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Comments: first part, I'll continue if there's any interest
Story_codes: ped, w/s some viol, les, incest
Story_intro: It was a public toilet in a rather seedy part of town.  I
used it out of emergency, public toilets never filled me with confidence,
there was evidence of drug use and it was messy and so smelly, I decided to
do what I had to do and get out as soon as I could I sat there minding my
own business -if you'll pardon the punJulie, ch 1-4

   Written by singledad



   It was a public toilet in a rather seedy part of town.  I used it out of
emergency, public toilets never filled me with confidence, there was
evidence of drug use and it was messy and so smelly, I decided to do what I
had to do and get out as soon as I could I sat there minding my own
business -if you'll pardon the pun-when I heard the door open and
footsteps, my hand went to my jacket pocket where I kept a penknife, whet
good that would do against a mugger I hadn't thought.

   "Well you'll just have to put up with it, you're more trouble than
you're worth" I heard the words from the next door cubicle

   "Why you couldn't have done it before we came out I don't know, always
messing up my plans, it wasn't my fault the ladies was out of order" the
woman's voice went on, I tried to imagine what the situation was, maybe a
mother out with her child, child needed the toilet, couldn't use the
ladies, well, something like that anyway.  I decided not to get involved
and finished what I was doing swiftly.

   I was a bit disappointed at having to leave so soon, I would normally
read the sexy writings on the cubicle wall, although they are nearly all
gay stuff, and I'm not wired that way, I flushed and opened the door, there
was a woman in her mid twenties standing outside the next cubicle, she
nodded as if it were normal to find a woman in the gents, I nodded, she
nodded back.

   "What you fuckin' staring at" She asked, I was taken aback and muttered
something about being on my way.

   "Its only my poxy kid makin' my life a misery, whats' a mother gonna
do?, I gotta work and she's gotta be looked after, fuckin' kids"

   I didn't know how to answer and what I did say seemed very lame,

   "Er, can I help at all" I grimaced at how it sounded,

   "What could you do, I'm late for work already.  Come on Julie get yer
arse in gear" she addressed me and the child in the cubicle at the same
time.

   "Well I suppose I could babysit her till you've finished"

   the woman stopped and thought, "You'd do that, you don't even know us,
you're either a do good Christian or a pedo, still, either way I'm a winner
all right mate, I finish my shift at two thirty, get her back here by then,
although I wouldn't care much if you didn't.  The last part was a give away
line, borne out of her frustration, but what kind of caring mother would
leave her kid with a total stranger anyway, and she was right about one
thing she thought I might be, I was indeed a pedo as she put it.

   "Hey Julie, there's someone here who's going to look after you till I
finish at the bar, you be fuckin' good and do as he tells you"

   she gave me a big wink, I didn't know what she meant by it, although I
had a shrewd idea.  The child called out that she wanted to go with the
mother, but the woman just snorted and told the child to deal with it, she
told me that Julie was seven, and the father had `pissed of' after she was
born, "If you wanna touch her up and that, you can, but don't mark her
where it can be seen, all I need is for the authorities to get involved"
she said in a slightly hushed voice as she made to leave.

   I stood there outside the smelly cubicle, with my mouth gaping, hardly
beleiving what I had just heard.  I heard the child rustling with her
clothes as she dressed, the lock turned and the door opened, and a vision
stood there, straggly long brown hair, a shabby dress that had seen better
days, she was about three feet six, small for her seven years, she was
tugging at her dress getting comfortable.

   "Did my mummy leave" she said in a sweet but slightly desperate voice

   "Yes my love, you'll have to come to my flat while mummy's at work, its
nice and warm there, and we can have some food, unless you'd like a pizza
or a burger"

   The child visibly brightened when I mentioned food, she surprised me by
grabbing my hand and almost tugging me from the lavatory.  We walked along
the street and into the shopping centre, she pointed at the Kentucky Fried
Chicken place, we went in and I told her to have what she liked, we ordered
and left, it wasn't far to my flat, we went in and I got some plates and
turned the heating up.  We sat and ate in relative silence, she ate
ravenously as if she hadn 't eaten for days.

   "Well you really needed that didn't you" I said to break the ice I had a
beer in my hand and had poured her a coke.

