It was the late 90's. a typically warm sunny day in the heart of Silicone Valley. I was a young cyber-debutante /musician existing amongst the throes of dot com'ers. That day was exceptionally vivid as I recall locking my car door and casually sauntering towards the dilapidated old apartment complex. I had been online chatting with this woman named Kim who described herself as a "part-tme model". Today I was about to meet her for the first time.
Native born, I stood an average height, lean with a full mop of shiny black hair, bangs in my face mirroring the alt/rock Seattle grunge music scene that would soon be fading. Back in those days I was a beta user of the now infamous controlled substance called Crystal Meth. It was a weekend, so on this particular day I was under it's influence. Unlike most tweakers, I kept my use of controlled substances in moderation.
Walking faster I could feel a rush coming on as if I was levitating, my every sense was on full alert. Every stride I took seemed to somehow stimulate the underside sensitive head of my cock, it's firmness growing visible in the leg of my black khaki type shorts that I wore low on my hip.
I spotted the apt where Kim lived and as I approached I noticed the face of a child peering out the front window. "Aww shit" I thought to myself "this sucks -she never mentioned having any kids to me". Being the considerate type I didn't want to bail out on this woman without at least a "hello". Arriving at her doorstep I gave a polite knock on the weathered door. It was promptly opened. There stood before me a woman who looked to be in her early thirties, average looking, thin and petite, not ugly but certainly not stunning model material. After introducing herself as Kim, she nervously invited me inside. Once in, I removed my shades and gave her a warm but reserved greeting after assessing her looks. As my eyes adjusted to the indoor dimness my cock gave a twitch when I observed the rather vulgar camel toe between her legs wedging a puffy bulge through the thin tight fabric of her mini cotton shorts. I admired the deep crevice as it snaked up in between her firm shapely buttocks. Being a camel toe lover I had to appreciate the contours and definition displayed on this one. Despite the temptation I was still resolved to try and maintain my standard of quality.
I contemplated on executing a courteous exit, but during the course of small talk she divulged something that signaled me to stick around a little longer. She claimed to have a connection to "the kind", ..the coveted glasslike pure ether based crystal meth that will keep you up for days. All she needed was someone to stay with her kids while she went to score it. Her extreme generosity at offering to pay for it all including sharing it with me for free was an indication that she wanted me to stay around for some fun. She looked do-able; and I had a strong desire to unload, ..and free crank? Wtf!.I reasoned to myself. A horny sugar mama could bring some benefits. One never knows what perks may be hidden.
After agreeing to baby-sit Kim's children while she scores us a bag I took a moment to survey my surroundings while Kim prepared to leave. The unit appeared to be a 1-bedroom 1-bath type with a small kitchen. It was dimly lit but the glow emitting from the console TV which her 2 kids were glued to was bright enough for me to determine that although poor and into drugs, this mother was capable of keeping her home clean. After a while Kim reappeared dressed in some loose fit jeans and half shirt. She explained that her "connection" persistently hits on her so she didn't want to encourage him by wearing anything sexy. After briefing me on where some snacks were for the kids and myself, she left while reminding me to be patient because she was using the Public Transit to get there and back.
Once she was gone I felt somewhat awkward at first being that I had no prior experience overseeing children, but the fixation the 2 kids had for the TV helped fill the void allowing me to be more at ease. I noticed a small cluster of magazines in a rack next to a recliner so I got up and sat in it kicking the foot rest up into the recline position for comfortable reading. I thumbed through the cluster of mostly fashion magazines and was surprised to find an adult type magazine amongst the collection. It was just a simple budget press kind found at news stands and contained mainly ads from local singles and couples with pictures looking to meet for casual sex. I began to flip through the pages engrossed with all the ads for people wanting sex. Suddenly I heard a little noise come from the direction of where the 2 kids were sitting on the floor. I looked up from my reading to find a curious display unfolding before me. The little girl was sitting on the carpeted floor, her knees drawn up and arms wrapped around her little legs in a defensive position. She was clutching the hem of her short summer dress and pulling it down in an effort to protect her privates from being prodded by a pencil that older brother was wielding. My first reaction upon witnessing this behavior was to ask the boy to refrain from assaulting his little sister. He obeyed and returned to watching TV. Baffled somewhat by this behavior I began to wonder if this was typical of kids growing up. Not having an answer I resumed my reading. After a while I looked up to find the boy again with pencil in hand lying on his back attempting to peer under the little girl's dress, wearing an evil grin and snickering. Again I asked him to stop but this time he didn't listen; instead he appeared to become even more aggressive.
