I frowned. "You do realise that whether or not you are an adult sexual 
contact with somebody Dee's age is child abuse?" I asked.

	"Oh I umm but I'm only twelve."

	"That doesn't matter." I said. "You are going to be put into a home, 
and, do you have any brothers or sisters?" he nodded. "They will be 
taken away also."

	"I didn't know," said the boy, his eyes filled up with tears.

	I knew that this excuse was a little paper thin, but it was the best I 
could come up with at the spur of the moment. "Ignorance isn't an 
excuse. If you steal something from somebody, just because you don't 
know it belonged to anyone else doesn't mean it isn't stealing."

	"I'll do anything please," sobbed the child.

	"Show me what you were doing to my daughter," I said.

	"P-pardon!"

	"You heard me," I spat. "Dee."

	My little girl crawled out from behind the sofa. She stood up and 
stared down at my feet. She knew that she was in deep shit. "I'm sorry 
Daddy," she whispered.

	She was dressed in a light blue blouse and a dark blue denim skirt 
which fell just below her knees. I had almost forgotten she still had 
these clothes. I glanced up at the boy. "Show me what the two of you 
were doing when I came in," I said.

	The boy stood ridged as Dee approached him, she stood on tip-toe and 
pressed her lips to his mouth. I could see her tongue pressing against 
his mouth. Her hand moved to the front of his trousers. She pulled down 
the fly and took his cock out into her hand. His four inch erection sat 
nicely in Dee's palm and she stroked on it. The boy sighed and opened 
his mouth. His tongue pushed out and licked across Dee's teeth. He 
seemed to forget that I was stood watching.

	I walked to the wall unit and pulled open the draw to retrieve my 
digital camera. Putting it up to my eye I snapped a picture of the 
extremely erotic scene being played out before me. Rather predictably 
the two of them jumped apart. Dee stood shifting from foot to foot, 
whereas the boy gaped up at me. "What did you do that for?" he started.

	"Proof," I said. "Now, no matter what I do. I can put these photos up 
everywhere. Send them to your friends and family and paste them across 
the net, and if you dare say a fucking word about what I do to you and 
my daughter. Trust me when I say you will be put into that home."

	"W-what?"

	"Enough talk, you know what I mean. Now be a good little girl and stand 
up on that coffee table. I want you to do a strip tease for me," I said.

	"B-but I?"

	I slapped the child across his pretty face, stunning the little cunt 
into silence. I grabbed hold of his golden blond curls and pulled him 
close to my face. "Get on the fucking table," I shouted at him. Then I 
pulled back a little to spit into his eyes.

	Shocked into submission the child turned and climbed onto the coffee 
table in the centre of the room. He wiped the saliva from his face and 
looked down at me. "What is your name fuck bucket?" I asked.

	"Sean sir," mumbled the child.

	"Okay Shawnee," I said. "Start dancing, I want you to do me a real good 
lap dance. Now get."

	I slapped him across the top of the legs and then sat down on the sofa. 
Sniffing back his tears the little boy began to move his body. Shaking 
and wriggling it in a very clumsy, yet very sexy manner. "Take off your 
clothes," I reminded him. "Start with your shirt."

	Still keeping his rhythm, rocking from side to side, the boy began to 
undo the buttons on his school shirt. Bit by bit he bared his milky 
white chest, with it's pale pink, and hard little nipples. A child's 
torso, whether boy or girl, is a beautiful thing. Something that always 
brings out great desire in me. The boy pulled off the shirt and dropped 
it onto the floor. His shaky hands moved down his flat belly and took 
hold of the buttons on his trousers. "Wait," I said. "There is no need 
to go so fast."

	The boy stopped. Even his bad dancing ceased he was still crying though 
which was a nice touch I think. I grabbed the camera and flashed another 
picture before I approached the little cunt. He cringed when I touched 
him. Laying my fingers on his belly. "Oh little boy," I said. "You are 
such a beautiful little slut."

	I leant forwards and placed my lips on his chest between those pretty 
nipples. Opening my mouth I sucked on him, and placed small kisses 
across to the left towards his hard little nipple. "Mmm," I moaned and 
took it into my mouth.

	I sucked on it hard, and nibbled softly on the little bud. My left hand 
move down to Sean's crotch to take his exposed little cocklet into my 
hand. Feeling it stiffen up in my grip, I took my lips from him and 
looked down at it. "My," I said. "Can't wait to stick pins into this."

	Sean gave a little whimper.

	I grinned up at him and then took a step back. "Continue little 
boy-slut," I said.

	I slumped back down on the sofa and picked up the camera to snap 
another picture as the child unbuttoned his trousers. He bent over as he 
pulled them down and then stepped out of them, and stood up straight 
just wearing his blue underpants, and a pair of white sports socks with 
black stripe around the top. It was a sight I needed a picture of, so I 
took one.

	"Your pants little cunt," I said.

	The child closed his eyes and sobbed as his hands took hold of the 
waist band of his blue underpants, and slowly, he pulled them down. Slow 
enough for me to take two more pictures of the event. He then stood up, 
completely naked apart from his little socks. I snapped another picture. 
"Just stand still," I said, and put the camera down.

	I turned to Dee and beckoned her to approach. Without hesitation my 
daughter came to me, and stood still, her head still in her chest. She 
looked rather ashamed of herself. Or perhaps sorry for herself. Either 
way it was very sexy. I placed my hand on her chin and tilted her face 
up until I looked her in the eye. I smiled at her. "You are a good 
girl," I said. "Very good."

	"Daddy?" queried the little girl.

	I leant forwards and placed my mouth to hers in long slow deep kiss. My 
tongue searched out the corners of my little sluts mouth. She moaned at 
me and her arms wrapped around my neck. She held onto me, rubbing her 
hot body against me. Her fat little cunt up against my leg. Her 
breathing became heavy and she moaned. So fucking sexy! I pulled my 
tongue from her mouth and looked at her. "Stop little girl," I said, and 
I placed a little kiss on the end of her nose.

	"Oh Daddy," gasped the child.

	"Its okay," I said rubbing my hand into her pussy. "I'll let you cum in 
a minute. We can have nice sex. You'll enjoy it. But I need you to get 
me that big bamboo cane I got you for Christmas, and a big fat dildo."

	"Daddy?" moaned the child.

	I ran my hand across her cheek. "Don't worry little girl," I said. 
"They are for him. Get me a whip as well, I'll let you choose."

	"Oh... umm yes daddy," she moaned. She was certainly reluctant to pull 
herself off of me, but when she did she ran towards the door, and I 
heard her light footsteps thump up the stairs.

	I looked up at the boy. His mouth hung open and his cock stood up hard. 
I grinned at him. "She's well trained," I said.

	I stood up and moved up to him until his cock was pressed against my 
chest, and my lips pressed back against his chest. "You enjoyed that 
didn't you."

	"Oh, umm."

	I reached up between me and him to stroke his cock again. "Listen up 
little girl," I said. "We will get on just fine, as long as you do what 
I say. That means answering my fucking questions, and you fucking dare 
lie... now did you enjoy that?"

	"Y-yes sir," sobbed Sean.

	"That's better," I said. I let go of his cock and moved my hand to his 
balls, giving the marble size orbs a stoke.

	"P-please don't hurt me," he sobbed.

	I snorted. "You should have thought about that before you decided to 
touch my daughter."

	I grabbed hold of his balls, and the little boy howled in pain. He sunk 
to his knees and I followed him down. Not letting go of his little balls 
until his knees hit the table. When I did let go he bent forwards and 
clutched onto his babies. I grabbed his hair and pulled him upright. "I 
am going to fuck you up," I snarled.

	I slapped him across the cheek. "Please sir," he cried.

	"Open your fucking mouth wide," I shouted.

	The boy did as he was told, and I gathered the spit in my mouth. The 
little cunt closed his eyes, but kept his mouth wide open for me to spit 
down onto his tongue. "You little fuck hole," I shouted. "Look at me."

	He opened his eyes and I spat into them. "Now," I said grabbing the zip 
of my trousers I pulled out my stiff cock.

	Sean's eyes seemed to lock onto it like they were magnets. "Suck me," I 
spat.

	I didn't give him much of a time to think before I pulled his head 
forwards and jammed my cock into his face. However he was forced to 
shift his head so that my cock would go into his mouth. He gagged on it. 
Probably more from the thought that he was sucking cock than the actual 
taste. He was pathetic. I pulled him back up off of me and slapped his 
face. "Bitch," I snarled and spat at him again. I turned to my daughter 
standing obediently in the doorway carrying the cane and a long black 
single tail whip in one hand, and the fat ten inch dildo in the other. 
"You are lucky slut," I said to the boy. "After I have fucked my 
daughter I expect a decent throat fuck from you. I won't be helping you 
next time."

