Date: Wed, 09 Feb 2005 16:23:55 +0000 From: Ano Nym Subject: Little Timmy (Chapter 3) ANOTHER ANNOYING DISCLAIMER : Hey, guess what ? If you are under the legal age concerning any sort of porn, you can't read this ! A few : Canada : 18 // USA : Some states 18, some states 21 || Also, this is about alternative, shocking sexual issues. So far, this story includes : mF-incest, mm, mMF-incest, mf and mfF-incest. Already offended ? Stop here. By the way, even if this work is produced under a pseudonym, by simple respect of intellectual property you shouldn't be quoting it, reproducing it, totally or in parts, without my written consent. However, I don't happend to open ALL the e-mails I receive. To know WHICH emails I DO open and WHICH I DO NOT, refer to the Contacting Me section at the end of this chapter. --Chapter 3-- ***---*** From the author : Love springs out of everywhere, at any moment and for any reason. Or even for no reason at all. It's abstract, unconscious of it's existence and therefore unconscious of it's impact in the real world. In the end, the most innapropriate, dumb and misplaced love declaration can be the most heartfelt one, too. This chapter is about love in all it's forms, good or bad, interested or not. I know it's been a long time since the previous one, but as a lot happend in there, and a lot happened in MY real life too, I had some difficulties to put it togheter. This difficult birth resulted into something that feels a little different from the other chapters, so I'd like to hear from you to know if the direction I took still fit with this story. I'll be waiting ! Enjoy ! ***---*** Fear was taking over me when the plastic touched the outer lips. This time I really would feel it, as the dildo was HUGE. In fact, this one was bigger than any cock I took in my life. Timmy looked at me, grinning, just teasing me, pushing me out of the limits of sanity. He wanted me to be as wild as last night, and he was working me the right way. He rubbed the tip of the dildo up and down the lips of my cunt, already integrating his newly acquired knowledge, just waiting for me to go crazy. My glazed look must have told him more than I wanted, because he knew exactly which sentence would overcome my need of safety. After all, with what I planned for the continuation of our relationship, I wasn't even minding anymore about my pussy being litterally ripped off. "I'm gonna fuck you soon Mommy... Are you ready ?" "OH TIMMY ! SLAM IT INSIDE ! YOU KNOW I WANT IT !!" Being a good little boy, Timmy did as he have been asked and in one powerful movement of his hips he forced the whole tool up my pussy. I immediatly felt a pain so intense that I tought I was back when I lost my cherry. I wanted this, I wanted him to make me live my defloration again. I was losing my pedophile virginity. "AAAWW ! SHIT ! IT HURTS ! AAH GOD HELP ME I FEEL SO STRETCHED ! BANG ME TIMMY !" "But mommy it hurts you..." "TIMMY ! WILL YOU FUCK ME FOR CHRIST'S SAKE ! AAAARRRRGH !!!" He pulled out slowly, taking his time not to hurt me. I was MAD. "FUCK ME HARD ! FUCK ME FAST ! FUUUUUUUUUUUCK ME ! DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND ? RIP ME OFF TIMMY !!!" Timmy resigned himself to do as he was asked and he swung his hips forward, smacking his belly against the upper region of my mound, then driving out quickly and jabbing in once again. Every single thrust of his was breaking my body, crashing my vagina into pieces. A nasty atmosphere rose as I watched my son about to cry, listening to my screams of pain, yet fucking me in the wildest way. However I felt more and more comfortable with this monster destroying my insides, the pain going away and letting in the most intense pleasure of my life : I done it. In a way, I lost my cherry to my seven years old son. The dildo was now stimulating both my lips and clitoris and I was going crazy with lust and blissful pain in an overdriving euphoria. "YEAH ! YEAH ! YEAH ! THAT'S IT ! OH G-O-O-O-OD ! GO ON WILD !" When Timmy saw I was getting lots of pleasure out of this, he went even wilder. My voice jumped each time he smacked his body upon mine, electrifying my mind when he drove the tool deep inside me. My canal was so used, so sore, I felt nothing else than my swollen clit and the pleasant (yet obsessing) friction of the plastic cock on my outer lips. My blond-haired angel was turning into a little demon, fury flaming in his eyes, which were locked to mine. He was breaking in harder each time, unleashing a devastating violence, his lips firmly shut. I was holding my legs on my shoulders in order to let him deeper since the very start of our fucking, but Timmy sank the dildo inside of me and forced me to lay on my back, him on top of me. Then he stopped humping me and asked me in his childish voice... "You like that ?" The extreme turn-on. A child doing dirty talk. I don't think he was conscious of the effect his words produced on me. I felt the dildo going backwards. "Ohhh shit... Timmy... don't stop... please..." "You" SMACK! He forcefully, quickly went in and out. "Like" SMACK! "That ?" SMACK! I was going mad... where have he learnt this ??? He was SEVEN ! " oooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH I LOVE IT !!!!!!!!!!!!" Then he repositionned the dildo so it was tightly pressed to the upper region of my swelling cunt. My clit... "I love you Mommy..." Then SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK! non-stop, like a rabbit. He was stimulating my clit in a way no one did before and I was cumming in no time. "AAAAAARGH ! Unnnnnnnnnnnghhhhh...hhh...hhhhhhhhhhaaaaa ! TIMMY ! I LOVE YOU TOO !" I took him in my arms and pulled him to me, locking the dildo in the deepest areas of my shaking body. I nearly broke him, I pulled so strong. My hands undid the strap of the dildo and my son jumped towards my face, slipping through my arms, plunging his dick in my screaming mouth. He started humping my face and, as my mouth was wide open, both his tiny penis and his sweet testicules slipped in as he urged me to suck him off as promised. I was in total pain as the dildo was still all the way inside me. "Mommy, please, suck me, please Mommy, do it now, my pee-pee burns, it hurt Mommy, please help me Mommy, suck it !" His immature voice started to vibrate, taking tones of extreme distress as he litterally started to cry, pushing his hips in my face. "MOMMYYY ! SUCK IT !! IT HURTS !!!" I gathered my forces, went through the pain and licked his cock, sucking his balls. I massaged the waiting head under the foreskin, which I tried my best to push back, and Timmy sighed an extended yeah. But after the first wave passed, one of relief, my loverboy was submerged by a flow of ecstatic feelings, causing his hips to buck upon my face. He fucked my mouth with total abandon and his ballsack plopped out of my mouth, causing his foreskin to retract, exposing his gem to my probing tongue. I polished the head of his prick with increasing speed, driving him wilder and wilder, smacking his beautiful white, hairless, smooth little body against my head, swinging his spit-soaked nuts on my throat. Then in a superb collision, his hips bashed right in my face with more force, and he went rigid, screaming. I wasn't caring about what he was saying as I was still insanely stretched down there, but I sure gave attention to the vibrations of his dickie. If he had been a little older, 9 spurts of hot, tasty semen would have dribbled down my throat. Instead, it was his exhausted body which dribbled off mine, as I finally got an occasion to retire this monster from my pussy. The dick was bloody red and left my insides destroyed and bleeding. Exactly as I wanted to. This way I would get a paid workbreak for medical condition and then get an operation to tighten back my cunt. But really retighten it. Enough to feel Timmy inside of me without any effort. But there would be no penetrations until that, even with the most little thing on earth ! It felt so fragile, I would have to strictly do oral sex. As I was thinking about this, I felt a pair of lips on my right nipple. "Goodnight Mommy... I love you soooo much... but I can't stand it anymore." "That's alright Timmy. Mommy is finished too." He sucked my nipple and we both drove to sleep. ***---*** It was raining outside. It was raining inside, too. Inside of me. That got to be the worst night of my life. I couldn't stop touching myself ! I haven't even been able to close my eyes, I was so excited. But as the day rose, I felt cheap. Timmy's words were roaming in my head... "No Andy ! I mean, don't be mad at me... I... don't know why, it just happened..." So he wasn't wanting to kiss me... what if Timmy wasn't in love with me ? I was now definetly in love with him ! I was afraid of giving him a call and the more time passed, the more I tought it would be better if I just tried to escape him today. Anyway tomorrow was Monday, and that meant physical ED. There would be Timmy-o-plenty. Timmy is a sports divinity, he always bring his team to victory. He is so marvellous in this tight sport shirt defining the curves of his... of his... his... of his sexy body. God I am so ashamed... I'm a queer ! I love a boy... Why is it happening to me !? What have I done to be excited by my best friend ? And since I touched him... I just wanna repeat it again and again. I'm gonna ask Mom to tell Timmy I'm at Sally's and I'm gonna stay home... yep that's what I gonna do. Through the