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 MOLESTER ON THE MOVE PART 2 by Boy Ahoy Mb anal oral ws scat b15 b11 b5 b3

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that way.  This is also incredibly and utterly filthy, and you should stay
away.

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   I want to thank a bunch of people, which I will do after the story.  I
wrote this after being told so much nasty stuff by my readers, which
spurred my cock - I mean my brain - to come up with lots of sperm.  I mean
words.  Which turned into this story.

   So: I answer every email, and make lots of your dreams and experiences
come true, at least in smut form.  The address is at the bottom.

   Enough bottom.  No, not enough bottoms!  On with the story!

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   A FILTHY WELCOME I was on the bus, almost asleep, when I saw it.  Just a
glimpse.  In a clearing, in the middle of nowhere, close to the road, but
shaded by trees and surrounded by trash, there were some tents and old
caravans.  There were kids running around among them.  One boy, about five
years old, was standing close to the road with only a dirty T-shirt on,
pissing up in the air with a stiffy, in clear view of everyone passing on
the road.  It was a long haul bus, and almost everyone were reading or
asleep.  The bus wasn't going fast.  He saw me looking, lifted his little
hand in a wave, and smiled.  I waved back, but I'm not sure he saw it.  I
decided quickly, grabbed my bag and jacket, and went up to the front to ask
when the next stop was.

   Turned out it was a quite a few miles ahead.  I bought some food, water
and booze at the store, and put it in my backpack.  It took me an hour and
half to walk back along the road, until I found the makeshift camp.

   The few adults I saw were male.  Stoners and drifters, shuffling along
or sleeping in the shade on dilapidated sun-beds.  I tipped my imaginary
hat to a few and got a nod back.  No-one seemed in charge, least of all of
garbage disposal.  I found out where the designated latrine spot was, and
found a spot upwind but in view of it, under some trees.  I cleared away
trash and pitched my small two-man tent.  Then I went to the latrine,
needing to rid myself of last night's dinner.

   The latrine was one big hole in the ground with some planks across,
balanced on stacked bricks on each side.  Two holes were cut out of the
planks over each hole, caked with dried shit around the edges and stained
with piss.  It was the most rudimentary two-seater I'd ever seen.  The
holes were quite close together, and one was smaller than the other, so
kids wouldn't fall in, I suppose.

   A pile of sand from the holes and a shovel indicated that you did your
business and covered it afterwards.  Although the holes were quite deep and
relatively new, the place didn't smell like roses.  It seemed that once the
holes were full, the latrine was moved a bit - I could see a mound of sand
a few yards away.

   There was no problem with ventilation, though - some thirsty and half
dried-out shrubbery were between the latrine and the main camp, but you sat
- and shat - in full view of anyone passing.

   I had just sat down on the dirty plank seat sceptically with my shorts
around my feet, wondering how many splinter's I'd get, when I heard running
feet.  A boy of about eleven came running, holding his ass.  He was wearing
a dirty Pokemon cap, and nothing else.  His cock was half hard, and slapped
him from thigh to thigh as he ran.  It was about 3,5", quite impressive for
his age.  Just before he reached the latrine, he stopped.

   -Oh crap!  he said.  And he did.  A powerful jet of yellow piss
intersperced with clumps of shit showered out of his ass, wetting first his
unsuccessful ass-stopping hand, then his legs.  He bent over, and another
jet shot out of his ass and onto some bushes.

   He waddled uncomfortably over and sat down on the planks over the child
hole, and grunted as he continued to empty his bowels, this time in the
pit. The holes were so close that our thighs were flush against each other.
The boy was sticky with sweat, and had a wonderful, filthy boy smell that
only comes from arm pits, dick, ass and feet after several days of not
washing.

   -Damn, that Roger pisses a lot after he cums, he said.  -Hi, I'm Billy,
he continued, stretching his hand out.  I looked at his hand, wet with ass
piss, then shook it.

   -Brett, I said.

   -The new guy.  I saw you set up your tent over there.  You a pedo?  he
asked, then grunted as he looked at my plump dick and forced more shit out
of his ass.  Since his cock was pointing straight out, he also pissed in an
arc straight at the forest floor.  My cock was rising fast, and seeing that
he was hard, I didn't hide it.

   -Yeah, I said, looking at him pissing.

