Stealer (Mb, Mg, Int, Anal, Pedo)
by Osric134

Remember: I don't practice, participate in or encourage sex with
children, rape, drugs or murder. I don't encourage anyone to do
any of the things my imaginative characters do either. These are
just stories that have taboo themes in them and NOT wishful
thinking. I just want to tell stories and hope no one takes my
tales as anything but strokable fun.



When HE saw the little boy walking through the park, He knew that
He had to have him. So feminine, so soft and so pretty. And so
much energy waiting to be sucked from him.
HE followed him to his home and saw that his mother was a
frightened, single woman who lived in terror of her ex-husband,
afraid the man would find her and kill her.
HE introduced himself to the man next door, the huge black man
who lived alone and kept to himself.
Now He knew everything about the man and why he lived alone, why
he chose to stay away from women altogether.
HE would now teach him a new way, a new way to enjoy sex, a new
craving that the man would be unable to stop.
The man's name was Gordon, Gordon Gaines and He wanted to steal
his energy....

Gordon Gaines had a huge cock, ten inches long and as thick as a
aerosol can. He had used it on many women, hurting and injuring
them all on the process sometimes. The black man loved anal sex
and took what he wanted from his women. Only the last one had
accused him of rape and he spent four months in prison for it.
Now he had come back to the home he had paid off years ago when
he retired and found that stupid, frightened white pitch living
next door to him with her little girlie son.
Gordon had thought that he had been a little girl at first until
the woman corrected him. All this time he kept telling the child
how pretty 'she' was and what a beautiful young thing she would
grow to be.
Gordon realised that the boy, as young as he was, was gay. He had
watched as he ran about with the little girls in the area,
playing 'girl' games. He was amazed at how feminine the boy was
and what a sexy smile he had when a man was nice to him.
Paul Evans was eleven years old and it was obvious that he liked
boys. The way he watched them, spoke to them. There were at least
two boys that treated him 'differently'. Gordon had seen him
kissing one ginger haired boy on the mouth for a bet and giggling
when the older boy pushed his tongue into his mouth.
Then Paul had begun smiling at him, waving every time he saw the
huge black man. Gordon didn't understand why the boy had suddenly
started doing this, but he tried to keep it cordial.
"Hello Paul, how are you today?"
"I fine, Mr. Gaines. Fine since I saw you today!" he giggled,
just like a giddy little girl.
He had that sexy look on his face and it disturbed Gordon very
deeply. He wouldn't have minded if it had been a girl, he would
have easily accepted that as waiting for the little pitch to grow
up. But this was different, sick somehow. The boy's very pretty
young face had a sexual quality to it that was very powerful and
Gordon felt his cock getting hard.
"You'd better run along now and do your homework!" he forced a
laugh.
"OK!" the boy said and ran off to his relief.

HE watched Gordon and the pretty little boy with annoyance. That
was not supposed to happen, he should have taken the boy in his
arms and cuddled him, then kissed him, then fucked him. HE would
have to try to make him understand, push him in the direction He
wanted him to go in. But first, He would visit the boy and push
him too. Not that the boy needed much pushing....

Paul sat doing his homework, thinking about that big black man
next door. He bet if he was his 'special friend' no one would
ever hurt either him or his Mummy. He knew the big, scary black
man would look after them both.
He remembered when Carl Thomas was his 'special friend', the man
had helped keep his Daddy away from them. Paul liked what Carl
had done to him, how he made him feel. Paul liked sucking the
cream out of Carl's 'thing' and swallowing it down. He liked when
Carl pushed his 'thing' up into his tight little bottom and
fucked him on his bed for hours. Paul still used the thick red
candle on his bum every night, wishing it was a nice hard man
doing naughty things to him and making him his slut-boy.
Paul wanted Mr Gaines. He wanted to be his slut-boy and suck his
big black cock. Paul knew the man had a very big cock, he had
stood in the tree out behind his house one night and watched the
man walking around in his bedroom one night, getting changed for
bed. He had seen the man stroking that enormous cock and thought
about how much it would hurt him if her shoved it up his very
tight little white bum.
Paul shuddered, going straight up to his room and taking out the
longest, thickest candle he had....

