The next morning I woke up late, and alone. My ladies were off doing the things that they did, and I went off to find a new bed. A queen size mattress was more appropriate that the twin that I had now; plastic wrap and a couple of foam toppers seemed in order. It was delivered and set up by early afternoon.
A few…details…needed to be handled from the incident yesterday so I wasn’t back until after dark. My car slid smoothly into it’s spot and I stood there for a moment, enjoying the night air before going into my house. A movement caught the corner of my eye and I glanced across the way, seeing my little love framed in a window, lit from behind. She was at her dining room table, staring at what I assumed was homework of some kind.
I walked over and leaned against the window sill, settled my chin on my arms and watched her for a moment. She was wearing a little white string tank top and a short, orange skirt, the kind with ruffles all around the bottom. While she worked, she played with her short, blond hair trying to get it into a pony tail. It gave her difficulty but she kept at it.
Something made her glance up and a second later she was out the door and in my arms, with her legs wrapped around my waist. “Are you done with your work, Da?” I asked as I slipped an arm under her butt to hold her in place.
“Yeah, Dill, I was just going over stuff for tomorrow. I need some cock; you know where I can get any?”
I laughed and said, “Isn’t your pussy still sore?”
She shook her head, “Uh uh. It’s all good, gimme some cock.”
Rather than argue, I walked over to my door with her plastered across my front like a horny spider. As soon as we were safely out of public view, I slid my hands up under her skirt and tugged her panties down over her butt. She settled into my arms as I stood there, just inside the doorway. Her pussy was most definitely wet as my fingers probed inside it. She kissed me as I unzipped my pants and fished my cock out. I spread her lips with my fingers and poked it into her pussy; she dropped down a bit and let it slip inside her. She squeezed the head with her inner muscles a few times then slipped down further onto it. Soon her legs were hooked over my arms, almost up to my shoulders, and her pussy was flat against my pubic hair.
I growled and started fucking her deeply; her hips slammed against my pants as my cock slid in and out of her soaking wet hole. She yelped and moaned as I bottomed out inside of her over and over. I hugged her tight as we fucked hard; one of my hands slipped down to her ass and a finger was soon probing inside her shitter. She screamed and shot juice all over my pants and down my legs; I slammed her hard against me and shot her full of cum; her pussy spasmed around my cock as I filled her up. Ten squirts later, she went boneless on me and I had to settle her onto the couch.
My cock slid out of her cunt and spooge rained from her and splattered onto the hardwood floor. I aimed my limp member at her mouth and she sucked me inside. Her slithering tongue soon had me clean and shiny and hard again. I slowly sank my member into her hot sucking mouth and pushed the head against her throat. She looked up and locked eyes with me; I waited for her to decide what she wanted. She swallowed a few times and pushed forwards a bit, but backed off when she started to gag. A look of frustration crossed her features as she realized that she wasn’t quite ready to deep-throat my meat.
As she worked on improving her oral skills, I wiggled my ass and kicked my feet until my pants were out of the way. She set her quest aside for the moment as I laid her flat on the couch, facing the back cushions. I spooned behind her and rubbed my cock at her asshole; she moaned, slipped her pretty orange skirt out of the way and pulled her cheeks apart, waiting for me to push inside of her.
My cockhead found her hole and I pushed forwards; when she was use to me being there, I began to fuck her asshole full stroke, in and out. She screamed and shot out more girl-cum; I pounded her as hard as I could. My hips slammed against her ass and I pawed at her breasts, breaking the string on one side of her tank top. When her flesh was in my hand, I squeezed it hard and she moaned in pain and pleasure. More juice sprayed on my couch and I continued to slam deep inside of her.
She reached back and grabbed me by the hair, pulling me down to stick her tongue into my mouth. She bit at my lips and scratched my cheek before pushing her face into the cushions and screaming her orgasm at the top of her lungs. I jammed inside one last time and shot a second blast of cum inside my little love in less than five minutes.
When we were both at the end and coming back to earth, she reached up and palmed my cheek; she held my face gently as we both sucked oxygen deep into our lungs. My cock slipped from her anus; followed by a river of cum. Our breathing slowed and we slowly sat up. She looked at her palm and then at my cheek and gasped in horror.
Something trickled down my face and I reached up and saw blood on my finger. A quick look in the mirror showed that, in the throes of passion, my little lover had scratched two long grooves in my face. She burst into tears and I held her and told her that it was okay, it was an accident, it looked worse than it was, etc…
Ten years of doing…stuff…without a single scratch, and in less than a week, this ball of fire had permanently marked me as hers. Incredible.
She calmed down and after a quick shower for the both of us, I let her clean the scratches and put a bandage on them. Several bandages on them. When she was done, I looked like half-a-mummy. “I’m so sorry, Dill, you were really rough that time. I sorta lost control.”
“Yeah, baby, I know. Sometimes sex can be that way. If the two people involved don’t trust and care for each other, sex can sometimes be a really bad thing. That’s why most kids shouldn’t have it; especially with adults. An adult can really take advantage of a kid when it comes to sex. If you didn’t like the way that we did things tonight, all you have to do is say so, and it’ll never happen that way again. Please, please, don’t think that you have to let me be rough if you don’t want me to be; I always want you to be happy with what we do, if you’re not, then I’m not. Okay?”
“Okay, Dill, I’ll tell you if you ever do anything that I don’t like.” She stood up and put her clothes back on; the broken string was stared at for a moment before being tied in a bow. When things were once again presentable to the general public, she danced out the front door, humming a tune that I didn’t recognize.
