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To Heaven and Back - One Pervert's True Story
by Anonymous (firstandonlypost2k4@yahoo.com)

***

This is a true story that contains pedophilia, incest, 
bestiality, forced sex, and other objectionable 
content. My purpose is to lay out my history, so this 
is not written in the overwrought-style of most 
erotica, but rather more matter-of-factly, as a 
narrative. The people, ages, and events are real, as 
are the settings; however, I have changed the names to 
protect the innocent and guilty alike, and I hope I 
will not give enough information to clearly identify 
the people involved, myself included. (M/g+, extreme-
ped, inc, nc, 1st, oral, mast)

***

CHAPTER 1

I have known since I was very young that I am a 
pervert. I remember seeing Johnny Weissmuller and 
Maureen O'Hara in "Tarzan" as a young boy of 4 or 5, 
then dreaming about hugging Jane naked, rubbing myself 
on her. I knew little then, but the thought was highly 
satisfying.

I started masturbating to orgasm around age 7. By this 
point I would dream about seeing little girls naked as 
I jacked off. I thought I must be completely weird 
because of what I did, since my friends all thought 
girls were icky. After every orgasm, I felt a 
tremendous wave of guilt. I think this may have messed 
me up. Psychologists say that child abuse victims 
become abusers, and that they seek out victims who are 
the same age as they themselves were when abused. I 
don't know if this is valid, but in a sense I guess I 
was my own abuser.

I grew up living on a large estate on the border 
between a good-size city and a farming community in 
South America, the son of a very well-to-do family. I'm 
embarrassed to admit it, but my teen hormones were so 
powerful that I occasionally turned to one or another 
of our large Great Danes (female, if it makes me any 
less twisted). 

On lonely nights, I would open my doors (which looked 
out into my own private patio), and call one or another 
bitch over. I had really very little preference, since 
they were all tall enough that I didn't need to crouch 
behind them; regrettably, they were dogs after all, and 
when not in heat, very difficult to violate. On those 
(fortunately few) occasions when I was successful, the 
feeling was incredible, as their pussies were tight and 
wet, and once penetrated, they stood stock-still while 
I fucked them with all my might.

Let me take just a minute to dispel a myth propagated 
by some clearly fictional bestiality stories. It's true 
that bitches clench, but this has to work in 
conjunction with a dog's "knot" to result in them being 
tied together. Perhaps a human with a very large 
cockhead and skinny shaft might, maybe, suffer this 
indignity, but it certainly never happened to me. 

My cockhead is only nominally thicker than my shaft, 
which, though only 7 inches long, is extremely thick, 
especially near the base where it is nearly 8 inches in 
circumference. I certainly wasn't thinking about this 
at the time I was violating canines, and had I thought 
about it I might never have enjoyed an altogether 
pleasurable phase of my life.

This phase might have continued throughout my 
adolescence, had my parents not moved to the United 
States and left me alone with an old, clueless aunt for 
company. I should mention that my parents lived back 
and forth, my dad working in the US from time to time. 
In fact, in my first 15 years of life, I must have 
lived 6 with both parents together.

There I was, 13 years old in a lawless country, with 
deep pockets and nutty friends. The first night my 
parents were gone, we had an intoxication party that 
ended with my entire suite (bedroom, living room, 
bathroom, patio) covered in vomit. In a drunken haze I 
confessed my bestiality to my friends, and all five of 
them took turns fucking the shit out of my poor 
bitches.

The next day we were hung-over, covered in filth, and 
guilt-ridden. To recover our manliness, we arranged to 
meet at a whorehouse that evening. Everyone showed up 
on time, and I experienced my first "normal" sex, if 
you can call a 13-year-old boy with an ugly 40-year-old 
hooker in a smelly brothel normal.

For me, the guilt I had and the disgust I felt at the 
end of each of these excursions I think may have 
contributed to turning me off from adult women. You 
could call it aversion-therapy, as each adult sexual 
experience was mentally associated in me with all those 
negative connotations. Very soon, I had to get piss-
drunk to go, and the hangovers probably added to the 
aversion.

To make matters worse, I had several live-in maids, but 
the times were changing, and while my father could have 
had (and probably did have) sex with any of his maids 
or peasant girls, I didn't find it so easy. Partly 
through shyness, partly through changing mores, my 
clumsy early teenage attempts at seducing a procession 
of lonely, captive girls went mostly unsatisfied.

I say mostly because some maids would flirt with me 
outrageously, to the point of grabbing my crotch and 
pinching or cupping my ass, but always would run when I 
tried to reciprocate. In case you're wondering, I was a 
pretty good-looking kid, and being rich never hurt 
anyone, especially not in a poor South American 
countryside.

Finally, good girls (girlfriend material) in that time 
and place simply didn't "do it." I used to say, and 
mostly still believe, that my country and time 
corresponded most closely to the 1950's US in terms of 
social behavior.

I thus built up a double frustration: the women I 
wanted, I couldn't have, and the women I had, I didn't 
want. I don't mean this to whine, but rather to give a 
reference for what came next in my sexual evolution (or 
regression if you prudishly prefer).


CHAPTER 2

My best friend Jose had a modern house with a large 
swimming pool. More importantly, he had a cute little 
sister (Maria) 6 years younger than I, and an even 
cuter cousin (Alex) was 5 years younger than I. Growing 
up, I would often feed my frustrations playing with 
them in the pool, holding them by their crotches as I 
tossed them up in the air. 

Eventually, I started slipping my hand under their 
swimsuits, completely nonchalantly, and rubbing their 
pussies a little. I never said anything, and neither 
did they. I would hold them in my arms, slip my hand 
under their swimsuits, rub their clits for a few 
seconds, then toss them up and out of the water before 
any of the grownups thought something odd was up. 
Again, nothing was ever said, but the girls kept coming 
back for more.

Over time, I realized Maria had a crush on me, while I 
had developed a crush on Alex. In my father's time, it 
had not been unusual for men to pick girls from a very 
young age and "raise them" to be their wives (Elvis 
moved Priscilla and his family into his home years 
before they married and consummated their 
relationship). Again, times had changed, so I could do 
this only in a half-joking manner, without attracting 
strange looks.

Those pool sessions were the farthest I got with either 
girl during my adolescence, though I did give Alex her 
first real kiss when she was 11, at the end of a long 
summer vacation on the lake. The powerful and long-
lasting effect of these activities, however, was to 
turn my sensibilities on to young girls.