   "I wouldn't mind some beer" She said

   I asked her if she didn't think seven was a bit young for beer, she said
that her Uncle harry, and her uncle mike both let her drink beer, when they
looked after her,

   "Oh do they indeed" said suspiciously "and what does your mum think of
that" I added.

   "She doesn't give a shit" the child said abruptly long as she gets to
work, and I don't bother her, she don't care"

   I rather suspected that, and I got her a beer and poured some in a
glass.

   "They say it's a reluctant" she said

   "Relaxant you mean, anyway what is?" I answered

   "You know the beer, they say it's to relax me, when they...you
know...want to play dirty with me"

   my cock stood to attention, hearing a small child talk like that is so
sexy.

   "Oh really" I almost croaked "and how do they play, er, dirty with you"
I enquired

   She swigged her beer, and looked at me quizzically, I hadn't yet looked
at her properly, my eyes travelled over the small form, she had her head on
one side, her big hazel eyes were intoxicating, they seemed to draw me in,
the dimples in her cheeks where the baby fat hadn't completely disappeared,
the marked cupid's bow on her beautiful lush child lips slightly parted, a
dribble of beer ran from the corner of her mouth, I think I was in love.

   "Mum says I shouldn't talk about it, it's a secret thing, that men want,
and if she's gonna keep any friends I should just bloody well put up with
it"

   she was obviously repeating her mothers words verbatim.

   "Go on" I said, my cock painfully tenting my pants.

   "Well, I guess its OK tellin' you you're nice and the food was good. 
Well, all of them are different, Uncle Harry he only wants to look at me,
he gets me to give him my knickers, he smells them as he lifts my dress, he
looks at my pee place for ages, and he strokes his thing"

   she was telling me these things as bold as brass, I was getting so
excited, this kid thought these things were normal, her mother let it
happen to keep these men friends, she obviously earnt a lot of money this
way, and my mind raced on to fun I could have.  Looking at the clock I
noticed that there was four hours before we met her mum again.

   "OK sweety" I reassured, "so what do the other uncles want from you?"

   she told me of one that brought porno to look at with he, he liked Mr
Double stories which he printed out and got little Julie to read the filthy
storiesto him while he masturbated, that really turned me on, I wondered if
she read any single dad or Silvio to him, the thought of her reading about
painful experiences turned me on more than ever.

   Chapter 2

   I decided to make my move.

   "Could I be an uncle" again wincing at how lame that sounded

   "I think you already are one" She said sweetly

   "You got me a nice meal and some beer and its making me feel fuzzy, like
the other night when we had the party"

   I asked her to tell me about the party, and I joined her on the sofa.

   "Well it started when Uncle Joe and Colin his brother came round with
some mates, poker evening I think it was.  I had Vicky my friend round for
a sleep-over, she's eight and we go to the same school"

   Julie stopped for a big sip of her beer, and finished the can, I went
and got another, when I returned she'd put her feet up on the sofa with her
knees up and I could clearly see some sweet knickers, they were originally
white but now quite stained, my cock twitched and grew another inch I would
imagine.  I lifted her legs and sat next to her replacing them on my lap,
and instructed her to continue.

   "Well, uncle Joe kept saying what a pretty little thing I was and how
pretty Vicky is and we were giggling, and he gave us beer, but Vicky didn't
like it, so he gave her a bottle of alco pops, she liked that a lot, Vicky
got a bit tipsy I think and Joe kept flicking her dress up, and made silly
comments about our knickers, they had forgotten the poker game and got
their chairs around in a circle with Vicky and me in the middle"

   she stopped again while she took a long drink.

   "Oh do go on this is getting exciting" I said, then she surprised me by
telling me I could feel her up her dress, I needed no second asking and
slipped my hand up under her hem, I reached her knickers and they were
decidedly damp, from pee I suspect as I doubted that a seven year old would
get wet from sexual arousal.

   "Then Joe told me a strange thing, he wanted me to lift up Vicky's dress
and show them her knickers"

   She put her hand up to her mouth and let out a little giggle as if she
was embarrassed.

