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To Heaven and Back - One Pervert's True Story
by Anonymous (firstandonlypost2k4@yahoo.com)
***
This is a true story that contains pedophilia, incest,
bestiality, forced sex, and other objectionable
content. My purpose is to lay out my history, so this
is not written in the overwrought-style of most
erotica, but rather more matter-of-factly, as a
narrative. The people, ages, and events are real, as
are the settings; however, I have changed the names to
protect the innocent and guilty alike, and I hope I
will not give enough information to clearly identify
the people involved, myself included. (M/g+, extreme-
ped, inc, nc, 1st, oral, mast)
***
CHAPTER 1
I have known since I was very young that I am a
pervert. I remember seeing Johnny Weissmuller and
Maureen O'Hara in "Tarzan" as a young boy of 4 or 5,
then dreaming about hugging Jane naked, rubbing myself
on her. I knew little then, but the thought was highly
satisfying.
I started masturbating to orgasm around age 7. By this
point I would dream about seeing little girls naked as
I jacked off. I thought I must be completely weird
because of what I did, since my friends all thought
girls were icky. After every orgasm, I felt a
tremendous wave of guilt. I think this may have messed
me up. Psychologists say that child abuse victims
become abusers, and that they seek out victims who are
the same age as they themselves were when abused. I
don't know if this is valid, but in a sense I guess I
was my own abuser.
I grew up living on a large estate on the border
between a good-size city and a farming community in
South America, the son of a very well-to-do family. I'm
embarrassed to admit it, but my teen hormones were so
powerful that I occasionally turned to one or another
of our large Great Danes (female, if it makes me any
less twisted).
On lonely nights, I would open my doors (which looked
out into my own private patio), and call one or another
bitch over. I had really very little preference, since
they were all tall enough that I didn't need to crouch
behind them; regrettably, they were dogs after all, and
when not in heat, very difficult to violate. On those
(fortunately few) occasions when I was successful, the
feeling was incredible, as their pussies were tight and
wet, and once penetrated, they stood stock-still while
I fucked them with all my might.
Let me take just a minute to dispel a myth propagated
by some clearly fictional bestiality stories. It's true
that bitches clench, but this has to work in
conjunction with a dog's "knot" to result in them being
tied together. Perhaps a human with a very large
cockhead and skinny shaft might, maybe, suffer this
indignity, but it certainly never happened to me.
My cockhead is only nominally thicker than my shaft,
which, though only 7 inches long, is extremely thick,
especially near the base where it is nearly 8 inches in
circumference. I certainly wasn't thinking about this
at the time I was violating canines, and had I thought
about it I might never have enjoyed an altogether
pleasurable phase of my life.
This phase might have continued throughout my
adolescence, had my parents not moved to the United
States and left me alone with an old, clueless aunt for
company. I should mention that my parents lived back
and forth, my dad working in the US from time to time.
In fact, in my first 15 years of life, I must have
lived 6 with both parents together.
There I was, 13 years old in a lawless country, with
deep pockets and nutty friends. The first night my
parents were gone, we had an intoxication party that
ended with my entire suite (bedroom, living room,
bathroom, patio) covered in vomit. In a drunken haze I
confessed my bestiality to my friends, and all five of
them took turns fucking the shit out of my poor
bitches.
The next day we were hung-over, covered in filth, and
guilt-ridden. To recover our manliness, we arranged to
meet at a whorehouse that evening. Everyone showed up
on time, and I experienced my first "normal" sex, if
you can call a 13-year-old boy with an ugly 40-year-old
hooker in a smelly brothel normal.
For me, the guilt I had and the disgust I felt at the
end of each of these excursions I think may have
contributed to turning me off from adult women. You
could call it aversion-therapy, as each adult sexual
experience was mentally associated in me with all those
negative connotations. Very soon, I had to get piss-
drunk to go, and the hangovers probably added to the
aversion.
To make matters worse, I had several live-in maids, but
the times were changing, and while my father could have
had (and probably did have) sex with any of his maids
or peasant girls, I didn't find it so easy. Partly
through shyness, partly through changing mores, my
clumsy early teenage attempts at seducing a procession
of lonely, captive girls went mostly unsatisfied.
I say mostly because some maids would flirt with me
outrageously, to the point of grabbing my crotch and
pinching or cupping my ass, but always would run when I
tried to reciprocate. In case you're wondering, I was a
pretty good-looking kid, and being rich never hurt
anyone, especially not in a poor South American
countryside.
Finally, good girls (girlfriend material) in that time
and place simply didn't "do it." I used to say, and
mostly still believe, that my country and time
corresponded most closely to the 1950's US in terms of
social behavior.
I thus built up a double frustration: the women I
wanted, I couldn't have, and the women I had, I didn't
want. I don't mean this to whine, but rather to give a
reference for what came next in my sexual evolution (or
regression if you prudishly prefer).
CHAPTER 2
My best friend Jose had a modern house with a large
swimming pool. More importantly, he had a cute little
sister (Maria) 6 years younger than I, and an even
cuter cousin (Alex) was 5 years younger than I. Growing
up, I would often feed my frustrations playing with
them in the pool, holding them by their crotches as I
tossed them up in the air.
Eventually, I started slipping my hand under their
swimsuits, completely nonchalantly, and rubbing their
pussies a little. I never said anything, and neither
did they. I would hold them in my arms, slip my hand
under their swimsuits, rub their clits for a few
seconds, then toss them up and out of the water before
any of the grownups thought something odd was up.
Again, nothing was ever said, but the girls kept coming
back for more.
Over time, I realized Maria had a crush on me, while I
had developed a crush on Alex. In my father's time, it
had not been unusual for men to pick girls from a very
young age and "raise them" to be their wives (Elvis
moved Priscilla and his family into his home years
before they married and consummated their
relationship). Again, times had changed, so I could do
this only in a half-joking manner, without attracting
strange looks.
Those pool sessions were the farthest I got with either
girl during my adolescence, though I did give Alex her
first real kiss when she was 11, at the end of a long
summer vacation on the lake. The powerful and long-
lasting effect of these activities, however, was to
turn my sensibilities on to young girls.
CHAPTER 3
For a long time, I took no further steps in that
direction, however, and I think I could have turned
back. But then, when I was 17 and in the US, just prior
to college, one of my dad's secretaries, a good-looking
woman of 26, fell in love with me and seduced me. We
had a powerful, torrid love affair, with each of us
driving hours to see the other.
She was married with a 6-year-old daughter, but she
assured me she and her husband were separated and on a
path to divorce. If you guessed already that she left
me to return to her husband, you're right. To say I was
heartbroken is an understatement. I dropped out of
college, gained a lot of weight, and spent my days
sleeping and eating in my bedroom.
Eventually, I pulled myself together enough to go back
to school. Over the next couple of years, I had a few
casual sexual encounters with normal women (and a few
with hookers). None of these was lasting, and each only
served to deepen my despair and distrust of women.
It was in this emotional context and frame of mind that
I engaged in a completely inappropriate, not to say
criminal, relationship with my own little sister. Terry
was 13 years younger than I, and started catching my
eye around the time she turned 6. She and I had always
been close, in a father-daughter sort of way. Though
the last couple of years we had been apart while I was
away in college.
We got together with my family for Christmas in
Florida, and something about the sun, her tan, her
swimsuit, made something click in my mind. I saw her
not just as beautiful, but sexy as well. I took a few
tame but slightly provocative pictures of her on the
beach, with her swimsuit bottoms stuck in the crack of
her cute little bubble butt. I had her pose several
ways, stretching her long, sexy legs this way and that,
pouting her lips and giving little knowing smiles to
the camera.
One day, we went to Sea World, and on the long drive
back, late in the evening, she was sitting in the
backseat of the car cuddled up against me, my brothers
sleeping soundly leaning right, my mother asleep in the
front passenger seat and I, behind my dad who was
driving intently because of the rain.
I covered Terry with a jacket, and was rubbing her
back, when, almost without thought, my hand drifted to
her bottom. I started rubbing her butt cheeks gently,
then started pressing a little against her butt crack
with my index finger. Slowly, very slowly, I lowered my
hand so that my finger would just touch the space
between her anus and cunthole.
Eventually, I started pressing a little harder, and
concentrating on that little spot. After a few minutes,
I tried moving my finger up a little more so that I
could rub her clit, but her legs were pressed together
and I couldn't get access without moving her --
possibly drawing unwanted attention from my family.
Something then happened that changed my life: Terry
slowly spread her legs for me. At first I thought this
was coincidence, but eagerly took the opportunity. My
hand crept up her slit, and I started massaging her
little clitoris. After several minutes her breathing
became ragged, and suddenly her legs squeezed tightly
together.
After a few agonizing seconds, her legs relaxed again.
I rubbed lightly for a few moments more, then began
slowly withdrawing my hand. I could have come in my
pants when she suddenly tightened her legs again! I
waited for her to relax, then slid my hand in again,
and repeated the procedure. By the time we got to the
hotel, I had given her three orgasms.
The following day, when my parents announced they
wanted to go shopping, I begged off. Both my brothers
were eager to go, but Terry also asked to stay behind.
I waited a good 15 minutes after they left, the longest
15 minutes in my life, before I casually asked Terry if
she wanted me to give her a bath.
I hadn't done that in years, but she quite as casually
answered, "Sure." In my underpants, I trotted her out
to the bathroom and started the water. I helped her
take her clothes off, then sat her down in the tub as
the water (and my cock) started to rise.
I splashed water on her and tickled her until the tub
was full and the room warm and steamy. I asked her to
stand and began to lather her up, starting at the top
and slowly working my way down. As my hands made their
way down her lithe young body, I joked with her about
how dirty she was. I rubbed her nipples, pretending
they were smudges (I've read many supposedly true
stories that describe little girls being aroused by
their nipples being stimulated, but it didn't happen in
this case, nor ever with any little girl I've played
with). Then, I rubbed her tummy, nervously working my
way around to her backside.
I cupped her beautiful little but cheeks, and started
massaging them gently but firmly. Slowly, I spread her
cheeks apart and got my first close-up look at her
tight little pink anus. I worked my hand around, again
joking at how dirty it was. Properly lathered up, I
managed to insert just the tip of my left index finger
into her anus, then gently slid my right hand up and
over her pussy. By this point my voice dropped a few
octaves, and I huskily told her she was also very dirty
there. Some shred of caution made me ask her if she
wanted me to clean that spot extra well. To my eternal
thrill, in a small voice she answered "Yes."
I began working up a lather, rubbing her up and down
her slit. I turned her sideways so I could stroke her
pussy with my right hand as I tenderly tickled her anus
with my left. Within minutes she began to come, and
shudders racked her little body as she stood naked in
my arms. When they subsided, I rinsed her off, then
quickly washed her legs and feet. Finally, I gave her a
big hug and told her she was all clean. She looked up
at me and asked, demurely, "Aren't you going to take a
bath too?"
My hairs stood on end as shivers ran up my spine. In
all our years together, I had never taken a bath with
her, and she had never seen me naked. I covered up by
pretending to be casual, pulling down my shorts as if
it were the most natural thing to do, and getting into
the tub with her.
