Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: River Styxx
|Introduction: Entering: I am home alone and in grieving over my latest girlfriend Sarah, who I was Quite infatuated with. The next sequence is a flash back to some months previous.|
I'm sitting in my room, the orange shade of my lamp casting a somber glow to the living room. Nirvana's Rape Me is playing loudly from a corner. My mood is erratic. I've already downed two Red Bulls and I'm thinking to myself -- I need to either get high, or find me someone to fuck. Well, I currently had no girlfriend. Not anymore, being as I'd just been dumped by Sarah, the love, of my now suck-ass life. I miss her so much. Her freckles. Her moon-glow skin. A face of lustful teen beauty, with tender lips and shocking blue eyes, she never failed to incapacitate me completely. Thinking back on this, imagining myself kissing her and tasting that delicious mouth all over again -- even my memory of it was just too much. She's gone. She's gone and she's left me for some stupid ass motherfucker.
On my birthday.
Right before the summer was gonna start...
Now no summer.
I know! I'm acting like a girl, and should really man up! So, I walk through the living room into the other side of which becomes a kitchen. Grab me another Red Bull. Pick up the phone. "I can't help myself," I think, "I'm calling Sarah." I convince myself very easily in this very speedy, hence, impulsive state that I find myself. It's even giving my body a slight load now, like a weights inside of me, but I can still move around with ease. Wait wow, am I tripping out on stupid ginseng and caffeine?
"Sarah I love you. Why wouldn't you want this?" Remember, it's me! Why would you... how could you... leave ME for him!?
"Scott stop calling me..." "...," on her line muffled talk and static noise is followed by a male voice, "hello, who is this man?"
"What Prick!? Hey, no, who the fuck is this! What's your name!"
"Fuck you!! Hey who is this kid Sarahbear? Well, I know you don't want me to but he keeps calling! Yes... Okay babe just relax." He then tells me, "I can find out where u live"
I wonder to myself if this horror is really happening. Some guy! Sarahbear?? I had just talked to her last week. I cant believe... She had told me then that this was the reason, the real reason, why she had dumped me a month ago. Not the reason she had originally made me think. She had told me standing in front of her school bus as it's about to leave, "because your barely in ninth grade and I'm going to be in high school now Scott. I'm Sorry." Lying bitch. Now I have to seriously hear his fucking voice right now!
I scream into the phone, "She wont tell you! Put her back on the phone before I find YOU and shove my dick up your fucking ear canal and bash your brains in with my..."
"... goddamn cock you pussy-ass mother!!..."
Well, anyway, Sarah's a story for another time
I sat down on the couch and surfed for something to watch while I silently let a few tears run down my cheeks. I then began wondering where my family even was? We had originally moved to Utah almost two years ago, to live with my aunt who helps us out financially, and even helped us get this three bedroom house we live in now. My mom Elisabeth Katherine, thirty-four years old, was of course at work. My mother is the most loving person I'll ever know. She's works nonstop just to take care of the four of us. She's an escort. She didn't get the job right away of course. She had worked at some call center, and then a block buster before that. Once we moved out of our aunts and into some cheap apartments, is when Mom and Shelly began hanging out. Soon after, Mom would be telling us she had to work pretty much all hours of the day. She never changed though that's for sure, and that's why I respect her for it. So whatever she was forced to do while in this situation only made her stronger.
Eleven year old Eddie Joseph is two and a half years younger than me, and is in our room on the computer, as usual. Newly turned thirteen, Elisabeth Norma was out with friends as usual, being that she's the most outgoing and social one out of all of us, even Mom. There's also Delanie Louise my 15 year old sister, who was, who knows where. She just started her party life up this summer and is sleeping in late now, not going out until night. "Did she even come home last night? It's already two?" I suddenly slipped into a day dream of her -- in a smokey room at a party, and four or five guys are crammed around her sighhing and moaaning as her palms masterfully stroke two dicks at a time, sucking another one deeply while spit dribbles down her chin and neck. Getting pounded as well by two other guys, her back arches majestically as one plows from on top and the other lays underneath her with a fat cock plugged deep up her little shitter. The one I've had to whiff myself walking into the bathroom right after her hung-over-ass has just finished with it. Gross. But still. Looking out the window, I go back to fantasizing about my sister. Not weird. Considering... Past events with some of my other family members -- or even with...
