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 F/b, voy, ws, exhib., first, mild scat, m solo, teen, romance
NOTE: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION INTENDED TO BE READ BY ADULTS 21+.

   My name is Julie and I love to fuck young boys.  I like pissing,
shitting, butt sex, oral sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, name calling and
masturbating, too.  These are some of my adventures as a teenage boy-raper
and molesty babysitter - one who did all of those very things.  I only tell
stories about myself doing these things as a CHILD, because for an adult to
do them would be unthinkable.  Anyway:



   I went jogging one day a few weeks before I turned 18.  A school bus
stopped across the street from me.  Alex got out of the bus.  He was 11. 
He was beautiful.  Alex walked down the sidewalk and, eventually, into the
woods; I followed.

   After about 1/4 of a mile, he stopped.  I ducked behind a tree and
watched him.  He went over to a dead tree that had a broken shard of mirror
nailed to it.

   He took off his back pack and ripped his jeans down around his ankles.
He grabbed his pretty, little-boy weenie and aimed around and around
twitchily, jerkily, arbitrarily.  I watched his cute butt crack appear as
if out of nowhere, followed by the delicious-looking, shit-stain-starfish
of his sublime little asshole and adorable little nutsack.

   Then, it happened: he started to get hard.  At this point, half of me
was already mentally egging him on,

   "Ooooh, *damn*, you go, boy!  Need to fiddle, do you?  Need to fiddle
with your teeny weenie?  Need to come somewhere safe, so's you can have
yourself a fap?  Well, go on then, boy.  No one's lookin'!  Go ahead and
play with yourself!  Just fap and fap and fiddle with it!  FIDDLE!"

   But, the other part of me wondered just *exactly* what he was going to
do next, and as soon as that wonderful, golden trickle started tinkling out
of his little-boy-boner - as soon as it started raging into that luxurious,
saffron colored gush - as soon as I could smell his ammonia - it dawned on
me: the perverted little bastard was getting-off by having big, fat public
piss!  The only reason he dropped his pants all the way down was to expose
himself on purpose!  My internal dirty-talk continued,

   "Ooooh, just a little public piddle-fiddle, huh?  A piddle-diddle fapity
fiddle, is it, darling?!  A fiddle-diddle fappity fap fap?  Are you a
fapity-fapin' the motherfuckin' peenie, big boy?  Is that what you're a
doin'?  Doin' a little tinkle-dy-tinkle in public, even though you could
easily have waited 'til you got home?  Doin' a little tinkle-dy-tinkle in
public for no fuckin' reason'?  Doin' a little tinkle-dy-tinkle in public
'cause that shit turns you the fuck on?  You little fucking pervert! 
You're a whipin' the motherfuckin' peenie out in public and fapin', just
like a little fuckin' monkey, ain't cha, my pretty little perverted little
motherfucker!  Oh God!  That's it!  That's it!  Stroke that fuckin' cock
for mommy!  That cock!  That cock!  That pretty, pretty peenie!"

   He was *wonderfully* hard now - his still-growing cock shot up, straight
up.  In fact, he was so hard, it was *purple*.  The head of it...it was
literally fucking purple.  Royal, bruise colored, beautiful purple.

   It is impossible to put into words how much and how vigorously I wanted
to rub my face into the handsome little hard-on now jutting out from that
stubbly hedge of pretty, so-thin-it-was-obviously-newly-grown pubic hair.

   As I took all this in, I ripped down my sweats without thinking about it
and started rubbing my moistened pussy; My fingers stroked just barely
between my labia, and by now I was so horny that even that was enough to
cause a vague tingling sensation I could imagine radiating outward from my
pussy and enveloping my entire body until I exploded.  I put my other hand
up my shirt and teased my painfully erect nipple gently.  Being as
exhibitionistic as I am, exposing myself this way felt so.  Fucking.  Good.