Gordon was doing his gardening when the little eleven year old
girlie-boy from next door jumped up onto the fence and sat there
watching him.
His cock jumped when he saw that smile on the boy's very pretty
face. There was something about the boy's mouth that made him
feel the need to shove his huge cock into it.
"Oh hello Paulie, come to watch me work again?"
"No, I want to help this time and then go to your house for
lemonade." he grinned.
"Oh, lemonade is it?" he laughed at the boy's brazeness.
Eventually he and Paul had finished cleaning up the leaves and
branches, he took the boy into the house and made some lemonade,
pouring some onto the ice in their glasses and giving one to
Paul.
"Thank you!" the sexy looking child smiled as he took the glass
and pouted, taking a long sip.
Gordon felt his cock surge, his balls hurting now as it tried to
straighten into the air against the fabric that was holding it
back.
"Mmmmm!" Paul moaned, "It's yummy!"
Then the boy looked down and gazed at Gordon's bulge, eyeing it
and licking the edge of the glass. Gordon felt as if he would
burst, his cock hurting as he looked at the expression on the
boy's face. Was that lust?
"Your willie is all big and hard!" he said placing the half empty
glass on the table and looking up into Gordon's eyes.
"Err... Yeah, I've been a bit lonely lately!" he answered.
The boy smiled wider, sexier.
"I can suck it for you if you like?" he said.
Gordon could not believe what he just heard.
"I used to suck Mummy's friend off and drink his cream. He liked
it when I drank his cream. I would love to drink your cream, it
must be so think and yummy!" the boy said gleefully.
Gordon was lost, on auto-pilot as he undid his trousers and let
them drop to the floor, followed by his shorts.
Paul reached for him, unable to wrap his small hands around the
black man's huge meat.
"Ooh!" he cooed, "This is going to taste so nice before you push
it up me and hurt my bum-bum!"
Gordon couldn't believe this was happening.
Paul opened his small, sweet little mouth and sucked the huge
head of Gordon's cock into his mouth as easily as if he had stuck
his finger in.
"Mmmmm!" the boy moaned and began suckling on it.
Gordon gasped, leaning back against the table, letting the boy
work his meat. Then he moaned as the boy stroked his cock as he
suckled, drawing from him the long dormant sperm in his balls.
He grunted, teasing as the flood came, pouring into the child's
hungrily sucking mouth, the boy sucking all of the gasping man's
sperm up and swallowing it all.
He sat back and grinned.
"I want you to fuck my bum now!"

Gordon had never felt anything so fucking tight in his life. The
whimpering boy was gripping his wrist as he held his hip, his
thick black cock slowly squeezing up into the boys tightly
gripping anus and burrowing into his bowels.
"Easy Paulie, easy!" he coaxed and gently stirred his hips,
sliding his cock in and out of him.
"Oww! It hurts so bad!" he sobbed, the thick thing sliding in his
bottom was moving his bowels and stirring around deep in his
guts.
"Just lay still and try to relax sweetie, it won't be for much
longer now, just two or three more hours!" Gordon gasped into the
whimpering boy's ear.

Paul staggered home, his bottom wide open and sperm running down
his legs. He dropped onto his bed and went into a deep, satisfied
sleep.
When he awoke he wanted more, going back over and soon was
kneeling between those big, muscular thighs, sucking the man's
huge cock.
"Mghhff!" he giggled as he sucked and drank the man's sperm,
"Mmmmm!"
Then he was in the man's bed again groaning and sobbing in pain
as the big black man buggered him on his bed.
It would take another week before the huge cock would all fit
inside his slender young body and He would make it fit....

HE was very pleased as He watched the huge black man slowly
sodomising the little white boy. It was such a delicious scene,
the thick black cock slowly sliding in and out of the child's
tight little white rear. Their bodies looking wonderful together
as he sucked their energies from them, feeding off their sweaty
bodies.
HE welded them together, binding their souls as one and then
slowly tied them. Now they would remain lovers forever and soon
the big black man would be fucking the boy's timid mother as
well...

HE found the girl wandering the street, smiling with the much
older men. She was very pretty and had already been used by many
of the men around the area.
HE saw the man who had just moved into the area, the wealthy one
who never had a woman, was still a virgin.
HE loved how innocent the man was.
HE fed on him as He had fed on others like him, sucking the
repressed sexual energy from his mind and nourishing himself....