sunlight, my little soldier was still in service. So let's go again... ***---*** I was covered in sweat and I could feel my blood still boiling in my veins. Timmy was shining, both his wet pale skin and his silk-like shirt reflecting the flickering lights of the lockersroom. Most of the people were already out, but Timmy was searching his towel to cover his naked body while going to the showers. We were allowed to shower after Physical ED because our class ended at dinner-time. But Timmy would never find his towel... I had it, and hid it. I suggested to help him to search it and when everybody was out except the two of us, I started to feel his butt through the fabric. "Why would you cover yourself while going to the shower... there is really nothing to be ashamed of... believe me." "What are you talking about Andy ?" "The other day Timmy... I fell in love with you... I can't stand it anymore, I want to know if you love me too..." He turned back and looked deep into my eyes, brought his lips to mine and we shared a slow, delicious kiss. Our mouths separated and we silently held our bodies close to each other's. "Andy... I love you too..." I quickly went back at his lips and we swung backwards until we crashed on a locker and continued to passionately kiss. We were grinding our penises togheter, gyrating our hips, caressing each other with great lust. I grabbed his shirt and lifted it, pulling away to remove it completely and I watched his perfect body. "I'm gonna wash you Timmy. No need for a shower." With that, I started licking his neck, then gone down to his chest. I needed his skin under my tongue. "Ohh... Andy, not here ! What if we got caught !?" "Slurp... slurp... Don't be ridiculous... slurp... Timmy. Nobody... slurp... come in here at dinnertime ! I need to eat a little..." I was flipping his left nipple under my tongue, kissing the aureola lightly, massaging the other one with my hand, when a strong odor surrounded my nose. Something like watermelon, but obviously dirtier. Then I felt his hands through my sweaty-wet, bent down spikes and understood immediately : his now exposed armpits were the source of this succulent aromatic flow. Usually, I would have found the idea unacceptable, digusting, but yet I had to taste it, I had to lick up the remainder of his athletic effort, his body juice. My head drifted up to the point of origin of his hypnotic smell and my tongue finally splashed in the puddle of accumulated sweat. Strangely, it was soooo good. And the most surprising thing is that it wasn't sweat that was tasting great to me : it was Timmy's sweat. Big difference. I was addicted to his body. But I left this area quickly when I felt a bulge between his legs. My tongue rolled down to his navel, where I probed and tickled, before I undid his shorts... I faced the underwear, grabbed the waistband, and pulled it down to finally face his pee pee, the place from which I could make my lover feel better than anything. After one minute or so of smelling, I did it : my hands were off his penis when I licked it, lenghtwise. Delicious, just that... ***---*** Damn. I had a Monday off and my stupid lil sis forgot her lunchbox home. So who's gonna bring it back to her ? Me, who else? That morning my mother told me on the phone that she haven't got the time to do it herself, she would have been late at work... and now I couldn't find the lil bitch. I was loosing my time man ! Hum... her last class was physical ED, maybe she was still joking in the girls' lockersroom with her friends. But I couldn't enter there, I'm fifteen and a boy ! I would have looked like a pervert ! And probably would have acted like it too... So I decided to get in by the boys' lockersroom and call her name by the door that communicates between the two lockersroom. I pushed the door and immediatly I felt I did something wrong as I perceived something like kids moaning. It was soon confirmed when I heard a boyish voice... "Andy... awww Andy, stop licking and suck it, I need you to... ohhh, I love you so..." Instantly I was aroused. These dirty words in this innocent voice... it was so unreal ! I had to see it by my own eyes. I tiptoed from locker to locker, following the moans. When I felt I was behind the closest block of lockers, I glanced forward and I saw it. The little Timmy Walker, whose father have been murdered, being sucked off by his friend Andy Larson. I knew Andy very well, as he was a good friend of my sister Sally. We have been playing togheter since... well, since he was a baby ! Both were in my sister's class and were known to be best friends, ever since Timmy lost his father. Always togheter, Andy was Timmy's help to get through it but... could it be that the game wasn't about simple friendship ? Oh God, it sure wasn't about friendship! I undid my pants and an incredible 6 inches sprung out ! SIX ! I hardly got 5 1/4 normally ! I started to jack off in contemplation and I got feelings of an intensity I can't explain. Sis had a crush (well, the way she talked about him I could feel it) on lil Andy but I HIGHLY preferred Timmy now that I realised how sexy they were, even if Andy was one hell of a turn-on too. Was it queer or gay or pedo or anything, I wasn't giving a fuck ! It wasn't the first time I felt like this and... That blonde angel being sucked by this sweaty black-haired kid got to be the most exciting thing I ever saw and I would dig it for sure until the end. In fact, watching wasn't enough for me... "Having fun Andy ?" I said stroking my hard, twitching dick. They stopped moving completely, like under a spell. "How sad would it be if all the school knew that you two are sucking each other and... loving each other. I heard that, too..." "Shawn ! You wouldn't do that ? Oh please Shawn don't !" "I won't Andy... Sally love you so much that it would hurt her to know you are a queer. I don't wanna hurt my lil sister. But you got to help me out tho..." "Whatever you want !" "Lemme feel your lover..." Both of them understood then that my intentions were sexual. "NO ! Not that ! Please, Shawn, it's not his fault, it was my idea to suck him off here and now !" "You are in no position to negociate." "Andy, that's okay... let him touch me and everything's gonna be okay." "No Timmy, it's all MY fault : *I* must pay !" "What would you give me in exchange ?" "Me. Take me." "I prefer Timmy. He's sexier." "I will let you do me everything you want !" "Everything ?" "Everything." "Even if it hurts ?" "Even... if it hurts." "Ok then... seems a good deal to me. You can go Timmy. And not a word about this, otherwise you'll see I can talk too." "Andy ! No ! I don't want you to suffer..." "Timmy... please, I don't want you to pay for MY mistake ! I should have listened to you, you told me we would get caught ! Timmy... go away..." He looked back, then at Andy, approached close to him and they shared a timid, reserved french kiss, right before my eyes. I was on the edge of spurting everywhere. I was glad I haven't tried to get both at the same time... they were so beautiful, so innocent, I would have been remorseful. Now I got Andy's consent to do whatever I wanted... Timmy got away and I closed in on my pray. Andy then noticed how big my cock was and his eyes were glued to it. "Naked." said I. He lifted his shirt over his shoulders, revealing a smooth chest, his adorable little tummy extended then poked a little somewhat out. As Timmy, he was bodily perfect to me. He undid his pants, revealing two hairless long legs and his underwear-covered genitals. He finally slipped his hands under the ultimate waistband and exposed his erect cock to me... I turned around him slowly, occasionally getting a grasp of his delicate boyskin. How could I have been so stupid... hanging around with girls was so dumb compared to this. This was what I really was into. I read about it so many times, wondering if I was a boylover myself, always trying to erase these toughts of my mind, getting back to these teenage sluts. Now I was there. And nothing could stop me, I'd go as far as my body would allow me to, whatever Andy's lil body would think of it. I knelt down and cupped his bubble butt, pushing the cheeks apart to reveal his rosebud. I was hesitant as I never had sex with a boy, and would have surely preferred to get a taste of his cock, but I certainly wouldn't last that long. I reluctantly flicked my tongue against his shithole. Dear Lord ! The taste was disguting ! But I couldn't fuck him without getting him propoerly lubed before, it wasn't about torture after all. And... I must say I got some admiration for the kid. In a way, I was touched by the courage he shown protecting his lover. So I tried once again, this time burrying my tongue inside the anus. The flavor was still horrible, yet I found out how tight he was and it made the idea of fucking his ass a must-do. While I was still orally making him loose and slick, I recalled that I still had my sister's lunchbox with me. I stopped eating him and checked in the lunchbox to find out a little cup of mayonnaise. I dipped my fingers in it and applyed some on his asshole. I was massaging the puckered hole when my middle finger plopped in. I pushed it aaaaaaall the way in and then aaaaaaaaall the way out, veeeeeery slowly. Andy started to moan, so I knew I could accelerate, feeling all his tightness and resistance. All of a sudden, I added two fingers up his ass. He tensed up and started to whine. I fingered him that