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Story BLACKMAILED INTO PERVERSION (mf, cons, pedo, incest)
by WHITE, 2002
(mf, cons, pedo, incest)
I am just a poster and not the author Of This Storie!
(mf, cons, pedo, incest)
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PRELUDE
Carl Devlin was a very curious kid. He was 12 years old and always
snooping around in other people's business. You might say he was a
teenage journalist, bordering on voyeurist. He loved to walk around the
neighborhood after dark and check out what other people were doing. He
lived alone with his mother and she didn't give a damn what he did. All
she did was work at the local diner and sit in front of the TV watching
boring soaps, while eating snack. Needless to say she was quite fat by
now. That he hadn't gotten into serious criminal trouble was basically
because he thought that people who did things like that were utterly
stupid. All it got you was either land you in jail sooner or later, or
got you killed at one time or another. He fancied neither path.
Being far from stupid and a loner, he had few friends. And nobody knew
what he did in his spare time. He had seen a lot of strange things in
his suburban neighbor hood. All those so-called perfect families had a
lot to hide from others. He learned that very soon in his voyeuristic
career.
There was the Morrisson family, for example. To the outside world it
was a normal family, but Carl had learned that Mr. Morrisson was a real
wife-beater when he had had a few drinks. And he had those a lot. He
slapped his wife around the house for absolutely no reason. Carl really
didn't understand why she stayed with him. Mrs. Morrisson was a very
pretty woman, he thought. And she was always nice to him too. Why
wouldn't she leave that asshole?
Another example was Mrs. Fine. She was a cheating slut. Carl had seen
whole platoons of men go in and out of her backdoor, when Mr. Fine was
out to work. He worked a lot to sustain his wife who he loved but went
on buying-sprees that cost a small fortune. And for his trouble she
cheated him with scores of men, sometimes more then one at a time. The
record so far was four.
And then there was Miss Chester. He had thought that she was quite
normal. She was about thirty and lived alone with her young daughter. He
hadn't caught her at anything strange so far. But one fateful night he
walked past the back of her house and saw something that stopped him
dead in his tracks. He simply couldn't believe what he was seeing. Miss
Chesters' house had it's back to the woods. Therefore she probably
hadn't thought to close the drapes.
Carl clutched his special digital camera and sneaked closer to the
window. Carl had gotten that expensive camera form his grandmother. She
liked him a lot and was very generous. He had often thought he would
rather live with her then with his own mother. His grandmother was his
fathers' mother and she despised her daughter-in-law. Carl couldn't
really blame her for it.
But thanks to her gift, he had the opportunity to take pictures of
people through windows, even at night, without having to worry about
them seeing the flash. This camera was so refined, it didn't need it. He
had gathered enough material on his computer to blackmail half the
neighborhood. Carl knew this, but didn't really care. Her knew that it
was bound to go awfully wrong if he tried something like that. It was
bound to backfire horribly. So he just stalked and took pictures and
simply collected them. Until now.
What he saw now was making his cock rock-hard. Miss Chester was sitting
naked on the couch in her room and feeling herself up. Carl admired her
lean body. She was a real blonde, he saw. She had a small strip of
blonde hair on her mound. He could see her cunt as well. She was
stroking it softly. He took his camera and began to make pictures. She
stroked a little nub on top of her slit and he wondered if that was the
fabled clit he had heard about. She then inserted a finger in it and
fucked it in and out of her beautiful pussy. He also admired her
breasts. They were large and firm and crowned by large, pink and erect
nipples.
Carl pushed his cock in amore comfortable position and kept watching.
He had never seen anything this good! Then he got a shock. Miss Chester
suddenly moaned and called out: 'Boris, come here boy!' Boris, Carl
thought to himself, isn't that her dog? And there he came into view.
With determination he aimed for his mistresses' cunt and put his snout
right in her crotch, lapping away at it.
Carl couldn't believe what he was seeing, but kept making photo's. He
hadn't never thought such a thing possible. Allowing a dog there? He
shuddered at the thought, but his cock remained hard. Miss Chester
obviously loved it. She was moaning and writhing as the German Shepherd
lapped away. She urged him on, saying: 'Oh yes, lick your bitch-cunt,
Boris! Lick it hard!'