Realizing my failure at presenting myself as a convincing parental figure I resorted to diversion tactics by inviting both children to come with me to the kitchen for some ice cream. This proved successful at getting the boy to finally stop with his devious play. Well as you can guess this was only a temporary fix, and upon our return to the living room the boy once again resumed his behavior. I tried various ways to control the little devil. I tried everything from threatening to tell his mother about his behavior to attempts at reasoning with him about the proper behavior of a male. He persisted in ignoring everything I said. I noticed that the little girl was quite a trooper through it all. She would quietly fend him off as best as she could without anger. I felt a desire to protect her from this demon sibling of hers. I informed her that if she wanted she could share the recliner with me to get away from the line of sight her brother had fixed upon her. I suggested that she could amuse herself with some pencils and her sketchpad. She promptly accepted the offer, so I scooted over enabling us both to sit in the reclined position as she doodled on her pad. This appeared to be a promising fix to the dilemma,.. or so it seemed.
It was about this time that I began to take notice of the physical features that this little girl possessed. She appeared to be about 6 or 7 years of age, petite and slender with no hips or chest but her natural posture pushed her little butt out revealing it's rounded shape. Her dark red-ish hair was up in two little ponytails with long strands framing her fair skin face. I noticed she had a cute upturned nose accenting a somewhat pout-ish looking mouth that would occasionally curl its lip when she spoke. As I was fumbling around in an effort to swap the adult magazine for something more appropriate my focus was strangely unable to resist peeking at the tiny set of legs stretched out beside me. Meanwhile the little tot appeared to be engrossed with her drawing, as she lay extended with her sketchpad positioned on the recliner's armrest. My conscience began to grapple with undeniable feelings of sexual arousal when I noticed that her short cotton summer dress had innocently hiked up to reveal the worn out faded panties she was wearing. The tattered cloth was ripped and torn with a couple of large holes that obscenely displayed portions of the child's hairless puffy sex. As the young thing adjusted her legs for optimal comfort I realized I had a visual on the target of her brother's obsession. I recall wondering why Kim didn't provide her daughter some new underwear. The deviant side of me was rather glad she didn't. I had to face the fact that because of my thrill seeker nature and anti society attitude I was becoming aroused.
Unable to resist I stole another glance at the prepubescent stretched out beside me unknowingly exposing her privates. Society would deem this inappropriate. On the other hand the actions perpetrated by her brother when attempting to penetrate her with a pencil is far less appropriate. I wondered if it was possible for a child of her age to experience sexual pleasure. Why was her brother so fixated on her privates? While processing these thoughts my cock on it's own accord engorged itself with blood thickening to a somewhat uncomfortable tube steak size, fat and rock hard. I attempted to adjust it so that it wouldn't be so obviously displayed under the fabric of my shorts while draping the magazine I was reading over my lap for concealment. In doing so I didn't realize that the magazine was open to a full two-page photo spread featuring the fully nude swinger couple of the month. Before I could flip it shut a loud snicker emitted from the little demon of a brother. Too late -he'd already seen. Trying to regain my composure I calmly removed the magazine off of my lap and placed it back in the rack beside me. Without a magazine for cover, my erection was exposed. It's girth and length formed an obscene bulge. Like a fat salami it laid atop my legs that I held pinched together so as to enable the little girl enough room to share the recliner with me. This also did not go unnoticed by the little brat boy as he proceeded to bob up and down from a kneeling position on the carpeted floor a couple feet away, pointing his finger towards my crotch while giggling and taunting "oooooo, I see that, oooooo, you can't hide it!"
