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 Variety by HealthyFantasies
story_codes: M/g, non-consensual, M/W

   story_intro: The protagonist shares memories on visiting of Brazil and
Kampuchea.  He has aimed together with the girlfriend who has gone mad
because of sex, to go round all world and to test pleasures, entering in
sexual contacts, to young female representatives of all basic ethnic groups
occupying our planet.



   ================== This story is a work of fiction. ==================



   Variety - I : The Brazilian Catch

   Written by HealthyFantasies





   Some people have as their life goal climbing mountains, or maybe fishing
all the lakes in North America or playing all the golf courses on the
Masters Tour.  Me?  My goal is to sample the pussy of every major ethnic
group, and specifically the young pussy.  I love young girls, and I also
love the endless varieties ...  Asian, African, American Indian,
Middle-Eastern, etc.  In short, I'd like to fuck a girl of every ethnic
group before I die.

   .............





   As we skirted a small winding stream beside a dusty dirt road in a
remote part of the Brazilian jungle, I caught a small splash of color among
the dense greenery.  I pulled the jeep over behind some thick vegetation
and parked.



   "Saw something down there by the bank", I explained to Carol, and we
stepped out of the car to take a closer look.



   Making our way quietly down through the undergrowth, we caught sight of
a young girl washing clothes in the stream.  She looked to be perhaps nine
years old, and her somewhat ragged, oversized dress made it obvious she was
one of the local children handling household chores.  She was slender,
almost to the point of being skinny, and her shoulder-length black hair
accented her bronze skin.  Because of the small stature of the people in
this area of the country, she looked much younger than she was, but Carol
agreed she was probably somewhere between 8 and 10 years old.



   "Looks like your chance to get yourself a Brazilian girl", she smiled
wickedly.



   "I don't know", I countered.  "Did you see any houses or anything around
here as we drove in?"



   "Nope.  She must be from one of the little villages around here.  This
is pretty wild country, you know, and there are just small settlements
scattered around."



   "Hmmm ...  well, do you think you can get her to come with us?"



   "Think?  Ha!", she smirked.  "Do you doubt me?"



   Carol's confidence came partly from the fact she enjoyed the conquest as
much as I did.  So much so that she often instigated them, and she
definitely helped me make them happen.  In fact, our little exploits made
her unbelievably horny, and she usually melted into a quivering mass of
frantic clit-frigging, grunting orgasmic bliss when I scored.  Nothing
seemed to make her more sexually aroused than watching me pork a little
girl.  She found it unbelievably erotic to see a grown man humping a small
child, and she would do almost anything to help me set up such an
encounter. Needless to say, I am always a willing accomplice!  There's
nothing I enjoy more than a piece of pre-pubescent ass.  And my goal of
eventually fucking a child of every major ethniic group in the world simply
delighted her.



   We were in Brazil on a vacation trip to Rio, but when out of the country
I was always on the lookout for a chance to fulfill my dream of fresh
international pussy.  And this rental jeep trip into the jungle was as much
a 'hunting trip' as it was a tour of the countryside.  The remoteness of
this jungle area promised to make it possible to satisfy my hunger and get
out unnoticed.



   Carol put her finger to her lips to indicate I should stay quiet, and
she strode through the trees into the opening near where the little girl
was working.  It startled the child at first, but when she saw it was a
woman, she relaxed.  Carol had worn her hair up under a hat, and she wore
large sunglasses, so she was largely unidentifiable, but it was obvious
from her shape she was a woman.



   She doesn't speak Spanish, but I watched as she gestured and chattered
with the girl, before indicating to her to follow her back to where I
waited.  the girl looked a little puzzled, but she finally followed, and in
minutes, a grinning Carol presented me with my newest piece of girl-meat.
Delicious.



   Before the girl could say a word, Carol quickly whipped out a gag and
stuffed it into the now-frightened child's mouth, securing it with a
bandana.  I grabbed her arms and held her while Carol fastened her wrists
behind her back with a zip-tie.  I could see the fear in the little girl's
dark eyes, and I could almost hear her heart beating, and it fueled my
excitement.  The backs of my hands pressed against her almost-flat chest as
Carol secured her wrists, and I could feel small mounds of childish
tit-flesh gently pressing back at me.  Nice.



   The girl squirmed and twisted, and I had to pull out the hunting knife I
carried and show it to her to make her stop fighting us.  At the same time,
I put my finger to my lips and made a "Shhhh" sound to quieten her.  She
was smart enough to know when to stop fighting.  but it was still obvious
she was frightened and confused.  Her expression, though, was still clearly
one of animal fear.



   "She's a little dirty, but otherwise a nice specimen", Carol breathed
heavily.  "Looks like the beginnings of tits and a cute little girly ass
for you."



   I examined our catch up close, and found her to be smaller even than I
thought - maybe 55 or 60 pounds, and four feet tall at best.  She was
pretty in a Brazilian Indian sort of way, with dark brown eyes, brown skin,
slightly broad nose and black hair.  Even though she was thin, she was
well-muscled for a child, and I liked her firm little legs and ass.



   We were completely out of sight in the undergrowth, so I quickly took
the opportunity to run my hands over the girl's chest, feeling the
developing breasts through the fabric of her thin cotton dress.  There were
definite little lumps of nipple on the soft swells of her chest, and I was
anxious to check them out.  Conveniently, there were buttons on the front
of the garment, and I quickly undid them.  This caused the girl to struggle
again, but another display of the knife settled her down, and I peeled the
dress down off her shoulders.