Carl was hard too. Then he got an even bigger shock. Miss Chester slid
down from the couch onto the floor and began to kiss the dog on the
mouth. At the same time she grabbed the animals' cock, which had emerged
during the lapping session and began to stroke it. Carl swallowed as he
witnessed this depravity. Then miss Chester turned around and offered
the animal her behind. She said, 'Come on Boris, mount your bitch. Take
me, you beast! Make me yours!' And Boris did. He climbed on top of her
and aimed his huge cock flawlessly at her cunt.
Carl realized at this time this wasn't the first time she did this. She
obviously had had a lot of practice! Boris' cock had disappeared inside
his mistresses cunt and he saw the knot bump against her as well. To his
amazement she spread her legs as far as she possibly could and allowed
Boris to push his knot in and tie himself up with her. Carl kept taking
more pictures, but he now had one hand wrapped around his cock to
relieve some of the pressure.
Carl watched in rapt attention as Boris fucked his mistress to climax
after climax. Carl couldn't hold out a single minute longer himself and
spurted his seed away. He did manage to aim it away from the window.
Miss Chester was oblivious to Carl's groaning, lost in her own debauched
bliss. Finally, after an hour, Boris had finished shooting his seed into
his bitch. He let go and as he withdrew and real flood of his
doggie-sperm came out of her cunt. Miss Chester obviously didn't mind as
she even scooped it up and drank it. Carl took a picture of that as well
and then left, thinking hard about what he had seen.
The next day Carl loaded the pictures into his computer and branded
them on a CD as well. Then he printed some of the juicier ones out. He
made sure that her face was clearly visible on each and every one of
them. Carl smiled as he looked at them. This time he was going to get
something more out of his snooping around.
STEP ONE
That night, Kathleen Chester had barely put her young daughter to bed,
when the bell chimed. She frowned. She didn't expect anyone and she was
just about to begin another session with Boris. She peeked through the
peek-hole and saw it was a neighboring kid from down the street, holding
some kind of envelope. She opened the door and remembered that the boy's
name was Carl.
She said, 'Hello Carl, what can I do for you?' He smiled up to her,
even though he was just half a head shorter then Kathleen. He answered:
'I've got something I want to show you, miss Chester. Can I come in
please?' She frowned a brief moment, then nodded. She closed the door
behind him and they sat together on the couch. She asked him: 'What is
you...' Then the dog came in and Carl said, 'Ah, that's Boris, isn't
it?' She smiled and nodded, stroking the dog's head.
Then Carl gave her the envelope and said, 'I thought you might want to
see this. I've got more were that came from, if you like...' Kathleen
was really wondering what this was all about, but when she laid eyes on
the pictures that were in the envelope, her hart froze for a moment. It
showed clearly how she was making love to Boris! She felt her throat get
dry and her stomach had turned to ice. She managed to stammer,
'How...how...' She couldn't say another word. She was just too shocked.
Carl smiled almost apologetically when he said, 'I like to stalk around
the neighborhood in the evenings. Imagine my surprise when I saw this
last night. I always have my camera with me. I've got loads more and
I've got them on my computer and a CD-ROM as well, stashed safely away.
Very safely. You will never find it, I promise you that!' Kathleen
croaked, 'What do you want?' He simply said, 'You.' She looked at him,
flabbergasted, 'Me? What do you mean?' He pulled up one side of his lips
and said, 'Rather obvious isn't it? I want to have sex with you.'
Kathleen looked in astonishment at this 12-year old boy who had come
into her life and now wanted to have sex with her. She also knew she had
little choice. He could destroy her life, make sure her daughter was
taken away from her. She swallowed and said, 'OK, I understand, I'll do
anything you want, just leave my daughter alone, all right?'
Carl smirked, 'What? Do you think I'm as big a pervert as you?' This
really devastated her, since she knew he had a very good point. The fact
was she really enjoyed having sex with her dog. And since she got little
attention from men, because of her little daughter, who was all of five
years old, she was forced to find her jollies elsewhere. And that was
where Boris 'came' in. No man had made her cum like the big shepherd
did. And now it had been her downfall. She knew it was her own fault.
