Author: Daddy Walker
Title: Teenage crush
Keywords: Mf rape bd anal tort inc ws snuff

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Teenage crush

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Intro - The stirring cock

John was 55 years old, weather-beaten to the point where he looked
even older. The hair on his head was white and thin. His stomach
was growing fatter every year. He shaved every morning, and every
evening the the loose skin dangling under his chin was covered in
white stubble again.

For the past 10 years, he hadn't used his cock for anything but
pissing. Sometimes the organ fluttered and swelled up for a few
seconds, but the last time he'd had a real erection had been so
long ago that he couldn't even remember. It had been an eternity
since he had felt such intense horniness as when the little child
sat down next to him on the bus.

The girl was blond, skinny, near puberty. The first thing John
thought about was the little patch of thin pussy hair, probably
just starting to grow on her immature baby cunt. To his surprise,
he felt his cock starting to swell almost immediately.

John had tried to live a life without sin. He had walked the path
laid out in front of him by the good lord, never once complaining.
By now it was 15 years since John had buried his wife from cancer.
He had 5 or 10 years of work remaining at the factory before he
could retire. Life had never been easy, but still he had never
fallen for distracting temptations like alcohol or pornography,
like so many of his work mates.

The few times he had jerked off in the past could hardly qualify
as sinning, he reasoned. They had been shameful fits, when he was
overpowered by lust after hearing the guys at work talking about
some disgusting whore in some pornographic smut. That kind of
excitement was the work of Satan, and John had always prayed for
forgiveness afterward. He had been a pious man since his wife
died.

Now, in just a few seconds, John felt his entire world crumbling,
as he was becoming uncontrollably attracted to the little
creature that sat down next to him.

The girl was chewing bubble gum. When she threw her hair over her
shoulder, he could smell her fruity freshness. She had two cocky
friends in the next seat.

After studying the girls for a few moments, John decided that
they seemed like all kids these days. Superficial, self-absorbed,
and sinful.

An old lady came aboard the bus. The woman could hardly walk, and it
was obvious that she needed a place to sit. Still, as she moved
slowly towards their seat, none of the girls got up. They just looked
at each other and giggled. They girl next to John tried to sit
still, but he could hear the girls in the other seat moving
around, whispering to each other.

- "Look at her... She almost can't walk... There's no seat...
She's so old, she's gonna fall over when the bus leaves..."

When he heard the little sluts' excited whispers to each other,
something happened to John. He suddenly felt his cock grow harder
than in years. Within seconds, he was sitting there with a solid,
rock hard erection. A serenity spread through his body, and like
lightning from above, he felt a divine rapture. Suddenly, he had
a purpose in life...

The girls were evil, and it was up to him to reprimand them. It
was god's intent that he, John, would spend his remaining days
preaching to and punishing the lost generation... Unfortunately,
the actual instrument that the almighty had intended for him to
use was now so swollen that John could not get up himself to give
the old lady his seat.

When the little girl got off the bus, he got up and followed her
with a hard cock throbbing in his pants.

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Part 1 - Preaching to the child-fuck

Sarah was 13. She was waking up slowly, finding herself
restrained and naked in a warm room. The last thing she
remembered was walking home, being grabbed by someone who put
something over her mouth. She felt nauseous. She needed to pee.
Her body was bent over. Her feet were trapped to the floor somehow,
and her arms were tied behind her back. Her head was held in place
by something pressing so tightly into her temples that it hurt. She
could see the back of her own naked body in a mirror on the wall
directly in front. Her ass was sticking helplessly into the air.

It looked like she was in some sort of tool shed, and she was
bent over a bench that looked like the ones in wood shop. She felt
the soft, sensitive cushions of her undeveloped, flat breasts
against the rough wooden surface. She felt air whisk against her
naked crotch. Strangely, her first reaction was embarrassment over
her pubic hair, a soft little patch that had just started to grow,
which was on free display for whoever would be watching. She saw
that her head was caught between two slabs of wood, screwed tight
in a giant vice. Now the young girl screamed.