   Her little chest was beautiful ...  silky-smooth brown skin that swelled
into small soft mounds of little-girl breasts, capped by dark brown
nipples. These were the kind of developing nipples that only young girls
seem to have, with the entire aereola swollen into pingpong ball-sized
lumps of delectable titty-flesh ...  the kind that make it impossible not
to suck into your mouth and caress with your tongue.  Which I promptly did.



   Her nipples were soft and resilient at the same time, like living
brown-sugar marshmallows, and after the brief taste of perspiration passed,
they were exquisite.  I sucked on the first one, then moved to the other
side to enjoy it.  This child's tits were beginning to get my dick's
attention.



   "Suck those sweet titties", Carol whispered hotly.  "Make her little
tits squirt milk.  Suck her baby tits."



   We lay the girl back onto a pile of banana leaves and other foliage, and
out of the corner of my eye I saw Carol unzipping her pants and jamming a
hand down into the crotch of her panties.  I smiled to myself, knowing her
pussy was getting hot and steamy.



   "Suck those beautiful little tits", she repeated, almost trancelike, as
she fingered herself wetly.  She was gone, already.



   As much as I loved the feel of those fat girl-nipples in my mouth, I
knew we didn't have long and I wanted to sample even more of this
youngster's body.  So I lifted her hips and pulled the oversized dress down
over them and off.  She continued to squirm and make little stifled squeals
of protest, but Carol glared at her and held her down firmly.  I almost
laughed when I saw the tattered Mickey Mouse panties clingin to the girl's
crotch ...  Disney reaches the deepest corners of the world.



   But I didn't laugh when I pulled them off.  This kid had a gorgeous
little puffy pussy, with the slightest wisps of fine dark hair just
beginning to show on her pubic mound.  That's what I love ...  the endless
variety.  I pulled her legs apart roughly, and watched as the chubby brown
outer lips parted slowly and revealed a wonderful little miniature twat,
complete with small inner lips of delicate pinkish-brown butterfly-wing
flesh.  Not the fully-developed cunt of a grown woman with overgrown fleshy
labia, but an innocent but beautiful pristine cunny.  I think I groaned
slightly as I drank in her beautiful little private parts that no man had
probably seen before me.  And I couldn't resist leaning forward to taste
her puss.  It was as if it just sucked me in.



   As my tongue raked wetly across her pussy, the girl stiffened and
uttered another muffled cry.  I could taste a trace of sweat and urine on
her pussyflesh, but it was the most exquisitely soft and tender skin you'd
ever want to have in your mouth.  And knowing I was probably the first man
to ever tongue her twat made it extra exciting.  I shoved my tongue into
the deepest part of her little crack, and I could feel the tiny opening to
her girlish vagina, making my heart pound ...  this was the treasure, and I
stiffened my tongue and tried to probe as deeply as I could.  The opening
was as small as my finger, and I could taste the acidity of pussy
secretions and little girl saltiness seeping from it.  It was delightful,
and it made my head swim for a minute.



   Carol was up at the girls's head, with both her knees on the child's
shoulders to hold her down.  She had slipped one leg out of her jeans and
panties, though, and was vigorously fingering her dripping pussy as she
watched me tongue the girl.



   "Fuck her, Dan, before someone comes", she urged me, in a loud whisper.
"Fuck the little shit and let's get out of here."



   "You just want to get off, don't you", I teased her with a grin.



   She closed her eyes and took a deep breath when I said that, and I could
see she was rubbing her cunt hard.



   "Yesss", she breathed.  "I'm dying to see your fat dick in this little
brown beauty.  Fuck her ass off.  I want to see you fuck her little cunt
with your big hard cock."



   Still smiling, I rolled up on my knees and unzipped my jeans, pulling
them down enough to get my now-swollen dick and balls free.  The child's
eyes grew twice as big when she saw me haul out my schlong, and she again
tried to wriggle loose, whimpering through the gag and beginning to cry. 
But Carol pushed down hard with her knees, and with me holding her legs,
she knew she was unable to get free.



   I pulled the child's legs up almost to her shoulders, opening her crotch
wide and fully exposing her twat and asshole to me.  I pulled the bottle of
lubricant out of my pocket and pushed the tip into the girl's vagina,
squeezing it and squirting her full of the slippery oil.  Then I dribbled
some of the cool slick fluid on my throbbing member, which was bobbing and
weaving around with every heartbeat in anticipation of the delights to
follow.



   The a sudden noise made us all three freeze, and the girl suddenly tried
to make enough noise through her gag to be heard.  But Carol grabbed her
windpipe and squeezed it briefly as a sign she should shut up and she
quickly quietened down.  Satisfied it was not a threat, I leaned in and ran
my cockhead through the furrow of the child's cunt, plowing it slowly
between the silkiness of her girlish pussy folds.  It felt unbelievably
good to my tingling meat, and I felt it surge in expectation.  I also heard
some muffled moans from Carol as she watched, her eyes riveted to the
junction of my fuckmeat and the child's sex organ.  I could hear soft
squishing sounds as her fingers sluiced through the folds of her syrupy
pussy and tickled her buzzing clit, and I knew she was in heat.