Ten minutes later, she came back in the front door, walked over to me, fished my cock out of my pants again, sucked me hard and then knelt over me and slid me into her pussy. “I love your cock, Dill. Hard of soft, front or back, you need to give it to me as often as possible, okay? Okay.
“I’m gonna sleep here every night from now on, okay? I’ll still do all my day stuff over at my momma’s, but I’m gonna sleep here; I can’t sleep unless you’re next to me, I been getting sleepy in school and I can’t have that. I gotta do good so I don’t have to rely on a man to keep me safe. Momma relied on daddy, but he died; I gotta be able to take care of myself.”
As she talked she slid her pussy up and down on my hard cock. I throbbed inside of her as she ground her clit against my pubic bone on each down-stroke. We talked about her future as we made soft, sweet love on the couch. We kissed gently and I rubbed her back as I hunched inside of her. After ten minutes I started to get close, so I stopped her and waited until the feeling past. When it was all good, she started humping me again; she shuddered through a few small orgasms as we cuddled.
She was so sexy sitting on top of me, fully clothed, with my cock under her skirt, stuffed inside her pussy. She snuggled her head under my chin and slowly started to fall asleep. I continued to ease in and out of her as she started to snore softly. My orgasm was a quiet thing; the semen pumped into her as she rubbed her cheek against my chest and settled back against me. She smiled in her sleep as she felt my cock empty into her.
I let her slumber on me, my cock lodged deeply inside of her, as I sat and watched television. Stacy came in a few hours later and settled against my side. “This would be such a sweet and innocent picture if I didn’t know that you were balls deep inside her cunt. She gave you the news that she was sleeping here from now on?” I nodded. “You okay with that?” I nodded again. “Even with…?” She made loud snoring noises. I grinned and nodded again. “Your funeral, Dill. I can’t wait until I graduate so I can move in here too.” She looked at me to see if I would object. I smiled and carefully leaned in and kissed her lips.
Amanda twitched and the snores started to pour out of her. We both laughed and I carried her into the bedroom; somewhere along the way, my cock slipped out of her and a trail of cum let right to the new bed. Stacy followed us in and leaned down to slurp the remaining goop from her daughter’s abused red pussy. Amanda sighed in her sleep and spread her legs wide; Stacy fingered her daughter’s pussy open and went deep, cleaning out all the spooge and giving her baby a tiny cum before turning and sucking me into her mouth.
She moaned as she cleaned the nasty combined sex juices from my limp shaft. When I was clean, but still soft, I pushed and pulled until I was able to stick my head up her dress and nibble at her clit. She slid her pretty dress over her head and spread her legs wide, exactly as her daughter had done for her moments before, giving me ample room to eat her pussy long and hard. She shuddered and came three times before she pushed my head away. I kissed her and she licked her own juices from my face. She snuggled next to Amanda as I went to secure the house before following them into slumber.
Graduation day came and went; momma was now officially a high-school graduate. Her job was due to start a week later. She gave notice to all of her regular customers that she was now officially out of the whore game. Most took it with good graces, a few were less than polite and she had to be firm. She put one guy in the hospital when he tried to get rough; I let him live, but only because she asked me to.
The day she received the first paycheck from her new job, she moved in with me; she insisted on keeping her old place because she didn’t want anyone else moving in there; we liked it quiet here in our little cul-de-sac. I bought the empty trailer next to ours for the same reason. I used it as an office and storage place; Amanda used their old place as a sort of club-house. She’d made a few friends at school, in spite of the smug fuck-holes who thought she was less than they were because of her mother. Her simple honesty and amazing intelligence soon won over some of the smarter kids in her class and they would sometimes join her for an afternoon of play in her old place; but not, as a general rule, for sleepovers.
I had no interest in having sex with any of her friends, even though a few seemed to show some interest. They were all cute enough, but my heart truly belonged to my little Da and her little momma; there was just no room for any temptation in there.
As soon as Stacy felt comfortable in her new career, she and I were married in a little ceremony at the courthouse soon after school let out for the summer; Amanda joined us on our honeymoon.
Amanda insisted on a honeymoon in Niagara Falls; Stacy and I didn’t especially care so off we went for a week of fun in the great wet north (we wanted more, but Stacy hadn’t been at her new job long enough). We rented a suite with two bedrooms (one that advertised ‘excellent soundproofing for plenty of private fun time’) and spent most of our time doing the tourist thing. We always made sure to mess up the bedding in the second room so the maids wouldn’t know that we all slept together.
My past might have made going to Canada…problematic, so we stuck to the American side of the falls and made short day-trips to all of the surrounding tourist traps, the tackier the better. Each night one or both of them would fuck me silly.
“Oh, God damn it, that feels amazing, Dill.” Stacy was face down on the bed and I was stabbing my cock into her asshole as Amanda lay on my back. She wanted to see what it felt like for a guy to fuck a girl, so she climbed on me when her mother demanded that I feed my cock into her pooper.
It was difficult for the three of us to get our timing straight, but we were motivated and eventually managed to work things out. Amanda giggled in my ear and sucked on the lobe as she thrust her hips in time with mine. I silently hoped that she would never find out about strap-ons or my asshole would be in serious danger.
I’d already cum twice that day, once in Amanda’s mouth after a good-morning blowjob, and once on Stacy’s chest when my timing was a bit off. My cock stayed hard after the second orgasm because Amanda immediately leaned over and started sucking my salty splatter from her mother’s tits. She went after my slimy spooge with an enthusiasm that had Stacy pulling her tight to her chest as she reached down and stuck her fingers deep inside her daughter’s pussy.
