Subject: Up for Days
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Author: <virtualita@hushmail.com>
Posted By: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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It was the late 90's. A typically warm, sunny day in the heart of Silicone
Valley. I was a young cyber-debutante /musician existing amongst the throes of
dot com'ers. That day was exceptionally vivid as I recall locking my car door
and casually sauntering towards the dilapidated old apartment complex. I had
been chatting with this woman named "Kim" online and was about to meet her for
the first time.
Native born, I stood an average height, lean with a full mop of shiny black
hair, bangs in my face mirroring the alt/rock Seattle grunge music scene that
would soon be fading. Being in a rock group empowered my natural charisma, and
when combined with bad boy good looks it became a virtual magnet for scoring the
teen babes and their mothers. I was a beta tester of the now infamous controlled
substance called Crystal Meth. Thankfully I was able to discontinue my use of
this drug when my experimental partying phase of my youth ended.
Back to the story..... It was a weekend, so on this particular day I was
partying. As I approached the building I did some stealth self-checks of my
nasal passages for any potential visible trace residues of the "rip" that a
girlfriend kicked me down that morning. I always made a conscious effort to keep
in check any behavior typically associated with being "wired" because law
enforcement was eager to spot and interrogate anyone they may allege suspicious.
Unlike most tweakers, I kept my use of a controlled substance in moderation
according to the unwritten outlaw pharmaceutical user guide for recreational
self-medication.
Walking faster I could feel a rush coming on as if I was levitating; my every
sense was on full alert. Every stride I took seemed to somehow stimulate the
underside sensitive head of my cock, its firmness growing visible in the leg of
my black khaki type shorts that I wore low on my hip displaying a partial view
of the tribal tattoo extending below my navel. Being it was summer, I was
wearing an imported line tank top allowing freedom of movement, and its scant
cut complimented the toned features of my upper torso and arms.
I spotted the apt where Kim lived and as I approached I noticed the face of a
child peering out the front window. "Aww shit" I thought to myself "this sucks -
she never mentioned having any kids to me". Being the considerate type I didn't
want to bail out on this woman without at least a "hello". Arriving at her
doorstep I gave a polite knock on the weathered door. It was promptly opened.
There stood before me a woman who looked to be in her early thirties, average
looking, thin and petite, not ugly but certainly not stunning.
After introducing herself as Kim, she nervously invited me inside. Once in, I
removed my shades and gave her a warm but reserved greeting after assessing her
looks to be slightly above mediocre. As my eyes adjusted to the indoor dimness
my cock gave a twitch when I observed the rather vulgar yet sexy camel toe
between her legs wedging a puffy bulge through the thin tight fabric of her mini
cotton shorts. I admired the deep crevice as it snaked up in between her firm,
shapely buttocks.
Being a camel-toe lover I had to appreciate the contours and definition
displayed on this one. Despite the temptation I was still resolved to try and
maintain my standard of quality over quantity. I contemplated on executing a
courteous exit, but during the course of small talk she divulged something that
signaled me to stick around a little longer. She claimed to have a connection to
"the kind", the coveted glasslike pure ether based crystal meth with legs that
will keep you up for days on just one line. She said it was available to her at
that moment. All she needed was someone to stay with her kids while she went to
score it. Her extreme generosity at offering to pay for it all including sharing
it with me for free was an indication that she wanted me to stay around for some
fun. Well she looked do-able; and I had a strong desire to unload, and free
crank? "What the fuck?" I reasoned to myself. A horny sugar mama could bring
some benefits. One never knows what perks may be hidden.
After agreeing to babysit Kim's children while she scored us a bag, I took a
moment to survey my surroundings while Kim prepared to leave. The unit appeared
to be a 1-bedroom 1-bath type with a small kitchen. It was dimly lit, but the
glow emitting from the console TV which her 2 kids were glued to was bright
enough for me to determine that although poor and into drugs, this mother was
capable of keeping her home clean. After a while Kim reappeared dressed in some
loose fit jeans and half shirt. She explained that her "connection" persistently
hits on her so she didn't want to encourage him by wearing anything sexy. After
briefing me on where some snacks were for the kids and myself, she left while
reminding me to be patient because she was using the Public Transit to get there
and back.
Once she was gone, I felt somewhat awkward at first being that I had no prior
experience overseeing children, but the fixation the 2 kids had for the TV
helped fill the void allowing me to be more at ease. I noticed a small cluster
of magazines in a rack next to a recliner so I got up and sat in it, kicking the
foot rest up into the recline position for comfortable reading.
