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The Story of Francois,
A Shameless Child-Abuser, Womanizer, Rapist, Murderer,
and PROUD of It!!
An Erotic Story by Yonny Love
Author's Note: The following is a modern adaptation of my
very first Porn-Stories, which I wrote between September
17th 1989 and February 27th 1990, at the time of the Great
Political Changes in the World, when I had been 14 years old.
This is their very first publication EVER.
All this Story and all included sub-Stories are entirely
FICTION. If You're going to carry out ANY abusive, violent
and the like aspect on the "real Life", You're hereby being
*highly* encouraged to hospitalize Yourself. RIGHT NOW.
All Rights Reserved © by the Author, hereby known as
Yonny Love, 1989, 1990, 2007. These Stories' FREE
distribution EVERYWHERE I do highly encourage, as long as
there is NO CHANGE WHATSOEVER, ALL these paragraphs are
present percisely and they are Absolutely FREE for ALL,
without any registration, payment, reader-identification,
age-check, banners, credit-cards, and/or any other such
thing.
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C H A P T E R O N E
THE MAKING OF A SERIAL CHILD-RAPIST AND KILLER
Hi, my name is Francois, I live on Sant-Tropez, France,
I'm 31 years old and being a healthy guy, I do
most naturally need AIR in order to exist. And AIR
means either: Abusive Incestual Relationships OR
Abusive Incestual Rapes.
And mostly, I do highly enjoy turning it into a PAIR:
Paedophiliac Abusive Incestual Relationships/Rapes.
I believe that this all goes back to my *exceptionally*
healthy and Sex-friendly growing-up environment:
I am a son of a bitch, a hooker. My Mommy is THE most
classy hooker throughout the entire French Reviere (which
does most naturally mean: throughout the entire *world*; as
there is NOTHING even worths our spit anywhere else
on the globe. French people are the *only* cultural people
on the planet, got it?!) – and, being an Incest-admiring
Paedophile *Herself*, she had taught me and my Brothers
and our sisters everything there is to know, about the
*Incredible* Universe of abusive, EGOISTICAL Sex.
It had all started off right after my 12th birthday. My Mom
had stepped into the rest-room one day when I was peeing,
crawled serpently behind me and just naturally grabbed
my dick – allowing my pee to run all over her long, gentle
female fingers.
I became breathless.
"Do not fear, dearest SweetHeart", whispered Mommy, turned
to face me, brought her pee-soaked hand to her mouth and
licked it clean. "Hmm, yummy!!" she exclaimed, went down
on her knees right infront of me and took my tiny dick
into her eager, warm, salivating mouth. "I LOVE the taste
of pee!!" She said through this suction, "please, give
Mommy *more*!!"
I had tried and even did pee a little (I have always been
a fine opportunist…) but then, my dick had suddenly
grew harder and stiffer inside my Mother's mouth, and
as a result, I could naturally have peed no more.
But that did not seem to matter to Mommy. Instead of
getting mad at me, for depriving her of her most favourite
garment, she had went on and on sucking me off, until
I'd been as hard as a rock of an extremely massive granite
– and THEN, suddenly, had stopped her suction activity,
turned around and stuck her big ass right infront of my
rock-hard Penis.
"Shove your pee-pee into my butt-hole, my Dearest Boy!!"
she'd squeaked, in a strangely muffled voice, "stick it in
as far as it would go!!"
And, of course, being the obedient son I have ALWAYS been
{wink wink}, I was more than just willing to follow
her orders to the nine.
I was anally screwing my own Mother and to be sure, I had
Loved each and every milisecond of it. The sensations were
DIVINE and while doing so, I had instinctively started
to beat her. To beat my own Mother, while I had fucked her
from the rear, as hard as I had possibly could!! It had
probably been imprinted in me, to automaticly associate
Sexual pleasure with the application of violence. And
Mommy had actually *salivated* out of her sheer joy…
So, this had been my very first Sexual experience:
peeing into Mommy's mouth, screwing her big, Gorgeous ass
and beating her hard, causing her an *especially* wild
orgasm. And – as she had later put it – "what You've done
to me, SweetHeart, was *almost* as Grand as being Raped".
* * *
After that first time, I would pee into my Mother and
screw her butt-hole regularly, and – being a nympho
throughout her entire life – she had *always* been up
for more. But – of course – a single-person fucking
has NEVER actually been my most favourite diet…
Our neighbour, Jeanette, was also a hooker. And she had
a daughter… such a gentle and soft-hearted creature,
as none of you has ever seen!! She had always been
well dressed, in pink velvet mostly, admired flowers
and butterflies and had worshipped anything romantic.
She had been 12 year old, so just a few weeks younger
than I was – but as na?ve as some bloody newborn babe!!
I really could never have figured it out, HOW the hell
did she manage, while growing up in such a Sex-overly-
saturated environment, to remain as patheticly na?ve and
trusting as she had been. But – what the heck… so
the point is, that she had been totally and completely
available for me to take!! Ooh – YEAH!!
Oh, and one more thing: The babe had a real huge crash
on me. And sooooooo incredibly na?ve (or plain down STUPID)
she had been, that she would do just about ANYTHING,
in order to pamper me and making me feel *real* good.
So – now I'm asking you, dear readers – wasn't it
MY SACRED DUTY, to take an appropriate advantage
upon this *marvellous* situation and properly deflower
the girly girl – with force, should the need in muscles use
ever arise?
Because – that is just what I have done…
And she had cried… oh Lord, did she cry!! And the more
she did, the harder I had raped her – yes, dear readers,
RAPED – because more I had felt, that – this is it,
my destiny HAS been set: to be a rapist. This is,
I was born in order to become a rapist. A girl's tears
turn me on dramatically. Just screwing a girl is SO PALE
an experince!!! SO PALE!!! Geez, it's nice to empty
your balls into ANY hole you know, but – to HURT someone
HARSHLY while doing so, is THE point of Life.
And, on the very first night afterwards, I had heard
a scratch of wheeles, caused by an emergency-brake
of a fast-driving car.
…
She jumped into the road. Stark naked, the girl who loved me
had just ran, crying, into the road, right infront of
a city-bus. She had left a letter behind her, at her
pink-adorned sweet room (where I had forced my hard Member
into her ass, while beating her all over her lithe
little body – God it was GREAT!!!!), where she explains
that she did not wish to live anymore. I had seen her
nude, mashed body. A real work of Art. Had I been
the judge, I would have rewarded the bus-driver,
for creating an Art-creation, no less Grand, than the ones
by Renoir, or Van-Gogh.
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