CHAPTER 3

For a long time, I took no further steps in that 
direction, however, and I think I could have turned 
back. But then, when I was 17 and in the US, just prior 
to college, one of my dad's secretaries, a good-looking 
woman of 26, fell in love with me and seduced me. We 
had a powerful, torrid love affair, with each of us 
driving hours to see the other. 

She was married with a 6-year-old daughter, but she 
assured me she and her husband were separated and on a 
path to divorce. If you guessed already that she left 
me to return to her husband, you're right. To say I was 
heartbroken is an understatement. I dropped out of 
college, gained a lot of weight, and spent my days 
sleeping and eating in my bedroom.

Eventually, I pulled myself together enough to go back 
to school. Over the next couple of years, I had a few 
casual sexual encounters with normal women (and a few 
with hookers). None of these was lasting, and each only 
served to deepen my despair and distrust of women.

It was in this emotional context and frame of mind that 
I engaged in a completely inappropriate, not to say 
criminal, relationship with my own little sister. Terry 
was 13 years younger than I, and started catching my 
eye around the time she turned 6. She and I had always 
been close, in a father-daughter sort of way. Though 
the last couple of years we had been apart while I was 
away in college.

We got together with my family for Christmas in 
Florida, and something about the sun, her tan, her 
swimsuit, made something click in my mind. I saw her 
not just as beautiful, but sexy as well. I took a few 
tame but slightly provocative pictures of her on the 
beach, with her swimsuit bottoms stuck in the crack of 
her cute little bubble butt. I had her pose several 
ways, stretching her long, sexy legs this way and that, 
pouting her lips and giving little knowing smiles to 
the camera.

One day, we went to Sea World, and on the long drive 
back, late in the evening, she was sitting in the 
backseat of the car cuddled up against me, my brothers 
sleeping soundly leaning right, my mother asleep in the 
front passenger seat and I, behind my dad who was 
driving intently because of the rain. 

I covered Terry with a jacket, and was rubbing her 
back, when, almost without thought, my hand drifted to 
her bottom. I started rubbing her butt cheeks gently, 
then started pressing a little against her butt crack 
with my index finger. Slowly, very slowly, I lowered my 
hand so that my finger would just touch the space 
between her anus and cunthole. 

Eventually, I started pressing a little harder, and 
concentrating on that little spot. After a few minutes, 
I tried moving my finger up a little more so that I 
could rub her clit, but her legs were pressed together 
and I couldn't get access without moving her -- 
possibly drawing unwanted attention from my family.

Something then happened that changed my life: Terry 
slowly spread her legs for me. At first I thought this 
was coincidence, but eagerly took the opportunity. My 
hand crept up her slit, and I started massaging her 
little clitoris. After several minutes her breathing 
became ragged, and suddenly her legs squeezed tightly 
together. 

After a few agonizing seconds, her legs relaxed again. 
I rubbed lightly for a few moments more, then began 
slowly withdrawing my hand. I could have come in my 
pants when she suddenly tightened her legs again! I 
waited for her to relax, then slid my hand in again, 
and repeated the procedure. By the time we got to the 
hotel, I had given her three orgasms.

The following day, when my parents announced they 
wanted to go shopping, I begged off. Both my brothers 
were eager to go, but Terry also asked to stay behind. 
I waited a good 15 minutes after they left, the longest 
15 minutes in my life, before I casually asked Terry if 
she wanted me to give her a bath.

I hadn't done that in years, but she quite as casually 
answered, "Sure." In my underpants, I trotted her out 
to the bathroom and started the water. I helped her 
take her clothes off, then sat her down in the tub as 
the water (and my cock) started to rise.

I splashed water on her and tickled her until the tub 
was full and the room warm and steamy. I asked her to 
stand and began to lather her up, starting at the top 
and slowly working my way down. As my hands made their 
way down her lithe young body, I joked with her about 
how dirty she was. I rubbed her nipples, pretending 
they were smudges (I've read many supposedly true 
stories that describe little girls being aroused by 
their nipples being stimulated, but it didn't happen in 
this case, nor ever with any little girl I've played 
with). Then, I rubbed her tummy, nervously working my 
way around to her backside.

I cupped her beautiful little but cheeks, and started 
massaging them gently but firmly. Slowly, I spread her 
cheeks apart and got my first close-up look at her 
tight little pink anus. I worked my hand around, again 
joking at how dirty it was. Properly lathered up, I 
managed to insert just the tip of my left index finger 
into her anus, then gently slid my right hand up and 
over her pussy. By this point my voice dropped a few 
octaves, and I huskily told her she was also very dirty 
there. Some shred of caution made me ask her if she 
wanted me to clean that spot extra well. To my eternal 
thrill, in a small voice she answered "Yes."

I began working up a lather, rubbing her up and down 
her slit. I turned her sideways so I could stroke her 
pussy with my right hand as I tenderly tickled her anus 
with my left. Within minutes she began to come, and 
shudders racked her little body as she stood naked in 
my arms. When they subsided, I rinsed her off, then 
quickly washed her legs and feet. Finally, I gave her a 
big hug and told her she was all clean. She looked up 
at me and asked, demurely, "Aren't you going to take a 
bath too?"

My hairs stood on end as shivers ran up my spine. In 
all our years together, I had never taken a bath with 
her, and she had never seen me naked. I covered up by 
pretending to be casual, pulling down my shorts as if 
it were the most natural thing to do, and getting into 
the tub with her.

She started, as I had, by cleaning my upper body, but 
clumsily and haphazardly, as a child would with any job 
they were not trained for. She also played the "dirty" 
game, pretending to rub off my nipples. When she 
finished my tummy, I got up and she came face to face 
with my raging hard-on.

She rubbed the shaft with the bar of soap, then the 
head, smiling all the while. I lifted my leg onto the 
side of the tub so she could access my scrotum, 
advising her to be careful because she could hurt me. 
She gently rubbed her soapy hands all around my balls, 
slipping her fingers up my butt crack and feeling for 
my anus. I almost came when she started poking her 
little finger up my asshole, but managed to hold back.

By this point she had forgotten all about the "dirty" 
game, and was concentrating on looking at, exploring, 
and rubbing every part of my private anatomy. When I 
finally could take it no longer, I asked her to grip my 
shaft and start stroking back and forth. I kept 
murmuring, "Yes, just like that sweetheart, don't 
stop." 

