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It All Started On the Internet (M/f, M/m, pedo, anal, enema)
By Babysue
Here's a new story I have just written. I'd love for readers to become
inspired enough to masturbate to it, but not to get over-inspired and
try this for real!
Chapter 1
It all started on internet. I found a chat site where people posted
dirty pictures. Although I am only 11-years-old, I like watching naked
and nasty pictures.
Ever since I found a dirty video among mom's boyfriend's stuff about a
year ago, when I was 10, I have known how to masturbate - - or 'rubbing
my button' as I called it. I just looked at the video and did what the
lady did with her fingers.
I was so nervous the first few times. At first, I thought I was making
myself ill somehow. It felt good and all that, but I had this feeling in
my tummy that I was doing something I wasn't supposed to do. Anyways, I
looked through all the sex information sites on the internet and read
until my eyes were sore. There I learned it was perfectly normal to rub
yourself, and that everyone did it, although when I looked around at my
classmates in my classroom the next day, I doubted that they were doing it.
Anyway, that wasn't what I was going to tell you about. I was in that
chat room for adults, watching all the dirty pictures coming up in front
of me on the screen, rubbing my little hairless slit, smelling my
fingers now and then, and I felt a funny feeling in my tummy. My sign-on
name (SN) was 'Tina11yrs' but I had to change that to 'Tina11' because I
was being harassed by all these men and women who were telling me I was
too young to be in the room and stuff. Some didn't even bother to type
me a private message, but instead wrote in the main window, calling me a
pervert, saying that I was a guy and ordering me to leave. So I changed
my SN and everyone seemed to be happy.
I was just there to watch the pictures and didn't want to be bothered
talking with others, so I simply ignored the few private messages that
popped up. Those who just asked if I was horny or if I wanted to fuck or
stuff like that weren't very interesting anyway and those who wrote
insults calling me a dirty old man deserved to be ignored.
I chatted with a few boys my own age, including one I knew from school
(I had heard about the site from an older girl at school, so I guess
others must have known of it too)! He didn't use his real name and
because he didn't know it was me, he sent me a picture of him showing
his penis. Hee hee hee, that was funny. It was all hairless and had an
awful lot of foreskin, not like the other pictures that were posted in
the chat room. Anyways, I chatted with him for a while until he became
nasty saying dirty boring stuff. Then I called him by his right name and
said I knew who he was and he logged out fast as hell! Hee hee hee.
When I was in these chat rooms, I could rub myself for hours and hours,
stopping when I started to get that crampy feeling and then continue
when it passed.
It was during one of those intermission moments, as I was waiting for
the cramp to go away while smelling my fingers, when I got a private
message asking if I liked the pictures that was on the chat. I replied
that I did and then he asked if I wanted to see more. I told him okay
and he sent me a private message with a girl with no hairs like me,
getting a penis in her bottom hole. It was strange seeing a girl get a
penis in the wrong hole.
He asked if I liked it and I told him it was a bit weird. He told me it
was normal - - that everyone did it. He sent a few more pictures of the
girl getting it in her bottom hole and I started to rub my button again.
Then he asked how old I was. I lied and told him I was 19 but he just
laughed in return. He said it was okay if I told my real age and that he
wouldn't 'spill the beans' to the chat moderators.
I told him I was going to be 12 in June but when I asked his age, he
just told me he was much older. I told him it was okay for him to say
his real age and that I wouldn't 'spill any beans' either!
He told me he was 43. I got that uneasy feeling in my tummy again. I
knew I wasn't supposed to talk to a man that old. I mean you have read
all those stories in the newspapers. He told me it was okay and that he
wasn't a nasty maniac or something like that. Then he started asking me
different questions about me. How I looked, what my interests were,
where I lived and stuff.
It seemed that we lived in different suburbs to the same city. Then he
started to ask some questions that were a bit uncomfortable, like if I
had gotten any hairs between my legs and how big my boobs were. I have a
bit of a complex of my tiny boobs. In fact, they had only started to
grow this summer and were tiny.
