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 A fictional series, where I move about in astral projection, able to
witness whatever obscenity in the world I wish.
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   EPISODE 2.
   I had to verify that that first encounter was no fluke.  I mean to say,
I wanted to ascertain for sure that an 8-year-old girl sucking cock (being
`made' to suck cock) was not an outstandingly rare event.  I knew it
wasn't, really, as the news tells us all the time how rife this kind of
stuff is, although they rarely refer to such a specific act.  Newspaper
reports spare us sordid details, and it's left to our imagination for those
who care to imagine it, as to what the kiddie victims are put through. 
Well, as I said before, seeing is believing.  I no longer had to rely on
imagination, I could go and damned well WATCH some little girl get... 
whatever.
   So, I left my episode 1 girl and her two men to their crimes, and willed
myself to another example of child fellatio.  I wanted Caucasian again, as
everybody knows Asians are used all the time, especially in Asia itself. 
Same probably goes for Russians and many parts of South America.  That's
not a criticism of those parts of the world.  Enough rambling, I find
myself in a small town in Ohio, and the girl of the moment is obviously
going to be a rather pale, mousy-haired specimen that I see walking into a
scuffy sort of kitchen.  She's just been bidden in there by her
dad/step-dad (I suspect the latter).  Her whole face has a kind of
rodent-like quality, actually, pretty enough but not as pretty as girl 1.
She also looks kind of dopey and more a trailer-trash type.  Lovely fine,
thin hair to about shoulder-length, with cute centre-parting and a little
clip in one side.
   "I wanna nice quick job," he says.  He's unbuttoning his flies and
undoing his jeans belt.
   The girl mooches in there, rather like a kid walking into a school class
she doesn't particularly rave about.  There's no verbal objection, though.
It's without doubt a case of here we go again.  I have a name this time:
she's called Michonne, as I just caught him calling her in when the scene
started.  She looks a trifle older than the first one, 9 or a delicate 10.
Mind you, tens are usually pretty delicately built anyway.  She's wearing a
black and white patterned summer dress to mid-thigh length, with bare arms
and a generous amount of upper chest showing.
   His trousers now around his ankles, and his pants around his thighs, it
begins.  He's leaning back against the sturdy kitchen table, and she has to
stoop quite low to get to her task.  Yep, definitely older, I muse.  No
tits to speak of, though, it seems.  By 11 they've usually started, but
Michonne's have not; just flat pale skin beneath that dress.  What
difference is that body to a boy's, I muse, apart from the obvious bit
between her legs?  A bit of bum-tilt is maybe the only thing, but that is
exaggerated by her present penis-sucking posture.
   Said penis was not erect at first, just somewhat puffy as she takes it
in.  Ah, she's another who uses her hand on the base.  She establishes a
tentative rhythm but demonstrates a very good lip-seal, and within 30
seconds he has fully stiffened, the effort on Michonne's face changing
accordingly.  He soon starts breathing deeply and slowly, tilting his head
back, and almost nonchalantly resting his arms out on the table.  His
underage fellator is making quiet smacking and popping sounds with her
mouth now - yay that I now have sound : - ) - as automatic consequence of
her efforts rather than deliberate I think.  I can see the movement of his
foreskin, the pleasure it gives him palpable on his face.
   She comes off with a cough.  He looks down, but she speaks first, a bit
whiny: "Don't thrust."
   "Okay, okay, get back on."
   The same pace is established again, and his sighs are louder.  After a
bit he brings his hands to her head, smoothing her hair all around her
skull, but riding with her bobbing rather than causing it.
   "Yeah, that's it...  yeah..."
   She has the dour look of those in slavery, but seems to respond to his
pleasure, attempting to refine her technique further.  She adjusts her
mouth angle sometimes, and slips off with a plop before going on again. 