   -Don't worry, you can piss all over, everybody does.  But cause of
flies, we try to keep the shitting to one place.  I'll cover up that crap
after I'm finished, he said, nodding to the steaming wet small pile of
clumps where his ass piss had happened.

   -Figured you were a pedo, he said, a complicit smile on his freckled
face.  -Others just take a look at this shithole and scram.  Boys or girls
or both?

   -Boys, I said and grinned back.  - I like you, for example.  And your
cock.

   He took my dick and wanked it experimentally, judging the length and
thickness of it.  I looked down at the grubby hand and squeezed my ass
muscles to make it say hello.

   -Nice tool, he commented.  -But you can't fuck me now, too sore after
that monster cock of Roger done me.

   He continued masturbating me, and I reached over and did the same to
him. We both grunted and forced some more shit out of our asses as we sat
there, jerking each other off like two scouts at camp.

   -You suck or just fuck?  Billy asked as he enjoyed our mutual
masturbation.  -Most of the assholes here just want to fuck the shit out of
the kids.  You can pretty much do any boy here, girls are different - there
are so few that you have to ask the father or owner or whatever.

   -I don't care about the girls.  And I love to suck.  Especially dirty
boys, I said, gathering up some pre-scum from the snout of his long
foreskin, and putting it in my mouth.  It tasted strongly of old cums. 
-Yum!

   -Ha!  You won't find any clean ones, so you should be good.  You should
be popular too, if you suck as well.  Wanna suck me?  I didn't cum, Roger
just fucked me hard, pissed me full and kicked me out of his trailer.

   He looked at me, hopefully, grinning.  He was incredibly cute and really
filthy - just the way I like my eleven year old boys.  His hair was light
blonde, unevenly and messy cut, from what I saw of it under the cap.  He
had a deep tan all over - no tan line - and freckles that were so many that
they pretty much melded into one big one.  Even his cock had a tan.  I
noticed his teeth were a bit all over the place - no braces for this kid.

   -Sure!  I said.  Billy got up, still dripping, and stood in front of me,
with his lovely, intact cock.  A powerful smell of stale and fresh piss
came with him, and i inhaled deeply.

   -God, I love your smell, I said.  I took his cock and studied it.  There
were some brown smears, dried now.  -I see you fuck as well, I commented.

   -Yeah, I like the babies, they're so nice and tight.  I'll bring one to
your tent later if you want.  We can do it together.  Payment for the blow,
you know.

   -Cool, I said, and took his filthy cock in my mouth.  He grabbed my head
and started to fuck my mouth, using it.  I concentrated on sucking out as
much of that good dirty taste from his cock as I could, and being a good
mouth-cunt for him.

   -Yeah, suck my cock, you fucking pedo!  Nothing personal, figure I'm a
pedo myself.  I'm trying to get all the girls here preggers when their
owners aren't looking.  I want lots of little baby boys I can fuck and fuck
and fuck.  Unh!  Unh!  Unh!

   His thrash-talk sounded funny in that soprano boy voice, but I wasn't
complaining.  Billy slammed his hips into my face, his wet hips spraying
drops of Roger's piss onto my chest.

   A stoned, very pregnant girl, maybe 15, waddled into the clearing,
spread her legs, pulled up her dirty dress and pissed on the ground in
front of us, looking at us through half-closed eyes.  I looked at the
ballooning stomach of hers.  Not that I cared much for girls, but I
wondered if there was a boy inside her.

   -Hey Billy, she slurred.  -Daddy wants you.  He's mad I won't let him
fuck me due to the baby and all, and he said I can't blow for shit, and he
wants a real fuck.

   -Fuck!  Tell him you couldn't find me.  Too sore to do him now.  Find
that fat retard to him, he's always up for it.

   He had grabbed my head and was trying to reach my ass through my throat.
Luckily, I have little to no gag reflex, and his cock wasn't too long.

   -'Kay, she said, finished pissing, dropped her dress and waddled away.

   -Unh unh unh!  Billy said.  -That baby of my sister could be mine, but
it's most probably daddy's.  But if it is a boy I wanna...  be...  the
first...  uh...  to fuck it!  Yeah!  he said, and squirted a few thin
spurts of boy cum in my mouth.

   -Damn, I needed that.  Still need to piss, want it?  he asked.  I just
nodded, his stiff boy cock still in my mouth.  He grunted, pushed.  Some
more wet piss squirted out of his ass at the same time as he pissed a long
stream into my mouth.  I swallowed as best I could, and he pulled out and
shook his cock at me, spraying me with the last few drops.

