Date: Wed, 09 Feb 2005 16:23:55 +0000
From: Ano Nym <therealjunk@hotmail.com>
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.

***---***

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