I thumbed through the cluster of mostly fashion magazines and was surprised to
find an adult type magazine amongst the collection. It was just a simple budget
press kind found at news stands and contained mainly ads from local singles and
couples with pictures looking to meet for casual sex. I began to flip through
the pages engrossed with all the ads for people wanting sex.
Suddenly I heard a little noise come from the direction of where the 2 kids were
sitting on the floor. I looked up from my reading to find a curious display
unfolding before me. The little girl was sitting on the carpeted floor, her
knees drawn up and arms wrapped around her little legs in a defensive position.
She was clutching the hem of her short summer dress and pulling it down in an
effort to protect her privates from being prodded by a pencil that older brother
was wielding.
My first reaction upon witnessing this behavior was to ask the boy to refrain
from assaulting his little sister. He obeyed and returned to watching TV.
Baffled somewhat by this behavior, I began to wonder if this was typical of kids
growing up. Not having an answer, I resumed my reading. After a while, I looked
up to find the boy again with pencil in hand lying on his back attempting to
peer under the little girl's dress, wearing an evil grin and snickering. Again I
asked him to stop but this time he didn't listen; instead he appeared to become
even more aggressive.
Realizing my failure at presenting myself as a convincing parental figure I
resorted to diversion tactics by inviting both children to come with me to the
kitchen for some ice cream. This proved successful at getting the boy to finally
stop with his devious play. Well as you can guess this was only a temporary fix,
and upon our return to the living room the boy once again resumed his behavior.
I tried various ways to control the little devil. I tried everything from
threatening to tell his mother about his behavior to attempts at reasoning with
him about the proper behavior of a male. He persisted in ignoring everything I
said.
I noticed that the little girl was quite a trooper through it all. She would
quietly fend him off as best as she could without anger. I felt a desire to
protect her from this demon sibling of hers. I informed her that if she wanted
she could share the recliner with me to get away from the line of sight her
brother had fixed upon her. I suggested that she could amuse herself with some
pencils and her sketchpad. She promptly accepted the offer, so I scooted over
enabling us both to sit in the reclined position as she doodled on her pad. This
appeared to be a promising fix to the dilemma, or so it seemed.
It was about this time that I began to take notice of the physical features that
this little girl possessed. She appeared to be about 5 or 6 years of age, petite
and slender with no hips or chest, but her natural posture pushed her little
butt out revealing its rounded shape. Her burgundy-red hair was up in two little
ponytails with long strands framing her fair skin face. I noticed she had a
cute, upturned nose accenting a somewhat pout-ish looking mouth that would
occasionally flash her retainer when she spoke.
As I was fumbling around in an effort to swap the adult magazine for something
more appropriate, my focus was strangely unable to resist peeking at the tiny
set of legs stretched out beside me. Meanwhile the little tot appeared to be
engrossed with her drawing, as she lay extended with her sketchpad positioned on
the recliner's armrest. My conscience began to grapple with undeniable feelings
of sexual arousal when I noticed that her short cotton summer dress had
innocently hiked up to reveal the worn-out faded panties she was wearing. The
tattered cloth was ripped and torn with a couple of large holes that obscenely
displayed portions of the child's hairless, puffy sex.
As the young thing adjusted her legs for optimal comfort, I realized I had a
visual on the target entry points to her brother's obsession. I recall wondering
why Kim didn't provide her daughter some new underwear. The deviant side of me
was rather glad she didn't. It was then that I was forced to come to terms with
myself. I faced the realization that because of my thrill-seeker nature and
anti-society attitude, I was already pushing the legal and ethic envelope by
dating 15 and 16-year-old girls. It wasn't all my doing. These girls chose to
pursue me as their lover and even lied about their age, as in the case of a 12-
year-old whose true age was divulged to me after I had her in my bed. My failure
was my lack of exercising restraint in the face of temptation.
I was able find some justification knowing that I provided them with sensitive
and satisfying pleasure far exceeding the boys their age. I showed them how to
achieve orgasm for themselves and how not to simply be a vehicle for male
pleasure. My popularity with the young and wild babes made me the envy or icon
of my male peers.
Unable to resist I stole another glance at the prepubescent stretched out beside
me unknowingly exposing her privates. Society would deem this inappropriate. On
the other hand, the actions perpetrated by her brother when attempting to
penetrate her with a pencil is far less appropriate. I wondered if it was
possible for a child of her age to experience sexual pleasure. Why was her
brother so fixated on her privates?