I told him I didn't have any hairs yet but that I didn't want to answer
how big my boobs were. When he asked me why, I told him the truth, that
all the boys in my school only liked girls with big tits. He told me
they were immature assholes and I couldn't agree more! He told me lot of
stuff that made me feel good about myself, like that there were many
guys that liked girls with small tits or no tits at all and that hair
between your legs only itches.
Then we started talking about sex. That was a subject that made me feel
uneasy. I was afraid I would say something stupid because I didn't have
any experiences of sex. I just knew what I had seen in the pictures and
in that video.
He didn't seem to care that I wasn't experienced. He asked if I touched
myself and I told him I like to rub my button while watching pictures.
Then he sent me some more pictures of the girl getting a penis in her
bottom hole and he asked if I ever tried to put something inside myself.
I told him I tried a little and he asked if I ever put anything in my
ass. I told him no and he asked if I wanted to try. Now I was starting
to become really exited. He seemed pretty cool for being so old and he
didn't seem to mind at all that I just was only 11. I told him maybe I
would, and he told me to get some Vaseline or oil or skin cream. I got
some baby oil and he told me to rub it on my bottom hole, which I did,
and then to put plenty on my finger. He told me to rub my hole, just
like I rubbed my button. I started doing it and it didn't feel bad, but
it didn't feel anything special at all. Yet it still was exiting,
especially when I was watching pictures at the same time that a grown up
man was instructing me.
Then he told me to start poking my ass. I did it and he told me to try
to relax and go a bit further every time. We kept chatting and he kept
encouraging me all the time. Sometimes it stung and he told me to pull
out - - that we weren't in any hurry. We kept doing this for like 40
minutes and by that time, I could push my whole finger in and out of my
bottom, without it hurting a bit. Just a tingling feeling as my knuckles
passed in and out of my little hole. It sure was tight.
Then he started talking about how he wanted to do this to me with his
finger and I started rubbing my button as I moved the finger in and out
my bottom hole. He told me to keep going but I was feeling those cramps
coming up again and I told him but he told me to continue anyways. I
tried but soon it felt like I was going to pee so I pulled my finger out
and rested. He told me I shouldn't have stopped because if I had kept
going I would feel even better, but I told him it was okay because it
really had felt good. He told me he was glad I had enjoyed it and then
he asked me if I had a dildo.
Actually, I had no idea of what that was. He laughed and told me it was
a rubber penis that could vibrate. He said I could stick that inside and
that it would feel really, really good. Well I didn't have one and
neither did mom (at least I didn't think she did). Then he asked if he
could buy one for me. He could have the store send it home to me. Stupid
idea! I mean, wouldn't mom wonder what kind of parcel I got and who sent
it and worse, what was in it? He agreed that it was stupid but that he
still wanted me to get it somehow.
He suggested I could meet him and he could give it to me. My heart
almost stopped. I would never dare to meet him!
Then he suggested we could meet in a coffee shop where there would be
lots of people and he could pay for coffee and chat with me for a while,
and then give me the vibrator. I still felt a bit uncomfortable about
it. Then he told me I could just show up at the place and get the parcel
and just leave. No strings attached. I thought about it for a while and
then he decided that we would meet the next day at 3:00 PM at Wayne's
Coffee Shop. I said okay.
Chapter 2
The next day I woke up early. I regretted setting up that meeting with
him. What if he was a murderer!?! I went to my computer and looked at
some at those pictures that I had saved from the day before. I
remembered the finger in my bottom hole and how good it felt. Besides, I
knew sex toys were very expensive and that I could never afford to get
one myself. Not only that, but you have to be 18 to get into those sex
shops.
I decided to go.
At 2:30, I got to Wayne's Coffee Shop and sat down by a table facing the
entrance, with a glass of water. I looked around and almost all the
tables were full. Lots of people if he would try to do anything weird.
I sat there waiting, sipping my water, staring at the door. At 2:55,
still staring at the door, sipping my fourth glass of water I had to go
to the toilet badly! I kept staring at the door when I felt someone
tapping me on my shoulder and then saying, "Tina11?"