When I came, I spurted semen right past her face, 
barely missing her. She was so surprised she dropped 
her hands. I had to grab my shaft and pump to keep my 
orgasm going. I remember it being so intense the bright 
white bathroom faded to gray. I hate to think what 
could have happened if I had passed out and bonked my 
head on the porcelain. Death would have been the least 
objectionable outcome then!

When I recovered, I sat back down. Terry looked a 
little worried, so I reassured her with a big hug, 
telling her in a cheery voice, "Thanks! I'm all clean 
now."

We played around a little while, but not sexually any 
more. Then, we spent the rest of the morning at the 
beach, doing mostly normal brother-sister things. At 
one point, though, in the water, I slipped my hand 
under her suit and massaged her pussy to orgasm. That 
was the last bit of "fun" we had that vacation, as no 
more opportunities presented themselves.


CHAPTER 4

When summer vacation came, I kept my apartment near 
college, and had her visit for a couple of weeks. We 
explored each other much more openly then. We started 
our first night by taking another bath together, 
everything proceeding just as it had in Florida, except 
she was not surprised this time by my jism, and in fact 
it seemed to entertain her. So much so, in fact, that 
she worked my cock extra hard as I came, as if she 
wanted to get as much out of me as possible. We 
finished up and got dressed.

After that, I changed the game completely, telling her 
we could play husband and wife. She pretended to cook 
and I pretended to eat. When she got bored with that, I 
asked her if she could name some of the other things 
husbands and wives do together. She named several, but 
off the mark I was shooting for. 

I then added that husbands and wives make babies 
together, and asked if she wanted to pretend. She was 
excited by the notion, and we went to my bedroom. 
There, I kissed her as gently as any lover could on her 
sweet lips, slowly untying her nightie and pulling it 
off, kissing her naked body as I did so.

I lay her delicate little frame on the bed and kept 
kissing her, working my way down to her sexy hairless 
snatch. I began flicking my tongue all around, up her 
thighs, her pelvic bone, her butt cheeks, always 
working closer until finally I pounced on her pussy and 
nibbled like a maniac. 

She instantly came, shuddering more intensely than she 
had ever before. I didn't stop, though, but rather 
started licking up and down her crack, spreading her 
lips apart in search of her clit. When I found it, I 
concentrated all my efforts on it, flicking my tongue 
up and down, left and right, until another spasm 
announced her third orgasm of the night.

I slowed down at that point, since I had learned how 
sensitive clits can be after climax. Instead, I licked 
all around, trying to get my tongue in her hole. When 
that didn't work, I used as much spit as I could and 
slowly started pushing my finger into her virginal 
vaginal hole. By this point I had been planning ahead, 
and though I never wanted to cause her any pain, I knew 
there was something I had to do to avoid a potential 
premature end to our budding relationship.

I reached over to my nightstand and pulled out a tube 
of analgesic/anesthetic cream, and squirted some into 
her pussy. When her hole was lubricated and loosened 
enough that I could slide my finger in and out easily, 
I pushed some more cream in and then felt for her 
hymen. I knew most hymens had a small opening in the 
middle that grew with age and allowed menstrual flow to 
pass after puberty. 

I used my middle finger to tickle her anus as she began 
to come again, and just as she climaxed, I tore my 
index finger around her hymen as hard as I could, 
feeling it give. I didn't stop until her orgasm 
subsided, then quickly pulled my bloodied finger out 
and covered her crotch with a burgundy washcloth I'd 
placed under the mattress for that purpose.

She looked a little confused and pained. I asked her 
what was wrong. Did she want to stop playing? She said 
no, that she just hurt a little, but we could play some 
more. I suggested she keep the towel on because she was 
a little wet and could stain the bedspread. I then 
pulled her panties back on over the washcloth and lied 
down beside her.

I tickled her a little, lightly, up and down her 
precious tiny body. I then started kissing her lightly 
on the lips, and finally began licking her lips, slowly 
inserting my tongue in her mouth. We kissed like that 
for a while, holding each other and just enjoying the 
moment - despite my newly awoken hard-on.

After a long while, I asked if she felt better, and she 
said yes. Then I offered to turn off the lights and go 
to sleep, but she asked me if we weren't going to play 
with my thingy too. Cold shivers ran down my spine as I 
asked her if she wanted to. She smiled and jumped up, 
turning herself around and landing with my cock almost 
in her face. 

She glanced up with a playful look at me as she grabbed 
my rod and started pumping. I winced and jerked as she 
yanked several hairs out of my scrotum, but managed to 
avoid startling her too much. I told her that I was dry 
and it hurt a little like that. She asked if I wanted 
to go back to the shower, but I had an inspiration.

I pretended I was too tired to get up, but maybe she 
could get me wet the same way I got her wet? She 
hesitated for a moment, then tentatively touched the 
tip of her soft, warm tongue to the side of my shaft. 
Finding that the taste didn't offend her, she started 
to work her precious tongue up and down the shaft, 
avoiding my cockhead for the moment. The sensation was 
unbelievable, and the sight of my gorgeous, sexy 7-
year-old baby sister licking my cock was almost too 
much to bear.

Unable to stand it much longer, I asked if she wanted 
to do me a special favor: could she please put the tip 
of my wee-wee in her mouth and lick it like a lollipop? 
I could tell from her expression she really didn't want 
too, so I asked pretty-please. A little unsure, she 
nonetheless got up on her knees and lowered her head 
gently onto my cock, pausing a little to sniff my pre-
come before opening her mouth and engulfing me in 
heaven.

With just a few swirls of her delicious tongue I 
exploded in orgasm, pumping out what felt like a gallon 
of semen. She jumped back, coughing and spitting some 
of the semen out, swallowing some and wiping the rest 
off her face. My pleasure turned instantly to guilt as 
I sprang forward, hugging her and thanking her, telling 
her what a wonderful sister she was, cuddling her in my 
arms and thanking her for a wonderful pleasure.

Most of her face and some of her chest were smeared 
with my sperm, and much of that rubbed off on me as we 
hugged. I led her to the bathroom and drew a bath, then 
carefully pulled her undies off with the washcloth, sat 
her in the tub and joined her. 

I used a good amount of Mr. Bubble so she wouldn't 
notice the small bit of blood still issuing from her 
vagina. I washed her off carefully, making sure not to 
do anything sexual since I didn't want to scare her 
off. I understood it was all still a game to her - fun, 
pleasurable, and naughty, but still a game. I didn't 
want to push too hard and make it seem too serious, 
because I figured all children must have some instincts 
that warn them away from engaging in sexual relations 
before they are ready. Terry may have been eager, but I 
wasn't about to take any chances.