I was jogging one day, back when we were still new to the house. I loved to jog with only my shorts on, nothing under, watching my gift dangle and bounce through the thin material. I liked to watch the people and see the reactions I could catch. Amazement, astonishment, disbelief; all these I saw often enough, which was the reason I liked it so much. Sadly, It never turned out any better than that though.
A woman could be jogging with an iPod, distracted with the music and with her run, when suddenly my obscenely indecent nine-er wags into her view, bouncing in cadence with my steps. Her eyes get wide and then, bare with me now; they start to do this weird nystagmus looking twitch, as if she instinctively wants to look at it, but then is stopping herself while noticing my size and age. Some don't though and actually do outright gawk at it, walking by in silence, laughter, or, my absolute favorite a clipped comment. Some include "shhhhiiit!", "good luck with that!", or "that's just something you put in there" was told to me on one occasion; I would've pulled it out and proved it to her but too many families led me to fear possible police activity. So I just asked her if she wanted to come with me and find out for herself. The extremely attractive blonde shakes her head and jogs off. I also get the more negative replies, like, "sicko..." and "get out of here with that!!" All in all, it seems like every girl was just too freaked-out. I mean I've never seen an adult man purposely do what I did, so I guess I really can't say for sure. All I know is ALOT of people do get angry, especially when it's couples running together. The girl, shrieks and covers her eyes, chooses to ignore it by looking away, or laughing hysterically makes remarks to whoever's with her; I've gotten all of the reactions, her guy or Dad, or whatever, always ends up making me really have to run. Away from there. Eventually, I did end up getting my ass kicked, obviously, and that's why I stopped.
This time I'm jogging around the whole park and all anyone really does much of is ignore me. So I figure it's because I'm the only perv jogging in the park at the moment... "I think that's always been the case though." I joke with myself. "There's only kids here." I notice as a couple of younger boys look over in a kind of dumb shock, I slow to a stop. "Dammit." I hear the boys laughing and shouting something to each-other as they walk away looking back at me. "I know boys" I think. "You wish you were me. I'm well aware, it's way above average." Walking I darkly wonder what it would even be like not to have what I have. Scary.
I've been enjoying my penis since probably a couple of years too soon of puberty. When I humped my parents pillows from their bed watching porn -- my dick then only a little tiny prick not even big enough for my palm -- appreciating already the taboo beauty of what was on that TV screen. I would go for hours while my parents would be out until the bars closed. I eventually started cumming on those pillows once the magic stick started to grow, along with the hair appearing around there. I then started fondling it myself, very lovingly and devotedly, I may add. By now I had come to the kiddie park and was chilling on a wall by the jungle gym; sitting down resting while on my right the other joggers pass the trees and I by. While immersed in these thoughts, kids would come up and talk to me and so I eventually walked over there and wound up running around and playing tag with them. They were just a handful of different kids, who seemed to be, for whatever reason, somewhat of free-agents strayed from their parents.
I started to actually feel a little guilty and too pervy for this -- as I'm now starting to think back to my cousin who is around that age.. Back to this, though. That thought and the running was giving me a hard on again. "Oh no." It's sticking out very awkwardly now, being as it's length running down my leg, reaches close to my knee. I quickly adjust. Still my shirt's tight on me not baggy, I worry, so you can still see a huge bulge going up well past my belly button toward my chest. Disadvantage of having this thing. Awkwardness... I sit down quickly on the ground. Two of the girls are staring at me now. "Dammit, I've done it. These little girls saw. Fuck!"
I start to think hard. I need to leave before one of their parents.. Let's see... Well that couple over there, I do remember I'd seen the curly blond haired one go to them. Their coloring looked more or less the same, and the Mom's sharp small nose, I notice, looking at the girl, was identical. They were pretty absorbed in themselves too, deeply absorbed. Well. I went for it. Thirteen years old with no fear of prison or any moral dilemmas. I grabbed her hand, looked down at her smiling and said, "come with 'Petie,''' Quietly I ask, "What is... It, again..?" "Paige," she says, cheerfully walking alongside me. "Yeah. That's right, sorry I knew that. I Just couldn't quite remember from earlier..." I walk her in the opposite direction and then around the jungle gym, the other little girl I was relieved to see, had just ran off and started playing again. Oh good that was close. Dumb girl wasn't worried about me, or just doesn't care about Paige, I guess.