I quickly glanced at the little girl next to me to gauge her reaction and noticed her eyes were fixed on my bulge staring at it in a curiously studious way. All of a sudden she spoke; "Tommy -stop sayin dat,.. dat's not nice...stop it.... pulleeeez".she said in an effort to come to my defense. I remember thinking to myself how cute and sweet this child was. I took the opportunity to give her little leg a squeeze to signal my appreciation for her boldness. As I did I fought the impulse to caress the baby soft skin of her inner thighs leading up to the hole ridden panties which I noticed had begun to wedge itself a deep crevice through the hairless slit of her tiny folds. She must have picked up on my focus of attention because in a typical shy childlike manner she attempted to sit more ladylike while tugging at her dress to cover herself. At that point I refrained from emitting any more signals that may cause her to feel self-conscious. I decided to ask these two children if they had a father. I began by simply asking "So where's your Dad?"... after some silence the girl somewhat timidly replies "He's gone away for now".. to which her brother loudly adds "He'll be back, mom talks to him she told me so", then he proceeded to play with a plastic toy pistol brandishing it in mock combat as he leaped around the room stir crazy from boredom. Shit,. I thought to myself, I hope he will burn out and settle down soon. I glanced at his little sister to ask her if he's always this active, but I was suddenly jarred by a dull impact upon my crotch. Startled, I instinctively placed both of my hands over my crotch as a defensive reflex. To my lower left I spotted the demon brother in a crouch attempting to hide while unable to contain his giggling mischievous glee. Springing up he launched himself at me again aiming for my lap. Gripping his plastic toy pistol with both hands he thrust towards my crotch. In that instant I understood that this boy was simply using this pseudo violent method of play to mask his real agenda,.. which was to touch my penis. Ironically the boy's fixation on his sister's privates was diverted to mine. It then occurred to me that I should simply play along with the boy and allow him to feel in command. Being that his body weight was that of a child it was unlikely that he could be capable of physically hurting me even if he intended to. Hurting me clearly was not his goal as he made every effort to execute a soft landing upon my loins and then quickly push himself off while placing his hands on my cock. I chose a passive role and pretended to be engrossed with reading a magazine and feigned surprise and helplessness at the boy's every assault and retreat. He delighted in becoming bolder and more deliberate at fondling my tool. Then something happened that I never dreamed could stimulate me with such intensity. First I heard the little girl's tiny voice of protest saying "Don't you do dat anymore Tommy,.. I wont let you". Then I felt her tiny set of hands placed upon my cock as if to innocently shield or protect it from what she perceived as hurtful attacks by her older sibling. My senses were at overload and my sex drive chemically enhanced. More blood surged into my cock causing it to twitch and jerk violently under her tiny hand. With a puzzled expression on her face she began a closer inspection of the throbbing member which appeared to have a life of it's own. Gritting my teeth I let out a low moan. With a look of sincere innocence and one hand covering her mouth she whispered "oopsie, I think I made your thingie wake up,.. will it hafta pee icky milk now?" Given my state of arousal I could only respond with a weak smile as I struggled with maintaining control. The little girl decided to continue with her investigation to determine if my thingie already made its milk. She maneuvered herself on the recliner into a kneeling position. Then with one hand still clutching my cock to help keep her balanced, she proceeded to lean precariously forward levering her head low enough to peer up the open pant leg of my shorts to check for milk. In this position her dress hiked completely up exposing her tiny ass and hole-ridden panties that were misaligned to one side partially embedding the elastic between her hairless puffy folds. The fabric stretched obscenely (like a Melvin) jamming itself up between the crack of her tiny ass cheeks. I detected a faint brown skid mark, barely visible, as the cloth strung itself like a thong partially revealing her puckered pink asshole as it threatened to gape due to the extreme angle in which she positioned her body.