way for something like 3 minutes and then I knew I got to get in. I wiped the mayonnaise cup with my dick head and forced my sexual slave to bend over with my hand. He was soon on all four, my mayonnaise-covered glans pressed against his forbidden opening... "Are you ready for me sexy boy ?" "What ?" "I'm gonna fuck you." "What ?! What do you mean ?" That explained the tightness... Holy shit... I tought him and Timmy already done it but... he was still a virgin ! "I mean this." I pulled his legs to me and impaled him on my hard six inches, driving them in his tight anus all at once. I felt stupid to have considered, someday, that the better place to push a dick in was a girl's cunt. I was getting feelings in high-resolution, my cock gripped inside, constricted in the long fleshy spasming tube. The contractions were violent and quick, as if this little ass was urging me to fuck my brain out with passion, to trash my hips in this beautiful white, naked, seven years old butt... but Andy was screaming loudly, tears running down his cheeks, in pain. I couldn't let him cry and yell like this, someone passing near the lockersroom would have inevitably heard him. I felt a spike going through my heart as I grasped his smooth, tender neck. My hips then went on autopilot, rapidly bucking against his beautiful bubblebutt, and I approached his ear, whispering and pumping in total twisted ecstacy... "You little fuck... I didn't meant to hurt you... but you're so tight, I needed it, will you understand, will you love me anyway ? Why were you screaming man ? Why are you pushing me to strangle you like that, huh ? I don't want to hurt you, why are you so cute ? I loved Timmy better, if you gave me Timmy, none of this would have occured... Andy little shit, why ? Why ? Why ? Now I love you too, now I want you too, I will not be able to live if I can't fuck you everyday... Do you hear my skin slapping yours, can you hear our bodies smacking togheter ? Awwwww fuck yeah! it's coming for you, my balls are boiling and that's all YOUR fault..." ***---*** Heavy. My head was heavy, Shawn was heavy, the PAIN was heavy... the pleasure was heavy too. I understood nothing. I was broken, raped, leaking of air but still, everytime he bottomed inside, he bumped against a button, a protruding little something which gave me the best sensations in the whole world. I never suffered that much in my whole life, but still, I felt that raising greatness coming from my genitals, I felt it blowing a hole through the wall of pain that blocked the access to my brain, I was healed by that pleasure... I felt awfully bad. I was tortured, my face crisped, my ass on fire and my throat was starting to hurt. And I needed to breathe. Shawn was talking, but I understood nothing... I was in panic. Then he suddently crashed in me, both by inside and outside. I felt his sweaty chest rolling on my tiny, weak little back, all his weight coming down on me. Inside, his enormous pee-pee collided with my sensitive spot and I got some relief. But it stayed there this time. Shawn screamed, his mouth one inch away from my ear... then his tool started to vibrate upon this mysterious thing up my ass and I felt nothing else than an invading heat, a tearjerking joy shaking my body and adding to the tears that were already dropping. His thing pulsed, as if it shot something inside me, and each time it did, I felt better than before. At the tenth pulsation, he slipped off me and fell on the floor as if he was dead. A few seconds after his massive weiner retired from my sore bottom, and stopped stimulating my inner button, all the pain came back, my legs gone shaking and I fell on him. I was totally spent as I went through the most tremendous joy and the worst pain of my life at the same time, I just couldn't get away. Two long arms raised from my back and hugged me by the stomach and a pair of lips touched my neck. To my surprise, Shawn was crying... "Oh Andy... how could I have done this to you... it was so wrong, I must have gave you so much pain. The worst is all I want is to do it again, even if I love you and don't want to hurt you..." I was out of force, I couldn't move... I guessed the best thing to do was to talk back. I would be able to think of something else than the pain. "If you don't want to hurt me, why would you love to do it again ?" Shawn seemed surprised to have a response. "Well, if you ever burry your dick... eh, dick is another word for your weiner... anyway, if you ever drive it down in the ass of an handsome, beautiful boy, who's younger than you and all innocent... you'll understand the feelings it brings you. You were my first boy and already I'm addicted, I don't love girls anymore. I'm in love with you..." In love with me ? God, why rape me then ? "I tought you loved Timmy..." "Yeah I do too... but now I know how tight you are, I'm aware of the softness of your skin and goddamn it you are so courageous, honest and stuff... you don't act like the kid you are, it's as if you were really in love with Timmy..." "I am !" "Yeah but at your age that's so unusual... and all this love for him make me... love you. I'd love to find a little boy just like you, faithful to his lover, faithful.. to me... I love you more than I love Timmy now." "Why ?" "You know, I've been suspicious I loved little boys like you for a long time... I would be a lier if I told you that I never had desires while we played togheter, even if I always repressed this idea. But all the time, I never took in consideration these kids' state of mind... aw, clearly, I was strictly looking the bodies. Not because boys' thoughts were not interesting me, but because I was unable to picture a kid having real love for someone else than his parents..." "My parents hate me. I hate them too. They always preffered their work to me and now that my little bro is there, it's all about him. I'm pretty sick of that. Oh! Damn! My ass hurts so much !" As I said that, one hand left my belly and went on my hips, followed the curves of my buttcheeks and started to tease my flaming hole, probing it, mostly by massaging it. All sorts of strange sounds escaped from there, and it felt like a slimy liquid was dripping off my butt. The sensation was however pleasant and soothing for my poor bottom. "Yeeaaahh..." I automatically, unwillingly sighed in relief. In reaction to my approval, my rapist pressed harder against my puckered ring, going in ample circles around it. Lovely was the only word to qualify the result and I realised in total shock that it wasn't that bad to be in Shawn's arms. Actually, it was so comfortable, warm and wet that I have unconsciously been snuggling upon him since we started to talk. His sweaty skin was soft and as I rocked against it, his other hand was rubbing my small penis, getting me hard. I saw him in my head... quick, hot flashes of his muscular body, his red spiky hairs. Thinking of it, he was the sexiest punk I ever saw. Then I got the picture of his enormous weiner everywhere in my head, I couldn't think of anything else than this big, throbbing member. And I felt it, inflating against my right leg, which I slided on it, hoping to bring him nice sensations. He grabbed my woodie and gave it the same treatment, nicely and slowly moving the foreskin. He licked my neck, blowing hot air on it, kissing my shoulders, holding me tighter and closer against him. "Let me bring you pleasure Andy, please, I want to show you my love..." "Mmmmmmmmmmmm! OH ! Shawn... God... I can't love you ! I... Yesss... Oh! I will NEVER love you..." He stopped all he was doing. "I know. But I love you anyway..." "Then... give it to me, give it all to me NOW, and never touch me like this again..." "Why Andy ? Why ?" "Because I would fall in love with you, but I love Timmy more than you, and will forever do. So I would start to hate you because you are getting me all twisted with my real love... you would be no more than a big problem on my way and... I don't want to hate you." "But Andy..." "Ushhh... If I can't love you, at least, don't force me to hate you... come on, do what you got to do..." "I can't. If we must do it that way, I want to do it on my bed. I'll go tell your teacher that I saw you fall and that your bottom hurts very much, and I'll take care of you on your way back home. But we'll go to my house instead. Once there I will give you all I got for you... is that okay with you ?" "Yeah, but the teacher will ask why you are here !" "I will tell the teacher I came to bring my little sister her lunchbox, but as I was searching for her, I saw you falling and was worried and stuff..." ***---*** I opened the door and looked at my black-haired bitch. Because that's all he was. I loved him, he wasn't loving me and he gave me full access to his body in return of something. In his case, it was peace. I thought it was a fair deal and I would love him at my best, more than anyone else ever loved him. I never saw a seven years old so wise, so clever... but he grew all alone and I guess that explains that particular position he adopted towards love. The door was wide open and, as I drank in his eyes, he was questionning my face. I took him in my arms, by both legs and neck, just like a wife you just married, I passed the threshold and closed the door with my feet. Directly, I went to my bedroom, my nuptial room, and he giggled all the while with that boyish voice of his. That melted my insides a little more, made me hotter. Once