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Three Scenes Mf, mmff, fb, mm, caution
It was like a dream. Sammy led the twelve-year-old to one of the beds
and sucked her little nipples, then licked her way down Claire's taut
tummy. Claire felt her cunny moisten and then the teenager was licking
her there. This couldn't be wrong! Claire arched her back and parted her
legs, the tip of Sammy's tongue flickering at the tiny hole. Sammy
lifted the young girl's legs and licked her... her poophole! Claire
moaned as Sammy tongued her clitty, then shivered as she felt a wet
fingertip push against her botty...
Three Scenes
Written by Silvio Stoker
T H R E E S C E N E S
I CLAIRE
Claire had only met her cousins a couple of times and couldn't even
remember what they looked like. When her dad decided that she would be
spending the summer with them, Claire was disappointed. She had been
looking forward to another steamy summer in Mississippi, and she was
devastated by the news that the entire vacation would be spent away from
Pass Christian and her boyfriends, especially Mister Morris. Claire was
afraid that her father suspected her of disobeying him. She knew that
her dad read her diary sometimes, but Claire had come up with a cipher
for the parts she knew he was looking for.
Her father wanted her sexually. He would never actually molest her, but
she'd known that he was attracted to her ever since he'd found out about
Mister Morris, before she started to write in code. That was two years
ago, when Claire was eleven and Mister Morris had caught her in bed with
his son. They hadn't been doing anything, only kissing. Mike was sixteen
then and Mister Morris was forty-one. Claire had been scared, but Mike
said it was okay, that his dad was open-minded and they wouldn't get
into trouble. Mister Morris had just said hi and excused himself.
Claire's father knew she was friends with Mike, and he didn't have a
problem with it. He knew that Claire was oddly mature for her age, and
trusted her. Claire had had a crush on the lean, olive-skinned,
intelligent boy since she was ten, but she didn't think he would have
anything to do with her. Mike noticed, though, and asked her if she
wanted to come over. Claire thought she was dreaming when he asked if
she wanted to be his girlfriend. She said yes, of course, and he gave
her her first kiss.
She knew he had other girlfriends. At first she was jealous, but Mike
explained that loving other girls didn't mean he loved her any less. He
said she could have other boyfriends, too, and by the time Claire turned
twelve she had accepted these things. Mike even introduced her to Sammy,
one of his other girlfriends. The fifteen-year-old was a beautiful
brunette with big, dark brown eyes and a sweet smile. Sammy and Mike did
drugs, and that frightened Claire at first, but she was determined to
act like an adult because she was addicted to Mike's kisses.
Claire met Mike's friend George about a month after her twelfth
birthday. He was little for a fourteen-year-old, but she thought he was
cute. Blond, with soft, pink skin and blue eyes, skinny, and usually
dressed in tight black jeans and a black T-shirt, George wrote poems and
stories and was really smart. Claire showed him some things she had
written and they became friends.
A few weeks after meeting him, Mike, Sammy, George and Claire spent the
weekend at George's parents' cottage by the lake. Claire's dad didn't
want to let her go, but she begged and he relented. Mister Morris drove
them there, and Claire noticed how he looked at her, like his son did
when he was kissing her.
Claire had expected George's parents to be at the cottage, but they
weren't. They got there on Friday night, and after a walk in the woods,
George made dinner. Claire was impressed. Linguine and pesto and salmon.
They even had wine, and Claire got drunk for the first time. At sunset,
Mike suggested a swim.
Claire was going to go to the bathroom to put on her swimsuit when
everybody started taking off their clothes. They were going to go
skinny-dipping! She felt a little uncomfortable, but only a little. They
were good friends by then, and what was the big deal? She saw Mike's
cock for the first time. She'd felt it sometimes, accidentally, when
they were kissing. It was hard now, six inches, uncut. George's was a
little smaller, circumcised, as stiff as Mike's.
Claire was shy about her body. She was still hairless and flat. Sammy's
titties were perfect Anjou pears with pink, puffy nipples. Both girls
were slender, but Sammy had womanly hips and a luscious ass. Claire was
surprised that her cunt was bald. Sammy saw her looking and smiled.
Suddenly Mike and George were kissing. Claire gasped. The two boys were
locked in a passionate embrace, fondling each other's asses. Claire felt
queasy, then warm. Mike kissed George's neck, then sank to his knees and
took his friend's cock into his mouth, sucking. Claire looked at Sammy.
