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Cute Part 2
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Cute
Part 2.
I lay on my bed, tired from the previous evening, but feeling elated
from my first real sexual experience of the night before. I shut my
eyes and remembered Juliette's lithe young body pressed against me,
her tight juicy pussy squeezing my hard cock. I begin to harden under
my jeans, and pulled a small briefcase from under my bed. I flipped
the combination "696 969", not really understanding what a 69 was, but
knowing that it was appropriate! The case opened, and I removed a
plastic bag from inside.
I'd collected this batch of 'dirty' pictures and magazines over the
previous year or two. It had started with a few Swedish "Private"
magazines that I'd bought from an older guy at school, then been added
to by a stash of books that we found in a nearby dump. At the top was
an envelope of pictures taken from the Sunday paper advertising
sections, from clothes catalogues, and various other papers, books,
and magazines. I laid out some of the pictures, and begin to
masturbate.
I gazed at the first picture, ripped out from a copy of "Rolling
Stone". It was of a fourteen year old German singer, 'Nena', looking
girlishly horny in a tight-fitting little black dress, her long legs
slightly parted as she pouted for the camera. Her lovely short brown
hair stopped short of her shoulders, and little bangs of hair covered
her forehead, some curling over her eyes.
To its right was a photography taken from a kitchen-fittings
catalogue. A pretty blonde woman was pouring coffee, her back to the
photographer, dressed in a towel robe the just reached below her
buttocks. Facing her was one of her daughters, aged maybe 15, with
long strawberry-blonde hair tied up with a length of pink ribbon. The
young girl was reaching up for a carton of corn-flakes, stood on tip-
toes, and pulling up the hem of a short, baby-blue night-shirt. Little
slits on the night-shirts sides ran up to her waist, just exposing a
pair of tight frilly panties.
My eyes fell to some photographs I'd taken from my Mum's album. The
first showed my youngest cousin, Michaela, at my own little sister's
eighth birthday party. Michaela couldn't have been much over six at
the time, and I felt bad for fantasizing about the winsome little
girl. She wore a frilly pale green party-dress, with bunched shoulders
that left her arms bare, tight around her torso, and a cute flounced
frilly skirt that started at her waist and finished at the top of her
baby-girl thighs. Her short legs were covered in white cotton tights
or stockings, her feet clad in a pair of petite pink school-girl
shoes. She smiled at the camera, her little platinum-blonde pony-tail
falling to one side of her face, hugged by a teddy-bear she held
against her cheek.
As I enjoyed sordid thoughts of these four girls naked in bed with me,
playing with my genitals, and each others, I pulled a book from the
plastic bag. The book, bound in a nondescript cardboard cover, said
simply "Violated" and was one of my finds at the dump. When I first
read it, I was partly disturbed at its contents, despite having read a
multitude of pornographic stories in soft-porn magazines. However, on
subsequent readings, I started to find the tale of sadism on a young,
innocent, family to be a turn on. I turned to the first page, and
begin to read.
The book tells a fictional story of a family, attacked in the
middle of the night by a gang of hoods. Having silently entered
the husband and wife's bedroom they place chloroform-soaked pads
against their faces, ensuring that they, at least temporarily,
remain unconscious. After clearing the house of all apparent
valuables, they realise that there's no jewellery amongst their
stash and return to the couple. The husband is tightly bound,
naked as he lays in bed, with clothes-line. The young, naked wife
is dragged over to the small chair that sits by her dressing-
table.
They use more line to tie her body against the back of the chair,
pulling the rope hard against her pert young breasts. Her free
legs are pulled apart then lifted, bare under a short "teddy"
nightie, so that they are widely parted, then tied in this
position, one to each arm of the chair. One of the men leaves the
room, carrying a bucket of cold water, and bringing the news that
a young girl, presumably a daughter, lies asleep in the room
next-door.
Ignoring this for the moment, the man proceeds to pour half the
water over the young woman, and the remainder over her husband.