This was her rightful punishment for her beastly needs and acts.
He told her: 'Strip.' She looked at him. He was almost as tall as she
was, blonde and blue-eyed and he wore glasses. He wasn't bad looking,
she had to admit. She nodded and stood up. She wore a light-blue dress,
which she slowly lowered to the ground. Carl looked on with great
interest a she revealed her body to him. His gaze lingered on her
breasts, encased in her silk bra. She shivered with fear as she dropped
her dress and showed him that she wore no slip, but only stockings.
Her sparsely haired pussy was now open to his view. Carl smiled and
said, 'Maybe you'd better close the curtains this time. We don't want
anyone peeking, do we?' She nodded and quickly made sure that no-one
could see what was going on in her living-room. She returned to him and
he motioned her to sit next to him. When she had done so he said, 'Undo
your bra.' She unclasped it and dropped it on the floor. Carl admired
her firm breasts and large nipples. She whispered, 'Do you like my tits?'
Carl looked at her in an odd way, then smiled at her. He said to her,
'Yes, I do. They're beautiful. I really don't understand why you give
yourself to that dog,' pointing to Boris, 'any man would be happy to do
to you what he does!' She responded: 'It's not that easy when you're a
single mother, Carl.' He nodded slowly, 'I guess that's a good point.'
He touched her tits and began to fondle them.
Kathleen found that she admired him for his restraint. She knew that
most boys his age would probably have blown their load a long time ago.
Yet he was still dressed, even though she could see a respectable bulge
in his pants. She realized that he was just your average teenage kid.
She gasped when he bit softly in her left nipple. Despite herself, she
was getting aroused. No-one had done these things to her for such a long
time. It had been almost three years since her last one-night-stand. And
he had been a disappointment.
Carl was turning her on in a big way! She was angry at herself, but
she knew she had no choice but to do anything he wanted. And she had the
feeling that could be very much. He said, 'Lie back, Kathleen. I want to
see your pussy up close and personal.' She complied and spread her legs
to give him access to her most private parts. He stroked her cunt-hair
and then touched her clit. She gasped and he looked to up say,
'Sensitive fellow, isn't it?' She could only nod in shame.
Carl was having a field day. He hadn't expected it to be this easy! And
here she was, splayed out in front of him. This older woman who would do
anything he asked from her. And to top it all, he noticed that she
seemed to be getting aroused as well. He knew all about the
technicalities of sex, and recognized female arousal when he saw it. She
was dripping wet! It really must have been a long time since she had had
sex.
He inserted a finger into her gaping cunt and watched for a reaction.
This came immediately. She gasped again and moved her pelvis to make him
go deeper. He began to finger-fuck her in earnest and nibbled on her
clit, which was poking out from under its hood. He tasted female juice
for the first time and enjoyed it. Kathleen began to feel hotter and
hotter and was amazed about the skill with which this boy was fingering
her hot cunt.
She gasped, 'Please, Carl, do it faster. Make me cum!' Carl didn't
believe what he was hearing. She wanted him to make her cum! He decided
to take her over the edge. His own cock was screaming for relieve and
intended to get it fast. He sped up his activities and soon Kathleen
Chester came on her blackmailers' hands. She screamed her pleasure and
muffled it by biting in her own hand.
When she recovered she found that Carl had stripped and was stroking
his cock next to her face. She turned it and took his cock in her mouth,
without being asked. She wanted to thank him for her climax. She glanced
at Boris from the corner of her eye and saw that he was now sniffing at
her cunt. Carl was watching this with interest as well. But first he
wanted to get his rocks off. He grabbed her face and began to fuck it.
He really face-fucked her! She couldn't believe it! She also felt a
rough tongue lapping away at her dripping cunt.
Carl felt his orgasm building fast and flooded Kathleen's mouth with
his seed. It was the first time she had to swallow a mans' seed, but she
did it well. She didn't miss a drop. As she licked her lips she looked
up at him, wondering what would he next. She noticed that his cock was
still hard. To her surprise he said, 'I would like to see you fuck Boris
now.' She looked at Boris, who was still lapping her cunt. She just
nodded her consent and positioned herself in the same way as the night
before, but Carl stopped her, saying, 'No I want you to take him on your
back like a good whore.'