After she’d found and swallowed every drop of cum on her mother’s chest, her face went slack and she sat back on her feet and spread her knees to give Stacy room to play. My asshole knew those talented fingers well and my step-daughter/lover was in sheer ecstasy as her mother brought her to a screaming orgasm that I chose to stifle with a passionate kiss.
She flopped backwards onto the huge bed as her mother grabbed my hard, twitching cock and brought it to her asshole. I slid balls-deep in a single thrust and snuggled against my new wife’s back. She squeezed my cock hard with her anal muscles and I groaned in pleasure. Seconds later my little lover was on my back with a tiny giggle that gave me a shiver down my spine.
I thrust slowly and deeply for as long as my arms could hold out; Amanda grew bored and slid from my back; with her tiny weight gone, I was able to speed up my thrusts and shoot one last load of the day into my wife’s tight, hot asshole.
When the last of my dick-splosion was safely deposited inside Stacy, I flopped over onto the bed and Amanda leaped onto her mother’s back in some kind of reverse sixty-nine position. She spread her mother’s ass-cheeks open and stuck her face where I’d just deposited my cum, hoping to find an organic protein shake for her drinking pleasure. Stacy looked over her shoulder for a moment before laying her head back down on the bed and giving in to the wonderful feelings that were emanating from her anal region.
Eventually her tongue got tired so Amanda ran to the bathroom and soaked a washcloth in hot water. I jumped as she wrapped the almost steaming thing around me; she soon had my slimy pecker clean, but the soft cloth rubbing my sensitive skin also had me back at full hardness once more. I knew that there was no more cum in my balls, but it seemed a shame to waste a hard-on; Amanda climbed up and hugged me tight as she aimed her own asshole at my pole. Her anus spread wide open as my cock-head pressed against it. She soon had most of my length deep inside her back passage and was working to bring herself to another massive orgasm.
As her pleasure built to its peak, she shuddered and her legs gave out; she dropped down suddenly, driving every last inch of my cock into her clenching asshole. She screamed, mostly in pain, at the sudden intrusion. I grabbed her thighs and held her in place so she wouldn’t try to continue. Tears ran down her cheeks as she moaned quietly.
We waited and my cock started to shrink inside of her. She reached down and found her clit; I watched as she rubbed her button and quickly brought herself back to where she’d been moments before. Soon she was lifting her asshole up and down again, slowly opening herself up so my deep dicking was more pleasure than pain.
She ground her hips against mine and worked her clit furiously until she squirted a small fountain of girl-juice across my stomach. My eyes popped at the sight and I did my best to give her some more cum; the muscles of my cock spasmed inside of her, but there was no liquid to shoot. At least, no white liquid.
I suddenly felt a great need to piss and told her so. Her own eyes got big and she grinned at me, “Go ahead and pee.” I tried to lift her off of me and she growled menacingly. A light-bulb went off in my head and I relaxed my bladder.
A hot stream of urine shot out of my cock and began to fill her asshole. She hummed for a moment, then started moaning in pleasure as her anus expanded. The longer that I pissed inside of her asshole, the louder her moaning became; in moments she was screaming out her pleasure and another fountain shot out of her pussy. This time, her mother’s mouth was plastered against her lower lips and she drank down every drop of girl-cum that her daughter expelled from her hole.
When Amanda came down from her shuddering cum, I carefully stood up from the bed, making sure that my cock stayed deep inside of her asshole, and duck-walked us both over to the bathroom. My legs almost gave out when I stepped down into the sunken tub, but I managed to get us there safely before my cork popped free and a river of piss drained out of her ass. She shivered and came again as she emptied out.
Stacy turned the water on and we spent the next hour or so cleaning each other from head to toes.
All good things must cum to an end, so to speak, and, when our time at the falls was all over, we headed back to our quiet lives in the trailer park.
“Dill, is it okay if I have sex with other girls?” I was sitting on the couch, deep in a book and it took a moment for me to register what Amanda had asked me; my finger marked my place as I focused on her sweet little face, leaning on the arm of the couch, only inches away from mine.
I ran my thumb across her chin and gave her lips a quick peck before asking, “Run that by me again, little one?”
Is it okay for me to do sex stuff with other girls?” She repeated. “I like doing stuff with momma and I want to try some things with one of my friends.” I looked a question at her. “You remember Mike, right?” The name brought a fleeting image of a pretty little dark-haired beauty to mind. She was about six months older than Amanda, but looked years younger; puberty was quietly sneaking up on her. I nodded and she continued, “She wants to have sex with me Don’t look at me like that, she’s the one who brought up the subject, and I want to have sex with her. She’s really smart and she’s really sexual; she knows what she wants, so I wouldn’t be corrupting her or anything. Is it all right?”
My mind poked at her request from every angle. Even though I’d only met Michelle a couple of times, I would say that the way Amanda described her was right on the money; there were times that I could almost feel the sexual energy pouring from her tiny body. She’d made it clear by her body language, both voluntary and involuntary, that she was fluent in sex beyond her young years; I’d wondered more than once who her teacher was and if he was being kind to her. I told Amanda that there didn’t seem to be any holes in her logic, but things that had the potential to affect the whole family needed input from the whole family; we would talk to Stacy before making a decision about anything.