Both awake, and the woman starts screaming, before a hand is
placed over her mouth.
"Make any more noise, either of you, and the girl next-door gets
our attention" says one of the men. Both remain silent as the man
continues. "Now, where's your jewellery?" The husband speaks, his
voice shaking with concern for his wife and family.
"We...We don't have any.. It's all been sold... I promise.."
"You expect us to believe that?" shouts the man. He removes
a switch-blade from his jeans, wanders over to the wife, and
holds the blade pointing downwards, the blunt side to her body,
under the neck of the white nighty. With a single downward
stroke, he slices through the thin silk material, splitting it to
her navel, and allowing her breasts to bounce into view. "No more
messing about. Tell us where it is!"
"I m-m-mean it" stammers the husband. Our youngest s-s-son
is ill, his medical b-b-bills were t-t-too much."
"Well that's just not good enough!" yells the hood. With his
hand, he pulls at the remainder of the women's nighty, tearing it
from her supple body in a single movement. One of the men who'd
tied up the husband moves forward. "Boss, can I have the
bastard?" "Sure Tony. Enjoy yourself while I fuck his tarty
wife!"
The four men in the room start to undress, all but one sporting
huge, stiff, pricks. The husband and wife look on in fear, unsure
of what might follow, but fearing the worse. Their expectations
are proved correct as the boss positions himself between the
wifes spread-apart thighs, and with a single thrust drives
himself into her warm exposed quim. She screams, hurting from the
rude intrusion, but the cruel hoodlum is unconcerned, reaching to
the dresser for a pair of panties, that he proceeds to push
between the full pink lips of her mouth.
As I read the book, I looked up at the 'kitchen' photograph. Gazing at
the young blonde mother, I imagine it is her, tied to a chair in front
of me, her lissome thighs spread for my pleasure. I allow my fingers
to touch the inside of her thigh, moving them upwards towards her
tightly stretched thin white panties. Her strawberry-blonde daughter
moves behind me, and I feel the fifteen year old's arms circling my
waist, as she pops the buttons on the fly of my Levis. My fingers
press under the women's panties, and I push my fore-finger into her
moist vagina, making her wiggle in embarrassment. Her daughter now has
my trousers and underpants at my ankles and I step out of them,
pushing another finger into the mother's cunt.
"Sabina...What are you doing?" the mother asks, distressed. "Shut up
Mummy, and let him do what he wants!" the captivating girl replies
with a giggle. Moving to her Mama's side, she moves a hand between her
own legs, stroking the inside of her soft pubescent thighs. Her hand
moves up, to the hem of the little blue night-shirt, and raises it to
fully expose the frilly white bikini panties. As she presses the
fingers of her other hand against the clearly defined cleft of her
labia, the little bimbo arches her back and emits a guttural sigh of
lust.
She raises her fingers to her pale pink lips, pouting like a little
girl, then slips the tips of her fingers into her mouth. You imagine
her panties dark from her moisture along the crease of her labia.
"What have you done to make her like this?" sobs her mother. Removing
the fingers from her mouth, the daughter replies "Mummy! I warned you
didn't I!". The teenage blonde peels her panties down, revealing a
thin blonde fuzz of pubic hair, then steps our of them. She brings
them to her mummy's face, placing their damp crotch between the poor
women's lips, and her own forefinger. With a push, she begins to stuff
the cum-soaked cotton into her own mothers mouth until just the string
of one waistband hangs down from her lips to her chin.
"Fuck mummy for me Ian. Pretty Please?"
As you savour the idea of the women's humiliation, you look at the
book, still masturbating from your fantasies.
The boss places his penis at the entrance to the wife's cunt,
then with a single push, fills her with his nine inches of hard
male flesh. The husband cries out at the cruel rape of his lovely
wife, only to feel a pair of hands spreading the cheeks of his
bottom. He sees in the dresser mirror a huge man, presumably
Tony, positioning his cock, ready to impale him on it.