While processing these thoughts, my cock on its own accord engorged itself with
blood, thickening to a somewhat uncomfortable tube-steak size, fat and rock
hard. I attempted to adjust it so that it wouldn't be so obviously displayed
under the fabric of my shorts while draping the magazine I was reading over my
lap for concealment. In doing so I didn't realize that the magazine was open to
a full two-page photo spread featuring the fully nude swinger couple of the
month.
Before I could flip it shut a loud snicker emitted from the little demon of a
brother. Too late -he'd already seen. Trying to regain my composure I calmly
removed the magazine off of my lap and placed it back in the rack beside me.
Without a magazine for cover, my erection was exposed. Its girth and length
formed an obscene bulge. Like a fat salami it lay atop my legs that I held
pinched together so as to enable the little girl enough room to share the
recliner with me.
This also did not go unnoticed by the little brat boy as he proceeded
to bob up and down from a kneeling position on the carpeted floor a
couple feet away, pointing his finger towards my crotch while giggling and
taunting "oooooo, I see that, oooooo, you can't hide it!"
I quickly glanced at the little girl next to me to gauge her reaction and
noticed her eyes were fixed on my bulge staring at it in a curiously studious
way. All of a sudden she spoke; "Tommy, stop saying dat, dat's not nice...stop
it....pulleeeez" she said in an effort to come to my defense. I remember
thinking to myself how cute and sweet this child was.
I took the opportunity to give her little leg a squeeze to signal my
appreciation for her boldness. As I did I fought the impulse to caress the baby
soft skin of her inner thighs leading up to the hole-ridden panties which I
noticed had begun to wedge itself a deep crevice through the hairless slit of
her tiny folds. She must have picked up on my focus of attention, because in a
typical shy, childlike manner, she attempted to sit more ladylike while tugging
at her dress to cover herself. At that point I refrained from emitting any more
signals that may cause her to feel self-conscious.
I decided to ask these two children if they had a father. I began by simply
asking "So where's your Dad?"
After some silence the girl somewhat timidly replied "He's gone away for now" to
which her brother loudly added "He'll be back, mom talks to him. She told me
so," and then he proceeded to play with a plastic toy pistol, brandishing it in
mock combat as he leaped around the room stir-crazy from boredom.
"Shit," I thought to myself, "I hope he will burn out and settle down soon." I
glanced at his little sister to ask her if he's always this active, but I was
suddenly jarred by a dull impact upon my crotch. Startled, I instinctively
placed both of my hands over my crotch as a defensive reflex. To my lower left I
spotted the demon brother in a crouch attempting to hide, unable to contain his
giggling mischievous glee.
Springing up, he launched himself at me again, aiming for my lap. Gripping his
plastic toy pistol with both hands he thrust towards my crotch. In that instant
I understood that this boy was simply using this pseudo-violent method of play
to mask his real agenda, which was to touch my penis. Ironically the boy's
fixation on his sister's privates was diverted to mine. It then occurred to me
that I should simply play along with the boy and allow him to feel in command.
Being that his body weight was that of a child, it was unlikely that he could be
capable of physically hurting me even if he intended to.
Hurting me clearly was not his goal as he made every effort to execute a soft
landing upon my loins and then quickly push himself off while placing his hands
on my cock. I chose a passive role and pretended to be engrossed with reading a
magazine and feigned surprise and helplessness at the boy's every assault and
retreat. He delighted in becoming bolder and more deliberate at fondling my
tool. Then something happened that I never dreamed could stimulate me with such
intensity.
First I heard the little girl's tiny voice of protest saying "Don't you do dat
anymore Tommy, I wont let you." Then I felt her tiny set of hands placed upon my
cock as if to innocently shield or protect it from what she perceived as hurtful
attacks by her older sibling.
My senses were at overload and my sex drive chemically enhanced. More blood
surged into my cock causing it to twitch and jerk violently under her tiny hand.
With a puzzled expression on her face she began a closer inspection of the
throbbing member which appeared to have a life of its own.
Gritting my teeth, I let out a low moan. With a look of sincere innocence and
one hand covering her mouth, she whispered "oopsie, I think I made your thingie
wake up. Will it hafta pee icky milk now?" Given my state of arousal, I could
only respond with a weak smile as I struggled with maintaining control.