She started, as I had, by cleaning my upper body, but
clumsily and haphazardly, as a child would with any job
they were not trained for. She also played the "dirty"
game, pretending to rub off my nipples. When she
finished my tummy, I got up and she came face to face
with my raging hard-on.
She rubbed the shaft with the bar of soap, then the
head, smiling all the while. I lifted my leg onto the
side of the tub so she could access my scrotum,
advising her to be careful because she could hurt me.
She gently rubbed her soapy hands all around my balls,
slipping her fingers up my butt crack and feeling for
my anus. I almost came when she started poking her
little finger up my asshole, but managed to hold back.
By this point she had forgotten all about the "dirty"
game, and was concentrating on looking at, exploring,
and rubbing every part of my private anatomy. When I
finally could take it no longer, I asked her to grip my
shaft and start stroking back and forth. I kept
murmuring, "Yes, just like that sweetheart, don't
stop."
When I came, I spurted semen right past her face,
barely missing her. She was so surprised she dropped
her hands. I had to grab my shaft and pump to keep my
orgasm going. I remember it being so intense the bright
white bathroom faded to gray. I hate to think what
could have happened if I had passed out and bonked my
head on the porcelain. Death would have been the least
objectionable outcome then!
When I recovered, I sat back down. Terry looked a
little worried, so I reassured her with a big hug,
telling her in a cheery voice, "Thanks! I'm all clean
now."
We played around a little while, but not sexually any
more. Then, we spent the rest of the morning at the
beach, doing mostly normal brother-sister things. At
one point, though, in the water, I slipped my hand
under her suit and massaged her pussy to orgasm. That
was the last bit of "fun" we had that vacation, as no
more opportunities presented themselves.
CHAPTER 4
When summer vacation came, I kept my apartment near
college, and had her visit for a couple of weeks. We
explored each other much more openly then. We started
our first night by taking another bath together,
everything proceeding just as it had in Florida, except
she was not surprised this time by my jism, and in fact
it seemed to entertain her. So much so, in fact, that
she worked my cock extra hard as I came, as if she
wanted to get as much out of me as possible. We
finished up and got dressed.
After that, I changed the game completely, telling her
we could play husband and wife. She pretended to cook
and I pretended to eat. When she got bored with that, I
asked her if she could name some of the other things
husbands and wives do together. She named several, but
off the mark I was shooting for.
I then added that husbands and wives make babies
together, and asked if she wanted to pretend. She was
excited by the notion, and we went to my bedroom.
There, I kissed her as gently as any lover could on her
sweet lips, slowly untying her nightie and pulling it
off, kissing her naked body as I did so.
I lay her delicate little frame on the bed and kept
kissing her, working my way down to her sexy hairless
snatch. I began flicking my tongue all around, up her
thighs, her pelvic bone, her butt cheeks, always
working closer until finally I pounced on her pussy and
nibbled like a maniac.
She instantly came, shuddering more intensely than she
had ever before. I didn't stop, though, but rather
started licking up and down her crack, spreading her
lips apart in search of her clit. When I found it, I
concentrated all my efforts on it, flicking my tongue
up and down, left and right, until another spasm
announced her third orgasm of the night.
I slowed down at that point, since I had learned how
sensitive clits can be after climax. Instead, I licked
all around, trying to get my tongue in her hole. When
that didn't work, I used as much spit as I could and
slowly started pushing my finger into her virginal
vaginal hole. By this point I had been planning ahead,
and though I never wanted to cause her any pain, I knew
there was something I had to do to avoid a potential
premature end to our budding relationship.
I reached over to my nightstand and pulled out a tube
of analgesic/anesthetic cream, and squirted some into
her pussy. When her hole was lubricated and loosened
enough that I could slide my finger in and out easily,
I pushed some more cream in and then felt for her
hymen. I knew most hymens had a small opening in the
middle that grew with age and allowed menstrual flow to
pass after puberty.
I used my middle finger to tickle her anus as she began
to come again, and just as she climaxed, I tore my
index finger around her hymen as hard as I could,
feeling it give. I didn't stop until her orgasm
subsided, then quickly pulled my bloodied finger out
and covered her crotch with a burgundy washcloth I'd
placed under the mattress for that purpose.
She looked a little confused and pained. I asked her
what was wrong. Did she want to stop playing? She said
no, that she just hurt a little, but we could play some
more. I suggested she keep the towel on because she was
a little wet and could stain the bedspread. I then
pulled her panties back on over the washcloth and lied
down beside her.
I tickled her a little, lightly, up and down her
precious tiny body. I then started kissing her lightly
on the lips, and finally began licking her lips, slowly
inserting my tongue in her mouth. We kissed like that
for a while, holding each other and just enjoying the
moment - despite my newly awoken hard-on.
After a long while, I asked if she felt better, and she
said yes. Then I offered to turn off the lights and go
to sleep, but she asked me if we weren't going to play
with my thingy too. Cold shivers ran down my spine as I
asked her if she wanted to. She smiled and jumped up,
turning herself around and landing with my cock almost
in her face.
She glanced up with a playful look at me as she grabbed
my rod and started pumping. I winced and jerked as she
yanked several hairs out of my scrotum, but managed to
avoid startling her too much. I told her that I was dry
and it hurt a little like that. She asked if I wanted
to go back to the shower, but I had an inspiration.
I pretended I was too tired to get up, but maybe she
could get me wet the same way I got her wet? She
hesitated for a moment, then tentatively touched the
tip of her soft, warm tongue to the side of my shaft.
Finding that the taste didn't offend her, she started
to work her precious tongue up and down the shaft,
avoiding my cockhead for the moment. The sensation was
unbelievable, and the sight of my gorgeous, sexy 7-
year-old baby sister licking my cock was almost too
much to bear.
Unable to stand it much longer, I asked if she wanted
to do me a special favor: could she please put the tip
of my wee-wee in her mouth and lick it like a lollipop?
I could tell from her expression she really didn't want
too, so I asked pretty-please. A little unsure, she
nonetheless got up on her knees and lowered her head
gently onto my cock, pausing a little to sniff my pre-
come before opening her mouth and engulfing me in
heaven.
With just a few swirls of her delicious tongue I
exploded in orgasm, pumping out what felt like a gallon
of semen. She jumped back, coughing and spitting some
of the semen out, swallowing some and wiping the rest
off her face. My pleasure turned instantly to guilt as
I sprang forward, hugging her and thanking her, telling
her what a wonderful sister she was, cuddling her in my
arms and thanking her for a wonderful pleasure.
Most of her face and some of her chest were smeared
with my sperm, and much of that rubbed off on me as we
hugged. I led her to the bathroom and drew a bath, then
carefully pulled her undies off with the washcloth, sat
her in the tub and joined her.
I used a good amount of Mr. Bubble so she wouldn't
notice the small bit of blood still issuing from her
vagina. I washed her off carefully, making sure not to
do anything sexual since I didn't want to scare her
off. I understood it was all still a game to her - fun,
pleasurable, and naughty, but still a game. I didn't
want to push too hard and make it seem too serious,
because I figured all children must have some instincts
that warn them away from engaging in sexual relations
before they are ready. Terry may have been eager, but I
wasn't about to take any chances.
CHAPTER 5
For that same reason, and to give her vagina time to
heal, the next two days we spent normally, again as any
brother and sister would. I took her to the park, the
mall. At night we watched a few animated films I had
rented, and went to bed uneventfully.
On the third day, I made it a point to concentrate on
my studies, leaving her to play with some toys by
herself. Bored, she came up to me a few times and asked
if I wanted to play this or that, but I insisted I had
to study. This eventually had the effect I was looking
for: late in the afternoon she came up to me and
suggested we could play husband and wife again. I
pretended to be exasperated, but agreed. She was
delighted.
I began by playing innocently, her pretending to cook,
etc. We followed this with a quick shower, where I
brought her almost to orgasm a couple of times, then
played by flicking my cock around her face, letting her
lick it and suck the head a bit, but not long enough to
drive me to the edge.
I knew she was starting to get a little frustrated.
When we finally made it to the bedroom, I lay her down
gently on the bed again, and began kissing and suckling
on her whole body, working my way down to her juicy
twat. I teased her again, pushing her close to orgasm
and retreating, only this time working my finger more
aggressively, finally inserting two fingers, deep
enough to feel her little cervix.
When I thought she was ready, I stopped and asked if we
could play something else. She looked horrified,
exclaiming, "Why?" This was my cue. I answered that I
was bored. She begged me to please keep playing. I then
suggested we could play something grown-up, like real
married couples do. She asked, "What?" "I could put my
wee-wee in your hole," I answered. She looked
concerned, so I added, "It feels really good." She
agreed, half-heartedly.
I re-inserted my two fingers, adding plenty of K-Y
lubricant. I then turned her and positioned some
pillows so she would be at the right height, and could
see everything going on (or rather "in"). I then began
working my cock into her tight little snatch. She
clenched, making it more difficult.
I didn't want to cause her undue pain, but I was
determined to proceed, so I pulled out three dildos I
had bought for this reason. The first was small,
probably meant for anal penetration, but just the right
size for her 7-year-old cunthole. I worked it in
slowly, rubbing her clit as I did.
When she had relaxed just enough, I inserted the second
dildo and started sliding it in and out. By now she was
getting used to the new sensation, and was rocking her
hips to the motion. I put in the last dildo and began
furiously rubbing my little sister's snatch as I
started pumping hard, always careful not too go too
deep and hit her cervix too hard.
Finally, as she was getting ready to come, I grasped my
cock near the base and jammed it in, counting on my
hand to keep my cock from going too far. I pumped
furiously, working her clit with my thumb as she began
to come, for the first time screaming out as she
climaxed. It was too much for me. A powerful orgasm
ripped through my body, making me jam my cock in and
out of her tiny pussy as hard and deep as I could,
instantly filling my kid sister's hole with my sperm,
which shot out the sides with every inward stroke, as
more and more semen shot out of me.
When I finally came down I looked down at what was
simultaneously the sexiest and most revolting sight I
have ever witnessed: my darling little sister lying in
front of me, her naked body bathed in sweat, head
lolling off to one side, semi-conscious with a look of
confusion and satisfaction, terror and ecstasy on her
beautiful face, her crotch covered in a disgusting mix
of K-Y, semen, and blood, with my cock still proudly
erect, purple and deformed, sticking out of her bruised
and battered pussy.
I tenderly picked her up and took her to the bathroom.
There, I ran a bath and held her as she sat on the
toilet, keeping her from tipping over. I bathed her
gently, kissing her and cooing softly. We dried off and
went straight to bed after that, neither of us saying a
word.
CHAPTER 6
The next day I awoke early, and spent the longest hour
of my life waiting for her to wake up. When she finally
did, it was in the same chirpy, happy mood she always
exhibited. There was something else, though, something
deeper, like a sense of profound satisfaction I
perceived in her, a greater knowingness and a little
less innocence. It may have been me, projecting my
desired reaction onto her, but given my nervous state,
I think if anything I would have projected negative
emotions rather than positive.