“I don’t know Dill, this could go wrong in so many ways; you know our family is a statistical anomaly.” She smirked, “Some would say that it’s a horny nerd’s fantasy that could never happen in real life; I’m not sure that adding a fourth person to the mix, especially one as young as Mike, would be a good idea. Although, you are right, she is walking orgasm waiting to happen.”
“I agree with you, however,” I held up a finger, “we both know that Da needs to be involved with people her own age if she decides that she’s going to transition to a more age-appropriate relationship as she gets older.”
Stacy nodded, “That’s true, love.”
“This young girl seems to be a good choice for a companion for our little one; she is definitely a sweetie. I say lets talk with Mike and see how she feels about things, if she’s on board then let’s let `em have their fun. I’ll miss being with Da if she decides that our relationship has to change, but it probably does need to happen sooner or later; we both know that she wants to have children of her own some day, and I can’t give her that.”
She palmed my cheek and touched her forehead to mine, “Okay, Dill, Amanda can invite Michelle for a sleepover on Friday and we’ll see how things go.”
Friday came and Mike appeared at the appointed time, not a moment late or early. She really was a stunning dark haired beauty; even thought she had barely begun to develop sexually, I could see why Amanda wanted to play with her. My reaction to her beauty was purely physical; in my heart, she held neither candle nor flashlight to Stacy or Amanda.
Dinner was a quick, simple meal that I threw together as the girls played in the trailer across the way. After the meal was consumed, we gathered in on the floor in the living area and let Amanda broach the subject that was hanging over the group.
“Mike, momma and daddy are okay if we have sex as long as you’re okay with everything. They’re real big on everybody being on the same page when it comes to that.” Mike stared at Amanda with her mouth hanging open. “What? What did I say?”
“You talked with your parents about us?” Mike gasped, “And they’re okay with it? I thought that sex was supposed to be a secret thing, that you didn’t talk about it.” Given her obvious experience with sex, those words, said in such an unusual way, set off an alarm in the back of my head and I made a mental note to find out more about our little visitor’s home life.
“Mike,” I said, carefully, “There is no reason that sex should be a secret thing, not if everybody is a willing part of what is happening. I understand how it should sometimes be kept private, to protect someone that you love, but not if anyone is being hurt, or forced to participate against their will.” I took her hand and looked into her large, brown eyes. “I won’t ask you to break any promises that you’ve made, but if you ever feel that you need a safe place to talk, we will be here for you.
“Now,” I continued, “Stacy and I think that you are a wonderful little girl and we have absolutely no objection to you having a little fun with Amanda, as long as you understand that your fun needs to be kept private, not because its wrong, but because its nobody’s business but yours. No one here will ever hurt you or force you to do anything that you don’t want to do, and all that we ask in return is that you don’t do anything that might bring harm to our family by talking about it to anyone else.”
“Oh, I would never want to hurt anybody here, Dill!” She said passionately, “Amanda’s my good friend and I’d never betray her like that.”
“That’s my girl,” I patted her on her slim leg, and looked a question at Stacy. She shrugged and waved her hand in a gesture of `what the hell, why not?’ “Amanda, you know to use protection, even thought she’s a girl like you, right?”
Amanda nodded her head and said, “Yes, daddy,” I still shivered when she called me that, “momma taught me all about that, and I’ll make sure to follow what she said.”
“Okay then, I guess that we’re all good here. You two have a good time, we’ll be right here if you need us.”
The following Friday, Mike came over again and, after dinner was finished, they spent the evening in the old trailer. Taking advantage of the alone time, Stacy was crouched naked over my face with my tongue deep inside of her asshole. I loved to use my tongue to probe her shitter and watch as her pussy opened and closed less than an inch from my eyes. She shuddered and a tiny waterfall of pussy juice oozed out of her and onto my nose. I sneezed and her juice splattered everywhere.
We heard two distinct giggles; Stacy jumped off of my face and we turned as one to see our little one and her tiny lover sitting naked in the bedroom doorway watching us having our own fun. They shrieked and fell over laughing at our surprised expressions; we sat waiting for their fun to subside. Eventually, they sighed and wiped tears of mirth from their eyes. “Dill, you looked so funny with momma’s pussy juice dripping from your nose!”
“Amanda Lynn…” The sound of her middle name froze my step-daughter in place. Her mother almost never had to yank on the daughter-chain, but when she did, Amanda instantly obeyed.
“I’m sorry, momma, we didn’t mean to intrude, it was just funny.” She was sincerely contrite but I only paid half-attention to her; my focus was on her naked friend. Her body language had instantly changed when she realized that Stacy was not amused by their presence. She went from `confident little girl’ to `scared abuse victim’ in the space of a heartbeat.
I put my hand on Stacy’s leg and she turned to me. She followed my eyes to where Mike was sitting hunched over, drawn almost completely into herself. She identified the situation as quickly as I had and placed her hand on mine, telling me that she would follow my lead.
“Mike.” I said quietly, “Please come here.”
Without hesitating for a second, she was instantly in my naked lap with her arms around my neck. The speed and completeness of her compliance with my instruction told me all that I needed to know: this little angle had been abused, and quite badly, by someone. Now that I was aware that it had happened, there was a very good chance that that someone was about to meet the real me.
Amanda was thoroughly confused by the scene in front of her; I made a quick hand gesture that caused her and Stacy to quietly slip from the bedroom. “Mike,” she hunched and pulled me tighter to her neck; her actions were obviously some kind of defense mechanism.