	The child sobbed and I slapped him again.

	"Say 'yes sir, I will give you a throat fuck sir' " I demanded.

	"Oh," sobbed Sean. "Y-yes sir, I-I'll give you a throat fuck sir."

	I let go of his hair and spat at him again. "Cunt," I muttered. The boy 
curled up into a ball and sobbed. I turned to Dee and smiled. "I must 
say, you have a great taste in boys."

	"Thank you Daddy," she said.

	I slumped back in the sofa and stroked on the length of my cock. "Come 
show this little cunt of yours how you are supposed to suck cock," I said.

	Little Dee shot me a sweet smile, and padded over to me. She knelt down 
in front of me and took my hard fat cock in both hands and popped the 
head into her mouth. Nobody gave better blow-jobs than my Dee.

	I stoked her cheek, and closed my eyes, enjoying both the feeling in my 
cock, and the warm feeling in my belly that the boys sobs gave me. I 
almost forgot that I was soaked through. It didn't matter anymore. I 
shifted, pulling my clothes off. My daughter didn't once stop sucking 
me. Her lips stayed glued to my shaft and she even made several thrusts 
forwards smacking my cock into the back of her throat. Just how I like it.

	I ran my fingers through her silky blond hair and took hold of it, and 
dragged her up to look into my eyes. Her mouth left my cock with a small 
pop and she looked up at me, still bearing her cheeky yet utterly 
seductive smile. I pulled her up me and she climbed onto me kissing my 
belly then my chest, up my neck and finally finding my mouth she pushed 
her small pink tongue inside it. I gripped the back of her head and 
kissed her back almost roughly. My other hand ran down her body, feeling 
the small lumps which would one day grow into breast, and then down 
between her juicy hairless cunt. I could hardly wait to get my cock back 
in there.

	I pushed my middle finger inside my daughter and she moaned, I felt 
pressure pushed down on it as she tried to get me to push my finger 
deeper. It is strange how sometimes any contact seems torturous to this 
girl, yet at other times she can't get enough of it. I guess that it was 
simply that sex was enjoyable as long as it didn't hurt too much.

	My other hand tugged at her skirt, pulling it off I threw it in the 
general direction of my new boy toy. I felt the buttons popping off of 
her blouse as I pulled on it. I was in no state to take it off properly, 
so I tore it off of her and again threw it away, so that the little 
darling laid across me, her beautiful and undeveloped body naked except 
for a pair of white cotton knickers.

	I broke our kiss just so that I could see her like that. She looked 
into my eyes with lust, and her small body wriggled around on me. She 
moaned and whined, the little bitch was desperate to cum, but she dared 
not ask me to do it. That was sexy.

	I looked across at the naked boy sobbing on the table. Still crying yes 
but his eyes were glued onto Dee, and his cock stood up so stiff it 
looked like it might bust at any moment. I looked back down at my little 
girl. "I think we should make little Shawnie wear your knick-knicks. 
Don't you think?" I said.

	The little girl giggled. "Oh yes Daddy," she breathed.

	Without another thought the little girl slipped out of her knickers, 
exposing her familiar cunt to me. Its puffy bald lips and deep crack 
were a beautiful sight even if it was one I had seen every day for the 
last few years.

	I turned to the boy still cowering on his knees on the table. He was 
just as beautiful. I plucked the knickers from the floor and threw them 
at him. He flinched as they hit his face and fell to the floor. "Put 
them on cunt," I demanded.

	The boy picked up the pair of knickers and looked up at me. "Please 
sir, " he moaned.

	"Listen cunt," I bit. "You do as you are fucking well told or I'll cut 
your balls off. Now put them on."

	Sean shifted and and turned until he was sat on the table. He put his 
feet into the pretty pair of knickers and pulled the undersized garment 
up. I grabbed the camera and snapped several pictures as he struggled to 
get the tight cotton over his stiff cock. But he got them on and sat, 
looking very ashamed with himself. "You are gorgeous little girl," I 
told him. "Now stand back up on the table. Put your hands on your head."

	The boy did as he was told and stood to attention in the middle of the 
coffee table, and placed his hands on top of his head. I had to laugh at 
him, and took a few more pictures of this very beautiful slut, dressed 
up in his pretty pair of knick-knicks.

	"That's good girl," I said. "Now stay there, your real lucky, you get 
to watch me fuck my little daughter. Now say thank you."

	"T-thank you sir," mumbled the child.

	I stood, picking Dee up with me, I turned and laid the nine year old 
beauty on the sofa. I knelt down in front of her and pulled her legs 
apart, opening her beautiful little pussy. I leant forwards and placed 
my mouth against it, and pushed my tongue inside my little girl. The 
gasps and moans that Dee made as I nibbled on her little clit were 
musical. She wriggled about, her legs jerking, as if she were unable to 
keep still. I even felt her hands on my head, just resting there, but I 
knew she wanted me to push harder into her. She wanted to cum, but was 
still too frightened to ask for it.

	When I took my mouth away, there was an almost disappointed moan from 
Dee. I stood up and brushed the hair from my daughters eyes. "I'm going 
to give you a fuck now," I told her.

	Dee bent her legs until her feet were resting on the side of the sofa, 
then lifted her arse up displaying her fat cunny for me. It was all to 
much to refuse. I spat down onto her and rubbed it in with my hard, and 
stiff cock. As I pushed into the little girl, the child wrapped her legs 
around me and pushed upwards with her little body perfectly timed with 
my inwards thrusts. Almost as soon as I started to pound into the little 
girl hard she began to moan and cry out.

	It had been a long time since I had heard my daughter cry out in 
ecstasy, rather than pain. "Oh-Oh!" she screamed. "Daddy!"

	I pumped in harder to the little girl, feeling her small smooth little 
body shaking in uncontrolled lust beneath me. She fucked me back, 
screaming all the while. Crying out in pleasure. She was trying to fill 
herself up with my cock. Finally she let out loud grunting screams. She 
placed her little fist onto my shoulder bracing herself as the waves of 
pleasure swept through her.

	Her whole body shook and she screwed her eyes shut, pulling very sexy 
faces as her orgasm blew through her body. Her arms and legs wrapped 
around me and she held on tight keeping me deep inside her body as she 
came. I clutched onto her myself, just enjoying the spasms of her little 
body echo up through my cock buried deep into this little girls womb.

	She calmed down and started to rock again, trying to keep fucking me. 
It was tempting, but I forced myself to pull out of her.

	"Ohh," moaned the little girl in frustration.

	I leant down and kissed her on the bridge of her nose. "Sorry little 
Dee," I said. "My cum is for him today. I grinned at her and licked 
across her face. You play with yourself okay."

	The child needed no more encouragement to put her hand into her little 
cunt to rub away at her clit. What a beautiful sight. I smiled and stood 
up and turned to Sean still standing too attention on the table.

Chapter 2

	Sean's mouth hung open, and his baby cock pressed hard against the 
front of the tiny pair of knickers. He really did look sexy. I 
approached the little boy and ran my hand over the lump. Feeling his 
hard penis through the taunt material of his knickers. "Are you ready 
for your blow job lessons?" I asked.

	The child closed his eyes and nodded. "Yes sir," he mumbled.

	I took hold of his cock between my thumb and forefinger and attempted 
to wank him through his knickers but the stiff material didn't allow for 
much movement. Eventually I gave up and sat back down. I took my stiff 
cock, still sticky with Dee's juices, in my hand and stroked it . "Start 
sucking," I ordered.

	The little boy climbed down from the coffee table and dropped to his 
knees in front of me. He looked directly into my eyes before looking 
down at my cock. The boy shuffled forwards and let out an embarrassed 
whimper before he opened his mouth wide to take my cock inside. I 
snapped another picture of him. The low humiliated whine that Sean made 
caused my cock to jerk in his mouth. Unfortunately most of the pleasure 
I was experiencing was coming from the sexy noises the boy was making, 
and not from his blow job.

	I slapped the child across the top of his head, and then again across 
his cheek. "For fuck sakes kid," I muttered. "Suck better than that, use 
your tongue."

	The child started to move his tongue around his mouth, licking it up 
against my shaft, and his head began to bob up and down, in imitation of 
what he had seen Dee do earlier. That was much better. I closed my eyes 
and just enjoyed myself, I enjoyed the feeling of having this little boy 
suck me off. Still, for all of the good points it was far from a great 
blow-job.

	After a while I grew frustrated. I wanted nothing more than for this 
little boy to taste my cum, but, as things were progressing, it didn't 
seem like that would happen any time soon. I snorted and grabbed a 
handful of Sean's hair. "I want a throat fuck you little bitch," I told 
him, then jammed his face down onto my cock.

	The thick shaft hit the back of Sean's throat and he choked on it. "Oh 
shit," I moaned. "That's good." I pushed him down harder.