Their eyes met. Sammy was staring at her immature body!
Claire whimpered when Sammy touched her, weak-kneed, frightened and
horribly aroused. Wasn't this wrong? Sammy kissed her, and Claire kissed
back. The older girl smelled so good, caressing her softly, her wet
tongue playing in her mouth. Sammy took Claire's hand and put it between
her legs. Claire stroked the teenager's slit, and Sammy moaned.
"Claire... let's go to bed, okay?"
It was like a dream. Sammy led the twelve-year-old to one of the beds
and sucked her little nipples, then licked her way down Claire's taut
tummy. Claire felt her cunny moisten and then the teenager was licking
her there. This couldn't be wrong! Claire arched her back and parted her
legs, the tip of Sammy's tongue flickering at the tiny hole. Sammy
lifted the young girl's legs and licked her... her poophole! Claire
moaned as Sammy tongued her clitty, then shivered as she felt a wet
fingertip push against her botty.
It was weird at first, then wonderful. Claire spread her cheeks and
gurgled as the older girl's slender finger slid snugly into this private
place. Sammy slurped at the twelve-year-old's snatch, wiggling the
finger in her tight bottom, and suddenly Claire was coming, squealing as
the strange sensations surged through her pale, skinny body.
Claire opened her eyes when something brushed against her lips and saw
Mike's penis, the dark wire of his pubic hair. She parted her lips to
protest and her boyfriend's prick slid into her mouth. She lifted her
hand to push him away when she needed to swallow her drool and his dick
slipped deeper, then withdrew. Automatically, Claire sucked it into her
mouth again. Mike groaned. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and
started sucking him, excited, not even noticing that the slight pressure
at her dilated sphincter was not her girlfriend's finger.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh!"
Claire convulsed as George's penis pushed into her virgin butt, letting
go of Mike's cock and struggling. George's prick was slick with Sammy's
saliva but much too big for her, and she was utterly unprepared for the
invasion.
"Shhhhhhh," Mike hushed her. "It'll only hurt a little, baby... only for
a little while."
"Noooooooooo! Aaaaaaaaauuuuuugh! Aaaaaaaugh! Aaaaauummmmmmww-www-"
Mike's penis plunged into her mouth again. He held her head, and Claire
gagged as his cock hit the back of her throat and George's prick stabbed
deeper into her anus.
He was fucking her! Claire shuddered as the boy's dick began to move in
her burning rectum and Mike's thicker cock filled her mouth. She put her
hands on Mike's hips to get him out of there, gagging, but when the bulb
of his penis reached her lips he thrust into her mouth again. He was so
strong, even against her desperate movements. Claire clutched his hips,
pushing him away... and again his penis entered her, the other prick
deep in her ass, hurting her. Again she pushed him away... then _pulled_
him back into her wet mouth, replicating George's painful thrusts into
her rectum.
It hurt so much! Claire sucked Mike's penis - he wasn't hurting her -
and suddenly George forced his entire five inches into Claire's asshole.
She pulled Mike deeper into her mouth, trying not to gag, and the penis
in her bottom withdrew, the pain melting like a stick of chocolate for
an instant as Mike began to withdraw from her mouth. George pushed into
her poophole again, all the way in, and Claire pulled Mike's hips,
letting him enter her, her throat, George pulling out of her butt, she
was gagging, the cock in her mouth going out and the one in her ass
again deep, so deep... the first wave of her orgasm hit her like a
nightstick.
Claire flopped against the firm mattress, coming like crazy as she felt
the cock in her butt flood her intestines with come. She almost cried
when Mike peeled her fingers from his hips. Sammy was begging to be
fucked. Claire sat up, a sharp pain shooting up her anus, making her wince.
George looked upset. He hadn't wanted to hurt her. Panting, Claire
crawled towards his half-erect cock and took it into her mouth. It was
dirty from her. She didn't care. George moaned and stroked her hair as
the twelve-year-old cleaned him with her tongue. Sammy's moans were
sonorous, mature, and Claire paused to look at her other lovers, Mike's
dick slamming into Sammy's cunt, the teenager's pretty legs quivering.
Claire was in pain but she had never been so happy.
Claire had heard of cocksucking, of course, but she had never imagined
doing it, not really - it was easy! She could tell from the noises
George made that he liked what she was doing, stroking him into her
mouth, licking her poop from the shaft. She tried to take him deeper
than Mike had gone, and only gagged a little, trying to swallow. She
wanted to be filthy! It felt so natural, yet totally nasty. She looked
up at him with her lewd green eyes and drooled, a wad of sepia spit
dripping from her red mouth to the boy's stiff penis.
