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are under 18 or if you are not an adult according to the laws of your 
State or Country. Do NOT read this if you are easily offended or if 
you are not interested in fantasies involving young boys. This file 
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The author does not condone any of the acts in this file. This story 
was not written to advocate sexual activity with minors. Agatha 
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story codes: (ttb, oral, anal, nc, bd)   
style: contemporary 


 
NATURAL BORN FUCKERS     by DEVIN BARON


   Shortly after my fifteenth birthday, we moved to another town, leaving
behind my circle of friends. It was a depressing period for me. I didn't
have anybody to hang out with and I moped around, driving my mother nuts.

"I hate this place, I hate my school and I hate you!" I screamed at 
her, whenever she complained about my conduct.

"Get used to it! You're the one that got kicked out of that other school!
We wouldn't have to be here if it wasn't for you!" She would snap back. 

I must admit that I was quite a handful, a very aggressive young man. My
mother lost track of the times the principal called home to report a 
melee I'd gotten into. You could say I was like any regular teen on the 
outside. Unless you knew me well, I would have appeared to be a run of
the mill jock, with short brown hair and deep blue eyes. But behind this
facade of wholesomeness laid the seeds of a demon.

The high-school I attended then was an all boys' institution with a
strict code of discipline. All the students wore the same uniform. I was
lost in this ocean of identical robots.

Reluctantly, I had been enrolled by my mom in the school's hockey 
program. At least, the six hours I spent every week on the ice, body 
checking the players on the opposing team allowed me to consume my 
pent-up hostility. But I felt like an outsider. The others on the team 
already knew each other and I wasn't about to act all friendly and 
phoney to escape my loneliness.

This was until an incident happened in the showers. One of my teammates
had engaged into an argument with another player. Soon, both naked young
males were on the tiled floor, trashing each other. The one on top was
merciless, punching and jabbing at his opponent. The coach realized the
bout was not fair when Erik easily broke his fighting partner's nose. 
Blood spilled on the loser's chest.

   "OK! THAT'S ENOUGH!" The man stopped the duel. "Get dressed and get
out Erik!"

Irate that he'd been singled out as the instigator, the angry teen 
shouted, "Fuck this and fuck you!", fuming the whole time he got dressed.

After the team exited the locker, I raced in the parking lot of the arena
to meet the fleeing boxer. "That's was great!" I cheered, handing out a 
cigarette to my new found hero.

   "Lil' fuck ain't gonna bother me anymore..." Erik remarked.

   "That was really cool how you smashed his face." I flattered him, 
lighting up a match.

   "Yeah, what do you want?" Erik snorted, taking a puff, slightly 
annoyed by my presence while he tried to calm his nerves.

   "You wanna practice fighting with me? Maybe later? Do you like 
wrestling or something?"

   "Yeah, sure."

                                -=-


   It was to be the start of a fruitful relationship. I was partial to  
my new friend from day one, secretly wishing that I could be more like
him. Erik was a year older. His hair was black as ink and his dark eyes
were pure evil. A shiny dagger earring was embedded in his pierced lobe.
He sported a constant expression of someone pissed off. All the 
characteristics of an ideal soul mate for me.

Despite our differences, I felt a brotherly connection with my new buddy.
We both had defined muscles on our arms and calves. And from what I had
seen in the showers, we had the biggest dicks of all the players on the
team.

Every Saturday I spent the afternoon wrestling in my bedroom with Erik. 
We stripped down to our bikini briefs and tackled each other. As our 
sweaty bodies collided on the carpet, we popped erections, which we 
ignored. After all, we were real men.

The battles were won equally, since we were of similar size. My mom 
didn't approve of the wrestling in my room. It smelled bad afterward. 
And seeing two grown boys on the cusp of manhood, grabbing each other's
half-naked bodies, made her uncomfortable. However, I was composed 
afterwards, thus she didn't interfere.

I helped Erik make his rounds after the school bell at the nearby
elementary school. The quarters we extracted from the kids we bullied, 
piled up into a nice sum at the end of the day. Almost ten bucks.

Just a few threats and the youngsters would pay up. I loved to gaze 
in the terrified eyes of the little boys we taxed. Once in a while, 
coercion was not enough. Some of these runts required a good punch in 
the stomach to rob them of their limited income. With that money, we 
purchased cigarettes, gory horror DVDs and knives.

I was ecstatic when I learned that my mother was going away for the 
weekend. Having the whole house to myself, I invited my new buddy for a
sleepover without telling her.