	The feeling of his tight throat around my cock was great, the way it 
spasmed as he choked sent shivers through my entire body. After a few 
moments I started to move my hips in a short thrusting motion, at the 
same time I used the I had on his hair to move the boy's head in a 
counter motion increasing the force of my upward strokes. All that I 
could think of was giving this little boy the most brutal throat fuck I 
could manage. I took that thought and pounded into his face, while 
bobbing his head for him. He tried to scream, but all that passed his 
lips were a series of strangled gasps and tiny cries.

	His pretty face quickly turned dark red in colour as the poor little 
boy struggled to catch his breath. His hands pressed against my legs as 
he tried desperately to pull himself away. In his panic he actually 
caused very few problems for me, and it wasn't long before I could feel 
myself begin to cum. In those few moments I tried my hardest fuck him 
even deeper. To fuck him as hard as possible. Until very last moment 
when I felt my legs stiffen, and my balls tighten. I ripped his face 
from my crotch and used my free hand to pump my cum out over his face.

	As is usual in these matters, for me at least, the more turned on I am 
the more cum I release from my cock. This time was no exception. Copious 
amounts of the thick white fluid squirted from my cock. It decorated his 
face, his hair, and his beautiful and flat chest. It was almost as if my 
cock wanted me to cover him with as much cum as humanly possible, it 
felt at one point that it would never stop spraying him. Alas it did, 
although I was in no way disappointed by the results. In many ways 
seeing a boy coated in hot sticky cum, is more sexy than seeing a little 
girl in the same situation. Somehow it was filthier, more depraved. Sean 
just stared up at me gasping in air, and looking very sorry for himself. 
"Filthy shit eating whore," I spat and slapped him again.

	"O-hhhh-ow!" moaned Sean.

	"Stay very still fuck toy," I warned the boy.

	The boy closed his eyes and cried. He really did look very sexy with 
cum dribbling down his pretty face. I turned to Dee, my little daughter 
still expertly playing with her cunt. She was staring right at Sean, and 
had an almost dream like look on her face. I smiled and held the hand I 
had used to slap Sean in front of her, so that she could see the cum 
that was stuck to the palm. The little slut needed no further 
encouragement. Moaning like a whore she leant forwards and sucked on my 
hand. Licking and kissing it, trying to pick up every drop of cum which 
stained its surface. "That's a good girl," I whispered and leant down to 
kiss her.

	My tongue pushed into my nine year old daughters sweet sweet mouth. I 
ran it across her teeth, and moved it against her tongue. She moaned 
kissed back, her arms wrapped around my neck, and her small body shifted 
so that her hot and wet cunt was pressed against my leg. My little girl 
started to rub herself against me, moaning all the while. Good was it 
sexy. My cock stiffened again very quickly and I pulled myself up and 
gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead. My little girl closed her eyes 
and started to moan loudly, her rubbing became more desperate, and her 
breathing heavy.

	"Oh-oh!" she cried. "Oh Daddy! Oh fuck!"

	Her preteen body shook and she held tight to me. Bracing herself for 
her second orgasm. "Oh fuck," she cried again.

	It is so sexy to hear a little slut like Dee swear. Especially while in 
the throes of sex. It was almost a shame when she calmed down. She held 
onto me trying desperately to catch her breath. I stood up and laid her 
down on the sofa again. I kissed the tip of her nose and said, "You are 
such a good little slut, you keep rubbing."

	She needed no further encouragement, her little hands moved down her 
body and again rubbed against her tight pussy. Although seemed more 
mellow now, not trying for another orgasm, but just enjoying the 
lingering pleasure of the last one.

	Sean was still kneeling, and was very still, or as still as one could 
be while whimpering and crying. He was a filthy little cunt, covered in 
cum. I picked up my camera and took a couple of snaps. Most of the goo 
had dripped from his face, leaving slime trail, and a few white lumps 
stuck to it, it had trailed down his neck and dripped from his chin onto 
the little boy's chest. "Now little slut," I said. "I want you to use 
your fingers to scrape off all of the cum and eat it."

	"Please sir," he sobbed.

	I grabbed the boy's hair and pulled his head back. Pressing my face 
close to his I shouted, "You do as you are fucking told you little 
bitch, now eat it."

	The boy trembled as his fingers started to scrape the spunk from his 
chest into his mouth. I snapped a picture. The boy made a sound, 
something of a sigh, almost as if he was happy that the taste wasn't too 
bad. He continued to scrape the sperm off of himself and suck it from of 
his fingers. It was great to watch. I took many pictures of this little 
boy acting like the whore that he was. He didn't realise how much I was 
about to hurt him. The idea of hurting him was enough to make me want to 
fuck something, but I resisted the urge. There was still plenty of time 
for me to fuck both of these children. Right now, I wanted to hurt the 
fucking piece of shit that had touched my daughter. "That's enough," I said.

	He hadn't gotten quite all of the cum off of himself, most of what he 
had missed was still stuck to his face, but I thought that he looked 
rather fetching this way. Besides I was desperate to hurt him now. "I 
want you to bend over the table," I told him.

	The little boy was shaking like a leaf as he turned around on his knees 
and bent himself over the coffee table. He shifted himself up until his 
fat arse was stuck up in the air and his hands clutched to the other 
side. "Please don't hurt me," he pleaded.

	I didn't answer the boy, but picked up his trousers from off the floor 
and took out his school tie. I used it to tie his hands together and 
then tied the other end off to one leg of the table. I only really 
needed to stop him moving too much. A little wriggle was very sexy in my 
eyes. "The more you move, the worse you'll make it," I warned him.

	It grabbed the single tailed whip, and the thick bamboo cane from where 
my daughter had left them. Un-curling the whip I swung it across his 
beautiful white back. It was so much fun to see it arch almost 
impossibly, and to hear his screech. It was so loud it tickled my ears. 
Beautiful. I brought the whip down again, brining a second red line to 
cross the first on his back. "Stop!" he screamed.

	I hit him again, and then a fourth time. His pain was like a drug for 
me, it made me light-headed and giddy. I was addicted to the pain of 
others. Especially to the pain of sweet innocents. The next half a dozen 
lashes came in quick succession across his back, from his should down to 
the top of his pretty arse. He screamed and moved around, but even his 
simple bonds meant that he had nowhere to go.

	"Shut it I shouted at him," trying to bring my voice over his screams.

	The child quietened to a loud sobbing. "Oh please stop please please 
I-I..." he begged.

	I reached down and pulled my daughters knickers from the boy's arse 
down to his knees exposing his fat arse. I licked my lips... just a 
little fuck wouldn't hurt. I used my hands to grasp his arse cheeks and 
pull them apart to give me a better view of the little pink hole. It 
quivered under my gaze. It was just begging to be fucked. I placed my 
finger against the hole and pushed it in with a single thrust. "Ahh," 
cried the boy. "Please... stop please."

	I turned it and fucked his arse with finger. His whimpers and cries 
were most appealing. I could hardly contain myself any longer. I pulled 
the finger out and spat down onto the tiny hole and started to rub it 
in. "You want me to fuck me to fuck you don't you?" I asked.

	"No" cried the boy.

	I slapped his arse with my hand. "You little whore," I shouted.

	I stood up and swung the whip down against his back again. His screams 
once again filled the room, but I had no mercy to show him. He deserved 
nothing less than what he was getting. I whipped him again and again. 
Savouring his screams, letting his pain fuel my rage. I covered his back 
with skinny red lines. Then threw the whip down against his back. I 
grabbed his hair and pulled it up until he was looking at Dee sat on the 
sofa looking happier than I had known for a long time. "Whats the rule 
little girl?" I asked.

	Her voice was husky, breathless, but still little-girl like and very 
sexy. "You always want Daddy to fuck you," she moaned. "You want him to 
fuck you in all your holes and you want him to do it all brutal and nasty."

	"So do you want me to fuck you?" I asked.

	"y-y-yes," said the boy. He sounded exhausted, and his voice was 
nothing more than a whisper.

	I pushed his face down smacking it squarely into the table. "I can't 
hear you. Say yes sir I want you to fuck my pretty little arse," I said.

	When I lifted his head back up again I noticed that his nose was 
bleeding. He would claim that he got into a fight with some other boys 
when I finally let him go. By that time he wouldn't dare do otherwise. 
"I-I... Yes sir I want you to f-fuck me in my pretty arse," he cried.

	I smacked his face into the table again. "Louder," I demanded.

	Blood dribbled down his face, and dribbled over his lips. "Yes sir I 
want you to fuck my pretty arse," he said with a little more conviction. 
I spat into his face and let go of his hair.

	"Now why didn't you say that bint he first place?" I asked.