I planned for us to have another normal day, and it
certainly started out that way, but my sweet sister had
other ideas. After lunch I asked where she wanted to go
that day, and she replied that she didn't want to go
out, just stay in. I then asked her what she wanted to
do, and she immediately piped up, "We could play
married again."
I was a bit surprised, and just to be sure I asked if
she wanted to cook. Instead of answering, she just
smiled at me coyly, while she walked up to me and
grasped my cock through my underwear!
Dazzled, all I could think to do was to lower my shorts
as my cock sprang to immediate attention. She took it
in her right hand as she began lightly running her left
index finger up and down my shaft. Then, without
hesitation, she lowered her head and took my cock into
her mouth!
I almost lost it then. Feeling the room sway, I gently
pulled her off and sat on the living room couch, then
pulled her back to me and kissed her on the lips. I
lied back and spread my legs, giving her full access to
my genitals. She smiled as she got on her knees, and
proceeded to run her tongue all over my shaft and
cockhead, stroking with both of her soft little hands.
The realization began to sink in that she was really
enjoying this. Whether or not I was taking advantage of
her, abusing or molesting her, there was no doubt that
she loved what we were doing together.
This realization thrilled me, and I began to have more
confidence. No longer afraid of scaring her off, I
asked her if she could lick my balls a bit, and she
happily complied. Then, I showed her how to pull back
my foreskin gently, and the feeling of her luscious
tongue on my burning flesh was indescribable. Her
little hands were not strong or large enough to give my
thick cock a really good stroking, of course, so I told
her to concentrate on the licking, as well as to rub
herself "down there," while I stroked my cock with one
hand and her cheek with the other.
A lingering remnant of caution made me warn her when I
was about to come, but she just kept on swirling that
little tongue of hers around my cockhead, inside her
mouth. She didn't stop when I came; even though she
choked a little, she didn't pull away. Even after I was
done, she kept on sucking, so much so that it became
painful to me as my cock shrank, and I had to ask her
to stop.
She then looked up at me, her gorgeous face dripping
with semen, a wonderful smile plastered on her face.
Most of my come had spilled out the sides of her mouth
and dripped down her chin, onto my belly, but a little
of it she must have swallowed. She licked her lips and
a little more entered her mouth, and instead of
spitting it out, she swallowed that too. The rest she
smeared on her chest and belly, and though she did it
to get it off her face and hands, like any kid would
wife on her clothes, to me it looked incredibly sexy
and provocative, and brought my dick back to life.
All this time she was smiling at me and giggling a
little, somewhat abashed but mostly looking like she
had gotten away with something. I picked her up and
gave her a big kiss on the lips, ignoring the smell of
my sperm. I turned her around and sat her darling
little ass on my couch, then traveled down her body
with my kisses until I landed squarely on her delicious
little pussy.
I didn't play around this time, instead concentrating
on getting her off quickly and neatly. This I
accomplished, but when I looked up, I saw only a half-
satisfied smile. I asked what was wrong, and she
answered "You didn't put your finger in." I'd avoided
this because it had barely been 18 hours since I had
almost torn her poor cunt to pieces, but her complaint
heightened my arousal and increased my confidence.
I mock-apologized to her, then apologized directly to
her pussy. She giggled at this, as I offered to correct
my shortcoming and make amends. I began nibbling on her
lips again, and using spit for lubrication, worked my
finger into her tight hole.
When it was finally all in and well-lubricated, I
started running my finger in and out, pressing my
fingertip up against her G-spot as my knuckle popped
past her vaginal sphincter ring with each stroke. Her
orgasm this time was much stronger than the previous
one, but when I asked her how it was, she again only
half-smiled. She said it was great, but could we do it
again like last night?
I've been accused, quite fairly, of having to be
knocked over the head, dragged to a woman's cave, and
repeatedly raped by her before I begin to think she
might like me. Obviously, this denseness spilled over
into other aspects of my sexual life. I finally,
conclusively, lost any doubt that she really, really
was enjoying herself and loved what we were doing as
much as I did.
I took her back to the bedroom, pulled out my dildos
and K-Y, and began to dilate her pussy. This time, I
concentrated only on the dilation, and only when I got
my cock inside her did I begin to stimulate her. As I
fucked my sister openly and honestly for the first time
in my life, I realized how incredibly lucky I was. Not
only was she beautiful, sexy, and as sexual as I, but
she was MY sister. Her attributes would have been lost
on a less perverted brother than I, and I would have
been either very frustrated or very much in trouble
with a less sexually-hungry sister.
As I fucked her, I began to play with her position a
little. Any stories you may have read about little
children taking 9-inch cocks all the way are full of
crap. My 7 average inches could not go much deeper than
the cockhead before striking her cervix.
A mature woman's cervix may move a little out of the
way and allow penetration all the way to the bottom of
the vaginal canal, but this is not possible in a little
child. After trying several positions, I finally got
Terry on her knees and penetrated her doggy-style from
behind. She was completely game for all of this, and
when I told her to rub her own pussy because I was
getting abdominal cramps from bending over and reaching
around, she went straight to work.
As I said, this was our first real fuck, and I enjoyed
every second of it. After several minutes of being
careful, I grasped my shaft with my hand and her waist
with the other, and I began to pound into her again as
I had the previous afternoon.
Within moments she began to come, and I quickly
followed suit, pouring yet another load of incestuous
sperm into my sister's vagina. My cock barely shrank,
though, and as I pulled out and saw my thick white
semen pouring out of her distended little cunt, I
immediately hardened and dove right back in. By the
time I had climaxed again, Terry had come several times
- I don't remember exactly how many.
Exhausted, I lied down beside her, rubbing her pussy
and smearing my semen all over her crotch, up onto her
chest, and finally dipping my fingers in that mess and
slipping them into her mouth, where she sucked on them
eagerly. I managed to push myself up and straddled her
face, dropping my limp, dripping cock into her mouth,
and sighing with pleasure as she suckled on it like a
babe on her mother's teat. I looked behind me and saw
that her little fingers were busily rubbing her clit.
Sure enough, a short while later she came again, and
her mouth finally released by penis, forming a big
smile as she looked up at me adoringly.
We spent the remainder of the two weeks mostly indoors,
experimenting with different sexual positions and
games. By the end of the vacation, she could swallow
almost all my come, and I rarely needed the dildos
before fucking her pussy. I did make use of the
smallest one in her ass a couple of times, but she was
very sensitive and couldn't come that way. Also, there
was no way my cock was going to fit in her pussyhole
with that dildo in her anus.
As I drove her back to my parent's town, she cried a
little. I told her I would visit frequently, and I kept
my word. We were unable to have that same openness of
course, but we had lots of oral and manual sex over the
rest of the summer, and several times I managed to fuck
her.
When summer ended, she left for South America with my
parents, and I missed her terribly, counting the days
until winter break. When the holidays finally did
arrive, I left straight from my last final exam to the
airport, and flew down to her waiting arms.
CHAPTER 7
Normally, I would have stayed with my folks, but my kid
brother (who still lived down there) had taken over my
room with his junk. I claimed I didn't want to cramp
his style, and rented a house from a friend who was
away in Europe.
Of course Terry stayed with me the first night (my
parents loved that we were so "close"). We picked up
just where we had left off, spending the night in
loving, wonderful pleasure, followed the next morning
by more of the wonderful same.
Our lovemaking felt completely natural, as though we
were two innocents in our own little Garden of Eden.
Still, I should be honest and note that we lacked that
intense lovers' passion, that frenzied hormonal rush
that results in wild proclamations of love and hours
spent starring into each other's eyes. We were lovers,
true, but in a fraternal sense.
I know that sounds strange, since siblings are not
meant to be lovers. Yet, though we felt the same KIND
of love that siblings feel for each other, as well as a
deep affection, you could not say that we were IN love
with each other. Instead, we were simply expressing our
sibling love in an open, physical way that brought us
both tremendous bodily pleasure plus the emotional
pleasure of seeing each other's enjoyment. Again, if
this sounds strange, it's because there's nothing
common about incest or pedophilia. It felt natural, but
it certainly wasn't normal.
The next day, after an invigorating round of morning
sex, I drove with Terry to my parents'. We had lunch
with them and some cousins whom I hadn't seen in a
couple of years. There was one little girl I didn't
know. She was Daniela, a niece of one of my cousins
(related to me by marriage, not blood). Apparently she
and Terry had become fast friends, despite their age
difference. Daniela was 10, tall for her age, very
pretty but clearly very shy.
After lunch I was eager to leave with Terry, but my mom
suggested - in that insistent mothers' way - that I
take Daniela along. If you're a fan of this kind of
story, I'm sure you can guess what happened that
afternoon. Remember, this is a true story, and if it
seems too good to be true, it felt that way to me at
the time it was all happening.
Terry, Daniela, and I got to my rented house, changed
into swimwear and jumped in the pool. We played around,
splashing, chasing, tickling, etc. My passions being
well tended to by my sister, I felt no pressing need to
"play" with Daniela as I had with Alex and Maria years
ago. Still, the temptation was there, and when I
started throwing Terry around, secretly copping a feel
each time, Daniela of course wanted to participate.
At first I was subtle, just holding her little ass in
my hand as a seat, but as we continued, I started
turning my hand so my fingers could cup her crotch.
Each successive turn, I applied more pressure onto her
pussy, finally to the point that, as I tossed Terry
with one hand, with Daniela awaiting her turn in my
other hand, I would rub my fingertips against her clit.
As with Maria and Alex, Daniela kept coming back for
more.
Finally, I uttered a small prayer under my breath and
grabbed for the gold. I slipped my hand under her suit
and rubbed her snatch with my fingers. She didn't jump
away, didn't budge, didn't even wince. Instead, she
just pretended as if nothing were going on.
I kept it up as long as I could stand, then launched
her in the air and prayed again. Whoever heard that
prayer answered it, and Daniela swam right back to me.
This time I boldly reached down between her legs and
under her swimsuit. She just held onto my shoulder as I
worked my finger around, then slightly into her tight
cunt.
Remember that this whole time I had been doing likewise
with my sister, with whom I had no qualms or concerns.
I decided to press a little further, and pulled them
both back to the edge of the pool. I leaned against the
side, both girls holding onto me, while I masturbated
each, gently at first, then more vigorously. Terry came
first, followed shortly by Daniela.
Again, both girls had been playing it cool, not letting
on to each other, or even to me, that they realized
anything was going on. To take this to a higher level,
I considered playing another game, some chasing,
tickling, and removing of swimsuits; however, I
decided, impulsively, to do something out of character
for me.
I pulled my swim trunks down and completely off, then
hopped up onto the pool ledge with my glistening boner
in full sight. The girls' mouths dropped, and I took
advantage of the momentary confusion. I pulled them
both up with me, then gently but firmly pushed my
sister's head down onto my cock. She wavered a split
second, then dutifully began sucking on it.