CHAPTER 5

For that same reason, and to give her vagina time to 
heal, the next two days we spent normally, again as any 
brother and sister would. I took her to the park, the 
mall. At night we watched a few animated films I had 
rented, and went to bed uneventfully.

On the third day, I made it a point to concentrate on 
my studies, leaving her to play with some toys by 
herself. Bored, she came up to me a few times and asked 
if I wanted to play this or that, but I insisted I had 
to study. This eventually had the effect I was looking 
for: late in the afternoon she came up to me and 
suggested we could play husband and wife again. I 
pretended to be exasperated, but agreed. She was 
delighted.

I began by playing innocently, her pretending to cook, 
etc. We followed this with a quick shower, where I 
brought her almost to orgasm a couple of times, then 
played by flicking my cock around her face, letting her 
lick it and suck the head a bit, but not long enough to 
drive me to the edge. 

I knew she was starting to get a little frustrated. 
When we finally made it to the bedroom, I lay her down 
gently on the bed again, and began kissing and suckling 
on her whole body, working my way down to her juicy 
twat. I teased her again, pushing her close to orgasm 
and retreating, only this time working my finger more 
aggressively, finally inserting two fingers, deep 
enough to feel her little cervix.

When I thought she was ready, I stopped and asked if we 
could play something else. She looked horrified, 
exclaiming, "Why?" This was my cue. I answered that I 
was bored. She begged me to please keep playing. I then 
suggested we could play something grown-up, like real 
married couples do. She asked, "What?" "I could put my 
wee-wee in your hole," I answered. She looked 
concerned, so I added, "It feels really good." She 
agreed, half-heartedly.

I re-inserted my two fingers, adding plenty of K-Y 
lubricant. I then turned her and positioned some 
pillows so she would be at the right height, and could 
see everything going on (or rather "in"). I then began 
working my cock into her tight little snatch. She 
clenched, making it more difficult. 

I didn't want to cause her undue pain, but I was 
determined to proceed, so I pulled out three dildos I 
had bought for this reason. The first was small, 
probably meant for anal penetration, but just the right 
size for her 7-year-old cunthole. I worked it in 
slowly, rubbing her clit as I did. 

When she had relaxed just enough, I inserted the second 
dildo and started sliding it in and out. By now she was 
getting used to the new sensation, and was rocking her 
hips to the motion. I put in the last dildo and began 
furiously rubbing my little sister's snatch as I 
started pumping hard, always careful not too go too 
deep and hit her cervix too hard.

Finally, as she was getting ready to come, I grasped my 
cock near the base and jammed it in, counting on my 
hand to keep my cock from going too far. I pumped 
furiously, working her clit with my thumb as she began 
to come, for the first time screaming out as she 
climaxed. It was too much for me. A powerful orgasm 
ripped through my body, making me jam my cock in and 
out of her tiny pussy as hard and deep as I could, 
instantly filling my kid sister's hole with my sperm, 
which shot out the sides with every inward stroke, as 
more and more semen shot out of me.

When I finally came down I looked down at what was 
simultaneously the sexiest and most revolting sight I 
have ever witnessed: my darling little sister lying in 
front of me, her naked body bathed in sweat, head 
lolling off to one side, semi-conscious with a look of 
confusion and satisfaction, terror and ecstasy on her 
beautiful face, her crotch covered in a disgusting mix 
of K-Y, semen, and blood, with my cock still proudly 
erect, purple and deformed, sticking out of her bruised 
and battered pussy.

I tenderly picked her up and took her to the bathroom. 
There, I ran a bath and held her as she sat on the 
toilet, keeping her from tipping over. I bathed her 
gently, kissing her and cooing softly. We dried off and 
went straight to bed after that, neither of us saying a 
word.


CHAPTER 6

The next day I awoke early, and spent the longest hour 
of my life waiting for her to wake up. When she finally 
did, it was in the same chirpy, happy mood she always 
exhibited. There was something else, though, something 
deeper, like a sense of profound satisfaction I 
perceived in her, a greater knowingness and a little 
less innocence. It may have been me, projecting my 
desired reaction onto her, but given my nervous state, 
I think if anything I would have projected negative 
emotions rather than positive.

I planned for us to have another normal day, and it 
certainly started out that way, but my sweet sister had 
other ideas. After lunch I asked where she wanted to go 
that day, and she replied that she didn't want to go 
out, just stay in. I then asked her what she wanted to 
do, and she immediately piped up, "We could play 
married again." 

I was a bit surprised, and just to be sure I asked if 
she wanted to cook. Instead of answering, she just 
smiled at me coyly, while she walked up to me and 
grasped my cock through my underwear!

Dazzled, all I could think to do was to lower my shorts 
as my cock sprang to immediate attention. She took it 
in her right hand as she began lightly running her left 
index finger up and down my shaft. Then, without 
hesitation, she lowered her head and took my cock into 
her mouth!

I almost lost it then. Feeling the room sway, I gently 
pulled her off and sat on the living room couch, then 
pulled her back to me and kissed her on the lips. I 
lied back and spread my legs, giving her full access to 
my genitals. She smiled as she got on her knees, and 
proceeded to run her tongue all over my shaft and 
cockhead, stroking with both of her soft little hands. 
The realization began to sink in that she was really 
enjoying this. Whether or not I was taking advantage of 
her, abusing or molesting her, there was no doubt that 
she loved what we were doing together.

This realization thrilled me, and I began to have more 
confidence. No longer afraid of scaring her off, I 
asked her if she could lick my balls a bit, and she 
happily complied. Then, I showed her how to pull back 
my foreskin gently, and the feeling of her luscious 
tongue on my burning flesh was indescribable. Her 
little hands were not strong or large enough to give my 
thick cock a really good stroking, of course, so I told 
her to concentrate on the licking, as well as to rub 
herself "down there," while I stroked my cock with one 
hand and her cheek with the other.

A lingering remnant of caution made me warn her when I 
was about to come, but she just kept on swirling that 
little tongue of hers around my cockhead, inside her 
mouth. She didn't stop when I came; even though she 
choked a little, she didn't pull away. Even after I was 
done, she kept on sucking, so much so that it became 
painful to me as my cock shrank, and I had to ask her 
to stop.