Erik arrived with his gym bag, a six-pack of beer and a porno movie. We 
ate TV diners for supper and played video games for hours, before
resuming the evening with our usual wrestling match, undressing 
mechanically, shedding blue jeans, t-shirts and white tube socks. 

   "Let's take our underwear off, yer mom's not here." Erik proposed.

   "Okay."

This was not a big deal for me. We were like brothers now. I had never
been ashamed of my chiselled body anyway. For the next half-hour, we 
growled at each other and attacked our naked bodies, vying to make the
opponent lose his balance and seize the opportunity to leap on his 
vulnerable frame in order to immobilize it. The grunts of our intense 
match-up echoed in the house. Our flaccid pricks flailed from the virile
assaults. When we were both exhausted, we lounged on the carpet, panting.

I had never had the guidance of a father figure in my life, nor a best 
friend during my childhood. It was especially comforting to have the 
black-haired boy be a part of my life. Someone who knew exactly what made
me tick. I followed him with my eyes, as he turned on the TV and fed the
porno movie to the VCR.

On the screen, a brunette was sucking two black cocks. The men forced 
their brown meat tubes down her throat. Then one of the studs moved 
behind her and shoved his huge fuckstick in her snatch. The slut moaned
loudly, taking cock at both ends.

Our pricks hardened rapidly from the lurid images. We jacked off slowly,
watching the action. I couldn't help but peek at my friend's crotch. His
balls were jiggling from the repetitive hand motion. With measured 
strokes, Erik rubbed his long curved pole, sliding the foreskin on his 
bloated moist glans. The older boy's equipment was much like my own, 
except that his pubes were dark, whereas mine were the colour of straw.

   "It's a good vid, uh?" Erik commented.

   "Yeah," I said, masturbating at a steady pace. It was the first time
I'd ever beat off with someone. At this point, the communion of our 
souls was sealed. The intimate interlude banished my inhibitions and I
turned to him, "Hey, did'ya ever fuck a girl?"

   "Yeah, but you know what's better?"

   "What?"

   "Fucking a little kid in the ass." Erik professed, a diabolical smile
on his lips.

I threw him a perplexed grin, taken aback by the revelation, thinking 
he was joking. "What do you mean?"

   "I mean what I mean. You wanna hear about it?"

   "Sure."

Erik commenced. "Three summers ago, my dad and my aunt rented a shack
in the woods. My kid cousin was there, his name is Oliver and was he 
seven then, I was thirteen and horny. By the way, even though we are 
related, Oliver looks nothing like me, he's a redhead with tons of 
freckles, even on his butt. I hated him cuz' he was always following me.
I beat him up for it. There wasn't enough space in the cabin so we had 
to sleep outside in a tent. I pitched it very far from the cabin, deep 
in the woods, so no one would hear us." Erik paused, checking to see if 
I was still interested.

   "Go on." I urged him.

   "When it was dark, I made bear noises to scare the lil' spaz until he
was shaking in his sleeping bag. Some old hag had been mauled by a bear
days before, so he believed it. When he was really frightened, I 
wrestled him out of his Barney pjs and pushed him outside buck-naked. He
begged me to get back in, sobbing like a girl. But the deal was that he 
had to suck my dick to be allowed back in the tent. So every night, he 
gave me a blowjob. I shot my load in his mouth and forced him to 
swallow. The lil' bastard drank at least two gallons, I tell ya."

   "And you fucked him?" I asked bluntly.

   "Yeah, after of couples of weeks, it got boring, so I decided to have
a little more fun. I stole some hand lotion and I tried to put my dick 
inside his little butt. He clenched his cheeks. I could only put in the
head at first. The lil' freak screamed a lot, so I stuffed his undies in 
his trap. After that, I took my time to stretch his shithole. Man, it 
was soooo good! He was so fuckin' tight!"

I listened carefully to every word. My mind was reeling. The story was 
so outrageous. But deep in my heart, I knew Erik was mad enough to have 
done it. A twinge of jealousy pricked at my soul as I continued digesting
the sordid account.

   "His hole opened up after a couple of times and I could stick my 
whole dick up his bottom. I screwed him every chance I got. Some days, 
three or four times. He limped all summer and told his mom that he hurt 
his leg falling on a rock."

   "He never snitched on you?" I demanded.

   "Nope. I would have killed him! I told him I could make it look like
an accident. Just to be sure he got the message, I brought him to the 
lake and held his head under water until his face turned blue."