in the ultimate room, I layed him on the bed delicately and pressed my lips on his and he responded, parting them, allowing me inside and visiting my warm mouth. While we kissed slowly, I fondled his immature, young body, leaving imprints of all his curves in the depths of my memory, sampling the softness of his skin and the taste of his sweet tongue. One of my red spikes rested on his forehead but I only felt it. My eyes were closed, my mind evaporating like fuel, being replaced by his clean scent that filled my nostrils. A symbiotic reaction was happening, I felt him, in my head, flipping the heavy pages of my brain, looking at himself through my own eyes, my own thoughts. His mouth was so small... my tongue exited from the little hole and drove down the lenght of his neck. I fell on the bed in that moment of grace, then I met his shirt. In order to remove it, I looked at his face... his mouth was round and open, exhaling. He looked on elevation and my heart had a jump when I realised that it was the last time I would see this, that it was the facade of a refused relation. Tears welled up my eyes, sadness mixed with love and for the first time in my life, I actually felt romantic. I wasn't just lustful for Andy, I was in love with that seven years old beauty. I wanted to share a perfectly sensual and lovely moment with this kid and I wanted to know if I could get that from him. Through the tears and the pain, I decided to ask... "Andy, little love, if Timmy never got in your life, if Timmy never existed, if this whole rape thing never occured, would I have been able to be your lover ?" "You would have been my first choice..." "Then please, do me a favor... we have one hour and a half ahead of us before Mom gets home with Sally. For this short period of time, do as if Timmy wasn't in your life." "I don't know... well, okay, but only if you promise you'll forget all about this after..." "I swear... So now I ask you the question... Andy, do you love me ?" "Ohhh, Shawn... I... I love you more than anything on Earth..." My trembling heart nearly broke when I heard these words... "Andy... my love, I do too..." My hands hastily rolled his shirt up, exposing an adorable navel and these two pretty nipples which I sucked right on sight. Never have I been so worried by the pleasure my partner received from my sexual ministrations than now. It was my sole purpose : make him feel better than anyone else ever did. Bringing my lover, my tender boy to his peak. Andy was the weirdest little boy I ever known. His comprehension of sentiments and emotions, his understanding of the different ways of thinking was stunning for a seven years old. And there I was, sucking at the delicious nipples of this phenomenal boy, driving lovingly my hands down his tummy, towrds his pants... towards his undies... I felt his little penis through his pants, then undid them, licking the nipples, this time feeling the small dick through the fabric of his undies. Memories, memories... not without sadness, I released his nipples. "Do you remember, Andy, two years ago, when we played in the pool togheter... you know, that hot day where I used swim between your legs..." "Ohhh yeah..." "Everytime my neck brushed against your tight swimsuit... I hope you understand that it wasn't a repeated error... it was on purpose. Then I finally did it, I lifted you by this area, the back of my hand over your sweet ass and my fingers cupping both your dick and balls... It was the last thing we did togheter that day... do you remember, I disapeared... well now I'll tell you : I ran to my bedroom and I jacked off all day, thinking about you." "Mmmm... What is jacking off ?" "Well, this is jacking off," I masturbated my little love through his underwear with quick motions. "and I done it the rest of the day and all night long, thinking about what my hand felt on that day. By the next morning, I decided that it was wrong and I forgot about it. But when I saw you with Timmy today... man, the feelings... first I spotted Timmy, because he's the most beautiful one... I've been thinking I laid my hands on the wrong one two years ago... but I was wrong. You're not just beautiful, you are adorable. I laid my hands on the right little boy, and look... today, my hand is back there, one underwear away from your jewels..." "Awww SHAWN ! Pull it off ! Stop teasing... I NEED to feel YOU down there..." He was REALLY into it, playing the game. Never have I been so excited to execute an order. I contemplated my young lover, sliding my hand on his leg, bringing the last waistband down. For the second time, I saw Andy's hard prick. But it was all different. I wasn't under the effects of a rush of adrenaline and animal lust. My passion was equally intense, yet this time locomoted by a strong, heartfelt love. I lodged my nose in his ballsack, smelling the mesmerizing odor of his genitals. "Sssssssuck it..." I nearly fainted when I heard this. Okay, I planned to do this, but to hear Andy actually commanding me to do it in such a sensual way, man, that got to be the most aphrodisiac thing that happened to me. I blown hot hair on his dick, exposed the head and started to suck immediatly. If Andy's shithole tasted like... well, tasted like shit, his tiny cock sure tasted heavenly great. It was sweet and sour with a hint of spicy flavors and I washed it with the slowest motions my tongue allowed me to do as I wanted to save some dry, tasty areas for later. All my movements were smooth and slow, even if underneath, I sucked like mad. But unfortunately, the lenght of my back and forth motion was so little that my neck was getting tired quickly. Once again, Andy spoke at the right moment... "Ungh ! Oh God yeah !! It feels so gooooood... oh Shawn, my love, lemme suck you too..." I choked on that comment and accidentaly blown his cock out of my mouth. "Honey, it will taste awfully bad... don't forget that mine went up your ass with mayonnaise not so long ago and that I haven't took any shower..." "I wanna make you feel good..." "I don't want you to have this taste in your mouth when you'll think of me... besides, there is something that would give me more pleasure than that..." His face froze and a dead silence fell on us. Ten empty seconds passed. "I thought you loved me... but you want to hurt me ! You lied to me, you just want my body !" "No Andy ! No ! Don't think that ! There's a way to do it so it do not hurt... but it's much longer and you will have to get through some pain at first..." "I don't want to do that..." "If you get past the pain, you will find the most intense source of pleasure... you must have felt it when I fucked you earlier today... when I was deep inside, I bumped against something and it was doing good... well, think about it. Imagine you are feeling absolutely no pain, just that wonderful thing..." Andy looked at me with a confused face. He was trying to figure out if it was worth it... Never ever have I been so proud to have played with my ass at ten, putting cucumbers up inside. I blessed those things I saw on the Internet that pushed me to do it. "I'll trust you Shawn... because you're the love of my life and I know you wouldn't hurt me." "Andy... I will take care of you, you'll like it so much you will beg me for more. Wait, I will get some lube." I reached under the bed to pick up my jar of Vaseline. My beloved Vaseline, the tool that made me able to explore my anus all youth long. I loved the slick feeling it provided to me, both when I pushed things up my ass and when I greased my cock and fist with it. I don't have even a single idea of how much jars I emptied in and on my body. As I sometimes fucked the can, plunging my dick directly in the greasy substance and even accidentaly cumming in it, some pubic hairs were inside this old jar, and it had a very funky smell. The scent of a nasty teenager experimenting sex... and on that day were I pulled it out again, it was still exactly what I was : a nasty teenager experimenting sex. It made me even hotter. I took some on my fingers and told him to get ready. "Get on all four Andy and raise that cute butt of yours." He swung his hips backwards, leading his exposed anus right upon my extented finger, which I circled around to losen him some more. But soon I realized this attention wasn't necessary as he was still slack from his rape. Also, I was so boiling hot, losing some time around would just lead me to shoot my load everywhere and waste a good opportunity to give him a great fuck experience. I knew Timmy wouldn't give him this great fullness sensation, a throbbing, hot, living member sticked up here... oh, how good must it feels ! I've never experienced it, but just imaginating it, my prick was sparkling. A great fuck was a way to get Andy back, begging me to fuck him over and over again. Whatever Timmy would stick there, it wouldn't bring him half of the pleasure my dick would. For the second time that day, I pushed against his anus. My hands ran slowly, lovingly all around his back and tummy. He was tensed up and nervous and I knew it wouldn't work out great if I done nothing to calm him down. I caressed his dick and balls and slowly jacked him off, whispering. "Concentrate on this, Andy. You know I love you, I wouldn't hurt you. But you need to do an effort yourself to enjoy this. Relax all your muscles, abandon yourself to the pleasure and stop apprhending my entry..." The purple head stretched the hole slowly, Andy breathed