Kathleen shuddered at his words, but said nothing, instead doing as she
was told. She guided the dog's cock into her cunt and groaned as he
filled her cunt. But she kept looking at Carl while the shepherd fucked.
She kept looking him with a dazed expression that Carl couldn't quite
place. Kathleen felt her first climax coming and quickly grabbed her
dress to put in her mouth. She didn't want to awake her daughter. Last
night she had been at a friends' house, so she hadn't need to do that.
She also had been careless with the curtains and that was why she now
was in this predicament. Well, it was a predicament which she was
heavily enjoying at the moment!
Carl masturbated as he watched this young mother get royally fucked by
her own dog. The knot had once more disappeared in her cunt. He wondered
how it could feel so tight around his finger if it could take such a
massive thing so easily. He guessed she must train it somehow.
It took the dog half an hour to drop his final load into Kathleen. As
the dog withdrew, Carl watched the deluge of sperm flow from her cunt.
She quickly tried to clean as much of as she could with her dress,
soiling it massively. Then she looked up at Carl again, who said, 'Lie
down bitch, I'm going to fuck that loose pussy of yours.' She smiled at
him, 'It won't be loose, Carl, I've trained it to be tight again, even
after such a fuck.' He just nodded and dropped himself on top of her.
Again she was getting fucked, albeit by a much smaller cock.
Nonetheless she enjoyed the first normal fuck she was getting in years.
She didn't care that it was a 12-year old boy who blackmailed her into
it. She loved the feeling of a man on top of her and a human cock
fucking away in her desperate cunt. She moved her hips in time to meet
his thrusts and did everything she could to reach another orgasm. Carl
on the other hand was enjoying his first fuck as well. Kathleen had been
right about her tightness and she was absolutely willing now. Within
minutes he came and she came with him.
When he rolled of her and got dressed, he told her, 'I'll be back
tomorrow. I will come through the back door. You will give me a key to
your house tomorrow, understand?' She nodded and watched him leave. She
gathered her things and cleaned up. She knew she was going to have a
very interesting time. But if she studied her feelings closely, she had
to admit that she had enjoyed submitting herself to Carl. She had never
cum so much with a man. And to her he was no longer a boy, but a man.
Her man.
STEP TWO
The next night Kathleen only wore a bathrobe as she let Carl in. As
soon as she had closed the curtains, she dropped it to the floor to show
herself to him, hoping to please him. Carl was pleasantly surprised by
her behavior. He told her to sit on the couch and stood in front of her,
unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out for her to suck. She did so
dutifully and did her best to make sure it made him feel good.
Carl looked down at this woman who he had conquered so easily. He was
quite sure she would do anything he asked, even if he didn't have those
pictures now. He asked her, while she did her best to make him shoot his
first load down her throat, 'Have you ever had a cock up your ass?' She
shook her head 'no', knowing that she would lose her anal cherry that
night. Carl smiled as he saw the anticipation in her eyes. He shot his
load in her mouth first, to make sure he would last longer in her tight
ass.
Then she turned around and he remembered something. 'Kathleen, where is
Boris?' She replied softly: 'I've put him in the hall. I didn't want him
to interfere while you use me.' Carl frowned, but let it go. He realized
she might have a point. The dog might get jealous id he saw someone else
fucking his bitch too often. He inserted his cock in her cunt first to
make it slick and added some of her juice to her ass hole as well.
Kathleen felt her own nipples and confirmed what she suspected: they
were rock-hard. She was enjoying this humiliation to the fullest. She
felt his young cock move in and out of her cunt and clamped it as much
as possible, to make it last. She wanted to feel his seed spurt up her
vaginal canal again. She also hoped it wouldn't hurt too much if her
took her ass.
Suddenly he withdrew and put his cock-head at her sphincter and pushed.
She felt a stab of pain in her behind, then he was in and moving his
cock into her bowels. It felt uncomfortable at first, but soon she was
beginning to enjoy it. Carl loved the feeling of Kathleen's tight ass
around his cock. It was just as good as her cunt, he decided.