I gently took her arms and pried her from my neck. It was obvious that she wanted to fight me, but was terrified of contradicting me. When her hands were in her lap and my arms were around her in a soft, but firm, hug I told her, “Mike, you need to listen to me.” She became even stiffer, if that was possible, but nodded her head in a panicked jerkiness. “You need to believe me when I tell you that you are absolutely safe when you are with me. As long as I am near, no one will be able to hurt you. Amanda never keeps any secrets from me, I know that she has told you a little bit about what I’ve done in the past; you can believe what she has told you.”
It was a guess on my part that her abuser had told her that she would never be safe from him; the only way that she would open up is if I convinced her otherwise. “He’ll hurt my mommy.”
She spoke so quietly that I wasn’t sure that I’d heard her correctly. “Sweetie, I promise you that no matter what you’ve been told in the past, the person who hurt you will never hurt anyone again when I find him. If you can tell me your story, I will listen. When you are done, we will come up with a way to fix things.”
She sat silently in my lap for so long that I was slightly startled when she finally began to talk. The words were quiet at first, and hesitant, but the entire tale eventually came pouring out of her once the first cracks appeared in the wall of her defenses.
He was the cook at my summer camp two years ago. I don’t know why he chose me, he never said. There were girls who were much prettier than me, with much bigger boobs; but he picked me instead of them. At first, I like his attention; he told me how pretty I was and how much he liked to be with me. He gave me extra desserts after dinner and told me not to tell anyone. When I didn’t tell, he said that keeping secrets was a good thing and that he was proud of me for being so good at it. His words felt so good to me; no one had ever told me that they were proud of me before.
I knew how sex worked; I’d seen some stuff on the internet. The first time that I saw his cock, it was an accident. I walked around a big tree and he was standing there peeing; he didn’t see me at first so I looked at it for a long time. It made me tingle in my cunt. When he finished peeing, he stroked his shaft a few times. While he was doing that, he noticed me looking at him; I expected him to be mad at me, but he just smiled and said, “Oh, hello Michelle, I didn’t see you standing there.”
I said, “I’m sorry, Tad, I didn’t mean to spy on you, I was just walking and there you were.”
He said, “Its okay, Mike, I was just peeing; it’s a natural thing, everybody does it. I bet you need to pee too.” It was weird, as soon as he said that, I did need to pee. I started to squirm and he said, “Can I watch you pee? You saw me, so it’s only fair.”
He was always so nice to me, and I did see him doing it so I said, “I guess its okay.” He motioned me over to where he was standing, as I walked quickly to him, I noticed that his cock was still sticking out of his shorts. It looked huge to me; it was hard and it seemed to sway back and forth in front of my face.
My bladder began to scream at me and I quickly pulled my shorts down and squatted down. I held my shorts out of the way so they wouldn’t get pee on them and he lay down on the ground in front of me and looked at my pussy with really big eyes. I held it in for a second, afraid that it would splash on him because he was so close, but a few spurts came out and splashed onto the leaves.
He reached out with his hand and touched me on the pussy; he used his fingers to spread my lips open and I shuddered and let go. My piss shot out and dug a tiny hole in the dirt that turned into a puddle that turned into a little yellow river that flowed directly towards where Tad was laying. He kind of `pushed’ at my pussy and I lost my balance and fell over onto my butt. My pee shot out and hit Tad in the face; he opened his mouth and it went inside.
I watched wide-eyed as his mouth filled with my pee; he swallowed and opened back up and it filled up again. He swallowed two more times before my piss stopped. I sat there with my knees in the air, holding onto my shorts so they wouldn’t fall past my knees and into the pee puddles.
He scooted forwards and pressed his mouth against my cunt; I felt his tongue come out and lick the pee from where it had dribbled around my legs and stuff. It felt really good when he pressed against my clit and rubbed it up and down. I grabbed his head and he really started to eat me good. It was the first time anyone had ever done anything like that to me; I didn’t know what an orgasm was, but I sure knew what one felt like as he made me shudder with pleasure. I clenched and squeezed his head with my legs; I tried to cry out, but his hand was over my mouth before any sound came out. I screamed my pleasure into his hand until he finally stopped and let my legs come back down.
I lay there panting for a couple of minutes; I noticed him looking around with a worried look on his face, but no one else was around right then. He helped me sit up and brush some leaves from my shirt and legs. His cock was still sticking out and it was as hard as ever. He saw me looking at it and said, “Would you like to touch it?”
I was curious about it so I said, “Okay.” He took my hand and put it to his cock. It was hot and soft and hard at the same time. I thought it was neat how it seemed to throb in my hand; he put his hand over mine and began to move it up and down. Pre-cum started to drip from his slit and dribble over my thumb. I didn’t know what it was at the time and I started to jerk back, but he held my hand tight so I couldn’t let go. He started to make soft grunting noises as he had me jack him off; I was scared that I was hurting him, but he wouldn’t let me stop, so I guessed that it was okay.
He started hunching into my hand and more stuff came out; he put his hand on the back of my head and I started to ask him something. Before I could say anything, he pushed my face into his crotch and his cock went into my mouth. I tried to pull back but he held my head tight as he shot his cum into my mouth. I really didn’t know what the fuck was going on; he filled my mouth with cum and hissed angrily, “Swallow it, bitch. Swallow it, now!”
I was scared so I did what he said. His slimy sperm made me gag as it went down my throat; it was so salty and bitter. It seemed to go on forever; every time I would swallow, he would fill my mouth with more cum. It finally ended and he let go of my head; I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and watched as he pulled his shorts back up. He held out his hand and helped me to my feet; he pulled out a cell phone and took my picture before I knew what he was doing. I realized that my shorts were still down around my knees; I quickly pulled them back up.