She then looked up at me, her gorgeous face dripping 
with semen, a wonderful smile plastered on her face. 
Most of my come had spilled out the sides of her mouth 
and dripped down her chin, onto my belly, but a little 
of it she must have swallowed. She licked her lips and 
a little more entered her mouth, and instead of 
spitting it out, she swallowed that too. The rest she 
smeared on her chest and belly, and though she did it 
to get it off her face and hands, like any kid would 
wife on her clothes, to me it looked incredibly sexy 
and provocative, and brought my dick back to life.

All this time she was smiling at me and giggling a 
little, somewhat abashed but mostly looking like she 
had gotten away with something. I picked her up and 
gave her a big kiss on the lips, ignoring the smell of 
my sperm. I turned her around and sat her darling 
little ass on my couch, then traveled down her body 
with my kisses until I landed squarely on her delicious 
little pussy. 

I didn't play around this time, instead concentrating 
on getting her off quickly and neatly. This I 
accomplished, but when I looked up, I saw only a half-
satisfied smile. I asked what was wrong, and she 
answered "You didn't put your finger in." I'd avoided 
this because it had barely been 18 hours since I had 
almost torn her poor cunt to pieces, but her complaint 
heightened my arousal and increased my confidence.

I mock-apologized to her, then apologized directly to 
her pussy. She giggled at this, as I offered to correct 
my shortcoming and make amends. I began nibbling on her 
lips again, and using spit for lubrication, worked my 
finger into her tight hole. 

When it was finally all in and well-lubricated, I 
started running my finger in and out, pressing my 
fingertip up against her G-spot as my knuckle popped 
past her vaginal sphincter ring with each stroke. Her 
orgasm this time was much stronger than the previous 
one, but when I asked her how it was, she again only 
half-smiled. She said it was great, but could we do it 
again like last night?

I've been accused, quite fairly, of having to be 
knocked over the head, dragged to a woman's cave, and 
repeatedly raped by her before I begin to think she 
might like me. Obviously, this denseness spilled over 
into other aspects of my sexual life. I finally, 
conclusively, lost any doubt that she really, really 
was enjoying herself and loved what we were doing as 
much as I did.

I took her back to the bedroom, pulled out my dildos 
and K-Y, and began to dilate her pussy. This time, I 
concentrated only on the dilation, and only when I got 
my cock inside her did I begin to stimulate her. As I 
fucked my sister openly and honestly for the first time 
in my life, I realized how incredibly lucky I was. Not 
only was she beautiful, sexy, and as sexual as I, but 
she was MY sister. Her attributes would have been lost 
on a less perverted brother than I, and I would have 
been either very frustrated or very much in trouble 
with a less sexually-hungry sister.

As I fucked her, I began to play with her position a 
little. Any stories you may have read about little 
children taking 9-inch cocks all the way are full of 
crap. My 7 average inches could not go much deeper than 
the cockhead before striking her cervix. 

A mature woman's cervix may move a little out of the 
way and allow penetration all the way to the bottom of 
the vaginal canal, but this is not possible in a little 
child. After trying several positions, I finally got 
Terry on her knees and penetrated her doggy-style from 
behind. She was completely game for all of this, and 
when I told her to rub her own pussy because I was 
getting abdominal cramps from bending over and reaching 
around, she went straight to work.

As I said, this was our first real fuck, and I enjoyed 
every second of it. After several minutes of being 
careful, I grasped my shaft with my hand and her waist 
with the other, and I began to pound into her again as 
I had the previous afternoon. 

Within moments she began to come, and I quickly 
followed suit, pouring yet another load of incestuous 
sperm into my sister's vagina. My cock barely shrank, 
though, and as I pulled out and saw my thick white 
semen pouring out of her distended little cunt, I 
immediately hardened and dove right back in. By the 
time I had climaxed again, Terry had come several times 
- I don't remember exactly how many.

Exhausted, I lied down beside her, rubbing her pussy 
and smearing my semen all over her crotch, up onto her 
chest, and finally dipping my fingers in that mess and 
slipping them into her mouth, where she sucked on them 
eagerly. I managed to push myself up and straddled her 
face, dropping my limp, dripping cock into her mouth, 
and sighing with pleasure as she suckled on it like a 
babe on her mother's teat. I looked behind me and saw 
that her little fingers were busily rubbing her clit. 
Sure enough, a short while later she came again, and 
her mouth finally released by penis, forming a big 
smile as she looked up at me adoringly.

We spent the remainder of the two weeks mostly indoors, 
experimenting with different sexual positions and 
games. By the end of the vacation, she could swallow 
almost all my come, and I rarely needed the dildos 
before fucking her pussy. I did make use of the 
smallest one in her ass a couple of times, but she was 
very sensitive and couldn't come that way. Also, there 
was no way my cock was going to fit in her pussyhole 
with that dildo in her anus.

As I drove her back to my parent's town, she cried a 
little. I told her I would visit frequently, and I kept 
my word. We were unable to have that same openness of 
course, but we had lots of oral and manual sex over the 
rest of the summer, and several times I managed to fuck 
her.

When summer ended, she left for South America with my 
parents, and I missed her terribly, counting the days 
until winter break. When the holidays finally did 
arrive, I left straight from my last final exam to the 
airport, and flew down to her waiting arms.


CHAPTER 7

Normally, I would have stayed with my folks, but my kid 
brother (who still lived down there) had taken over my 
room with his junk. I claimed I didn't want to cramp 
his style, and rented a house from a friend who was 
away in Europe.

Of course Terry stayed with me the first night (my 
parents loved that we were so "close"). We picked up 
just where we had left off, spending the night in 
loving, wonderful pleasure, followed the next morning 
by more of the wonderful same.

Our lovemaking felt completely natural, as though we 
were two innocents in our own little Garden of Eden. 
Still, I should be honest and note that we lacked that 
intense lovers' passion, that frenzied hormonal rush 
that results in wild proclamations of love and hours 
spent starring into each other's eyes. We were lovers, 
true, but in a fraternal sense. 

I know that sounds strange, since siblings are not 
meant to be lovers. Yet, though we felt the same KIND 
of love that siblings feel for each other, as well as a 
deep affection, you could not say that we were IN love 
with each other. Instead, we were simply expressing our 
sibling love in an open, physical way that brought us 
both tremendous bodily pleasure plus the emotional 
pleasure of seeing each other's enjoyment. Again, if 
this sounds strange, it's because there's nothing 
common about incest or pedophilia. It felt natural, but 
it certainly wasn't normal.