This was all too much for me,... with a stifled "nnnuuunghhh" I unleashed, unloading a scalding rope of sperm so thick that it flared my dilated pisshole as the torrent of liquid ejected from the swollen head. The hot deluge of my first shot blasted square in the face of the exploring little girl as she was bent over peeking up the pant leg of my shorts. Startled, she recoiled while tightening her grip on my cock to secure her balance as she struggled to straighten her body and arise from the awkward position. The clutching grip of her tiny hand triggered yet another thick long rope of my milk to burst forth and splatter onto the dark carpeted floor. Not wanting the extremely intense experience to end I clamped my hand over the little girl's hand and squeezed -forcing her to finish me off as my pulsating thick rod spewed the remainder of my huge load onto the drenched carpet, its oozing trail trickling out from the bottom of my pants leg to pool on the vinyl upholstered recliner.
Spent, I suddenly returned to my senses in a bit of a panic. I glanced over at the boy who appeared to be in somewhat of a trance as he sat perched near the semen-drenched carpet, wide eyed and mouth open in awe as he surveyed the aftermath of my explosive release. I braced myself as I saw his face transform into a wicked sneer, a prelude to the hyena like taunting laughter typical of a naughty boy his age. Switching my focus upon the little girl still sitting beside me I ordered the boy to go look for a clean towel, which to my surprise he obeyed. My initial assessment of the little girl's state of mind and body elicited mixed feelings of guilt, sexual arousal and concern. Tender affection flooded me overriding all other emotions as I caught a glimpse of her bottom lip trembling while she attempted to wipe my semen from her eyes using the bottom hem part of her short dress. She was again unavoidably exposing herself as she rested on her heels, her spread knees digging into the cushioned seat of the recliner. I tore my attention from her momentarily to grab the towel from the outstretched hand of the boy who had returned. As I thanked him he blurted out "Hey you,. you should do that again" in almost a demanding tone. Thinking quickly I saw an opportunity to possibly be rid of him for a while. Mustering my most convincing tone I promised him a repeat performance with the added bonus of including his personal participation so I can show him some fun secrets, but I added "only if he would promise to keep quiet about everything",.. he promptly interjected stating " I already know all that". Although I was tempted to ask how he knew to do this I refrained from doing so. I still couldn't help but be concerned about the consequences to all this. At this point my little head took command. I asked the boy to do one more thing for me. It was to promise me he would behave and stay put in front of the TV for awhile so I could take his little sister into the bathroom to wash up. He reluctantly obliged after I convinced him he would be rewarded in the end. I gently bundled the little cum splattered girl up in the towel and whisked her into the bathroom locking the door behind me. I dampened a corner of the towel using water from the bathtub spigot and proceeded to softly wipe clean her pouting angelic face. I sat down on the closed lid of the toilet facing her as I whispered "I'm sorry if I hurt you,.. you just made me feel so good I couldn't stop my milk" . to which she replied with a soft squeaky voice "It didn't hurt , I jus got scwared.. your thingies milk was hot like fire,.. n.. got in my eye" and then she added "But now it's ok" I gently took her face into my hands and asked her if I could check her eyes to make sure she's ok. Smiling shyly she offered her face to me opening her eyes wide. I peered deep into her clear pure green eyes and blew a playful puff of air directly at her fluttering eyelash, which made her giggle. Unable to resist her sweet flesh I drew her into my arms and lovingly kissed her soft pouty lips. I kissed her deeply, my tongue sensually invading her inexperienced mouth as I awakened a hidden desire within her. Navigating around her teeth I intertwined with her passive tongue. She tasted so fresh and thrilling (with a hint of chocolate) as I felt her body tremble with excitement. I withdrew my mouth from hers for a brief moment to look at her face. I admired her flawless beauty, as she remained frozen in our kissing pose with eyes shut, her head cocked and lips parted in a dreamy smile. Opening my legs wide I pulled her back into my embrace. Kissing her passionately I slipped my right hand under her dress to knead her firm tiny ass engulfing it entirely in one hand. I slipped my other hand under her dress and used both hands to cup the child's ass cheeks pulling her even closer. Crazy with lust I obscenely pried her firm rounded buns apart. I didn't foresee spreading them this wide apart would result in her little puckered rosebud opening and expelling gas with a dainty odorless fart. The involuntary fart amused the little angel, so even as our mouths were locked together in a kiss she burst into laughter as any normal child would. I reveled in her laughter as it reverberated through my body, her lungs pushing sound and air into mine as we remained locked in our kiss with her miniature frame welded to me. Slipping my hands underneath the elastic waistband of her worn panties and I pushed them down off her little butt dropping them to her ankles enabling her to instinctively step out of them. Her face was full of wonder as she somehow knew to raise her arms on her own accord so that I may lift her flimsy little dress up and off of her body with one fluid motion. Now she stood naked shivering with anticipation, her sweet, tender and pure prepubescent pale body hairless, straight and smooth.
