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Rent
by Art S Healing (address withheld)

***

A scummy, trailer trash uncle moves in with his 
brother, sister-in-law and their little girl after he 
wins a sizable sum in the lottery. He insists on 
paying rent out of his new found wealth but it quickly 
becomes obvious that he has reasons other than 
generosity. Good ol' Uncle Buddy is paying the rent 
alright, but what is he really renting? (MMFg, ped, 
nc, rp, drugs, beast, tor, ws, cuck)

***

Author Note: If you like my writing, please look up 
Art S Healing here at the best site on the entire 
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donate. They are very generous to allow us such 
freedom here.  

As always, these stories are symbolic and not a call 
for insanity. Please do not imitate ANYTHING you read 
in ANY story that may involve hurting someone, 
especially a child. You wouldn't murder innocent 
people just because you watched "Natural Born Killers" 
nor would you torture someone because you saw 
"Hostile" so it's reasonable to say that you shouldn't 
do something inappropriate with ANYONE because you 
read it in a story. That would be a sign of insanity. 

These stories should be an outlet only. For me, as a 
casualty of human cruelty many years ago, my 
perspective in these stories is often set through the 
eyes of the victim. If you are the same, then use 
these stories to numb yourself, as I. If, however, you 
have any dangerous temptations in whatever form, 
please use these stories as an outlet and seek the 
help of a professional. The spirits of children are 
fragile, so let them grow naturally or you could 
destroy them for life. 

Trust me when I say, rape and torture NEVER truly goes 
away. At best the pain may only linger and be 
suppressed. Don't invent cruelty; there is enough of 
it in this world as it is.

Thank you. 

***

RENT- part one
By Art S Healing

When he first came to live with us, I didn't think 
much about it. I had hardly even seen Uncle Buddy 
before then, but he soon seemed to be everywhere. So 
he had won a lottery (a secret I was told to keep) and 
instead of a big mansion, he moved into our lousy 2-
bedroom trailer we had our in the middle of nowhere 
and paid rent. I know he only won $250,000, but still, 
that's a lot of money. Maybe he couldn't have bought a 
ga-zillion dollar home, but he could have gotten a 
really nice place and never had to rent again. 

My parents and I had been living out in a small, semi 
white trash mobile home out the country for my entire 
life- all 8 years of it. During that time, my 
obnoxious Uncle Buddy had come over here and there. He 
was a hillbilly-ish man, but lived a few hours away, 
so he only left his flea infested single bedroom shack 
and visited every once in a while (my parents and I 
went over there a few times and he lived like a pig). 

He called and told us the good news about the lotto 
and that he'd be coming over for a visit and staying a 
while. He also insisted on paying rent while he was 
there. Uncle Buddy had been talking to dad on the 
phone, and dad was relaying to mom as I openly 
eavesdropped. All that money! I thought for sure he 
was going to by me a pony or something. After dad hung 
up the phone, he and mom had private time (AKA grown 
up conversation) and mumbled something to mom. 
Alright! They had to be talking about my surprise 
pony!

It was a couple of days before my uncle arrived and he 
had little more than a pillow, blanket and toothbrush. 
I couldn't understand why he now had so much money, 
but still dressed and lived like a pig. Why would he'd 
chose to live in a cramped up tin can with us when he 
had so much money?

It started out kind of mild in comparison to what it 
became later, but there were little signs of his 
crudeness. Like I remember watching Grizzly Adams 
reruns my father owned, and my Uncle (after chugging 
his beer followed by a king-sized belch) mentioned 
that it was based on actual events. He asked dad if he 
thought that Adams had ever let that bear "fuck him in 
the ass". 

Dad had always avoided using naughty words around me 
(although I'd picked up a few of them from TV) and I'd 
never even heard him say so much as a "damn" or "hell" 
before, yet he responded to Buddy by saying, "I don't 
know, but if it were me, I'd be too afraid he'd fuck 
me to death. If nothin' else I bet that Adams guy 
jerked off half the goddamned day. A man can only be 
horny for so long, ya know?"

"I hear ya. But I'd still need to stick my prick in 
something every now and again. Fuck something every 
once in a while, ya know."

I knew these were bad words even though I had only 
heard of a few of them and had no idea of their 
meaning. I looked over at my mom. I could tell she 
wasn't thrilled that they said that in front of me. 
She looked like she was thinking about what exactly to 
say about it. I think Buddy saw this too, because he 
gave her this "I-dare-you-to-say-something" look. When 
he did, she just kind of shrugged it off by saying 
something to me about men being such pigs, chuckling 
and shaking her head. I didn't really get it at the 
time, so I just laughed it off too.

I would get up every morning to him sleeping on our 
couch in his boxers, a dirty wife beater and sometimes 
a thin red robe that looked as if it should have been 
put out to pasture in the dry-cleaning museum a long 
time ago. He was sort of fat, balding, and always 
smelled like cigarettes, beer and Cheetos. He would 
just lounge on our couch and slowly get fatter. 

We had to work around him with almost everything we 
did, and mommy used to cook for him, clean his 
clothes, and essentially wait on him hand and foot. As 
mom would bend over, Buddy would walk up so his crotch 
was right up on her slumped over ass. That progressed 
into him rubbing her ass and eventually lifting up the 
hem of her skirt so we could see mommy's pretty 
panties. Then he'd yank them down to her knees or 
ankle so we'd all see her ass and cunt. 

Somewhere along the way he had begun to lift up mom's 
shirt and jerk her bra up, exposing her subtle tits. I 
remember when Buddy had mom pinned up against the wall 
one time and abruptly felt her up right in front of 
daddy and me. As he openly fondled mom, he said, "Look 
at these titties. I bet you both liked sucking on 
these things right here," and he bent down and 
sloppily sucked on my mother's nipples like a starving 
calf. 

Mom moaned out before she caught herself. Try as she 
might to hide her enjoyment of it all, her face 
betrayed her as much as her popping nipples. She was 
getting off on it, cloaked by a blanket of fake 
indifference. Dad would mostly pretend not to notice 
but I would stare wild eyed, grinning. I loved how mom 
was so submissive. She would just stay in whatever 
position she was poised in until Buddy finished using 
her, then she would continue on with whatever she was 
doing like nothing had happened, although she'd seem a 
bit introverted. 

I loved it when I saw Buddy come up behind her as she 
cooked a stew and yanked down her skirt and panties. 
Mom gasped, but said nothing. He kicked her legs 
apart, dropped his boxers and fucked her raw from 
behind. Again, daddy never said an ill word about it, 
even as mom panted like a whore. He just watched with 
a poker face as we listened to the grunts and rhythm 
of their skin slapping.

It was about that time I started to notice mom and dad 
taking "vitamins". They got all zombied out after they 
took them. At the time I didn't understand, but of 
course now I know they were taking painkillers or 
ecstasy something. Buddy bought them by the suitcase 
full, calling it a healthcare benefit bonus to go 
along with the rent money. That may have been when mom 
started to actually enjoy the abuse while she was 
buzzing on pills. But things slowly got even further 
and further out. 

Now, Buddy kept walking into my bedroom without 
knocking, saying he must have taken a wrong turn. Well 
the trailer consisted of only two bedrooms and one 
bathroom. How many times could he have gotten lost? I 
may have been only 8 but I wasn't stupid. It's not 
like it bothered me though. Actually I thought the 
attention was kind of flattering. 

At first I had thought it was more or less random, but 
then I realized the times he'd come in was also when I 
was most likely to be getting dressed or undressed, so 
I tested him a few times. I'd conveniently mentioned I 
was going to get ready for bed or that something about 
the clothes I was wearing were irritating me and I was 
going to change. Sure enough, here Uncle Buddy would 
come be in seconds behind me, saying "Oops- sorry, 
wrong turn. I was goin' to take a piss." Then he'd 
just stand there making small talk as I kept 
undressing and toiled with getting on my new change of 
clothes. 

His stares seemed to burn straight into my pussy. 
After a time or two of getting naked for him and 
giving him some drawn out and generous shots as I 
changed, I'd also got the idea to "drop" my clothes as 
I pretended to struggle with the great difficulties of 
getting dressed and undressed. I would stoop over to 
pick them up, knowing he could see my puffy cunt 
mounds and asshole from behind and this gave me 
wonderful tingles. 

A few times I stalled being naked in front of him by 
putting on my shoes before any other item of clothing, 
sitting on my bed and opening my legs out as I did. 
Then I'd pretend to realize what I had done; we'd 
laugh at my silliness for doing such a thing. Then I'd 
get up and turn to angle my ass to him and bend over 
to slowly remove them. I did this a number of times, 
and even the very first time I knew he didn't believe 
for a second that was a legitimate mistake, but it all 
seemed like playful fun. Soon he got more physical 
with me.