I turned to Daniela, who still looked confused, and,
pulling Terry off, I pulled Daniela's head down as
well. She also hesitated, but also opened her mouth and
took my dick in. Then it was my turn to be surprised,
as she lifted her head for a moment, took my cock in
her hand, and gently pulled back my foreskin before
returning her loving lips and tongue to its attention.
After a minute or so, during which Terry was completely
quiet, sitting in rapt attention as her best friend
Daniela gave me quite a proficient blowjob, I pulled
Daniela away and returned Terry to the job. I continued
this back and forth for a while longer, then, not
wanting to get ahead of myself, I took them both in my
arms and alternated giving each deep, passionate
kisses. My sister's tender, cautious mouth I was used
to, but Daniela's hungry kiss and probing tongue were a
new experience. I had never been kissed by a child so
passionately.
This seemed to confirm an earlier feeling I'd had. At
the time I couldn't really verbalize it, or even fully
conceptualize it mentally, but I seemed to have an
instinct for homing in on "receptive" children. Years
later I heard a psychiatrist on a late-night radio show
explain that child molesters seemed to be able to
"smell" child-abuse victims. This seems to correlate
with my experience. I never made advances on a child
who did not welcome me, or who had not already been
initiated by someone else. In fact, I later learned
that Maria's two brothers had molested her and Alex
before I ever got my fingers in their holes.
I certainly seemed true in Daniela's case. Although I
never asked her, and in fact never spoke about what we
were doing, she clearly knew what she was doing, what
to expect, and more importantly, what she liked.
I picked both girls up, and playfully throwing each
over a shoulder, I took them into the house and up to
the bedroom. After depositing them on the bed, I drew
the curtain shut and turned back to face them. Daniela
and Terry both had impish smiles, and giggled as I
walked toward them, waving my hard dick around. I
teased them a little with this, flopping it back and
forth between their faces, as they laughed and tried to
catch it with their mouths (no teeth, thankfully!).
Then, I leaned over and kissed each of them, drawing
them close. As we kissed, I removed their bathing suits
a little at a time - a shoulder strap her, a tug there,
one leg, then the next. When these two little angels
were gloriously naked, I stood them both up, face to
face with me in the middle. I lowered myself slowly,
kissing and nibbling each of them, until I reached
their gorgeous pussies. While my beloved little
sister's was as clean an sweet-smelling as could be,
Daniela's had a musky odor, not as strong as an adult,
but certainly noticeable.
I began eating them out, lifting each girl's leg for
better access. I divided my time evenly, both for the
excitement it provoked in me, and the nagging concern
that Daniela might reconsider. Eventually though, I
realized I had to get down to business, so keeping in
mind my doubts about Daniela, I drew Terry down to my
level, then turned Daniela and pushed her onto the edge
of the bed, where she sat. I nibbled Daniela's pussy
lips a little, then gently pulled Terry in and, without
a word, pressed her face slowly down.
Terry was obviously a little unsure of herself, so I
softly told her to lick in one little spot, which I had
exposed with my fingers. As she began slowly licking
her best friend's twat, I lowered my hand, down her
back and over her tight little ass, down between her
legs and into her crotch.
I began rubbing my sister's pussy gently, as if not to
disturb her. I looked up into Daniela's face and found
her eyes half-closed, almost slits really, a look of
rapture on her beautiful face. I took one of her hands
and placed it on Terry's head, and Daniela instantly
took over, pressing my sister's face into her wet
crotch.
I then turned all my attention to Terry, crouching
behind her, tickling her asshole with one finger and
working the next into her pussy, while reaching around
with my other hand to stroke her clit. This continued
for a while, and I could see Terry was getting tired
from the unaccustomed work, but Daniela kept a firm
hold on her head, and didn't let go until she came, so
quietly that the barest of shivers and tightening of
mouth gave her away. After a long exhale, she smile,
laughed softly and jumped down to hug her exhausted
friend.
I stepped in at this point, sitting Terry up on the
bed. Daniela didn't need any coaching, as she dove
right in, finding my sister's clitoris in a flash, and
sticking two fingers right into her cunthole. At this,
I walked over to the nightstand and pulled out the K-Y.
I wanted one final bit of confirmation that my
suspicions were right. I kneeled down right behind
Daniela, took my tube and squeezed a good amount of K-Y
right into her pussy and smeared some around. She
jerked a little from the cold, but didn't miss a beat
in her snatch-munching. I stuck a finger in her hole
and felt around; yep, no hymen.
I covered my cock in a good, heavy coat of lubricant,
then pointed my cockhead right into the entrance to
Daniela's cunthole. The tip entered smoothly, but the
rest of the head took some doing. When I finally got
the head in, I noticed Daniela had stopped for a moment
and lowered her head, wincing in pain but not saying a
word. My sister's attention was divided among her
friend's face, my cock, and my face. When my cock was
settled in, Daniela resumed her munching and Terry's
eyes closed again, as she threw her head back in
languorous pleasure.
After waiting a minute or two, I slowly started pulling
my cock out of Daniela's tight, wet pussy. I almost
pulled out completely, because the sensation I felt
when my head squeezed past her vaginal sphincter had
been incredible. I knew, though, that it caused her
some pain, and I didn't want to distract her from
servicing my sister.
Almost half my cock had entered; though her pussy was
deeper than Terry's it certainly wasn't as deep as a
full-grown woman. I grasped my shaft with three
fingers, and began slowly stroking in and out,
incrementally speeding up, until finally I cut loose
and started pounding away, eager to fill the little
bitch with my load of semen.
Just as I was nearing climax, I looked up and saw my
sister's intense expression, eyes tightly closed, teeth
biting her lip as she sailed into her own orgasm. This
sight pulled me over the edge and I forgot myself,
letting go of my shaft and jamming it in as far and as
hard as I could, grabbing Daniela's slim girl hips
tightly and yanking her back onto my massive cock as I
drove it with mad passion. I came as hard as I ever had
with my sister, not slowing at all as I rammed load
after load of hot steamy sperm into the 10-year-old
girl's cunthole.
When I was finished, I let Daniela go, and she fell to
floor. I closed my eyes as I recovered from the ordeal.
When I opened my eyes I saw a heartbreaking scene:
Daniela was huddled up on the floor crying, while Terry
held her tenderly in her arms and stroked her hair.
I felt like the monster that I was, and immediately
jumped forward and hugged Daniela and Terry too. We sat
like that for a while, hugging and cooing, comforting
each other. Eventually, I helped Daniela over to the
bathroom, where she and Terry shared a bath I gave
them. I gave Daniela some Tylenol, dressed them in
their swimsuits again, and spent the afternoon relaxing
by and in the pool.
Don't let anyone fool you, there is no such thing as
pain-free pedophilia, at least not in my experience.
Daniela didn't return for the remainder of my winter
break, and I didn't see her again for 4 years.
I ran into her at our mutual relative's barbecue. She
was 14 then, and had grown into a tall, model-gorgeous
young lady. We chatted amicably for a minute or two,
then she made her excuses and left the party. For a
long time I wondered how things might have turned out
had I not lost control that day. My recent experience
tells me it might not have been so different, one way
or another, but that's a story (and insight) for later
in this narrative.
CHAPTER 8
My sister and I again had ample opportunity to indulge
ourselves during that break, and we never let a chance
slip by. We had plenty of brother-sister activities to
do when my family was around, so when we had time to
ourselves we jumped right in and got down to the nitty-
gritty. It amazed me how quickly she had become an
almost fully-realized sexual being. I say almost
because, to my knowledge, she had not pursued or
engaged in sex with any other boys.
Wanting to explore the limits of her curiosity, I
brought her over with her dog, a cute little ball of
cotton and fluff. I played sexually with her while the
dog jumped around, barking excitedly. When I started
fucking my little sister from behind, the dog nearly
lost its mind. At the right moment, I pulled away and
positioned the dog in my place. Terry didn't say a word
as he jumped on, desperately trying to fuck his
mistress. I reached down and grabbed a hold of his
tiny, slimy cock, and pointed it right in her hole.
In a flash he drove it in to the hilt, and began
furiously pummeling away like a squirrel on speed. He
came quickly and pulled out, and I rolled Terry over,
laughing out loud. She was completely surprised, but
laughing herself. Then the dog leaned its cold snout in
and began lapping at his own juices as they spilled out
of her tender pussy. My sister loved it, and when he
pulled away, she called after him to come back!
I couldn't stop laughing as she chased the dog around
the bedroom, catching it and dragging it back to bed,
only to have him jump away again. Finally, I decided to
give her a hand. I grabbed the little guy and held him
firmly, turning him on his back. I then took Terry's
hand and put it on his tummy. She got the message right
away and started stroking him, until finally his shaft
poked out. She started to grab it but I stopped her,
telling her it was too sensitive. "Instead," I
suggested, "why don't you trying kissing him down
there." She made a gross face, but thought about it for
a few seconds and leaned in.
I was twistedly turned on as my little 7-year-old
sister took the dog's cock in her mouth and began
licking and sucking on it. When his shaft seemed hard
enough, I told her to turn around quickly and get on
her knees. I positioned the dog over her backside, and
reached in under her to guide his cock. When it was in
again, I immediately started rubbing my sister's clit,
realizing I had little time before the dog would
finish. By the time the dog came again, Terry was in
the middle of her own powerful orgasm.
When I turned her over, she had a huge smile plastered
on her face. The dog immediately started licking her
cunt again, and she looked like she was in heaven. I
put my cock in her mouth, and she began to suck on it
with a passion I had not before seen in her. During my
blowjob, the dog got horny again and mounted her, this
time in the missionary position (is there such a thing
as a doggy-missionary position?).
Terry reached down between her legs and got herself
off, while never letting go of my cock. During this
time, the dog climaxed, ate her pussy, then fucked her
again to orgasm. Soon enough I too blew my load, most
of which entered her mouth, but a little smeared across
her face. The dog, completely screwed up by now, ran up
to her and licked her face clean, pausing only long
enough to lick my cock clean as well, before returning
and mounting her yet again.
By this time it was late, so I showered with my sister
(locking the dog out who would certainly have jumped
in), dressed and took her home.
CHAPTER 9
That was the last time I involved a dog in my sex life,
for no greater reason than lack of opportunity. My
break ended and I returned to college, again with
parting tears and nights of sorrow. It wasn't until
Terry came to the US for summer vacation that I saw her
again. By now she was 8, and her body, though clearly
still childlike, was beginning to round out a little
more. Her lovely buttocks were a little bigger, her
legs a little longer and firmer, and her pussy lips a
little juicier and fuller, particularly when aroused.
As I said at the start, this is a true story, and
though it may seem cruel to the reader to tell it this
way, I still cannot bear to go over the details of that
summer together. Yes, it was full of love and passion,
and yes we had a wonderful time together. I could tell
you more of the same, days spent exploring, nights
spent in loving warmth. But you see, nothing new
happened that summer, nothing different from what I
have already described. In fact, nothing different
happened until after she went back home.
You see, a few weeks after she returned to South
America, I got a call late at night. My sister, my
lover, my reason in life, had lost hers. I don't want
to wax poetic. I don't want to relate the cold facts.