He said that if I said anything about what we’d done, he’d put my picture on the internet and tell everyone that I’d seduced him. I didn’t know what to do so I went back to my cabin and stayed inside for the rest of the day. The next day, I told the councilor that I was sick and needed to go home; she just said that I was homesick and that I’d get over it. She wouldn’t let me call my mom and I was scared to say anything about what Tad had done, because I didn’t want him to put the picture on the internet.
There was only a few more days of camp left so I avoided the chow hall and stayed mostly by myself; I was so hungry when my mom came to pick me up at the end of the week. I thought that that was the end of it, but I was wrong.
I listened to her words and, in my head, I translated what had happened to her. Tad had spotted the least developed girl in camp and cut her from the heard. He’d gained her trust with little extra presents and flattery that she ate like the desserts he provided her. When he felt the time was right, he’d `accidentally’ let her see his cock and quickly manipulated a shy, inexperienced little girl into his little sex games.
Most would say that I was as bad as he was because of my relationship with Amanda, and they would probably be right about the terrible nature of my personality, but not for the reason that they would think. I have a mind that is almost unique among humans: I am a psychopath with the ability to love.
I had joined the Marines right out of high school and had been spotted almost immediately during the first days of boot camp. My psych tests had found their way into the hands of those who could make the best use of me; they waited and watched as I made my way through training. I scored at the top of the recruiting pool in all forms of combat, both hand-to-hand and weapons of all kinds.
Shortly after graduation day, when my fellow recruits were getting ready for their final leave before transferring to their long-term duty assignments, I was pulled aside and told that I would be receiving some ‘additional training’.
It turns out that they weren’t giving me training, they were just waiting for final approval from their superiors. When they got it, I found myself in a tiny cinder-block room with a naked light-bulb dangling from a wire in the ceiling. Aware of the cliché, but not caring, I waited patiently for whatever was to come next.
Her name was…absolutely unimportant. I honestly don’t remember what alias she was using at the time. She gave me a choice, go strait to whatever war the government was staging at the time, or become an assassin for a group that didn’t bother with letters or hit television shows. Since joining the marines was just something to do, and not really something that I cared about, I thought I’d give it a shot.
A week later, I murdered a ten year old boy. He was walking towards one of our embassies with a vest full of explosives strapped to his chest. I’d been following his small group for days, waiting until their plan was set into motion. As soon as it was clear what their target was, I dropped a cinder block on his head from my hiding place on the roof of a building he was walking past. It hit him, he hit the ground, his thumb came off of the dead-man’s switch and set off his vest. The only one who was killed besides the boy was a dog in a nearby alley. I felt bad about the dog for a really long time; it made me more careful in the future.
My superiors chose what theater of operations I would be active in, but they let me chose my own assignments; I’m told that only the most rare of us was allowed to operate that way. I’d killed hundreds of people by the time I was ready for a break. The killing didn’t bother me, but the knowledge that I was a stopgap in the wave of evil that had existed long before me, and would continue long after I was gone was hard to ignore after years of being immersed in the foul shit of humanity.
It turns out that my recruiter was ready for a break right around the time that I was. She handled my exit interview the same way that she’d handled my initial one. She was short and to the point, no bullshitting me about duty and honor, just a series of questions that exposed my innermost thoughts for her emotionless evaluation. When she understood that I was done with the work, but not disgruntled or looking for some kind of payback against Uncle Sam, she quickly processed my paperwork and I was free to go about my business; an occurrence even more rare than the freedom I was given in my operations. Every single one of her other recruits had been killed on their assignments, several dozen in total, and she was emotionally drained by the constant loss.
She gave me my final paycheck in the clichéd cinder-block room where we’d first met (it was also my first one; they’d held onto my pay at my request, almost ten years worth. It was a shitload of money) and kissed me hard on the mouth. Having no plans for the near future, I instantly decided to go with whatever she wanted; she hiked up her skirt, pulled her panties aside and I was balls-deep inside of her sopping wet pussy in less time than it takes to tell. She ground herself against me and came three times before I shot my load inside of her. She jumped off of me and slammed her mouth onto my cock; I shot back to hardness and she jumped back on and rode me to another five hard, shuddering cums before I gave her another dose of pent-up semen.
We were married twenty-four hours later in a nice little chapel outside of Vegas. We rented a small apartment just off the strip and found jobs in the security department at a nearby casino. We had sex every day for six months, sometimes two or three times. After the fourth month, things began to change; our sex seemed to become more frantic, like she had an agenda. When I asked her about it, she confirmed that she was trying desperately to get pregnant. I was more than willing to accommodate her and we went at it with even more gusto, if that was even possible.
Three more months went by and no baby happened. I made an appointment as a fertility clinic and was given the news that I was sterile. She took the news stoically but I knew that she wouldn’t be around for long after she found out, her need was too great for her to react otherwise; she was gone three days later.
After drinking myself blind for three days, I threw a dart at a map of the United States and found the city closest to where it hit. I’d grown up in a mobile home so I sought out a nice trailer park in a middle-class neighborhood and bought a place in the back corner, where I was told it would be nice and quiet.
Mike’s Story Continued.
I was shocked when he showed up on the doorstep of our trailer a year later. I threw a real fit when momma tried to make me go back to the camp that summer and she finally gave up and let me stay in town and go to a day camp instead. She was at work when he opened the door to our home and walked in like he lived there.