As I was bent over he'd come up to me and pretend to 
help me get dressed and undressed. It was really drawn 
out as he conveniently let his face get just inches 
from my exposed cunny and talk. I still remember how 
excited I got as I felt the warm air flow from his 
mouth, and his lips and tongue would discretely bump 
my pussy as he spoke. 

Sometimes I would pretend to get something from the 
bottom drawer of my dresser, and for some reason I'd 
have to get down on my hands and knees to tug it out. 
Completely naked already, I'd keep my knees very far 
apart and aim my ass at him as I probed around for 
long periods. He'd often get behind me under the guise 
of assisting me and wound up on his knees right behind 
my bare ass. He'd hold his hands pointlessly around my 
tiny waist and I could feel his boner prodding my ass 
and cunt through his thin boxers like it was knocking 
at my door. I kept waiting for him to fuck me like he 
did mommy. I really wanted to know what it felt like.

Soon I took to wrapping a tiny towel around my waist 
before and after I took my baths and trolley around 
that way. The particular towel I usually chose was 
worn out, thin and very short on my little body. It 
was little more than a rag. The way I slung it around 
me, anyone who cared to look could see my nipple and 
the bottom of my cunny-slit at the same time. It 
mostly just covered my tummy and some of my ribcage. I 
loved the redundancy of wearing it. All it did was 
tease and I knew it. Neither of my parents said 
anything when I would do it, but watched me and Buddy 
as he got his eyefuls, especially since I was bending 
over to get things as often as I could. 

Naturally his unhindered barging in started up in the 
bathroom too. I'd be taking a bath and in he would 
come with his fleshy, semi-hard prick dancing out of 
the single button fly of his boxers. The toilet was 
across from the tub so his back was partially turned 
away from me as he peed, but he completely step out of 
his boxers and poised his crotch outwardly so I could 
see his dangling balls, like a wealthy coin purse. Now 
that thing was really weird to me. 

I must have had a goofy grin on my face as I tried to 
work it out. Then he'd turn around like that and act 
like he didn't know I was in there, giving some very 
lengthy bogus reasons as to why he had thought I was 
somewhere else and taking his time as he changed the 
subject. The whole time he spoke he'd let his now 
mostly hard cock wave over me like a magic wand. As 
I'd focus on his amazing thingy rather than whatever 
the hell my uncle was talking about, it would slowly 
inflate and arch up like a horn. It ended up being as 
hard as they come. He'd often put his hands on his 
hips and turn occasionally to the side as he babbled 
so I could see its profile, exploiting his renegade 
cock.

I loved it when I was sitting on the toilet and he'd 
come in, usually with his dick already out and get 
right in front of me before pretending to notice me. 
He said he couldn't wait any longer to piss and had me 
spread my legs open so he could go between them. It 
usually took quite a while before he could get himself 
to give even scattered off and on pissing. His cock, 
with its road map of veins and swollen mushroom head 
was always hard by then, so I guess it made it 
difficult for him to go. 

I would find it amusing to what his fictitious 
exaggerated straining grunts and all of his starts and 
stops. He'd cross his eyes and poke his tongue out the 
side of his mouth, making really funny to me. Then 
while straining at some point, he'd pee all down my 
front. My stomach, thighs and pussy got covered in 
smelly beer piss. After a time or two of doing that, 
he'd aim his big dick so it sprayed me all over my 
face. 

I didn't know how to react until my uncle started 
laughing, but not at me. He laughed at himself, saying 
he's going to change his name to "Mister Goofy-Silly-
Willy-Man" for being so silly. This made me laugh 
about it too and his rank, warm piss pour into my open 
mouth. It was nasty, but the nastiness of it made it 
so sexy. I was so damned excited that I just let it 
pour in- even flattening my tongue out to allow it to 
roll down my throat like a waterslide.

"What a good little slut you are. Look at you drinking 
it down... what a good little piss-whore," he said 
with a shit-eating grin.

Since I knew that he liked it so much, I kept doing 
it. His penis got closer until it was right up to my 
face and aiming directly in my mouth. He kept on 
tapping at my lips; open or closed. It could taste his 
residual urine but I'd pretend not to notice. After a 
pause, he went back to his yammering about something 
or other. 

The whole time really liked to flap it around my lips 
when I was answering a bullshit question from him. It 
was like having an ambitious paparazzi microphone 
shoved in my face when I spoke and I would exaggerate 
the way I talk as an excuse to keep my tongue tapping 
it and my mouth opening and closing. 

He never pushed it in or anything. It was all very 
playful to me. I really liked having my uncle's cock 
as my piss fountain. I was so tempted to touch it- 
play with it, I didn't know if it was part of the game 
or not, but it was fun. What if I wasn't supposed to 
touch it yet- what if it ruined the game? I'd just 
allow it to barely slip "unnoticed" in and out of the 
cleft of my mouth as I talked. To this day I couldn't 
tell you a single thing my uncle and I were babbling 
about during those sessions. I was way too distracted 
flapping my lips while we pretended not to notice.

After three or four times of this, after he came in 
during bath time or toilet time and pissed on me, he 
began to rub his boner off as he spoke. At first he 
acted as if was some subconscious thing he was doing. 
He'd tap my mouth over and over again with the tip of 
it. Sometimes I'd end up drinking or bathing in his 
piss as he did it, sometimes not. Mostly he would jerk 
off, tapping my lips and face as he did. 

Of course his game was impossible to not notice, but 
I'd just have fun pretending. Then after a while of 
this he would leave. But I did notice that he would 
stay in there with me for longer and longer periods 
each time, all the while his slow cock-buffing had 
gradually become outright masturbation- fast and hard. 
This happened a few times a day over the course of 
about a week. Each time he'd go on doing it for a 
little while longer than the previous time and then he 
would leave before his orgasm (although I didn't get 
that at the time, of course). 

However that didn't last long. After a week he would 
end the show by cumming. Whether I was using the 
toilet and he did it standing right in front of me or 
I was the sprawled out in the tub, he'd shoot his cum 
all over my face and body. More often than not he 
would aim at or directly into my mouth. I didn't mind 
the taste so much and thought it was fun as hell. He 
would play this game with me a lot. Afterwards he'd 
act like nothing had happened and so would I. I never 
even asked him what the glue-like plops and speckles 
spattering me were even though I was curious. It 
somehow seemed like it would spoil the game. 

Besides, I figured I would eventually work it out or 
someone would explain it to me at some point. That's 
usually how things went in my childish world.

Then in addition to the bathroom parties, I started to 
awaken in the middle of the night to Uncle Buddy 
standing over me naked, jerking off and being 
obviously noisy about it, like he wanted me to wake 
up. Actually it's more he wanted to wake up the whole 
trailer. Each time he had already pulled down my 
covers all the way and bunched my nightie over my 
little nipples without waking me. 

I had intentionally worn no panties to bed after the 
second time it happened and turned on the extra 
nightlight so he could see my pussy better. I spread 
my legs for him, pretending that I was waking up and 
drifting right back off without realizing what was 
happening. Through squinted eyes in my shadowy room, I 
saw him pump his prick faster and pant and moan even 
louder after my little spread-shot gift. 

In fact, he was being so loud that I guarantee mommy 
and daddy could hear his jerk off sounds. He'd even 
shout out an uber-groan. He was like an attacking 
jungle predator as he growled out loudly, leaned into 
me and sprayed dollops of white, ropy cum spurts all 
over my pussy, chest and/or face, often licking it off 
afterwards. Each night I'd wonder why mom and dad 
wouldn't come in. Anyway, after my uncle left my room, 
I would finger my cum-coated virgin slit until I had 
my own orgasm. I usually would taste his cum as I 
masturbated. 


PART 2

Then after one morning of that, I remember getting up 
to watch Saturday morning cartoons. My Uncle was 
usually asleep, this time he was actually sitting up 
and off of the couch. True; he was sitting in my 
daddy's reclining rocking chair, but he had moved off 
the couch for something other than using the bathroom 
or fucking with me. I saw several crushed, empty beer 
cans and one he was just opening in his hand. He was 
already working on getting drunk. 

Like so many other times he was in his wife beater and 
blue boxers. He had a three day scruff and hadn't 
brushed his thinning hair. None of that was anything 
new; he looked like a slob. The only thing along those 
lines that he was good at, was keeping his teeth 
clean. It figures he'd be good at oral hygiene. He 
liked oral things.

I toddled in wearing my pink, flowery nightie which 
came down to my knees and my favorite pair of 
Strawberry Shortcake panties and I had already done my 
morning freshen up ritual. As I entered the living 
room, I paused only long enough to comprehend that 
Uncle Buddy wasn't going to be sleeping through me 
watching cartoons this weekend. I blinked at him.

"Hey Emma. How's my favorite little slut doing this 
morning?" he asked. 

"Uh-kay, Uncle Buddy," I said as I rubbed my eyes at 
the brighter lighting of the living room.