   I moaned to myself as I rubbed my hot, wet love-button.  I was so horny,
I even started talking dirty to myself under my breath, saying:

   "Ooooh, yeah, that's it!  Good boy!  Good, God damned boy!  Play with
your peenie for mommy!  Ooooh!  You're a bad, little motherfucker, aren't
you?  A bad, bad, bad, naughty little horny little motherfucker!  Do it,
motherfucker!  Do it!  Are you gonna' do it?  Are you gonna' do it? 
What're you gon' do?  Are you havin' yourself a naughty pee?  Are you
takin' your no-no parts out in public?  Are you gonna' jerk it in public
for everyone to see?!  Bad boy!  Bad, bad boy!"

   I continued fiddling with my vagina as his gush slowed back down to a
trickle.  When he was finished pissing, he looked at that amazing hard-on
and...well, "rubbed it" is probably the understatement of the year:

   Staring at himself in the small shard of mirror in front of him, he
pulled the excess length of his shirt down over his boner, veiling it and
unveiling to himself repeatedly.  As he did this, I watched the taught
abdomen muscles on his hairless, twink's chest quiver gently and gracefully
as he shook nervously with the innocent sublimity of newly discovered
sexual arousal.  The boy was already developing what I can only call an
absolutely gorgeous fucking six pack on his stomach, and, as you can
imagine, the sight of this drove me absolutely wild.  And, oh my God, how
taught his manly, manly ass was: every once in a while, he would turn
awkwardly around 180 degrees and moon the mirror; then, he'd continue
hiding and revealing his private parts to himself.  At first, I was
bewildered as to what it was he thought he was actually doing, but, after a
moment's contemplation, it dawned on me:

   "He's just...just, sort of, like, *experimenting* isn't he?" I thought
to myself.

   "God," I thought, "that's *so* fucking beautiful!" The little creature -
freshly into his sexual awakening - had been inspired to just...sort
of...like...  I suppose I should say, "test" what turned him on.  That is:
he was experimenting with how his own, sexually aroused body appeared to
itself in the mirror.

   By now, I was so turned on, my pussy was dripping.

   He grabbed underneath the mirror and produced a magazine.  I could see a
picture of a naked woman with her jeans and thong pulled haphazardly down
just far enough to reveal her shaved, idealic looking vulva.

   He licked the page - licked those smooth, pink, pussy lips.  After a few
minutes, his little cock pulsed and throbbed violently, and cum sprayed out
of his gorgeous, nubile dick.  I can't know for sure, but I can only
imagine my dirty talk got even louder as I approached the evening's first
orgasm:



   "Oh God!  That's it.  That's mommy's little motherfucker.  Come on,
spunk, my little darling, spunk!  Spunk for mommy.  That's right you're
bein' God damn naughty, aren't you?  Oooooh, does it feel GOOD bein' so
fucking NAUGHTY?  Oh Jesus, you have such pretty preteen balls!  And such a
pretty little taught little hiny!  Oh God, I bet that dangly ballsack is SO
full of hot, sticky cum!  Come on now!  Make a money shot for mommy!  Shoot
it!  Shoot it!"

   For moment, I looked at the photo to which he was jacking his beautiful,
rock-hard little, kiddie prick so vigorously.  Got damn, did I ever want
that inside of me!  I gazed at the woman's tasty-looking girlie-hole, and
then back at him again, right until I saw his deliciously dirty-looking
asshole contract and I knew he was cumming again!  Twice in a row!  How
absolutely wonderful!  And while all this was happening, I was looking
between the two of them, saying to myself,

   "Come on, boy, shoot it on her God damned VV.  Is she a showin' you her
VV, big boy?  Spunk it on her VV!  Just a diddlin' with the peenie so you
can spunk right on her VV, aren't cha', boy?!  Diddle that peenie!  That
pissy, pissy peenie!  And spunk right on her VV!!  Oh, Jesus, you are so
fucking handsome!  And you're in public just 'a diddlin' with the peenie so
you can - oooooooh!  - spunk it on her...on her oh my God! 
OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGodohmyGod!"

   My orgasm was delightful.

   Now, he put the magazine backbehind the mirror and pulled up his jeans
As he did so,I quickly pulled up my own sweats and started heading back.

   Now, needless to say, my pulse was just *racing* and my pussy was
absolutely soggy.  I paused for a moment and looked back.  He was closer
than I had expected.  I took a deep breath and started walking back toward
him.