I arose from my sitting position on the toilet lid to stand towering over her as I removed my tank top. The little naked girl's attention seemed drawn to my tribal tattoo as she reached out to touch it with her finger following the trail of ink as it disappeared under my khaki's riding low on my hip. My cock was again primed as it strained to be released from the confines of my shorts. The stimulation I derived by administering such acts of intimacy upon this little girl required effort to avoid premature ejaculation,.. a condition I thought I conquered when I was an early teen. Ignoring the discomfort of my aching throbbing member, my only desire was to pleasure this goddess of a child. Without warning I swiftly lifted the girl up and planted her naked butt upon the white simulated marble counter top of the mirrored bathroom vanity. I then asked her to carefully stand up on the counter top and face me. With my help in steadying her she now stood elevated upon the bathroom sink counter top/vanity looking down on me. I gently prodded her legs apart stooping to bury my face in the plump hairless folds of her underdeveloped sex positioned at chest level before me. The young thing let out a squeal followed by a series of giggles as she pat the top of my head playfully. Using my tongue skills I swabbed her little slit eventually coaxing her tiny hidden clit to harden. The girl became quiet with the exception of a few grunts and random soft moans as I concentrated on stimulating her mini clit. Noticing the large mirrored wall which was positioned directly behind her, I grasped both of her butt cheeks and parted them wide enabling me to clearly see in detail the mirrored image of her tiny gaping asshole being vulgarly displayed as I tongue fucked her. I spotted a pump style soap dispenser within arms reach so I smoothly applied a squirt of liquid soap to my index finger and gingerly inserted it knuckle deep into her dilated butt hole. With a small voice she exclaimed, "I feel I hafta poo". I softly reassured her that it was ok,..and she could even pretend like she was going poo, because going poo feels good and I don't mind if her poo comes out. So with my finger penetrating her little sphincter I resumed my tongue assault on her noticeably aroused clit. I could feel the powerful contractions of her anus as they became more frequent, clenching and unclenching on my finger like a vise. Trapping her engorged clit between my pursed lips I vibrated it, flicking it rapidly with hummingbird strokes. All of a sudden she let out a muffled wail "ooiiooeeeumphuhh" and I felt her legs buckle and her tummy ripple as she ground her spasming crotch into my face. With her fists clenched gripping my hair, her brain sought to process these new sensations. I sensed her body recoil and stiffen as she prepared to peak on the final wave that was about to rip through her delicate frame. Gasping and babbling baby talk incoherently she convulsed against my vibrating tongue. I pulled my embedded finger from her clenching ass and her tiny body let go, discharging a burst of air from her unplugged asshole powerful enough to splatter a few specs of fecal matter on the vanity mirror. The pungent scent of little girl poo filled the room and the distinct taste of urine was in my mouth. It was apparent that her release also encompassed her body fluids. I realized the little girl was struggling with her emotions, confused and on the verge of crying. Reaching up I gathered her into my arms. Locking her legs around my waist with her arms around my neck she clung to me as I held her tight. I assured her that she didn't do anything wrong or bad. I kissed her cheek and whispered into her ear how beautiful she was. After a moment or two I gently set the child down leaving her standing naked and soiled on the bathroom floor. I chuckled as I pointed to the stream of urine running down her leg and then to the speckled mirror and said "It feels real good to tinkle and poo sometimes huh?" She blushed and nodded her head in agreement. I poked at her ribs tickling her and she responded with a giggle.