After a few minutes growing fear, the door opened and an old man
entered. He smiled to her.

- "Ahhh, you're awake..."

She could see his eyes staring at her naked body in excitement.

He walked over to her, and his hands immediately started caressing
her, eagerly. He moaned in unrestrained horniness. She saw the
growing ecstasy in his face, as well as in his pants. She could
feel his fingers sliding in between her legs now. He was touching
her holy place! He kept talking, as she shivered in discomfort and
fear.

- "Yeaahhh... You're a good little one... Do you remember me,
you little pussy? From the bus? In my days we used to get up for
old ladies, you know..."

That was right! It was the man from the bus! She felt herself
really trembling with fear now, as it slowly dawned on her what
would definitely happen. The man kept talking. His fingers were
probing her, and she could even feel one of them pressing into
her bum.

- "In old days you know, a quarter of all children died before
growing adult. Those days they knew their place! They knew to
stay out of the way, and make themselves useful to adults..."

The man started undressing. His fat stomach was covered in white
hairs. When he buttoned down his pants, Sarah grew quiet. His
cock was huge.

She hadn't seen many real cocks yet, and none that looked like
that. It was swollen, pointing straight out from his body like a
tree trunk, surrounded by white, sprawling hair.

- "In those days,", the man continued, "if a child upset you, it
was ok to slap them! In my opinion, slapping a child is a very
healthy relief..."

The old man was completely naked now. He walked up behind her,
and started stroking the tip of his cock over her crotch. Sarah
was frozen with fear as she felt the warm meat pressing into her
privates.

- "... But there were even better ways to relieve your
frustrations...", he smiled at her in satisfied arousal. "Do you
know what happened if a child excited you? You know, a grown man
can't be expected to think straight and do his job if he's
bothered by a hard organ..."

The old man leaned in above her with a merciless, power filled
smile. She felt the weight of his repulsing, warm stomach on her
back. He reached back to adjust his cock. In the mirror, she saw
him leaning down towards her head, and then she heard his voice,
closer, louder. More intimate.

- "In school, many teachers took the spanking of a disobedient
girl a little longer in those days. It wasn't wrong to take your
cock out, and rub it between her smooth butt cheeks, like this..."

Sarah felt his warm, hard shaft slide between her ass cheeks,
parting them. Then the old man pressed his fat, hairy chest
against her back, and kept talking directly behind her neck.

- "Yeeahhh... Did you know that since a child is not yet a
complete human, in the image of god, the decree that sodomy is
a sin does not extend to children?"

Hearing that, while she felt his fingers move to probe her
tightly closed asshole, Sarah lost control and screamed in panic.
The man smiled patiently, and waited for her to calm down.

- "Sometimes at dinner,", he continued, "a father would simply
tell his young daughter to visit the outhouse before bedtime. A
girl always knew what that meant. Can you imagine?"

Sarah stayed quiet, sobbing, as the old man explained.

- "...It was just to make sure her asshole was empty and ready...
Maybe the mother in the house was too tired from washing up
after her children that day... Maybe it was just that time of the
month... Whatever the reason, the girl knew that her tight ass
would have to stand in for her mother's pussy that night..."

Sarah managed to speak, with a weak voice.

- "No please, you don't have to punish me!"

She saw the man smile at her in the mirror. He reached up to
caress her hair, with a soothing calm in his eyes.

- "Don't worry, little fuck-angel... I won't take your virginity
tonight. Not your real virginity... That would send you straight
to Satan. But god will judge you, and based on your sinful
whorishness, he will send you to Hell anyway, I am sure of it."

Sarah managed to push herself to keep talking.

- "I'm a good girl... I'll be even better, I promise. My grades
are all A's... If you don't punish me I'll be even better. I'll
help old ladies... I'll say grace... Please..."

