Author: Daddy Walker
Title: Teenage crush
Keywords: Mf rape bd anal tort ws snuff

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Teenage crush

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Intro - The stirring cock

John was 55 years old and weather-beaten to the point where he
looked even older. The hair on his head was white and thin. His
stomach was growing fatter every year. He shaved every morning,
and every evening the the loose skin dangling under his chin was
covered in white stubble again.

It had been an eternity since he had felt such intense horniness
as when the little child sat down next to him on the bus.

The girl was near puberty, blond, flat-chested, and skinny. The
first thing John thought about was the little patch of pussy hair
probably just starting to grow on her immature cunt. To his
surprise, he felt his cock starting to grow almost immediately.

John had had always followed the path of the lord, never once
complaining. Life had never been easy, but unlike his work mates
he had proudly resisted sins as drinking and pornography. By now,
it was 15 years since John had buried his wife from cancer.

The few times he had jerked off in the past could hardly qualify
as sinning, he reasoned. They had been shameful fits when he had
been overpowered by lust, usually after hearing the guys at work
talking about some pornographic smut. That kind of excitement
was the work of Satan, and John had always prayed for
forgiveness. He had been a pious man since his wife had left him
alone in this world.

Now, in just a few seconds, he felt his entire world crumbling,
as he was uncontrollably attracted to the little creature that
sat down next to him.

The girl was chewing bubble gum. She threw her hair over her
shoulder so he could smell her fruity freshness.

She had two cocky friends in the next seat. After studying the
girls for a few moments, John decided that they seemed
superficial, self-absorbed, and sinful, as all kids did these
days.

An old lady came aboard the bus. The woman could hardly walk, and
it was obvious that she needed a place to sit. Still, as she
moved slowly towards their seat, none of the girls got up. The
girl next to John tried to sit quietly, but he could hear the
girls in the other seat whispering to each other.

- "Look at her... She almost can't walk... There's no seat...
She's so old, she's gonna fall over when the bus leaves..."

When he heard the little sluts' excited whispers to each other,
something happened to John. A serenity spread through his body.
He suddenly felt his cock grow harder than in years, and he
felt a divine rapture as lightning from above.

The girls were evil, and it was up to him to reprimand them. It
was god's intent that he, John, would spend his remaining days
preaching to and punishing the lost generation... Unfortunately,
the actual instrument that the almighty had intended for John to
use was now very swollen, and he felt too embarrassed to get up
and give the old lady his own seat.

When the little girl got off the bus, he followed her with his
hard cock throbbing in his pants.

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Part 1 - Preaching to the child-fuck

Sarah was 13. She was waking up slowly, finding herself
restrained and naked in a warm room. The last thing she
remembered was walking home, being grabbed by someone who put
something over her mouth.

She felt nauseous. She needed to pee. Her body was bent over
something. Both feet were trapped to the floor, and her arms
were tied behind her back. Something pressed into her temples.
She could see herself in a mirror on the wall directly in
front.

This looked like some sort of tool shed, and her upper body was
on a bench like the ones in wood shop. Her head seemed caught
between two slabs of wood, screwed tight in a giant vice. Her
ass was sticking helplessly into the air.

Air whisked against her naked crotch. Strangely, her first
reaction was embarrassment over her new, soft pubic hair. 

After a few minutes of growing horror, the door opened and an
old man entered. He smiled to her.

- "Ahhh, you're awake..."

She could see him staring at her naked body.

He walked over to her, and his hands caressed her, eagerly. He
grunted. She saw ecstasy in his face, as well as in his pants.
She could feel his fingers sliding in between her legs.

- "Yeaahhh... You're a good little one... Do you remember me,
you little pussy? From the bus? In my days we used to get up for
old ladies, you know..."

That was right! It was the man from the bus! He kept talking.
His fingers were probing her, and she could even feel one of
them pressing into her bum.

She trembled with fear now. 

- "In old times you know, children knew their place! A quarter
of all children died before growing adult... Unless you were
strong enough to make it, no one wasted any energy on pampering
you through life..."

The man started undressing. His fat stomach was covered in white
hairs. When he buttoned down his pants, Sarah drew a sharp
breath. His cock was huge.

She hadn't seen many real cocks yet, and none of them had looked
like that. It was swollen, pointing straight out from his body
like a tree trunk surrounded by white, sprawling hair.