I almost peed my pants! I turned around and there was this dark-skinned,
older man, smiling at me.
He looked Arabic and I saw lots of black curly hair sticking out from
his shirt. He had a pot-belly and was hairy like a gorilla!
"Is your name Tina 11?" he asked again, smiling widely.
I managed to stammer a quiet yes as he sat down, still smiling. I felt
my face go red. This was a mistake. He called the waitress, ordering two
coffees and two cinnamon buns. He took out a pack of cigarettes and
offered me one. I looked up at him nervously but he just kept smiling,
urging me to have one, so I did.
I had smoked before, at sleepovers, and parties and stuff. He lit his
cigarette and offered me a light; I felt somewhat mature with him
lighting it for me. He told me he had been there since 2:00 and saw me
come in at 2:30 but wasn't sure it was me. I giggled. He chuckled too.
The coffee came in and I remembered I had to go to the toilet badly!
Before I went, he asked if I wanted anything in my coffee. Although I
didn't drink coffee, I didn't want to seem immature, so I told him milk
and two sugars, as casually as I could, before running to the bathroom
to empty my bladder.
When I came back, I felt a bit more relaxed. He didn't seem so bad. As
we chatted along, he confessed he had been really nervous about meeting
me and I told him I had been really nervous too, and we laughed about
it. The coffee didn't taste so bad and as we talked, I became more and
more relaxed, until he suddenly took out a gift-wrapped box.
My heart jumped. My face turned bright red. He just smiled. He told me
he had bought it earlier today and hoped it would fit. We both started
giggling.
When he asked if I wanted any help using it, I got a tremendous tingling
feeling in my tummy, but I lowered my head and shook it a little to say
no. I guess he could see how nervous I was, so he asked if we could meet
on internet in fifty minutes and then he would help me. Before we
parted, he gave me his box of cigarettes and told me they might come in
handy.
I ran all the way home, turning on the computer and added him on my
yahoo and waited. Forty minutes later, his name appeared on the screen.
Mohammed43: Hi Tina! R U Ready?
My heart beat faster and I had goose bumps. Guess it was from drinking
that coffee.
Chapter 3
He told me to take all my clothes off and get the baby oil. I had
forgotten to open the box so I ran through the kitchen all naked (I was
home alone) getting the baby oil and the box.
Back at the computer, I opened the box. Inside it, there was a dark
brown rubber penis. It also had two batteries, which I nervously
inserted. Then I turned the remote and it started to vibrate. He asked
if I liked it and I told him yes but that it was a bit big and that it
would never fit inside my bottom hole. He assured me I would stretch,
but before we tried it out, he wanted to send me some more pictures that
I could watch as I rubbed my hole with oil. I couldn't believe the heat
that was radiating throughout the center of my body, caused by my
nervous excitement.
He sent me private pictures with girls my age having sex. I had never
seen those before and it got me very exited; so much so, I pretended
that I was in those pics as I fingered my bottom. It felt really good.
After we did that for about thirty minutes, he told me to oil up the
rubber penis and rub the tip against my bottom hole. By now I was
excited enough to be willing to try things. Going gently at first, it
felt somewhat nice with that soft slippery penis head rubbing up and
down my bottom cheeks, but whenever he told me to push, I felt that it
would be impossible to get it inside; my bottom hole was way too tiny!
Just the thought had me taking deep breaths every time he suggested that
I do it.
He told me to get the package of cigarettes he gave me and look for two
handmade ones. I found them and he told me to try and smoke one. When I
lit it up, I smelled a funny odor, and he told me it was herbs.
Marijuana and stuff, which I knew about but never tried. I knew it was
wrong, but it made me feel so grown up that he would treat me this way.
He said they wouldn't do any harm just make me relax a bit. I swear that
just the excitement had me wet at that point! I inhaled and he told me
to keep the smoke in my lungs for as long as I could.
Soon I started to feel a tingling sensation in my chest and I felt
myself relax more and more. He asked if I wanted to give it another try,
so I put more oil on the rubber penis and started poking my bottom hole
with a steady pressure. He told me to press as if I was taking a piss.