   "Well, Julie..." I said to myself, "...here goes!"

   "Hello," I called to him, waving.

   "Hey."

   "What are you doing out here?"

   "I...ummm...I'm just hiking and stuff..."

   He said this in the young, cracking voice that is the hallmark of newly
initiated, male pubescence.  So.  Fucking.  Hot.

   "Me too.  Wanna join me?" I asked.

   "Ok" he responded.

   "My name's Julie" I offered him my hand, smirking a little inside as I
did so.  Oh, if he only *knew* what that hand had just been up to!

   "I'm Alex." he said, shaking my hand.  As our hands touched, I shivered
a little; after what I had just seen him do with that lean, rough,
callused, hand - and let me just to say: oh yes, it was fucking true.  Even
*now* the young man possessed a remarkably puissant, manly grip that made
it incredibly easy for me to briefly envision his arms flexing into huge,
muscular knots while he used them to hold me down against somebody's dining
room table somewhere - used them to hold me down and fuck me forcefully
enough to induce a God damned bladder infection!  But I digress...

   We began walking back the way we came from and I made conversation with
him, I found out he was 11 and I told him I was 17.  We walked on for a few
more minutes.

   "I'm real thirsty.  Do you have any water?" I asked.

   "Nope," he said, looking hyperbolically disappointed in himself, "but I
do have some sports drinks.  You want one?  They're in my backpack."

   He put his back pack down on the ground and began searching awkwardly
for the bottles.

   "Here, let me get it." I said grabbing the back pack away from him. 
With that, a torrent of dirty magazines came crashing onto the forrest
floor.

   "Oh gosh!" I reached down and snatched one of them up, examining it
knowingly.

   He blushed.  He tried to take it away from me.  I pulled away, not
letting him.

   "No, I want to look at them." I said.

   We sat down and I pulled the rest of them out of his bag.  He sat down
on a tree stump a little ways across from me.  I followed suit, perching
myself precariously on a small boulder next to it.

   "So...you come out here to look at *these*?" Of course, I already new
the answer.

   "Yeah.  I come out here all the time.  This is the only place where I
can be alone." he said.

   "Would you mind if I looked at some of them with you?"

   His handsome little face (he was going to be a male model one day, I was
certain) absolutely lit up.  Looking deep into his bright, innocent eyes I
was truly over-joyed.  And, it was at that moment that I decided it: I had
to have him.  At any cost.

   We looked at the pictures for a good while.  I asked him several times
which of the pictures were his favorite, not caring that none of his
favorite girls didn't look a damn thing like me:

   After all, was sitting with his legs sealed together to hide the raging
boner I can only assume developed because of my presence there with him.

   "What is your favorite part on her?" I asked.

   "Her butthole!" he said, "Buttholes are the nicest thing on girls!"

   I laughed, "Well, guess what?" I said.

   "What?"

   "I have favorite parts of boy's I like to look at, too!  Can you guess
what my favorite part of a boy's body is?"

   "Penises?"

   "That's right!  And guess what?!  I'll make you a deal, ok?"

   "Ummm..."

   "I'll show you my butthole if you show me your peenie.  Deal?"

   He grinned widely, and I knew I had just won.

   I was getting *wet* now.  Without saying anything, I dropped my sweats
and panties.  I turned around and bent over in his face through my legs. 
Then, I reached back and spread my butt cheeks with both hands.

   "Walk around with your pants down!  Walk around with butt cheeks spread!
Walk around with your butt cheeks showing!"

   I did as my little master commanded me, waddling awkwardly and sexually
in my little "moon-walk" as my pussy saw fit to drench my panties
completely.  She has a mind of her own sometimes!

   Alex began shouting,

   "Now poot!  Poot!  Poot!  Poot for me!"

   Now, at first this made me afraid, because I thought I was...ahem..."out
of gas", so to speak, I didn't want to ruin the moment...but, wouldn't you
know it, as *soon* I pushed with my sphincter, I let one rip!  It was just
a BURST of methane from deep, deep inside my gut.  I felt a hot gust pass
my fingers as I waddled around doing my dance for my sexy, young master. 
It smelled awful - like rotten eggs or the husks of old fireworks or the
taste of bile in your nose.  It turned me on so much!