"Mm, you look pretty when you first wake up," he said. 
"Like a little flower with morning dew. A little 
flower that's wants a bee to buzz inside her- maybe 
wiggle its stinger around. Little budding flowers like 
that shit. Little flowers like yours."

I wasn't sure what on earth he meant by that, but 
taking it as a compliment, I said "Thank you. What-cha 
doing up so early, Uncle Buddy?"

He burped under his breath. "Nothing but waiting to 
see my adorable little niece, a'course. Why don't you 
turn on the TV and sit here with your good ol' uncle 
and we'll watch cartoons together," he patted his lap.

I didn't think much of it and did as he told me. I was 
watching the Smurfs when I felt his hand come to rest 
on my knee. It barely distracted me, however I soon 
felt something big hardening under my bony bottom. I 
knew it was his thing. Then his hand was now gently 
sliding under my nightie hem and it was very 
distracting. Even though it did feel really good, I 
was after all 8 years old after all, so it wasn't long 
before my attention went back into the repetitive plot 
of Gargamel launching some stupid plan to destroy the 
Smurf village. 

Before I had gotten up that morning, I'd put on those 
panties because despite me loving to give him full 
access, I also liked the idea of making him work a bit 
for his reward- a little bit of teasing. So it wasn't 
long before I felt Uncle Buddy touch my cunny through 
my panties. Now I was getting more interested in the 
tingles I was feeling. The warm moisture and 
escalating quiver that gyrated in my tiny pussy was of 
course much more enticing than the survival of the 
Smurf village and so I instinctively widened my legs 
under the sly guise of a morning stretch.

I actually felt Uncle Buddy's face tense up against 
the side of my head-top, believing it to be a smile. 
He leaned his lips onto my cheek and kissed me softly. 
Then he added a subtle but long lick. I smelled his 
beer breath and found for the first time that I didn't 
mind it so much. 

My legs were now comfortably resting on the outside 
sides of his knees; just dangling. He very slowly 
opened his legs- more and more, which in turn made 
mine open up more too. I knew what he was up to and 
smirked to myself. I was just enjoying the feelings 
when he smoothly pulled the crotch-leg hole of my 
panties to the side, fully exposing my aroused 
prepubescent. 

At first he was curling his fingers open and closed 
like a very slow, gentle tickle.  Then he used his 
other hand to open my virgin fuck-hole. With my puffy 
little mounds opened wide, he used his bare index 
finger to wiggle around my like an exploring inchworm. 
I was now very wet in my cunt enough so that we could 
actually hear it. All of the squishy-slurp sounds and 
I could smell my own juicy horny sweetness. 

I'm sure Buddy could too. I loved the indescribable 
naughtiness of it all. Both of our breathing 
increased- especially mine and an escaped mew 
occasionally slipped out with my hastened panting. I 
knew that officially I wasn't supposed to be touched 
down there, but the way mommy and daddy had been 
acting lately, if they ever found out about this, I 
doubted we'd be in serious trouble.

Then without thinking, I raised and bent my knees up, 
drawing them back to rest the bottoms of my feet on 
arms of the chair. It was a very exaggerated spread, 
probably leaving little doubt in my uncle's mind that 
not only wasn't I going to complain about what he was 
doing, I was offering him unlimited access to my 8 
year old cunny. 

He took full advantage of the open territory I now 
offered to him, and his finger-play gradually became 
harder and more of a rubbing than a tickle. Now my wet 
cunny was burning hot as the echoes of this naughty 
act bounced around in my head and engorged my pleasure 
centers. At that point I doubt I cared any more about 
getting caught than Uncle Buddy did. In fact I think 
it only made it more exciting for us. I doubt it was 
physically possible for his cock to have gotten any 
harder or my pussy any wetter.

Then I heard the familiar creaks of footsteps and 
mumbling coming down the trailer hall. Mommy and daddy 
were coming and I kept expecting Uncle Buddy to yank 
his hand back, but he didn't seem worried about it so 
I suppose I didn't either. Then they were there. Both 
of my parents stopped just as they entered the living 
room. 

They stared at my exposed pussy with a look of shock. 
I kept expecting them to finally say something, and I 
thought mom was about to, but Uncle Buddy cut her off. 
Still proudly showing my molested pussy to them as he 
rubbed it, he said, "Hey you two. Good Morning. Remind 
me to pay you the rent today. I think I'll throw in a 
big bonus on the count of you being my favorite 
relatives. A big bonus."

My mom forced a pretentious smile. "Oh, okay, Buddy. 
Thank you." 

"Now I told you to call me Uncle Buddy. Don't be a 
stupid bitch."

"I'm sorry, Uncle Buddy," said my mother, still 
looking at my cunny being masturbated by our drunken 
house guest.

"That's better," he proclaimed. 

Then I saw mommy break her eyes from my pussy 
fondling, "G'morning sweetie," she said, finally 
looking me in the eyes.

"G'morning mommy... m-morning daddy" I stammered 
sweetly, keeping my legs open wide for them. I felt 
like I had some strange control over them both in that 
moment and I loved it. "We're watchin' the Smurfs and 
stuff," I said. Of course it was the "stuff" that mom 
and dad seemed to be stunned over. But my dad just 
pressed passed my mom and sat on the couch where Uncle 
Buddy usually was. Mom walked into the small, open 
kitchen and started breakfast. Getting cocky, I turned 
a giddy smile to my father. He weakly smiled back and 
looked at his brother to say, "Can I have a beer, 
Buddy?"           

Uncle Buddy let go of the hand he was using to open up 
my mounds but kept rubbing my pussy as he handed dad 
the beer. He continued to softly masturbate me as they 
drank and talked like nothing was going on. Once Uncle 
Buddy started moving faster and not neglecting my 
little clitty, I felt a powerful sexual build up. As 
my daddy watched and just after my mommy came back in, 
I began to lift my little hips up and down in timing 
with my Uncle's big fingers, shamelessly grinding into 
his expert surface massaging until I gasped in a 
breath and panted very heavily. 

A sudden hot, tingling fever of sexual tension raced 
through my young body, and after some deep panting, I 
squealed out into an amazing and unexpected orgasm. I 
showed no shame as I exploded through those glorious 
few seconds so dramatically, tensing into my first 
real orgasm caused other than my own surreptitious 
hand. It felt a thousand times better too. My last few 
squeals were almost exaggerated on my part because 
(not understanding at the time) I think I wanted to 
rub my parents face in the fact that I was getting off 
in front of them. 

There was a time not long before when they would fuss 
at me for wiping my pussy too long after I peed; 
especially mommy. Nothing sexual was ever spoken in my 
family and looking back, mom and dad must have worked 
hard at not letting me know when they fucked. That or 
they never did it. I was always terrified to pleasure 
myself before. They'd of lost it if they ever caught 
me, I'm sure. 

Now, here I was, blatantly getting off my 8 year old 
mound right in front of them by my daddy's very own 
brother. It was an incredible kaleidoscope of pleasure 
as the tunnel of my virgin cunt had spasm after spasm 
which shuttered throughout my trembling body. When I 
finally came down, I was panting and ready for more. I 
groggily smiled at dad. My daddy had a major poker 
face and my mom just softly cleared her throat from 
the open area of the kitchen and said, "Would you guys 
like blueberry or buttermilk pancakes?"


PART 3

There were a few incidences throughout the day, but 
later that evening something amazing happened. Mom, 
dad, Uncle Buddy and I were watching TV in the living 
room. Mom and dad were dressed in full pajamas and as 
daddy sat in his recliner, my mom was in her usual 
seat too; which was a beefed up, comfy red rocking 
chair close to my side of the couch. There I was, 
curled up into a girlish S, wearing my long, white tee 
shirt which I sometimes slept in. 

Underneath I wore a fresh pair of white cotton panties 
which eagerly waiting for Uncle Buddy to work his way 
passed them so he could toy with my eight year old 
cunny again. I hoped Uncle Buddy wouldn't wait until 
my parents were in bed. I really wanted him to use me 
in front of them. 

Sitting on the far end of the couch from me was Uncle 
Buddy. There was so much room in between the two of us 
it was as if an invisible person was there. The 
recliner Daddy was in stood right next to the side of 
the couch where Uncle Buddy sat. They were separated 
only by a small, square beer-ring stained table. 

Buddy was unshaven and in his boxers, dirty white wife 
beater and partially cloaked by his infamous red robe. 
I glanced over at him and I could see something poking 
straight out from his just under his soft belt. The 
front of his tied robe was parted and the front of his 
boxers seemed to be trying to escape. While a 
commercial was on, Uncle Buddy took it upon himself to 
hoist off the couch and pop in a DVD. As he walked 
back to the couch, I watched him- his pokey-lump, 
which he was certainly doing nothing to hide; quite 
the contrary. I was very curious to see his thing 
again which was straining to get out of his underwear.  