Terry Forde was thirty now and still single. Not an attractive
man, he had kissed a girl once many years ago but that had been
on his twelfth birthday and she had been his own cousin.
Terry soon realised that girls weren't attracted to him and
stopped trying, concentrating on his studies and leaving
university with the highest grades the college had ever seen.
He got a job in banking and had remained there ever since. Now he
was a market trader and was known to be very good at what he did.
When his clients were advised by him to leave the markets, the
stock exchange usually either crashed or dropped so low that the
shared lost too much value to recover. He had the ability to see
these trends and had earned millions over the years.
But his tastes remained simple and he still lived in his little
house in East Ham.
Terry still longed for a relationship with a woman, but he knew
he lacked the things that attracted a woman and didn't even try,
missing several women in his lifetime who had actually shown
interest in him.
Terry noticed the girl when he passed her in the street. She was
about twelve, extremely pretty and always in her school uniform.
She was always talking to a man or two, always seemed to be
flirting with them. Once he had seen one of the men fondling her
budding breasts while they stood in the bushes in the local park
he always passed. He had his tongue in the girl's mouth and she
seemed to like it, because she was holding his head as he kissed
her.
Terry sighed, wishing he could experience that. He went to work
and aggressively made another several million pounds in
commission.

HE sighed, satisfied and filled with all the energy He would need
for a while.
HE visited the girl now, a big husky man had her pinned to a
tree, thrusting savagely into her tight young pussy as she tried
to push him off....

"No! NO!!" Kelly Stewart screamed.
She didn't want to fuck with him, he was raping her, intent on
cumming in her several times.
There was a loud "Thwack!!" and the man groaned and slumped to
the ground, his cock slurped out of her hole as he dropped to the
ground.
Behind him stood a reasonably well-dressed man with rather homely
features, born hair and the nicest brown eyes she had ever seen.
He dropped the piece of wood he was holding and smiled at her.
She recognised him as the man she always passed on the street,
always dressed in a well-fitting suit and carrying that laptop
bag on his shoulder.
He had always looked so sad, so lonely. She had always wanted to
talk to him, but he was always in such a hurry.
"Are you alright?" he asked, "Do you want me to call the police?"
"No, thanks!" she smiled, shuddering at the very pleasant sound
of his voice.
"You really should see a doctor or something, he could have a
disease!" the man said, concerned.
She looked up at him and could see the concern in his eyes, no
lust, no sicko perversion, just concern for her well-being. She
liked that, she began to get very turned on.
"No, he's just a bully who's married to my best friend's mother.
He rapes her all the time and decided to have a go with me
today." she smiled, fixing her uniform and picking up her panties
off the ground. They were torn and she couldn't wear then. She
took them and wiped herself then stuffed the soiled panties into
the groaning man's mouth.
She smiled at her rescuer and stepped over the slowly recovering
man.
"Follow me home, please?" she begged and the man nodded.
They walked for a bit and she looked up at him. In profile he was
actually quiet handsome, it was only when he looked straight on
that he looked homely.
"Do you live around here?" she asked.
"Yes, down Pevensey Road." he replied, pointing to the street
just before her own.
"Oh!" she smiled, "You live near me then, I live down here!"
She led him to a house just off the corner and stopped.
"You want to come in?" she asked, smiling hopefully.
"Err... I'd better not. I have to get home..." he said, actually
blushing.
"OK! Another time then?" she asked.
"Yeah!" he smiled, making his face light up when he did so.
She felt her pussy pricing up, realising that this man was very
shy and probably had no girlfriend. She felt very turned on and
smiled at him.
"Tell you what? I'll come and see where you live, that way we can
be friend's and you can walk me home without me being afraid of
you wanting to rape me too."
He looked at her and gave a gentle nod. Kelly felt a thrill and
took the man's hand.
"Come on then!" she laughed.

HE sighed in satisfaction. He may not even have to intervene, the
girl seemed eager to have this man. But he might have to coax the
man a little.