   "Poot again!  Poot again!"

   I tried harder this time, but was out of luck.

   "Sorry, baby.  You'll have to give it a second."

   "But will you please keep doing the drop-your-pants-butt-cheek-dance for
me?"

   "Oh, my little darling!  Of course I will!"

   My heart melted.  I.  Love.  This.  Boy.  And I loved being there,
exposing myself in public like this, ruining this beautiful, little
creature's innocence like this - it was just fucking magical.  So many
question flooded my fevered brain:

   Was I going to get to kiss him?  Or...to have him inside to me?  To
steal away his virginity - to *fuck* him?  And, in how many different ways?
Was I going to get to masturbate with him?  Or even...even go *potty* on
him?  Or with him?  Or have him go on me?  These question were just too
much for me:

   My twat was swelling up as I felt his eyes focus on my pussy (thank God
I decided to shave that morning!) and asshole.  I wanted to have myself a
diddle right then and there, right in front of him, but I didn't want to
move too fast.  After all, were he to get sacred and run off, I would be
*heart-broken*.  He spoke softly:

   "How long are you going to let me..."

   I whispered gently back:

   "It's ok, baby.  Look at me as long as you need.  I'll wait until you're
finished.  I'll wait for you forever if you need me to."

   He gulped.  After what seemed like way too short a time, he leaned over,
whispering gently in my ear,

   "Ok, miss Julie, you can pull em' up now."

   I swooned inside a little.

   I pulled my sweats back up, sat down, and looked at him:

   He was so beautiful and so sweet!  He was going to make some lucky woman
a wonderful husband some day.  But not me.  I'm a worthless, unlovable
whore, just like my mother always said.  I'm a perverted monster, just like
they'd say if they ever caught me doing this.  I'm a slut, just like every
grown, male-pig in the whole horrible, patriarchal, bullshit, God-damned
world would say if they even got a fucking HINT I was a female with sexual
fetishes who, God forbid, was actually being ascertive about fulfilling
them.  Jesus, I fucking HATE men.  Their bodies can be so, so, SO very
beautiful!  Hell, almost all of them certainly seem to start their lives
off that way.  But then...then they inevitably grow into mean, frightening,
misogynistic monsters, man-childern with all of the good points of the boys
they once were gone, and all the bad points made ever so much worse, life
experience apparently having taught them nothing about how to behave like
REAL fucking MEN.  Having to deal with 99% of them makes me inwardly
scared, sickened and paranoid on so many levels, I wouldn't the space to
describe it anywhere, let alone here.  And, so, it seems, I am resigned to
this:

   His face was flush as he smiled at me.  I choked up a little as I
thought to myself, "Oh, my pretty, little Alex!  They'll never let me be
with you, will they?"

   I took a deep breath and regained my composure.

   "Did you like that?" I asked.

   He opened his mouth, but the words didn't come.  He looked deep into my
eyes and gave me a a gentle, innocent smile as he nodded.

   "Your turn now." I said.

   He stood slowly, giggling nervously as he undid his jeans.  He quickly
pulled them down his shorts, followed by his underwear shortly after.

   His cute little penis popped out from between lean, fatless thighes like
a door stop.  It looked *so* young with it's a little bit of hair growing
in!

   "You have the cutest little penis I've ever seen!"

   I had no idea what was going to happen now, so I did what came
naturally: fondled and fiddled vigorously at his junk!  No real hand job,
mind you- just wonderfully spastic kneading, rubbing, tickling and
massaging.

   "Ooooh wee, Alex!  You have one nice little dickie, there, boy!" I
didn't so much this sentence as I moaned it with joy.  When I was finished
playing, he said.

   "Do you want to play another game, now?"

   "What kind of game?"

   "Well...will you let me *smell* your butthole?"

   I was so excited I wanted to squeal.

   "Ok, but, first, I want you to do something for me."

   "Ok, what do you want to do?" he asked.