	I didn't expect an answer and didn't wait for one. I just went back 
behind him and forced my cock into his tight little arsehole. It was 
very tight, and it was hard going. But his screams helped. The first 
inch was the hardest, once I had that much inside him my cock plunged 
into his bowls. Feeling a little boy's arsehole quivering around my cock 
was just great. Nothing could be dirtier I just loved it.

	I grabbed his hips and pounded his little arse out. I rammed him as 
hard as I could. I don't believe in holding back. If you are going to 
take the chance of raping a child, you had might as well get everything 
that you can out of it. Nothing short of an orgasm would stop me now. 
His screams mixed in with my daughters moans of pleasure washed over me. 
The feeling ran through my cock and tickled my belly. It made me fuck 
harder, fuck as hard as I could. Fuck this little boy as hard as was 
humanly possible. I filled his tight arse with fat cock, and I enjoyed 
every moment. "Ahh ah"I cried.

	My balls tightened and my cock jerked inside the child's arse. I could 
feel my cum fountaining out of me and filling him. I forced myself as 
deep as possible. I wanted to squirt babies into this whore.

	When I pulled my cock from his arse I was delighted to see it stained 
with blood and shit. I had to grin at it. I looked down to the table and 
watched the blood and cum dribble from him. I'd make him clean that up 
just as soon as I was finished. I walked around the table until I stood 
in front of the little boy. His face was pressed into the hard surface 
of the table and he cried. "Look at me," I said.

	Sean raised his head until he was staring straight at my blood stained 
cock. I grabbed his hair and forced my cock into his face rubbing blood 
and shit across his eyes. "Look what you did,"I shouted. I let go of his 
hair and stuck him with the back of my hand across his cheek. "I want 
you to lick me clean."

	"Yes sir," the boy sobbed almost without hesitation.

	Equally promptly he opened his mouth and ran his tongue across me. 
"Fuck yes," I breathed, and let the boy do his job. There was nothing 
more satisfying than having a slut lick you clean after you fucked its arse.

	He gagged on his shit and choked on the blood, but kept licking. 
Obviously he was afraid that I would hurt him again if he didn't do 
well, or was in too much pain to resist. He just licked me, he didn't 
stop even when it was pretty clear that I was clean. I let him lick me 
until he was once again sucking on my stiff cock.

	When I took my cock away from him I showed him the cane. "Now I am 
going to beat you well and good." I said.

	"Oh no," he exclaimed.

	"The question is whether you want fifty or sixty?" I said.

	"What?"

	"Don't answer two quick," I said. "Fifty will see you have your balls 
tied up and tight clips on your nipples. Sixty won't."

	"I..."

	I hit him on the top of the head with my hand causing his face to hit 
the table again. "How many do you want?"

	After a few moments the boy screamed, "Fifty."

	"Good girl," I said. "I hoped you'd choose that."

	I ran the cane across his arse, stroking his smooth white skin with it. 
He trembled at its touch. "P-please sir," he tried desperately. "Don't 
hurt me any more."

	I raised my arm over my head and brought the cane down as hard as I 
could manage. Lacing it directly across his arse. The boy squealed like 
a little girl, and it was beautiful. I hit him again, and, with a grunt, 
a third time.

	Time passes quickly while you are having fun. Or so they say, in this 
case it was true. The count rocketed up past ten and through twenty. It 
was almost disappointing. After twenty five or so, the boy could no 
longer scream he lay still, a monotonous whine emanating from his lips. 
I hit down at him again, this time between the shoulder blades. His arse 
was cut up enough as it was. His back arched but it made no alteration 
in the noise he was making. The next blow stuck the boy across his 
calves, and then another along the tops of his thighs.

	The sound stopped, and the boy no longer moved. He didn't even wriggle. 
I grabbed his hair and pulled his head up to look into his face. His 
eyes were closed, and his mouth hung open, allowing the blood from his 
nose to dribble inside. But he was still breathing. That was something. 
I let go of his head and it dropped like a stone against the table. I 
sighed. "Piece of shit," I muttered, and hit him again, across the small 
of his back.

	I dropped the cane and moved around in front of the boy to untie him. I 
picked his limp body up and slung him over my shoulder. I looked down at 
Dee, still masturbating on the sofa. Her eyes were closed, and 
breathless moans escaped from her mouth. "Dee," I called softly.

	The child opened her eyes a crack. "Oh yes Daddy," he breathed.

	"Come on now honey," I said tapping my leg with my free hand.

	The child nodded and climbed from the sofa. She popped her fingers into 
her mouth to suck her juices off of them as she padded over to me to 
took hold of my hand. I led my little girl out of the living room and up 
the stairs into the small, pale green bathroom. I motioned for her to 
sit on the toilet, and dropped Sean into the tub.

	Dee looked down at her 'boyfriend' with a touch of concern in her eyes, 
but as she looked at his still motionless body her fingers moved to rub 
her cunt again. "O-oh! Oh fuck," she cried, her other hand clutched onto 
her stomach as she came again.

	"Good girl," I said, and lent down to kiss her, running my tongue over 
and around my little girl's mouth. She really was a horny little girl.

	I pulled away from Dee and was rather delighted with the disappointed 
groan I got from her. "Don't worry Honey," I said, stroking her hair 
from her eyes. "I'll fuck you again soon. I want you to start getting 
your arse ready for me okay."

	"Oh yes please Daddy," she groaned. "Fuck my arse Daddy... Please!"

	"You are such a fucking slut," I said, and kissed her on the forehead. 
"In a minute." I gave my daughter a rough slap between her spread legs. 
Right over her fat and soaking wet little pussy.

	The child pulled her legs together. "Ahh-hh" she cried then fell off of 
the toilet.

	The child curled up into a little ball, and her body trembled with the 
waves of the powerful orgasm. I watched as my little girl took one of 
her little fingers, still coated with her cunt juices, and plunge it 
deep into her arsehole. "Fuck me Daddy... please fuck me," she moaned, 
and she pushed a second finger in and started to finger-fuck her own arse.

	I left her like that and turned to Sean still laying unconscious in the 
bath. I, finally, pealed off my wet clothes and dumped them into the 
corner of the room. I put the plug in the hole, and aimed my, again 
stiff cock at the young boy's face. I had been putting off the pressure 
in my bladder from the moment I'd cummed inside the little boy's arse. 
Now I let it stream out of my cock and over the young boy's blooded face.

	The boy groaned and shifted, he turned his head out of the line of fire 
of my piss, and I drew a trail down the rest of his body. Sean wiped his 
eyes and looked up at me. It took him a few moments, I think, for him to 
realise what was happening, but when he did the little boy screamed. He 
struggled to get up but I pushed him back down and let the last few 
drops of piss hit him in the face. "What did you do that for?" he cried. 
"I wanna go home."

	The sight of a sobbing twelve year old boy is quite an erotic one. "You 
are pathetic," I spat. "If you want to go home. Go but I'll spread those 
pictures over your school faster than you can say 'I'm a cunt'."

	The boy was silent for a number of moments before he lowered his head 
and just cried. "So do you want to stay and let me hurt you?" I asked.

	"Y-yes sir," he moaned. The boy started to squirm in the tub. "Please 
it stings!"

	I grinned. "Its meant to cunt." I turned my back on him. "You can stay 
if you lick my arse out, and I mean push your filthy tongue inside."

	The boy just continued to cry. "You have three seconds to get your 
tongue down my arse," I waned him. "One... two..."

	I felt his hands part my arse cheeks and I felt his face press between 
them. His tongue lapped against my arsehole. I was delighted. I guess 
after being pissed on the boy didn't have much else to be revolted by. 
The boy licked and sucked on my arsehole like a professional. "Yeah," I 
sighed. "You lick arse better than you suck cock."

	My daughter groaned at my feet, her fingers fucked her arse as deep as 
she could push them. It was a sight which made me extremely horny. 
"Dee," I called softly.

	"Ah huh," came the moan.

	"I want you to go get a pair of really tight clips and a ball of 
string," I told her.

	"Yes Daddy," she said.

	The little girl rolled onto her knees, pulled the fingers from her arse 
and began to crawl from the room. "Dee," I said.

	"Yes Daddy," said the little girl stopping and turning her head to look 
at me.

	"Did I say that you were allowed to take your fingers out of your arse?"

	The little girl bit her lip. "No Daddy," she whispered. She rapidly put 
her hand behind her and pushed the fingers back inside of herself.

	"What kind of offence is taking something out of one of your holes 
without permission?" I asked.

	"Very bad," said Dee, tears were gathering in her eyes. "You are going 
to whip my cunt and the tops of my legs until I have had time to think 
about what I have done."

	"How long is that today?" I asked.

	The little girl whimpered. "I don't know Daddy," she blubbered.

	I sighed. "Now now Dee," I said. "You had your fingers out of your bum 
for seven seconds how long will it take for you to think about it?"

	"Seven minutes Daddy," sobbed the child.