   "God, that looks sooo hot, Dan.  Your cock looks huge compared to her
little twat.  It looks sooo good."



   Wanting to draw it out, but knowing it wasn't wise to take too long, I
used my thumbs to part the child's labia and placed the head of my cock at
the entrance to her tiny vaginal opening.



   "Fuck her", Carol hissed hotly.  "I want to see your fat hard dick in
her baby pussy.  Fuck her baby pussy for me.  Show her what it's like to
have a man's cock in her belly."



   I leaned in again and pushed my aching meat into the child's fuckhole.
Thanks to the lube and the sheer hardness of my cock, it popped inside with
only minimal pressure.  The girl's body froze and her eyes dilated, and I
felt her legs go limp in my hands.



   "Do her, Dan.  Shove your big cock all the way up to her throat.  Squirt
her baby belly full of sperm.  Oh, shit.  Fuck her ass off ...  fuck her
... fuck her baby cunt."



   Carol's voice was ragged now, and she was babbling in a hot whisper as
she closed her eyes and began to jerk as waves of orgasm started to
overcome her.  She had opened her blouse at some point in the process, and
I leaned forward over the girl's body and sucked one of her nipples into my
mouth, setting off another round of climaxes in her quivering body.



   I then grabbed the girl's ass in my hands and rammed into her hard,
ripping through her hymen and causing her to pass out in my hands.  I
realized I had broken her cherry and it made me extra horny knowing I was
her first fuck.  I pumped into her hard and fast, sinking in as far as I
could go before hitting against her juvenile cervix.  Her pussy was hot and
tight, and I knew I wouldn't last but a minute, but it was one helluva
sweet minute.



   Then I plunged in all the way, threw my head back and grunted hard as I
felt my orgasm hit me like a sledgehammer.  My fucktube erupted inside the
child's small body, and I spasmed three, four, five times as cum spurted
out of my dick and filled the child's womb with my hot sticky seed.  I felt
it bubble out of her hole and run down her thighs and onto my leg, but
still it oozed out of my cum-bloated dick.  Nothing makes me cum so hard as
a little girl, and especially an unexpected fuck of a complete stranger of
a child.



   The overwhelming euphoria of orgasm didn't drain away from me for
several minutes, but as it finally did, I slowly regained my senses and
gradually withdrew my sloppy wet dick from her small battered hole.  It was
flecked with semen and blood, and I thought once again about the joy of
deflowering this little brown child.  I didn't know who she was and never
would, but I would always be the first man to fuck her and make her a
woman.



   "We'd better vamoose", Carol was now saying as I stared at the little
cunt drooling blood and sperm in front of me.  "Someone could come looking
for her, and we need to make tracks."



   I reluctantly stood and put my tired penis away and zipped up.  The
little girl was still unconscious, but I could see she was breathing and
knew she had just fainted.  We removed the gag and cut the zip tie from her
wrists.  I quickly reached into my pocket and fished out a 50 Real bill and
placed it in the girl's small hand.  It was only about US$25, but in the
Brazilian jungle it was probably more money than they saw in months.



   Then Carol and I trotted back to the jeep and hurried out of the area
before we could be discovered.



   Lying in bed that night in the hotel miles away, Carol was still steamy
over the encounter.



   "God, it was hot to see your big hard cock disappearing into that little
girl's twat.  It looked like a fuckin' log going in her little body.  Hell,
you looked like a man fucking a doll, and her little legs were just
flopping as you porked her.  Damn, that was hot."



   Once again, Carol was stroking her dribbling twat as she relived the
adventure, and I could tell by the smouldering look in her eyes she was
very horny again.



   "You know", she mused hotly, "I think she was probably old enough to
have had puberty.  She had a little hair on her puss.  What if you got her
pregnant today?"



   "Aw, come on", I grunted, even though the thought did make my dick
twitch and roll over heavily to one side of my thigh.



   "No, really.  You shot a real good load in her, and if she was fertile,
she could have a swollen belly in a few months.  That little kid could be
carrying your baby right now."



   "Fuck.  That's hot.  You really think she could be knocked up right
now?" The vision of that little skinny kid with a fat belly and a kid
growing in her made me hornier.



   "Oh, yeah.  I wouldn't be surprised at all if there's a little 9 year
old walking around with a big belly in that village in a couple of months.
And those cute little titties will be swollen, too, filling with milk and
getting round and pretty.  I'll bet there's a baby growing in her right
now."



   "Shit", I grunted huskily, pulling Carol's naked body over on me. 
"Straddle my dick and let me play like I'm fucking her some more.  Let me
make sure her little fuckhole is so full of cum she'll get pregnant and
have my baby.  I want her baby body to be so swollen with my kid she'll
have stretch marks up to her neck."



   "Fuck me, meester", Carol cried in a small child-voice as she humped me.
"Feel my baby hole weeth your hot cum and make a baby in my belly.  Please
fuck me good weeth your beeg dick and make me pregnant ..."



   I pictured the small brown child in detail in my mind's eye as I dumped
my balls into Carol's hot snatch and felt her shudder to orgasm on top of
me.



   And as we drifted off to sleep, I was already thinking about my next
conquest.  An cute little Asian girl would be nice next time ...