"George... do you want to get it dirty again?"
She turned around and crouched down, offering him her butt, seductively
touching the sore opening. He slid into the dilated hole slowly but
entirely, filling her. It hurt, but Claire wanted it now, her tight
rectum slick with come.
"Ohhhhh... oh, God... oh God it's good," she groaned, a little afraid of
her voice. She had never said such things. "Your... your cock, in me...
ohhhh..."
"You're so tight," he said, slowly slipping in and out of her. "Claire..."
"Yessss! Fuck me, George... fuck my ass! Fuck me!"
He speeded up, stabbing his cock in to the hilt, and soon she was coming
again, diddling her slit, astounded. He held her, then withdrew, and
Claire turned to suck him, almost delirious, eager for the bitter scum
from her own bottom, to be seen by him like that, wanton, willing to do
anything for his and her own pleasure.
"Come in my mouth," she whispered, staring up at him sexily.
She was an incredibly beautiful girl, with almost opalescent skin and
smaragdine eyes, long lashes and thin eyebrows that were arched even in
repose, and short, wavy hair the hue of a sorrel mare. Her mouth was a
brilliant red, now flecked with feces.
George took hold of his cock and jerked off. Claire was confused at
first, then stuck out her tongue, looking up at him. George ejaculated,
his semen hitting her face and tongue, delighting her.
"Mike!" Claire needed him. "Mike... fuck me!" Mike was buttfucking
Sammy. "Miiiiiiiike!"
"Claire... let him make love to her," George said.
"No! I... I need..." She grabbed Mike's hand. He pushed her away.
Claire started crying. How could he be fucking someone else when she...
she wanted him? She didn't want him anymore. She stormed out of bed and
drank a glass of wine, sobbing.
George asked her to go swimming with him, but she refused. She felt
hurt, jealous, rejected.
"Suit yourself," George said, and went out naked into the warm evening.
x x x
Claire never got used to sharing. Awakened, she became obsessed with her
body, with the beauty that seemed to draw stares from every man who saw
her and not a few women. Her horizons had expanded - she slept with
George and Mike and a couple of other boys from school - but her
jealousy, though tamed, had not dissipated. Mike saw less and less of
her, and finally gave her to understand that he didn't like her anymore.
Ditto George. She still visited, though - to see Mister Morris.
II NINA
When I was seven, my mom left my dad and we moved in with Wally. I don't
remember my real dad doing stuff to me, but mom told me that she'd found
pictures of me sucking his cock and that was why she took me away.
Wally started having sex with me a couple of weeks after we moved in. I
was scared 'cause he was a stranger and strong and hairy, not like my dad.
My mom worked the night shift, and after he drove her to the jewelry
factory he would give me some wine and have me dance for him. I didn't
know how to dance and I'm anemic and stuff but he made me. I waved my
arms and hopped around and he told me to take off my clothes and I did.
He said I was sexy and put me on the bed and played with my cunny and
stuff. His dick was scary. He stuffed it in my mouth. He said I was a
cocksucker and a whore. I choked on his come and cried myself to sleep.
Wally molested me almost every night, whenever my mom was at work. She
pretended she didn't know. He started rubbing his cock against my cunny,
and I was scared he would try to put it in. He stuck his finger in my
hole and then, one night when he was really drunk, he raped me in my
botty. I passed out.
He didn't even let it heal. It hurt so much that I could hardly walk and
he made me dance even when I was sick. I had to put a banana in my
poophole and stuff. He fucked my cunny, too, but it was too small. I
hurt all the time and couldn't go poop sometimes.
Then school was about to start and I had to go to the doctor. Wally was
stupid. He went to jail and I had to have therapy and my mom hated me.
She was stupid, too. I didn't like the lady I had to go see but I was
glad Wally was gone.
My next daddy didn't have sex with me but he hurt me sometimes when he
was drunk. Therapy ended and everything was okay except I didn't have
any friends. I did good in school and kind of forgot everything until I
was eleven and met Tommy.
Tommy lived in the apartment building on the corner where I waited for
the school bus. He was fourteen but he hung out with older kids and cut
school and stuff. They threw rocks at me sometimes and I was scared of
them and always ran home as fast as I could. I started taking the bus to
the next stop so that I could go home through the park but one day Tommy
was waiting for me.