It simply happened, and I ask that you fill in the
blanks yourself.
CHAPTER 10
After Terry's death, my family drew tightly together.
Everyone came to the US since my older brother was in
graduate school, I was heading in, and my younger
brother was having trouble in school in South America.
We all moved into my family's two-bedroom apartment and
made do.
During this time, I concentrated fiercely on my studies
and my body. I lost all my excess weight and became as
toned and buff as I had ever been. Remember, I was a
pretty good looking kid, and my new physique and guilt-
and testosterone-charged personality was highly
assertive, even aggressive.
When I flew down to South America the following year
for summer break, I fucked every girl I could get my
hands on. In three months I had five short sexual
romances, six one-night stands, and numerous
prostitutes (who by this time in my country were
starting to be recruited younger and better looking).
Among the affairs were a few taboo relationships. My
favorite cousin, Maria (yes, it's true, a LOT of Latin
girls are named Maria), with whom I had always shared a
close emotional bond, was going through a rough time
with her husband, who was grieving the loss of his
father. She turned to me for comfort, and I took
advantage of that.
Though she was six years older than I, I thoroughly
controlled the situation. We slept together secretly a
number of times throughout my vacation, never asking
for more than a few hours of intimate contact. We
remained, and do to this day, close to each other
emotionally. Our affair lent her impetus to divorce,
and she later married a nice guy, with whom I get along
very well. He suspects something of our past, but makes
no mention and shows no trace of jealousy.
Another taboo involved me and a third cousin, Andrea,
with whom I had flirted as a kid, and who was also
older than I. She was the first conquest of my trip, as
I stayed overnight in her town during a layover for my
final destination. We talked until late in the night,
drinking and sharing, and just naturally fell into each
other's embrace. By the time we finished, it was time
for her to drive me back to the airport.
We never talked about it and it never happened again. A
few weeks later, as my friend Jose was flying in on
break from his studies abroad, I suggested he stay at
her place during his layover. He too is a good looking
guy, and I suspect Andrea is pretty easy, because he
reported getting laid by her as well. We compared
notes, and he described her physique and preferences
accurately, so I believed him completely.
I think this highlights a peculiar effect of the sexual
repression in my country. Most "good" girls don't have
any sex until marriage. Some have it with their fianc‚,
, or maybe with a long-time boyfriend. The girls who
want it and like it either suffer in silence, or
actively become "bad" girls.
In any town, if you are popular or have a popular
friend, you will quickly find out who the bad girls
are, and will probably fuck them from time to time.
This is just a theory, of course. Another valid theory
would be to say that bad girls are probably victims of
abuse, who have been traumatized and seek validation
(or self-immolation) through repeated casual sex.
Either way, there's good pussy to be found.
I am cursed with a lot of good-looking relatives, and
it frustrates me that most are therefore off-limits.
Still, some of my cousins do make exceptions (as noted
above). That summer, another second cousin also fell
prey to my advances. This one was a rocky, short-term
relationship.
We went out frequently, ostensibly as friends. I don't
know if this former beauty queen was just keeping up
appearances, or was used to teasing her boyfriends, but
she would drop me every time a friend or acquaintance,
particularly male, approached us. I got tired of this
very quickly, and the day after I "went all the way"
with her, I too dropped her like a hot potato.
CHAPTER 11
Next on my list were two unresolved cases: Maria and
Alex. They were 16 and 17, respectively, at this point.
Maria, as you'll recall, is my best-friend Jose's
sister, and Alex his cousin. I went to visit Maria
before Jose returned on break. I went early in the
morning, knowing her mother had started working
following her divorce.
Maria is the one person I regret using that summer.
That morning, I worked all my charms on her, but made
little headway, so I resolved to be forceful. She
refused to drink, and shyly refused a dip in the pool
at my place (the same rented house as before).
Finally, when she was showing me her photo-album in her
bedroom, I asked her if she had a boyfriend, which she
denied. I then asked if she would be my girl, and she
grew red, saying she didn't think it would be a good
idea. She refused to tell me why (I later learned it
was because she had a secret crush on my kid brother,
who was her age, devastatingly handsome, and a hundred
times more popular than I could ever dream of being).
In my ignorance, I got pissed at her refusal to answer.
I pressed on, saying it wouldn't be so bad, we could
have fun like we used to. Did she remember how we used
to have fun, in the pool? By now I had cornered her
against the wall, and she was trembling. I asked her
again if she remembered, then I lowered my hand to her
crotch and grabbed her pussy through her thin shorts.
"Do you remember this?" I asked again.
Still holding her crotch, I pressed my body against
hers, kissing her neck and working my other hand up her
t-shirt and under her bra. I squeezed her breast
tightly, enough to cause pain. By now my lust was
overwhelming me. I pushed down her shorts and panties
with my hands as far as I could, then raised my foot
and hooked them down all the way.
I dropped my own shorts and underpants, grabbed my cock
in my hand and desperately tried to find her hole. This
wasn't working, so I grasped her tightly around the
waist and carried her over to her bed. I fell on it
with her under me, then raised both her legs up, and
jammed my cock in as quickly as I could. She screamed
out at this, the only time. I fucked her as fast as I
could, pausing only long enough to pull her shirt and
bra off.
When I finished, I collapsed on her naked body, the
sweat cooling slightly on our skin. I didn't ask if she
was OK, I didn't care. This was one of the nicest girls
I have ever known, one who had had a crush on me and
idolized me, and I had not only forcefully raped her, I
had taken her virginity as well (the second of only two
that I have notched on my bedpost). She was crying
silently as I led her to the bathroom, washed her off
and myself. I then told her to fetch me a soft drink,
which she meekly did.
Dressed, I talked with her about this and that for a
while until her mother came home, then she and I
chatted also. Eventually, I said my goodbyes and kissed
her full on the mouth in plain view of her mom. The
next day I stopped by early enough to say hello to her
mom on her way to work, and more importantly, so that
Maria couldn't shut me out of the house.
I found her in bed and crawled in with her, kissing and
groping her, until finally I pulled off her clothes and
mine, then proceeded to fuck her in the missionary
position. By now she was talking to me again, asking
me to be a little more gentle. I complied with her
requests, and she thanked me.
I've read that abusive relationships often turn out
this way, with the victim thanking the abuser for not
causing more pain than that already being suffered. We
lasted that way for almost two weeks. I would visit her
early in the morning, have breakfast with her and her
mom, then fuck her until noon.
At that point, I would take her out to lunch with her
friends, all of whom were hot little babes in their
mid-teens. In the afternoon, I would usually fuck her
again, then wash up and leave before her mom would get
home.
Her mom was happy that I was dating Maria, and called
Jose to tell him. He congratulated us, but out of
either decency or self-destructiveness, I told him I
had taken her virginity. The sonofabitch was happy for
us! Of course, this same guy had years earlier molested
his sister and Alex, and had fucked dogs at my house,
so I wasn't too surprised. He actually told me he was
happy it was me, and that he didn't think anyone could
have done a better job. He later told me he had talked
to his sister and congratulated her as well!
This all ended the day Alex returned from her trip. I
had had a crush on her as a kid, just as Maria had been
infatuated with me. The moment Alex walked in the door,
I completely forgot about Maria. I waited outside
Alex's house that afternoon, and when I saw her coming
I invited her for a drive. I took her home with me and,
emboldened by my experience with her cousin, I walked
her into my bedroom, closed the door, then smoothly
stripped off all my clothes. She looked dumbstruck as I
nakedly approached her, took her face in my hand, and
kissed her passionately on the lips.
She tried to back a way a little, but fell over instead
onto the bed. I quickly followed, and ignored her weak
pleas to stop. Although she said no a few times, I
never had to use my strength and weight with her the
way I had with Maria. She verbalized, but made no move
to stop me. I pulled her dress off quickly, then
released her bra and began suckling on her nipples. She
sighed and stroked the back of my head. I worked my way
down and pulled off her panties, diving right into her
jet-black curly muff.
Feeling barbarically empowered, I stripped her naked
and pulled her onto me. I wanted her to bend to my
will, so I lied back on the bed and pushed her up on
top of me. She knew exactly what to do. Reaching down
between her legs as she straddled me, she grabbed hold
of my thick, slimy member and pointed it into her
burning hot snatch. She settled back and slowly worked
it in, a little at a time, until it was completely
inside her. She then started rocking back and forth,
grinding her clit into my pelvic bone, faster and
harder until she loudly proclaimed her orgasm.
I pushed her off then, and grabbed her by her thick
mane of her, shoving her down onto my dick, which she
gobbled up into her greedy little mouth, sucking and
pumping like a pro. I came quickly, and for first time
experienced a perfect blowjob. She didn't miss a drop,
swallowing every last sperm, sucking and stroking until
I was depleted.
I stopped seeing Maria after that, with no explanation,
as I found myself suddenly infatuated again with Alex.
This lasted barely a week before her ex-boyfriend
arrived and asked her to take him back. She gave me
then a taste of what I'd given Maria.
Later that year, with a few encouraging words from me,
my kid brother asked her out. They started dating
regularly after that. The following summer they both
came to visit me, and I took them on a three-week road
trip around the United States. They followed that with
a month-long European vacation. I guess her mother by
then had found out about her virginity, and was just
hoping Maria could land herself a good catch. It didn't
work, for though they got along great, long-distance
relationships are hard to maintain, and theirs was no
exception.
I still see Maria and Alex from time to time, and we
chat and laugh, old grudges having been either
forgotten or subconsciously suppressed. As you may have
guessed, Alex was a bit of a slut. She married at 18 to
get out of the house, divorcing less than a year later.
Jose once showed me a video he had made of her around
age 20, with his brother and two friends taking their
turns probing every orifice in Alex.
Even today, from all accounts, turning 30 still hasn't
changed her. Jose is married now and faithful, but he
still refers friends to his sweet sluttish cousin Alex
for a good time, no charge. Also married and faithful,
and not the least bit sluttish, is Maria, who is a bank
executive, happily wedded and expecting her first
child.
CHAPTER 12
The best sex I had that summer came at the hands (so to
speak) of Dana, a 19-year-old Dutch girl. This was a
seriously screwed up chick, and although only somewhat
pretty, she had a fantastic body and knew how to use
it. We met casually, and fell into sex casually.
Nothing more was needed than an invitation to a
nightclub, followed by a blowjob in the car, and a
night in her bedroom. Her mother walked in on us early
the next day and asked if we wanted some breakfast. God
bless the Dutch!
After breakfast we returned to Dana's room, where she
got out a video camera and proceeded to tape herself
riding my cock. This made me a little nervous, but you
couldn't see my face, so I figured (like Tom Cruise in
Risky Business) "What the fuck?" After her mom left for
work, we had sex outside by the pool, in plain sight of
her maid. But no, unlike in Penthouse Forum, the maid
didn't join in. She made a dirty face and walked off
instead, clearly accustomed to this sort of behavior.
I can't emphasize how incredible it was to fuck so
casually and yet so heartily. She was as spirited and
energetic as any porn queen I've ever seen on video.