The little girl decided to continue with her investigation to determine if my
thingie already made its milk. She maneuvered herself on the recliner into a
kneeling position. Then with one hand still clutching my cock to help keep her
balanced, she proceeded to lean precariously forward levering her head low
enough to peer up the open pant leg of my shorts to check for milk. In this
position her dress hiked completely up, exposing her tiny ass and hole-ridden
panties that had managed to completely become misaligned to one side partially
imbedding the elastic between her hairless, puffy folds.
The fabric stretched obscenely (like a Melvin), jamming itself up between the
crack of her tiny ass cheeks. I detected a faint brown skid-mark, barely
visible, as the cloth strung itself like a thong, partially revealing her
puckered pink asshole as it threatened to gape due to the extreme angle in which
she positioned her body. This was all too much for me.
With a stifled "uuunnghhh" I unleashed unloading a scalding rope of sperm so
thick that it flared my dilated piss hole as the torrent of liquid ejected from
the swollen head. The hot deluge of my first shot blasted square in the face of
the exploring little girl as she was peeking up the pant leg of my shorts.
Startled, she recoiled while tightening her grip on my cock to secure her
balance as she struggled to rise from her awkward bent position. The clutching
grip of her tiny hand triggered yet another thick long rope of my milk to burst
forth and splatter onto the dark carpeted floor.
Not wanting the extremely intense experience to end I clamped my hand over the
little girl's hand and squeezed-forcing her to finish me off as my pulsating
thick rod spewed the remainder of my huge load onto the drenched carpet, its
oozing trail trickling out from the bottom of my shorts' pant leg to pool on the
vinyl upholstered recliner.
Spent, I suddenly returned to my senses in a bit of a panic. I glanced over at
the boy who appeared to be in somewhat of a trance as he sat perched near the
semen-drenched carpet, wide-eyed and mouth open in awe as he surveyed the
aftermath of my explosive release. I braced myself as I saw his face transform
into a wicked sneer, a prelude to the hyena like taunting laughter typical of a
naughty boy his age.
Switching my focus upon the little girl still sitting beside me, I ordered the
boy to go look for a clean towel, which to my surprise he obeyed. My initial
assessment of the little girl's state of mind and body elicited mixed feelings
of guilt, sexual arousal and concern. Tender affection flooded me, overriding
all other emotions as I caught a glimpse of her bottom lip trembling while she
attempted to wipe my semen from her eyes using the bottom hem part of her short
dress. She was again unavoidably exposing herself as she rested on her heels,
her spread knees digging into the cushioned seat of the recliner.
I tore my attention from her momentarily to grab the towel from the outstretched
hand of the boy, who had returned. As I thanked him he blurted out, "Hey you,
you should do that again" in almost a demanding tone.
Thinking quickly I saw an opportunity to possibly be rid of him for a while.
Mustering my most convincing tone I promised him a repeat performance with the
added bonus of including his personal participation so I can show him some fun
secrets, but I added "only if he would promise to keep quiet about everything."
He promptly interjected stating "I already know all that." Although I was
tempted to ask how he knew to do this I refrained from doing so. I still
couldn't help but be concerned about the consequences to all this.
At this point my little head took command. I asked the boy to do one more thing
for me. It was to promise me he would behave and stay put in front of the TV for
awhile so I could take his little sister into the bathroom to wash up. He
reluctantly obliged after I convinced him he would be rewarded in the end.
I gently bundled the little cum-splattered girl up in the towel and whisked her
into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I dampened a corner of the towel
using water from the bathtub spigot and proceeded to softly wipe clean her
pouting, angelic face.
I sat down on the closed lid of the toilet facing her as I whispered "I'm sorry
if I hurt you, .. you just made me feel so good I couldn't stop my milk" - to
which she replied with a soft, squeaky voice "It didn't hurt , I jus got
scawred. Your thingie's milk was hot like fire, 'n… got in my eye" and then she
added, "But now it's OK."
I gently took her face into my hands and asked her if I could check her eyes to
make sure she's OK. Smiling shyly, she offered her face to me, opening her eyes
wide. I peered deep into her clear, pure green eyes and blew a playful puff of
air directly at her fluttering eyelash, which made her giggle.