The girl pushed her way into the house and Terry felt a bit
overwhelmed. She was so aggressive, self assured. He was afraid
of her, afraid that she might hurt him.
The girl smiled at him and sat in his favourite chair.
"I'm Kelly Stewart, what's your name?"
"Terry, Terry Forde." he answered.
"Do you have a girlfriend, Terry?" she asked him.
"Err... No." he said, her eyes bright and blue.
"Ever had a girlfriend?" she suddenly asked in a lower voice.
Terry hesitated, not knowing why she was so...
"No." he blurted out before he could think.
"Are you a virgin, Terry?"
Something was pushing him to answer the brazen little girl, just
how it had made him let her come to his home.
"Err... Yes!" he said quickly, blushing and ashamed that he had
admitted it to a girl no more than twelve of thirteen.
"Ooh! I've never had a virgin before!" she giggled, getting up
and approaching him.
Terry stepped back as she approached, his back pressing against
the door he didn't remember closing.
She smiled as she reached for his face, pulling it down and
kissing his lips, sliding her tongue into his mouth.
Terry had never been kissed like that before, having only seen it
down in a few movies he had seen.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned, her wet tongue delving deep into his mouth
as her body rubbed deliciously against him.
He could feel her breasts pressing against his chest, her tongue
was seeking his throat and he groaned, whimpering.
She chuckled and continued to kiss him until he gasped, his hips
bucking as he orgasm, cumming in his pants.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned again, kissing him harder, her hips rubbing
against his.
Terry felt so ashamed, but was unable to push the girl away, she
seemed to be glued to his body. The tall girl was almost his
height, Terry was not a tall man.
She finally pulled her tongue out of his mouth and pulled him
from the door, leading him to the large sofa by the window. She
smiled at him and undid his trousers, letting them fall to the
floor around his ankles and then pulled his wet shorts down,
revealing a sizable cock. Terry knew he didn't have a small
penis, he had measured it at eight inches and knew from
conversations with other guys in college that he was bigger than
most.
"Ooh!" she smiled, holding it and stroking it gently. "Nice
cock!"
She pushed him down into the sofa and dropped to her knees,
sucking his cock into her mouth and giving him pleasure he never
knew existed. Her lips, her mouth was so warm, felt so good. She
sucked him, tongued and licked him. He groaned, writhing under
her as she suckled hungrily.
Terry didn't really last long. He screamed out and felt her
gulping as she drank all of his thick seed.

Kelly licked her lips as she mounted the man, feeling his cock
squeezing up into her very tight, but well-used pussy. She moaned
in pain as it slid into her belly, spreading her open and seeking
her depths. She loved cock, but never had one this big before.
As she rode him, placing his hands on her hips, she kissed him
some more, liking the feel of his mouth sucking her tongue. Her
hips worked tirelessly, pumping and rotating in his lap. Rising
up until only the thick head was in her, then working her tight
little pussy on and off it, making the man so crazy that he was
raising his hips, trying to get more of him into her again.
She laughed and then sank quickly down onto him again, dragging a
gasp from him as he grunted and came inside her.
Kelly remained there, wrapped around the man, fucking him twice
more before she left and went home, leaving with the man's sperm
running down her thighs, his spare keys in her pocket and the man
welded to her pussy.
Kelly skipped along home, happy and eager to visit the man again
tomorrow.

HE throbbed, writhing as he sucked the energy from the man still
lying in the park. This man was lusty and nasty, his lusts for
his stepdaughter and her find had pushed him over the edge....

He had raped his daughter's friend, stopped only when someone had
hit him over his head and knocked him silly. He was terrified
that she would tell the police, not bothering to go home. He
wandered around the park until the attendant told him that he was
closing it for the night and he had to leave.
Malcolm Christophe was still worried when he wandered into his
street. But he saw no police car there and the street looked
quiet.
He staggered home, his head still hurting and feeling very tired,
as if something had drained him.
Now he opened the front door and saw his timid wife cowering as
he came into the house.
"Where's Emily?" he asked her.
"She's doing her homework, like you told her over the phone." she
said, her eye pleading with him to leave her daughter alone.
He pushes past her, fondling her breasts as he went and walked up
to his stepdaughter's room, finding her on her bed with her
books.
She looked up and smiled at him, pushing them aside and going to
him. She was in his arms in seconds, her mouth open, accepting
his tongue and sucking on his spit as he pushed her back on the
bed and buried his cock in her.
"Ahh!" she sighed.
"Nice and tight!" he gasped.
"Tighter than Mummy?" she cooed.
"Yes!" he moaned as his hips sought hers, "Much tighter!"

HE left happy, well fed and alive. It was time to seek new food
now, He couldn't stay in one place too long.
He wandered about for a long time and then saw the little girl
playing with her pussy in the back garden of her house as her
mother watched.
He could see the woman's sick mind working, see her desire to
lick her daughter's pussy the way her stepmother had licked hers.
He would soon bind them together like not other mother and
daughter, then he would steal their energies to....

End


  
Stealer