When I did it, I felt my hole opening a bit and half the slippery head
of the rubber penis slid in. I felt a sharp pain and gasped for air as I
pulled it out. I told him it had hurt and he said it was probably too
big for me and that he should have gotten a smaller one.
But he was still very proud of me to have been able to take half the tip
at my first time trying it.
I didn't have much time before mom would get back from her job and he
told me I should slide the rubber penis up and down my slit over my
button. That felt great! He wanted me to describe how it looked with the
brown penis rubbing up and down my hairless puffy lips. That got him
very exited and he told me I was going to make him cum.
He told me to turn on the vibrator and hold it on my button. I turned it
on and took a deep breath. The sensation was fantastic. It felt so much
better then just rubbing with my fingers. I started to feel those cramps
again but he told me just to hold it to my button no matter what. He
said I had to hold it there when it felt like I was going to pee. (I
didn't care at that point if I peed on the floor, it started to feel
sooo good! Suddenly my tummy contracted and my legs got stiff. My body
curled and I almost started to cry. I dropped the rubber penis on the
floor and had my very first orgasm! And I didn't pee!
After that session, we repeated it five times in the next few days over
the net. I still couldn't get it up my bottom hole but just using the
vibrations on my button made me cum every time! Then one day he told me
he had gotten a slimmer vibrator for me, but this time he wanted me to
come to his place to get it. He had more joints for me to smoke too. At
first, I felt reluctant of going there but he was quite persuasive and
told me I didn't have to do anything at his apartment. Besides, we were
becoming close friends. So we decided that next day I would skip school
and take the tube to his place. I was sooo nervous about it!
Chapter 4
The next day I stood in front of the building, which had the same number
as on the small piece of paper I held in my hand. I went inside and
looked for the name Mohammed Al Fakiir on the board on the wall.
M A Fakiir Floor 8.
I went inside the elevator and pressed number 8. At this point, I don't
think I have ever been so nervous in my whole life. The elevator stopped
and I walked over to the door with M A Fakiir written on it. I stood
there for about 3 minutes. I sensed the aroma of spices coming out from
the mailbox lid. I put my shaking finger on the doorbell, and then
paused. I didn't dare push it. Then I heard someone coming up from the
stairs, singing and coughing. I knew this was a bad neighborhood so it
was probably a junkie or a wino. I quickly knocked on the door and
almost immediately it opened and Mohammed let me inside and closed and
locked the door behind me.
"Anxious today, are we?" Mohammed smiled, referring to my hasty knocking.
I just gave a shy smile. I didn't know what to say.
He told me to get inside and relax on the sofa and he would fix us a
drink. He asked if rum and coke was fine, and I just nodded. What does
an 11-year-old know about rum being alcohol? I heard the coke part and
that sounded okay.
I sat down on the big leather sofa in front of the TV, listening to the
Arab humming for himself as he mixed the drinks in the kitchen. I looked
around the room. He had lots of ornaments on the walls from his country
and the whole flat smelled of spices and incense.
Mohammed came back with two glasses on a tray, put them down on the
table, and sat down beside me on the sofa. He handed me the drink and
told me to take a big gulp and that it would make me grow hairs on my
chest! I thought he must have had a lot of rum as a kid as he was hairy
all over!
It was a very strong drink so I coughed at my first zip. He then gave me
a straw and told me it would be easier drinking when I had this.
Then he took out a box and opened it. There it was! the rubber penis!
Same color as the last one, dark brown, but this time it was much
thinner and pointier. Mohammed watched me hold it in my hand, smelling
it, feeling it. He asked if I liked it. I just nodded. He took out a
joint and started smoking. He then handed over the joint to me but I
wasn't sure I wanted any, and that I probably should be getting back home.
He looked very disappointed and told me he thought I might wanted to
stay and smoke some and talk and perhaps watch some nasty videos. When
he said nasty videos, I looked up.