   "Well, I've already played with your privates, so...how about this?  How
about, from now on, when you're cumming, instead of just 'miss Julia', you
sometimes also call me, 'mommy'?  Would that be fun?  Would you let me
pretend to be your mommy while we play?  I mean, not all the time. 
Just...you know...when you feel like it?  And when I feel like it, I can
also call myself your mommy?  Would you like that?"

   His response to this was beyond my wildest dreams,

   "Yeah!  My mom is the first girl I saw naked when I was younger.  I
sorta' got a stiffy, even...but..."

   "But..."

   "...but I felt real, real bad about it.  But this way..."

   "...this way, you won't have too!  And, hey...you know what else might
be fun?"

   "Huh?"

   "Do ever get mad at your mom?  Like, so mad you could call her dirty
words?"

   "I'd get in trouble."

   "I know.  But do you ever secretly just FEEL like saying mean curse
words to her?"

   "What kind of curse words?"

   "Like...well...mean names for girls?  You know any?"

   "You mean like, 'bitch?"

   "Yes, yes!  That's it!  Good boy!  Like, 'bitch'.  Do you know any
others?"

   "Nope."

   I put my hand on his shoulder and, looking into those depthless,
wide-with-curiosity, enchantingly innocent, hauntingly light-blue eyes,
whispered gently,

   "Now I want you to look me in the face and say some things.  And I want
you to say them like you *mean* them?"

   He nodded bewilderedly.
"Say: 'miss Julia is whore!' Can you say, 'whore'?"

   "What does that mean?"

   "That means somebody who has sex for money..."

   "...but you don't..."

   "Shhh!  Just say it.  We had a deal, remember?"

   He thought about this for a second.  Then, looking me in the face like
he was instructed, blurted out,

   "Miss Julia, you're a fucking whore!"

   The sting of that insult combined with the puerile timbre of his
pubescent voice sent my temperature back on the rise before he'd even
finished the sentence.

   "GOOD!  Good," I bit my bottom lip and sucked hard with pure, tense,
sexual euphoria,

   "Sssssssss....ok, now call me a 'hoe'?  Can you can say that?  Can you
say, 'mommy, you're a God damned hoe!"

   "What does that mean?"

   "THE SAME FUCKING THING!  Now just...just say it!"

   "Mommy, you're a God damned, motherfucking hoe!"

   "Ooooh...nice!  Now say, 'cunt'.  Say real loud like you mean it now!."

   "CUNT!  You're a cunt!"

   I was starting to breathe more heavily now,

   "Now - SLUT!  Call your mommy a silly slut!  Say 'slut, I wanna' put my
penis in your VV!"

   "Slut, I wanna' fuck the hell out of your slimy, wet pussy!"

   When he said that, something inside me snapped, and I couldn't control
my lust any longer:

   "Now say: bitch, you're gonna go Ca-ca-do-do and Pee-pee-wee-wee and I'm
gonna' watch you and wipe up when you're done!"

   "I..."

   I wasn't even in the mood to let him finish,

   "And then say: we 'bout to fuck, girl!  Bitch, I'm gonna' fuck you like
an animal!  A buncha' times!  Whore, we 'bout to fuck...FUCK!  Do you know
what 'fuck' means?"

   "Of course!" He sounded indignant.

   "Ooooh..." I paused to regain some composure, "...then repeat after me
some more, ok?"

   He nodded.

   Then I began what I will call 'Our Love Song' - a ridiculous,
"DO-MI-FA-SOL-RE" melody that *sort of* repeated itself with little regard
to the rhythm after each time it got to "RE".  And what *was* the rhythm,
you ask?

   Well, if I remember correctly, I think I was imagining each verse as
being syncopated to the famous "Amen Break" from the The Winstons' "Amen,
Brother" - the one they use in drum n' bass music so much.  The words went
like this:

   [ALEX AND JULIE'S LOVE SONG]:


Me: "We're gonna fuck, fuck, fickity-fuck!"


Him: "We're gonna fuck, fuck, fickity-fuck!"


Me: "I'm gonna' fill miss Julie up!"