   "No shit!"

   "No shit, man. He was my slave. One time, we were at a Chinese 
restaurant for supper. Oliver had to pee, so I went with him cuz' his 
stupid mother thought he was too young to go alone. We took a stall and 
after he did his business, I told him to make my dick real wet with his 
mouth. He slobbered over my prick and then I fucked his little butt. One 
man came in the toilets. I guess he must have heard us because he looked 
over the separators. So I told Oliver to blow him so that he wouldn't 
rat on us to our folks. The guy's cock was huge. Oliver was choking on
it. The man came on the floor and made Oliver lap it up like a dog."

   "Get out of here!" I exclaimed.

   "It's true. I swear. I must have fucked him over forty times. In the 
end, he was starting to like it. I'm sure he's gonna become one flaming 
homo slut."

On the screen, the girl was being nailed in her two holes by the big 
brown sausages. We pulled on our hard-ons faster, enthralled by the 
close-ups of the rude copulation and for me by the lingering images 
brought up by the story Erik had shared. Almost simultaneously, we 
groaned. Ropes of thick jizz erupted from the end of our cocks, flying 
in high arches and landing on our chests.


                                -=-


   We continued sneaking in at the nearby elementary school to collect 
from the children. This routine was getting old for Erik. But you could
always count on him to spice things up. I didn't understand what the 
hell was happening when he steered me into to the empty restroom with the 
low urinals stinking of mothballs, until a small brown-haired boy of 
eight wearing glasses entered for a pee.

   "Hey kid." Erik said, taking out a butterfly knife from his jacket.
The little boy's eyes almost fell out of their sockets when he noticed 
the sharp blade. "Donnnn't kkkkill mmmeee." He stammered nervously.

   "Take off your pants and give me yer underwear." Erik requested
sternly.

I was startled by the turn of events, standing next to the door, praying
no one would come in. The child obeyed the order, stripping, and handing
over his briefs. Nude from the waist down, he shivered, hiding his 
genitals with both hands.

   "Show me your dick." Erik muttered, keeping his cool dispassionate 
stance.

The youngster removed his hands, his face livid, as we got an eyeful of 
his shrivelled penis. 

   "Let's go, man. It's too dangerous." I declared, heading out.

Erik was looking at the defenceless child with appetite. I could tell
the tyrant really enjoyed dominating the innocent pawn. He was smiling, 
resisting the urge to beat the kid up a little, proving once again that
he was the meanest motherfucker. Finally, he walked out the door, 
clutching the boy's briefs, a tiny trophy for our collection.

   "I betcha he would have sucked our dicks!" Erik exclaimed.

   "You're crazy, man!" I hailed, somewhat excited that we had molested
our first child together.

For the next weeks, we repeated the trick, feeding on the power we 
experienced in those moments. Erik's duffel bag filled up with kids'
underpants and we laughed thinking about what the boys had to say to 
explain the disappearance of their briefs.

We cornered one boy in the park and made him jack off in front of us. The
petrified child could barely get it up. The same situation occurred for 
several other boys we constrained to perform at the point of a knife.

Failure to get his way compelled Erik to demand a blowjob from one of 
our young preys. The boy executed the deed, taking the big hard-on in 
his mouth, suckling clumsily until it spurted in the back of his throat.
I never participated, content in assisting. The reality of it was that 
I was really afraid of getting caught, contrary to Erik who relished the
additional risks that came with abusing children in public places.

To shake off my apprehensions, he told me that even if we were nabbed, we
could not do hard time because we were still minors. The well-known fact
dispelled some of my worries but at that point, word had spread around 
the neighbourhood playgrounds that we were ogres. Kids avoided us at all
cost and we agreed to let things cool down for a while.

I desperately wanted to emulate my dark mentor, especially since he had 
started to question my loyalty and my lack of ardour in the nasty games 
we played. I certainly didn't want him to think that I wasn't up to par. 
And for once, I was the one who came up with a brilliant evil idea.


                                -=-


   The first babysitting job I got was at the Newman's. They owned the 
largest house in the neighbourhood. One of those decadent mansions on a 
huge lot, surrounded by a wrought iron fence. 

I showed up alone, fearing the company of Erik would spoil the initia-
tive. Unlike the ruthless boy, who'd grown up here, my reputation
was still untarnished in the community. 

Dressed in beige Dockers and an elegant sweater, my hair combed, I rang 
the doorbell.