He was alone. He waved to me. I was scared but he didn't look mean like
he was with the other kids. I don't know why but I walked slow so that
the boy who got of the bus there disappeared through the trees and then
I was alone with Tommy.
He had a pimply face and long dark hair. He always wore jeans and a
leather jacket and looked kind of tough but you could tell he was only
fourteen. He asked me if I wanted to smoke some pot and I said yeah even
though I'd never tried it. We went to the boarded-up building on the
street behind the park and Tommy showed me how to get inside.
I was still scared but kind of excited that he was being nice to me. He
took me upstairs, holding my hand 'cause the steps were broken and there
was junk everywhere, and I liked him holding my hand. He led me to a
room where the window wasn't boarded up. There was a box-spring with
some old blankets on it and lots of empty bottles and trash on the floor.
I was nervous when he put his arms around me but he looked into my eyes
and it made me his whore. He kissed me... and suddenly I remembered my
dad kissing me, my real dad, and I opened my mouth and let Tommy fuck it
with his tongue. I almost fell when he let me go. He rolled a joint and
we sat down on the old blankets and creaky springs and smoked. I coughed
a lot, and he laughed. I thought he was laughing at me, but he said it
was cute how little I was.
He took out his cock and told me to suck it. It was nice, small, uncut,
and his crotch smelled good, but his penis wasn't very hard. My fuckhole
got wet for the first time. He let me suck him for a while, then told me
to take off my clothes. I remembered the things that the therapist had
said about how my body was mine but it felt like it was his. I knew he
was using me and I got the same dirty, heavy feeling I did when Wally
raped me, but I needed him, too. I needed him to want me.
I was shaking. He kissed me again, and I melted into his arms. He put me
down on the blankets and stripped. I was embarrassed about my body. I
was almost as skinny then as I am now, only smaller. He was scrawny,
too, but much bigger than me. He had scars, like he'd been in a fire or
something.
He said I was a slut and told me to turn around and wiggle my butt. I
started sobbing but I did what he said. I felt something against my
thigh, and then he was touching my slit with a stick. I just froze,
trembling, and he tapped it against my slimehole. I was crying. Tommy
stuck the stick in my cunny.
"D-don't... it hurts!"
"Shut up, slut," he snarled. "You... you faggot!"
I was really scared, paralyzed. He pulled the thick stick from my cunny
and touched my butt with it. It was a piece of a wooden dowel rod or
something. I screamed when he stabbed it into my asshole. I hadn't had
anything in there for three years. He kept calling me a faggot, forcing
the stick into my rectum. He was jerking off, and after what seemed like
forever he came, his semen splattering my buttocks and back.
Tommy took the stick out and threw me on my back. He spat in my face.
"You're my whore now," he hissed. "If anybody asks you what we did,
what're you gonna say?"
"I... I d-don't... know!"
"You're gonna say I fucked your brains out, you little slut. Got that?"
Tommy dressed and left me there, naked and crying. After a while I got
up, put on my clothes, and went home. My stepfather made me make dinner
and do the dishes. My mom saw that something was wrong with me again,
but something was always wrong with me.
After school the next day, I didn't know where to get off the bus. I
decided on our street, more afraid of the park. Tommy was there with his
friends. I ran. They called out after me, 'whore' and 'slut' and stuff.
The other kids from the bus would spread it around school, of course. I
felt like I was in hell, but at least they couldn't catch me with all
the other kids there and their parents watching out the windows of the
apartments.
I started to masturbate. I had remembered my father. I couldn't remember
anything other than his kissing me, but it seemed like heaven back
there, before Wally. I tried to get back there. I found a picture of my
dad in my scrapbook, the one he'd made for me. My mom never thought of
things like scrapbooks. I fell in love with my father, with what I could
remember.
Tommy caught me a week after hurting me. He just fell into step with me
after I got off the bus. The other kids stared.
"Nina... lemme talk to you. Come on."
He took my hand, and I let him lead me toward the park. I was scared,
but he was being nice to me again. He took me to the boarded-up
building, reminding me to say he'd fucked my brains out.
Two of his friends were in the room, Jose, who was maybe eighteen, and
Ted, sixteen or so. They were drinking from a bottle of vodka.
"This is Nina," Tommy said.
Jose sneered at me. "Okay, let's see you fuck her, Tommy."
"Naw," he said. "I ain't gonna fuck in front of no guy."
"That's not what we hear," Ted said. "You're a fag."