Unable to resist her sweet flesh I drew her into my arms and lovingly kissed her
soft, pouty lips. I kissed her deeply, my tongue sensually invading her
inexperienced mouth as I awakened a hidden desire within her. Navigating around
her retainer, I intertwined with her passive tongue. She tasted so fresh and
thrilling as I felt her body tremble with excitement. I withdrew my mouth from
hers for a brief moment to look at her face. I admired her flawless beauty, as
she remained frozen in our kissing pose with eyes shut, her head cocked and lips
parted in a dreamy smile.
Opening my legs wide, I pulled her back into my embrace. Kissing her
passionately I slipped my hand under her dress to knead her firm tiny ass
engulfing it entirely in one hand. I slipped my other hand under her dress and
used both hands to cup the child's ass cheeks, pulling her even closer.
Crazy with lust, I obscenely pried her firm, rounded buns apart. I didn't
foresee spreading them this wide apart would result in her little puckered
rosebud opening and expelling gas with a dainty, odorless fart. The involuntary
fart amused the little angel, so even as our mouths were locked together in a
kiss she burst into laughter as any normal child would.
I reveled in her laughter as it reverberated through my body, her lungs pushing
sound and air into mine as we remained locked in our kiss with her miniature
frame welded to me. Slipping my hands underneath the elastic waistband of her
worn panties and I pushed them down off her little butt, dropping them to her
ankles enabling her to instinctively step out of them. Her face was full of
wonder as she somehow knew to raise her arms on her own accord so that I may
lift her flimsy little dress up and off of her body with one fluid motion. Now
she stood naked shivering with anticipation, her sweet, tender and pure
prepubescent pale body hairless and smooth.
I arose from my sitting position on the toilet lid to stand towering over her as
I removed my tank top. The little naked girl's attention seemed drawn to my
tribal tattoo as she reached out to touch it with her finger following the trail
of ink as it disappeared under my khaki's riding low on my hip.
My cock was again primed as it strained to be released from the confines of my
shorts. The stimulation I derived by administering such acts of intimacy upon
this little girl required effort to avoid premature ejaculation, a condition I
thought I conquered when I was an early teen.
Ignoring the discomfort of my aching, throbbing member, my only desire was to
pleasure this goddess of a child. Without warning I swiftly lifted the girl up
and planted her naked butt upon the white simulated marble countertop of the
mirrored bathroom vanity. I then asked her to carefully stand up on the
countertop and face me.
With my help in steadying her she now stood elevated upon the bathroom sink
countertop/vanity looking down on me. I gently prodded her legs apart stooping
to bury my face in the plump hairless folds of her underdeveloped sex positioned
at chest level before me. The young thing let out a squeal followed by a series
of giggles as she pat the top of my head playfully. Using my tongue skills, I
swabbed her little slit eventually coaxing her tiny hidden clit to harden. The
girl became quiet with the exception of a few grunts and random soft moans as I
concentrated on stimulating her mini clit. Noticing the large mirrored wall
which was positioned directly behind her, I grasped both of her butt cheeks and
parted them wide enabling me to clearly see in detail the mirrored image of her
tiny gaping asshole being vulgarly displayed as I tongue fucked her.
I spotted a pump-style soap dispenser within arm's reach, so I smoothly applied
a squirt of liquid soap to my index finger and gingerly inserted it knuckle deep
into her winking butt hole. With a small voice she exclaimed, "I feel I hafta
poo."
I softly reassured her that it was ok, and she could even pretend like she was
going poo, because going poo feels good and I don't mind if her poo came out. So
with my finger penetrating her little sphincter I resumed my tongue assault on
her noticeably-aroused clit. I could feel the powerful contractions of her anus
as they became more frequent, clenching and unclenching on my finger like a
vise.
Trapping her engorged clit between my pursed lips I vibrated it, flicking it
rapidly with hummingbird strokes. All of a sudden she let out a muffled wail
"ooiiooeeeumphuhh" and I felt her legs buckle and her tummy ripple as she ground
her spasming crotch into my face.
With her fists clenched gripping my hair, her brain sought to process these new
sensations. I sensed her body recoil and stiffen as she prepared to peak on the
final wave that was about to rip through her delicate frame. Gasping and
babbling baby talk incoherently she convulsed against my vibrating tongue. I
pulled my imbedded finger from her clenching ass and her tiny body let go,
discharging a burst of air from her unplugged asshole powerful enough to
splatter a few specs of fecal matter on the vanity mirror.