I sat on the couch, not knowing what to do and scared out of my mind; he stood there rubbing his cock through his pants. He shut the door and walked over to where I was sitting, “You didn’t show up at camp this year; I was worried about you.” I continued to sit shaking with the need to do something, anything, as he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. “Suck on it, bitch, or that picture I took will be all over the web before I leave this shitty little trailer park.” I knew that he was serious so I sat up and opened my mouth. He grabbed my hair and pulled me onto his cock.
He pushed in hard to the back of my mouth and started fucking in and out. He never lasted for very long and it only took a few pumps before he filled my mouth with cum again; I swallowed his salty slime and he started pissing in my mouth. He held my head as I struggled against him; my choices were to swallow or drown so I swallowed.
It took forever; the smell was awful and the taste was even worse; my brain said that it was the flavor of his evil being poured into my stomach. When he was finished pissing in my mouth, he pulled out and zipped his pants back up. He made me take off my clothes and took a bunch more pictures of me; he made me pose in sick ways. Then he sucked on my pussy and made me cum again, then he made me piss in his mouth. I liked that, because it felt like his evil was going back into his own body. I was so confused and scared, it felt so good when he used his mouth on me and I wanted more, but I was so angry at him at the same time.
He went away and didn’t come back for almost a month; he always seemed to know when I was alone. He didn’t cum in my mouth the next time he showed up; I sucked on him until he was hard, the he turned me over, lifted my skirt and pushed his cock into my asshole. He didn’t even bother to take my panties off, he just pulled them down and in he went. It hurt something awful. He told me to act like I was farting and that made it easier. I could feel every inch of his cock as it went in and came out again. He reached under me and rubbed his finger on my clit; he shot his cum into me and I came again and again. He seemed to love making me cum against my will.
He pulled out of my asshole and stuck his cock in my mouth again; it was really bitter, worse than his piss, and it made me gag. He pushed his cockhead down my throat and shot some more cum into my stomach. He pulled out and I threw up on the kitchen tile. He laughed and took some more pictures of me laying there next to a pool of vomit and cum and piss, then he left, but not before he told me that he knew where my momma worked and he was going to find her and kill her if I said anything about what he did.
He came one more time that summer; he raped my mouth and asshole again, but my momma drove up early from work just as he was trying to put his cock in my pussy. He broke my cherry with his cock, but he didn’t get it all the way in me before he had to pull his pants up and run out the back door. I ran into the bathroom and put a pad on my underwear and told my momma that I had my period; she believed me. I haven’t seen him since, but I’m sure that he’ll come back this year.
Please don’t let him hurt my momma! Please!
She threw her arms around my neck again and sobbed against my cheek. I let her cry it out while I rubbed her naked back and whispered, “Michelle, I promise you that he will never hurt you again, and that your momma is completely safe from him; everyone is completely safe from him. He is now my target, and I never miss my target.”
Before I could move, she twisted around, wrapped her legs around my waist and sank her pussy down onto my hard, still-naked cock. I let her pump up and down on me until she shuddered and her pussy clasped me over and over. She moaned and bit me on the shoulder as she continued to work out her fear and sadness on my hard shaft. She came several more times before I hunched up and gave her my semen. My cock pulsed in her clasping pussy and filled her womb to overflowing.
I honestly had no idea if it was right to let her fuck me, it most likely did more harm than good, but I couldn’t think of anything to do when she mounted me; rejecting her could have been devastating to her ego. She shuddered when she felt my hot cum shooting inside of her and started sobbing again. My cock softened and slipped from her pussy and my cum dribbled out of her onto the bedroom floor.
She slowly lost steam and her tears eventually ended; she drifted off to sleep and I lay her on the bed and covered her with my soft blanket. She snuggled deep and a smile crossed her lips. I left her and went out into the living room where my wife and step-daughter were sitting on the couch. Their eyes were filled with tears that ran freely down their cheeks.
Amanda jumped into my arms and sobbed just as Mike had a few moments ago. “Oh, Daddy,” she whispered into my ear, “I didn’t know. I didn’t know what had happened to her. Why does she seem to like sex with me so much if he did that to her? Why did she have sex with you just now, if she doesn’t
“No one knew what he did to her, Da. It’s not your fault that she was raped. A lot of people who are hurt the way she was will become sexually aggressive; they want to be the one’s who are in control of their bodies and that’s a way for it to happen. That’s probably what happened to Tad when he was younger, but Mike went the other way. She’s never been aggressive with you; just the opposite, you say that she lets you take the lead when you have sex. I think that she likes sex, but doesn’t like it when she has no choice in the matter, so she found someone who was nice so she could have fun with out being hurt.
“She absolutely enjoyed what she just did to me; I’m not sure how I feel about it, because she didn’t ask to do it first. That’s how a predator works, but she was probably just trying to show her gratitude for my help. I think that I’ll be okay though.” I smiled at the thought of being raped by a tiny little girl; I’d have to get tested for STDs before I had sex with my ladies again. “We’ll have to make sure that she gets help from the right councilor so that she’ll be able to have a healthier outlook about sex in the future. I know someone who can help her with that, someone who won’t give me any shit about the sex that we had. I need to go make a few phone calls now.
I found his house and went through it when he wasn’t at home. It didn’t surprise me that he’d uploaded the pictures that he’d taken of Mike onto a kiddy-porn website. It only took a few moments to insert the thumb drives into his computer; one for each of the three main operating systems in use in cyberspace. The viruses would seek out the users of the website and destroy their entire computer hard drives; I couldn’t entirely erase the pictures from the web, but I could inconvenience the ones who found pleasure in my little friend’s pain.