He fucked her harder and harder and didn't care anymore about her
pleasure anymore. Not that he needed to. Kathleen was kicking herself
mentally that she hadn't tried this fantastic way of having sex before.
She felt her first climax building and was frigging her clit in an
attempt to cum in synchrony with Carl. When she felt Carl letting his
sperm go inside her bowels, she had her release as well. She quickly
turned around to clean his cock and make sure it stayed hard. Carl
couldn't help but to smile as he watched this woman go down on him. She
was doing everything she could to please him. It was simply amazing!
When he was satisfied with her cleaning, he said, 'OK, let's see if
that ass of yours can rake Boris' cock as easily as your cunt.' She
gasped and shuddered, 'But... he will tear me apart!' Carl shook his
head, 'I'll make sure he doesn't put his knot inside. I don't think it
will go in anyway.' She sighed and resigned herself to her fate. She
retrieved Boris and, on Carl's orders, she sucked his cock until it was
hard enough to fuck. She then made sure there was enough lubrication
from her cunt applied to her ass and offered her ass to her dog.
Boris humped her, but she grabbed his cock and guided it to her asshole
this time. His cock slid in and Kathleen groaned as the huge cock made
its way down her bowels. Carl watched closely, making sure that vicious
knot wouldn't get in. Fortunately it was indeed to big. And Boris fucked
her ass for a very long time before finally shooting her ass full with
his doggie-sperm. Carl laughed, 'This time you got sloppy seconds,
Boris!' Kathleen smiled faintly at this remark, then passed out. When
she awoke, Carl was gone and Boris was lapping away at her cunt again.
She shooed the dog away and went to bed. She had decided to fuck Boris
only at Carl's command from now on.
STEP THREE
From then on Carl would come by two or three times a week to fuck her
and watch her get fucked by Boris. She loved to feel him cum inside her
and did everything she could to get him to fuck her as often as
possible. She always greeted him naked and sucked his first load down
her throat. Then he often watched as she put on a show for him,
masturbating, playing with her tits, or sucking Boris' cock and drink
his cum. Then he would fuck her in all positions they could think off.
By this time, she no longer was an unwilling blackmail-victim, but a
very willing participant in her own perversion.
The confirmation of this was when she told him, while he was leisurely
fucking her away from behind, 'Carl, how would you like to see me
pregnant? You could fuck me with a huge belly and just as huge tits
filled with milk.' Carl stopped fucking her for a moment when he let
this statement register, then said, 'You mean you want me to fuck you
pregnant, don't you?' She nodded, 'Yes, of course! I wouldn't let anyone
else fuck me, Carl! I'm yours!' He chuckled, 'What a little blackmail
can lead to, isn't it, Kathleen?'
She whispered, 'I would keep fucking you, even if you gave all your
photo's of mine, Carl. If you want, you can make new pictures of me.
Even more perverted then the ones you already have.' Carl thought about
this, then nodded, 'Yes, I would like that.' He speeded up and shot his
load, then let Boris clean her up. He watched at this woman, who now
belonged completely to him. It gave him a really powerful feeling.
The next night he brought his digital camera and took pictures of her
in all kind of lewd poses. He let her fuck herself with a cucumber, a
wine-bottle, a huge black dildo and even her own fist. Then he took
close-ups as she took Boris in every hole. As a parting gift he pissed
down her throat and took pictures of that as well. Kathleen loved to
debase herself for him in this way. She hadn't recognized this urge in
herself until Carl came along. She realized that her first marriage had
failed because her husband hadn't been able to meet her sexual demands.
Especially her more perverted ones. He was of the conviction that
ass-fucking was a deviation and animal sex had of course been an
absolute no-go.
And now she had found someone who loved to make her do all kind of
dirty things, which she loved as well. She wished deeply that she could
have married him, but that would be impossible for a long time. But at
least she could be a wife to him in most other ways. Carrying his child
was one of them. She hoped she would start to swell soon. She also hoped
it would be a girl. She had also noticed that she had begun to have
sexual thoughts in the direction of her own daughter, Kerry. She often
wondered what it would look like to watch her child have sex with Carl.