	"So I have to beat your cunt, and the tops of your thighs for seven 
minutes?" I asked.

	The little girl began to shake. "Yes Daddy," she whispered.

	"I suppose you had better bring me something to whip you with as well," 
I said.

	"Yes Daddy."

	"Something that will hurt you lots."

	"Yes Daddy."

	"You may take your fingers out now."

	"Yes Daddy, thank you Daddy."

	"Go on then, and be quick about it," I told her.

	"Yes Daddy," moaned the little girl one last time and she crawled from 
the room.

	I pressed my own arse backwards and chuckled as the little boy tried to 
push his tongue inside. He really was good at this. "You like licking my 
arse don't you?" I asked.

	The sobbing boy stopped licking for a moment. "Not really sir," he 
moaned and then pushed his face back into me.

	"Oh but little girl, you make such a good job of it. You are very 
privileged little cunt, to be here covered in piss, and sat in it, and 
to be licking out your new owners arsehole." I said.

	"Y-yes sir," sobbed Sean.

	I turned around to face Sean, he looked straight at my cock now mere 
inches from his eyes. Without any prompting the boy lent forwards and 
kissed it, his tongue and lips worked up and down the shaft. "Oh such a 
good girl," I said stroking his hair. "That is the idea slut. We'll make 
a cock sucking whore out of you yet, but now I'm afraid that I need you 
to lick clean my bathtub."

	The boy stopped. "P-pardon?" he stammered.

	"I need you to lick up all of that piss you are laying in. Is that 
clear slut!" I snapped with a slap across his cheek.

	The child stared down a the, now cold, yellow liquid around his bare 
legs, he bit his lip. "I understand sir," he said quietly.

	I looked over my shoulder at my daughter standing in the doorway. She 
stood staring down at her feet, every so often she glanced up at me, 
although when she did she looked very nervous. "I-I didn't know which 
ones you wanted so I brought a couple," she whispered holding open her 
left hand to show me three pairs of nipple clamps. They were very small, 
but were among the tightest and most painful that Dee had. "The little 
silver ones for this cunt," I told her.

	My little girl shuffled forwards and handed me the two clips. As she 
did so she glanced down at Sean with what only could be described as 
pity in her eyes. She held up her other hand which held both the ball of 
string and a thick rubber cord. "Are these okay?" she asked.

	I took the string and stood it on the sink, and then took the cord out 
of her hand. "Lets see," I said. "Put your hands on your head and stick 
out that pretty flat chest of yours."

	The child lowered her eyes. "Yes Daddy," she mumbled and raised her 
hands until they sat on the top of her head. She squeezed her eyes shut 
and leant backwards a little, and took in several deep rapid breaths.

	Without any further ado I pulled my arm back and brought the cord down 
across the child's chest. Dee howled, and her arms clutched onto her 
flat tits. The little girl doubled over and here whole body shook. I 
couldn't resist it; I brought the cord down again this time across the 
centre of her back. That made her stand up pretty sharp, and she arched 
backwards. I swung the cord again this time striking the little girl on 
her belly.

	She stumbled backwards and landed on her pretty bum with a thud. My 
little girl then curled up into a little ball and cried. I nudged her 
with my foot. "Yes," I said. "This will do nicely."

	I turned back to Sean kneeling in my piss in the bath. He was staring 
at Dee's naked form with concern etched across his face. I smiled at the 
little boy cunt. "Oh don't worry about her," I said. "I'm going to go 
much harder on you." I chuckled at the boy and showed him the two clips. 
"Do you know what these are?"

	"They are to go on my nipples," said the boy.

	"Correct," I said. "And they hurt like hell."

	The boy swallowed hard.

	I dropped the clips in the sink and picked up the string. "But first," 
I said, "I want to tie your hands and balls."

	The little boy looked down at his small cock, he was no longer erect, 
but after the time he had just had I could hardly blame him. "Come on 
now, up you get and turn around," I said.

	The child did as he was told. Standing up he turned around, and 
thoughtfully put his hands together behind his back. His cute little 
arse had closed up but was still a bloody and looked rather sore, and 
soaked in piss it looked plain fuckable. I wrapped the string around his 
wrists several times until I was happy that he wasn't going to get them 
free and then turned him around.

	I lifted up the boy's limp cock with my fingers and was rather 
delighted when I felt it begin to stiffen at my touch. I tickled his 
balls with the tip of my finger. They really were so very tiny, maybe 
the size of small marbles. I had an urge to lick them, but they were 
soaked, like the rest of the filthy little boy, in my own piss. "You are 
such a dirty little girl," I spat at him.

	I pinched his balls into the bottom of his scrotum and wrapped the 
string around it. I wanted to have his balls tied so tightly that he 
would cry. It wasn't long before he began to moan. "Oh Please," he said. 
"That hurts."

	"You are a little cunt," I told him. "I need to punish you for having a 
filthy willy and balls. Part of that punishment is to have your balls 
ache always."

	"Please stop," he cried. "It hurts, it ahhh."

	I ignored his pleas and continued to wrap the string around his 
scrotum, squeezing his balls tightly into the bottom of the little sack. 
The two swollen red orbs certainly looked very painful. I flicked them 
with a finger, and was delighted to see him throw back his head and cry 
out. He took a step back and slipped. The small boy hit the bottom of 
the bath with a thud, his head smacked onto the side. He sat staring at 
me, tears streaming down his cheeks, he looked dazed, but at least he 
was conscious. I slapped him across the cheek. "Bad girl." I spat into 
his face.

	The boy continued to stare. "Please," he mouthed silently.

	I grabbed the two clips from the sink and opened the first of them. I 
reached down and squeezed on his nipple; trying to bring it up hard, 
although with little success. Eventually I grew impatient and pulled it 
through the teeth of the clip and pushed it shut.

	It took only a moment for the pain to hit him. His face cracked and he 
let out a shrill scream. "Oh god!" he cried. "Please take it off take it 
off. TAKE IT OFF."

	He squirmed and thrashed about, but laying in the bath like he was, he 
had no way of stopping me when I reached down to snap the second clip to 
his other nipple. His whole body froze and he went silent taking in deep 
but rapid breaths. Everything about him seemed tense, and it all looked 
very sexy. "Look at me," I said.

	He didn't seem to notice, my words. I swung the cord down hitting him 
across the two clamps. "Look at me," I shouted.

	The boy opened his eyes and stared up at me through his tears, and he 
screamed. I waited the few moments it took for him to calm down. "Lick 
up all of the piss," I told him, then held up the cord. "Do you understand?"

	The boy nodded. "Yes sir," he said.

	"Well do it you fucking cunt," I snarled.

	It was so much fun to watch the boy move, and to hear his little grunts 
of pain as he did so. I was transfixed as he rolled himself over. The 
scream he let out when the clamps scraped the bottom of the tub was 
quite amazing. Although I was equally pleased to see him keep moving, 
pushing himself up until he was on his knees. He made a very sexy sound 
as he shuffled around. The clamps flailed wildly and he let out 
half-moans half-screams with each movement. Finally he stared down at 
the cold yellow fluid that had pooled around the plug. He licked his 
lips nervously, but I didn't give him the chance to think on it any 
more. I grabbed his hair and pushed his face straight down until it was 
pressed into the piss. "Lick it all up now you dirty little girl," I 
demanded.

	His pink tongue pushed from his mouth and ran through the liquid. He 
gagged at the taste, but his tongue came out again and he continued to 
lick at it. I let go of his hair to allow him to get into a better 
position in which to lap up all of my piss. I rubbed my hand over my 
cock for a few moments before I remembered that is what children were 
for. "Dee get that lovely mouth of yours over here and get my cock in 
it," I told her.

	The child was kneeling in front of me within moments. She took my cock 
in her hands and started to kiss and lick along the length. She knew 
that her job was to keep me on the hight of arousal but, under no 
circumstances, was she to make me cum. That would often lead to some 
quite interesting situations if I decided to fuck her throat half way 
through. It was so much fun to punish a little girl for something she 
really had no control over.

	This time however I had no intent of doing that. My sadistic desires 
were more focused on little Sean than my daughter. So I just let her do 
her thing, and watched as Sean lapped and slurped at my piss. He drunk 
it all down rather quickly. His boy was very still as he did it and he 
was constantly sobbing. Perhaps one of the most alluring features was 
that his whole body was red with shame. Just beautiful. Only when it had 
all be been licked up did I stop him. "Okay that's enough," I said.

	The boy looked up at me. "C-can you take them off now... please," he 
begged.

	"No," I said.

	"Oh why!" he cried.

	"Because I love seeing little girls in pain like this," I laughed. "Now 
stand up, I want to rinse all of the filth off of you."