   "So I showed them, Joe told me to pull her knickers aside so they could
see what was under them, he even said I should put my finger in the hole
between her legs, we thought it was a right giggle, we were both a bit
tipsy now, Joe and his mates all had taken out their thingys, and they were
rubbing them"

   I had got my fingers in under the sweet little girls knickers and I was
busy playing with her clit, dipping my fingers in past her lovely hairless
pussy lips, her breathing was I believe becoming more erratic, mine
certainly was.

   "One of the men sat on the floor with us and started to take our clothes
off, he stopped with us still in our knickers and socks, one man was taking
some photos with I think he said it was a poloron or something, he told me
to stand over Vicky's head and wee myself through my knickers, I thought it
was really naughty but I'd had a whole beer and so it was a giggle.  I
started to pee and she was soaked, when I'd finished he told her to pee on
me the same way, we were really wet, then they all took their willies and
rubbed them fast, masses of white slippery stuff came out of them and
splattered all over us, iot was all over my face and hair, all down my
chest and over my wet knickers, and Vicky had the same, they told us to
lick it off each other, and we did, then they all peed all over us, and we
were soaking wet."

   She ended her story talking so fast as kids do as if she would forget if
she went any slower.  she was breathless, partly from talking so fast and
partly from my rubbing her immature vagina, I lifted her and skinned her
dress over her head, she sat in her knickers naked from the waste up, I
admired the little pink spots of her nipples, I watched as they grew to
tiny points, I rubbed over them she squirmed, obviously enjoying it.

   "She froze suddenly, I wondered if I had gone too far, she said she
needed to pee desperately, I wasn't surprised, she'd consumed nearly two
cans of beer.

   "Do you want me to go on you, I know my uncles like that" she asked out
of the blue

   "I think that would be very special, shall we put some plastic down?"

   I went to the cupboard and got a roll of polythene, that I used for
decorating to keep the paint off the carpet and I spread it out in front of
the fire.  She, meanwhile was dancing from foot to foot to stop peeing
herself.  I lay down on the sheet and told her to sit straight on my face,
she lowered and her cunt settled on my mouth, the smell of her unwashed
knickers was out of this world, I told her to let it go, as best as I could
with a mouth-full of seven year old twat.

   There is little in this world that can compare to the sensation of being
pissed on by a little girl, there was a rushing sound, and a strong stream
of piss wetted the material of her crotch then the sensation of warm yellow
urine filling my mouth and flooding my face, dripping down my chin, I felt
wonderful, the smell, the feeling!

   Julie finished at last, and sat there as I breathed in her little girl
smell, musky cunt and pissy knickers, I sucked the last of her piss from
the material, and lifted her bottom off me.

   "I'm going to have to come on your little cherub face now" I said, as
much a request as a comment.



   "You talk funny" She commented, I imagine she didn't get a lot of
tenderness in her situation, her `uncles' sounded as if they could get a
bit rough

   she sat on the pool of piss and upturned her face, I started to wank
onto it, it wasn't long before I was cumming strings of boiling spunk, it
splattered first spurt, second, third, six times it erupted on the cute
little girl, her face was plastered, some had gone in her mouth, she
slurped it down, obviously used to the taste, her hair was coated, her eye
lashes stuck up with it, I surprised myself with the amount, more than I'd
ever seen before, she looked like one of those bukkake whores you see on
the internet, only she was seven years old, such a sexy sight., and just
when I thought it was all over she spoke again

   "Are you gonna wee wee now, all my uncles do before they leave"

   well, call me old fashioned, but I couldn't very well refuse such an
invitation.  My cock had gone down now and I told her to open her sweet
mouth, the seven year old scooted up close and put my flaccid member in her
mouth, the soft warm feeling was almost too much and I thought it would
start getting stiff again, but no the beer and the cum had its effect and I
felt the piss rising

   For all the experience I'd had with children, which didn't amount to
much - some furtive groping with my sisters kids when no one was around
mainly - I had never, of course, dreamed I would ever have my cock
positioned in a seven year olds mouth about to let forth my piss.  Her
lovely big eyes stared up into mine, it was all too much the piss came
shooting out, straight down her throat, I pulled back as she started to
gag, it was just inside her mouth, she was swallowing as fast as she could,
but the yellow offering was pouring out of her mouth, cascading down her
sweet chest, and pooling in her knickers.