deeper and slower at every second and I knew he would soon be no longer able to hide the pain he felt. My glans was almost entirely in when he started to cry silently. I kept pushing my boner inside of him, in no hurry, and his anus finally closed itself behind the glans. I stopped there and took a soothing, lovely voice. "Ohhhh Andy... it feels so good to be inside of you. I love you so much... relax now, in a few minutes, you should be used to the size of my dick." I fondled his body while rubbing my chest upon his back, feeling his warmth and reducing the tension in his nervous muscles. Often I tweaked his little nipples, embracing this minuscule frame of his. Then I kissed his neck and drove one hand in direction of his penis, which was soft now. I grasped the exposed member and gave a few strokes, making Andy moan... "Mmmh, ohhh Shawn, push it in..." I took my grip on his legs and penetrated his self by his backdoor. The more I went in, the more his fragile frame was shaking, but as he gave me no clear indications of pain, I continued to slowly make my entry. After all, I raped him earlier, it wasn't as if he would have been virgin. I felt his spasming sphincters around my pulsing cock, his ass sucking me in : I was home, where I belonged. All areas of my prick were stimulated, grasped, released and heated up and before I could even bottom in, he jumped. "Aww ! Shit, Shawn, oh God, you're against it ! I don't know what it is but you're bumping against something in me and it feels... ahhh YEAH !" I slammed in the half-inch that was remaining and started to flare my glans around inside. "Shhhhhhhhhhiiiiit ! Oh YEAH ! Keep on UNGH! doing this, please ! Oh it feels sooooooooooo good ! I... ohhh ! I don't feel your weiner anymore, ahhhhhhhh ! AHHHHH YEAH !" "Hmpfff... Do you want me to fuck you, honey ?", I said panting, my brain pulsing with each of these contractions that were tying to milk my dick out. "AWWW YEAH ! FUCK ME ! FUCK ME SHAWN ! FUCK ME RIGHT NOW !" I needed no further indication as to what I should do by that time. I slowly pumped my dick in his tight little ass, enjoying each and every little move Andy would do, each solid grip of his spasming anus on my hard rod. I thought it was twisted and insane, but little did I know the nastier of us was Andy. "AHHH SHIT ! FUCK ME HARDER SHAWN ! YEAH ! LIKE THAT ! FASTER ! FASTER !!! OHHHH ! You're so big... I feel your heat... but... THAT'S NOT HARD ENOUGH ! RAPE ME ! BE MY LOVELY TEEN RAPIST ! COME ON !" His throat was totally distorted, dirty, granulized from his screaming. But with his high-pitched little boy voice ringing background, he never sounded so sexy. I humped him hard and fast, unleashing the bestial power that lays inside every human being. Each time I bottomed in, my ballsack slapped randomly between his hairless legs, sending a thrilling pain to my brain, which wasn't always responding. I was half-conscient, both hands on his asscheeks, rocking his ass so fast and hard I tought I was trashing on low gravity. Andy was exhausting, always asking for more, constantly commanding me to bang him wilder, pushing my body beyond it's limits when he finally seemed to get some satisfaction. "AHHH ! YEAH HONEY ! THAT'S IT ! I FEEL IT ! IT'S HAPPENING ! KEEP GOING LIKE THAT !!" This kid was mad. Calling me honey just encouraged me to pump a little more energy from the muscles of my hips to bring him harder to orgasm. I was personally disappointed, knowing he would obviously cum before me... but I wasn't really caring, my brain was sparkling and my soul was elevating, all his anal squeezing was synchronized with his screaming and it was driving me nuts. My dick was on fire when Andy pushed out the loudest scream I heard in my life : I knew the ride was over... I released Andy and watched him first crash on the bed then roll on his back. He was groping his genitals insanely, still humming with satisfaction and kept on doing so for five minutes. When all his energy died down, I placed a kiss on his forehead and went to the bathroom. I washed my cock, carefully avoiding to make myself cum in the process. When it was all nice and clean, I massaged the exposed head and started to spread my pre-cum over it. In no time, I had a meaty, long and testosterone-smelling cut dick in my hands. When I walked back in my bedroom, Andy was still recovering from his orgasm. He was so damn cute... "Hey, sweetie, I'm still up ! Weren't you wanting to suck me off ?" His only answer was a big growling sound with a broad smile across his lips. I walked to him and hung my prick and balls above his head. Teasing, he did nothing except smiling even more, his eyes glowing in anticipation of my nasty reaction. I slapped his face with my meat, spoiling my boiling precum over his already glistening face. His hands started back roaming over his body, yet this time they were coming upwards, up until my prick was trapped between them. My heart was beating fast : fucking him was something, but to actually see his face as he would suck my load down his throat was mentally thrilling. It wasn't long before I realised it was appearant. "It's so big... hard... nice... and throbbing ! I just want so badly to suck it up ! Are you wanting it as much as me ?" He placed my massive tool under his nose and sniffed it... "It's the only thing I can think of right now..." "If it tastes as good as it smells, I think YOU are going to love this..." He started off by licking my dick like a lollipop, paying extra attention to the head, which was particulary tasty. The look on his face was priceless... all that innocence in his eyes, all his I-behaved-good-so-I-have-a-candy manners were having killer-effects on me. It was hot and cute, nearly theatrical and pornographic, but a big trace of lust made it look realistic as hell. I was drowning in my own delicious thoughts when those fat lips circled my glans... if I ever thought I knew comfort, I was wrong. His tongue brushed my piss slit and I felt a slight suction as he started to work my cock up his mouth. When he got 2 fat inches in, his puffy lips rolled up and down my shaft, leaving me with nothing else to feel than his slimy tongue polishing my penis on every side. It was over, already. My back arched, pushing my hips towards his face, and my cum started to flow in his mouth. Surprised by the unexpected liquid, Andy blew my cock back out of his mouth and received five hot cum ropes right on his face as the remainder dribbled down my balls to fall on his chest. His eyes opened wide, webs of cum in his eyelashes, a questionning look on his face. "What's that tasty liquid ?" "It's called cum. You're gonna shoot some when you'll be a teenager." "Can I have some more ?" "I'm afraid the answer is no, sweetie. But your face is covered with it... let's get you cleaner..." Dick in hand, I scooped the shiny cum that was glowing on his face and fed it back to him. He hungrily ate my offering, overstimulating my tired genitals, definetly addicted to my salty semen. Dead, I crashed on the bed, my eyes accidently rolling in direction of my alarm clock. Panic. "Fuckin' shit ! Andy, you must get the hell outta here !!! Quick !" My greasy lover jumped back in his clothes, still having some trouble walking, but visibly contented. He planted a kiss on my naked tummy and another one on my left cheek. "I'll... always... love you..." Then another one on my lips, leaving the taste of my own cock in my mouth. He massaged my rather flaccid pecs and pulled back. "... too." He went out, wiggling his cute butt on the way, and in my almighty tiredness, the only thing I could do was to watch him. The door slammed... "Me too, Andy... me too." Exhausted, I felt a bitter-tasting remorse hitting me. How could I love this boy ? How could I have messed up such an innocent little seven years old ? He was fooling around with his friend, almost everyone do that... They talked about love but... at their age, the fine line between love and friendship suffers blurring very easily. They were fooling around, probably innocently. And I, I saw sex, I saw an invitation to rape. Then I learnt Andy knew love. He was pure, he was enlighting, a profusion of love exhaling from his soul. Now I took him into debauchery, I stained him. And for that alone I was a monster. Obviously. But the monster was trapped. I couldn't look back to girls. I had my perverted pleasure, I lived my forbidden love... now I had to confront my reality. Which I thought I already did. The souvenirs of that day in the pool were in my head... On that day, while I jacked off, thinking of him, thinking of his exquisite body, I was sure it was over. I had the conviction I assumed myself as a gay pedophile. But when I shot enough cum, when I couldn't pump anything out of my nuts anymore, I was disgusted by that side of me I just uncovered. Sticking things up my ass was something I could accept. It was a lonesome boy playing with his body. But having desires for a five years old boy... caressing his genitals... I couldn't live thinking of me like this. Well, this time, it was the same thing. Except it was worse. I did it. I DID it. I touched the boy. I kissed the boy. I sucked the boy. I fucked the boy... and fucked... no... the fact is, I once fucked the boy. The second time, I made love to the boy. So I touched, kissed, sucked, fucked and loved a seven years old boy. Trying to ignore this would fail, I knew it. I saw the depression coming at