   -There, I baptized you, he said.  Welcome to Shithole Camp!

   DADDY-MARKED As I was just finishing inflating my double air mattress
inside the tent, I heard a voice.

   -Hi, new guy!

   It was the trouser-less five-year old I had spotted from the bus window.
I couldn't help grin at him.

   -Hi!  I'm Brett Newguy, I said.  The lame joke was lost on the kid.  He
peeked into the tent, then came in and sat down on the mattress,
immediately smearing it with his dirty hands, then bounced a little on it
and fondled his stiff penis as I continued to unpack.  Now that I had him
close, I could see why he had caught my attention in the first place.

   He was a mix of many, caramel skin, curly, matted hair, large, brown
eyes, full, kissable lips who looked like they had sucked cock recently,
due to some half-dried sperm on his cheek.  He was skinny, but didn't look
starved.  I stayed with my estimate of five years old.  His cock was plump
and intact, the long foreskin being fondled by dirty, grubby fingers.

   -I'm thirsty, he said.  I looked at him, smiled, and offered him my
opened bottle of water.  He drank greedily, then sat there and held the
bottle with one hand, idly making his penis feel good.  Having finished
placing everything, I took off my sweaty clothes, exposing my hard cock to
the kid.

   -Are you going to fuck me?  he asked, looking at my dick, evaluating the
size compared to his butt, perhaps.

   -Do you want to?  I said, folding my clothes.  The tent was hot and now
smelled like a man who hadn't had a shower for a couple of days, and a five
year old kid who hadn't had a bath in who knows how long.

   -I don't mind, he said.  -Everybody fucks me all the time.  I only fuck
Jay.

   -Who is Jay, I asked.

   -He's my little brother.  If you're a pedo, you can fuck all the boys
here.  But you have to ask if you wanna fuck the girls.

   -I heard that.  I don't want to fuck girls, I said.  -I think girls are
icky.

   -Me too!  he grinned.

   -But first I...  want to tickle you!  I said, and attacked him with my
fingers all over his body.

   -Waaa ha ha ha!  he laughed, as I found all the little spots in his
sides and under his toes and in his neck.  Trapping him in a cage made out
of my arms and legs, he had nowhere to go, and giggled and laughed until he
couldn't breathe.  I moved in and started licking him everywhere too, his
snotty, cute little nose, his grimy ears, his bellybutton, and his thighs.

   The taste and smell was pissy and dirty, flecks of dried poop between
his ass cheeks and down his legs, dried cum on his cheek.  I licked his
asshole with long dog-licks, tasting cum and boy shit, sniffing deep,
taking in that lovely shitty boy smell mixed with his father's ball sweat
and greasy cum, all the while tickling him.

   -Waha..  hhhh!  Hhhh!  he gasped.  -I'gonna...  hhhh...  peeeehhh...

   I surfaced from under his butt and sucked his stiff little stick into my
mouth, a taste explosion, and now a pee explosion.  I sucked it hard,
enjoying the hard stream, groping in his cummy ass, finding his five year
old ass cunt and pushing in with two fingers.

   He pushed out hard and opened himself for me with a long, wet fart,
splattering daddy cum mixed with boy poop all over my hand and my bed, and
I couldn't swallow all of his hard, warm piss.  It burst into my mouth and
rained down on him again as I fucked his kindergarten boy cunt with my
fingers.

   Knowing that I was just one of many men who had raped him continually
since he was born, I sat up, pushed him face down on the mattress, placed
his legs on each side of my hips and positioned my cock at the entrance to
his tummy.  I was so horny after being used by Billy, that I needed to fuck
this brother of Jay, now, immediately, stat!

   As he gathered his breath, I took one ankle in each hand and pulled him
backward hard, impaling the little child in one stroke.  All his breath
whooshed out of him, shoved out by my invading adult cockpole.

   -Haaahhhhhhh, he gasped.  His stiff boy stick sprinkled more piss all
over the mattress.  I could feel his insides sloshing with cum and boy
shit. When I pulled out, my cock was slimy brown, and the child poop smell
was strong.