   I seemed to be pissing for ages and pulled out of her mouth as the flow
reduced to a trickle, I watched as the trickle went in her eyes and she
moved her face under the flow in effect washing under it shook the last
drips off it onto her hair.  I noticed it was getting late

   "Hey, its soon time we went to meet mummy, I was going to give you a
bath, but there isn't really time" I apologised.

   "That's OK" She answered "my uncle's will be home and he loves feeling
me wet with pee, he'll probably add some to it."

   Chapter 3

   As we walked down to the public toilet we talked more, she said that her
mother's friends had been doing this to her longer than she could remember,
she said het mom had told her that it was aged two that it started and
she'd realised that it was a great way to attract and keep men friends, and
make her some needed cash, she said that her mom had told her that she
didn't like her and that she was only an accident, but that if she was nice
to her friends and let them do anything to her without complaining or
blabbing to anyone they would have a nice life.

   So it was a way of life, I asked about what they did, she said that they
were allowed to do anything but not put their willies inside her front, or
her bottom, that quite surprised me, the best I could establish was that it
was to prevent desease...  I think.  She told me that they would spunk on
her, piss on her, they would touch her up, they would kiss and spit on her,
they get her to suck their wives and girlfriends, some would bring their
own children and she would have sex with them, she said that one chap gets
her to crap, and play shit games with his children, she always ended up
puking, but he liked that especially, even getting her to puke in his
mouth, she added that he was s rel dirty man!

   She babbled on and on in an endless stream of dirty stories, she did say
that she was worried when Stan and his wife Caroline came, because they
always wanted to hurt her, and although she didn't mind some of that they
often went too far and she ended up ill in bed.

   I was getting turned on again with all this talk, and I was working out
a way to keep seeing her.  We got to the toilet, and waited, shortly the
mother was tere, she had another woman with her.  Julie greeted her as
Auntie Jean.

   "How's my sweetie tonight?"

   the woman quizzed.  She picked Julie up and sniffed,

   "Wow that's smelling rank, you smell like you've been pissed on" She
observed

   Julie giggled.

   "Mm I must have some licks of you when we get home, does your handsome
friend want to join us,"

   I was taken aback but delighted, it solved how I was going to approach
the mother.  We got in the woman's car and drove to a suburb, it was a run
down neighborhood, we went in a house, quite a large house for the area,
there was a smokey front room, a man and a woman sat with beers watching
porno on a massive TV, they hardly stirred as we entered they the man had
his cock in his hand.

   "Where's Karen and Ami?" Marsha asked, (turns out that is mummy's name)

   "Karen's gone to bed sore, but Ami's in the other room, she took a
beating after we'd finished wit her, she's maybe not too well" we went next
door, Marsha, Jean Julie and I, the place was a mess, under some clothing
in the corner was a naked little girl she must have been about five or six
from her size, she had a ball gag in her mouth strapped around her head,
she was covered in cuts and whip marks, there was a pool of blood under her
pubic area, which had obviously been penetrated by something larger than
she could possibly accommodate, the lacerations covered every part of her
body, her face was black an blue, and there were what appeared to be bite
marks and cigarette burns all over her too, what a mess.

   "Fucking animals" Marsha said "a bit of a slapping Stan said, a bit of a
slapping"

   I left Ami with them I wouldn't leave Julie, she's afraid of Stan and
his wife, they beat up on her a couple of times, more than she can handle,
I hope Karen's alright"

   Karen turned out to be Jean's nine year old, she'd left her with the
dangerous couple because they'd agreed to pay well and Karen really didn't
mind a painful time.  Jean went to check.  I went with Marsha and Julie
back into the lounge.

   "You can fuck off now" Marsha said

   They stood to go, put a stack of cash on the table, the woman, Stan's
wife still had her hand down her jeans

   "She was delicious, little Ami, she didn't like it at all, we started on
Karen, but she likes it, and that's no good for me, doesn't get me going
when they like it, but Ami..."

   she was obviously wanking herself

   "Mmm she was so good, so young, is she still alive?"