At this point I was a little concerned about the time but by my calculations it still seemed safe. I understood how drug deals worked and figured it always took longer than anticipated. Then there was a bang on the bathroom door and I heard the little boy whine something about what's taking so long. Opening up the door I told the boy that his little sister had poo herself and needed a bath. He caught a wiff of the faint odor and when he saw her immediately began to mock her. I told him to be quiet as I started to run the bath water to fill the tub. The little boy quickly retorted with "What 'bout what you promised?.. liar, liar". I said okay but everything has to be a secret, and if you tell anyone about it I won't ever come back to visit you. The boy answered "I don't tell nuthin" . Looking over at his little naked sister who stood with her hands covering her sex he sneered, "she won't tell too", to which she shook her head in dumb agreement. I instructed the boy to go into the kitchen and fetch the bottle of dish soap. Picking the little girl up I lifted her into the tub as it was filling with water. When the boy returned I squirted some dish soap into the tub and watched the little girls face light up as the bubbles appeared. Looking at the boy I said, "Okay we need to both be naked." I dropped my shorts. The little boy balked, standing wide-eyed watching my swaying cock as I climbed into the bath and sat down. I twisted around to shut off the flow of water as the boy stripped naked and jumped into the bath to sit behind his little sister, legs straddling her sides. I maneuvered the little girl around to sit with her tiny butt up against my rapidly re-hardening cock as I went through the motions of washing her body clean. The boy began splashing about, but then decided to focus his attention on jammin' his foot up underneath his sister's crotch laughing and chanting, "I'll kick your butt". I lifted her up to escape his prodding foot but by doing so I enabled his foot to plant itself directly on my now erect cock. Realizing what his foot was pressing on he became serious and remarked "mine's gonna be just as big" in a matter of fact tone. I responded with "Let's have a look and I'll tell you if so". The boy suddenly got fidgety and said "no you'll just make fun of me". Acting nonchalantly I reassured him I already caught a glimpse of it and in my opinion his was gonna grow even bigger than mine. The boy reacted with renewed vigor and commenced with fondling himself and showing off his little hardon to me and to his little sister who appeared somewhat unimpressed.
My own cock was fully erect, fat and in danger of unloading at the slightest touch. I told the boy that I was ready to play as promised. Giggling he stood up as I scooped his tiny sister up and stepped out of the tub. I positioned myself to stand facing the vanity mirror with the girl's arms wrapped around my neck, her legs wrapped around my waist clutching me in an embrace as my hands cupped her ass cheeks to support her feather like weight. I could see her puckered asshole clearly in the mirror's reflection. Her older brother obviously was captivated by the erotic display also as he stood gawking at my massive erect cock poised for penetration, slapping gently against his younger sister's small buttocks. I snapped him from his gaze by ordering him to squirt some lotion in his hand and apply it to my Willy. He did what I asked with obvious naughty excitement as he awkwardly rubbed a handful of the greasy stuff thoroughly on my throbbing member. I had to stop him before I prematurely ejaculated so I huskily prompted him to stop. Knowing he had discovered a way to control me he defiantly continued to squeeze and stroke me,.. suddenly I felt his warm mouth engulf my bloated cock head, and I had to twist my body away violently to avoid erupting. Panting, I told the giggling kid to wait a minute as he stared proudly at the clear oozing precum that he triggered as it ran dripping down the length of my rod. I told the little boy that he should try to insert my now slippery Willy into his sister's butt hole. With mischievous glee he firmly gripped the length of my cock with both hands and pressed it's fat head against the girl's exposed anus. I whispered in the little girl's ear instructing her to pretend like she was going poo. I felt her body comply as her brother pushed with more force "I can make it go in!" he declared. I felt something give and then the bulbous lubricated head of my cock was engulfed within the tightest clenching ring of flesh known to a man. The tiny girl gave a stuttered little cry of pain. The pulsating knob of flesh that was lodged in her poop chute was stretching it to its limits. I soothed her with my voice and softly kissed her neck enabling her to relax and adjust to being penetrated by such girth.