Him: "I'm gonna' fill miss Julie up!"


Me: "I'ma' watch her Ca-ca-do-do!"


Him: "I'ma' watch her Ca-ca do-do!"


Me: "Ima' sniff her farty butt!"


Him: "Ima' sniff her farty butt!"


Me: "Ima' put my cock inside her!"


Him: "Ima' put my cock inside her!"


Me: "Pee-pee on her clit, clit, clitty-clut!"


Him: Pee-pee on her clit, clit, clitty-clut!"


Me: "'Cause I'm a pussy suckin' faggot!"


Him: 'Cause I'm a pussy suckin' faggot!"


Me: "Who needs to fuck, fuck, fuck!"


Him: "Who needs to fuck, fuck, fuck!"



   [end of song]



   At that point, I lost composure entirely.  I jumped on him, saying,

   "I wanna' show you my boobies!  I wanna' show you my boobies!" I yanked
off my shirt, unhooked my bra and rubbed my titties in his face violently.

   "Suckle.  Suckle!  Oh God, please!  Suck on mommy's titties.  Be a good
little butt sniffer and suck on mommy's titties.  Do you like the way my
ass smells, baby?  Suck on mommy's titties.  Mommy NEEDS you to suck on her
titties.  Mommy will let you smell her butt all night long if you just suck
on her titties right now..."

   He mumbled through my rubbing, "Gosh, miss Julie, you're weird!"

   He seemed much more confident now.  I got up and turned around.  I
mooned him - stuck my bare ass in his face - saying,

   "Sniff it." I could feel him exhaling against my asshole as I trembled
with sexual joy.  After a little while, I said,

   "Ok, baby, does your peenie have a stiffy now?  Mommy loves little-boy
stiffies!  Will you let mommy fiddle with you privates again now?"

   "Sure!" He yelped.

   He stood up as I sat down.  I gawked at his gorgeous, young genitals.

   "That's so cute!" I said.

   He giggled and his nutsack quivered gently in the orange glow from the
now setting sun.

   "Ooooh, that's it, big boy!  Shake that cock!  Make that hard-on shake
for me!"

   He contorted gracefully as his lovely, rock-hard, purple love-muscle
danced quiveringly for me.

   He suddenly stopped.

   "What's wrong?" I asked.

   He folded his arms.  "Your turn" he said.

   "What shall I do?"

   "Fart on my balls and then suck my penis!"

   I did just as he said.  It was great!  I even got him to call me *the*
most wonderfully degrading names while I farted on him!  "Bitch", "Slut"
"Whore", "Cunt" - they all sounded SO damn sexy in his innocent, cracking
voice.  He even spanked while we did this!  Not nearly hard enough for my
tastes, but...oh well!

   Then it came time for the blow job.  Now, I LOVE sucking me some cock,
so I can only imagine I how greedy and animalitic I must've have looked as
I scrambled to my knees in front of him:

   The very *micro-second* that baby-boy-boner got near to my face, I
wanted to taste it.  But, then, I noticed how blue-ball he was.  I looked
into his eyes and said lovingly,

   "Awww, my poor baby.  Does that hurt?  Are you too tense?  Do you want
mommy to kiss it and make it all better?" Without letting him answer, I
lunged at him and started blowing him.  And I did all the things my daddy
taught me to do when I used to suck HIS cock:

   I went *really* slow and slobbered A LOT; I made an effort to cover my
teeth with my lips.  I sucked as hard as I possibly could.  I massaged the
base of his young shaft with one hand while I fingered his asshole with the
other, and he LOVED it.

   He even managed to get a trickle of pee out while I sucked!

   And I fucking RELISHED it when he came in my mouth.  After he was done
cumming, I was, of course, ready to have him pee in my face.

   Most of it actually ended up on the forrest floor surrounding me, which
was fucking PERFECT, 'cause I could role around in the muddy mess, jilling
off right there out in the open, out in public, right there in front of
him! And the best part?  He got so worked up he jerked off on my face!  I
LOVE the feeling of warm cum on my face!

   By this time, though, it was beginning to get dark, and I certainly
didn't want the neigborhood watch coming out ,looking for him, and catching
us like this.