"It sure is hot in here," said my uncle. He then 
dropped his robe to the floor, followed by his boxers. 
Now totally naked and sporting an erection, he walked 
so he was directly in front of where I was sitting on 
the couch. He just stood there for a moment and 
pretended to stretch. That black tuff of coarse hair 
above his hard, springy cock was posed just inches 
from my face again. 

He purposefully pushed his hips towards me farther and 
yawned, inching even closer as he stretched. It 
finally got so close to my lips that I could have 
easily licked the tip of it without so much as moving 
my head. For some reason I thought it was funny as 
hell because it was so silly and bouncy, yet at the 
same time I found it hypnotically fascinating and felt 
strange sensations drawing me in. 

My pussy tickled me as if it was trying to get some 
attention and I glanced around and my parents were 
watching straight faced but said nothing. Again I 
looked back at his mysterious thingy again just as it 
touch my lips. I said something stupid and irrelevant 
just to have an excuse for my lips to open and close 
around his cockhead. 

Uncle Buddy finally stopped "stretching" and flopped 
back down where he was before, on the other end of the 
couch from me. He sat with one of his legs folded so 
his open thigh facing upwards, his knee touching the 
backrest and his other foot dropped flat on the floor 
which gave me a perfect view of his huge hard on and 
balls. I was in awe. It aimed straight in the air like 
it was ready to blast off. 

I guess that's when the movie he'd put in got passed 
its warnings and copyright crap, because all of the 
sudden I heard a girl moaning. When I tore my eyes to 
the TV screen, some flat chested, pussy shaved, barely 
legal blonde was get slammed by some balding older 
guy. After a few seconds of that, I looked back at my 
uncle. He was staring at me and playfully stroking his 
cock up and down. 

Having learned the trick, I faked a yawn and 
stretched, repositioning myself so my legs were spread 
wide. I could feel cool air seeping through the leg 
holes of my panties, caressing my virgin slit. He 
stared at my panty-clad pussy as he stroked. "Damn-
fuck, Leo, your daughter is quite the little slut, 
huh?" My young mind wasn't sure what he meant by that, 
but I took it as a compliment. 

I let my legs fall farther apart; enjoying Uncle 
Buddy's intense ogling as he stroked himself. I didn't 
know which I liked watching better; this strange 
appendage he was stroking or the way his eyes 
glistened as he stared at my crotch. Without a second 
thought I pulled my loose white cottons over to one 
side so he could see my cunt in all of its natural 
adornment. Then, still holding the crotch of the 
panties to the side, I used my other hand to fondle my 
pussy. 

It's not like I never did it before, I just had never 
done it in front of anyone before. It was such a turn 
on and my brain spun like a top. I was getting more 
wet by the second. At last my gaze met my uncle's and 
we smiled at each other for a moment. Eventfully he 
turned and looked at dad. "Hey, I bet you got a damn 
hard on from fuckin' hell too, don't ya? Seeing your 
baby girl fingering that fine-ass, prime cunt of 
hers."   

"Huh? No... I... wh..." dad blathered.

"Aw admit it, no one can blame you. This shit gave you 
a boner too. Unless you're a fag."

"I'm not gay, I just don't have a..."

"Stand up here," ordered my uncle, pointing to right 
in front of him. I was surprised to see my daddy obey 
without hesitation. I could see the crotch of his PJ's 
were part the way up. "Oh, so you don't have a boner, 
huh? Bullshit. Tell him Princess," said Uncle Buddy. 
"Tell your daddy that he's a horny fucking liar."

I instinctively knew that it was something bad- what I 
was supposed to call daddy. I felt even more excited 
when I did as my uncle told me. 

"You're a horny fucking liar," I repeated, ready to 
burst into laughter.

"That's right, now pull your daddies PJ pants down," 
Uncle Buddy commanded. "I want to see just how hard 
his prick is."

I reached over and yanked them down and his underwear 
all the way to his ankles and my father made no 
attempt to stop me. He and mommy were both blushing, 
but Daddy blushed even more as Uncle Buddy pointed as 
if he was orchestrating a laughing barrage at his 
3/4ths of a boner, causing me to laugh as well. "See," 
said my uncle, "-he IS a horny fucker. Do you like 
seeing your little girl playing with her cunny-fuck-
hole for us? I bet you want to fuck her too. Hear that 
baby? Your daddy wants to fuck you just like that man 
in the movie is fucking that young slut right there. 
Did you know that's that man's little girl? That's a 
daddy and his daughter doing that stuff."

I doubt that now, but then I believed it without 
question. As Buddy talked, I watch daddy's cock 
continue to swell before my very eyes. It was not in a 
mostly-boner stage anymore- not by any means. He now 
had a proud, full-fledged throbbing hard on. It seemed 
daddy like me looking at his cock and all of the dirty 
talk even though he held his head low. 

"See," said my Uncle, "Daddy likes sluts. All guys do- 
especially me. It's what all pretty little girls 
should want to be. Unless they're stupid bitches, and 
you don't want to be a stupid bitch, so you must want 
to be a slut- like that little girl on TV. Just listen 
to that whore getting off on getting fucked by her 
daddy in her ass like that. She loves the shit, just 
like you will when you get fucked by a cock. You want 
that too, don't you? You want to be the little family 
fuck-slut, don't you," he nodded affirming his own 
statement to me.

"Uh, huh," I returned the nod, desperate not to go 
against my uncle's wishes even though I wasn't exactly 
sure what he meant. At least he seemed to know what he 
was talking about, so I trusted him completely.

Uncle Buddy smirked and pointed, "That's why your 
daddy here has a big goddamned hard on. He wants to 
fuck his little girl, don't you daddy? Why else would 
you be throwin' a bone like that? It ain't 'cause you 
like seeing my prick, is it? You aren't a faggot, are 
you? You want to fuck your own daughter."

Daddy glanced at mom with the shameful eyes of a 
scolded puppy before looking back at the floor. "It... 
it isn't that... it's just the movie got me... ya 
know..."

"Really?" interrupted Buddy. "Hey Emma, grab a hold of 
your daddy's prick there," he pointed. "See what 
happens."

My hands immediately launched for daddy's dick. "Good 
girl" said Buddy as I grabbed it with both hands and 
started toying with it. It instantly began to pulsated 
and felt so warm. I watched dad's face as he tried to 
control himself. I didn't completely get it at the 
time, but now I understand that he was probably 
thinking about baseball or something distracting. I 
think he wanted not to like it, anyway. It seemed that 
it couldn't get any harder without exploding or 
something. It was a seven inch toy for my tiny 
exploring hands. I even fiddled with his ball sack a 
little. It was great to have my daddy so vulnerable.

"See? Movie my ass," said Uncle Buddy. "He looks like 
he's about to cum any second. Boy, he must really want 
to fuck you, you little slut. Emma, tell your daddy 'I 
know you want to fuck me'."

"I know you wanna fuck me, daddy." I looked at dad 
with a flirtatious smile. I felt like I wanted to rub 
what I was doing in mommy's face for some reason. I 
knew Buddy and I had total control here, and mom would 
just have to accept whatever I did. I wanted to test 
that so I said, "Hey Uncle Buddy, I think that... I 
don't think that mommy wants me to do this... err, 
nothing."

"That's because your mommy is a stupid bitch. Tell her 
that."

I turned to my mom. This was getting fun. I couldn't 
believe how submissive my parents were being and I 
loved it. "Hey mom... you're a... you're just a stupid 
bitch."

"That's right, Emma," praised Uncle Buddy. "Call her a 
dumbass cunt. You should always play with every cock 
you see."

"You're a dumbass cunt, mom," I said.

"Fucking twat," he said, which I then repeated.

Uncle Buddy gave mom dagger-eyes, and she lowered her 
head, saying, "I know, I'm sorry." She didn't sound 
very convincing, but Uncle Buddy and I didn't care. We 
laughed at her anyway.

"Tell your daughter how nice it is to play with cocks. 
And you'd better mean it."

"You should always play with every cock you can, baby. 
It's a good thing if you do."

"Goddamned right," hacked Buddy. "Just look how hard 
your daddy is, little girl. He must like it. A cock 
can't lie. Which cock do you think is harder, baby? 
Mine or your daddy's? See if you can feel a 
difference."

I played with my dad's prick for a second longer and 
then I switched to Uncle Buddy's. "Mm, they feel the 
'bout the same to me. It's a tie," I said flatly. 

Buddy looked at my mom. "Hey wanna-be whore, which one 
of us do you think will cum first, me or your 
husband?"

"I... I'm not sure, Buddy," she replied.

"Uncle Buddy!" he corrected angrily.

"I'm sorry. Uncle Buddy." 	