Mohammed smiled. "Would you like that, Tina? You want to watch dirty
videos with me?" He paused and saw my nervous apprehension. Then he
added, "Tell you what, sweetie; if you watch some dirty videos with me
and smoke some, I'll let you take a video home with you, as a gift. You
can also have some joints and even some rum, and plus that, you get the
new rubber penis to take home with you. Please Tina, I have got veeeery
dirty videos to show you. I know you will like them a lot Hon."
Mohammed kept talking as he went over to the TV, turned it on, and
hurried back to the sofa picking up the remote to the VCR. I could have
gotten up at any time and left, but that inner excitement was there again.
The image flashed a bit, and then a very grainy film came up. It was of
an Arabian man holding a little boy about 8 or 9 years old in his arms,
hugging him. Mohammed looked at me smiling.
"I bet you never have seen any like this Tina. Sweetie, it is very hard
getting videos like this!"
I just stared at the screen as the man was taking the boy's clothes off.
The boy's tiny penis was hard and sticking straight out. The man took
off his own clothes and his penis, his huge brown penis, was pointing in
a curve upwards.
Mohammed just chuckled and looked at me staring at the screen.
"You like this, hah, pretty Tina? I bet you like it a lot! Here, smoke
some now pretty Tina. Relax baby."
He handed me the joint but I said I didn't want any. Mohammed took the
remote, pointing it at the video. "If you don't smoke, you don't watch."
I looked at him and he was giving me a sly smile. I smiled too. He was
teasing. I took the joint and smoked, holding it long in my lungs as he
taught me.
On the screen, the big man was rubbing his curved brown penis on the
boys little lips, parting them and then pressing his knob inside the
boy's mouth. I saw how the boys eyes grew wide as the man held his head
with both hands and pushed deeper. The boy gagged, which made Mohammed
chuckle again.
I giggled too. I don't know why. Guess the joint made me relax.
When the man pulled his penis out of the boy's mouth, there was a long
string of spit attached to it. Then the man lifted the boy and turned
him over, onto a few pillows, so that his little butt was sticking up in
the air. The man rubbed some oil on the boys bottom hole a pushed his
finger inside which made the boy go stiff.
Mohammed looked at me and said, "See Tina, just as you did."
I smiled a bit to him and Mohammed stroked my cheek with his hairy hand.
"Just keep watching Pretty Tina, the best part is yet to come."
On the TV, there was a close-up of the man rubbing his big penis on the
boy's bottom hole. After he had rubbed for a while, he then held his
penis and pushed its head against the boy's little hole, while at the
same time grabbing the boy's hips with both his hands.
Mohammed moved closer to me, put his arms around my shoulders, and
whispered, "Watch this Tina!" I was feeling so excited from the video
that I didn't even give a second thought to what might be happening with me.
The man on the screen suddenly gave a hard push and the whole head of
his big penis slid into the boy's little hole. Then the man quickly held
both hands on the boy's shoulders, pressing him down against the bed,
and started to push his penis deeper and deeper into him. I was shocked
and stunned as I watched the big man starting to fuck the little boy hard.
I felt a tingle in my body and I felt Mohammed move still closer. "Look
at him fucking the boy Tina, look how easy it is for the little boy.
Look now Tina, he is gonna shoot sperm on the boy, look now!"
My heart was beating harder and my breathing had increased, as I watched
how the man fucked the boy harder and faster. Suddenly he pulled out,
grabbed his penis, and started to move his hand up and down the shaft,
and soon the purple/brown head grew wider and started to spit out white
slime on the boy's bottom.
Mohammed moaned as the screen faded to black. "Want to watch another
film, Pretty Tina?"
I nodded hurriedly, and Mohammed ran to the video changing tape. I felt
a bit shocked. I had never seen anything like that before. I was also
starting to feel the effect of the alcohol and the joint. I felt hungry.
Really, really hungry. Mohammed looked over at me and asked what the
matter was. I asked if he had any to eat and he smiled.
"Feeling hungry for some sweets, sweetie? Maybe you want some ice cream?"
I nodded and Mohammed told me to stay put as he hurried out to the
kitchen and soon returned with a big bowl of ice cream. He watched me
eat the whole bowl within a couple of minutes. It tasted so good.