The man calmly reached for some sort of tube. He oiled up his
hard cock. Then she felt the cold, slippery wetness of
lubrication against her asshole. She started crying. The man
just answered calmly.

- "I'm sure you want to be a good little girl. But the only
thing you have to worry about now is, you have an empty asshole
for me?"

He smiled, as he put the tip of his cock against her clenched
anal opening and saw the tears across her face in the mirror.

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Part 2 - Enjoying the child-fuck

When the man began pushing, Sarah was overpowered by the sensation
of the thick cock head pressing into her anus. Every other feeling
faded into the background, and the only thing she could feel was
her ass.

At first, the pressure against her asshole simply grew and grew.
Then after a powerful, extremely painful thrust, she felt herself
relax. It was just for a second, but it was enough for the cock to
force itself in while it expanded her with a fast, hurting
sensation.

- "Oh, god, yes, yes!", she heard from above as the rock hard
shaft kept working its way into her.

She felt his hands around her hips, and then he started pulling
out and pushing back in again, stabbing into her body with his
merciless fuck rod.

- "Dirty little bitch! You dirty fucking whore!! You're so
fucking tight and perfect!!"

He was spitting as he screamed furiously at her. The pain in her
ass was giving away a little. She tried twisting, but that
only increased the unpleasant feeling again, and also it seemed
to add to the old mans pleasure.

The only positive thing she could focus on, was that she found
that if she relaxed her bottom the right way, the pain almost
disappeared. It just felt like she really needed to go to the
toilet. His cock also made it feel like she kept going to the
toilet, over and over.

The old man bent down over her, pressing his body against hers.
He licked her and drooled like an animal. She could feel his hips
against her body, and she realized that he must have buried
his entire cock inside her body, even if it seemed almost
unbelievable.

- "I can feel you relaxing...", he said. "Does that mean you like
being fucked in the ass? Are you a dirty fucking ass whore? Do you
like taking a fat cock up your tight little ass? Uuuhh...
Uuuhhhh... Uunngghhhh... I think you do... Fucking cunt!
Uuuhhh....  I bet you'd caress your own cunt hole if your daddy
used you... Uuuuuuhhhh... Dirty cunt! You filthy bitch fuck
whore!!"

He reached over to the side, grabbing a long rod sticking into
the vice that held her head. He pulled just a little on it, and
Sarah felt the pressure on her head growing almost unbearable.
She screamed as hard as she could. He was crushing her! In the
background, she heard the old man yelling.

- "Yeaaahhhh, yeeaaahhhhhhhh....", he kept going.

He kept drooling on her. She could see him in the mirror, staring
down with an open mouth like a hungry beast. Sometimes he leaned
back to watch his own cock slide in and out, or bent down to lick
on her back. He grunted constantly in uncontrollable ecstasy.

The next time he reached for the handle to the vice, he smiled in
cruelty. At the same time, he started fucking her extremely hard,
like he wanted her to hurt as much as possible. When he pulled
the lever again, the pain in her head grew so bad that she almost
lost consciousness.

She could see her own face in the mirror. She thought there was
something wrong with the way she looked. Her eyes were pressing
out too far... Her mouth was hanging wide open, and she had no
way of closing it because of the pressure from the sides. She
was drooling as well, she could see the strands of saliva hanging
down from her lips.

She noticed in the mirror that the old man above her was still
talking, but there was a sound like a river in her head now,
drowning out all noise. She was filled with an icy panic, and
she started fighting helplessly to get away, although it was
impossible to move.

Something wet and warm was splashing down on her feet. She saw
the old man say something with an aggressive look on his face,
and reach over to tighten the vice again. This time, the room
started spinning in a very confusing way. For a second, she
thought she could see both the floor and the mirror at the same
time. There was something really wrong with her face now.

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Part 3 - Killing the child-fuck

John watched his cock slide in and out of the stretched young
asshole. Below the anus, there were a few thinly spread, blond
pubic hairs sticking out.

