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Subject: Precious treasure (Virgin, oral, anal, rape, pedo, gang)
Date: Mon, 06 Sep 2004 15:58:35 -0700
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Precious treasure (Virgin, oral, anal, rape, pedo, gang)
We never were a rich family. But with paying for bail for my brother
and dad's beer money, the bills were really piling up. Saturday
afternoons and evenings, Daddy likes to have his friends over; they
drink, and there's nobody to take care of me. He makes me take a nap,
usually on the couch, cartoons lulling me to sleep. Being a kid, I
don't always nap, but if he comes by, I have to pretend to be asleep.
By about 5 pm, Dad's only got one friend left, and they're both drunker
than skunks. Dad's complaining about the bills. My ears perk up.
"There's know way I can get out of this fucking shit…"
"You know, John, maybe I could help."
"Bullshit. 'Help' is what creditors give to fuck you over more."
"You're right. But I'm not asking to fuck you over…"
"Whaddya mean?" Dad slurred.
"Your daughter's a cute kid. Must be… ten by now? Twelve?"
"Just turned nine."
"She's still a virgin, isn't she?"
"Uh-huh."
"I'll buy that virginity. $2000 to sleep with Jenny." My heart began
to pound. I didn't rally understand what he was saying, but I knew it
wasn't good.
"Two-thousand? Shit. That's a lot."
"So, I can?"
"I don't want her getting mad at me."
"Look… it's all good. She's sleeping over there. You just… go cut the
grass. I'll have my way with her, and you didn't know a thing." I
heard Dad open the door, and close it behind him.
Neil lurched into the room. I closed my eyes because I was supposed to
be asleep. He laid down on top of me… his clothes were still on, and my
blanket, and my clothes. But could still feel a hard lumk being
pressed against my belly. He was breathing hard, and the bitterness of
beer went from filling my nostrils to invading my mouth as he pressed
his lips against mine and drove his tongue into my mouth.
He pulled the blanket away, and dropped it on the floor. He fumbled
around -I heard a zipper-and then let his oppressive weight back down on
top of my small frame. He lifted again to undo my clothes. I lay limp,
not sure whether I should act like I knew what was happening. Against
my bare skin, I felt his denim jeans, and the hard thing, very, very
warm against my skin.
One hand went up my shirt, tracing a child's un-budded nipples and soft
pectorals. The other guided the hard thing against my legs. The tip
probed around in the crack that girls have to wash extra-good in the
shower. Then in plunged into a place I didn't even know I had.
It hurt so much. He sighed as it came to a stop, buried deep in my
flesh. He pulled it out, sticky with blood, and I thought it was over.
But then he thrust back in. Faster, now. Harder. More urgent. In
and out, still clutching my chest. With all his might, tongue violating
my mouth at the Neile time. The rhythmic violation continued for
several minutes. Shaking, he stopped.
He lifted himself to his knees, and mumbled, "I know you liked it."
So, he must have known I was awake. I looked at it now. There was a
disgusting, over-grown finger, with a kind of white drool and red blood
mixing on its shrinking surface. He pinched my nose. I opened my mouth
for air. He put the mushroom-finger in my mouth. "Suck it, bitch."
I didn't know anything about this. I just wanted to breathe. He would
let go of my nose when I licked it inside my mouth, or tried to swallow
to clear my mouth. He pinched it again when I stopped. He laughed,
"It's a pretty effective way of teaching someone how to give oral pleasure."
I learned, then, to keep my head still when he moved his hips, and to
move my head when he kept still, to lick the opening, and the ridge, and
to keep my lips tight. But, nothing could have taught me to swallow. A
burst of cum splattered into my mouth, and I had no idea about it. It
tasted disgusting, so I spat it out (onto the couch). He slapped my
cheek so hard my ears were ringing. "Bitch, you swallow what I give
you." He proceeded to spurt the rest of it on my face, his hand
encouraging the rest out.
Dad was dismissive, told me to clean up my mess without giving any
indication that he knew what happened.
I don't know what Dad did with the money. Maybe he paid bills; maybe he
gambled. All I know is, Neil stayed the latest the next week.
"How's the books, John?"
"Crappy as ever, Neil."
"Your daughter's a good fuck. Damn shame you can only sell her cherry
once."
"Heh."
"Hundred dollars to let me bang her again."
"Go for it."
I was shaking this time; I knew. I thought maybe if I laid on my tummy,
it wouldn't happen.
He unzipped his fly, pulled out his cock, and unceremoniously unpantsed
me. He slid his dick in, used my body like I was an inanimate object.
Seering pain faded to counting. If this was going to happen a lot, I
wanted to know how many times he'd poke me with it before he stopped.
271. "Uh." 272. "Uh." 273. "Mmm." 274. "Oh, yeah." 275. "Fucking
cunt." 276. "Take it--" 277. "--slut." 278. He pumped the content of
his balls into me, and lay, contented.
A few minutes later, his arms straightened; he got back up, and I
thought he'd go back to using my 'cunt' as he called it. But, with just
a loogy and an extra moment of focus, he leveled his rod against my
butthole. My muscles fought to keep him, out, but the head slid in with
a pop. It was the most painful thing ever, feeling him use my muscles
as a convenient toy for his dick. He rubbed it in and out, over and
over again, mumbling about how much he loved to sodomize my asshole, and
how he'd fill my rectum to overflowing with his jizz. His finger nails
dug into my arms as he braced himself against my body. After he
finished, he pissed all over me and left.
I got used to Neil. He and Dad even stopped talking about it. Neil
would just pay Dad, and use me. When he was having an especially horny
day, he'd fuck all my holes. It didn't seem as though he had a
favorite. Months passed.
But, beer has a way of loosening lips, as well as flies. I don't even
remember how they said it, but the guys found out that Dad was letting
Neil fuck me. And they all wanted a piece of my young ass.
Peter was the first to say he'd pay $100, just like Neil. Soon, they
were all in. But, they decided that it wouldn't be right… with all of
them there… unless Dad did it first.
But, my Daddy is a nice guy, and said he didn't want to hurt me.
Instead, he just wanted a BJ. I employed all the skills I learned on
Neil's cock, and Daddy's purple spade melted in my mouth quickly. Rick
and Bob couldn't decide who was going next, so Rick sat me on his lap,
and Bob stood in front of us. Rick picked me up by the ass, and ran me
up and down his shaft. The bobbing meant I didn't have to move as much
for Bob. Rick was really long, and it felt like it would piece my
insides. Bob came really quickly, a lot of cum pouring on my face and
down my chin. Steven took his place, and his piece of meat was so wide
it made my eyes bulge… and that was before he jammed it in my face. I
gagged on him, but he wouldn't let his dick out long enough to let me
throw up. Cussed a storm about the way puke burnt his piss-slit. He
thrust in and out theatrically, showing the drunk guys what a stud he
was. Rick finished, and waited with me on his lap until Steven spewed
down my throat.
Evan lay my on my belly, and began to nail my ass. Neil picked my head
up by the hair, and climbed under my face. It was a really bad
position, and I passed out before he came.
I woke up in a pile of cum from seven guys, and my own blood from three
holes.
From then on, I became the prime form of entertainment at Daddy's
parties. He calls me his precious treasure, his money-maker.