Then it started to hurt. My tummy was cramping and I bent forward,
holding my tummy - - moaning.
Mohammed looked concerned. "You ate too fast honey," he said shaking his
head.
The pain was growing worse and I started to cry. Mohammed looked
serious, hugged me, and said he felt very sorry for me. He told me I
should go to the bathroom and try to ease the pressure. I went to the
bathroom and sat there for like 10 minutes without anything happening. I
couldn't shit.
Mohammed knocked on the door and asked if I was all right. I pulled my
pants up and said it still hurt a lot and that I hadn't been able to do
anything. He thought I might have a blockage inside and said that we
might have to go to the hospital. I started to sob again and felt really
scared.
Seeing my fright, Mohammed came over to me and hugged me, rocking me and
patting my hair. He said that we might not have to go to the hospital if
we took care of it ourselves. He asked if I knew what an enema was. I
didn't, so he told me that he could put a small rubber hose in my bottom
and fill it with warm water and then it would flush out the blockage
inside and it would stop the hurting. It hurt so much by then that I
would have agreed to almost anything. After I told him I would try it,
he hastened to his bedroom, getting a black bag with a hose attached to
it and a nozzle at the end.
Chapter 5
He filled the bag with warm water and poured some olive oil in it. Then
he putted a pillow on the floor telling me to kneel on it and bend over.
I did what he said and I felt him putting his fingers in my waistband of
my pants. I stiffened and turned around, shocked, and he smiled and told
me that I had to have my pants down if he was going to be able to put
the hose in my bottom. I felt so stupid when I bent over and felt him
rub some Vaseline on my hole. It was somewhat exciting too, but I was
very nervous and my tummy hurt like hell.
I felt him push the nozzle inside and I whimpered a bit. He rubbed my
shoulders telling me to relax. Then I felt the warm water starting to
run inside me. It didn't hurt but felt very awkward. I felt my tummy
grow heavier and started to bulge. Mohammed kept rubbing my shoulder as
I felt more water run into me. Now my tummy bulged so much that it
started hurting. I told Mohammed to stop but he just hushed me and told
me I had to take a bit more. I was starting to wail when he finally
stopped the flowing and pulled out the nozzle, telling me to hold my
asshole shut no matter what. He told me that some water had spilled on
my panties and my pants so he took them off to dry them. It was so
embarrassing.
Lucky me that I had this large t-shirt on, covering my bottom. After
about 5 minutes, Mohammed told me to sit on the toilet and let go. He
helped me up and led me over to the bathroom. I sat down and out gushed
the warm water. What a relief! It just kept flowing and flowing out of
me and the tension was letting go.
Mohammed came back with a pill he wanted me to take. It was a big red
capsule and I had a lot of trouble swallowing it.
The Arab left me for about 10 minutes letting me alone there, emptying
my bowels in peace. I started to feel more and more relaxed. I closed my
eyes taking deep breaths. Mohammed came in and asked if I was done. I
just nodded. He took some paper and whipped my tush and then he took my
hand and led me over to the sofa where he placed a blanket over me. He
also got under the blanket and asked how I felt. I felt really tired and
relaxed. He asked how my tummy felt and I told him that the pain was
gone. He turned on the video and snuggled up next to me.
I knew he was sitting a bit too close to me but I felt so relaxed and
warm inside. I also felt a bit drowsy when the screen flickered and the
image of a naked African man came up. Behind him in a big comfy chair
sat a naked girl that looked to be around 9 or 10 years old. She was
completely relaxed and her head was bent back as if she was sleeping,
but her eyes were opened.
The black man had a huge limp penis dangling between his legs. He pulled
on it a few times, and then turned around and spread the girl's legs; he
then lowered himself and started to lick her little pink hairless slit.
Mohammed held me closer and sniffed my hair, and then whispered in my
ear that the black man was a good friend of his. I felt Mohammed's hairy
hand stroking along my leg and then he placed his hand on my thigh and
started stroking back and forth. The camera zoomed in on the black man's
thick lips kissing all over the little girl's slit. Mohammed asked if I
liked what I saw as he let his big hand slide between my legs and
started sliding up and down my slit with his finger.