"Come on, Tommy," I whispered. I got the picture. "Let's go somewhere else."
Jose got up off the box-spring and walked towards us. He looked like an
Indian.
"How old are you?"
"Eleven."
"Shit, man. She's not even in junior high! You're sick, Tommy."
"She fucks like a lady," Tommy answered.
"Show us. Show us how you fuck, you freak."
Jose undid his belt and dropped his pants. He had a hard-on and it made
me feel pretty that he liked me so much even though I still had my
clothes on.
I took off my skirt and blouse and stepped out of my panties, showing
off my butt 'cause I didn't have anything on my chest yet, really, just
nipples, but they were nice and hard. I was wet, too, posing for him in
my white socks and dumb shoes, stroking my cheeks like Wally had me do,
looking at him over my shoulder.
He didn't kiss me but he put his cock in my mouth. I knew I was
beautiful even if my body wasn't. My straight blond hair was in pigtails
and I have incredible eyes, cornflower blue. He had a seven-inch prick,
and it tasted good, like it had been in a grown-up cunt, and even though
I didn't know that taste then, I guessed.
He held my wrists and I hung from them, opening wide, letting him fuck
my mouth. I gagged a little but it felt good 'cause he was groaning and
I knew he liked it. His friend stripped and Jose carried me to the box
spring.
The sixteen-year-old was hard, too, and I started to suck his huge cock,
drooling, feeling sexy and wanted. I was scared, but I needed their
love. Ted took hold of my pigtails and fucked my face, sticking his cock
in my throat. I tried to swallow it, and it went in when Jose put his in
my cunny.
It hurt, but I was bigger than when Wally raped me and really wet. He
forced it in slow, and I started to like how it hurt, feeling him
stretch the little hole and push against my cervix.
"Fuck, she's tight... fantastic... fucking fantastic..."
I was going to come. I felt like I was being ripped open, and I liked
it. Jose started hitting my cervix on purpose, and Ted's dick went in
and out of my throat. I didn't know where I was. They held me, Jose's
hands on my hips and Ted's fingers in my underarms, moving me back and
forth like a sack full of mush. Then Jose stroked my back to show he
liked me or something, or that's what I felt, that I was like good for
them, good enough to be their slut.
I was only crying because of how much it hurt, but then it stopped
hurting or I wanted it so much I couldn't feel it anymore, fucking,
wrapping my fingers around Ted's big cock and sucking hard, bucking
against Jose's dick like a whore.
They flipped me over and spread a blanket on the floor. Ted lay down and
Jose helped him stuff his prick in my poophole. Tommy got turned on,
watching Jose touch Ted's cock. Tommy wanted to stick his dick where
Jose's had been.
I liked it in my butt. It didn't hurt too much 'cause I'd been
buttfucked so much when I was seven. Then Tommy stuck his dick in my
cunny. I knew he could feel Ted's prick in my asshole, and I liked Tommy
hard. I loved Tommy. He was messed up like me.
I sucked Jose's cock and went wild, moaning, half in pain and half in
ecstasy. Their strong hands held me, and Jose played with my titties.
Then Jose and Tommy started kissing, and I felt Tommy's cock swell in my
cunny hole. Ted came in my ass, and Jose put me on my hands and knees
and buttfucked me.
"Ted... want me to suck you?" Tommy's voice was plaintive, nervous.
"Y-yeah," Ted said. "Yeah, I do." I couldn't see them, only hear the
sixteen-year-old moan while Tommy gave him a blow job. "Suck me, Tommy,"
Ted whispered hoarsely. "Suck it, girl... suck her shit off it...
suck... suck, you fag... suck my cock..."
Jose's prick throbbed in my poophole and we both came, his come shooting
up my ass so good. I just lay there, then, watching the boys.
Their loving violence, I guess it was. I felt left out, but they didn't
mean it, they invited me back in to their secret society, fucked me
again, fucked each other, pissed in my mouth. Tommy and Jose stuck both
their pricks in my bottom hole at the same time, and I almost passed
out, but by that time I wanted anything they could do, we all did, as
though the old boarded-up building was itself a victim of our sexual panic.
III BILLY
Billy Greene was a sickly child, puny, withdrawn and awkward, but he was
both very pretty and very smart. On his thirteenth birthday, he was only
a little over four feet tall and weighed about forty-five pounds. With
soft, milky skin and frightened sea-green eyes, flame red hair and a
waifish body, he was constantly mistaken for a girl. He blushed, then,
tortured, and his fear and shame made him seem all the more feminine.