"Let's find out. See that sexy lil' girl on TV? See 
how she's sucking on her daddy's prick? I bet she'd 
like to such her uncle's prick too. I bet she wishes 
he was there too." 

"Yeah," I said without thinking.

"That's right," claimed my uncle. "Boy you're smart. 
Now, you want to suck my cock just like her, don't 
you? You want to wrap your little lips around it and 
suck it into your mouth and bob your head back and 
forth, like her. See how she stops to lick it once in 
a while. She was just getting fucked up her ass but 
she still obeyed her daddy and is sucking it clean 
when he told her to. That's because she's a good 
little slut. That's what you want to do to your daddy 
and me, huh Emma?"

"Yeah," I said robotically yet sincerely. Whatever 
Uncle Buddy wanted. This was getting more fun by the 
moment.

"First me," he said. I scooted closer and bent down, 
although I was so short compared to him that I didn't 
need to bend down very far, and in a half a second I 
was doing as the girl on TV. Buddy moaned as I rolled 
my tongue over the areas the girl did; now I know the 
more sensitive parts. Still sporadically eyeing the 
educational fuck-flick on TV, I would draw my head 
back and dive it back down over and over, bobbing my 
head like a true cocksucker. I was on the verge of 
gagging yet still could only get about third of his 
thick cock in my little mouth. That didn't seem to 
bother him though. 

I used my tiny hands to compensate by holding the part 
to far down for me to deep throat. I was already 
getting the hang on how it worked. I think Uncle Buddy 
liked me learning from his porn and I loved sucking 
him off. He would moan and I would peer up at the TV 
to imitate stuff without missing a beat. He kept 
calling me a "good slut" and a "little 8 year old 
whore" as his rubbed the top of my head. "You're a 
good little cocksucker, aren't you, you little whore," 
he groaned. Then after a few minutes of this, he said, 
"Now do your daddy like that."

"Buddy, please," said my daddy in a private whisper. 

"See Emma...? Your daddy is saying 'please'. He wants 
you to do it. Show him what a good cocksucker you are, 
little girl. Show your daddy."

Even back then I knew daddy wasn't saying please like 
he was anxious, but rather like he didn't want to be 
put in that position. I'm sure he knew he wouldn't be 
able but to get off on it. I just thought that made it 
funnier. Buddy just smiled at daddy and directed him 
to lean towards me. 

When he obeyed, I held my daddy's cock at its base and 
swallowed as much of it as I could without gagging, 
then I began to awkwardly saw my head to and fro like 
a strutting chicken. This only went on for a few 
seconds when daddy murmured, "no..." Then he gasped in 
a deep breath and immediately his concrete prick spit 
out a pasty goop in my mouth. I instinctively swallow 
all of it and I did it without gagging. 

"Did your daddy just cum in your mouth?" asked Uncle 
Buddy in a mock surprise. 

Assuming what daddy did was "cum" I nodded.

"Lemme see," he said and opened my mouth and stuck out 
my tongue to show him the residual cum which I could 
still taste. "All gone," I concluded with a bigheaded 
smile.

Buddy clapped lightly for me, "I'm so proud of you! 
And so are your mommy and daddy! You're a good little 
slut who likes to suck cocks, just like your mommy! 
What a good girl you are, you little fuckin' whore! 
You're about a damn retard too, aren't you? You sure 
are!"

I beamed with pride and nodded not knowing what any of 
that meant, but knowing that the tone of voice he was 
using made it seem like it was the best thing ever.

I saw Buddy looked over at my mother. "What do you 
think about that? Has he ever cum that quickly for you 
before?" 

Mom solemnly shook her head no.

"What," said Uncle Buddy while cupping an opened palm 
behind his ear as if he were about to catch a sound. 
"I couldn't hear you."

"No, Uncle Buddy," repeated my mother in a defeated 
yet louder voice.

"But he sure got off in his own daughter's mouth, huh? 
He didn't even last a half-a-minute. Are you sure? Are 
you sure that he never came that quickly for you 
before? Never...?"

"No. Never," her voice cracked like it was being 
trampled. 	

"No? He's never cum that quickly for you, yet he has 
for his very own slutty eight year old little girl. He 
shot off in just a few seconds. Hmm, I wonder why?" 
said buddy, sounding as if he was nailing the words to 
my mother. After all of that, Uncle Buddy had me suck 
him off until he came. He ordered mom and dad to watch 
too. It took a while and my jaw was getting sore, but 
I finished him off anyway. I didn't want to disappoint 
him. I wanted to be a good little slut.


PART 4
 
The next day, Uncle Buddy said that he was tired of 
the damn doors getting in the way. He said, "The 
bathroom, the bedrooms... damn, all of this opening 
and closing is gettin' on my fucking nerves." After 
that, I watched all of the doors get removed one at a 
time by the men folk. From then on Uncle Buddy wasn't 
such a couch potato. Instead of walking in the 
bathroom and my bedroom at any time, he was walking in 
every time. As soon as I was in the bathroom he would 
just waltz in, assuring me that he didn't know I was 
in there. Then he'd watch me take a bath or pee. I 
would spread my legs out really wide to piss and wipe, 
letting him see my pussy in all of its glory.

He'd ALWAYS offer to wipe me and he'd do it so 
teasingly that I felt horny virtually all of the time 
now. At the end of the day I'd always finger myself as 
I watched the highlights of the day roll through my 
mind. I know my uncle would watch around the corner 
while jerking off- I saw him, but he never interfered 
or approached. Eventually he would also walk by my 
bedroom very often on the way to nowhere in 
particular, stopping to get an eyeful. He no longer 
cared that I saw him doing it either. I took full 
advantage as an exhibitionist and had some killer 
orgasms. I'd even position myself on the bed so he'd 
get a better angle.

Soon I started craving the attention more than ever; 
obsessively so. So naturally I took to giving him the 
sights he enjoyed so much whenever I could. I 
continued to get dressed and redressed for him, and 
for those few times he had not yet come into my room 
on his own by some amazing chance, I would make up a 
stupid reason to call out for him. I loved being naked 
and squatting and bending over a lot during these very 
slow undressing and dressing acts, spreading my skinny 
legs out to enhance the display. 

Once I called him to my room and he said he was busy. 
Now I think he was just teasing me to see what I would 
do. The thought of missing our session was too much 
for me and so I brought my clothes into the living 
room and did my little show with my parents there. Now 
both my mom and dad were beginning to smirk at my 
playful antics. I'd catch them looking at each other 
and smile from time to time when I did something 
slutty like it was something cute. 

Soon I cut out the middleman altogether and began to 
strut around in next to nothing most of the time. Who 
needs clothes anyway? Although I wasn't always going 
around naked; then where would the tease be? Perhaps I 
would be cloaked in that tiny towel for hours or in 
just my panties and no shirt, or wear a short shirt 
and nothing covering my pussy and ass. Buddy was 
swallowing it all up too; and now it seemed like my 
parents were actually enjoying just it as much as my 
uncle. They would get pretty playful with each other 
as I pranced about. This went on until one night after 
I got up to pee and heard my parents talking quietly 
in there bedroom. 

"I know," said my mom, "but he's not GOING to wait. 
You know that as well as I do. No man who'll do all of 
that stuff is going to put off fucking her until she's 
12, I don't care what he says. He ain't exactly Mr. 
Morals, you know. What if he starts fucking her right 
now, Jessup? She can't be ready for that yet. She's 
barely 8."	

"Relax; Buddy wants to take things slowly. He likes it 
that way. Besides, she was sure READY to suck cock."

"Fucking's different. He's too big for her little 
cooch. What if he causes her permanent damage?"

"He won't. He would never risk us having to take her 
to the hospital. It would all come out," mumbled dad.

"I'm really having second thoughts about this whole 
arrangement."

"Well don't. Do you have any idea how much money we've 
made from this? Ever since you lost your job and they 
cut my hours we've been slowly losing money. Now we 
have a chance."

"But think of our little girl, Jessup."

"I am, for Christ sake. The way we were going, she 
wouldn't get shit out of life. But at this rate we'll 
be able to afford to send her to a good college."

"So, it isn't that it's turning you on then?"

Daddy's answer seemed to get caught in his throat. "I 
didn't... w... no... of course not." Even I knew that 
was a load of crap. I could tell just by the way he 
said it. So did mom, apparently. 

"Yeah right. I'm not too sure about Buddy, but he did 
have a point. I've never seen you shoot off as quickly 
as you did that night. Even when we watched hardcore 
porn before we fuck. Hell, I fucked a dog for you and 
you still never came THAT fast. Then he doesn't do it 
again. I know why. He's teasing you. Trying to make 
you want it more."

"I... no, it was..." daddy signed. "Okay, yeah- okay, 
maybe it was a turn on. I'm sorry, and I hate that it 
was, but I can't help it."

"I know. It's because you're a man."