me. But let's face the facts : it was about time I dealt with my real self. ***---*** The first thing I did once home was to put one hand in my shorts to calm down my little soldier. I had absolutely no control on it, helplessly suffering his throbbing madness on the way home. Already just walking was tricky, now with that I felt totally handicaped. Every muscle of my body needed relief very badly, so I decided to go to my room. But as I passed by the dinning room, I saw a note on the table. Annoyed, I decided nevertheless to read it, just in case... "Andy, I'm sorry that I am not home this evening. I know you hate babysitters, but your grandmother is very sick and she requested my presence by her side. Dad is with me, so I told Cathy to babysit you for tonight, but she said she couldn't make it right after you get out of school, so as you are old enough to wait for her, I expect you to take care of Kyle. He shouldn't be very troublemaking as we plugged him a miniature TV in his room and he's now watching cartoons, but you know... keep an eye on him. With all my love, Mommy." So my brother got a TV. No one pissed me off as much as my brother. "With all my love", she said ? Well, while you're talking about it mom, where's that love ? Always talking about it, never getting it done. I did get a little more attention then than I did before, but it was a little too late. I had already learnt how to entertain myself without my parents, how to somewhat fill that bottomless hole they dug in my heart. Looking back at it, this was what made me so intimate with Timmy. This was the main reason why that day, my bottom was sore and my pee-pee jumping. On top of that, Kyle was treated like a little king. How I wished he had the sore bottom... and as this idea made it's way to my mind, Shawn's word resonated in my head... "If you ever drive your dick down in the ass of an handsome, beautiful boy, who's younger than you and all innocent... you'll understand the feelings it brings you." Looking at it, I realised that Kyle, apart from being frustrating, was cute, innocent... younger than me. If I "fucked" him, I would be able to understand Shawn's obession, get the relief I most importantly needed and savour a sweet vengeance all at the same time. This time, I wouldn't think of Timmy. I needed to rape Kyle, I needed it so bad I knew I wouldn't have been able to do anything else until I dealt with that. I undid my pants and walked in direction of my little brother's room. I silently opened the door and sneaked in, bending down my underwear. Kyle was on the floor, on his tummy, watching the cartoons on TV. His pants were already too short and the upper region of his butt was on display, making it easier for me to operate. Tiptoeing, I made my way behind him without being remarked and was soon jumping on his little self, gripping his ever-so-stretched waistband and forcing it all the way down. I neutralized my poor little brother quickly, holding his arms and legs upon the floor. I then realized raping him would be an error, as I could disguise this into innocent play at first, then going wild once inside. My weight locked him on the floor and when he calmed down, I instructed him to get on all four on his bed. A painful experience, as my infant bro wasn't a genius and had some problems understanding what I wanted from him. I finally got him half-naked in the appropriate position and I dropped on my knees on the ground, behind him. I removed his pull-ups, which were clear so I knew his bottom wouldn't be full of liquified excrements, and took a feel of his fine ass, massaging his back and brushing his tummy occasionally. My "dick", as Shawn would say, was rock hard already, but I was somewhat apprehending my entry. I fought my fears and while I kept rubbing him, pressed the tip of my weiner against my three years old little brother's anus. And pushed... A tsunami of sensations reduced me into broken pieces of light, giving me the impression of being ethereal, deadly satisfied, floating on a cloud. I slid back... my feets weren't touching the ground anymore... Then I went forwards and picked up my rythm, insanely moaning and yelling how good it was to fuck my bro ! Kyle, on his side, seemed just a little annoyed that I bumped rapidly on his bottom, but nothing else than that. Oh, that made me love him for the first time in my life... because I knew it meant I would be able to do it again and again, as it was painless for BOTH of us. A paradisiac future displayed in my head, a future in which Timmy was my lover and Kyle my naughty games partner. I accelerated, multiplicating the feelings that were assaulting me, litterally spinning my head, uncontrollably. The softness of his skin, the size of his ever so little body and the tightness of his ass were killing me with great vibrations, irradiating through my soul and enlightening me. I was going back and forth like crazy when I felt the end coming up. The sensations were so intense that tears welled up in my eyes when I screamed in relief, finally assuming a desire I had since the very first day I fooled around with Timmy : calming my dick down with Kyle. A second electric shock went up my spine... "Ahhhh ! Kyle ! I love it ! GOD ! I LOVE TO FUCK YOU BRO ! Unnnnnnnnnngghhh YESSS !!!" I was shaking like an epileptic freak, each of my muscles being sollicited in my explosion. Finally, the tsunami resumed in a wave which finally died, and my face crashed upon his back. Paradoxally, even if at first the idea was to rape him, I was now thinking of giving my little brother a reward, just to ensure he would comply to repeat the experience. Starting from the point my lips landed on, I planted subtle kisses all the way up to his ballsack, paying extra attention to his delicious buttcheek. Then, I licked his tiny penis until it was on erection, surprised by the unexpected good taste of it. When Kyle was as hard as he could get, I swallowed his dick and started sucking it lightly, going back and forth, the same way Shawn did to me. Kyle responded with an odd mix of giggles and humming sounds, which I guess was a primitive form of "Oh God that feels so good !". I extended my tongue and circled the head of his pecker with it, sometimes sliding down to the base and getting back up. His body reacted naturally and he started to lay on his back and yell. It was a challenge for me to follow him without getting the candy out of my mouth. But Kyle was challenged too, as he was shaking with pleasure while he tentatively tried to reposition himself. The picture was so funny ! Finally, he reached his position and the real action could begin. I bobbed my head faster on his short member and sucked a little harder, too. We must have been rough at it, because I heard big cracking noises which obviously came from the walls and the floor. Then my brother started to have trouble breathing and his yelling transformed into squeals, high-pitched and absolutely not rythmical. I licked in total madness, knowing the end was near and that the intensity of his sensations was critical if I wanted to fuck him again. His throat blocked in the middle of a squeal and his hips jumped up. I released the twitching little thing and heard Kyle breathing quickly, recuperating. I glanced at his face and he was smiling at me, all fresh and innocent. I kissed his cheeks and we got dressed, enjoying our new, unexpected friendship. ***---*** Whew ! What a day... Ohhhh God... I shouldn't do it here but... ohhh... yesssss... feels good to masturbate a little. Ahhhh... I couldn't believe she did that. She said yes ! It's been a year since I finger my pussy every night thinking how good it would be to have her in my bed, naked. I would massage her breasts, she would finger-bang me... but she craved boys ! I thought the situation was helpless... but her last boyfriend made her suffer so much that she became more and more open talking about trying a girl. Today we had a day off at school, and I decided to finally tell her. I prepared myself all day. Then the phone rang. It was Tania Larson. Her husband's mother was gravely ill and he wasn't feeling like he could take care of her all alone. So I was asked to babysit Andy and his little brother, Kyle. I accepted, but I told Tania that I couldn't make it right after Andy's classes. I wanted to talk to Vanessa first, and as I was sure she would violently reject my love declaration, I anticipated I would have to somewhat "save" our relation before leaving. But no. I walked in and found her watching TV. She was all hyped to see me, as I've been the one providing most of the help to wash away the memories of her ex-boyfriend. That made us close friends. Best friends. I wanted to take it just one step further. So after some regular talk, I broke the ice : "Vanessa... I've got something to tell..." "What is it ?" "I love you, Vanessa..." "But... I do too Cathy !" "No you don't understand..." I placed my hand on her crotch and massaged it hard, applying a huge pression. "I LOVE you, Vanessa." She gently pushed my hand away... "I don't know if I'm ready for this, Cathy..." Then she approached my face... "... but I am ready for this." And it happened. She kissed me. A big, juicy french kiss, in which our tongues twirled and looped around. We were fifteen and discovering love. Real love. I never felt such an intensity. Her arms hooked my back and pulled me to her, squeezing our nipples and breasts against each other's. I