As Carl walked home he saw that his mother was still at home. He walked
inside silently. Then he suddenly heard a sound which he found very
familiar. A woman moaning in pleasure. He decided to peek and was
confronted with the incredible sight of his overweight mother fucking
herself with a beer-bottle. She had her eyes closed in pleasure and he
decided to take the risk and snap some shots for his collection. He now
had some ammunition against his own mother if she ever found out about
his affair with Kathleen Chester.
He sneaked outside and took some pictures of his mother forcing the
beer-bottle up her asshole with he fat end first. He was surprised to
see that it went in fairly easy. She had to have done this many times
before! His cock was hard and he came without even touching it when he
watched this fat woman cry out: 'Oh please, what man will fuck me silly!
I need a man, any man, to fill my holes and make me cum!' After this he
quietly went to his room and jerked off at the sight of his own mother
calling out for any man to fuck her hard. Who knows? Maybe he could give
her what she craved, just like Kathleen.
STEP FOUR
A few weeks later Carl had had a few more series of pictures of his
mother getting herself off in a variety of ways. His affair with
Kathleen continued still. He used her at least three times a week to get
himself off. She always came as well, no mater what he did to her. He
fucked her in every hole and between her tits, had her fuck Boris in
every hole, pissed in and on her and he even took to bondage. He tied
her to the her bed and used his belt to whip her, calling her a slut and
a dirty unworthy slave. It never failed to make her cum.
Then his 13th birthday arrived. He entered her house and as usual she
was naked already. It was a Friday and he planned to spend a good deal
of the night with her. His mother was still completely in the dark about
it all, so he didn't have any worries there. Carl was surprised to see
Kathleen wearing a slave-collar with an attached leash. He grabbed it
and pulled it to him, dragging her down at the same time. He said, 'So,
my slut, have you got a gift for me?' She smiled up to him and replied,
'Yes, Carl, I have something very delicious for you. It's my most
precious possessions and I give it to you to do with as you please.'
This statement peaked his curiosity. He undressed and sat himself on
the couch, with Kathleen kneeling between his knees, and sucking his
cock. By now she lived for Carl. She knew it had all started with him
blackmailing her, but she was long past that. She loved him, worshipped
him even. 'Actually I have two gifts for you, Carl,' she told him. 'Oh?'
She touched her belly and said, 'I'm finally pregnant with your child!'
Carl blinked with his eyes for a moment, then smiled, 'So, you will be
the scandal of the neighbor hood then, very soon!' She nodded happily.
She would fuck Boris in the middle of the day in broad daylight on the
street, if Carl told her to do so. Shame meant nothing if it meant that
he would be pleased with her.
'And what id the other gift?' he asked. She rose and said, 'I'll get it
for you.' He heard her go up and down the stairs and wondered what could
possibly top her being pregnant with his child? Then she came back into
the living-room and Carl got the biggest shock since he had seen how his
mother masturbated herself with a beer-bottle. Kathleen entered with
Kerry, her 5-year old daughter. And the little girl was as naked as her
mother was and wore an identical, if smaller, slave-collar.
Kathleen kneeled in front of him and Kerry did the same, their eyes
downcast to avoid his shocked and amazed stare. Kathleen whispered: 'I
offer you my daughter Kerry, Carl. She's five years old and will do
anything at all for you, I promise.' Carl looked at Kathleen and took a
deep breath, 'You offer your own daughter as a slave to me?' 'Yes, I do.
Ask her how she will serve you if you will,' she said. Carl looked at
the naked child, who was still kneeling there. He took in her long
blonde hair, her pretty face, her body which was devoid of any hair or
curves and her tiny slit.
He asked her, 'Do you know who I am?' She nodded, 'Yes, you are my
master, Carl. I will do anything you ask.' He turned to Kathleen and
asked, 'You taught her this?' Kathleen nodded proudly. Carl's cock was
extremely hard by now and Kathleen's gaze was fixed on it. Carl leaned
back and told her, 'Well, I suggest you teach her the finer points of
the art of cock-sucking then!' He spread his knees to grant the little
girl access, while her mother told her in detail how she should please
her master.