His mother was a cold, distant creature, and his stepfather despised the
boy, being an amateur boxer and basically a mindless he-man. Greg and
Lisa Greene didn't hurt the kid, at least not physically. They ignored
him. They were embarrassed by him, and he knew it.
He was teased, of course, at school, 'better dead than red' and all the
rest, 'faggot.' The showers were the worst, of course, and the sports
that came before them. His birthday was the last day of school, and the
summer stretched before him like a vast cloud chamber. He had no
friends, and his parents left him alone, taking off for Tuscany and
leaving Billy with a wad of cash and the new maid.
Sarah Stein was seventeen, a beautiful Jewess with icy blue eyes, piano
fingers, a tall, slender, strangely corrupt body and kinky raven hair.
Almost titless, tense, with narrow hips and coltish legs, a boyish butt
and fantastic feet, a stunning bone structure and silken, pallid skin,
Sarah smelled like lily-of-the-valley and sometimes like sex.
Intelligent and seemingly responsible, the Greenes trusted her despite
her having worked for them only a week. They knew her parents, and left
the usual phone numbers and such.
Billy was glad when his parents left, and he liked Sarah. She drove them
to the airport, then returned to the sprawling old house and asked if
Billy wanted to swim with her. The pool doubled as the greenhouse, and
was Billy's favorite place. He was happy... and he wanted to see Sarah
in a swimsuit. The sight was even better than he expected - she wore a
white bikini. They swam for an hour or so, then sat on the chaises
longues near the orchids, Billy sneaking glances between the teenager's
slender, muscular thighs. Her slit was clearly visible, apparently
hairless, and she sat so that he could see. Her nipples stood out, too,
stiff and puffy on her flat chest. Her taut belly held a long, shallow
navel, and after a while she lay on her stomach. He stared at her crack,
his mouth dry.
"Do you like it?" Her voice was seductive, sonorous, low.
Billy blushed. "What?"
"My body. Do you like it?"
"Y-yeah."
She wiggled her butt, then pulled her bikini bottom into her tight
crack. Billy held his breath, scared, excited.
"Billy... can I ask you something?"
"Yeah."
"Have you ever tried drugs?"
"No!"
"Would you like to?"
"I don't know... I guess."
She sat up and smiled at him. He was flushed, nervous.
"Let's go to my room, then."
He followed her. The room she was staying in was the entire attic. She'd
brought lots of things when she came, framed reproductions of Schiele
and Klimt, seven suitcases, two crates of books, even silk sheets. She
planned to work there for a year or so, and had made the attic her home.
Sarah took out an onyx box and rolled a thin joint of Thai stick with
Abadie papers. Their suits had dried. They sat on the bed. Billy was
ashamed of his body. He coughed, and Sarah stroked his back. No one had
touched him since he was very young except doctors and nurses, or when
he got beat up. He shuddered.
"Lie down," she whispered. "Want to?" Billy was speechless. He lay back
on the bed, trembling. Sarah stubbed out the roach and took off her
bikini. The only light was from the skylight, and it was dusk. She
touched his leg, admiring his sissyish body, pale against the pink silk.
Her nipples were like huge, hard raspberries. He looked at her fragrant
vagina, his four-inch cock straining against his green trunks. Her long
labia were lilac and dangled like two little tails. "Do you like my cunt?"
"Y-yeah... Sarah..."
"What do you think about when you jerk off?"
"Um... I dunno..."
"You can tell me, Billy. Do you think about boys?"
"No."
"Never?"
"Yeah... sometimes."
"Take your swimsuit off... please, Billy."
He did, clumsily, and suddenly his stiffy was in Sarah's mouth. He came
almost immediately. She swallowed, then kissed him, softly stroking his
penis. It stayed hard. She fucked his mouth with her tongue, then licked
his nipples. He felt helpless. Aroused, but vulnerable.
"Do you ever think about me?"
"Y-yeah."
"What do you think about?"
"Kissing you and stuff."
"What kind of stuff, Billy?"
"I... Sarah, I... I don't... stop, please..."
She didn't. She sucked his cock. Billy moaned, and Sarah straddled him.
He gasped as she guided him into her slippery hole. It was tight. She
put two fingers in his mouth and slowly fucked him, reaching back and
caressing his scrotum. He sucked her fingers, his eyes closed, his cock
sliding in and out of her, his hands going to her hips. She fucked him
faster, panting, and he felt a spasm in her slimehole. Billy ejaculated,
and Sarah squealed, coming.