   Variety II: The Cambodian Child









   It was several months after we returned from Brazil that Carol and I
made a trip to Cambodia for our next catch.  I picked Cambodia because I
was in the mood for something with an Asian flair, and I figured the back
streets of Kampong might be good pickings for some young flesh.  We had
traveled to Saigon (or Ho Chi Minh City, as they like to refer to it today)
a few years ago, and it was a little too prosperous to serve up the kind of
desperation I was seeking.  Kampong, on the other hand, suffers more from a
type of lingering poverty, and something about the hungry look in the eyes
of the people fueled the expectation that we could score there.



   After settling into a rather primitive hotel by American standards,
Carol and I hit the streets to begin sizing up our prospects.  By targeting
the older Quang Sho district early in the evening, we struck gold right
away.  Just before dark, the prostitutes started showing up in numbers, and
many of them looked to be in their teens.  The same went for the bar girls
hanging out around the night clubs or stripping to 70's music blaring from
worn-out speakers in the dirty clubs.  As a matter fo fact, it looked
pretty obvious to me a few of them weren't even in the teens yet, an
indication of the financial desperation of the people of this beaten-down
country.  I knew that with a shoddy economy and a lack of employment, young
girls were often sent out to make a few riel (the local currency) the only
way they could - with their bodies.  But of course that played right into
my hands ...  with only a few U.S.  bucks, I was king of the high-rollers
in their eyes, and it gave me a lot of bargaining power.  But I wasn't
looking for prostitutes.



   We strolled down through a huge open market area, which was bustling
with people even as night fell.  It was smelly and noisy, alive with
chatter and some kind of tinny Cambodian music, and lit with bare light
bulbs strung in the scraggly trees and from makeshift lamp posts.  We
casually surveyed the players there as we pretended to look at the strange
fruits and vegetables, baskets, souvenirs and other paraphernalia they were
hawking.  The people were generally hard-looking, to be frank, no doubt a
result of the tough life they lived.  But the older they got, the quicker
they looked worse, and it was obvious only a really young girl would be
attractive enough to get my motor revving.  But then, I like the young meat
anyway.



   At one point as we walked along, Carol nudged me and nodded toward a
young prostitute standing in a dingy doorway.



   "She couldn't be more than 12 or 13 years old", she whispered with a sly
smile.  "Like a piece of that?"



   "Nah", I grunted back.  "She's not bad for her age, but I don't want any
dirtylegs."



   Carol faked a pout as if I'd taken candy away from her, and I think she
would have liked a taste of the girl herself, but we moved on.  Between the
whores and the dried-up old toothless women, we walked around for over an
hour and a half with no luck at all.  It wasn't looking good.



   I was about to suggest we go back to the hotel and get some rest when I
noticed a ragged-looking woman squatting in the shadows at the edge of the
market area.  She had an assortment of dusty and dirty merchandise in a
large basket, and her dress and hollow-eyed look told me she wasn't one of
the more successful vendors there.  But what really caught my attention was
a little girl sitting next to her, playing absently in the dirt with a
stick.  The child was maybe 2-1/2 or 3 years old, and she was wearing only
a dirty tee-shirt.  The shirt was too small even for her, and she was naked
from the waist down, her bare bottom sitting on the dirty stone curb. 
Little kids running around half-naked in this part of the world isn't that
unusual, especially in the poorer areas, but that doesn't stop the pedo
instinct from being triggered.



   "Check this", I said in a low voice, cocking my head toward the pair.



   Carol immediately went over and knelt by the woman's basket of junk,
pretending to be interested, and the woman perked up at the thought of a
possible sale.  As Carol rummaged through her stuff and they attempted to
communicate, it gave me a chance to squat down and examine the child. 
Sitting with her ankles crossed and knees spread, her little twat was
displayed nicely, and I used Carol's diversion to play with the kid and
steal more looks at the little prize between her legs.  It was the typical
baby mons, with a pair of chubby outer lips capped by a nubbin of flesh at
the top that housed her juvenile clitoris.  Sweet.  I could easily envision
my fat cock pressing its way in between the soft puffy lips and seeking out
her virginal infant pussyhole.  My dick twitched in my pants at the
thought.



   Carol wasn't wasting any time ...  I glanced at her just in time to see
her make the universal sign of fucking with a finger jabbing into a
loosely-held fist.  The woman suddenly looked angry and chattered something
in high-pitched Cambodian, pointing at herself and shaking her head in a
vigorous "no!".  Carol laughed, then shook her head, too, looking instead
over the woman's shoulder and turning her palms up as if to ask if there
were any more females in the household.  The woman again shook her head no.
It obviously didn't occur to her I might want the little morsel sitting
there beside her.



   I then picked up a small figurine from the basket and handed the woman a
$10 bill.  It was obvious she couldn't make change for a bill that size
(that's a lot of money to these people!), but I just patted her on the
shoulder and made a gesture for her to keep it.  The woman's anger turned
immediately to gratitude, and she began bowing her head repeatedly and
smiling.  I used the woman's change of heart to pick up the child and hold
her with her naked butt resting on my bare arm, talking to her and tickling
her gently to make her laugh.  The feel of her tiny cool buttcheeks on my
arm was wonderful, and as I hefted her thin body I was struck by just how
tiny and bird-like she was.  We smiled and bowed back to the woman some
more, then walked away into the din of the marketplace.



   "Liked that, huh?", Carol grinned at me.