"No....NO!" he shrieks, as Tony grabs his shoulders and pulls him
hard. The huge, thick penis is even larger than that now inside
his wife, and causes unbelievable agony as it tears through his
virgin rectum. Tony is vigourous in thrusting forward and
backwards, oblivious to the pain he is causing. Tony's face
contorts as he reaches orgasm, and he fills the man's anus with
his hot stinging ejaculate.
The boss, turned on by the distress the husband's rape is causing
his beautiful wife, also nears orgasm. "OK Slut... Unless you
want me to let Tony add your daughter's ass to his conquests
you'll do exactly as I ask. Understand?" The hog-tied woman nods
her agreement vigourously, and her assailant pulls the panties
from her mouth.
"Right baby, this is the low-down. You're going to turn me on by
saying obscene things about yourself. If they're dirty enough you
might make me cum onto your tarty little face. Otherwise, well,
otherwise we'll see how much better the young lady next door can
do."
The poor woman is dumbstruck from the horror of what is being
done to her. "I thought you were going to co-operate bitch!
Tony... get the girl!". "No...No.. I'll do what you say" sobs the
woman, finding her voice. "Good girl! Now tell me what a slut you
are!"
"I'm a slut. I'm a tramp. I enjoy you fucking me.." sobs the
woman. "You can do better than that! I want to hear the truth!
You want to be raped, sodomised, you want to be spanked and
whipped. You want to fuck your dog, and suck your daughter. Tony!
Go and get her!"
"NO! No.... I will...I'll do what you want, I am a slut and I
wanted to be raped by you. I wanted to feel a huge cock, a cock
too big for me, raping my pussy, while I'm slapped across the
face. Push my slutty face to the floor, and I'll pull apart my
buttocks and you can fuck my ass. Use a riding whip on my back
while you fuck me.. I'll spread my legs and enjoy it as you pull
out and my dog fucks me. I'll enjoy it, I'm a whore. I'll kiss my
daughters sweet pussy, then you'll spank me again. Make me hurt
but leave her alone."
As these obscenities come from her sweet mouth, the boss
ejaculates, spurting a wad of semen onto her cheek. As it drips
down the side of her face a second string of cum hits the bridge
of her nose, then a third shoots between her parted lips to land
on her tongue. "Don't swallow!" orders the boss.
On the dressing table sits a Polaroid camera. "Take dirty
pictures of each other huh? I'd like a little momento for me and
the boys. I'm going to take your photograph, and I want you to
smile, and allow my cum to dribble from your lips. Do that and
we'll go."
The boss sits himself on the edge of the bed, pointing towards
his captive. When the camera indicates that the flash is charged,
he motions for her to start. "Smile baby. Make love to the
camera, you've done it before I guess!" She pouts her lips as if
to whistle, and blows, and a globule of semen dribbles out, the
thick white cream leaving a glossy trail as it runs towards her
chin. "Smile!" She raises the corners of her mouth, and parts her
lips, little strings of cum stretching between them, and the boss
presses the shutter button. "Hold that pose baby" he says, now
surrounded by the other men, and shoots another frame.
As the semen begins to drip from the women's face, landing as
sticky strings on her firm young breasts, the men view the
pictures as they develop. Both show just her face, smiling, and
dripping with cum. "Tony.. Put one of these on the girl's pillow.
The other we'll take with us! A word to anyone baby, and I copy
this and push it through every mail-box in the street!"
The men run from the house laughing, the couple destined to
remain tied, until their daughter wakes up. As they reach the
town limits the boss stops. "Tony... did you leave the picture
for the girl to see?". There's no answer. "Shit! Where's Tony?"
The other men shrug their shoulders, and continue walking, away
from the scene of their crime.
As I reached this, the end of the book's first chapter, I looked at
the first picture, cute, pretty Nena, a dirty little bimbo, aching for
my cum. Wanking furiously, I climaxed, dripping my cum all over her
horny little black dress, making the ink run. If only it were real, I
contemplated, then remembering Juliette's letter, realised that it
could be.
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