The next day, after an invigorating round of morning 
sex, I drove with Terry to my parents'. We had lunch 
with them and some cousins whom I hadn't seen in a 
couple of years. There was one little girl I didn't 
know. She was Daniela, a niece of one of my cousins 
(related to me by marriage, not blood). Apparently she 
and Terry had become fast friends, despite their age 
difference. Daniela was 10, tall for her age, very 
pretty but clearly very shy.

After lunch I was eager to leave with Terry, but my mom 
suggested - in that insistent mothers' way - that I 
take Daniela along. If you're a fan of this kind of 
story, I'm sure you can guess what happened that 
afternoon. Remember, this is a true story, and if it 
seems too good to be true, it felt that way to me at 
the time it was all happening.

Terry, Daniela, and I got to my rented house, changed 
into swimwear and jumped in the pool. We played around, 
splashing, chasing, tickling, etc. My passions being 
well tended to by my sister, I felt no pressing need to 
"play" with Daniela as I had with Alex and Maria years 
ago. Still, the temptation was there, and when I 
started throwing Terry around, secretly copping a feel 
each time, Daniela of course wanted to participate. 

At first I was subtle, just holding her little ass in 
my hand as a seat, but as we continued, I started 
turning my hand so my fingers could cup her crotch. 
Each successive turn, I applied more pressure onto her 
pussy, finally to the point that, as I tossed Terry 
with one hand, with Daniela awaiting her turn in my 
other hand, I would rub my fingertips against her clit. 
As with Maria and Alex, Daniela kept coming back for 
more.

Finally, I uttered a small prayer under my breath and 
grabbed for the gold. I slipped my hand under her suit 
and rubbed her snatch with my fingers. She didn't jump 
away, didn't budge, didn't even wince. Instead, she 
just pretended as if nothing were going on. 

I kept it up as long as I could stand, then launched 
her in the air and prayed again. Whoever heard that 
prayer answered it, and Daniela swam right back to me. 
This time I boldly reached down between her legs and 
under her swimsuit. She just held onto my shoulder as I 
worked my finger around, then slightly into her tight 
cunt.

Remember that this whole time I had been doing likewise 
with my sister, with whom I had no qualms or concerns. 
I decided to press a little further, and pulled them 
both back to the edge of the pool. I leaned against the 
side, both girls holding onto me, while I masturbated 
each, gently at first, then more vigorously. Terry came 
first, followed shortly by Daniela.

Again, both girls had been playing it cool, not letting 
on to each other, or even to me, that they realized 
anything was going on. To take this to a higher level, 
I considered playing another game, some chasing, 
tickling, and removing of swimsuits; however, I 
decided, impulsively, to do something out of character 
for me.

I pulled my swim trunks down and completely off, then 
hopped up onto the pool ledge with my glistening boner 
in full sight. The girls' mouths dropped, and I took 
advantage of the momentary confusion. I pulled them 
both up with me, then gently but firmly pushed my 
sister's head down onto my cock. She wavered a split 
second, then dutifully began sucking on it. 

I turned to Daniela, who still looked confused, and, 
pulling Terry off, I pulled Daniela's head down as 
well. She also hesitated, but also opened her mouth and 
took my dick in. Then it was my turn to be surprised, 
as she lifted her head for a moment, took my cock in 
her hand, and gently pulled back my foreskin before 
returning her loving lips and tongue to its attention.

After a minute or so, during which Terry was completely 
quiet, sitting in rapt attention as her best friend 
Daniela gave me quite a proficient blowjob, I pulled 
Daniela away and returned Terry to the job. I continued 
this back and forth for a while longer, then, not 
wanting to get ahead of myself, I took them both in my 
arms and alternated giving each deep, passionate 
kisses. My sister's tender, cautious mouth I was used 
to, but Daniela's hungry kiss and probing tongue were a 
new experience. I had never been kissed by a child so 
passionately.

This seemed to confirm an earlier feeling I'd had. At 
the time I couldn't really verbalize it, or even fully 
conceptualize it mentally, but I seemed to have an 
instinct for homing in on "receptive" children. Years 
later I heard a psychiatrist on a late-night radio show 
explain that child molesters seemed to be able to 
"smell" child-abuse victims. This seems to correlate 
with my experience. I never made advances on a child 
who did not welcome me, or who had not already been 
initiated by someone else. In fact, I later learned 
that Maria's two brothers had molested her and Alex 
before I ever got my fingers in their holes.

I certainly seemed true in Daniela's case. Although I 
never asked her, and in fact never spoke about what we 
were doing, she clearly knew what she was doing, what 
to expect, and more importantly, what she liked.

I picked both girls up, and playfully throwing each 
over a shoulder, I took them into the house and up to 
the bedroom. After depositing them on the bed, I drew 
the curtain shut and turned back to face them. Daniela 
and Terry both had impish smiles, and giggled as I 
walked toward them, waving my hard dick around. I 
teased them a little with this, flopping it back and 
forth between their faces, as they laughed and tried to 
catch it with their mouths (no teeth, thankfully!).

Then, I leaned over and kissed each of them, drawing 
them close. As we kissed, I removed their bathing suits 
a little at a time - a shoulder strap her, a tug there, 
one leg, then the next. When these two little angels 
were gloriously naked, I stood them both up, face to 
face with me in the middle. I lowered myself slowly, 
kissing and nibbling each of them, until I reached 
their gorgeous pussies. While my beloved little 
sister's was as clean an sweet-smelling as could be, 
Daniela's had a musky odor, not as strong as an adult, 
but certainly noticeable.

I began eating them out, lifting each girl's leg for 
better access. I divided my time evenly, both for the 
excitement it provoked in me, and the nagging concern 
that Daniela might reconsider. Eventually though, I 
realized I had to get down to business, so keeping in 
mind my doubts about Daniela, I drew Terry down to my 
level, then turned Daniela and pushed her onto the edge 
of the bed, where she sat. I nibbled Daniela's pussy 
lips a little, then gently pulled Terry in and, without 
a word, pressed her face slowly down.

Terry was obviously a little unsure of herself, so I 
softly told her to lick in one little spot, which I had 
exposed with my fingers. As she began slowly licking 
her best friend's twat, I lowered my hand, down her 
back and over her tight little ass, down between her 
legs and into her crotch. 