She introduced me to anal sex, begging me the first
time to come inside her ass, after which she whipped
around and grabbed my semen- and shit-drenched cock and
sucked it into her mouth, convulsing with multiple
orgasms as she licked every bit of shit off my penis!
She never quite got to the point of actually eating
shit out of my ass, but I did piss and crap all over
her frequently in the shower, as she frigged herself to
orgasm after orgasm. She would smear that crap all over
her body, being careful not to get any into her pussy -
she was crazy, but not stupid - and a few times dipped
her shit-covered fingers into her mouth right as she
came.
Her favorite activity remained sucking shit- and semen-
covered cocks, but anything anal entertained her. To
this day, she is the only girl I ever allowed to fuck
me. She had two strap-ons: a massive cock I can only
hope she used vaginally on other girls (she was a self-
proclaimed bisexual, though I never benefited from that
fact), and a smaller strap-on she used on guys, and
which she used on me. I'll admit the combination of
that dildo punishing my ass while I jerked off wildly
was quite an experience, but after Dana I never really
wanted to try it with anyone else.
A few times Dana' mother walked in on us, only to
smile, apologize, and walk out again. I quickly
realized she had her fair share of lovers too, many of
them around my age. I also noted that Dana walked in on
her mom a few times as well while she was with a man in
her bedroom. I wondered if this was just a sign of
their openness, or if this might be curiosity on their
part. I began to fantasize about a mother-and-daughter
threesome, but again, this was not Penthouse Forum, and
nothing came of it.
We continued screwing around like this, until,
regrettably, Jose returned, on break from his studies.
I introduced the two of them and they fell instantly,
madly in love. Madly is an adverb particularly
appropriate when describing Dana. I won't go into
details, but she cost him a year of school, expulsion
from the US with revocation of his visa, and thousands
of dollars he could ill afford. It took him years to
recover. I guess his arrival wasn't so regrettable for
me after all.
There was only one other girl of note that summer. On
one of our frequent trips out to Jose's family's cabin
by the lake, I caught sight of a gorgeous, tall, leggy
girl, introduced to me as Vera. She was a cousin of one
of Maria's school friends, who had grown up in the US
and was on her first visit to South America.
I asked her out, showed her a good time, then took her
home where she easily fell into bed with me. The
problem was, she was completely passive. She didn't
move, made no sound, and no amount of effort on my part
could get her off. I fucked her pussy several ways,
unloaded in her mouth, ate her out, finger-fucked her,
used a vibrator, and even fucked her in the ass.
Nothing!
Most times in my life, I would have been happy to keep
her, since I infrequently had sexual success, and even
more rarely had relationships. This was my summer of
love, though, or at least my summer of lust, and I
didn't want to waste my time with a dud. A beautiful
dud, but a dud nonetheless.
I fucked her on three different days, and then stopped
calling her or returning her messages. It wasn't until
a week later that I talked about her with Jose, who
asked why I had dumped her. I gave him my reasons and
he replied, "Fine, so what? She's beautiful and she's
fucking you. Besides, what do you expect, she's only
13."
I couldn't believe it. Vera looked like she was 18, 19,
maybe even 20. I figured from Maria's age Vera could be
in her mid-teens, perhaps, but 13? She had been so
loose and easy in bed, she clearly had a good amount of
experience. Knowing her real age actually sparked my
interest in her again, but by now the damage was done
and she refused to go out with me.
If nothing else, this anecdote illustrates two points:
firstly, by now I was clearly a pedophile, since the
same pussy became more attractive when underage;
secondly, my abuse-victim radar was functioning
perfectly.
These were the only girls really worth mentioning. As I
stated earlier, there were others, but none
particularly memorable. The thing to realize is how
different I was that summer, and while my sudden
physical confidence and exercise-driven testosterone
were at least partly to blame, I think I was also
carrying a lot of rage over the loss of my sister. When
I returned to school, I stopped exercising, started
eating, and within a year was back at my previous
weight.
CHAPTER 13
Time passed, and I began to mellow out. Although the
heartache was always just below the surface, I started
to get through my days with a bit more normality. As my
weight stabilized, so did my soul. I began dating
again, more or less normally. Of course, my appearance
reduced the pool of available candidates somewhat, but
I wasn't complaining. Still, no one really sparked more
in me than a passing interest.
This changed again, unfortunately, through the tender
mercies of another little girl. Maria, the same first
cousin with whom I had slept that "summer of love" has
a lovely daughter, Soledad, who is now 17. When I was
screwing her mother, Soledad was only 5. She was not
very pretty then, with dark mottled skin, a little
pudgy, and some hormonal problem that had covered her
body in a fine coat of hair.
Three years later, as I visited South America again for
winter break, I stayed at my cousin Maria's house for a
few days, and found Soledad much improved. She was no
longer so fat, not nearly as hairy, and her complexion
had cleared up. All this, I believe, was due to hormone
therapy her mother had initiated for her.
I have always been well-known as a tech geek, so
Maria's son and daughter asked me to help them with a
computer game. I sat at the corner of a desk, near the
front of the screen, instructing the boy on what to do.
As I did, Soledad came up to me, and, not thinking much
of it, I put her on my knee and started bouncing her
around. Her left leg quickly slipped sideways so she
was left straddling my leg.
I turned her around so she could see better, but again,
after I started bouncing, she slid again and ended up
straddling me again. At this point, my radar started to
beep, so while I continued instructing her brother, I
casually dropped Soledad to the floor and turned her so
my knee was pressed against her crotch. I then started
bouncing my leg up and down, and this time she pressed
forward against my knee!
Klaxons went off in my head as my target was acquired.
I began stroking her back lightly, all the while
bouncing my knee against her crotch. Again casually, my
back rub lowered until I was cupping her round little
bottom. As my bouncing continued, I began pressing her
ass toward me so my knee would rub harder against her
pussy. Within a few minutes, she held her breath for a
moment, closed her eyes, then gently exhaled. Eureka!
The boy had his game under control, and no one else
being home, I got up quietly and took Soledad by the
hand, leading her to the guest bedroom. I locked the
door and led her to the table in the center of the
room. There, I laid out my photo album, and positioning
her as before, began stimulating her with my knee
again.
When I was confident she was enthralled, I reached my
hand lower than her butt cheek, then slowly slid it up
her shorts, to the inside of her creamy thigh, and up
against her panty-clad pussy. I kept up the pretense of
the photos for a few moments more, as I worked my other
hand down the front of her shorts, under the waistband
of her panties, and clear down into her slit.
I turned her gently around, and asked under my breath
if it hurt. She said no. I began rubbing her pussy
softly, slowly, pressing my fingertip with each stroke
into her little cunthole. I asked if she wanted me to
stop, and she again replied, "No."
Thus empowered, I slid her shorts and panties down with
my free hand, then lifted her shirt over her head. I
lost contact with her pussy just long enough to get my
own shorts and underwear off. My cock sprang free and I
immediately pressed it against the crack of her ass, as
I returned to rubbing her snatch. Instead of my finger,
I pressed my cock against her pussyhole, and continued
rubbing her clit. Very soon she came, again in that
quiet little way of hers.
Years and experience had worked together to give me a
confidence I had lacked as a younger boy. I turned my
little 8-year-old niece around, and gave her a deep,
long kiss. I even flicked my tongue around her mouth a
little. I then kissed down her body, pausing to lift
her leg up to get a better angle, and proceeded to
lavish my tongue's attention on her pussy. While she
was clearly enjoying it, the position was doing little
for us, so I picked her up and lay her down on the bed.
I pulled my shirt off and got back to my task.
As I licked and sucked on her pussy, I worked a finger
in, pausing to feel for a hymen. There was none, and
this helped confirm my radar sense. She was still a
little chubby, and I had problems getting a second
finger into her tight little twat, so I focused instead
on pleasing her. I didn't wait for her to come again
though, preferring to leave her wanting more.
I stood up and pulled her towards me, sitting upright
on the bed. I asked her point-blank to give me a suck,
both to initiate my pleasure and test my hypothesis
again. She smiled at me, then lowered herself to my
member, pulled back my foreskin (aha!) and took my
cockhead into her mouth, twirling her tongue around it.
I jerked off as she sucked me, telling her not to spit
when I came. She certainly knew what to do, as I came
good and hard, but she spilled barely a drop,
swallowing most of my come without a sound. I then went
back down on her and finished her off.
I got a few more blowjobs from her before leaving, and
gave her at least as good as I got. I soon saw her
again in my hometown on Christmas Day. Soledad and her
family were staying with my aunt at her cabin. Also
staying with them was Maria's cousin (from her father's
side of the family), her 10-year-old daughter, 5-year-
old son, and brand-new husband.
The boy and girl were clearly screwed up. He would sit
on the floor for long periods, banging his head back
against the wall as he stared into space. Also, he was
incredibly sensitive and began to cry at the drop of a
hat, often bursting into hysterical fits. The daughter,
by extreme contrast, was incredibly sociable.
I noticed quickly that she was very solicitous to the
men, hugging and kissing them frequently. This was
remarked on by one of Maria's brothers, as we men sat
around the patio drinking whiskeys and smoking cigars.
Someone commented that we should keep an eye on her and
the new husband. I agreed, though my intentions were
different and less noble than his.
Pools make this sort of thing ridiculously easy. Right
after our heavy Christmas Day lunch, of which I ate
only sparingly, I took Soledad and her cousin (whose
name I cannot for the life of me remember, but whom
I'll call Honey for now) up to the pool.
The cabin was on the slope of a mountain, with the pool
higher up and almost a hundred feet away. From the edge
of the pool, you could see clearly down, so that it was
impossible for someone to sneak up. The girls and I
jumped right in, splashing and playing. Of course, with
Soledad, my hand slipped in under her swimsuit quickly.
With Honey, I took my time and built things up as I had
learned by experience to do.
I wasn't in very good shape, but little kids are more
forgiving of physical appearance. It didn't take long
before I was pushing my finger, then my thumb into
Honey's pot. I didn't want to strip the girls because I
didn't think I could get them (or myself) dressed
quickly enough if someone should come up to the pool.
Instead, I took Honey in my arms, floated her on her
back, and pulled her swimsuit aside, revealing her
delicate and puffy lips.
Soledad looked a little taken aback, maybe a hint of
jealousy. I didn't care. Honey was wide open and I ate
her tender 10-year-old pussy like there was no
tomorrow. As cocky and daring as she was, though,
Honey's orgasm was very subdued. I think brash girls
are often overcompensating for some insecurity. After
she came, Honey quickly recovered her attitude as I
turned my attention to her cousin.
I took Soledad in my arms, but she clearly knew what
was coming, and didn't want to participate. I had to
yank her swimsuit aside, tearing it a little in the
process. I forced my mouth on her and munched away for
several minutes. Getting no response, I turned to Honey
who was staring intently. I pulled her in and told her,
"Give Soledad a few little kisses there." She complied
with the letter of the law, but not the spirit. I had
to instruct her more clearly, and in short order she
got the hang of it.