   I bent over him and placed my hands on his upper arms, pinning them down
so he wouldn't slide away, then started a slow, firm fuck rhythm.  His head
was turned to the side so he could breathe.  My chin stubble was brushing
his hair, I bent and kissed his ear, then licked inside, tasting the bitter
dirt.

   -Fuck, you are so good, little boy, I panted into his ear as I fucked
into the kid again and again.  -How many have fucked you today?

   My cock made muddy sounds in his muddy fuckhole, as he counted off his
fuckers in-between thrusts.

   -Haahh..  Daddy...  two times...  then Billy...  then Zach...  then
Roger wanted to, but I ran away...  his wiener is so big...  then you...

   Damn!  I was fucking in four cumloads.  No wonder the five-year old
sloshed.  He must be everybody's favorite fucktoy!

   I pulled out, and goop ran out of his cumhole.  I flipped him and
mounted him again from the front, bending to kiss him and taste his mouth,
making out with him and fucking him like the smallest boy-wife ever.  He
tasted like cum and piss.  His wet boydick tickled my tummy as I rearranged
his intestines.

   -Chrissy?  I heard a deep voice outside.

   The boy tore free from my mouth.

   -In here, dad!

   I was glad I had been to the latrine, because I would have shit myself
had there been something left.  I stopped fucking the boy, with my cock
still in him.  A bearded brute of a man stuck his head in the tent, looking
stern.  Chrissy (Chrissie?  A girl name?) moved his head so he was looking
at his dad upside down.  He grinned and said:

   -I'm fucking the new guy, dad!

   -I can see that.  I can smell that, too, the man rumbled.  -I need you
to watch Jay, me and the guys are driving over to the bar in Mansville. 
We'll be late, so I need you to make sure Roger doesn't get to Jay and ruin
him for the rest of us.  Hi, I'm Dexter, he said, sticking his hand out to
me.

   Here I was, fucking the shit out of his five year old son, and he wanted
to shake?  I gingerly supported myself on one hand only, my cock leaking
precum into Chrissy, and shook.  It was the hand with his cum and his son's
ass slime on it.

   -Brett.  Your son is a good fuck.

   -Sure is.  He looked at his now slimed hand.  -Well, when you are
finished, send him home.

   -But I want to sleep in the tent with the new guy!  Chrissy protested.

   -Well, in that case, take Jay with you.  Let me see your dick, he said
to me.

   I pulled out my child-shit and daddy-cum covered dick, feeling like a
horse being evaluated for breeding.

   -Okay, Jay can take that, no problem.  Have fun and see you in the
morning.  Well, evening.  We plan to empty the bar tonight, he grinned.

   -But first, let me do this to remind you whose boys it is.  Don't you
disappear with them, I'll find you, and you won't like it.

   He zipped up, pulled out a respectable, half hard dong, and started
pissing all over us with a thick, forceful, dark yellow, stinky stream. 
Chrissy gaped, filling his mouth with daddypiss, then he gargled as if he
was at the dentist.

   -Glglglgl!  He then got some piss in his throat and started coughing and
giggling, which squeezed my cock nicely and reminded me what I was doing.

   As his father finished showering us with golden, smelly rain, I started
fucking Chrissy again, his piss-coughing making his ass-muscle milk my cock
nicely.

   His boyrape-friendly father gone, I laid into the kid, jerking myself
off with his tiny body.  Now the whole inside of my tent was wet with piss,
Dexter's daddypiss and Chrissy's boy pee.  I was close to cumming.  Chrissy
was bone hard, his cock looked like it was chiseled out of wood, moving
perfectly with my hard thrusts.  Each fuck pushed air out of his mouth, and
he was jerking his stick faster.

   -Hhaa..  Hhaa...  Hhaa..

   -Uh!  Uh!  Want my cum in your ass or mouth, little fuckslut?

   -Ass!  the boy panted.

   I shook with pleasure and started delivering my milk.  It had been more
than a full day and night since I had ejaculated last, and I wanted to fill
his tummy to the max.

   -Fuck!  Gahhh...  I said and rabbit-fucked the five-year old camp slut
as I started spewing into him.

   -It's...  so...  GOOD!  I bellowed, and felt my cock expand and empty. I
imagined I could hear the thick goo splashing into the kid, mixing with all
the other pedo scum and boy poop inside him.  He jerked himself faster,
then stopped.  His dark little cherry head was free of the foreskin and
filled to the max, glistening and pulsing as his ass squeezed and released
four or five times.  He was milking more sperm out of me with his little
fuckhole, and I stayed still and felt my balls empty through my big pipe
and into the kid tummy.