The pungent scent of little-girl poo filled the room and the distinct taste of
urine was in my mouth. It was apparent that her release also encompassed her
body fluids. I realized the little girl was struggling with her emotions,
confused and on the verge of crying. Reaching up I gathered her into my arms.
Locking her legs around my waist with her arms around my neck she clung to me as
I held her tight. I assured her that she didn't do anything wrong or bad. I
kissed her cheek and whispered into her ear how beautiful she was.
After a moment or two I gently set the child down, leaving her standing naked
and soiled on the bathroom floor. I chuckled as I pointed to the stream of urine
running down her leg and then to the speckled mirror and said "It feels real
good to tinkle and poo sometimes huh?" She blushed and nodded her head in
agreement. I tickled her ribs and she responded with a giggle.
At this point I was a little concerned about the time, but by my calculations it
still seemed safe. I understood how drug deals worked and figured it always took
longer than anticipated. Then there was a bang on the bathroom door and I heard
the little boy whine something about what's taking so long.
Opening up the door I told the boy that his little sister had pooed herself and
needed a bath. He caught a whiff of the faint odor and when he saw her
immediately began to mock her. I told him to be quiet as I started to run the
bath water to fill the tub. The little boy quickly retorted with "What 'bout
what you promised? liar, liar."
I said, "OK, but everything has to be a secret, and if you tell anyone about it
I won't ever come back to visit you."
The boy answered "I don't tell nuthin'." Looking over at his little naked sister
who stood with her hands covering her sex, he sneered, "she won't tell too," to
which she shook her head in dumb agreement.
I instructed the boy to go into the kitchen and fetch the bottle of dish soap.
Picking the little girl up, I lifted her into the tub as it was filling with
water. When the boy returned, I squirted some dish soap into the tub and watched
the little girl's face light up as the bubbles appeared.
Looking at the boy I said, "Okay we need to both be naked."
I dropped my shorts. The little boy balked, standing wide-eyed watching my
swaying cock as I climbed into the bath and sat down. I twisted around to shut
off the flow of water as the boy stripped naked and jumped into the bath to sit
behind his little sister, legs straddling her sides.
I maneuvered the little girl around to sit with her tiny butt up against my
rapidly re-hardening cock as I went through the motions of washing her body
clean. The boy began splashing about, but then decided to focus his attention on
jammin' his foot up underneath his sister's crotch laughing and chanting, "I'll
kick your butt."
I lifted her up to escape his prodding foot, but by doing so I enabled his foot
to plant itself directly on my now erect cock. Realizing what his foot was
pressing on, he became serious and remarked "mine's gonna be just as big" in a
matter of fact tone.
I responded with "Let's have a look and I'll tell you if so."
The boy suddenly got fidgety and said "no you'll just make fun of me."
Acting nonchalantly, I reassured him I already caught a glimpse of it and in my
opinion his was gonna grow even bigger than mine. The boy reacted with renewed
vigor and commenced with fondling himself and showing off his little hardon to
me and to his little sister, who appeared somewhat unimpressed.
My own cock was fully erect at this point, fat and in danger of unloading at the
slightest touch. I told the boy that I was ready to play as promised. Giggling,
he stood up as I scooped his tiny sister into my arms and stepped out of the
tub. Dripping wet, I positioned myself to stand facing the vanity mirror with
the girl's arms wrapped around my neck, her legs wrapped around my waist
clutching me in an embrace as my hands cupped her ass cheeks to support her
feather-like weight.
I could see her puckered asshole clearly in the mirror's reflection. Her older
brother obviously was captivated by the erotic display also as he stood wet and
gawking at my massive erect cock poised for penetration, slapping gently against
his younger sister's glistening small buttocks. I snapped him from his gaze by
ordering him to squirt some lotion in his hand and apply it to my thingie.
He did what I asked with obvious naughty excitement as he awkwardly rubbed a
handful of the greasy stuff thoroughly on my throbbing member. My organ was too
thick for the boy to wrap his fist around, so using both hands he began to pump
my rod in a novice fashion. I almost spewed my load when he reached under and
fingered my asshole, so I huskily prompted him to stop. Knowing he had
discovered a way to control me, he defiantly continued to squeeze and stroke me.
Suddenly I felt his warm mouth engulf my bloated cock head, and I had to twist
my body away violently to avoid erupting. Panting, I told the giggling kid to
wait a minute as he stared proudly at the clear, seeping precum that he
triggered as it ran dripping down the length of my rod. I told the little boy
that he could help me try to insert the swollen oozing tip of my thingie into
his sister's butt hole.