- "In those days,", the man continued, "if a child upset you, it
was ok to slap her! I think slapping a child can be very
healthy..."

The old man was completely naked now. He walked up behind her
and started stroking the tip of his cock against her crotch.
Sarah froze up with fear, feeling the warm meat pressing into
her privates.

- "... But there were even better ways to relieve your
frustrations...", he smiled at her. "Do you know what happened
if a child excited you? You know, a grown man can't be expected
to think straight and take care of his job if a hard cock
bothers him..."

The old man leaned in above her with a smile of confidence and
power. She felt the weight of his warm stomach on her back. In
the mirror, she saw him leaning down towards her head, and then
she heard his voice, closer, louder, more intimate.

- "In school, many teachers took the spanking of a disobedient
girl a little longer in those days. It wasn't wrong to take your
cock out and rub it between her smooth butt cheeks, like this..."

Sarah felt his warm, smooth shaft slide between her ass cheeks,
parting them. The old man pressed his fat, hairy chest against
her back and kept talking directly behind her neck.

- "Yeeahhh... Did you know that since a child is not yet a
complete human, in the image of god, the decree that sodomy is
a sin does not extend to children?"

Hearing that, while she felt his fingers move to probe her
tightly closed asshole, Sarah lost control and screamed in panic.
The man smiled and continued patiently.

- "Sometimes at dinner, a father would simply tell his young
daughter to visit the outhouse before bedtime. A girl always
knew what that meant. Can you imagine?"

Sarah started sobbing while the old man explained.

- "...It was to make sure her asshole was empty and ready...
Maybe the mother in the house was too tired from washing up
that day... Maybe it was just that time of the month...
Whatever the reason, the girl knew that her tight ass should
take her mother's place that night..."

Sarah managed to speak with a weak voice.

- "No please, you don't have to punish me!"

She saw the man smile at her in the mirror. He reached up to
caress her hair with a soothing calm in his eyes.

- "Don't worry, little slut... I won't take your real virginity
tonight... That would send you straight to Satan. But god will
judge you, and he will send you to Hell anyway, I am sure of
it."

Sarah managed to push herself to keep talking.

- "I'm a good girl... I promise. My grades are all A's... If
you don't punish me, I'll be even better. I'll say grace...
Please..."

The man calmly reached for some sort of tube. He oiled up his
hard cock. Then she felt the cold, slippery wetness of
lubrication against her asshole. She started crying again. The
man just answered calmly.

- "I'm sure you want to be a good little girl. But you only
have one thing to worry about now... Do you ... or don't you
... have an empty asshole for me?"

He smiled cruelly as he put the tip of his cock against her
clenched anal opening and saw the tears across her face.

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Part 2 - Enjoying the child-fuck

When the man began pushing, Sarah was overpowered by the sensation
of aching pressure into her anus. Every other feeling faded into
the background, and the only thing she could feel was her ass.

At first, the pressure simply grew and grew. Then after a
powerful, extremely painful thrust, she felt herself relax. It was
just for a second, but it was enough for the big organ to force
itself in.

- "Oh, god, yes, yes!", she heard from above as the shaft expanded
her.

The man's hands gripped her hips firmly, and then he started
pulling out and pushing back in again, stabbing into her body.

- "Dirty whore! You dirty little bitch!! You're so tight!!"

He was spitting as he screamed furiously at her. Thankfully, her
ass was already numbing a little. She tried twisting, but that
only increased the unpleasant feeling again, and also it seemed
to add to the old mans pleasure.

She soon found that if she relaxed her bottom the right way, the
pain almost disappeared. It just felt like she really needed to
go to the toilet. His cock also made it feel like she kept going
to the toilet, over and over.

The old man bent down over her, pressing his body against hers.

- "I can feel you relaxing...", he said. "Uuuhh... Does that mean
you like being fucked in the ass? Are you a dirty fucking ass
whore? Uuuhhhh... Uunngghhhh... I think you are... Fucking cunt!
Do you like taking a fat cock up your tight little ass? I bet
you'd touch your own cunt hole if I let you... Uuuuuhhhh...
Dirty cunt! You filthy bitch fuck whore!!"

He reached over to the side, grabbing a long rod sticking into
the vice that held her head. He pulled just a little, and Sarah
screamed. He was crushing her head! In the background, she heard
the old man yelling.