	It took several moments, and a multitude of attempts before the boy 
managed to get himself back onto his feet. The question remained 
however, should I use ice cold water... or scalding hot? I looked down 
at Dee. "What do you think honey?" I asked. "Hot or cold."

	Taking my cock from her mouth for a second she said, "Hot Daddy," and 
put it back in.

	I turned the dial on the shower onto full heat. Sean's eyes almost 
popped from his head. "Please don't," he sobbed.

	I reached between his legs and grabbed hold of his balls and pulled him 
into the centre of the tub. The boy whined with every inch. "Now you 
will stand very still," I told him. "You move and you will be sorry."

	"Yes sir," sobbed the child.

	I switched the valve on the shower and the water sprayed from the 
nozzle. I adjusted the pressure until it was shooting from it with great 
power. Steam quickly rose from the water and filled the room. I teased 
him with it for a moment, letting him see it heat up. His toes wriggled 
where the searing hot water encroached around them. Staring at the 
water, this little boy was obviously feeling very sorry for himself.

	I turned the water on him, aiming it straight at his cock and balls. 
The boy stood still, his mouth opened and he let out the most resounding 
scream. I was honestly amazed that he was able to keep still for the 
three seconds that he did, but, after that, he moved, and slipped again. 
He hit the bath hard, but at least his head didn't contact with anything 
this time. I aimed the water straight at his face.

	The boy turned and twisted, screaming all the while, he no longer 
seemed to care about the pain in his balls, or in his nipples, but only 
the burning that came from the water. He had nowhere to go, and all that 
he could do was thrash about like a fish out of water. I made sure that 
I covered every inch of him with hot water. That every portion of his 
body was covered in red splotches where the water had burned.

	However, most of all, I ensured that his little cock, and his baby 
balls, were badly burnt. Tap water only goes so hot, but even that is 
enough to ensure that would be feeling this for a while to come. Not 
that that really mattered. I didn't plan on letting this boy live for 
much longer.

	I turned off the water, but he kept screaming. I had little choice but 
to wait for him to stop. I could have beaten the crap out of him, but I 
figured that if I let him scream himself out, he would be quieter over 
the coming hours, and, more importantly, when I upped the stakes in the 
morning.

	His screams did die out, when they did they were nothing more than a 
hoarse whisper. "Get out of the bath," I told him.

	The boy moved. He sat up and pushed himself against the side of the 
bath, lifting himself up, and finally dropping over it like as stone. I 
kicked him. He looked tired, but that wasn't an excuse. "Get the fuck 
up," I commanded, "On your knees cunt."

	"Oh," sobbed the child.

	He rolled over and wriggled until he was able to sit up on his knees. 
"Please sir... stop hurting me," he sobbed.

	"Follow me," I said. "The both of you."

Chapter 3

	The children dragged their feet along the carpet, shuffling side by 
side as they followed me from the bathroom and into Dee's bedroom. The 
flower pattern curtains sucked into the room as I pulled open the door 
to the immaculately clean room. At first glance, it looked like any 
little girls room, but closer inspection told how little it was ever used.

	I brushed my hand across the beside table, pushing the several open 
school books off onto the bed. Once it was clear I pointed at the 
painted white surace. "Sean get up there," I said.

	The exhausted boy stood slumped against the doorframe, he looked at me 
with pleading eyes. "Please sir," he moaned. "Please can we stop, just 
for a minute."

	"Get up there now," I barked at him.

	The boy jerked into action and climbed, first onto the bed, and then, 
rather unsteadily, onto the bedside table. He leant back against the 
wall to give him some balance. I stroked his tightly bound balls with my 
fingers. "Start wanking," I said.

	The boy stared at me. "What?" he stammered.

	I slapped his balls with the back of my hand. The boy pressed his knees 
together and bent forwards. "I can't!" he cried. "My hands."

	I laughed. "Oops," I chuckled and untied his hands. "Now start wanking."

	With tears filled the poor little slut's eyes. Sean grabbed hold of his 
small cock in his hand and started to rub it up and down. He looked so 
sorry for himself it was almost funny. I chuckled and turned my back on 
him. Sat at the foot of Dee's bed was a large white toy box; I lifted 
the lid and rifeled through the things she'd accumulated from relatives 
at Christmas and birthdays. I finally came upon a tea set, still in its 
packaging. God knows how long it had sat in the bottom of the box and I 
didn't really care. I tore it open and took out one of the tiny 
tea-cups. I turned back around to face Sean and grinned. "I want you to 
fill this," I told him, and then handed the boy the cup.

	The little boy's eyes stretched open so wide it looked as if they might 
pop out of his head. "Y-you want me to-to..." he exclaimed.

	I sighed. "You will fill the cup up with cum, don't worry you'll have 
plenty to encourage you."

	Looking back down at the cup, Sean gave an audible gulp and continued 
to stroke his cock. I snatched hold of my daughters arm and pulled her 
in front of me. "Come on Dee," I said. "Give him encouragement, show him 
what the inside of your pussy is like."

	Dee's head dropped. "Yes Daddy," she whispered and moved her hand down 
to her vulva to spread her labia apart, exposing the smooth, pale pink 
insides to the boy in front of her.

	Despite his shame, the boys eyes locked onto my daughter. His jaw 
dropped open, his flat young chest rose in irregular intervals; his hand 
moved faster. I reached down for her crack myself and pressed my finger 
against the little girls clit. "Ohh Daddy," the child moaned and 
squirmed trying to rub her clit against my finger.

	However, before Dee had any more chance of getting off, Sean cried out. 
His cock leaped from his hand and a long thick glob of cum launched 
itself across the room, striking Dee in the centre of her petty face. My 
little girl cried out in surprise and screwed her eyes shut. Sean 
managed to aim the rest of the cum into the little plastic cup. It 
twitched and bounced in his hand for what seemed like forever. His 
little balls pumped out a copious amount of cum into the cup. It seemed 
almost impossible that such a small pair of balls could make so much. I 
raised an eyebrow as the boy stood still gasping for air. "You are a 
very very bad little girl," I told him.

	"Oh," moaned Sean. "Why sir?"

	"You didn't fill the cup, and you had the fucking cheek to let some of 
your filth touch my daughter without my permission. I suggest you put 
your cup down and lick this off, then you will stand with your legs 
apart because I am going to kick you."

	"Oh but sir..."

	"Get here and lick this shit up now!" I shouted at the boy.

	The rushed to put the cup down, as he moved to get off of the table his 
right foot caught behind the left one and the boy's legs gave out from 
beneath him and he fell off of the chest of draws, crashing face first 
into the carpet in front of me; luckily, for him, he missed the cup. The 
twelve year old pulled himself up to his hands and knees and scurried 
across the floor to me. Dee had her eyes closed agains the cum. Sean's 
eyes stayed locked to me as he poked out his tongue and licked his cum 
off of my eight year old daughter's lips, nose and eyes. Dee giggled. 
Sean twisted away and stood up. He shifted from foot to foot while 
staring at the floor. "Open your legs," I told him.

	"Please sir," he sobbed as his legs parted a little.

	I approached the boy and looked down at him. The poor lad seemed to be 
torn between doing as he was told and running like hell but he stayed 
still, paralysed with fear and screwed his eyes shut. I kicked him quick 
and hard. My foot hit him between his legs and his cry was musical. The 
boy crumpled to the ground clutching his tied balls. He sucked air into 
his lungs and let out a squeal.

	I nudged him with my foot. "Get up," I spat.

	The boy didn't move, but just lay there squirming in pain at my feet. I 
reached down and grabbed a handful of his thick blonde hair. I pulled 
upwards, dragging him to his knees, and cast him over the bed. I dug my 
knee into the centre of his back to stop him from going anywhere, and 
groped his lovely arse, admiring the dark red and purple welts that 
covered the white skin. "Listen little cunt," I spat at him. "When I 
said fill it up I meant it. You will climb back up onto those drawers 
and wank again. Okay."

	"Yes sir," sobbed Sean.

	"Good," I said, "but to make sure you understand I am going to beat 
your arse again. Disobey me like that again and I will really hurt you. 
Is that clear?"

	"Oh but sir..."

	I jammed my knee deeper into his back breaking his whining off with a 
cry of pain. "Is that clear?" I asked again.

	"Yes sir," moaned Sean.

	I leant into his back a little more and stoked the rubber cord across 
his backside. He trembled at its touch. I grunted and swung it down 
agains his bottom. The boy threw his head back, "Aiee," he screamed. 
"Stop please."

	The thong licked against his wriggling as squirming bottom in quick 
succession. Each blow caused the boy to shriek like a baby girl. The 
last patches of white were soon covered by fresh welts and bruises. I 
stopped hitting him when the boy stopped trying to fight me. I lifted my 
knew off of his back and looked down at the patetic boy. Sean lay, limp, 
across Dee's bed, his face pressed against the sheets, the only movement 
the boy made was the way his shoulders shook as he sobbed.