The parents welcomed me warmly. They had no reason to suspect that a 
clean-cut kid like me was not who he seemed. I was a poster boy for
a model adolescence. 

   "We will be back from the opera at midnight. Help yourself with what
you find in the fridge." Mr. Newman said.

   "Thank you very much." I replied calmly, smiling a lot.

   "Remember Jason, you're fifteen, so you're in charge. Kenny can be
a pest. Do not hesitate to give him a swat on the butt if he's misbe-
having." Mrs. Newman instructed.

   'If only you knew what we have in store for him, you dumb cunt.' 
I thought silently.

   "Here he is," she cheered. "Come meet your guardian."

The ten-year-old boy waltzed in the hall, clad in a red Speedo, a towel 
on his shoulders. He'd obviously just climbed out of the indoor pool. The 
curly mop of sandy blond hair atop his head was still damp. Up close,
he seemed cuter than I had imagined. His chin was pointy, his nose like
a button. All in all, he exuded the aura of a confident, snotty brat. 

   "Hi Kenny!" I exclaimed, examining the frail dripping child.

   "Who's this?" The kid asked, throwing a look of contempt in my 
direction.

   "This here is Jason and he's gonna watch over you. You be a good
boy now, don't make any trouble." Mrs. Newman broke the awkwardness. 
"We'll be on our way, we're already late for the cocktail." She added.

We had targeted the rich boy specifically because he was a sassy brat. 
For weeks, we had spied on the kids in the area, seeking the perfect 
cherry. The scrawny boy acted like he owned the world. We were going to 
change that attitude drastically.

As soon, as the couple's Mercedes was out of the garage, I opened the 
patio door in the kitchen to admit my pal in. Erik entered, wearing
army pants and a gruesome Iron Maiden t-shirt, carrying all the tools of
the trade in his gym bag.

   "What's going on?" Kenny inquired, surprised by the appearance of a 
second babysitter.

   "This is going on." Erik roared, slapping him hard on his cheek. The
force of the blow made the kid fall backward. He bumped his head against
the wall and tears sprung to his eyes. 

   "Man, he's gonna bleed!" I reprimanded my acolyte. We were not 
supposed to cause any visible damage that would be hard to cover up
afterwards. The main objective was to have as much anal sex as we could 
with the kid. 

   "I'LL TELL MY DAD YOU DID THAT!" Kenny screamed, rubbing his ear. 

   "Shut the fuck up or we'll cut your balls off!" Erik threatened. 
"Stand up!"

The little boy rose to his feet sluggishly, eyeing both of us with
repugnance. While I fetched a pair of handcuffs from the gym bag, he 
dashed away, heading for the front door, grossly underestimating my 
athletic abilities. He was no match for my speed. I raced after him and 
leapt on his tail like a panther, bringing him down on the hardwood 
floor. 

My deep and insidious anger rose to the surface. "Where do you think 
you're going, asshole!?" I snarled, punching him in the ribs. The 
uncooperative boy squirmed, kicking and screaming as I secured his wrists
behind his back with the handcuffs. His resilience only made me want him
more than ever. I feasted on the hatred burning in his eyes as I bound 
him into submission. 

   "You can't do that!" Kenny objected defiantly.

In response, I lowered my mouth and nibbled his earlobe seductively, 
pinning his small frame to the floor with my weight. "You're gonna be our
bitch tonight." I whispered. "You're such a pretty sissy. That's what
you are Kenny."

   "NO!"

Erik approached with a tube of bright pink lipstick. He applied the
greasy colour to the kid's lips and wrote words on his torso. Then he
a couple Polaroids of his work. When the images formed completely, we 
showed them to him. Kenny gazed at himself, reading the words 'I AM A 
COCKSUCKER" written on his pale front. 

   "You see, we're gonna take pictures all evening." Erik said. "If you
don't shut your trap about this, we'll make sure your friends at school
get them."

It was a preventive stratagem we had thought of. Not that it was crucial.
We knew that young male victims seldom blabbered. It would have meant 
that they admitted to being weak. Assuredly, a cocky lad like Kenny did 
not want everyone to know that he could not defend himself. As well, the
details of what had happened would eventually come out, and that was in
itself traumatizing.
   
I closed the curtains shut, meanwhile the child took to pleading. 
"Pleeze, let me go. Don't hurt me. I promise I won't tell."