When she finally tired, I took over again, this time
using a finger in Soledad's pussy and one on her
puckered little anus. By now she had relaxed somewhat,
and after some effort I was able to get her off. By
this time there were some signs of activity in the
cabin below, and I didn't want to start something I
couldn't finish, so I left my pecker in my pocket and
quit while I was ahead.
Two days later I finally got the girls to my place. An
old pro at this sort of thing by now, I didn't mess
around with games. I took them in my arms and kissed
them as soon as we were in the door, each a firm but
gentle kiss on the mouth. I stood up and stripped to my
shorts while they giggled at my belly. I then took each
one in turn, kissing them as I pulled their clothes
completely off. Finally, I picked them up and walked to
the bedroom.
I hopped on the bed and threw my shorts off, my wood
standing proudly in salute to their lovely 8- and 10-
year-old naked bodies. I pulled Soledad forward first,
waving her in my cock's direction. She slid my foreskin
gently back, then took my cock in her sweet, warm mouth
and began running her moist little tongue around the
head. Honey didn't wait for me to say anything. She
jumped up onto the bed, turned so she was facing my
crotch and took my shaft in her hand, rubbing it up and
down.
I sighed in pleasure as I leaned back, pulling Honey's
flower over to my face and buzzing my tongue all around
it. With some spit and effort, I was able to get two
fingers in, though not very far. Honey was of average
build, but not very tall. Her pussy was likewise wider
(or looser?) but not too deep, shallower than even
Soledad's.
I pushed Honey off and stood, turning so that Honey
could get a taste of the good stuff too. She sucked on
me, though not as well as Soledad; in fact, she was
probably the worst little girl I've had at giving head.
I grew bored of that quickly, so I turned her around
and positioned her on her knees, doggy-style. Instead
of my trusty old K-Y, I lubed her little cunthole and
my cock with some cherry flavored edible lubricant,
then slowly tried working myself into her hot snatch..
I couldn't get more than the head in before bottoming
out, not even enough to pop my head past her pussy
ring.
Realizing the futility, I started playing with her and
Soledad, alternating my dick between Soledad's mouth
and Honey's pussy, adding some sweet cherry lube as
needed. I then turned Honey on her side and got Soledad
to kneel down and get her mouth close to Honey's
crotch, where I continued the bait-and-switch. Both
girls were digging this, laughing each time my cock
popped out of Honey's pussy.
Soon, I got what I wanted as Soledad, at my suggestion,
began licking and nibbling on Honey's clit. I stuck my
cock back in her cunt and massaged it around inside
her, even as my finger rubbed and gently penetrated her
tight asshole. It took very little of this to make
Honey come hard, clenching and jerking so much that my
cock popped out just as I started to deliver my
payload. I slapped my cockhead desperately around,
rubbing it on Dana's cuntlips and Soledad's mouth as I
pumped my shaft furiously.
It was a good orgasm, followed by the wonderful sight
of an 8-year-old girl dutifully licking the sperm off
of her 10-year-old cousin's crotch. My semen was mixed
with the sweet cherry lubricant, and judging from the
effort Soledad put into it, she clearly was enjoying
the taste.
The girls and I played with each other a while longer,
bringing me off a couple of times more, and themselves
several times too. I got together with them two more
times before, alas, it was again time for me to leave
and return to college.
I didn't see Soledad again for four years, at my
parent's New Year's party. When she walked in, formally
dressed, my jaw dropped to the floor. She was gorgeous,
absolutely stunning. This was not just my opinion.
Everyone at the party was as astounded as I.
As soon as I could, I maneuvered her away from the
crowd. With no hesitation, I grasped her firmly by the
arm and walked her downstairs to my brother's bedroom.
As soon as we entered, I turned and locked the door.
She clearly knew what was coming next, because she
dropped her purse on the nightstand and lowered her
head.
I came up behind her, took her in my arms and began
nibbling on her exposed neck. She inhaled sharply at
this, and I wasted no time in releasing the straps to
her dress, letting it fall to the floor. She was
wearing a lacy black bra, though she hardly had any
breasts to mention.
I quickly pulled it off and slid her panties down, then
turned her and kissed her as I had years earlier. I
pushed her down on the bed, pulling off my pants and
jacket and opening my shirt so I could feel her skin
against mine. My cock was ready to go, and I tried to
penetrate her, but she was too dry. I got off of her,
desperately looking for some lubricant, finally finding
a bottle as she lied on the bed, eyes closed.
I returned, smearing some baby oil on my cock and into
her cunthole, then quickly mounted her and sank into
her waiting pussy. I fucked her gently but quickly,
aware that we might be missed. She kept stride with me,
and came shortly after I did. I then grabbed some
tissue and pushed it into her twat, picked up her
panties and started to help her dress. She pushed me
away and started throwing on her things herself. We
finished dressing, and I left before her.
I didn't think until later that this was the first time
I had fully penetrated her. I only wish I'd had more
time or patience to do the job right. Although it
almost certainly wasn't her first time being fucked
(I'm sure whoever had deflowered her before age 8 could
not have resisted her later beauty), I still would have
gotten the old familiar thrill I get my first time
fucking and coming in a new girl. Instead, there was
that hormone-driven frenzy of lust and fear that sated
my animal instincts but did nothing for my soul (black
as it may be).
The next day I stopped by her uncle's house, where she
was staying. I chatted amicably with the family,
several times suggesting places I could take Soledad to
help alleviate her boredom. Each one of my suggestions
was shot down by her. I waited around until I finally
got her alone. Without a word, I kissed her hard,
reached down into her panties and slipped my finger
into her cunt. I told her to get dressed and go out
with me. She did so submissively, and I drove her to my
hotel (no house this year).
I put out the "Do Not Disturb" sign, locked the door,
drew the curtains, and took her in my arms. I won't say
I was rough on her, but my style certainly was more
direct and forceful than it had ever been with my
sister. I fucked her in several positions, got her to
come twice, and filled both her pussy and mouth with a
load of semen each. When we were finished, I told her I
would stop by the next day and expected her to be ready
to go when I got there.
I picked her us as promised the next day, only this
time I chose something different, more dangerous. I
drove her to a whorehouse, where I hired a prostitute I
had used before, a good-looking girl of maybe 16 or 17.
Soledad was trembling when I walked her into the room.
I quickly stripped and told the hooker to do likewise.
Both naked, the hooker and I undressed Soledad, who
stood shivering in the middle of the room.
When she too was naked, I told the hooker to sit on the
floor with her back against the bed. I had done this
before with this girl and another prostitute, so she
knew what to expect. She tilted her head back, and I
walked Soledad over, spreading her legs around the
hooker and bending her over the bed. I gave the whore a
pillow so she could lift her head up to Soledad's
snatch, then lubing myself up, I quickly and smoothly
drove my shaft into my 12-year-old niece.
I fucked her with abandon, not worrying about her for a
second. The hooker did a good job, flicking her tongue
expertly, so much so that Soledad came twice before I
did once. I had the girl drink my semen out of
Soledad's dripping twat, then had Soledad suck my cock
clean. I dried it as best I could with a towel, then,
still erect, I donned a condom and had the girls switch
positions.
I know about STD's, and I knew the danger to Soledad in
particular, but I didn't care. I fucked that hooker
good and hard, while she yelled at my baby to eat her
cunt harder. I came again quickly, though not as hard
as the first time. After pulling off my condom, I had
Soledad suck my cock clean again.
It was at this point that I pulled out my primitive
digital camera and, refusing to take no for an answer,
had Soledad and the prostitute pose in a variety of
explicit positions. I still have those pictures and
occasionally bring them out for a good monkey-spanking.
As a capper, I had the girl take several shots of me
with Soledad.
By now my dick had hardened again, and I was able to
indulge every possibility - I even called in the madam
for a fantastic shot I have of my cock in Soledad's
pussy, with the hooker, looking younger than her years,
tugging with her lips on Soledad's clit. You can see my
little 12-year-old niece's face clearly and beautifully
in that picture!
I fucked Soledad every day for the rest of the week,
before it was time again to part company. I saw her
again two years later, and she was just stunning.
Unfortunately, she had come to hate my guts. I was
still able to pressure her into sex, and came roundly
and soundly in her pussy, but she spat at me
immediately thereafter, and that ruined any desire I
could later have for her. As I said, at this writing
she is 17 and model-perfect, probably the best-looking
girl I ever fucked. We're on polite speaking terms now,
and we've come to a workable arrangement: I don't fuck
her and she doesn't spit on me.
CHAPTER 14
I alluded earlier to a lesson learned, and this is that
story. It is the final story in this narrative, and I
hope it is my final story of pedophilia and other
deviant forms of sexuality.
I married, yes married, later in life to a woman a few
years older, and whom I adore. I had one previous
mature love affair, and I felt I had grown
significantly. As ironic, or at least cosmically
appropriate, as it may seem, it turns out that my wife
had been molested as a little girl, and to this day
suffers the consequences.
She has 6 brothers and 5 sisters, with age differences
of almost 30 years from oldest to youngest. Her father,
now in his eighties, is his wife's own uncle. He
abducted her when she was 14, keeping her as a virtual
sex slave for several weeks. Apparently, sexual
abductions are or were common in their country. As was
customary, when her parents found out who the kidnapper
was, they gave him two choices: marry the girl or pay a
large fine.
Yes, that's right, a fine, money. No shotgun weddings
over there, because the family's honor would be
tarnished if anyone found out their girl had been
soiled, even if she ended up marrying (by force) her
despoiler. The money was to compensate the parents for
their future costs of keeping the ruined girl, since no
man would marry a whore and take her off their hands.
Too poor to pay adequately, the uncle was forced by his
brother to marry his niece, and this incestuous pairing
produced 12 offspring. All of my wife's siblings appear
physically normal, though each is whacky in some way
(my wife included), and one is downright psychotic. She
finally is locked away after trying to kill her
children for the third (and hopefully last) time.
It should come as little surprise that, in this
environment, there should arise shenanigans of the
naughty kind. My wife has a nightmare memory, which she
refuses to explore, of kneeling in front of one of her
brothers and sucking his dick, getting a mouth and face
full of semen, while other brothers stood around her
laughing. There's then a blank, a memory lapse, which
picks up with her crying to her eldest brother, telling
him about the incident.
She remembers being in pain "down there" as she told
him. She also remembers him giving her a smile, a "you
go, girl" kind of look. Then, her recollection gets
hazy, but she thinks she remembers being in bed with
him and feeling more intense pain "down there" again.
I have a vivid recollection of most of my childhood,
and I think most people have a good number of memories
as well. My wife, however, remembers almost nothing
after that day, bits and pieces only, until her next
clear memory when, at 16, she "de-virginized" (her
word) one of her cousins, a boy of 12 or 13. She fucked
one more young virgin boy before going to college,
where she was forcefully raped by a janitor. After
that, she was hospitalized for emotional trauma.
Refusing long-term treatment, she dealt with it by
becoming a tortured slut.
By her count, she had sex with more than 30 men and
boys in the next two years. She followed an exact
pattern, dating a boy until she felt comfortable (a
day, a week, or a month), then fucking him once, and
dumping him the next day. Then, she would spend a day
or more crying in anguish, after which she would
recover and move on to the next.