	I clasped onto his arse with both hands and squeezed the cheeks. "Ahh," 
cried Sean.

	I pulled the buttocks in opposite directions and took a look at his 
sore, and recently raped, arsehole. I licked my lips, it was very 
tempting. I chuckled to myself, I hadn't come this far resisting my lust 
and I wasn't about to start now.

	I stood up and shuffled around bind the little boy. For the most part, 
Sean seemed oblivious to what was happening around him, even when I 
pressed my rock hard cock up against that little arsehole, the boy 
didn't seem to realise what was going on. I increased the pressure and 
the head of my cock popped inside of him. His whole body jerked as the 
new source of discomfort and pain registered. Little Sean's whole body 
went very stiff, his arse clenched around my cock like a vice. It was 
fucking bliss.

	I pounded into the little boy with short, stabbing thrusts, designed 
just to hurt him as much as to get me off. The child gave out the most 
beautiful grunts as I fucked into him, but all the while he stayed very 
still, allowing me to give him the most brutal buggering.

	I stopped just short of cumming up his little arse again; I really 
wanted that for some other use, such as fucking babies into my daughter. 
I leant down over the little boy, took hold of his hair. I pulled his 
head upwards so that I could just see his face. His eyes darted about as 
if he were looking forsomething but soon settled to staring directly 
upwards. "I want you to go and get back up on the drawers, and do as you 
were told the first time, FILL the fucking pot with cum," I said.

	"Yes sir," said the little boy in a barely audible whisper.

	Little Sean, at a snails pace, dragged himself onto the bed, and, being 
very careful, climbed back onto the bedside table. The poor child 
pressed his hand against the wall and took a deep sniff. He stared down 
at his shaking hand for a moment, before reaching down to tug on his 
little cock. After a few moments, once he had better ballance, the boy 
squatted down to retreive his cock and, once again, started to wank into it.

	I cast my eyes over at Dee. "Come here slut," I said. "Make sure that 
you clean up all of your girlfriends taste off of me."

	My daughter dropped to her knees and shuffled forwards until her face 
was level with my cock. The little girl knelt there, her hand sunk into 
the carpet between my legs and looked up at me with her big blue 
pleading eyes. I pressed my fat hard cock into her face. "Daddy," she 
moaned. "Please I can smell his poo."

	I shot her a smile, moving my hand down, I rested it on her cheek. With 
my other hand I applied a little pressure onto her chin. The tiny slut 
knew what was expected of her and opened her mouth. I placed the swollen 
head of my cock just inside her mouth, so that it was resting on her 
tongue. "It is because it smells of that little girls poo-poo that I 
need you to clean it up," I said.

	The child's head started to bob back and forth, as my delicate, and 
dainty slut gave me a the most wondrous blow-job. She thrust herself 
forwards, each time taking more of my cock down her tight little throat. 
"Give your girlfriend a little more of a show," I told her. "Push your 
fingers back into your arse, I know she enjoys that."

	My child moaned her agreement around my cock, or at least it should 
have been an agreement, and must have been, as the little girl pushed up 
her gorgeous fat and pert bottom and pressed her index finger deep 
inside the pink little hole, shortly followed by the middle finger. The 
baby-girl moaned in pain and discomfort and tears flooded her eyes as 
she started to push in and out of her own little bum. It was a sublime 
sight, and with the small bitch's prowess with her mouth, I was quickly 
brought to the brink of cumming, but Sean beat me to it.

	The cup really was very small, and I was well within my rights in 
wanting to see him fill it up, after all he was the little slave slut 
and I was his owner but the filthy boy didn't seem to want to do what he 
was told. His cock jerked but nothing came out. His cock soon stopped 
and a very little and very thin amount of cum dribbled from under his 
foreskin.

	"You are a useless fucking whore," I spat at him. "Get your arse down 
here now."

	Sobbing the child climbed down off of the chest of drawers and stood in 
front of me; he looked nervous, like he was fighting the urge to run 
away. Snorting I spat into his face. "Ugh," he cried.

	The boy moved his hands up towards his face but I caught them, I leant 
in close to the terrified little boy. "I didn't tell you to wipe it 
off," I sneered at him and then spat again into his face.

	"Please," sobbed the boy.

	Without any warning I brought my knee up hard, striking the poor young 
boy right on his exposed genitals. His legs buckled and he yelled like a 
little girl. The only reason he didn't fall onto the floor was because I 
had hold of his hands. His knees pressed together, however, and he 
whined. "I told you to fill up that fucking cup," I shouted at him.

	"I can't," the young boy whimpered back.

	I let go of one of his hands and slapped the boy across the face. 
Letting go of the other hand the boy slumped to the ground. "That is no 
excuse," I spat at him.

	The boy squeezed his eyes shut, his whole body trembled and the poor 
little slut bust into tears. "But I can't do it!" he blubbered.

	I spat at him. Sean rolled over and pressed his face into the carpet to 
cry his eyes out. "You fucking little slut," I shouted at him and kicked 
him hard in the ribs. "Well I'll just have to show you exactly what 
happens to little girls who can't do as they are told won't I."

	"Ohh please don't hurt me any more!" cried Sean.

	"Shut up," I snarled at him. "You don't talk unless I tell you to - 
mutter another fucking word and I'll beat your balls with a paddle."

	Sean opened his mouth like he had something to say about that order but 
I glared at him, his chin trembled and he closed his mouth back up. I 
rustled his hair, "See," I said. "It is possible for you to be a good girl."

	With that I stuck him in the face with my fist, if his nose hadn't been 
broken before it certainly was now. The boy fell backwards and landed 
hard on his bruised behind. He pulled his knees up to his chest and wept.

	My cock stood up stiff, the eight inches poked out in front of me, it 
was enjoying the boy's suffering even more than I. "Stand up," I 
commanded. "Stand to attention."

	Sean's bloodshot eyes flickered up to me and then lowered to the floor. 
His head shook up and down, yes. The young boy ran his hands across the 
pink carpet and pushed himself onto his knees. His young body wobbled 
and swayed. The boy closed his eyes and sniffed back some of the blood. 
He reached out to his side, to Dee's unused bed and levered himself up 
to his feet. His knees trembled and the boy stood as still as he could 
for several moments before venturing out on his own, like a baby 
learning to walk. Sean straightened himself and stared me in the eyes. I 
smiled at the rivers's of blood that flowed down over his chin, what 
didn't flow straight down his neck formed into globules that, 
eventually, dripped down onto his legs and feet. "Good girl," I said.

	Sean lowered his eyes. I stepped in close to my little boy toy and 
brushed my fingers across his chest. I stroked small circles around his 
hard little nipples, framing them with the loverly red fluid. I then 
lifted my hand and placed it under his chin and tipped his head up. Sean 
looked up at me, I pressed forwards and gave him a little kiss on his 
squashed nose. "Do you love me baby?" I asked him.

	Sean licked his lips and, after only a moments hesitation, he nodded.

	"Say it," I said.

	"I-I umm I love you - Sir," the boy whispered.

	I ran my tongue across his lips, tasting the hot coppery blood, and 
then slipped it into his mouth. Sean turned his head to the side and 
moaned, opening up, just a little, to allow me to kiss him deep.

	I could taste my little boy, even over the strong flavour of his blood. 
Behind it all though there was the unmistakable tang of piss. I snorted 
and pulled back. Sean flinched and closed his eyes only a fraction of a 
second I spat it all back into his face. The saliva was streaked with 
red flowed down along with his blood. "You really are pathetic," I 
muttered. "Your fucking mouth tastes like piss."

	Sean wept.

	I snorted again and slapped him across the cheek, baby Sean barked in 
pain. "What the fuck are you waiting for?" I demanded. "Apologise you 
little shit."

	"I'm sorry," Sean rushed to say.

	"For what?"

	"I'm I'm sorry that my mouth tastes of piss Sir. It's my fault, I'm a 
filthy little cunt, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he murmured.

	I smiled. "Good girl," I said.

	I pressed my body against his, letting his hot skin press against mine. 
I placed a hand on the back of his head and pressed his face into my 
chest. The poor little boy put his arms around me and hugged tight. I 
let him cry while I ran my hands down his body. I trailed long, bloody 
finger marks down his back and onto his battered young bottom. I 
squeezed the buttocks and the little boy whimpered. I let one of my 
hands move around his hip and down to his sweet young genitals. I 
fingered his tied scrotum, where his balls had been squashed into the 
very end and noticed that they were cold to the touch. Although I 
couldn't see just now, I knew they'd turned a rather unsightly purple 
colour. I fingered the string until I got the knot loose and started 
unravel it. "Oh god!" cried Sean.