I just nodded. I felt so confused. I knew I didn't want him to molest me
like that, but there was something in me that made me unable to stop him.
The black man pushed one finger up the girl's vagina and you could see
how her body jumped and you could hear her squeal. The Arab moaned
quietly but excitedly in my ear that she was a virgin and that the man
just broken the girl's cherry with his finger.
Mohammed then took my hand and placed it on his hard penis. I gasped for
air. His pants were off and I had never noticed when he had pulled them
off. He told me to hold it, so I did. He started to move my hand up and
down then, telling me to continue as he started probing my bottom hole
with his finger. It stung a bit but he was ignoring every sign of
discomfort I showed. He pushed deeper and I turned to him and made a
noise that I didn't like it. He just gave me a warm comforting smile and
told me to relax and keep stroking his penis.
He reached over and took the vibrator from the end table and started to
lick it; making it wet with spit. Just watching him do that was exciting
me. Then he moved one arm under both my legs under my knees lifting them
up exposing my vagina and bottom hole. He started to poke my anus with
the vibrator.
He was whispering hotly, "Tina darling, take a deep breath now honey and
push like I told you to do before. Otherwise, it will hurt when I push
it in you. Be a good girl now..."
I did what he said and he smiled as he put a steady pressure and I felt
the dildo entering me. It hurt!
I was softly complaining, "No no no" but he just kept pushing. It was a
real strange pleasurable hurt and I tried to relax as I felt it moving
deeper within me. I almost was liking the hurting.
"Goooood girl, gooood girl..."
Finally, he stopped and let my legs go so I was sitting on the dildo. I
started to sob and he held me tight, comforting me. Then he let his hand
slide down between my legs again, and he began rubbing my button. He
told me to watch the video where the black man had put the huge head of
his penis inside the little girl's vagina.
My mind was confused and excited and with him giving me all of this
painful pleasure, I turned to the TV. The little girl was wiggling as
the black man pushed deeper, while rubbing her chest. He held still and
finally the girl calmed down. Then he pinched her left nipple making her
squeal and begin moving again. The black man started to moan and started
to squeeze both her nipples so that she would move even more. He turned
his head facing the camera yelling "Now man!" and the camera zoomed in
on the little girl's impaled vagina and you could see sperm gushing out
around his huge black penis.
I had trouble keeping my eyes open and felt Mohammed putting his lips to
mine, sticking his tongue into my mouth. He lifted me up and turned me
around so that my bottom was sticking up in the air and I felt the
rubber penis starting to slide out of me. Mohammed took hold of it
before it slid out and started pushing it back in again, then letting it
go so it would start sliding out again and pushing it back in before it
managed to slide out completely. I don't know for how long he did that
because I kind of lost track of time but suddenly I felt it slide
completely out, falling down on the sofa. I heard the Arab turn the
vibrator on, telling me to hold it against my slit.
That felt good. The vibrations were going through my whole body.
Then I felt Mohammed's fat hairy tummy against my back and his penis
against my anus. He started to push and I started mumbling, "No no no…"
He just kept pushing, and whispering, "Yes, little Tina, good girl.
Don't cry baby."
I started crying. Not just because of the pain but because I felt there
was nothing I could do about it.
Mohammed pushed harder and started to grunt in my ear. As he was pushing
his penis in and out of my little hole he kept telling me how good I was
and what a special girl I was for making him feel good. He took the
vibrator and started to rub my button with it to ease my pain. That
worked somewhat but not enough to make it feel good.
Then he started to hump faster, telling me it would soon be over, and
how he promised to make it feel good for me next time. Then he went all
stiff, and I could feel his penis expanding in my anus and then I felt
his warm sperm filling me as his penis started pumping.
The Arab went all heavy on my back. His sweaty hairy body was tight
pressed against me. He told me how good I had been and that I should
rest now. Just before I closed my eyes, I saw the black man on the
screen shooting his sperm for a second time in the girl's stretched
vagina. The girl looked like she was in pain. I knew how she felt.
To be continued?