She squatted over his face and stuck two fingers in her hole, then
dribbled the semen into the boy's mouth. Sarah climbed out of bed then,
and Billy felt violated, raped.
She went to the closet and returned with a tube of KY jelly. Strapped to
her narrow hips was a pink dildo, not very thick but over nine inches
long. Sarah stroked it, standing by the edge of the bed, her blue eyes
dripping with sickness.
"Suck my cock," she whispered. "Suck my cock, little girl." Billy
started to cry. "Come on, baby. Suck it."
Whimpering, he obeyed, tears of humiliation streaming down his cheeks.
She thrust into his mouth, not deep, not making him gag, but fucking him.
"Good girl... suck it, Billy. I'm going to fuck your butt, little girl.
I'm going to stick my nice big cock in you, you cocksucker. Suck, Billy.
Suck my cock."
She shoved it deeper, making him gag. Bawling, he ran away, and Sarah
didn't follow him, letting him escape, listening to his footfalls on the
wooden staircase.
She popped a movie into the VCR and lay back on the bed, stroking her
plastic prick.
Her friend Art had given her several tapes, but this was her favorite:
three masked men raping a seven-year-old brunette. The terrified child
screamed and struggled, passed out, recovered, bled, suffered, her tiny
holes torn by their huge penises, her little body jerking frantically as
they sandwiched her. Afterwards the violated child displayed the damage,
in agony but with a frozen smile, slick with come.
Sarah removed her dildo and masturbated, replaying the tape several
times and bringing herself to orgasm again and again until exhausted.
As an adolescent she had been scrawny and strange, friendless like
Billy. She played with herself almost perpetually, her fantasies turning
weird when she was almost fourteen and started torturing animals.
Mutilating a dog in the dense woods behind her parents' house, her hand
up her skirt, stroking her slit, she was surprised by a young black man,
the gardener at a neighbor's house. She ran, but Randy tackled her.
He raped her for what must have been hours, the dog whining in the
distance, and she _loved_ it, especially in her asshole. She met him and
his friends almost every day, got high, got gang-banged, got pregnant,
got abortions, got AIDS. She seduced her father and entered a prolonged
period of insatiable nymphomania.
When she was sixteen, Sarah met Art and discovered girls. The local
Holiday Inn let people who weren't staying there use the pool, and it
was one of Sarah's favorite hunting grounds. Showing off her titless,
sexy, slightly athletic body, she could often find two or even three men
a night before the pool closed. Art was thirty-seven, a traveling salesman.
He took pictures of her, and Sarah got into it, spending two days in his
hotel room, the bed decorated with stuffed animals, sticking bananas in
her holes and sucking his cock. She played toilet for the first time,
and the images turned out beautiful and turned her on. He pissed in her
cunt and asshole, too, and Sarah fell in love.
Art showed her some of the other pictures on his laptop. He didn't tell
her that he had taken them until he saw that they aroused her. They were
of prepubescent girls, pretty, defenseless children being treated like
the objects that they were to Art - and to Sarah. There were three of
them, a nine-year-old blonde, an eleven-year-old brunette, and the
seven-year-old in her favorite movie.
When she wasn't freaked out, Art decrypted another folder and showed her
the slide show that changed her forever. Sarah stared at the slowly
changing images of their pitiful little bodies being sliced up with a
box cutter, their slender throats slit with razors, their dead eyes,
their tortured faces splattered with semen.
She was terrified and terrifyingly turned on. The little blonde's
perineum was cut away, and a hand stuffed into the gory hole. The
eleven-year-old was completely gutted. The brunette from the movie was
hung after her arms were amputated.
Sarah's orgasm was breathtaking, beyond belief. Barely touching her
drooling slit, she almost blacked out as her twat twitched and her whole
body floundered in a wave of horror and sexual bliss. Art had found his
first female assistant.
The house where he took the kidnapped girls was in the Catskills, near
Phoenicia. It was utterly isolated, and the room where Art and his
friends snuffed the children was soundproof. Art gave Sarah a car, an
old Escort, and the teenager started searching for a young blonde. Every
day after school, Sarah drove around Westchester looking for a pretty
child. It took her only two weeks to find Tina.