I mention all of this because her reality, the reality
of many if not most abuse victims, coupled with my next
experience, helped me to change my ways.
This next experience happened because my cute new wife
had a cute, tall, blonde 11-year-old daughter,
Margarita, who teased me incessantly and played
constantly with me in a very inappropriate manner. She
would pinch my butt, grab my crotch, and pull my shorts
down every chance she got.
I tried to stay away, but my radar was going off non-
stop. The siren song has led many a sailor to his
watery grave, and I finally succumbed one Saturday
morning while my wife was away at work. Margarita, who
was already sprouting out, cuddled up to me on the
sofa, where we lied together watching cartoons on TV.
She soon turned around, as if for warmth, when suddenly
I felt her nibbling on my nipple! My cock jumped almost
as high as my heart. I asked her what she was doing,
and she said she loved sucking on "chi-chis." I cradled
her head in my arm, as she continued suckling. I ran my
hand up her back, over her t-shirt at first, then under
it.
As she continued suckling, I worked my hand around to
her front, and slowly up to her budding breasts. I
began teasing her nipples, pinching them with my
fingertips. She replied to each pinch with a little
bite. I then slowly stroked my hand down her belly,
slowly inching toward her golden kingdom. I debated for
a moment whether to play it safe, but I threw caution
to the wind and slipped my hand under her waistband. In
no time I had reached her warm, blonde, lightly fuzz-
covered mound.
I started rubbing her lips gently, then slipped my
finger into her slit, finding her clitoris among its
folds. I rubbed in long strokes, beginning at her clit
and ending with my finger in her hot, amazingly-wet
hole. I had no trouble inserting my finger, and sure
enough, I felt no trace of hymen. I finger-fucked my
step-daughter that way for a while, but she wouldn't
come. My hand was tired from the effort, so I detached
her from my breast and slid down to her navel, pulled
her pajamas and panties off, and jumped right in.
She hadn't bathed recently, and the smell of musk and
urine were overpowering. It didn't stop me though, as I
worked my tongue all over her pussy and gave her
everything I had. After what seemed like an eternity,
my tongue was numb and she still showed no signs of
coming. I finally pulled her down onto the floor with
me, and lying on my side, began to work her with both
hands - two fingers in her pussy, the other hand
working her clit.
As I was doing this, she reached over and felt inside
my underwear. I quickly pulled them off, and in seconds
she had my cock in her mouth. After that, it took only
a few minutes for her to come. I should have realized
from the nipple-suckling that she had an oral fixation,
one that I was too willing to indulge. I got up on the
couch and pulled her up with me, holding my cock up and
pulling back the foreskin.
Margarita was the most verbal and communicative little
girl I have ever known. She laughed and asked why my
cock looked weird. I answered that I wasn't
circumcised, that this was the way most men in my
country looked. She answered that her dad's and
uncle's cocks looked much better. She also commented on
how thick mine was, compared to their thin ones.
All this time, she was busy sucking and licking, her
head bobbing up and down one moment, then flitting
about like a bird. Finally I told her we should finish
up, and she answered she wasn't ready yet. I then
realized she had been masturbating the whole time. I
waited until she was ready, then I had her grasp me
tightly (what a strong hand she had!) and pump up and
down the shaft, while her tongue swirled around my
cockhead in her mouth, and her other hand frigged
herself furiously. She came hard, as did I, though when
she finished she spat all my come out onto my crotch.
I freaked out thinking some had gotten on the couch,
where her mom would smell it. Fortunately, I kept
tissues nearby and I avoided that disaster. Other near-
misses would soon follow, though. She wasn't just
verbal, she was horrifyingly open and candid. On more
than one occasion I had to interrupt her as she was
chatting with her mom about one or another activity
we'd had that had ended up with my cock in her mouth!
On the other hand, it drove me nearly crazy that my
step-daughter wouldn't let me fuck her pussy. It took
more than a month of near-begging to get her to try
sitting on it, just a little. As an old Hispanic saying
goes, where the head fits, the rest will follow.
That day, well lubed and ready to go, Margarita sat
slowly on my cock, all the time sucking on my fingers,
which she bit hard whenever she felt the slightest
pain. Eventually, the head popped in, and sure enough,
she didn't stop there, but continued lowering herself
onto my member until she sat on my pelvis. My whole
shaft had fit.
I was amazed that this 11-year-old girl had managed to
fit my entire cock in her pussy. I mentioned this to
her and she casually replied that my dick wasn't all
that long! My wife had commented to me that her ex-
husband's cock was very long, but skinny, and that she
preferred my shorter, thicker pecker (my wife is short,
and my seven inches bottom out in her).
I had Margarita grind herself on my cock for a while,
until she got tired. Then I pulled her down onto me and
rolled us over, straddling her in the missionary
position and fucking her with all my best moves.
Despite my efforts, again, she wouldn't come.
I finally gave up and just concentrated on myself,
feeling the tight, slick warmth of her pre-pubescent
pussy as it gripped my rock-hard cock, pulling and
sucking with every stroke, until I came to a powerful
orgasm and exploded deep inside her. As soon as my
spasms subsided, I pulled out and dragged my dripping
member up to her face, where she greedily slurped it
into her mouth, and finger-fucked herself to her own
climax.
I did this just one more time with her before she made
an announcement: she was leaving for Latin America on
winter break. I almost had a conniption. Who knew what
she would tell her father, brothers, or friends down
there? Sure her father and uncle probably were
molesting her, but wouldn't they be more jealous of me
as a result? If I denied my involvement and accused
them, it would make me look even guiltier. If pressed,
wouldn't Margarita defend her dad and roll over on me
(so to speak)?
I argued with my wife against letting Margarita go. I
emphasized that her ex-husband (who had kept their two
sons when she left him) would keep Margarita from
returning. I added that he worked six days a week, late
into each night, and had no one to supervise the kids.
Of course Margarita would want to stay in that
environment, what kid wouldn't want to have free reign
and no supervision? My wife agreed with my arguments,
but blindly put her daughter's desires before her
interests and let her go.
I sweated it out, and it almost came as a relief when
Margarita called a week later to say she wasn't coming
back to the US. Her mother was devastated, though. She
had already lost her two boys and couldn't bear the
thought of losing her little girl. Notwithstanding my
criminal adultery, I loved my wife with all my heart,
and her suffering tore at my soul.
I finally persuaded her to force her ex-husband to let
the children return. I gave her every argument for why
growing up in the US was better than in Latin America.
I pushed and prodded until she came around, toughened
up, and threatened her husband with criminal kidnap
charges (she had sole custody) and revocation of his US
visa. It took months, but he conceded and sent the kids
over near the end of summer break.
I was elated for my wife, but still dreaded my reunion
with her daughter. My fears were ungrounded, though, as
Margarita was warm and receptive to me. What I hadn't
anticipated, though, was the need for a wholly new and
different set of fears. It became quickly obvious that
she had sexual relations with her brothers, and that
they probably all had sex openly with their father and
uncle as well.
Margarita tried constantly to drag me in, pulling off
my underwear, grabbing my cock just behind her mother's
back, all in front of her giggling younger brothers.
While in Latin America, she had turned 12 and shortly
thereafter began menstruating. This added another
concern, one I had been too stupid earlier to
appreciate.
Scared shitless, I finally had enough, and made it
clear in no uncertain terms that we could not, ever,
have sexual relations again. The effect on her was
devastating. Our relationship soured so quickly and
strongly that my wife and I started getting into fights
because of her behavior. She started hanging out with
older girls, two of whom ended up pregnant by age 13,
one by 15. Finally, fed up and on the brink of divorce,
my wife insisted on family counseling.
I tried to keep the kids out of it for fear of what
they would say, but eventually, without my knowledge,
they went to see the therapist. Imagine my relief as
they made it through, focusing solely on the traumatic
aspects of their parents' divorce, and never once
bringing up our inappropriate (not to say criminal)
behavior. Counseling helped, and since that time the
boys and I have become very close (not in a sexual
way). My step-daughter and I took longer, but she
eventually came around.
Though she still fools around with her brothers, it's
been more than three years since our last sexual
encounter. Every now and then she teases me slightly,
and casts me wry, knowing smiles from time to time, but
I've managed to get through our problems without her
once spitting on me. I've resolved never to indulge
again, and I have kept to that resolution, despite the
innuendo and thinly-veiled offers I still occasionally
get.
CONCLUSION
My wife and I now enjoy an average sex life, spiced up
sometimes with a little free internet porn (which I
screen carefully to find young girls who still look
like they could be 18). Although I haven't had any
impulse to pursue my stepdaughter, nor any other girl,
I will always worry that, given the right girl at the
wrong time, I might fall into my old ways. I hope not,
because I love my wife, and am truly happy and
satisfied for the first time I can recall.
Writing this story has been cathartic for me. Although
I became aroused frequently at the memories I
transcribed, I did not feel a need to masturbate, nor
dive into the murky backwaters of the Internet.
My life has been spent and my adventures lived in five
distinct circles of friends and family, and I doubt
that any of them know enough about the others that they
could trace this narrative back to me. Those about whom
I gave enough details that they might recognize
themselves, don't surf the net. And those who do,
already know my crimes and passions and haven't told
anyone anyway.
I'm sorry for those people whom I hurt. A few of them
were underage, a few were not. Most child molesters
rationalize their abuse, claiming it gives love and
pleasure to their victims. I know this is
rationalization, and yet I empathize and agree with it.
Most of the children I molested grew up relatively
normal and well-adjusted. Only one (Alex) went down the
same path my wife took, though unlike my wife she has
not found her way back. In Alex's case, I'm sure I made
things worse, but I can hardly believe she ended up
that way directly due to my actions.
Soledad has recovered. I'm sure that, like Alex, she
may also have suffered some more painful abuse at the
hands of others. Despite that, she's better now, in a
warm long-lasting relationship with a very nice guy.
The other girls, as far as I know, are all doing fine.
My experiences with most of them were absolutely
heavenly. Every warm little mouth, every tight little
cunt was just like a little taste of paradise. I know I
should feel guilty about them, but I cannot bring
myself to do so.
Still, to all those out there who share some of my
predilections, let me ask you to please not shit where
you eat. Even if you are lucky enough to find a girl
(or pet) who enjoys and appreciates your attentions,
remember how difficult love and relationships are.
Think how many times angry lovers hurt each other. Now,
take a situation like that and add a loaded gun. One
word from your child can bring your life to an end.
Remember too that most of you will have to live with
the consequences of your actions. I don't know what
would have happened between me and my sister had she
lived. I used to think we would have continued happily
as husband and wife, but the years and experiences have
led me to doubt that. Perhaps she was taken from me for
a reason, though I guess I'll never know.
The only comfort I have is that I never knowingly
caused her pain, and, in my own twisted way, did what I
could to make her happy. Would that we all knew always
how to do that best. Wherever she is now, I thank her
for the time we spent together in Heaven, but I thank
God that I came back to Earth.
USA, 2004
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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