I began rubbing my sister's pussy gently, as if not to 
disturb her. I looked up into Daniela's face and found 
her eyes half-closed, almost slits really, a look of 
rapture on her beautiful face. I took one of her hands 
and placed it on Terry's head, and Daniela instantly 
took over, pressing my sister's face into her wet 
crotch.

I then turned all my attention to Terry, crouching 
behind her, tickling her asshole with one finger and 
working the next into her pussy, while reaching around 
with my other hand to stroke her clit. This continued 
for a while, and I could see Terry was getting tired 
from the unaccustomed work, but Daniela kept a firm 
hold on her head, and didn't let go until she came, so 
quietly that the barest of shivers and tightening of 
mouth gave her away. After a long exhale, she smile, 
laughed softly and jumped down to hug her exhausted 
friend.

I stepped in at this point, sitting Terry up on the 
bed. Daniela didn't need any coaching, as she dove 
right in, finding my sister's clitoris in a flash, and 
sticking two fingers right into her cunthole. At this, 
I walked over to the nightstand and pulled out the K-Y. 

I wanted one final bit of confirmation that my 
suspicions were right. I kneeled down right behind 
Daniela, took my tube and squeezed a good amount of K-Y 
right into her pussy and smeared some around. She 
jerked a little from the cold, but didn't miss a beat 
in her snatch-munching. I stuck a finger in her hole 
and felt around; yep, no hymen.

I covered my cock in a good, heavy coat of lubricant, 
then pointed my cockhead right into the entrance to 
Daniela's cunthole. The tip entered smoothly, but the 
rest of the head took some doing. When I finally got 
the head in, I noticed Daniela had stopped for a moment 
and lowered her head, wincing in pain but not saying a 
word. My sister's attention was divided among her 
friend's face, my cock, and my face. When my cock was 
settled in, Daniela resumed her munching and Terry's 
eyes closed again, as she threw her head back in 
languorous pleasure.

After waiting a minute or two, I slowly started pulling 
my cock out of Daniela's tight, wet pussy. I almost 
pulled out completely, because the sensation I felt 
when my head squeezed past her vaginal sphincter had 
been incredible. I knew, though, that it caused her 
some pain, and I didn't want to distract her from 
servicing my sister.

Almost half my cock had entered; though her pussy was 
deeper than Terry's it certainly wasn't as deep as a 
full-grown woman. I grasped my shaft with three 
fingers, and began slowly stroking in and out, 
incrementally speeding up, until finally I cut loose 
and started pounding away, eager to fill the little 
bitch with my load of semen.

Just as I was nearing climax, I looked up and saw my 
sister's intense expression, eyes tightly closed, teeth 
biting her lip as she sailed into her own orgasm. This 
sight pulled me over the edge and I forgot myself, 
letting go of my shaft and jamming it in as far and as 
hard as I could, grabbing Daniela's slim girl hips 
tightly and yanking her back onto my massive cock as I 
drove it with mad passion. I came as hard as I ever had 
with my sister, not slowing at all as I rammed load 
after load of hot steamy sperm into the 10-year-old 
girl's cunthole.

When I was finished, I let Daniela go, and she fell to 
floor. I closed my eyes as I recovered from the ordeal. 
When I opened my eyes I saw a heartbreaking scene: 
Daniela was huddled up on the floor crying, while Terry 
held her tenderly in her arms and stroked her hair. 

I felt like the monster that I was, and immediately 
jumped forward and hugged Daniela and Terry too. We sat 
like that for a while, hugging and cooing, comforting 
each other. Eventually, I helped Daniela over to the 
bathroom, where she and Terry shared a bath I gave 
them. I gave Daniela some Tylenol, dressed them in 
their swimsuits again, and spent the afternoon relaxing 
by and in the pool.

Don't let anyone fool you, there is no such thing as 
pain-free pedophilia, at least not in my experience. 
Daniela didn't return for the remainder of my winter 
break, and I didn't see her again for 4 years.

I ran into her at our mutual relative's barbecue. She 
was 14 then, and had grown into a tall, model-gorgeous 
young lady. We chatted amicably for a minute or two, 
then she made her excuses and left the party. For a 
long time I wondered how things might have turned out 
had I not lost control that day. My recent experience 
tells me it might not have been so different, one way 
or another, but that's a story (and insight) for later 
in this narrative.


CHAPTER 8

My sister and I again had ample opportunity to indulge 
ourselves during that break, and we never let a chance 
slip by. We had plenty of brother-sister activities to 
do when my family was around, so when we had time to 
ourselves we jumped right in and got down to the nitty-
gritty. It amazed me how quickly she had become an 
almost fully-realized sexual being. I say almost 
because, to my knowledge, she had not pursued or 
engaged in sex with any other boys.

Wanting to explore the limits of her curiosity, I 
brought her over with her dog, a cute little ball of 
cotton and fluff. I played sexually with her while the 
dog jumped around, barking excitedly. When I started 
fucking my little sister from behind, the dog nearly 
lost its mind. At the right moment, I pulled away and 
positioned the dog in my place. Terry didn't say a word 
as he jumped on, desperately trying to fuck his 
mistress. I reached down and grabbed a hold of his 
tiny, slimy cock, and pointed it right in her hole.

In a flash he drove it in to the hilt, and began 
furiously pummeling away like a squirrel on speed. He 
came quickly and pulled out, and I rolled Terry over, 
laughing out loud. She was completely surprised, but 
laughing herself. Then the dog leaned its cold snout in 
and began lapping at his own juices as they spilled out 
of her tender pussy. My sister loved it, and when he 
pulled away, she called after him to come back!

I couldn't stop laughing as she chased the dog around 
the bedroom, catching it and dragging it back to bed, 
only to have him jump away again. Finally, I decided to 
give her a hand. I grabbed the little guy and held him 
firmly, turning him on his back. I then took Terry's 
hand and put it on his tummy. She got the message right 
away and started stroking him, until finally his shaft 
poked out. She started to grab it but I stopped her, 
telling her it was too sensitive. "Instead," I 
suggested, "why don't you trying kissing him down 
there." She made a gross face, but thought about it for 
a few seconds and leaned in.

I was twistedly turned on as my little 7-year-old 
sister took the dog's cock in her mouth and began 
licking and sucking on it. When his shaft seemed hard 
enough, I told her to turn around quickly and get on 
her knees. I positioned the dog over her backside, and 
reached in under her to guide his cock. When it was in 
again, I immediately started rubbing my sister's clit, 
realizing I had little time before the dog would 
finish. By the time the dog came again, Terry was in 
the middle of her own powerful orgasm.