   "Shit yeah.  I almost figered the little cunt right there."



   "I'll bet you'd rather put something else in her", she smiled back
wickedly.



   "I ain't here for sushi", I grinned back, and we laughed together.



   "Let's go back then, and I'll try to get her to let you fuck the kid."



   "No, let's play it a little more carefully.  I don't want the Cambodian
Army swooping down on us."



   "Okay ...  what do you have in mind?", Carol ventured.



   "Let's come back tomorrow night and give it a shot.  Right now I'm
tired, and I'd like a piece of YOUR ass and some rest."



   Carol smiled up at me and squeezed my arm to her breast.

   ......





   The following night we waited until later before again returning to the
marketplace, and I saw to my relief that the woman and the little girl were
in the same place as before.  But this time the girl was nursing on the
woman's breast, which she had pulled out into the open for the girl's
dinner.  Nursing in public was commonplace here, and the women showed no
reluctance to hauling out a tit for a child to suckle.  This woman's breast
was nothing to write home about, but it did have some fullness due to the
milk she was carrying.  Her big dark brown nipple looked thick and spongy
as the child chewed and sucked on it, and I tried not to be too obvious
about looking at it.



   The woman recognized us immediately, and once again began smiling and
bowing repeatedly and chattering to us in unintelligible Cambodian.  Being
a student of things like this, Carol had read the phrasebooks enough to
know some dirty words in Cambodian.  So, while I again picked up the child
(still dressed in the same dirty tee-shirt, by the way), she again made the
hand-sign for fucking and said the Cambodian word for "fuck".  The woman
looked horrified again, and violently shook her head.  And when Carol
pointed to the child, then to me, and said the word for "fuck" again, the
woman REALLY got agitated.  I was afraid she had pushed things too far, too
fast.



   But when Carol pulled a $50 bill out of her pocket and waved it in front
of the woman, she suddenly froze and her eyes got big as she looked at more
money than she had probably seen in years.  She stared back and forth
between me and the money several times without uttering a sound.



   "Fock ...  bebby?", she finally asked,in the only thing resembling
English we'd heard from her.



   I nodded my head up and down for yes, and she suddenly looked frightened
and confused.  Once again, I was afraid we had blown it.  But after
thinking for several long minutes, she looked up at me with weary eyes and
slowly shook her head no.  But I could tell she had to really think about
the pros and cons of the offer.



   Carol made a big show of pulling the money back and slowly putting it in
her pocket, and I think I actually saw tears well up in the woman's eyes.
Seeing this, Carol again pulled the bill slowly out of her pocket and
grinned as she mimicked the woman's words, "Fock bebby".  The woman looked
around as if she didn't know what to do, ad I was afraid for a minute she
was going to bolt on us.  It was obvious she was really struggling with the
decison we were forcing on her.  I could almost see the gears turning in
her head as she weighed her child's body against the much-needed money.



   After a long while of thinking, she finally looked up at me and slowly
and quietly said, "OK ...  you fock bebby.  Fiffy dollah."



   Carol and I grinned at each other in triumph, and the woman gathered up
her basket of junk and motioned for us to follow her.  I carried the child
as we walked back through an opening between the low buildings and up some
narrow alleyways to a hovel where the woman apparently lived.  She motioned
us in, closed the door, and in the dim light of a small lamp I saw some
cooking pots, some rough furniture and some jumbled bedding in the corner.
I sat the child down on the floor and she stood innocently watching us.



   Learning now that the woman knew more English than we had thought, she
said, "You fock bebby here", and she pointed to the straw padding and
blankets that made up the bedding on the floor.  She started to leave the
one-room house, but Carol stopped her.  "You stay and watch", she told her
and gestured, an evil gleam in her eye that I knew only too well.



   The woman looked a litle uncomfortable at the prospect of watching her
child being ravished for money, but she went over quietly and sat down in a
rickety chair.  I picked the child up again and sat her on the bare wooden
table beside where the woman sat.  I pulled out a bottle of water from my
daypack and, spreading the little girl's legs, poured the water over her
baby twat to wash away some of the grime and urine.  The girl giggled when
I did that, but when I rubbed my fingers over her mound and into the
crevice between her legs to wash her, she got very quiet.  carol was
watching me with heat already growing in her eyes.  I knew only too well
she was eyeing that baby pussy as hungrily as I was.



   Not wanting to waste any time, since my pecker was already throbbing, I
pulled a tube of KY out of the pack and squeezed some out to coat the
girl's pubes.  I then pushed some into her little crack with my index
finger, pausing to feel for the tiny opening to her infant vagina.  I felt
sure she was a virgin at that age - although some children in SE Asia get
fucked by fathers or other relatives at very early ages - and I quickly
reassured myself when I felt the restriction of her intact hymen.  That
meant it was going to be very satisfying to be the one to take her cherry,
but it was also going to be a difficult fuck.  Any child is a hard fuck at
3 years old, but most people are surpised to know they can stretch enough
to take a man's cock at that age with a little effort.



   Making sure the mother could see us clearly, Carol moved over beside the
table to hold the child's legs apart as I unzipped my pants and pulled out
my eager, swollen dick.  The prospect of fucking a child, especially one
this young, always makes me hard as granite, and this one was promising to
be easier to accomplish than most.  And being a strange little SE ASian
child made it an even more delicious treat.My cock seemed to be even more
obscenely large than ever, but maybe it was just by comparison to this
infant's tiny body.