Up the giant hill far away from where I abducted her, I lead her toward the far edge of the park where a big blue water tower sits. Next to it is a small area full off plants, trees, and flowers that slowly declines, while stairs wind through it, into a drop off and about four or five feet below is a sidewalk part of a neighborhood of houses. Before I can start guiding her down their though, I hear something.
"Let's go Paige."
"Were are we going Petie?" "Around here... Somewhere." I take her quickly to a spot of overgrowth near by where we could easily fit. "Get in here."
She gets in and I hurry in next to her, she looks over at me with a slack expression, "but its a bush," she says dully.
"Were gonna play a game."
"Okay!' Is it fun like your other one at the playground?"
"Like freeze-tag... Mmmmm. No Paige this is fun like... Feels really good kind of fun."
"Feels good how?" she asks in a high voice.
"Like what are some of your favorite things?" I ask, as I'm crawling back out to have a look around.
"I like horses, she says hastily, my parents, my dog Blinky, my brother Oscar, my comfy bed, my favorite movie, Spice Girls..."
"Ahh there we go," thinking back I ask, "Spice Girls? Who's your Favorite?"
"Ginger. But what does this have to do with what we're gonna do." I squeeze in with her again and pull out my dick. "AHH what are you doin Petie!? Why.. What is that? Ooohhh." Soothingly, I say, "You should be like Ginger. You should like boys, you know how, like in the move; when all the girls say that they hate boys, except for her, she was the only one who said she liked to have fun with boys. Didn't you wonder what that meant?"
"No i m not old enough. Why is that thing so..."
"You don't want to know about sex?" My hand went to hers and stroked it tenderly. She, with her own hand had already been tentatively brushing her fingers along my length, acting almost as if she physically needed more. Craving so badly something she couldn't even understand.
"I'm still to young. Like, I, you know, heard mom and dad once at night, and asked them about it the next day, and they scolded me," she wined. "Yeah?" I coo, "what did they say?"
"That I'm a little girl and i shouldn't be thinking about that, even though that's why I asked?"
"You asked because you shouldn't be thinking about it?"
"No silly, I mean, I'm wondering why my mom and dad don't want me to think about it. My dicks laying on my stomach and Paige has now progressed to, without any direction, rub with each teeny hand as much of the big thing as possible; allll over it, and once she became aware of the most sensitive area, she teasingly opens and closes a firm but miniature grasp on my head. "Umm," I let a moan escape and she looks at me, still waiting for an answer as she plays. I close my eyes and sigh. I open them and tell her sweetly, "Because it feels too good. See, look how your making me feel. This is unbelievable! Don't you think. Well just like anything else; soda pop, candy, coffee, alcohol. If It feels so good and is so fun to a point where people do it too much, grown ups will try to tell you when you should, or shouldn't do it. For your, (pointing I touch my finger to her small head) own benefit."
"Now with all of that said, me, Petie; am also telling you that right here, right now of all times, at this very moment, we can have that exact kind of fun. That it is okay, and that you can always trust me; you do trust me don't you." "Yes yes!" she's looking at me expectantly now with blue eyes sparkling.
Ohhhhh I love little girls. I've had sex with women up to forty and proud of it, as well as at least 15 my own age. "Man, but the younger the very much better," I thought then, and still do just to a lesser extent now. My girl tastes along with my age have matured, meaning so have the girls I now have a taste for. At the time though... Well, I blame it on puberty! I was sexually maniacal between twelve and seventeen, and man the stories I could tell you. Wait that's what I'm doing.
We're edging around the trees toward the stairs. Trolling down them we then find ourselves at a concrete wall with the sidewalk down below us. I jump down and then tell Paige to jump. Catching me off guard she fearlessly leaps laughing shrilly, I stumble as I quickly catch her. "Wow" I say, wondering if she would've normally done that if she wasn't under my influence. "My hero, you caught me."