The fuck bitch had started pissing herself now, tinkling slowly
from her underdeveloped cunt while he pistoned his shaft in and
out of her ass. It was time to finish this soon...

On the two latest cranks of the vice around her head, he had
actually heard her skull creaking from the pressure. The sound of
breaking bone had made him lose control and come.

Whenever he pulled his shaft out, he could see the tightness of
her little sphincter squeezing him. The smooth asshole was pulled
out with him, and then pushed back in with his thrusts. John had
never felt such perfect fuck-pleasure in his entire life.

He pulled the vice one more time, eager to see how much pressure
her little slut head could actually take. This time, her right eye
just jumped out of its socket with a wet plopping sound. After
dangling in a fleshy thread for a short moment, the eye ball fell
loose, bouncing off the bench and smacking down on the floor.
John laughed in satisfaction. The bitch looked ugly now. It was
time for her to die! He tightened his fingers around the lever
again.

Before he pulled again, he shoved his cock into her as hard as he
could, over and over. He imagined her internal organs mangled and
bursting from the violence. He screamed out in pleasure.

- "This is it, you pissy bitch mother-fucker!!! The end of the
road for the dirty fucking whore!!!"

The bitch already looked half gone, like a drooling, teenage
crack slut. He felt his cock stiffening up inside her silky colon,
preparing for the kill.

Then he tightened the vice again, and there came a loud crack from
her head.

He saw the bone shift under her hair, and then blood gushed out
of her nose. She made some kind of choking noises with her mouth,
and her asshole started cramping around his cock. The trickle of
piss from her cunt turned into a spraying shower, making a
puddle on the floor. He would come any second now...

He managed to pull again, and the girl's head broke and crumbled
like an egg. Her body relaxed completely, and he heard a series
of heavy splatters and splashes as the insides of her head
poured out under the vice.

John kept turning until the two wood pieces on the vice almost
met each other. There was nothing but dripping blood and hair
sticking out from between them. Still, from the neck down, the
rest of the naked little girl body looked just as exciting as
it ever had. John grabbed her by the hips, focused all his
attention on the dead asshole, and then he started pounding her
in one last assault.

- "You .... dirty ..... fucking ...... bitchy ....... filthy ...
.. CUNT BITCH WHORE FUCKER!!!", he screamed, and then drove
himself inside the body as violently as he could.

He watched his cock sink to the hilt into the dead child's
asshole, and then he came, squeezing out 10 years of pent up
sperm into the warm bowel.

- "FUUUCK... FUUUUUCK... FUCKING CUNT!!!"

While the endless cum river kept pouring into the soft intestine
wrapped around his cock, he collapsed onto the bitch's slender
body with a scream of pleasure.

After he had caught his breath, he got up, unscrewed the vice,
and pulled the corpse off the bench and down to the floor. The
feet were still shackled to the ground, and that made the ankles
break with loud snaps. Her legs spread as she landed, showing him
the pubescent cunt.

He wondered briefly if a girl would lose her virginity in the
eyes of god if she was already dead. John decided against doing
anything right now. He would save himself to the next one. It
would probably feel even better to punish the cunt of a younger,
completely hairless sinner...

He was overcome with a need to urinate, and pointed his softening
cock down to the body of the dead girl. He let loose, and soon he
was soaking her body in glistening yellow liquid. It had been
years since he had pissed this unconstrained.

- "Girl, I think you've healed my prostate as well!", he said,
and laughed as he emptied the last contents of his bladder on the
dead whore's cunt.

His old, trusty german shepard was scratching the door to get in.
He opened it, and the dog ran up to the corpse on the floor.
First the dog started sniffing, then it licked the blood on the
head, and finally it started chewing. When he saw the dog eating,
John figured he might as well leave. This could actually be
a good way of solving the problem of what to do with the bitch's
body.

Maybe it would be good to get an extra dog, in case there would
be too much food later on...

There were a lot of bad girls out there. Just from thinking
about them, John could feel the strength of god returning to
his cock.

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