   I placed the tip of my dick at the child's pudgy baby pussy lips,
greased up with the KY, and dragged the head through the silky flesh of her
virginal puss.  It pushed the fat lips apart as it sluiced through the
girl's small vulva and sent prickles of pleasure through my aching
fuckstick and up into my groin.  God, there is nothing like baby pussy. 
The skin is so incredibly soft and smooth that it's like warm butter, and
the contradiction of an angry, hard adult penis and a virginal baby twat is
just breathtaking.  Your cock looks incredibly huge and hot and horny
against the innocence of a child's small unused pubes, and the sheer
obscenity of it is enough to take your breath away.  I held the head of my
dick in between her fleshy folds for a minute to take in the experience of
it, and I felt her inner warmth pulsing against my sensitive cockmeat.



   Unfortunately, my concentration on our shared genitals was suddenly
broken when a man unxpectedly walked in through the door and immediately
began yelling in Cambodian as he saw what I was doing.  He rushed toward
me, spun me away from the table and started pounding on my face with his
fists before I could react.  At the same time, the woman leapt up and
grabbed the man, screaming unintelligibly in Cambodian, trying to pull him
off me.  Carol lunged into the fight, too, jumping up on the man's back and
riding him like a bucking bronco, and we finally subdued him long enough
for the woman to utter enough gibberish to make him stop fighting.  We
quickly gathered he was the woman's husband and father of the girl, and the
woman finally succeeded in convincing him the reward for my fucking his
child was enough to make it worth leaving me alone.  She dragged him back
out the door and shut and locked it before he could protest any further,
but my heart was still pounding and a trickle of blood was leaking from my
nose.



   More importantly, though, my pecker had wilted from all the excitement,
and fucking the child wasn't in the cards until I could get it back up. 
Recognizing the problem, Carol pushed me toward the table and winked as she
said she'd take care of it.  She then pulled the woman over to me, pointed
at my deflated dick and said, "You suck cock".



   The woman looked up in disbelief, and shook her head, but Carol told
her, "No suckee, no money."



   I almost had to laugh at the smirk on Carol's face, but the idea of
making the woman suck me back to hardness so I could fuck her own child had
my drooping cock twitching back to life.  This woman wasn't pretty by any
means, and not someone I'd ordinarily solicit a blowjob from, but the sheer
wickedness of it made me want it.  I jutted my hips toward her, making my
dangling cock flop in her direction, and she looked back and forth at it
and Carol several times before finally resigning herself to the inevitable.
I looked down on the top of her head as she slowly took my meat in her
hand, then her mouth, and I gasped at the unexpected sensation of warmth
and wetness surrounding my most tender organ.



   I don't know much about Cambodian sex practices, but the woman had
obviously had a dick in her mouth before.  She cradled my flaccid organ on
her tongue, caressing it by moving her head and tongue back and forward and
from side to side.  It was as good a blowjob as I'd had in a long time, and
my manhood immediately began to thicken and grow in the warmth of her
mouth. I was standing between the tiny legs of her baby daughter, the
mother sucking me off just inches from her daughter's small cunt, and I was
really enjoying the prospect of mother-daughter double sex as my dick got
hard in her skilful mouth.



   As the tickles from the dick-sucking began to feel too good, I pulled
her head off my tool, and with it glistening with her saliva, guided it
over to the child still lying on the table.  I grabbed the woman's hand
and, pointing at the child's mound, told her to put it in her baby's crack.
She looked at me wide-eyed, so I put her hand firmly on my cock and once
again told her in a firm voice to put it in.  I guess it was debauchery to
coerce the woman into letting me fuck her baby in the first place, but to
make her suck me hard and then have her actually put my cock in her child's
pussy was a real rush that I felt all the way down to my nuts.



   Slowly, reluctantly, the mother placed my now-throbbing and
glistening-wet cock at the entrance to her baby's tiny fuckhole, and I
again saw her quietly weep as she did it.  In a perverse way, that made my
dick even harder, and it surged as it once more felt the soft slick infant
flesh between the child's legs.  I pulled the mother's hand away and pushed
my engorged meat in between her baby's smooth hairless pussylips, parting
them and pressing hard against the tiny opening to her virgin vagina.



   Carol was back over holding the child's legs apart with one hand while
rubbing her own cunt with the other.  As I've described before, watching me
fuck a child makes her so horny she can't keep her hands off herself, and
she usually cums multiple times as she mastubates to my fucking.  Not
wanting another interruption to spoil my taking of this child's cherry, I
roughly pushed into her small opening.  As I did, the KY helped me actually
force about half my cockhead into her tight opening, and the child
immediately wailed in discomfort.  This made the mother start crying
louder, and the two of them wailing just fueled my craving for the infant
pussy spread before me.



   As Carol frigged herself beside me, I grabbed both the child's ankles
and used them for leverage as I forced my hard cock deeper into her.  I
pushed really hard, and the head of my fuckpole popped inside her
incredibly tight vaginal mouth.  She screamed louder, and I felt the
opening clamp down on my dick like a tight rubber band.  But the
combination of spit and KY, along with my growing lust, made my meat
slippery enough to actually move a little inside her tiny body.  I began
slowly and carefully pushing in and out of her little body, causing the
chubby outer pussylips to spread lewdly apart as they surrounded my
cockpole.  Being careful not to let it slip out of her, I pumped a
half-inch at a time, and I slowly, slowly felt my fuckpole sinking deeper
into her scrawny belly.