We ignored his supplications, aroused by the plaintive tone of his 
squeaky voice. The real fun was about to begin. I hooked my arms under 
the hairless pits of the pre-teen boy, restraining him while my partner 
in crime tied a piece of rope around his ankles. 

"This is what's gonna happen every time you're not nice." Erik warned the
wriggling child.

That being said, he pulled the kid's skimpy swimsuit down his slender 
legs, revealing his immature genitals. Kenny's face crumbled from the 
humiliation of having his modesty violated. Soon, he was hollering as the
tormentor flicked a lighter under his testicles and let the flame lick at
the tender skin. His shrieks echoed in the vast house. "ARGGHGHH! 
ARGGHHHHHHHH!ARGGHHHH!" The fire singed the peach fuzz on his little nuts
and rivers of tears poured from his blue eyes.

   "You're gonna do exactly as we say from now on?" Erik asked.

   "YESSS! PLEASE STOP! PLEEEZE!"
  
   "We're gonna find out right away." I stated, dragging him to the 
bathroom. There, I made him kneel in the tub. "Open your mouth, you're 
gonna have a drink."

The little boy obeyed, overwhelmed by our unflinching sadistic deter-
mination. We admired our toy. A handsome naked doll, his hands and his 
feet bound, ready to submit to all our desires. We unzipped and took out
our semi-erect pricks. Our bladders were full in preparation for the
evening of fun.

The streams of urine flowed from our cocks. We directed the arcs on 
his cute mug and filled his mouth with the yellow liquid. Erik pinched 
the kid's nostrils to make sure he could only breath through his mouth, 
therefore he had to gulp down what was in it. Again, we took pictures
of the boy in this degrading position. The youngster passed this test 
with flying colours, sniffing back his tears, and licking the last drops 
dribbling from our pisslits.

We moved to the next phase. I took the enema bag out of Erik's handy gym
bag and filled it up with warm water. "It's almost over." I lied to 
reassure the little boy. Not that it mattered much. We had put a dent in
the smarty-pant's feisty spirit.

Everything was going on schedule. We winked at each other, getting raging
hard-ons now that we had relieved our bladders. I eagerly anticipated 
sinking into that hot little bum, but getting there was the best part of
the plan. Erik livened up, seeing me actively partake in the molestation.
I put a dab of Vaseline on the nuzzle and approached the rascal.

Kenny yelped when the hose was inserted into his anus. I'm sure he did
not comprehend the purpose but he kept quiet, suppressing the questions 
that might irritate us. I pressed on the bag to push the water in his 
intestines and told him to hold it for a couple of minutes.

Upon receiving the permission, the laddie jumped on the toilet bowl and
disgorged his bowels loudly. We made him take a shower after that,
commanding him to scrub in all the right spots.

   "Can I go to bed now. I'm tired." Kenny whimpered.

   "Oh, you're going to bed all right."

We hauled our naked victim to his room, his feet dragging on the floor. 
This is where he was going to be deflowered. The choice was deliberate. 
From then on, he would have to go to sleep every night reliving the 
ordeal.

I unfastened the rope around his ankles and rolled the blondie into a 
ball, binding his ankles behind the nape of his neck. Trussed up like a 
lamb, his pink virgin hole exposed lewdly, the ten-year-old boy had lost
the last shreds of his dignity. We took Polaroids of him, luxuriating in
the sinful joy of our superiority.

In unison, we undressed, grinning wickedly. "We're gonna put our dicks 
up your butt now." I divulged grimly.

Kenny glanced at the long turgid organs jutting from our groins, probably
remembering the painful discomfort of the nuzzle from the enema bag, he 
implored, "Nooo pleeze, don't do that. Nooo pleeze."

But his pleading for mercy didn't elicit one ounce of compassion in our 
hearts. I salivated at the sight of his bubble butt spread open, waiting
for me. Raised in an ideal setting, the lil' angel assuredly didn't know
much about sex. I smeared some Vaseline to my leaking cock, elated to 
have the first dibs on his tail.

   "NOOO! NOOOO! DON'T DO THAT!" He screamed his lungs out, writhing like
cattle to the slaughter. 

   "FUCK HIM GOOD!" Erik encouraged, as I advanced toward the target, 
my cock in hand. I guided the tip to the tiny anus and started to push. 
Slowly, the ring yielded and my cockhead wormed into him. Kenny's eyelids
shut tight from the sharp pain. His sphincter muscle hopelessly rebelled 
against my intrusion.

   "AARGGGGGGG AOOWW AOWOWW!! ANNNNNGHHHHH!" He yelled.