Her small mouth clamped around his cock-head and she did everything she
could to get as much inside as she could. The sheer perversity of having
this tiny child suck on his cock was almost enough to bring him off. But
he managed to hold back and pulled Kathleen to him with her leash,
kissing her forcefully. He said, 'I'm happy with your gifts, slut. I
will fuck you hard as a reward.' Kathleen beamed at him and kissed him
everywhere while her daughter worked up and down his cock.
Finally Carl came and little Kerry couldn't cope with the enormous
amount of sperm that spurted out of it. Her face and hair were coated in
it. Carl found it a very arousing sight. Kathleen cleaned it off with
her tongue and then took Kerry's place in between his legs. He lifted
Kerry up and fondled her small body. He kissed her on her mouth and
nipples, then began to lap away at her baby-pussy.
Kathleen had a beautiful sight form where she was doing her work. She
could see Carl's tongue moved along her little girls' slit and tiny
clit. Kerry moaned and wriggled under his touches. Kerry knew her mother
had told her that Carl would probably hurt her as well, but she felt she
could cope with that if he also made her feel like this. She was too
young to cum yet, but it felt really nice!
After this session they went to bed and Kerry was laid down in front of
him, her legs splayed wide. He stroked his cock, wondering how Kathleen
could possibly think that he could ever his cock-head inside that small
cunt. He had felt it and it was incredibly tight! But Kathleen took some
sort of oily jelly and began to administer that to Kerry's pussy. Then
she asked if he wanted it too. He looked at the little child and nodded.
He didn't want to hurt this child. Not more than absolutely necessary
anyway.
When he was ready, he crawled over the child and kissed her, before
slowly sliding his cock inside. Carl was glad with the extra lube, since
it was still difficult to do. Kathleen held her daughter so that she
didn't move away. Then he succeeded in breaking through and slid inside.
Kerry cried in pain and discomfort, but it was done. Carl was fucking
the 5-year old at leisure. He slowly accelerated until he came inside
the incredibly tight baby-cunt. Kathleen watched it with pride. Her
daughter had taken her masters' cock! She wondered how long it would
take to have her ass fucked as well. As it turned out, not very long.
Carl took the girls' anal cherry as well that night. Then Kerry watched
in amazement as her mother took their dogs' cunt up her ass and drank
Carl's piss as if it was a delicious wine. She knew it would not be long
before she would do many of those things as well.
THE FINAL STEP
It was almost the next morning when Carl came home and when he sneaked
past the living-room he stopped dead in his tracks. His mother was lying
on the ground,, naked and with a beer-bottle up her cunt, the fat side
first. Just then did she open her eyes. They looked at each other for a
brief moment, then she made a desperate attempt to get her clothes, but
she forgot the beer-bottle. As a result, she fell and then Carl was on
top of her. Despite having cum several times that night, his cock was
hard again. He grabbed his fat mother as she was lying on her stomach
and unzipped his pants, pulling the bottle out with the other hand.
Before she realized what had happened, her son was pounding away in her
loose cunt.
She grunted from surprise, but didn't say anything to stop him. She
liked what he was doing and the fact it was her own son, didn't make any
difference. A man was a man and a cock was a cock. She even fucked back,
then encouraged him to fuck her harder. His reply hurt, but she knew she
was right: 'What. Mommy-slut needs her son to fuck her harder in that
loose pussy of hers'? You are loose enough to take a horse, for Gods'
sake!' She gasped, 'Fuck my ass then, Carl! Fuck me there and fill my
ass with your seed!' And he did. Her ass was still tight enough to make
him cum. As she felt him cum, she came as well. Finally she had a man to
fuck her again!
When Carl withdrew he told her, 'From now on you will drink no more
alcohol, mother. If you drink, you don't get fucked! You will loose
weight and I want you to go and talk with miss Chester down the street
about how to tighten up that cunt of yours. And your ass as well. She
had some nice tricks for that, I know.' She realized that he must be
fucking that woman. Oh well, the fat woman thought, at least I will have
him half the time. And she knew that it wouldn't hurt to loose some
weight. She at last had an incentive: if she didn't, Carl wouldn't fuck
her anymore. She couldn't let that happen! Carl was happy as well. No
more hiding and sneaking anymore he was free and in control!
The End.
(The author can be reached at: whitesf3001@yahoo.com. No garbage will
be taken.)