   I pulled out and back, wanting to see the cunt.  It was open, and he
grunted as he released a long, blubbery fart, all the air I had fucked into
him, and all the sperm of the day - four hefty loads, by the look of it. 
It looked like his hole was pouring out brown-tinged yoghurt, running down
his ass cheeks and pooling on my mattress.

   -Ah, I think I want to marry you, Chrissy, I panted, my heart racing. 
-You're a better fuck than any girl.

   -Can a boy marry a man?  he asked, looking up at me with big, brown
eyes.

   -Of course, I lied, smiling.  -But I will be unfaithful.  There are so
many boys to fuck.

   -I will be unfaithell too, he said and grinned sweetly, looking up at
me. -I wanna fuck all the men in the world!

   -See?  We're perfect for each other, I smiled, and kissed him.

   ROGER IS BEING BAD After catching our breath for a minute, lying there,
he telling me a little bit about the others, and having to visit some of
the other caravans or tents to get something to eat from time to time, I
took the hint and made us some sandwiches.  Then he suddenly jumped up.

   -Jay!  Come on, he must be hungry too!

   He was full of energy again, and nagged me to hurry when I fumbled
around for some shorts to put on.  He skipped barefoot in his pissy
T-shirt, I trundled along, admiring his sexy five-year old bum.  Dusk was
arriving, and it was fairly quiet in the camp, all the other men having
driven off to drink themselves silly.

   We arrived at a large, but old caravan.  It would never move again - the
tires were flat, and it was supported by bricks and surrounded by
half-assed home-made furniture under a large marquee with holes in it, and
as everywhere in the camp, lots of trash.  As we got closer to it, we heard
a squeaky voice from inside.  -No!  I don't wanna!  Bad Woger!

   -Shit!  Fuck!  my little companion swore.  He began to run and jumped up
the makeshift stairs to the door.

   -Roger!  he yelled, commanding even in his squeaky voice.  He stood
there with his arms in his sides, looking as furious as a five-year old can
look.  I followed up the steps, and peeked into the trailer.  It was as
messy as I expected, and smelled strongly of dirty males of different ages.
But the strongest smell came from a big hulk of a boy, who at the moment
was gripping a small toddler - a mini version of Chrissy - by the hips,
about to force a monstrosity I had never seen the likes of outside of porn
into the tiny ass of the boy.  Jay, who seemed to be about three years old,
was delighted to see us.  At Chrissy's command, Roger immediately let go of
the toddler, and his massive cockhead swupped out from between Jay's butt
cheeks, bouncing up.

   -Cwissy!  Woger is bad!  Jay complained, and climbed down from the bed.

   Roger was a fat, bulky, giant of a teenager.  He could be anywhere
between 13 and 16, but had a baby face.  At the moment he looked terrified.
He hadn't even noticed my presence, he was looking at Chrissy, and he was
literally trembling.  When he spoke, it was with a raspy voice.  This kid
was going through his voice change, which indicated he wasn't even done
growing yet - but he was easily taller and wider than me.

   -Chrissy...  Please, I was only going to put a little in, oh please, I
won't do it ever again, Roger said.  He was literally trembling.  -Please
don't tell Dexter, he'll beat me so hard!

   Jay toddled over to Chrissy and me.  He had lost interest in Roger now
that he was safe, and was studying me, with one hand rubbing his butthole,
checking if Roger had done any damage, and sucking on the thumb of the
other.  His pee-pee was long, thin and stiff.  He looked at my cock, which
was growing.

   -Who awe you?  he asked me.

   -I'm Brett, I said.

   -Hi Bwett, he said.  -I'm Jay!

   -Nice to meet you, Jay.  You have a lovely pee-pee, I said as I sniffed
the air.  Roger just steamed testosterone.  The very scent of him was
something totally different than the smell of Chrissy and Jay, who both
hadn't washed in a long time, but smelled like little kids.  He smelled
like a room full of men and teenagers in the middle of a gangbang!

