Date: Sun, 31 Jan 2021 10:26:09 +0100 From: roby bobby Subject: A-Romanian-in-Paris-3 This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males under 18. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states, the state may have forbidden you from reading this story by law. Please understand this is a work of fiction. The actions described in the story are not real nor encouraged or condoned in real life. It's fiction, folks, and remember that, please. While most of the locations are real places in the real world, all the characters are absolutely fictional and any reference or resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental or just functional to the plot. Feedbacks welcome at gbj808@tutanota.com. I'm not native English speaker, so please be kind to me! Thank you! *** A Romanian in Paris *** – Part 3 Paris, France – 24 October 1960 I kneel and spread Vlad's buttocks to expose his boy-pussy to my hungry tongue. The African twin had wet the winking hole with lots of saliva, and had forced in his meaty tongue first and then three fingers, thrusting well into my boy's anal canal. In my confused state of mind, I just know I want to taste my son's ass before I fuck him. Vlad's ass ring, still stretched from the rimming session with the black twins, opens quickly. I taste his ass for the first time ... God it is sweet ... and a little musky. My head is spinning as I push my tongue into him. I knead and spank his meaty ass with my hands, his pale cheeks soon blush, blood flows to his lower parts. I drag my tongue over his taint and reach for the little balls. I chew them gently. When he stiffens, I go back to his boy-pussy. insert a couple of fingers into my son's ass. The heat around them is incredible and I can feel Vlad's heartbeat in the tight embrace of his stretched ass ring. I can't wait any longer, I need his ass, I want it, and it has to happen now. I stand up and point my fat prick head towards the entrance of Vlad's boy-pussy. I feel fucking hot, here it's like a furnace. The sweat from my forehead is dripping on Vlad, lying on his back under me, his little feet almost behind his ears ... I look at him, I see only lust in his emerald green eyes. He smiles and says he's ready. I start shoving my cock, harder than ever, into his virgin asshole, my brain screams FUCK HIM - RAPE HIM - FUCK YOUR SON ... With the help of a lot of saliva and the precum produced by my own cock, I slowly push through the ass ring. Vlad gasps in pain, tries to get away, in vain, I hold him tight in place. Then, with an almost audible snap, the fat head of my cock sticks into my boy's rectum. "OWWWW...", Vlad yelps loudly at the sudden intrusion "Daddy... stop... OW!... stop pleeease!". He is tight, really REALLY TIGHT, I think he might clip my dick's head off! I increase the pressure and push forward, slowly inserting two more inches of hard cock into Vlad's ass. "Owwww!... please Daddy... please take it out... Pleeeaaasee stop!" my little boy cries out. But I don't care anymore, I'm deadly committed to fuck my pre-teen boy and nothing can stop me now: lust has made me deaf and blind, focused only on the overwhelming sensations coming from my strangled cock. After a couple of minutes, about seven inches of my big cock is inside Vlad. I withdraw my cock, observing in awe at how stretched and crimson my son's hole is now. I use it to slap Vlad's ass mercifully, leaving a thick trail of precum on his soft bums. Then, I give a powerful push forward and all 8 inches of my cock is inside my boy, my thick red pubic hair tickling Vlad's pale cheeks. His insides are hotter than hell, his colon is wrapped around my hard cock like a condom. I sweat, the room seems to get warmer by the minute, I'm afraid I'll pass out. My heart is pumping at its maximum speed, my ears are buzzing from the increase in blood pressure. Vlad winces and rolls his eyes as my cock reaches new places in his guts. My boy stiffens and squints, gritting his teeth and trying not to scream. Some salty tears run down his red cheeks, mingling with the drops of sweat that fall from my forehead. "You asked for it and now you take it like a Dragoul man! Take a deep breath, relax and soon it will be better" I say to my trembling son. Vlad takes a couple of deep breaths and his ass ring and inner muscles relax a little, accepting my big cock in full. Thanks God, he is well greased inside by my abundant precum and my cock slides deep into his scorching hot anal canal. "You are soooooo tight, son. I will not last long. Now brace yourself, because I'm going to fuck you for real!" I start fucking the kid seriously, paying little or no attention to his whiny protests. Protests soon turn into moans of pleasure. My big cock fills his guts and stretches his anal ring to the maximum. Still, he is now almost asking for more. He's a natural slut, like his mother: after trying cock for the first time, they become insatiable ... On its way up and down, my fat dickhead repeatedly brushes the boy's immature prostate, sending waves of pleasure to his overwhelmed brain. Vlad's little dick is now hard as a