"Okay, if it's just men, then why was your pussy wet 
as hell when we fucked that night Emma sucked my cock. 
You came how many times...? In fact, if it was such a 
turn off for you, then why'd you want to fuck right 
after that to begin with?"

All was silent for a moment.

"Are you feeling the pills yet? I'm starting to get 
stoned," replied mom.

"Oh? What's this? Trying to change the subject? That's 
what I thought," said dad triumphantly. 

"No," mom replied flatly.

"Mm-hmm. Look, so far Emma doesn't seem to mind any of 
it. She's homeschooled and she doesn't have friends so 
there's no one she can really slip up to."

"Yeah, well, we should tell her it's a family secret 
anyway, just to be safe."

"Okay. I'll tell her tomorrow."

"Well, you could, but it may be hard to concentrate on 
talking with your daughter's lips wrapped around your 
cock."

Daddy said, "Oh, har-har. You think that's funny, huh? 
Well how funny is this...?"

Then they both giggled. I think dad was tickling mom. 
They did that sometimes. Or maybe they were doing 
something else. That's when I sat on the toilet and 
used the noises of their playing to cover my trickling 
pee-pee. In mere seconds they were panting and making 
fleshy slapping sounds. I knew they were fucking. Then 
I crept back to bed without flushing, where I 
masturbated to their distant growing moans and fell 
back asleep.  

The following morning, mom and dad came in to the 
living room and saw Buddy eating out my cunny. I mewed 
and squirmed until he got me off as they watched. I 
had never felt anything so good before. His tongue 
wormed up inside of my hole like a wet snake and I was 
squealing out. I have no doubt that mom and dad could 
hear it all the way back in there room on the other 
side of the trailer before they came up to watch and 
wait. As usual, they didn't say or do anything to 
discourage it. 

Buddy pulled dad aside after we were done and 
whispered something in her ear. Soon after that we had 
a family meeting. I was informed that a wayward spring 
was making the couch uncomfortable for Uncle Buddy and 
from now on he was going to sleep in my bed. 

"Where will I sleep?" I asked with legitimate 
innocence. Don't ask me how I managed to stay naive 
after all that had happened, but I really didn't know 
I was being set up.

"You'll still sleep in your own bed," said daddy. "It 
wouldn't be fair to make you sleep on an uncomfortable 
couch either."

The fact that my uncle could by a thousand new couches 
never even entered my little mind. "Okay," I said, 
shrugging it off. It wasn't until a few minutes later 
that it popped into my mind. My uncle was going to be 
naughty with me all night long. 

That night that followed a very sexually teasing day, 
as he lay with me, we talked for what seemed like 
hours. The whole time, he lightheartedly toyed with my 
nipples and cunny. He found my clitoris and engaged in 
tickle-play. I raised my legs and spread them, hoping 
he would stick his big finger inside my pussy and 
finger-fuck me, the way I often did with myself, but I 
think he liked teasing me too much. He made me feel so 
girlie and special and I was enjoying the fantastic 
cravings and sensations played with my cunny entrance. 

He only dipped his finger in once and caressed my 
hymen for a few minutes. At one point, Uncle Buddy 
randomly mentioned that every little girl should have 
a doggy and he was going to get me one. He said he 
knew someone who had the perfect one and he would 
check into buying him. I couldn't wait and I certainly 
couldn't sleep. Which I guess worked out because my 
uncle saw it fit to molest me all night long. It 
wasn't until the next night however that I lost my 
cherry. It started out as the normal molesting and 
soon became a forceful fuck from out of nowhere. I 
guess you could say it was straight out rape.

After my uncle had me go poop and pee, wiping me 
thoroughly, he got me on my bed and fully naked under 
the guise of changing my clothes for bed.  He was 
wearing only his blue boxers and that skanky old red 
robe. I still remember the feeling I got when I looked 
down and saw the huge bulge propped outwardly from his 
underwear like a teepee. I knew that his cock was in 
its hard mode and for some reason that made me want to 
giggle. Then he swiftly pivoted his body until his 
cock popped out of its confining underwear, making it 
appear as if he didn't notice. 

As always, I couldn't resist staring at its hard, 
veins and upward bend. Then he made every excuse 
possible to pong or rub it up against some part of my 
little naked 8 year old body. Each time it made my 
pussy tingle. I couldn't resist periodically twiddling 
with my tiny clitty. That was easy to do because Uncle 
Buddy stalled getting me into my nightshirt and 
panties by acting as if he kept becoming distracted by 
all these totally random thoughts, pretending as if he 
just forgot what he was doing and went off on some 
wild tangent. Like he was making a bogus full body 
stretch as he leaned over my headboard to find out if 
there was an electrical outlet hidden away there, and 
the whole while his big boner was rubbing against my 
face and especially my lips. 

I allowed the tip to slip into my mouth and I sucked 
it like a hungry baby. I knew that's what he wanted. 
He kept yammering, but his voice seemed shaky as I 
fondled it with my tongue. Other than that, he acted 
oblivious but I knew better. This went on for a time 
until he climb up so both his knees were on either 
side of my pillows and he forced his cock part the way 
into my mouth. 

I gladly accepted it and before I knew what was 
happening, he was face-fucking me at full speed while 
his hands gripped the top of my headboard. No working 
his way up, he just bang like he was fucking an adult 
pussy as my bed squeaked from the pounding. For the 
most part he kept it from going too deeply, but he did 
gag me on and off- I'm sure it was on purpose. 

Then he rammed it all the way down my throat and held 
it there, cutting off my oxygen supply. I was sure it 
wasn't on purpose at the time, since he would never 
ever hurt me, but I pushed against his hips to uncork 
his cock from my mouth. After a few terrifying 
seconds, he casually declared that he had found the 
outlet and finally pulled out, leaving me gasping for 
air. Ignoring my struggle for catching my breath and 
coughing, he acted as if he was irritated by the angle 
of the lampshade by my bed.

"This lampshade is pissing me off. I hate the way it 
makes shadows. I'll just fix that," he claimed.

Readjusting his body so we were closer to a sort of 
missionary position, then proceeded to polish his hard 
prick over my moist cunt and torso; essentially dry 
humping me. I wasn't into it at first because of the 
mild trauma I had just suffered and I pretty much 
ignored it, although my legs still stayed spread out. 
He did this for a little while, the whole time he was 
talking about some bullshit that always circled back 
to something dirty.

In the middle of all this long and drawn out lamp 
shade adjustment he was telling me about how when he 
was 13, he and my daddy fucked their German Sheppard 
bitch while she was in heat. He got very detailed too. 
Saying things like how she kept whimpering because her 
doggy cunt was getting off on it, just like I did. 
"Pussy's pussy, ya know?" Then he said he ass-pounded 
the dog and now that I caught my wind, I made the 
foolish mistake of asking him what that was.

"Well, I can't really explain it- I'd have to show 
you," he said. "First you have to suck my cock and get 
it all nice and wet."  Naturally I was eager to find 
out what it was, so I sucked him off as best I could; 
waiting to find out what new pleasure he had in mind 
for me. The whole time he was moaning and muttering 
things. 

"That's it, you little cunt- you fucking cocksucker. 
Oh fuck, you're a goddamned little girl whore, aren't 
you?" 

After a few minutes he shoved my nearby panties into 
my mouth, telling me to leave it in there. I wondered 
if he did that to the dog he "ass-pounded". After 
ordering me to get up on my hands and knees like a 
dog, he guided my pussy so it was tilted upwards at 
him and he shoved a couple of pillows under my tummy 
which propped me in place. "Drop down to your elbows, 
fuck-rag," he demanded gently- almost sweetly. As I 
did, he positioned himself behind me on his knees and 
stuck his cock up to my tiny twat, moving it up and 
down my damp slit. 

It felt kind of good, and I slipped out a quick 
whimper. "You like that shit, don't you, you little 
slut." I nodded. "Fuckin' little whore," he replied. 
"Yeah, that's just what Uncle Buddy likes." Then he 
slipped it back and forth between my pussy and my 
asshole, sliding my cunt juice around as he assured me 
again how much I was going to love this. He said it 
was even better than when he ate my pussy, which he 
knew I really loved. That was good enough for me. 

I trusted him completely. He had been pretty nice with 
me up until then, except for the "accidental" choking. 
With my guard now lowered, I was very relaxed and 
excited at the same time. He pressed his cock up to my 
asshole with only a slight pressure at first. Then he 
wrapped his big hands around my waist, gripping them 
tightly. 

"You ready, you little 8 year old cock-fucker? Are 
you? Are ready, you little cunt? This is going to be 
the best thing you've ever felt." Again I nodded 
eagerly, expecting pure pleasure. 