   His long, fat and still very hard cock rose thickly from his chunky
body, then drooped in an arc, due to the weight of it alone.  It was as
long as Jay's arm, and just as thick.  The foreskin was partially peeled
back due to his attempt to penetrate Jay's delightful baby bottom, and a
long, sticky drop of pre-cum was oozing from his shiny glans.  The hormones
Roger blasted us with had an effect on everyone in the room.  Me, Chrissy
and even Jay sported hard erections, of different sizes.  I wanted to fuck
something, anything.  Roger, Chrissy, Jay, myself, a potted plant - the
Roger effect fogged my mind.  I pulled my cock out the leghole of my loose
shorts and fondled it.  It seemed to be what everyone else was doing here.

   Chrissy was adamant and strict.  -You can choose.  Our way, or Dad's, he
said, sounding like a pint-sized headmaster doling out detentions.

   -Nooo!  Roger wailed.  Your way hurts so bad!  Pleeeease!

   He was wringing his hands.  It was strange to see this huge teenager,
easily five times as big as Chrissy, begging the small child for mercy.

   -Okay, then I tell dad.  This time he will hit you so bad you'll go to
the infirmerary, remember?

   Roger looked down.

   -Okay.  Your way, he said, resigned.  He got up from the bed and went
outside, followed by the three of us.  I was curious.  Were they going to
spank him?

   Outside, they went over to a truly filthy mattress on the ground.  As
Roger laid down on it, spreadeagle, Billy came walking, now with a long
T-shirt on.  Did no boys wear pants in this camp, I wondered.  Not that I
minded.

   -Don't tell me, he tried to fuck Jay again?  he said.

   -Yup, Chrissy said.

   -Why, Roger?  You fucked and pissed in me only a couple of hours ago! 
Billy said, exasperated.

   -But I was so horny!  And when your dad fucked me he didn't make me cum!
Roger complained.  He sounded like a small kid who discovered all his
christmas presents were sweaters.

   -I've told you to come find me if that happens.  I would have sucked you
off!

   -But I like fucking best!

   Now Billy was helping Chrissy tie Roger up to four poles at each corner
of the mattress.  Next to Chrissy and Jay, he really looked like a giant in
the land of Lilliput, waiting to be poked by tiny spears.  Although I bet
Jonathan Swift never imagined spears like we were sporting.  Besides, mine
wasn't that tiny.

   Talking about tiny, Jay was now reaching up and pulling my hard dick
downwards.

   -Bottle!  he said.

   -What?  I said.  Chrissy turned around from his concentrated efforts to
tie one ribbon knot at the lower end, while Billy was almost finished with
the three others.

   -Oh, Daddy never bothered to buy milk.  He said we come with bottles
between our legs.  We raise him on pee and porridge.  Just do it slowly
until he is full.

   Here I was, standing in the open, cock out of my pants, with a naked
toddler between my legs, bending down my boner for him to suck piss from.
It had stuff from his brother's ass still on it.  I bent my knees slightly
to make it easier for him, then let out a trickle of pee.  His mouth felt
so good on my cock-head, he might get some cum too.

   As I was playing bottle to Jay, the boys were lubing up their arms from
a jar of grease.  Even though Roger was begging for release, his monster
cock was hard as fuck, laying on his stomach and leaking pre-cum.  Chrissy
was first, made a fist and shoved his hand into the giant teenager, all the
way to his shoulder.

   -OOOOW!  he yelled.  -FUUUUUUCK!

   Then he pulled out and waited for Billy, who stepped over the teenager,
laid himself on top of the long, thick cock and waited for Chrissy to
position his decent eleven year old cock.  Then he fucked it in hard,
squeezing Roger's balls in the process.  Once inside, Chrissy then pushed
his hand into the teen cunt alongside Billy's cock.

   -OOOW!  Roger complained.  -Jeez!

   -This is just like you putting your wiener in Jay!  Like it?  Chrissy
said.

   -Nooooo!  Roger sobbed.

   While Billy and Chrissy fucked Roger with arm and cock, I was trying to
portion out piss to Jay.  His sucking was so good that I felt my balls get
ready to serve up semen to the tiny suck-machine, swallowing and swallowing
as I urinated into the toddler.

   -Uh..  I'm gonna...  I said, and then my piss stream stopped and globs
of sperm shot into the kid's mouth.  He coughed, spraying piss and cum on
my legs, then happily lapped up my thick offering.  When he had gotten it
all, he licked his lips and said:

   -Mmmm!  Powwidge!

   He turned and looked at Roger being molested by the smaller kids.