slided on her, rubbing my generous chest against her, which got me excited as hell. One hand of mine patted back the jean between her legs... she pulled back. "Cathy, I'm in love with you. But... you know how much I loved boys' bodies. I'm not ready for this yet. Let's go... one step at a time. This kiss, it was the most beautiful kiss I ever shared. That's where we are. I loved the feel of your nipples. It's fine. But don't push it, okay ? I don't wanna ruin our love..." "I understand Nessa... I... I think I'm gonna go now. I've got kids to babysit tonight and don't wanna be late but... tomorrow, in the girls' toilet, after mathematics, I'm gonna be waiting for you to continue your initiation to lesbianism. How about that ?" "It's nasty and I LOVE it... I'll be there." "Kiss me goodbye..." And our faces melted once again in a neverending wet kiss. Then I got up to the REAL surprise. As I was the regular babysitter for the Larsons, I had a key myself. So I unlocked and got in. Or I tried to unlock : it wasn't locked up. Already I was suspicious, but I heard something that sounded like a baby crying. I've been immediatly concerned that it was Kyle. I sneaked to the door of his bedroom, which was wide open, and risked an eye inside. God. God. It wasn't possible. It couldn't be real. I stepped back, took a deep breath and watched once again. It was still there, happening. Andy was on his knees, Kyle lying on his bed... And Andy was sucking Kyle off. The wildest suppositions were roaming in my head as Andy's pants and underwear were down, too. I was a lesbian. I shouldn't have been turned on. But that wasn't usual sex. It was a blowjob between a seven years old and a three years old. It was incest, it was kinky and it got me wet, instantly. Even if I felt a strong guilt, I watched until the end, stroking my cunt through my pants. When the little thing had an orgasm, I thought I would scream. It was unbelievable !! He was three and yet, he had an orgasm. It looked unreal, almost poetic. All that evening, I had this in mind as soon as I saw any of the two brothers. And as soon as they left me, I had those visions of Vanessa to get me horny instead. My panties were soaking wet after two hours and the rest of the liquid kept running down my legs until the night came. The phone rang. It was miss Larson. She asked me if I could stay there over night, as she would finally not be back until tomorrow morning. I had my schoolbag with me and wanted to keep my job as a babysitter so I accepted. I would sleep on the living room's sofa. So there I was. Andy and Kyle were in bed, and, thank God, in different bedrooms, sleeping, while I was getting horny, fingering my dripping pussy with all my clothes on. These clothes... shit, I was not comfortable and my breasts needed attention too. I removed my t-shirt and undid my bra, massaging my bouncing boobs. It felt hundred times better, but it got me hotter, too. That hand constricted in my tight-fitting pants, it needed more room. I slowly reached for the zipper and pulled it down, undoing the button and then slipping the whole thing off. In my panties, four busy fingers rocked back and forth, quickly, forcefully. These panties... it was incredibly thrilling to be almost naked in the house of the kids I babysat. I tried to figure out how thrilling it would be to get completely naked in here. But I wasn't capable of imaginating it. I had to actually DO it. And I did. It was the best. I slapped my thumb against my clitty while fingering my pussy and I absently started to moan and whimper. Even if Vanessa was at the center of my desires, this incest scene I witnessed was obsessing me. To the difference of a conventional girl-girl relation, this was unique, it was... bad... hardly believable ! I talked to myself, trying in a way to convince my mine that it really happened... "Oh God... oh GOD ! They did it, they really did it... he sucked his little brother off ! I saw it, he was there, pumping between his brother's legs... three years old, God, THREE!" "Please, don't tell anyone." I nearly died when I heard that boyish voice saying that. Andy was there, in panic, anxious that I would go on and tell his little secret. He watched me, naked, masturbating. My hands haven't stopped, I was just mentally in a state of shock. It was my turn. "Only if YOU don't go telling on me." "I won't, promised." By the terrified look on his face, I could tell he meant it. "Then go back in your bed and... ohh... ungh...let me finish my little work, would you ?" "I can't." "And why ?" "I have a stiffie." I was stunned. This seven years old was telling me he had an erection. I wasn't knowing what to say, but I sure banged my twat harder. "Your boobs, they're so beautiful, they gave me a stiffie. Can I touch them ? I need to." "Andy, you're a cute little boy, but I'm a lesbian. I'm not even pedophile ! You are not of my tastes. Moreover, sex with childrens is WRONG. I don't wanna get involved in that." "But it sounded like you loved what you saw..." "I did, Andy. But I shouldn't have seen it. It's a turn-on to me because it's nasty, not because I like little boys." "Cathy... please... my boner hurts ! I need you to help me..." "Do it with your hand ! If you know how to suck, you surely know how to take care of an erection all by yourself !" "I... I'd like you to suck me..." How can I explain. I never felt so insulted, so invaded by wrath than at this precise moment. Simultaneously, however, I was appealed by his suggestion, a state of mind I can't explain yet, even when I look back at it. I decided to answer something neutral. "Why would I do that ?" "Because you don't want me to go telling on you." "If you do, I can go telling on you too." "Do we want any trouble ?" Andy was fearsome in this negociation. He was truly was handling things like the only master aboard. It's true, I wasn't wanting any trouble, neither was he. So I tried to play the last card in my deck : seeing my own interest in this. "Ok... I know something you don't want anyone to know and you know something I don't want anyone to know. We're both horny and need relief... I'm gonna suck you off, but only if you lick my pussy and play with my breasts until I get some relief, too. Then we forget all about this, I forget all about you and Kyle and you forget all about me masturbating here, naked. What about this ?" "I... okay." He blushed. "Come here sweetie, I'm gonna take great care of you." He walked towards my naked body, hesitantly smiling. He was nervous, I felt it, even if I couldn't understand why. When he got next to me, I lowered his pajamas without giving any warning and fell in love with that cute dick I saw. I would never do that again, I would probably never want to do that again... but during that special moment where I took an unusual opportunity, I was delighted to know I had to suck on that short, silky and sweet-looking penis. ***---*** Silky, sweet-looking... but most of all sweet-tasting ! All day, the only flavor in my mouth was the one of my son's delicious "pee-pee". My devastated pussy couldn't take any form of masturbation and it became an urge to taste my own flesh, my own blood through that blond-haired boy of mine. The sophisticated meal was already upon my tongue, perfuming the air with spicy aromas, and it was clear I would take my time, I would slowly wet the glans and then progressively swallow the meat under until it would all be caught past my lips. Timmy was already getting it, knowing that tonight, there would be no place for fury. The idea seemed to seduce him perfectly... "Awww Mommy, I love it when you taste me like this..." "Just living the moment, honey..." I wasn't minding to talk during the blowjob that night. It wasn't much about lust anymore. It was about the delicate love that linked me to my seven years old son in a particular, priviledged way. I had my cup of rough sex last night and could wait some more until I got another turn on the horse-gear. My tongue was lightly touching his slit, mostly massaging it, and already his unique, clean, sugar and vinegar taste was raising in intensity. I circled the mushroom head, litterally shaking with love and ecstacy. My nipples started to push towards the exterior and I swear I even felt them throbbing. But this would be handled later. At that very moment, I was paying a tribute to my perfect lover, celebrating his smoothness, his juvenile beauty and his invogorating innocence. My lips went shut over his delicate boyhood and I started to lick the small shaft. Juices gushed out of my pussy, wetting the bed, and I was already moaning in contentment. The vibrations of my throat travelled through my lips and when Timmy felt them, he started to react louder. "I feel you moaning mommy... it's unbelievable ! I can sense all your love through my dick, it's tickling all over it !" Hearing this, I decided to let myself go. I moaned like a pornstar around his miniature cock, even trying to scream on it at some times, alternately slowly sucking his boner up and down. All my obsession surrounding my son's genitals was expressed through my muffled voice and my bucal ministrations. I abandonned my reserved attitude and quickly went down on his little thing, engulfering his perfectly round balls too, and I hummed long and raspy moans. I worked my tongue around his stiff little penis, licking the balls from time to time and when I stopped moaning, I sucked like mad until he screamed