We got through the neighborhood without a problem. I was positive the parents were still looking around at the park for her, and if not, I was pretty lucky. All this trouble just to avoid the park, otherwise we could have just gone straight to my house from there. Although, I realize it is necessary considering someone could have eye-witnessed me. Yeah this is better. Everyone who knows about it at this point are all well into the search. While I walk into my house with the prize right under their noses. No one needs to see. I snuck her in, and I'll soon guide her out safely... Once I'm done with her."
"Okay come in," She walks softly on the carpet "I'm exited," she whispers. I close the door and strip right there. Shes laughing, "your crazy." I rush next to her, dropping down on the floor, and then gently bringing her merry body on top of me.
"You are super cool to be with," she whispers
"I love you," I whisper coyly.
"Me too" she says reaching just below my chest toward the head of my shaft.
"See you do know about sex. How it's the way anyone can show there love with for each other." She looks at my skeptically saying, "but, well, its not like your supposed to have sex with your brothers or anything like that. So...
"No your right, that's called incest and that IS wrong it's illegal and God doesn't like it."
" He doesn't?"
"No that's why it's looked so down upon. But as for sex, God says it's still fine between any man and woman for pleasure, and to make children.
"What about my parents," she remembers suddenly taking her hand away from my cock. Okay how bout this, lets be quick so you can go back to the park. Okay?
We head up the stairs; we kick Eddie out. He angrily tells me that "Lanny is home and that, I don't want her catching me with 'that'", pointing at Paige, he storms off trying to shoot some remorse or guilt my way as he walks down the stairs. It worked. I imagined Paige's parents who are panicking to a point of hysteria right now. I than realize that the cops have long since been called by now. Dammit!
I close my bedroom door, lock it, turn toward my computer and put my music up loudly. Smells Like Teen Spirit off of Nevermind. I take my hard on, rush over to her, and shove it up onto her mouth. She brushes her lips around and around on it, looking at me from the futon she's sitting on. With her attention I just open my mouth in a big O. She gets it, but then, OWCH. I next tell her, "to try and make sure not to scrape it with her teeth or else it would fucking hurt me. "Okay!?" "Okay... Sorry," she says unsure now. Her mouth comes up to the head and she has her thin lips wrap around the head, only barely even fitting around it. She even huffs her cheeks a little. Puffs them up looking at me cutely. "Yeah, I like that." She giggles then wraps the little lips around not even the complete head, and that's as far as she can make it go. "More," I groan trying to shove her further down my dick. "Oww!" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Petie, I swear I was trying..." "It's fine"
Nope not gonna fit. Dammit!!! I rip off her clothes, placing her on her back, I climb on top of her probing each nipple with a careful finger and thumb. Now staring at the her tiny body, with scrawny legs and disproportional feet; I rub her legs lustfully, she moans softly, and I kiss her feet, toe by toe. Now, admiring her hair, so thin and delicate; her skin the sweetest pale, so soft and so very bare. She is something of such glorious innocence. As well as the ultimate sin at the same time. I start to finally rub the baby slit, and watched as it got redder and redder. I keep rubbing it as it warms and eventually little beads form around the "what-would-be pussy hole." I fish around as I eat, and am still astonished at how the tightness is so much so, that I can't even find the hole! She is highly enjoying the activity by this time and even looks at me frustrated when I stop. "I want more!" She exclaims. I think of how I've completely tainted this little girl now, how her parents will have be forced to deal with whatever serious lifelong infliction I have just mentally instilled in her. Just so I could get my jolly's off. I'm a creep. I vow to myself that, I'm no longer messing around with anywhere below eleven years old; once they are fully into puberty, because by then they want it for themselves anyway.
Laying reclined on my futon, I pick the tiny blonde up from her waist and with a twist, I turn her bottom upwards and toward me; bringing her vulva to my lips and spinning her face to my crotch. "Now you can play with it until it bursts." From my leg she asks, "bursts?" "You'll see..." I say, as she's kissing the shaft fondly, then playing with the head some more with her mouth.
I then show her how to properly stroke. "This is vital to making a boy feel good," I instruct.
"Just like you did for me?" She squeeks.
"Uhhuh, exactly," I groan.
She's wrapping both hands around my wood, hardly able to even touch her fingers together; as the weight can cause her grip to break unless held tightly. "Ohhh. Right there, underneath the head," I tell Paige. "There you go, and all the way... There back up, make sure to get that spot... Uh faster." She does. For about half an hour.