With mischievous glee, he firmly gripped the length of my cock with both hands
and pressed its fat cum-coated head against the girl's exposed anus. I whispered
in the little girl's ear instructing her to pretend like she was going poo. I
felt her body comply as her brother pushed with more force.
"I can make it go in!" he declared. I felt something give and then the bulbous
lubricated head of my cock was engulfed within the tightest clenching ring of
flesh known to a man. The tiny girl gave a stuttered cry of pain as my pulsating
knob of flesh lodged itself in her poop chute, stretching it to its limit. I
soothed her with my voice and softly kissed her neck enabling her to relax and
adjust to being penetrated by such girth.
There I stood in the bathroom, stimulated to the extreme, both mentally and
physically. After being up for days partying on meth, the scenario that was
lewdly being displayed in the mirror before me was indescribably erotic. With
awe I studied the nude child that I held ffortlessly suspended in mid-air, legs
wrapped about my waist her arms flung around my neck. I admired the flawless
contours of her tiny ass, as it was obscenely impaled on my monster erection,
its circumference as thick as the girl's own arms. I could feel her anal cavity
clench and unclench. The graphic display in the mirror was more than I could
take, so I shakily ordered the little boy to resume squeezing and stroking my
rock hard shaft.
It was obvious that the girl's butt hole would not accommodate any more of my
cock inside her without risk of injury. The eager boy proceeded to squeeze &
fondle my swollen rigid shaft as its head remained imbedded within the powerful
grip of his younger sibling's rectal orifice. Then the boy fingered my asshole
and I felt my whole body go rigid. Every bit of my life force surge to the base
of my cock.
Drug-induced tension and taboo lust overtook me, filling the capillaries of my
engorged, constricted shaft. The tight ring formed by the tiny girl's clenching
anus served to delay my release further until the bottlenecked pressure became
too great, forcing her tight anal cavity ring to dilate, allowing me to inject a
screaming, powerfully-compressed discharge of searing lava into the little
child's bowels. The sheer volume of my ejecting semen pried her anal ring apart,
flooding her insides with my sperm until it breached the seal of her clenching
sphincter to bubble and leak onto the pumping hand of her older sibling.
"Wowee, it's soo much" the boy hissed reveling in the sticky lather of cum
drenching his pistoning hands as it foamed and squished in his grip. I could
swear I detected the pharmaceutical scent of my drug binge wafting in the air
from my saturated release.
My knees buckled as my body continued to spew torrents of scalding semen,
creating a powerful vacuum of pressure within the girl's anal cavity. A moment
later the collected pressure inside her hole literally blew my cock head out
from the gripping seal of her powerful sphincter. Still grasping my freed rod,
the boy watched devilishly as it ejected one last thick rope of sperm from its
shit-speckled cock head splattering his chest with my opaque jism.
Depleted, still clutching the girl's ass with her body glued to mine; I slumped
against the vanity to steady myself as I blacked out for a second from the
intensity. To the devious boy's delight, the gaping hole of his little sister's
reamed-out rectum expelled a loud, wet, farting vacuum of steaming fecal-tinted
semen. Its odor was sweetish and unlike any other scent.
I caught the boy wrinkling his nose, but before he could launch his verbal
assault I clamped my hand over his bratty mouth, giving him a stern look to stop
him from upsetting the precarious state of his little sister. I sent him away to
fetch us some clean towels and took the opportunity to lovingly kiss and
reassure the little girl of her angelic status.
By the time her brother returned with the towels she was radiating with
curiosity and pride in her new-found sexiness. She insisted on a close
examination of my cock, during which I observed her hand between her legs,
subconsciously rubbing her discovery zone of awakening pleasure.
I soon came to learn that the father to these 2 children was serving a lengthy
drug prison sentence and that he was sexually interacting with the 2 of them
prior to his incarceration. I never really knew what Kim's (the mother) position
on the issue was. I did know that she recognized her little daughter's ttachment
to me and even encouraged it. I made certain she was well-satisfied sexually -
so maybe this is why she always wanted me around to watch her kids for her,
whatever. Maybe that's another story. In time my lovely preteen lover developed
into a sexy little rocker-bassist, but she continued having me play her G string
... in drop-D -lol.
It's a little sad in a way, knowing that the bar was set so high, and I will
never again expect to attain the climactic level that peaked when I was "up for
days."
THE END