Then, with no more lubrication then my own spit and 
pussy juices on the tip of his prick, he very suddenly 
rammed his cock up my ass with full force penetrating 
all the way up to my colon. The pain was excruciating. 
I screamed into my panties, which muffled me like a 
harness. My mind couldn't wrap itself around it all, 
as I was expecting the ultimate in pleasure but 
instead I felt the worst pain of my life. 

No sooner had he gotten his long, thick hose as far up 
my narrow asshole as nature would allow, but he 
instantly withdrew it nearly all of the way out and 
began to plummet in and out of me at an incredible 
speed, pounding without mercy. He leaned over me, 
pinning me completely down to my stomach, even with 
the fluff of the pillows underneath me, and used his 
pelvis to hammer me as if he wanted to tear my little 
virgin asshole to shreds. Using his body to completely 
incapacitate me, he plunged with what must have been 
all of his might.

"Stupid fuckin' whore... take it bitch! Fucking slut-
fuck-rag!" The pain was excruciating and with me 
unable to get my panties out of my mouth because of 
his big arms pinning mine down, all I could do was 
shrill my muffled screams and violently cry from my 
puffy red eyes. His thrusts continued for only a few 
seconds, and then he slowed his pound down to a 
trickle and whispered in my ear, "Oh, do you want me 
to stop?" I did my best to say yes and nodded just to 
make sure he knew. It was starting to get hard for me 
to breathe as my nose was being to stop up.

His cock was still slowly fucking my ass. "Oh, you 
don't like this you mean? I thought all little girls 
love it. Don't you like it?"

"No," my voice still diminished by my panty-gag.

"I can't understand you, slut. Do you want me to get 
off?"

"Yes," I cried, nodding. I was really pouring out the 
tars at this point and I'm sure I wasn't getting 
enough oxygen because I was getting a bit faint.

He finally quit his slow fucking but kept his prick 
buried in me as deeply as it could go. "Oh, you do? 
You want me to get off?" 

Again I nodded eagerly, "Yes, yes!" My words tried to 
find their way passed the gag. It hurt so badly I 
thought I was going to die. The ass pounding was 
horrible beyond words, but I felt so shamefully 
vulnerable with his prick so deep inside me- just 
sitting there like a poised snake, ready to bite 
again. It was so humiliating. It was like just getting 
your ears pierced with a huge needle and somebody 
grabbing and holding it in place. They could rip it 
out at will, and this feeling terrified me. It felt 
like he could use his giant monster to shred me every 
which way until I was torn in half. 

Then Uncle Buddy surprised me by reaching up and 
pulling my panties out of my mouth. "Then say it, 
whore. Say, 'I want you to get off, Uncle Buddy'."

I repeated what he said through my shaky voice, which 
seemed to have fear induced gaps in it. 

"Say it again. Tell me how much you want me to get 
off. And you better mean it, you stupid cunt."

"P... please U...Uncle Buddy... please get off... 
please..."

"Okay, you stupid bitch. I will, if you really want me 
to get off that much."

Then he gently wrapped his hands around my narrow, 
prepubescent hips and very slowly and with great care, 
he began to withdraw. He was cooing on about how he 
was going to pull his cock out so it wouldn't hurt me 
anymore. Then he softly leaned me back so I was off of 
the pillows and in doggy style, although I left my 
front half still set on my elbows, not finding the 
strength to lift up. 

"Shhh, s'okay. I didn't realize you didn't like it." 

I felt woozy, as if I was going into shock. My legs 
shook so badly that I knew I couldn't have walked if 
the house was on fire. He leisurely continued the 
process of pulling out and seemed to hang onto every 
painful moment, every squeak and gasp I made under my 
breath as he made is dick twitch or turn slightly in 
on direction and then another. He was consuming every 
second of my torture and finally his cock was nearly 
all of the way out.

"Last chance, cum-hole. Are you sure you want me to 
get off?"

"Ye... yes," I quietly pleaded so relieved it was 
nearly over. While my dry voice was much clearer now 
that it was panty-free, but it felt tiny and far away 
to me.

"Okay, I'll get off then, since you really, really 
want me to. Let me just put your panties back in just 
for a second so I have both my hands free." he said in 
a chilly, masculine voice as he stuffed the panties 
back into my mouth. With his hard-on all but 
completely out, he suddenly propelled himself back 
inside of my raw anal passage like a bullet flying 
through a barrel. 

He buried it as far as it went, and only held it in 
place long enough to ensure my scream could go the 
distance. As soon as I ran out of breath, he withdrew 
again and began fucking me with such virility that I 
couldn't inhale from my scream. Stars shot about near 
the corners of my sight and much to my gratitude, the 
room went black. I was unconscious.     

***

When I awoke, he had stopped fucking me but still had 
his cock all the way up my asshole. "Oh good. I wanted 
you to wake back up. I don't want you to miss a single 
second. I almost got off without you. We wouldn't want 
that. Hey, I know. Let's add some spice, slut. It's 
the variety of life, ya know." He called out for my 
mom and dad. Surely they would save me. Within seconds 
they were slouching in the doorway, both stark naked 
and daddy with a raging bone.

It was obvious that they were stoned out of their 
minds, even through my blurred eyesight. "Come here 
and help me rape your slut of a daughter," said my 
uncle. Mom and dad scrambled to obey. Buddy jerked his 
cock out of me (making me jump and squeal) and Buddy 
took out my panties, saying, "Don't you want me to 
fuck you in the ass anymore, slut?" 

Even such a tiny word as 'no' seemed like it would 
take too much of my strength to say. I managed 
although it surfaced only as a whisper. 

"Okay then, I won't fuck you in the ass. I'll just 
fuck this virgin twat of yours instead. Under Buddy's 
guidance, they turned me onto my back so my mother now 
rested her open knees near my temples. She sluggishly 
grabbed me up by the ankles, sprawling my legs both 
high and wide. I could feel something liquid trickle 
out my ass. I'm sure now that it was blood. Then he 
told daddy to open my cunny lips as he lined his cock 
up with it up. 

As soon as Uncle Buddy force-squeezed his adult cock 
in my tiny pussy, he began bouncing up and down on me. 
If the bed had squeaked the first time he was ass-
raping me, I hadn't noticed, but for some reason I did 
this time. It hurt so badly and I cried out for him to 
stop, but he didn't seem to care. The springs of my 
bed continued to squeak in rhythm and I strangely 
found myself almost concentrating on it as much as the 
pain in my little tender pussy-hole. 

Maybe my mind needed a distraction or something. Then 
Buddy ordered my daddy to worm his finger up my 
already enflamed asshole, which he obediently did. It 
may as well have been wrapped in sandpaper. Buddy 
slammed me with his full body weight and banged away 
at full force and I felt so full I thought I may 
explode. His potbelly kept popping against my chest 
like a heavy beach ball, making slapping sounds as he 
just grunted away. I was crying again but everyone 
just ignored my shameful tears and muffled peas. 

I couldn't believe this was happening to me. It was 
like I was stuck in some horrible nightmare that 
seemed to go on and on forever. Then my daddy took it 
upon himself to use a finger from his free hand to 
stimulate my tiny clit. After spitting on it, he 
rubbed it rapidly in little circles. Any pleasure I 
may have felt from that was overwhelmed by the pain. 
All I could feel was the pain from Uncle Buddy's cock 
and daddy's violently wiggling finger still deeply 
embedded inside of me. Buddy was just pounding his 
prick in and out as quickly as he could muster. This 
continued until he finally groaned out and slowed his 
fucking to a panting stop. 

I felt a warmness flooding my throbbing cunt-hole as 
he slowed down like a tired music box. After a moment 
of Buddy catching his breath, he pulled his softening 
cock out of me. Mom still didn't let go of my legs, 
and still in a daze, I looked down at dad who was 
staring at my swollen, prepubescent cunt. He was 
grinning vacantly. He looked back at mom with 
submissive puppy dog eyes. I didn't know what was 
going to happen until mommy said, "Oh, all right. Go 
ahead. You boys are never satisfied. Just save some of 
that cock for me." 

"Sorry Pumpkin," daddy told me sluggishly, "...I just 
can't miss out on an eight year old pussy."

I couldn't believe what I was watching. Daddy was 
taking Uncle Buddy's place, mounting me like a cheap 
whore. I looked at mom and her stoned eyes were 
following daddy's every movement as he lined up his 
cock to my abused little pussy. My eyes drifted to my 
uncle, who was standing near the bed. He smiled 
wickedly at me as daddy forced his prick inside of me.

"Fucking cunt!" said daddy as he pumped in and out in 
short, quick bursts. "...so goddamned tight..."

This wasn't my daddy, this was a monster. It was a 
living nightmare. There was no well-deserved orgasm 
for me at the end like you may read in sex stories; at 
least I don't think so. I was fucked until daddy 
groaned out loud and slowed to a stop like Uncle Buddy 
had done. I was burning sore and had run out of tears 
by then. Hell, I was barely conscious. Then they gave 
me a pill of some kind and I passed out soon after. 
When I awoke, I had a maxi pad on me and it was quite 
a painful project to go pee that morning. 