   -Mowe powwidge!  he squealed, and ran over to Roger.  He sat himself
down in front of Billy on Roger's crotch and wrapped his baby arms around
the cock.  It looked like he was holding on to a telephone pole.  The cock
was thicker than his arms.  He was being pushed hard by Billy's fucking,
and his stiff baby cock humped and stabbed Roger's balls as he slurped on
the pre-cum running out of the cockhead.  The cock was as long as his
torso, so it was a perfect fit.

   -My balls!  Roger shouted.  - You are poking my balls!

   Huh.  Ball torture by baby.  I had never seen that before.  Jay didn't
care, he was licking and eating the thick slime oozing from the Roger
testosterone factory.

   Then Billy stabbed his cock in hard several times and yelled:

   -Yeah!  Cumming in your baby-raping ass!

   I thought that baby-raping was Billy's favorite pastime, but his cock
was nowhere near Roger's size, so I guess it was okay, although a bit
hypocritical.

   -And...  here comes my piss.  Just like you did in me before. 
Aaaahhhhh.

   He stayed still, pissing in Roger's ass, while Chrissy giggled:

   -I can feel you pissing on my hand!

   Billy pulled out of his ass, followed by Chrissy's long arm, now covered
with grease and brown shit from his teenage ass.

   He had moved to the other end, and started shoving his arm down Roger's
throat.  He gagged and bucked wildly, but the ropes held.

   -Cover your teeth!  Suck on my arm-cock!  This is what it feels like
when you rape your cock down my throat!

   The combined sensations of fist up ass, fist down his throat and
ball-stabbing by baby Jay, clinging on to the monster cock as he bucked and
tried to get free, was too much for Roger, and his cock started vomiting
white, thick sperm into Jay's face.  It looked like he was hosing the
toddler with thick cream.  Jay coughed, then started to gulp it down,
shoveling the spurting goo into his mouth.

   -Yum!  Woger make powwidge!  he cooed and swallowed.  He couldn't keep
up with it, and soon he was covered in white slime.

   -I think he's had enough, Billy said, wiping shit off his cock with a
rag.  He then helped Chrissy clean off the worst of his shit and
spit-sticky arm.  Roger just laid there, breathing after the assault and
powerful cum, ass wide open and leaking cum.  By now, it was dark, and
Chrissy lifted Jay up and set off to my tent.

   -Hey!  Roger shouted after us.  -Aren't you gonna untie me?

   -No, Chrissy said.  -When daddy and the other men come back, they're
gonna be super horny.  Daddy will make them all fuck you.  That is the
second part of your punishing.

   -But I have to go poop!

   -Then poop, Chrissy said and licked a glob of cum from his baby
brother's eyelid as we walked away.

   -Uuuunh, we heard as Roger shat on the mattress, helplessly tied up.

   -Billy, do you want to sleep with us in Brett's tent?  I'm horny and
want lots of cums, Chrissy said, taking for granted that I would want to
sleep and have sex with a toddler, a five year old and an eleven-year old
boy.  Naturally, I didn't protest.

   -Sure!  I don't know what it is about Roger, but I always get super
horny when I'm around him, Billy answered.

   -I wanna wide on Bwett!  Jay said.  I bent down and lifted the stinky,
sticky little toddler up, and kissed him on his cummy nose.

   -You can ride on me all night, baby boy, I said.

   -Yay!  said Jay.



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THANKINGS:
First of all, thanks to Zach, who points out the good stuff in my stuff
and tells me to have more of that and less of the bad bits.  He is also the
one who applauds when I pull out all the stops and just let my men and boys

do whatever they want.

   This story came to life because several readers described their dirty
wishes and real-life experiences.  I thank you all, but here's a few
special mentions: -Billy wanted to be included in the story, be used and
use, in the most dirty way.  Hope you are satisfied!  -Dirk told me about
his workhorse of a dad, who enveloped his little son in his stink after a
long day of work.  Sounds like heaven.  -Dave told me about the dad who
included his little son in their games after a while.  And last, but not
least, Chris told me about his dad, who let all of his sons use his cock as
a bottle.  Gaaah!  That's nasty!

   If I didn't mention your input, you have permission to spank me and to
do whatever you want to me.  I have been a naughty boy and deserve to be
punished.

   Thank you from the bottom of my balls!

   Boy Ahoy