   "Alex, baby?"

   "Yes, miss Julie?"

   "I've gotta' go soon, but can you do me one more favor?"

   "What?"

   "Can you make your peenie hard for me one last time?"

   "Miss Julie, I think you're a little slut-whore who needs to moon me
again so's I can see you butthole if you want *that*..."

   I swooned again.  I was falling in love!

   I lied on my back, bringing my knees up to my shoulders.  He started
licking my asshole.  Then, he got on his knees and put the head of his cock
on my anus.  But then he just...just stared at him.

   I looked at him through a sheet of silence that was heartbreaking; after
everything I'd just done, I *needed* to fuck, and bad.  And I was probably
never going to see him again!  When I finally spoke, my voice was strained
and vulnerable sounding,

   "Alex, please.  PLEASE!  I need a penis in my ass now.  I just...but I
can't...  but I didn't...unguh unguh fuqh..."

   I was so overwhelmed my voice just trailed off into gibberish.  Taking a
deep breath, I tried to speak, again but could only muster,

   "Penis in the ass!  Penis in the ass!  Penis in the ass!  Penis, Penis
Penis in the ass!  Don't you understand?  I just..."

   He put his hand on my cheek tenderly for a moment, then guided me back
around to the doggystyle position I had been moments before.  He put his
little penis back up against my shitter and pushed.  There was a dry,
crackling sensation around my anus as he penetrated me, but by the time he
was all the way inside of me, I was fucking LOVING it.  And, let tell you,
that boy fucked my asshole fucking *vigorously* as I rubbed at my clit.

   "Talk dirty to me!" I screamed.



   "What do I say?" he panted as he he humped spastically, frantically at
my bottom.
"Say: I'm losing my virginity to miss Julie's unwiped ass!"

   He repeated these words with glee.

   "Say it again!  Say 'unwiped ass' again!  How do you like that?  I
didn't even wipe my bottom when I shat all over the kitchen floor this
morning!  You hear that?  I said, 'I SHAT ALL OVER THE KITCHEN FLOOR THIS
MORNING.  AND I DID IT ON PURPOSE!!!  I DID SO I COULD FUCKING MASTURBATE
AFTERWARD!  AND THEN JILLED OFF, BUT DIDN'T WIPE!  AND I DID THAT ON
PURPOSE, TOO!  HOW YOU LIKE THAT?"

   He only moaned in response.  Then, he yanked on my hair with all the
might his young muscles could produce At this point, I could barely fucking
catch my breath, let alone talk, but I did manage to blurt out:

   "Come on, baby.  Do it.  Cum in mommy's butt.  Cum in mommy's dirty,
dirty butt.You can do that, right?"

   "Shut up you little slut!"

   "Oh, damn, boy!  That's it!  That's it!  Degrade me like the perverted
monster that I am!  Come on!  Come on!  Cum up in my unclean ass, big boy!"

   I contracted my sphincter as tight as I could while he stroked back and
forth inside me.  As soon as I did this, I started screaming.I felt
pleasure shoot through my whole body.  I rubbed my my clitty ever more
furiously until it exploded in the most glorious fucking orgasm I'd ever
had in my young life.  I felt his cock lock up and start pulsating.  And
then I felt his warm spunk shooting through my tight rectum...

   And then...it was over.  I severely wanted to cuddle, but knew he should
be getting home now.

   We parted in silence.

   As I watched disappear in the distance I started sobbing.  I'd never see
my Alex -my beautiful, baby boy I'd never see him again!

   THE END.

   POST SCRIPT:

   I found out later that Alex shot himself in the head shorty before he
turned 18.  I have no way of validating the intuition, but I will say now,
with almost categorical certainty, that I am absolutely sure he did it
because he was unable to deal with the crushing emotional baggage left him
by the unspeakable things I did to him that night.  Which only makes my
deep love and esteem for the sorrowful, young man that much greater!  I am,
it is quiet obvious, a horrible, perverted monster of a human being, and I
unquestionably deserve to die.  Alas, if I only had half the backbone he
had had in making that a truth a reality...