   "You're in her, Sweetheart", I heard Carol whisper huskily.  "Fuck her
little baby pussy ...  fuck her...  fuck her little ass ..."



   All the while, she was beating off as hard as she could, and the
Cambodian woman merely watched in amazement and squalled along with the
baby.  Carol suddenly burst into orgasm beside me, and I felt the knot
growing in my own belly as the eroticism of this whole scene began to get
to me.  The mother had never left her kneeling position on the floor beside
me, so she had a ringside seat to my deflowering of her daughter.  My
aching dick continued to swell in the painfully tight confines of the
child's twat, but I pushed again, harder this time, and I felt a good inch
of meat abruptly slip inside the girl as she relaxed momentarily between
sobs and caught her breath.  At that point, I felt her hymen tear, and she
shrieked even louder at the sharp sting inside her.  Ignoring her cries, I
pushed again, forcing more of my cock inside her baby groin.



   I had at most a couple of inches inside the child by now, but they were
exquisite inches, and I could feel every millimeter of it and every pore of
my swollen dick inside her warm, tight infant fuck channel.  As I thought
about this being the very first man-meat she'd had inside her body in her
short life, it made my dick swell again and made me want to split her young
pussy wide open and drive my cock through her womb and up her throat.  She
was crying and writhing anyway, so I just lunged forward, driving more of
my meat deep into her juvenile hole.  Helped along by the KY and the extra
lubrication of the blood from her torn hymen, I was in her about 3 inches
when I felt the spongy firmness of her cervix against my cockhead and knew
I was in as far as I was going to go.  Not exactly balls-deep, but my cock
had filled her as full as humanly possible.



   The room was now filled with the shrill crying of the mother and child,
but I was blocking out almost all of it now, my senses concentrated on the
little child-pussy squeezing and milking at my screaming dick.  I began to
pump slowly in and out of the tight little cunthole, pulling out almost all
the 3 inches before thrusting back inside, and I could actually feel the
child's channel soften and open up slightly as I worked it.  It was still
so tight as to be almost painful, but the sheer joy of fucking this little
toddler made it worthwhile.  But even as I tried to control my lust and
fuck this tiny body as long as possible, the waves of pleasure began to
well up from the pit of my stomach and I knew I was going to be cumming
soon.



   Over the screams and wails of the two females, I could hear Carol almost
in a chanting voice saying, "Fuck her, Dan ...  fuck that baby pussy ... 
stick your big cock in her little cunt ...  fuck the little whore's ass off
...  fuck her ...  fuck her ...  shoot her baby belly full of sperm ... 
fuck her ..."



   And then the knot in my stomach tightened and burst, and I bellowed out
loud as a powerful orgasm rolled over me, making me bend over and slam my
eyes shut as it hit me.  And I felt my balls drain into the child's body as
my cum squirted out and splashed her insides and coated her baby cervix and
seeped into her undeveloped womb.  Sticky, thick semen ran out of the
child's hole around my dick and cascaded down her crack and over her
asshole to drip onto the floor below us.  Everything else in the room left
my consciousness as the orgasm washed over me, and all I could feel was my
cock and the cum belching out of it into the litle pussy surrounding it. 
All I could think about was the most sensitive part of my own body actually
being up inside this child's body.  It was the most awesome thing I've ever
felt, and it seemed to go on for a long time before my orgasm eventually
began to ebb.



   As it finally did, my ears started hearing the sounds in the room again,
as if someone were slowly turning up the volume, and I became aware the
mother and child were still crying and Carol was grunting through another
orgasm as she masturbated to the baby-fucking she'd just watched.  I didn't
have to pull out of the child, as my shriveling dick combined with the
child's squirming to cause it to ease out of her stretched hole on its own.
I looked down to see a combination of blood and gooey cum running out of
her tortured pussyhole, and smiled with the satisfaction of having taken
her cherry.  This was a child I'd never know and never see again, but I'd
always know I was the first dick and the first sperm inside her little
body. Sweet.



   As I was buttoning and zipping up my pants, someone started beating on
the wooden door of the shack again and a voice from outside made it clear
it was the father returning.  I nodded for the woman to let him in, and he
stormed inside looking around like a caged animal.  When he saw the little
girl still sprawled on the table sobbing, he went over to her and started
chattering in a loud voice to the woman, pointing at the child's violated
cunt and at me and gesturing wildly.



   Carol walked over to him, pulled out the $50 bill and handed it to him.
His eyes bugged out and he immediately went quiet as he took the money in
his hand, and like the woman had done, he looked suddenly unsure whether to
be mad or grateful.  The $50 equated to about 200,000 riel, more than the
two of them could earn in a year of work.  After thinking hard on the
matter, and looking repeatedly from the naked child to me, he finally bowed
quietly and said something in Cambodian I took to be "thank you".



   Then Carol surprised all of us by producing another $50 bill.  She
pointed to the man and then the baby, and said, "Now YOU fuck baby".