nail, maybe a couple of inches long or three, hitting me in the belly. "Turn to me, Drago. I want to see your face while you fuck your little son" De Vil's voice is deep, commanding, seemingly coming from far away. I barely hear him above the constant buzz I have in my ears. I feel somehow compelled to comply with his request - or obey his order - so I put my right arm under Vlad's back and lift us both up onto my unstable legs. I hold his weight with my left arm under his meaty ass, still holding him firmly impaled on my cock. He wraps his stubby legs around my waist and rests his red head on my heart, hugging my neck, panting and moaning softly. When I turn to look at De Vil, I remain motionless before the scene unfolding before my eyes. A succubus boy is still fucking himself on De Vil's colossal cock. But now he has a white kid impaled on his hard cock, with his back to me. He is using him like a giant hand to masturbate. I can see the tight anus of the boy wrapped around the African boy's hard cock, stretched and red, pulled out and covering the black cock like a sheath every time he is dragged up, before being slammed again on the hairless crotch of the boy. I notice the red-haired kid has a star shaped mole on his right cheek. The other succubus boy is busy with another white boy apparently of the same age, blond. The twin boy is on all fours, his round and smooth ass pointed at me. The kid is sitting under him and happily sucking the boy's hard 6-incher as if it were his mom's teat. De Vil speaks again to me. "Allez, Drago! Fuck your son! Open his ass for me, for my huge dick!" My trousers and underwear are still around my ankles, making it difficult to walk, but I don't care. I find a couple of pillows, drop Vlad on top of them and continue to fuck him like there is no tomorrow, my 8 inches long, thick dick pumping in and out of my son's stretched boy pussy. I alternate short to long and deeper thrusts, slamming my red pubes into his two white ass buns, mercilessly. Vlad is moaning softly now, and his hands are roaming drowsily over my hairy chest. I look down, and there is a distinct lump visible on my little boy's belly, where my cockhead is stretching my son's intestines. I keep an eye on the two white kids, they are now both fucked in their tiny asses by the African twins: they cry and whimper a little, but that doesn't stop their fuck from the two black boys. It only takes minutes of tight ass fuck to drive me close to my orgasm. I give a series of quick thrusts, my hips smashing against my boy's pale cheeks. Then, with a powerful forward thrust and a loud "AHHRRRGHHHH!", I bury myself deep into Vlad's tight ass and start to paint the little boy's insides with white, hot cum. I feel Vlad convulsing and twitching in the first dry orgasm of his young life, he squeezes my dick with his anal muscles and milks the last drops of cum out of my dick. I'm barely able to speak. "Fuck, my little boy, that was intense. I've never found a boy younger than 11 or 12 able to take it all as you did, what a champ!". With my exhausted son still impaled on my dick, I seat back on the sofa to steam out. Vlad turns his happy boy's face to me and gently mouths a thank you. An African twin helps Vlad get off my cock and has him lie on the floor on his back, legs up to expose his ravaged, gaping asshole. One of the younger kids is put to work, licking my son's cum dripping hole to clean it for De Vil. The other one, the reddy, is unceremoniously dropped on my crotch and forced to clean my cock covered in cum and ass juices. I let him do his chores, then I turn him upside down and I start lapping at his puffy ass hole. I notice again the start shaped mole... It sticks out on the boy's pale skin... when my cock is squeaky clean, I drop the boy and pull my underwear and trouser back up. De Vil asks to my son if he enjoyed his first fuck and the little slut looks at me, smiles and then answer yes, that was what he had dreamed about for the last year or so. I can't believe my little son of 9 lusted after me... "Bring him to me, Drago. Offer your son's body and soul to the Prince of the rebel angels. And have your dreams become true!" De Vil has his penetrating gaze fixed on me. The two African twins have returned to their places, on either side of the armchair where De Vil sits, with the two white kids crouched at his feet. I feel an oppressive heat and my vision is blurred by a reddish mist. My ears are buzzing, but I seem to hear a kind of rhythmic, mystical chant in the background. Until now, it never dawned on me that Monsieur Ferluçi De Vil was none other than Lucifer, the Devil... I had to come to this point, to fuck my own son, to unleash my deepest desires to have this eye-opening revelation... what a jerk! Everyone looks at me as if they could see into the depths of my soul, while I take my son Vlad by the hand and hand him over to De Vil. Like a little lamb to the slaughter... ********* Now that I'm a "junior" author I understand how important it is for a writer to receive your feedbacks, kind reader. 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