I applied more pressure, persevering in my efforts to enter the virgin 
hole. The tight barrier struggled to stand its ground. "Lossen up, fuck!"
I barked, giving a forceful push and managing to slip my thick shaft into
his rectum. 
 
   "AOOW! Stop pleezze! Stop." Kenny begged, his little voice shaky and 
ragged from the painful piece of hard flesh crammed into his empty guts.

   "Shuddup! We're gonna rape you all night." I raged, pulling the girth
of my penis back and driving it further in. Again and again I slammed 
into the boy, working him into shape. The steady motions soon transformed
into sudden, deep thrusts as I grew more excited. "Ohhh fuck! ohhhhh 
yesssss" I hissed, savouring the thievery of his innocence.

As much as Kenny despised it, he had to relax his butthole in order to
alleviate the pain, letting himself be assraped. "You love it, uh? You
love my big cock in yer ass!"

My dick was sliding nicely in the dilating little hole. I contemplated 
the sobbing boy, twitching in agony when my steely hardness punched deep 
inside him. From time to time he choked on his abundant drool as he cried
liberally. Much to my dismay, the rough coupling made the pleasure peak
sooner than I had expected.

"UUHhh Dammit! Ohh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" I chanted, reaching the point of
no return. I quickly ejected out of the constricting passage and sprung
to the kid's noggin, jacking my slickened hose. This was to be the grand
finale. "OPEN YOUR MOUTH!" I growled.

Completely disoriented, Kenny abided, just in time to receive the first 
spurt of semen on his tongue. "Ohhhh yeah eat my cum..." I sang, aiming 
my pulsating canon at his mouth. The rich cream erupted again and again.
"SWALLOW IT." I ordered. Meanwhile, Erik took pictures, capturing for 
prosperity the sauce filling the little boy's oral cavity and oozing down
his chin. Kenny drank the discharge in one gulp, a grimace of disdain on
his face, as if he was going to throw up.
   
Erik took over, releasing the boy from his uncomfortable position. He
flipped him over on his tummy and hoisted him on a couple of pillows, so
that his ass was raised at the right level. Propped up, his hands still 
cuffed behind his back, the child revelled in the moment of peace. But 
the recess was short-lived as my partner slapped his asscheeks. 

Kenny bit down on the mattress. Tears welled up in his eyes again. Erik
delivered another round of stinging hard smacks, leaving red handprints
on the white skin. He inserted his greasy pole into the kid's anus and 
began fucking in earnest right away. 

The bed creaked, accompanied with the high-pitched whining of the little
boy. Erik was plunging to the hilt. He grasped a handful of blond curls,
and tilted the kid's head back violently. 

   "Say fuck me, c'mon say it."

   "Fuck me." Kenny muttered.

   "LOUDER!"

   "FUCK ME!"

   "Again."

   "FUCK ME! UHH FUCK ME! FUCK ME! UHHH FUCK ME! ARRRHHH FUCK ME!"

   "Yeah, that's it!" Erik cheered, ramming his fuckpole with a renewed
burst of energy. There was a frantic rhythm to his rutting, so much that
his testicles were bouncing against Kenny's crack.  

   "OWWWW OUHHH! OUUUUUUUHHH!" Kenny lamented.

The strong teenager kept a steady tempo until I saw his body stiffen, 
indicating that he was coming, shooting cumwads in Kenny's guts. For a 
moment, he remained inside the cavity, waiting for his softening penis to 
plop out. 

   
                                -=-


   We took a break to have a cigarette and look at the pictures of our
charge aptly defiled. The night was still young. My battery was at three
quarters. I looked forward to a couple more buttfucks with the lil' brat.

When we returned to Kenny's bedroom, we proceeded with a little bit of
foreplay, taking turns sitting on his face and forcing him to lick our
hairy assholes. Then we pinched his tits until he was bawling, begging
us to fuck him again. 

Having cummed before, I lasted thirty minutes up his butt, sodomizing him
hard, staring at my cock slide in and out of his loosened red hole. A
well-oiled fuck machine I was, pile driving into the kid. After our third
ride each, we were both exhausted. It was time to do a little clean up.

I was already thinking about the two subjects of our next babysitting 
gig - Shawn a pristine twelve-year-old chap, very protective of his six-
year-old sibling, Donnie. Shawn didn't know it yet, but we were gonna 
give him no other choice but to torture and rape his precious little 
brother. And that was just for starters.


THE END.