	I held the boy tight into me. His small legs shook as blood returned to 
his little balls. I grinned, that had to be quite painful. Once I got 
the string off, I dropped it onto the floor and continued to massage his 
balls. The seemed extra sensitive now. Even touching them made the 
little boy whimper. When I squeezed them in my hands he would scream 
into my chest. "I bet you wish you never saw her," I whispered into 
Sean's ear.

	Slowly I ran my hand up to his cock, it was shivled up and very small. 
I frowned and pulled the boy off of me. "Why aren't you hard for me?" I 
asked.

	Sean looked down at his tiny little willy. "I-I..." he tried.

	"What the fuck are you waiting for? Get it up," I told him and then 
glanced at my watch. "However many seconds starting, now, is how many 
pins I will push through your balls. You'd better hurry."

	Sean's eyes darted across to Deirdre sat on her bed. My daughter sat 
sobbing softly. I wasn't too sure why she was crying but she got like 
that quite often. I glanced back at Sean. The boy was rubbing on his 
cock while staring at my little girl. His cock stood up in his hand. I 
smiled and glanced back at my watch. "That's a good girl," I told him. 
"But why were you staring at Dee?"

	The boy gasped, I could see the panic in his eyes. "Umm it," he 
coughed. "It's because I love you sir and and Dee is your daughter so I 
love her too, but she is really a part of you. So..."

	I laughed. "That is a good answer Shawnee," I told him.

	The boy sighed.

	"It took you seventeen seconds," I told him. "I think I might round 
that up to twenty."

	"But..." started Sean.

	The moment I heard the noise in his throat I grabbed hold of his balls 
and crushed them in my hand. The child howled. "What were you saying?" I 
asked.

	"Nothing," Sean cried.

	I squeezed harder. "What were you saying," I growled.

	"Oh god!" screamed the boy. "N-not enough..."

	I loosened my grip, just a little. "What is that?"

	"N-not enough - twenty five sir. Oh please let go..."

	"How about thirty?"

	"Yes! I deserve that many, I'm a filthy cunt. Please."

	I released his nuts, and Sean clutched old of them in my stead. "Hands 
at your sides, stand up straight," I told him.

	The boys body trembled while he snivelled but he straightened himself 
up, and let go of his, surely aching, testicles. I reached down and 
rubbed my hand over his stiff cock. I placed a kiss on his forehead. "Do 
you want a blow job before the pins baby?" I asked him.

	Sean just continued to cry.

	"Do you want a blow job?" I asked him again.

	Sean nodded. "Yes please sir," he murmured.

	I wasn't sure whether he actually did want one, or was just scared of 
what I'd do to him if he dared say no. After a brief debate I decided 
that it didn't matter. I sat down in front of the boy and ran his hard 
little cock in my hands. It was very beautiful. The four inches of his 
erection sat across my palm. The pale white foreskin stretched out over 
his cock and a small opening, where the head was trying to push through, 
showed me the sensitive, deep red skin. I licked my lips and drew back 
the flesh. I leant forward and ran my tongue across his willy. "Ahh" the 
boy cried.

	Having just cum twice in quick succession, I was sure the little boy 
was extra sensitive. I ran my tongue over it again and Sean groaned. His 
head was no fatter than the tip of my thumb, and the whole thing wasn't 
too much longer. I took it all into my mouth and sucked hard. I ran my 
mouth back and forth a few times. I felt his hands on my shoulders. "Ahh 
Ohh," he gasped.

	I wanted to taste his cum. I pulled off of him for a moment and looked 
back at my daughter. She was still crying although her soft sobs could 
barely be heard. "Dee," I called. "Come let Sean touch you."

	My little girl stood up and came over to stand beside me. Sean stared, 
wide eyed, at my daughter. I could see his mouth watering. "Don't you 
dare push anything into her holes," I informed him. "Touch her however 
else you like."

	Sean didn't need telling twice, his flew towards Dee's hairless pussy. 
He brushed against it and then rubbed into it. I smiled and sucked his 
cock back into my mouth. There was only one reason I was letting him 
touch my little girl, and that was because I didn't have to wait so long 
for him to make his cum.

	The boy groaned, both of his hands ran over my daughter, as he touched 
her in her most intimate spots. Deirdre cried even more while he did 
that but that didn't stop Sean. Nor myself. I sucked on the little boy 
hard, running my tongue all around his cock. Even so, it still took more 
than five minutes before I felt his cock react on its own.

	It pulsated in my mouth, I could feel the jets of spunk shooting out 
over my tongue. I'd always been rather fond of the taste of pubescent 
boy cum but, while I wanted to drink it all down, I also wanted the 
little fucker to taste himself. I pulled off of him and looked up at 
Sean. He was hugging Dee, although my little girl wasn't hugging back. 
She seemed not to want anything to do with him, the little girl stood 
ridged, a look of distaste across her pretty face.

	I stood up and took the small cup from the bedside table. I looked at 
the cold thick cum and smiled, before adding what I had in my mouth. I 
frowned. "You lied to me," I said.

	The boy let go of Dee and turned to face. "I..." he said.

	I showed him the cup, now filled to the very brim, "You said you 
couldn't fill it."

	"It w... I... oh..."

	I scowled at him. "Just more pain for you later," I said. "Put your 
head back and open your mouth nice and wide."

	Sean frowned at me before raising his head up and opening his mouth. I 
moved in close to him, again pressing my naked body against his. He was 
a very sexy boy, his touch so soft and smooth. I ran my hand against his 
throat, feeling the ridges hidden just beneath the skin. I had to fight 
the urge to choke him, there was enough time for that later.

	I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back further, Sean whimpered but 
kept his mouth open wide. "I want you to drink as much as you can," I 
informed the boy.

	Sean moaned a reply although I couldn't tell whether it was an 
agreement or not. Either way, it didn't matter. I tipped the cup up 
slightly and started to pour his own sperm out over his face, and into 
his mouth, like I was pouring treacle over pancakes. I watched his 
throat squeeze shut as he tried to swallow down what went into his 
mouth. A little boy drinking his own spunk in this manner is such a 
gorgeous sight.

	My hard cock pressed against his belly as the last of the cum settled 
on his tongue in a long string. I waited until the last of the drops 
fell into his open mouth before discarding the cup. I then let go of 
Sean's hair and he settled his head upright, licking his lips. "Good 
girl," I told him.

	His little cock was laying in a semi-limp state and pressed against my 
leg. I smiled at him, I needed some more of that! "Stay still," I told 
him and settled myself back down on the floor in front of him.

	I pulled back his foreskin until he gasped. "That hurts," he cried.

	"I know baby," I told him.

	I ran my finger nails across the dark red head and Sean cried out. I 
pushed my face close to him and sucked his small cock back into my 
mouth. This time I had no intention of letting the little slut enjoy 
himself. I kept his fore skin pulled back and rolled his cock to the 
left side of my mouth. I brushed my molars against the soft spongy head 
and then ground them into it. Sean screamed.

	I grabbed hold of his arse in one hand and pushed him against me. I 
sunk my teeth in hard and chewed his cock at the back of my mouth. "Stop 
it," screamed the boy. "Please stop."

	He twisted and pulled away, yanking his cock from my teeth. I glared at 
the boy. "You stupid little fucker," I spat.

	The little cunt looked down at his willy, several pits from my teeth 
could be seen but none had broken the skin. "I'm sorry," he blubbered.

	"Get your cock back into my mouth before I decide to bite the thing 
off," I snarled at him.

	The crying boy turned back around and shuffled forwards until his cock 
met my lips. I reached behind him and took hold of his arse with one of 
my hands, and used the other one to pull back his foreskin again. "I 
think I should pin this back," I thought aloud. "Or perhaps cut it off."

	"Ohhh," sobbed Sean.

	I gave him an evil smile and opened my mouth. I was going to make him 
pay. I rested just the head of his cock on my lower, front teeth. 
Without further warning I snapped my jaw closed. Sean screamed. He tried 
to pull back, but my hand, not to mention, the grip my teeth had on his 
cock, kept him in place.

	I pulled my head to the side. My teeth sheered into his cock and I 
tasted his blood. I didn't intend for the bite to be too serious and let 
go then. My teeth had just broken through the skin of his cock head but 
blood poured from it. The red liquid dripped out and onto the carpet. 
When I let go of Sean's arse the little boy collapsed to the floor. His 
hands clutched onto his little cock and balls and he screamed again. 
"Dirty little fuck whore," I snarled back.

	I reached forwards and grabbed the little boy by his throat. I pulled 
him up and compressed his neck. He looked up at me with wide eyes, his 
mouth hung open, more blood dripped from his nose, it fell onto my arm. 
I could feel his young body wriggling and compulsing ashe tried to pull 
air into his lung. It made me laugh, I giggled right into his face. 
Watching him turn ever more purple. It took less than a minute for the 
poor little boy to loose consciousness.

	
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