She seems to have a good set of teeth, which is more evidence for her being
over 8 years old, but it also suggests her skill.  There's no coaching in
`mind the teeth', unless he doesn't mind a scrape of two perhaps.  His
fingers now slip inside her hair, taking up a bit of a grip.  She retracts
again, and he allows it.
   "Achh!  Ac-ca!" A little grimace of dismay.
   "Okay, back on when you're ready."
   My God, his cock is standing proud, hard and thick now.  On a close-up
look, it's as if it has a mind of its own, craving the suck of girl-child.
A primeval lust, separate and thereby blameless from any conscious
morality. On zooming out, however, the ruthless desire set in the man's
face declares the control of brain.  I'm not sure which explanation is
hotter.  I'll go for `conscious' control, with the implication of all the
wanton selection of a child for this intimate sex act.
   "Are you doin' it in my mouth this time?" she asks.  At this moment, I
feel the most pathos so far: the reedy tone of her voice.
   "I dunno yet," he says.  "Come on."
   She goes back on, just a hint of petulance in her expression, but he was
drawing her head back in anyway.  She re-establishes rhythm and seal on the
top 2 inches of his shaft, but from now on his hands are more active in
setting the pace.  Now and then he lets go, as if testing her independence
in the pace he set.  He slips his fingers under her ears and flicks up her
hair from her shoulders, in an almost innocent affection at odds with the
carnality of the scene.  She's noisier than ever with her saliva and lips,
until suddenly he takes a grip again and slows her right down.
   He breathes very deep.  "Okay...  as much as you can," he hisses.
   She expands her jaws for still greater seal, and clearly endeavours to
go down as low on his shaft as she can manage, bordering on her gag reflex.
Her eyes wince, but there's a concentration and willingness of sorts.  This
slow-depth phase lasts only about 30 seconds, and maybe 10 strokes, and he
seems to have the self-discipline to let her do it herself.  His hands are
mainly just enjoying the texture of her hair, and the smallness of her
mousy head.  Then, all of a sudden his grunting is declaring the obvious.
He clutches her in place, his groin making repetitive little jolts at her.
   "Yeah, yeah," he hisses.  "Swallow...  swallow."
   Her faces takes on a red hue, all the more striking because she's been
consistently pale so far.  There are gagging noises, muffled by the length
in her mouth.  At the obvious signs of struggle from her, he lets go.  She
comes off in a crescendo of retching.  Some clearly did go down, but
everything but the initial spurts she attempts to spit out.  I see a last
good arc of splash her face, followed by a smaller one which just about
connects on her chin, whilst she slobbers out a thick torrent.
   "Hand!" he gasps.
   In a clear reminder of previous lessons, she cups her hand to receive
what she expels.  It oozes with obscene slowness into her little palm, and
takes several attempts before there is a sense of completion to her
`ordeal'.
   In truth, I wouldn't call it that.  She's distressed - a bit - but
certainly not `shocked'.  I wonder what age she started.  Is it possible to
gauge it?  Probably not.  Anything between toddlerhood and about a few
months ago, possibly.  I can't even tell if he is her father or just
live-in boyfriend of mother, wherever she is right now.  I could find out
eventually.  For now, I just want to stay to see the clean-up.
   He is more detached and taciturn now, putting his pants and trousers
back on.  He touches her fabric at her chest, by way of inspection.  "Um,
that's ok."
   I get a little kick of the fact he then uses the very phrase I was
thinking: "Go and get cleaned up.  Remember, I don't wanna smell it on your
breath."
   She ambles out passively, with little twitches of her mouth and nose.
   Actually - long story short - I did linger in the house, and
investigated her age, finally seeing it on a schoolbook.  She's 10.  So
they are indeed still all-child at that age, exquisite of body yet
noticeably more mature of mind.  I also saw her surname and their address,
but I'm not divulging it.  No intention of rescuing that little bitch.  I
mean big deal, she sucks cock.
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   Where to next, I wonder?
   ep1968@hotmail.co.uk 
  
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