loudly. "YeeeaaAAAAH ! UNGH ! YEAH, YEAH YEAAAAAAAAAH ! SUUUUUUCK MEEEEE !" My little boy was crying so sweetly by that time, I knew he would soon start doing flip-flops on the bed, rocking his sweaty naked body against my face. His legs jumped and when they fell down, they crossed over my neck and held my mouth in place. The force he used was so violent, I knew it wasn't done on purpose. As Timmy lost control, I had difficulty to breathe and the fact his back arched more and more wasn't helping me in any way. My twisted neck was aching, but my attempts to set free from my son all prooved to be vain. I stopped sucking immediately and my first reaction was to srceam. Or try to. But it just stimulated him even more, the intensity of my vocal vibration being more important than ever. His hips continued their way upwards and paradoxally, never my pussy leaked that much juice. I knew I was taking my son to an orgasm so powerful that he wasn't aware of the fact he was nearly killing me, waking up forces in him that were overtaking mines. I sucked madly, hoping to make him cum and liberate myself from this lethal love embrace. My tongue rushed against his glans, brushing and looping around his tasty piss slit. I felt a jump. "MOMMY ! YOU SUCK SO... FUCK ! MOM I... UNGH ! GOD... LOVE... you... sooooo.... mufebjdsk" I guessed the last word was "much", as his legs went limp and allowed me to exit this love tunnel they created. My little-baby-boy wasn't moving anymore, totally spent from his forceful cumming. I knew what he wanted. I crawled on the bed in his direction and lifted one of my boobs to then let one of my burning nipples fall in his mouth. He instantly sucked and groaned with pleasure, lust, and most importantly : love. My nipples... ***---*** ... were having a rubbery texture. To actually make those breasts bounce got me a boner, even if I just experienced Cathy's mad skills at sucking a pee-pee. It was so strange... her body wasn't exciting to me at all, but when I saw her boobies jumping in rythm with her banging hand, I fell in love with them. Not only Cathy's : every pair of sagging boobs, I knew it, would give me a woodie instantly from now on. I would love to touch them, to lick them, to suck them, to brush my cheeks and lay my head on them... name it ! It was a fixation ! I stucked my tongue out and marveled at the smooth sliding sensation not only on the nipples, but on the rest of her fleshy bulbs too. My mouth naturaly opened at these nice feelings and soon I had a mouthfull of skin rolling under my tongue. "Ohhhhh GOD ! It's been so long since someone sucked my breasts like that... you got the twist Andy, it's so insanely great ! Kiss them, kiss my boobies... yeaaahhh, you're a good little boy... THAT'S IT ! THAT'S IT, RIGHT THERE ! ON THE NIPPLE ! Ohhhh God... I can't believe YOU are doing this. It's so wrong and... I just don't care... mmmmmmmmmmmmh, bite it a little, Andy, bite down that nipple... fuck fuck FUCK ! YEAH ! Don't let it go, keep it between your teeths, but start back sucking. Awwww DAMN ! so perfect... you like that don't you ? Ahh yeah you like it... keep moaning on my tits like that, I love it..." Cathy's hands were clamped on my ass cheeks, hardly massaging them as she pushed my whole body towards her generous chest. I was laying on top of her, my navel brushing her thingie. More and more liquid was oozing out of it and the fact that I knew I would have to play with that strange thing later wasn't sounding like good news to me. But still, I'm trustworthy : I would do it when she'd ask me to. At that very moment thought, it wasn't looking like a priority to her. Her left hand was making it's way towards my little anus, driving right in the middle of my bubble-butt. The other hand also left my ass cheeks and was exploring my back with soft strokes. She was moaning how good I was at sucking her breasts... and I loved that ! Her right hand reached my neck at the exact same time her left hand massaged my puckered ring and I frozed. A finger circled my backdoor, slowly, with a dirty, suggestive latency. I wondered what she was up to... and the finger left my crack, longing to touch my legs. I resumed sucking her boobs but she stopped me. "I'd need you to lick my vagina now. Are you sure you wanna do that ? I mean, what you gave me already was incredibly thrilling and... You know, you are just seven, it would be okay if you got afraid and changed your mind." I wanted to taste her tits back. Unfortunately, I knew that in order to do that, I would have to give her full satisfaction on this first encounter. I had to do it now if I wanted to do it again. "I will do it. That was the deal." "Oh Dear Lord !" As she said that I felt a rush of liquid splashing my tummy. "Don't worry, Andy. I'm so excited, it won't last long. Go at it by yourself and I'm gonna tell you what you do right and what you do wrong right on time... you seem to be good at this little game..." I stood up and sat back a little further, near her feets. I bent down and looked at this "vagina" as if it was an alien thing. I placed my tongue at the base of the slit and licked upwards. Cathy, already, felt a huge shiver through her body. "Hmmmm... not quite like that Andy... open up the slit with your hands and stick your tongue INSIDE. This is what you need to lick..." I did as asked. God. Just the scent was absolutely toxic, pungent, now I knew I had to get a taste. And the taste, believe me, wasn't any better. It was WORSE ! But thinking of Cathy's delicious nipples made the whole exercise worth it. I licked gently this inner flesh that was appearing to my eyes, and I wondered how on Earth I ended up doing that when four days ago, I was still totally innocent and sexless. In a way, even if it was the yuckiest thing I ever tasted, licking Cathy's vagina was great just to hear her reactions alone. I wasn't digging it you know, but I had sex, I knew what she felt. I knew I gave her that thrill. And for a one-time or occasionnal thing, it was more than enough to give ME a thrill. "You sick fuck... awww yeah... huh-huh baby, just like that, just like that, jUST liKE THAT ! Bring your face closer to my cunt, close in on it... oh it's so heavenly great ! OH YEAH ! COME ON ! CLOSER ! CLOSER ! YEAH ! Now, keep your mouth on it and thrust your tongue back and forth inside ! MMMMMMmmmmmmmhhhhhhaaawwwwwwhhhhh YEAH ! Shit ! I can't believe you're seven ! You're so great at that... DEAR LORD ! God, Andy, if all my boyfriends had been as talented as you, I wouldn't have turned lesbian ! OHH ! SHIT ! I'M GONNA ! MAAAANNN ! GET YOUR TONGUE UPWARDS ! DRIVE IT UPWARDS ! YEAH YEAH ! KNOCK YOUR TONGUE ON THAT KNOB ! KNOCK IT UP ! KNOCK IT UP ! YEAH FUCKING KNOCK IT UP !!!! Hhmmmmmmmmmm... SHIT ! YEAAAAAAAAAAAH !" Her last "yeah" died away as a stream of liquid jumped from her "cunt" to my chin, slipping down my neck and wetting my nipples. Her hands slipped under my shoulders and she lifted me up, moaning all the while. "Oh fuck, Andy... I shouldn't do this, I really shouldn't do this... but that's all I got to thank you." She pressed my head upon her generous boobs, rubbing my lips on her left nipple. With my face burried in this flesh fortress, I suddently felt as good as if I was with Timmy, as if I was worshipping his body and drinking his juices. It was a real heaven. "I know you love these... take them, go down on them as if they were yours ! Ohhhh yesssss..." ***---*** A taste of vomit rolled in my throat, a need of immediate death taking over me. I wanted to see my body hanging from a rope, lifeless, with Andy laughing at me. What I had done was one of the most disgusting, horrible and unacceptable acts a human being can commit. But I did it, and now I looked down and saw my juicy teenager's cock pointing up to the ceiling... Since the very moment Andy left, my genitals were harrassing me, asking for masturbation, additionnal pumping. I denied them... but I couldn't hold back. My hand rounded my pecks, crossed my navel and gripped the fat meat between my legs. I slowly grasped the glans and rolled upwards... Heaven... The pace fastened, quickly getting abusive, my bed shaking and squealing even more than my convulsing body. Precum was leaking from the head like mad, giving that slick edge to my hands. I had only one idea : to scream. But I couldn't, it would wake up everyone and force me to end that masturbation session early. However, even if I wasn't properly screaming, I was very noisy... more than usually. In the storm of informations and noises that surrounded me, I hadn't noticed that someone else was standing. I nearly had a heart attack... "What are you doing Shawn ?" I froze. Amy, my little sister, was there, right aside me, looking at my glowing chest, throwing some occasional glances at my dick, glances she thought I wasn't aware of. "Are you okay ?" How long she has been watching me ? Was it possible that she heard some of my desires ? Was she aware of the fact I had a crush on the same boy than her ? I had no idea. But I felt like she had to know, her, and nobody else. "Yeah Amy, i'm alright. Now close the door, would you..." She ran away and closed the door carefully to make no noise. My sister ran back at me and waited for the rest of my sentence. ***---*** ---CONTACTING ME--- *!*E-mail = therealjunk@hotmail.com *!*Requirements = No attached files. PLAIN TEXT. Explicit subject line (like I can already guess what you want to say...).