- "Yeaaahhhh, yeeaaaahhh...", he kept going.

He was drooling on her. She could see him in the mirror, staring
down with an open mouth like a hungry animal.

When he pulled the handle again, the pain in her head grew so bad
that she almost lost consciousness.

Her vision was blurring. There was something wrong with the way
her mirror image looked... Her eyes were pressing out too far...
Her mouth was hanging wide open, and it was impossible to close
because of the pressure. She saw strands of saliva hanging down
from her lips.

Her head was filled with a sound like a river. She panicked
and started fighting furiously to get away. Something wet and
warm was splashing down on her feet.

She saw the old man speak as he tightened the vice again, but
she couldn't hear him. The room was spinning in a very
confusing way. For a second, she thought she was looking
straight at both the floor and the mirror. There was something
really wrong with her face now.

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Part 3 - Killing the child-fuck

John watched his cock slide in and out of the stretched young
asshole. He could see the tightness of her little sphincter as
it was pulled out and pushed back in around his shaft. Below
the anus, there were a few enticing, blond pubic hairs sticking
out. 

The fuck bitch had started pissing herself now, tinkling slowly
from her underdeveloped cunt. It was time to finish this...

On the two latest cranks of the vice around her head, he had
actually heard her skull creaking from the pressure.

He pulled the vice again, eager to see how much pressure her head
would take. This time, her right eye suddenly jumped out of its
socket with a wet plopping sound. After dangling in a fleshy
thread for a moment, the eye ball fell loose, bouncing off the
bench and smacking down on the floor.

John laughed in surprise, tightening his fingers around the lever
again.

Before he pulled, he shoved his cock into her as hard as he
could, over and over. He imagined her internal organs mangled and
bursting from the violence. He screamed out in pleasure.

- "This is it, you pissy bitch fuck-cunt!!!"

The drooling bitch already looked half gone. He felt his cock
stiffening up inside her colon, preparing for the kill.

Then he tightened the vice again, and there came a loud crack
from her head.

The bone shifted under her hair, and then blood gushed out of her
nose. She made some kind of choking noises, and her asshole
started cramping around his cock. The trickle of piss from her
cunt turned into a torrent, spraying onto the floor.

He pulled again, and the girl's head crumbled as an egg. Her body
slumped down completely, and he heard a series of splatters as
the insides of her head poured out under the vice.

John kept turning until there was nothing but a thin mass of
blood and hair between the two wood pieces in the vice. Still,
from the neck down, the naked little child body looked as
exciting as ever.

He grabbed it by the hips, focused all his attention on the
dead asshole, and started pounding in one last assault,
screaming.

- "You ... dirty ... fucking ... filthy ... Cunt ... Bitch
... Whore!!!"

John watched his cock sink to the hilt into the relaxing
shitter, and then he came, squeezing out 10 years of pent up
sperm into the stretching bowel.

- "Fuuuuuck... Fucking cunt!!!"

He collapsed onto the bitch's slender body while his endless
cum river kept pouring into the warm intestine.

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After he had caught his breath, he got up, unscrewed the vice,
and pulled the corpse off the bench and down to the floor. The
feet were still shackled to the ground, and that made the ankles
break with loud snaps. Her legs spread as she landed, showing him
the pubescent cunt.

He wondered briefly if a girl would lose her virginity in the
eyes of god if she was already dead. John decided to save himself
for the next one. It would probably feel even better to punish
the cunt of a younger, completely hairless sinner...

He was overcome with a need to urinate, and pointed his softening
cock down to the body. He let loose, and soon he was soaking the
dead girl in glistening yellow liquid. It had been years since he
had pissed this unconstrained.

- "Girl, I think you've healed my prostate as well!", he laughed,
as he emptied the last contents of his bladder straight on the
spread cunt.

His old, trusty german shepard was scratching the door to get in.
He opened it, and the dog ran up to the corpse on the floor.
The dog started sniffing. It licked the blood on the head, and
then it started chewing.

When John saw the dog eating, he figured he might as well leave.
This could actually turn into a good way of dealing with the
bitch's body.

Maybe it would be good to get an extra dog...

There were a lot of bad girls out there. Just from thinking
about them, John could feel the strength of god returning to
his cock.

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First published 2009 and since free for use under the CC0 licence
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