There I stood in the bathroom stimulated to the extreme both mentally and physically. After being up for days partying on meth the scenario that was lewdly being displayed in the mirror before me was indescribably erotic. With awe I studied the nude child that I held effortlessly suspended in mid-air, legs wrapped about my waist her arms flung around my neck. I admired the flawless contours of her tiny ass, as it was obscenely impaled on my rod of steel, which appeared to be as thick in circumference as her arms. I could feel her anal cavity clench and unclench. The obscene display in the mirror was becoming more than I could take, so I shakily ordered the little boy to resume squeezing and stroking my rock hard shaft. It was obvious that the girl's butt hole would not accommodate any more of my cock inside her without risk of injury. The eager boy proceeded to squeeze & fondle my swollen rigid shaft as it's head remained imbedded within the powerful grip of his younger sibling's rectal orifice. I felt my whole body go rigid, and I experienced every bit of my life force surge to the base of my cock. Drug induced tension and taboo lust overtook me, filling the capillaries of my engorged constricted shaft. The tight ring formed by the tiny girl's clenching anus served to delay my release further until the pressure simply became too great forcing her tight anal cavity ring open and allowing me to inject a powerful solid stream of searing lava into the little child's bowels. With each following discharge, the volume of semen pried her anal ring apart flooding her insides with my sperm until it was overflowing, breaching and bubbling out of the girl's sphincter onto the furiously pumping hand of her older sibling. The boy reveled in the perverted display of squelching lathering semen as it coated his pistoning hand. My knees buckled as my body spewed torrents of scalding release creating a vacuum of pressure within the girl's anal cavity. A moment later the collected pressure inside her hole literally blew my cock head out from the gripping seal of her powerful sphincter. Still grasping my freed rod, the boy watched devilishly as it ejected a final rope of sperm from its shit speckled cock head splattering his wrist with my opaque jism. Depleted, I slumped against the vanity to steady myself. To the devious boy's delight the gaping hole of his little sisters reamed rectum expelled a loud wet farting vacuum of steaming defecate tinted semen. Its odor was sweetish and unlike any other scent. I caught the boy wrinkling his nose -but before he could launch his verbal assault I clamped my hand over his bratty mouth giving him a stern look to stop him from upsetting the precarious state of his little sister. I sent him away to fetch us some clean towels and took the opportunity to lovingly kiss and reassure the little girl of her angelic status. By the time her brother returned with the towels she was calm, exhibiting a curiosity for these new sensations.. She insisted on a close examination of my cock during which I observed her hand between her legs subconsciously rubbing her discovery zone of awakening pleasure.
I soon came to learn that the father to these 2 children was serving a lengthy prison sentence and that he was sexually interacting with the 2 of them prior to his incarceration. I never really knew what the mother's position on the issue was. I did know that she recognized her little daughter's attachment to me and even appeared to encourage it. I made certain she was well satisfied sexually -so maybe this is why she always wanted me around to watch her kids for her, whatever. Maybe that's another story. In time my lovely preteen lover developed into a sexi little rocker bassist, but she continued having me play her G string .. in drop D -heh.
It's a little sad in a way knowing that the bar was set so high, and I will never again expect to attain the climactic level that peaked when I was "up for days".
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