The only ones who would be protected from the virus were the law-enforcement agencies who regularly patrol the web to fight child-porn; I don’t know how it worked, but the person who gave me the thumb drives assured me that they were safe from it and I trusted her to be right.
When his computers were a virtual smoking wreck, I drove up to the camp where he was working this year, not Mike’s camp, a different one, and I waited and watched. I spotted the girl who was most likely going to be his next target; she looked remarkably like Mike. If he had a specific preference, she would be his target. I kept her under surveillance and eventually spotted my quarry watching her. My focus shifted from her to him; the naked hunger in his body language told me that he had yet to molest her. I waited some more.
My research into my subject had told me that I’d been right about Tad being a victim in the past, he had been molested by a relative when he was younger; it had been reported and the relative had gone to prison where he’d been killed by another prisoner.
I’m not sure who his first victim was, but I had found at least a dozen young girls who had crossed his path whose life had taken a sudden downward turn afterwords. Two of them were dead by suicide, one had been murdered by a john after she’d turned to prostitution. Most of them seemed to be fine on the surface but a bit of digging told me that they all had problems of one kind or another that could be traced directly back to what he’d done to them. He only raped virgins so he’d never contracted any diseases; I’d been tested just the same and came back clean. The only reason he hadn’t been stopped before now was that he was quite adept at knowing when to bug the fuck out; his name was not `Tad’, and all of the camps where he’d been employed were about to find themselves under Federal investigation for doing such a shitty job of checking out their employees.
I tried to put myself into his head; my own relationship with Amanda was probably just as harmful in some ways as his was to his victims. But as hard as I tried, I just couldn’t wrap my head around it; I would never force my step-daughter to be intimate with me. She had initiated our relationship and it would continue only as long as she wanted it to; when she was done, it was done and if she developed any emotional issues from our loving, I would do whatever it took to make her better, even if it meant going to prison.
`Tad’ had taken his pain and turned it outwards; he enjoyed the pain that he caused to innocent little girls, in fact, he seemed to revel in it. It didn’t matter to me that he was once a victim; he was now a predator. He couldn’t be allowed to continue to leave a trail of pain and destruction in his wake.
I knew that I was out of time when I spotted him hiding behind a tree, watching the cabin where his target was staying. I didn’t care what his plan was this time; he wouldn’t have time to implement it. There were times that I really enjoyed my previous employment; my sense of theatrics would sometimes overwhelm my common sense and I would create these elaborate scenarios to dispatch my target instead of just popping them from a distance.
A tranquilizer dart soon had him unconscious and in my trunk; he would never be found and a tiny girl would never have her life destroyed by this monster. I drove him miles from the camp and hiked with him over my shoulder another mile from the road; he wasn’t a lightweight, but I was motivated. He was waking up just as I was finished stringing him up to the tree by one ankle.
He jerked and his eyes opened suddenly. The fear that showed in them as he realized his predicament was nothing new to one such as I; I couldn’t feel it, but I could recognize it. He twisted slowly in a circle, fighting to get loose, but with his arms tied behind his back and only one ankle free, he had no leverage to work with.
He struggled and fought but eventually fatigue overcame him and he dangled while he rested. Random chance finally turned him to face where I was leaning against a nearby tree. He jumped, startled by my presence, “What the fuck is going on here? Who are you? Let me down, Goddammit!”
“Yeah, let me ponder that request for a moment… Hmmmm…No, I don’t think that I will let you down.”
“Oh, fuck off. Karma finally caught up to you, asshole. If you’d just resisted the urge to rape unwilling little girls, you wouldn’t be dangling there, hoping that a bear eats you before your leg comes off.” I held my finger up as he opened his mouth in protest, “If you even once try to deny your crimes I will pour acid on your face and laugh at you while you die. No? No, denial? Good. Now, I’m not angry at you for raping Mike, I’ve been told that I am psychologically incapable of feeling anger, and that’s more right than wrong; but I do have the ability to feel love for some reason, and Mike is now one of the people that I love.
“That’s not a good thing for you, sir. The only reason that you’re still alive is that I wanted you to know which one of your victims was responsible for your end. It was Michelle, or Mike as she likes to be called now, raping her was what got you killed.”
I walked over, turned him around to avoid the initial blood spray and slit his throat; he gurgled and fought. “You’re lucky you didn’t give her any diseases when you raped her, or I would have poured acid on your cock and waited an hour before I did this. Oh, and our trailer park is neither little nor shitty.” I pulled out my cock and pissed in his face while the light slowly left his eyes and he shuddered as death claimed him. I left him there for the bears to eat and made my way back to the trailer park.
Mike and I never made love again; she did continue her affair with Amanda, off and on, for a number of years while she underwent intense therapy to deal with what happened to her. She eventually decided that she was ready for a relationship with a man; Amanda missed her when she moved on, but understood her decision.
I didn’t actually tell Mike that I’d killed `Tad’ but I did make it abundantly clear that he was no longer a threat to her or her mother or any other young girl; she eventually figured out what happened, but never
forced me to actually say it out loud. His body was never found.
Amanda decided that she truly loved me and that she didn’t want to trade me in on a newer model. After she graduated from college, and started on her career as a child psychologist, she went to a fertility clinic and was artificially inseminated. When her children, three boys and two girls at last count, were old enough to understand that our family was different from most, we bought a large plot of land, near a small town that was populated by one of those ‘fundamentalist’ groups, and moved our group of trailers onto the property.