Mommy was with me from almost the moment I opened my 
eyes. I couldn't walk at all, so she carried me to the 
bathroom and helped me pee, changed the bloody pad and 
dressed me in a pair of colorful cotton panties. She 
didn't put shorts on me or a top or anything. She fed 
me breakfast while daddy and his brother acted like it 
was any other morning. After I ate a little and 
relaxed, mommy gave me another pill. It made me tingly 
and fogged my thoughts. 

At some point while I was sitting there in the living 
room, Buddy called me as he snapped his finger and it 
felt like it took forever for me to turn my head and 
look him. Once I finally did, he chuckled at me. 
"Feeling good? Watch this, fuck-whore," he said as he 
embraced my daddy, his very own brother and began to 
roll tongues. It took a moment for it to register what 
I was seeing in my stoned-out mind. By the time I did, 
mommy was involved. She dropped to her knees in front 
of them and took out both of their cocks. She looked 
right into my eyes and smiled warmly in that stoned 
way she did and she whipped her head into Buddy's lap, 
slurping and moving her head around.

The whole time she was jerking off daddy, but then 
she'd switch around so she was sucking off daddy, but 
jacking off Buddy. Soon they were taking turns doing 
things to her while I watched. Then they just 
gangbanged her right there on the living room floor in 
front of me. 

Stuff like this happened on and off for the next few 
days and nights until I guess they thought I had 
healed enough and they pulled me into the gangbang and 
it became a perverted family orgy. That's when things 
got even stranger for me. That's when Uncle Buddy 
bought me not one, but two dogs, like he talked about. 
They were young, overly friendly medium sized mutts- 
heavy lickers and of course, not neutered. And judging 
by how much mom and dad got off on watching Sparky and 
Yoda fuck their little girl, they were no longer doing 
this as an excuse for "rent" money.

I'll never forget my first dog cock. Buddy made me 
crawl around on all fours completely naked for most of 
the day, claiming it was a new game. By now my druggy 
parents were completely under his control and went 
with anything he said. They only laughed and played it 
like it was a game too as they watched from the opened 
screen door. 

I had been wearing a leather dog collar Buddy had 
purchased and went around panting and play whimpering 
for things like food, water and going out back to use 
the bathroom. I was told that I couldn't speak or act 
like a human or it would ruin the game, so I didn't. 
It was fun at first. Whenever I did something that 
Uncle Buddy liked, he would reward me by patting me on 
the head or giving me a dog treat. I would wiggle my 
butt like I was wagging. He even gave me a doggy name. 
He called me "Slut". This had gone on most of the day.

"Go piss, Slut," Buddy when he had slid opened the 
back door, "...go 'head, girl."

I went out back in the fenced in area and squatted my 
lower half down and began to urinate. As Buddy told me 
I was a good girl, Yoda and Sparky who had been out 
back trotted over to me. They sniffed and licked at my 
pussy with their broad and flat tongues. The warm 
wetness was so soothing against my young pussy and 
asshole, but since I was playing doggy, I had to force 
myself to pant and whimper instead of moan. 

I heard their tongues lapping at my piss as it ran 
down into the grassy ground before returning their 
licks back to my pussy. I felt like a dogs' water 
fountain. And once both of their tongues had returned 
to me at the same time, I couldn't help but whine like 
a happy puppy.

"Good girl... good Slut," my uncle would say whilst 
petting me. "You like that shit, huh?"

The next time that happened a few hours later, he 
coaxed Sparky to my front as he jerked him on and off 
a few beats. "Watch this, Slut," he said as he did it. 
It was just enough to really get him going and soon I 
saw a big red glistening doggy dick in my face as Yoda 
kept working my hot little girl cunt with his tongue. 

"Lick it, Slut. Be a good doggy and lick Sparky's big 
red prick good- just do it like they lick you.

Mindlessly I obeyed. At first the k9 cock just got 
pushed around by my flapping tongue and it was like a 
dodging game to me. So Uncle Buddy reached and held it 
still for me, continually wheedling me to lick it and 
finally suck it like I did his and daddy's cock. It 
tasted different though; kind of rust flavored, like 
copper. I took as much of it in my mouth as I could. 
Soon, as I face-pumped and sucked on it, Sparky began 
to ejaculate in my mouth. At first it made me cough 
and I had to pull my head back. 

"No! Don't waist it, Slut! That's the best part," 
claimed Uncle Buddy. "Drink his cum down like a good 
girl!" The taste was unlike their cum too, but it 
wasn't horrible, and I quickly wrapped my mouth back 
over it and gulp down load after endless load. Sparky 
sure could cum a lot more than daddy or Uncle Buddy. 
Soon it was dripping from the corners of my mouth and 
running down my lips. This whole time Yoda had been 
licking my twat, but now I suppose he had enough. He 
mounted me and I felt his sharp claws burrow into my 
slender, immature hips and stomach. 

"Oh goodie-goodie, Slut- you're going to love this! 
It'll feel super-duper good! Better than anything!" he 
told me excitedly.

When Yoda's weight pressed down over my upper and mid-
back, it forced my ass to spring upwards invitingly. 
It took only a few clumsy jabs for his dart to find 
its target, and with my preteen pussy already being so 
wet, it just slid right in. He started hammering me 
like a piston the very second it slid into home, 
causing me to yelp. It wasn't until then that I 
realized through my divided attention that Sparky's 
dick had swollen quite a bit since it first put it 
into my little mouth and it was now filling it like an 
overstuffed hotdog. 

I barely began to pull my head back when Buddy grabbed 
me by the back of my head and shoved it so Sparky's 
huge cock was so far down my throat that I could 
barely breath.

I didn't know which of my ends to concentrate on more. 
The two dogs were riding me like some perverted 
teeter-totter and catching my breath became a 
priority. I remember inhaling some dog cum and choking 
yet not being able to pull my head out. My heart began 
to race and a flush-fainting sensation ran throughout 
my body as my uncle said bad things to me.

"Little fuck-cunt! You like to get fucked by a dirty 
dog while you suck off another like a whore! You're a 
god damned dog slut! You're getting the fuck off on 
this, you doggy bitch!"

I was doing anything but that. As Yoda's cock began to 
swell every bit as large as Sparky's, my pussy muscles 
became no match for it. I felt little to no pleasure. 
Only pain as he rammed me without mercy, punching my 
cervix like a miniature fist. To this day I'm 
surprised I can still have kids. Luckily he couldn't 
get deep enough to lock his giant bulge inside me or I 
would have been torn to pieces. 

I had no orgasm, as I was too terrified. All I can 
remember is it going on for what seemed like forever 
and finally passing out. When I awoke I saw both dogs 
lying across from me, licking their cocks passionately 
and lazily. I hurt so badly I went back out again. 
Like before, they gave me drugs and allowed me to 
heal. They treated me really nice for a time before 
they found some new way to torture me.

The dog fucks got less painful as I got older and 
eventually even enjoyable, but I think Buddy loved to 
surprise me with massive pain when I was expecting 
pleasure every once in a while, because that certainly 
wasn't the last time he would pull something like that 
on me. Eventually I got to expect it when he told me 
something was going to feel really good, but I never 
knew if it was going to really feel good or not until 
it was too late. 

Anyway, things got less rough for me as time went on, 
or at least I got used to being abused. I was banged 
like a plastic fuck-doll by both my family and dogs 
alike and every once in a while he would flat out rape 
me, making it hurt as much as he could without 
destroying me. I think he'd let the tension build back 
up for a while before doing it again. Eventually I 
learned to love it as much as the rest of my sick 
family until I finally thought I should move out and 
try to be normal. That was after my fourth baby. I 
don't know whether they're my uncles or my daddy's- 
although it's probably a mix-and-match thing. 

I hate to admit it but I didn't move out until I was 
22 years old, although I left my children in my 
family's care to continue being what they had turned 
them into; mindless fuck machines. I'm not sure why I 
stayed for so long after I turned 18 or why I didn't 
bring my kids. Maybe it's because I wanted to try and 
be normal and I couldn't do that with my own naughty 
children constantly trying to molest me. All I can 
tell you is that wherever I went, I found myself 
always drifting into a submissive slut role. 

That's what I am now; a submissive slut. So are my two 
daughters. My sons were raised to be a piece of shit 
rapists like the rest of the men in my family. They 
also have five dogs now and they get laid until their 
balls go dry. That really keeps thing interesting. I 
have been going back often for regular visits since I 
moved out and now I find myself missing it so much 
that I'm going to move back for good. They told me I'm 
welcome back, of course. Even though I'm going to quit 
my job when I do, I'm sure I'll still be able to pay 
the rent.   

The End

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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