She was supposed to get her to get in the car and give her a Snapple
laced with sedatives right away, but Sarah wanted to toy with her a
little. Tina was ten years old and exquisite, with rosy skin and pale
blue eyes, long, straight, white gold hair and bangs. She was thin but
muscular, graceful. Tina wasn't supposed to get into cars with
strangers, of course, but felt safe with the sweet sixteen-year-old.
Sarah asked if she had a boyfriend and pretended to drive her home,
following her directions. She'd been swimming at the Y. No, she didn't
have a boyfriend! She sipped the Snapple and passed out.
Jack and Larry, Art's friends, fucked Sarah while Tina slept. Art put
the car in the garage, where it would stay until he could figure out
what to do with it, and shortly after midnight their prisoner came to
and the three men started raping her. They shot her full of cocaine and
went at it all night, until the ten-year-old was delirious. Sarah sucked
the come from the child's holes and was soon floating in a masturbatory
trance, watching Tina's desperate body jerk and vomit, pee and shudder
and bleed.
They slept, and the next day they took pictures of their prisoner,
forcing her to pose like a whore. The men held her while Sarah whipped
her. Then they raped her again, again and again. By the time they were
ready to destroy her, Tina was insane and almost silent, puking urine
and blood. She struggled a little when Art started to cut her with a
razor, then went limp. Sarah came when he slit the blonde's throat, as
addicted to snuff as she had been to sex. She felt like a goddess,
having an illusory power over life and death.
Helping them kidnap and kill changed her. Sarah's promiscuity declined,
and her schoolwork improved. She took ballet lessons and became
alluring, adult, mysterious.
She got pregnant, probably by her father, and had a miscarriage. In her
delirium, Sarah revealed her secret. Her father didn't call the police,
but threw her out of the house, afraid she would attract the police. So
Sarah became the Greenes' maid and was on her own.
Billy curled up on the leather couch in the cavernous living room, naked
and crying. He had never expected anyone to want him, his body. He
wanted to be loved, and had thought that sex and love were inextricably
intertwined.
And yet he was horny, he had liked what she did to him until she started
to say those terrible things. He was scared of her now. Scared of a
teenage girl!
Sarah descended with her strap-on attached, barefoot. He didn't hear her
coming, and squealed when she touched him, his hip. She liked Billy a
lot. He reminded her of the prettiest girl they had killed, an
eight-year-old redhead named Dawn. But he had a penis, though it was
small. Sarah was a lifetime subscriber to Penis Envy. She liked men and
needed to get fucked, but she wished she could rape little girls.
The maid sucked him off again, and Billy submitted to this distressing
pleasure. This time Sarah licked his balls, drooling, and ran her tongue
to the boy's pink bunghole. He squirmed and started to moan, and
suddenly she was probing his virgin pooper with her long middle finger.
"Get on your hands and knees," she whispered. "I need to fuck you."
Sobbing, he did as he was told, and Sarah caressed him, softly, then
showed him how to caress himself, guiding his fingertip to the tight
little opening and getting him to wiggle like a girl. She stroked his
penis and tongued his anus, then penetrated his rectum with her finger
again and held it to his lips, still fondling his butt.
Billy sucked it, whimpering, and Sarah started to lubricate his poophole
and her plastic cock. Billy's arousal deepened even as his brain
rebelled. But then he liked being under her power; she was soft,
careful, experienced. She stretched his tiny sphincter, then pushed the
tip of the slender pink dildo against the lubricated hole.
It hurt at first, then felt only nasty, hot, humiliating. She slowly
pushed deeper, and he could hear her pleasure. Sarah stared down at her
torso, at the boyish movements of her hips, at his skinny, violated
body. She thrust deeper, and Billy whined. Sarah fucked him almost
tenderly, then pulled it out and made him suck the filthy thing,
stroking his hair.
Then she had him lie on his back and caress his chest as she entered him
again, making him suck his thumb and act like a girl as she fucked his
butt. She played with his nipples and got him to suck his toes, and
Billy started trying to arouse her, licking between his toes and looking
at her sexily, pretending to be female, losing his inhibitions but also
any masculinity he might have had, letting her control him, wanting to
be hers.
Sarah began to fuck the boy with long, deep strokes, and suddenly Billy
ejaculated with a desperate groan and it was over. Shuddering, she took
the dildo off and rammed it into her cunt, fingering her clit and
writhing on the floor, gasping. She came almost immediately with a
plaintive howl, then stretched languorously and sighed, pulling the pink
plastic prick from her pussy.
Posted By Nikki
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