   The evil grin on her face was pure Carol, a look I'd seen many times and
one that told me she wasn't through being nasty.  The man, on the other
hand, looked every bit as horrified and confused as the woman had when we'd
first proposed sex with the child.  On the one hand, he probably didn't
want to fuck his own child, but on the other, the money was enough to make
a huge difference to them all.  He just stared at her, speechless, not
knowing what to do.



   The woman broke the silence this time, chattering to him in Cambodian in
an obviously stern tone.  They exchanged excited gibberish for several
minutes while Carol and I looked at each other puzzled, before she abruptly
went over to him and pulled at his pants.  The loose trousers came down
halfway, and she barked something else at him, after which he slowly pulled
them off the rest of the way.  The woman had obviously gotten over the
shock of her 3 year old baby being raped before her eyes, and now wanted to
make the most of it.



   The man's eyes flashed around the room before settling on the naked
child on the table.  His pecker hung limply out from under the hem of his
dirty shirt, and it was obvious to me he wasn't in any condition to earn
the $50.  Obviously exasperated, the woman quickly knelt in front of him
and took his cock in her mouth.  He looked very uncomfortable having her
suck him in front of strangers, but her oral talents quickly began to have
the desired results and his dick started to rise.  He stood motionless,
eyes closed, obviously unable to ignore the pleasurable feelings she was
generating between his legs.  Carol looked over at me and winked in
victory.



   When the man appeared to have a good hardon, Carol stepped over and led
him by the shoulders to the table and the still-sniffling child.  Grabbing
his spit-wet dick, she sternly said, "Fuck baby", and guided his prick to
her slimy little hole, still weeping cum and traces of blood.  There was a
momentary panicky look in his eyes, but when Carol waved the $50 bill in
front of him again, he closed his eyes and leaned into the little girl's
crotch.



   Being smaller-statured people, his Cambodian cock was only about 2/3 the
size of mine - maybe 5 inches at most - and not as thick.  As a result, it
slipped into the child's stretched and cum-greased pussy with minimal fuss,
and most of its length disappeared into her tiny body.  The look on his
face was priceless ...  it quickly went from nervousness and uncertainty to
one of relaxed peacefulness as the snug warmth of his baby girl's fucktube
penetrated from his pecker to his brain.  All appearances of worry and
concern melted away and his mouth went slack as he slowly eased his cock
out of her body and smoothly pushed it back in.  He grabbed her tiny hips
and pushed in as far as he could and held it there for a minute as he
savored the silky insides of his own flesh and blood daughter for the first
time.



   His breathing quickened visibly as he held her hips and began to pump in
and out of the child's body.  She once again began to sob at the unwanted
invasion of her young cunt, but the man didn't seem to hear it.  Like me,
he appeared to be so caught up in the sensations that he was driven more by
lust than anything else.  His wife sat watching expressionless as he
brazenly fucked his toddler in front of her and the two strangers.  As he
did so, a light sweat broke out on his forehead, and I could see veins
beginning to stand out in his neck as he huffed and puffed.  His dick was
appearing and disappearing from within his daughter's little cunt, going
faster and faster.



   Carol once again began to chant breathlessly, "Fuck her ...  fuck your
little cunt daughter ...  fuck the slimy little cumwhore ...  get her
little ass pregnant ...  fuck the little piece of ass ...  fill her baby
ass with cum ...  pump her little pussy full of sperm ...  fuck her ... 
fuck her! ..."



   Even thought the man didn't understand her filthy talk, he must have
been affacted by it, because he began to stiffen and utter little grunting
sounds.  Carol pushed on his naked butt to force him deeper into the baby,
and he abruptly stopped with his cock deep inside her and uttered a long
low groan as he began to orgasm.  After he had gotten a couple of good
thick spurts far up inside her, Carol quickly pushed him away and grabbed
his dick as it flopped out of the child's pussy.  Jacking on it, she
directed the last couple of stringy spurts of cum onto the baby's belly and
chest, where it oozed slowly down her side and between her spindly legs as
the man continued to spasm and jerk in incestuous pleasure.



   Finally, the spasms stopped and the man slowly opened his eyes and
returned to reality.  Carol let go of his shriveling cock and wiped the cum
off her hand onto the baby's face and lips and then pushed some of it
inside the child's mouth.  The man staggered to a nearby chair and sat down
heavily, still breathing hard.  The woman could only watch silent and
wide-eyed at the scene of debauchery before her.



   Before the spell could be broken, Carol went over and pushed the second
$50 bill into the woman's limp hand and whispered to me that we'd better
go. I looked back one last time as we left the hovel and saw the child now
lying quietly, her gaping baby pussy running thick with two loads of cum,
and I had to smile.  What a great score.





   ......



   That night as Carol lay quietly masturbating next to me in the bed, she
sighed in the dim moonlight, "Christ, that was an awesome fuck."



   "Yeah", I laughed back.  "I thought you had outdone yourself when you
had the mother suck me to get me hard, but it was awesome when you got the
father fuck the kid, too."



   Shuddering to a soft orgasm - her third in a half-hour - she giggled
quietly.  "So, what flavor do you want next?"



   "Oh, I don't know ...  maybe something more exotic, like a Mongolian
child, or an Eskimo girl or something.



   "I know!", she choked back, as she shuddered to yet another wave of
climax triggered by her fertile imagination, "Let's do an African girl
next."



   I smiled in the darkness as I imagined myself fucking a small jet-black
Zulu child, and my tired dick stirred to life again.





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