   Marsha said that she was still breathing but only just

   "She took it well, she hated it so good, I bit her and I burned her and
Stan hit her for a whole hour, we couldn't find any new places to hit her,
she was still conscious, so we got a stick from the garden and we hammered
it into her cunt and ass, with a hammer, I felt something go I'm sure..."

   Her words tailed off as she drifted into a sex induced memory, sick
fuckers

   "Well you just piss off now, and I don't think we can do business in
future" she added, ads they left they said tat they felt sure we could do
business again, in such a way that I was sure they would blackmail or
something to come back.

   It turned out that little Ami was an orphan kid that they had taken on,
something about payment for a bad debt or something, whatever!  I tried to
patch little Ami up, she was pretty far gone, I couldn't count the cuts and
stripes all over her body, not surprising if she was beaten continuously
for an hour, the child was hardly conscious, she kept drifting in and out,
eyes flickered open, but she wasn't seeing, I doubt if she could feel the
pain even, her cunt was still bleeding, I pulled some large splinters out
of it, there was quite a bit of broken glass around an inside her, it
looked like they had pushed a bottle in her and smashed it.  The child
groaned and stopped breathing I laid her back and covered her over.

   Chapter 4

   Back in the lounge, I told Marsha that Ami was dead, she shrugged

   "Shame really, she'd never been fucked either, now she's really fucked,"

   she smiled at the joke she'd made

   "never mind, there's no one who knows her, and she's virtually
untraceable, well, what are you going to say, you realise that I'm at your
mercy, you could get me into very deep water, or perhaps you could help us,
maybe dispose of the body, maybe become part of our circle...see this"

   she gathered up the money,

   "Eighteen hundred quid here, and there's more where that came from"

   I pondered,

   "Well I had some great entertainment with Julie tonight, she's a rare
little girl, so I suppose you could turn me in also, we won't argue the
point, yes I will help you, and we could do business together"

   Jean and Julie came downstairs leading a little nine year old, rubbing
the sleep from her eyes, she was dressed in a little nightie, with bears in
the front.

   "Oh leave her sleeping Jeannie, stay over Ken here has agreed to join
us, he'll get rid of Ami" Marsha said with a hint of triumph in her voice

   "...how harsh were they with Karen?" she added

   "Well she's intact, lots of welts on the back, though she likes that,
they whipped her cunt which she found sore, it's a mass of red, I've put
soothing cream on it, she said that Stan's wife tried to soothe her cunt by
licking the redness, but she couldn't control herself and started to bite
it."

   Karen started to explain that they didn't like her enjoying her beating,
the woman had pissed in her mouth, but then they decided to beat up little
Ami instead, they were so extreme, that they had to gag her to stop her
screams, Karen had watched for about twenty minutes but got bored the blows
landed in Ami over and over again, she no longer had the strength to defend
herself and rolled about the floor presenting different parts of herself to
the flogger,

   "Ami started off dressed the woman was burning her with cigarettes
through her clothes, and biting her and they both peed on her" Karen
started to tell the story

   "They sat her on a bottle of vinegar, and pushed down on her shoulders,
it went right up her bottom, they played with it for a while, then Stan got
an old stick and they put it on her front hole, they both pulled and pushed
it like a willie in a woman, it was rubbing her and the rough bits were
making her bleed, then he got a hammer and hit the end of the stick, it
went right in her private place, they couldn't pull it out, they were kind
of mad, as I went up to bed they hit the bottle of vinegar in her bum, it
smashed, you could hear it, and although Ami seemed not to have the
strength to scream any more, the vinegar got into the cuts where the
smashed glass was.  I heard them fuck each other for ages after that."

   I decided that we could make a team, and I would get all the kiddie sex
I could handle if I stuck around, getting rid of Ami's body presented no
problems, I did realise that I was in body and soul though, still, I would
derive great pleasure from it.

   In the next chapters, there will be many combinations of sex
experiences, painful and straight as I discover how depraved Marsha, her
daughter Julie, Jean and Vicky, and their circle of friends could be, I
learn a lot and also teach a bit and I lend my particular likes and
perversions to the proceedings.



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   This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and
incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons,
living or dead, is entirely coincidental.