While, "OHHHH," she screams as I bury my tongue savagely on her slit. It still doesn't loosen any. Another 20 minutes has passed by now, and Oh My God she tastes sooooo good, almost as if kiddie snatch tastes sweeter. Haha.
I slobber on my pinkie and force it around her gloriously small vulva now. I want to penetrate her. I want to feel inside. I tease the tiny lips while trying to ease the finger inside. More spit. Much more tongue, slobbbering, sucking, and teasing her pussy; while she shows how much she likes it by whimpering intensely. I would reach back and tickle her feet also, eventually moving from one foot to the other with my mouth; wanting to enjoy the baby skin succulence until I came. Each little toe entering my mouth slowly. The pinky one i bite down on slightly. "OH. This little piggy likes sex huh?" I kid, she laughs impishly for a bit, and I'm finally making progress with my little finger. Taking advantage I stick it in deeply, very slow, and as I do so she starts groaning fast and getting loud. MMMMMHHAAAOWowowowowowo. I retract it. Owowowowwowo. "It hurts..." She cries.
"I'm gonna slip it back in okay just relax, it only hurts like this at first, I pinky promise." OwwwOwwwOwww. Don't think she got that one. I keep on doing it -- in and out, staring in fascination, slowly and steadily. In and out. I definitely did not want to pop her little kid cherry though. So I had to be careful.
"Play with Petie's cock!" I commanded her. She goes back to it, while I'm fingering her steadily. She's just grunting now. When I look over at her, she sees me as from afar; her eyes very glazed, her arms dangling as I now roughly finger-fuck her. Oh yesss. I think she's liking it. Watching her little face was about to finally bring me to the edge. I pull the finger out, stand up, take my pole in hand and while stroking it I stare down at Paige. Looking like -- she knows now what the very meaning of all of this finally is -- she gingerly brings her little hands around my helmet. Circling and then. Stroking. "Do that back and forth. No... Yes, There you go. Do that and, then, that... Ohh yeah just like that Paige." Soon I was feeling an explosion that was going to be well worth the potential hell storm! From my window I've been watching and listening to cop cars everywhere, just casually Shhhhing Paige as she got too loud.
I would finish!
Oh shit. Release. Beautiful realease. I came all over her. The first squirt making her gasp, close her eyes, cover her face with her arms and turn-away. The last streams landing all over her right side and into her hair. She screams loudly. Jizz is all over her little body, running all the way down her legs, and into pools on the floor. Surrounding her snatch as she sits, lowering her arms from her face she slowly gets onto her side and then just plops down covering her body in the rest of the seed. Awesome.
Well my sister banged on the door after hearing that last scream. Paige, was crying afterwards and may have gone into some kind of shock. She would not move from that same spot or position and barely respond when Lanny tried to rouse her. Lanny yelled at me. Lanny cried. A lot. She told me how the cops had actually stopped by! They had been doing checks around the park. Lanny had acted smoothly and told the officers that it was just her in her room studying. When they asked otherwise, implying the music; annoyed, she assured them that that's how she studied, and with plenty of teen angst asked, "if that was it!?" They hurried away. She hadn't wanted cops in our home for any reason, that's just our family; because when she walked in on Paige, on the floor absently touching the cum on her testing what it was, with such a dazed, expressionless look... She still hates me to this day for that.
My brother, sister, and I decided to drag her and dump her. That's what we did. We crushed up and forced down a couple of Benadryls, some Melatonin, and one of my moms Klonopins (perfectly safe -- plus, she spit out like half of everything, so it was just right.) and we waited. Once that kicked in, we took her out around the back yard. Me and Ed walked her up the street, away from house and park while Lanny stayed by the house and the intersecting main street, looking for cops, and ready to shout up at us. "We have to take her all the way around?" Eddie asks. "No" I growl, "we can't, we have to hurry." I turn across the street and up on to a bisecting street another block over. We left her. She was crying then, and as I was leaving had been laying down on a patch of grass on the block-corner. "Goodnight Paige. I love you and I was glad to teach you about love," I tenderly told her. "Please don't tell anyone oKay, or else they'll hurt me. I Love you forever, and remember, I would never think to hurt you. Okay... Bye."
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