When I turned her over, she had a huge smile plastered 
on her face. The dog immediately started licking her 
cunt again, and she looked like she was in heaven. I 
put my cock in her mouth, and she began to suck on it 
with a passion I had not before seen in her. During my 
blowjob, the dog got horny again and mounted her, this 
time in the missionary position (is there such a thing 
as a doggy-missionary position?).

Terry reached down between her legs and got herself 
off, while never letting go of my cock. During this 
time, the dog climaxed, ate her pussy, then fucked her 
again to orgasm. Soon enough I too blew my load, most 
of which entered her mouth, but a little smeared across 
her face. The dog, completely screwed up by now, ran up 
to her and licked her face clean, pausing only long 
enough to lick my cock clean as well, before returning 
and mounting her yet again.

By this time it was late, so I showered with my sister 
(locking the dog out who would certainly have jumped 
in), dressed and took her home.


CHAPTER 9

That was the last time I involved a dog in my sex life, 
for no greater reason than lack of opportunity. My 
break ended and I returned to college, again with 
parting tears and nights of sorrow. It wasn't until 
Terry came to the US for summer vacation that I saw her 
again. By now she was 8, and her body, though clearly 
still childlike, was beginning to round out a little 
more. Her lovely buttocks were a little bigger, her 
legs a little longer and firmer, and her pussy lips a 
little juicier and fuller, particularly when aroused.

As I said at the start, this is a true story, and 
though it may seem cruel to the reader to tell it this 
way, I still cannot bear to go over the details of that 
summer together. Yes, it was full of love and passion, 
and yes we had a wonderful time together. I could tell 
you more of the same, days spent exploring, nights 
spent in loving warmth. But you see, nothing new 
happened that summer, nothing different from what I 
have already described. In fact, nothing different 
happened until after she went back home.

You see, a few weeks after she returned to South 
America, I got a call late at night. My sister, my 
lover, my reason in life, had lost hers. I don't want 
to wax poetic. I don't want to relate the cold facts. 
It simply happened, and I ask that you fill in the 
blanks yourself.


CHAPTER 10

After Terry's death, my family drew tightly together. 
Everyone came to the US since my older brother was in 
graduate school, I was heading in, and my younger 
brother was having trouble in school in South America. 
We all moved into my family's two-bedroom apartment and 
made do.

During this time, I concentrated fiercely on my studies 
and my body. I lost all my excess weight and became as 
toned and buff as I had ever been. Remember, I was a 
pretty good looking kid, and my new physique and guilt- 
and testosterone-charged personality was highly 
assertive, even aggressive.

When I flew down to South America the following year 
for summer break, I fucked every girl I could get my 
hands on. In three months I had five short sexual 
romances, six one-night stands, and numerous 
prostitutes (who by this time in my country were 
starting to be recruited younger and better looking).

Among the affairs were a few taboo relationships. My 
favorite cousin, Maria (yes, it's true, a LOT of Latin 
girls are named Maria), with whom I had always shared a 
close emotional bond, was going through a rough time 
with her husband, who was grieving the loss of his 
father. She turned to me for comfort, and I took 
advantage of that. 

Though she was six years older than I, I thoroughly 
controlled the situation. We slept together secretly a 
number of times throughout my vacation, never asking 
for more than a few hours of intimate contact. We 
remained, and do to this day, close to each other 
emotionally. Our affair lent her impetus to divorce, 
and she later married a nice guy, with whom I get along 
very well. He suspects something of our past, but makes 
no mention and shows no trace of jealousy.

Another taboo involved me and a third cousin, Andrea, 
with whom I had flirted as a kid, and who was also 
older than I. She was the first conquest of my trip, as 
I stayed overnight in her town during a layover for my 
final destination. We talked until late in the night, 
drinking and sharing, and just naturally fell into each 
other's embrace. By the time we finished, it was time 
for her to drive me back to the airport. 

We never talked about it and it never happened again. A 
few weeks later, as my friend Jose was flying in on 
break from his studies abroad, I suggested he stay at 
her place during his layover. He too is a good looking 
guy, and I suspect Andrea is pretty easy, because he 
reported getting laid by her as well. We compared 
notes, and he described her physique and preferences 
accurately, so I believed him completely.

I think this highlights a peculiar effect of the sexual 
repression in my country. Most "good" girls don't have 
any sex until marriage. Some have it with their fianc‚, 
, or maybe with a long-time boyfriend. The girls who 
want it and like it either suffer in silence, or 
actively become "bad" girls. 

In any town, if you are popular or have a popular 
friend, you will quickly find out who the bad girls 
are, and will probably fuck them from time to time. 
This is just a theory, of course. Another valid theory 
would be to say that bad girls are probably victims of 
abuse, who have been traumatized and seek validation 
(or self-immolation) through repeated casual sex. 
Either way, there's good pussy to be found.

I am cursed with a lot of good-looking relatives, and 
it frustrates me that most are therefore off-limits. 
Still, some of my cousins do make exceptions (as noted 
above). That summer, another second cousin also fell 
prey to my advances. This one was a rocky, short-term 
relationship. 

We went out frequently, ostensibly as friends. I don't 
know if this former beauty queen was just keeping up 
appearances, or was used to teasing her boyfriends, but 
she would drop me every time a friend or acquaintance, 
particularly male, approached us. I got tired of this 
very quickly, and the day after I "went all the way" 
with her, I too dropped her like a hot potato.


CHAPTER 11

Next on my list were two unresolved cases: Maria and 
Alex. They were 16 and 17, respectively, at this point. 
Maria, as you'll recall, is my best-friend Jose's 
sister, and Alex his cousin. I went to visit Maria 
before Jose returned on break. I went early in the 
morning, knowing her mother had started working 
following her divorce.

Maria is the one person I regret using that summer. 
That morning, I worked all my charms on her, but made 
little headway, so I resolved to be forceful. She 
refused to drink, and shyly refused a dip in the pool 
at my place (the same rented house as before). 

Finally, when she was showing me her photo-album in her 
bedroom, I asked her if she had a boyfriend, which she 
denied. I then asked if she would be my girl, and she 
grew red, saying she didn't think it would be a good 
idea. She refused to tell me why (I later learned it 
was because she had a secret crush on my kid brother, 
who was her age, devastatingly handsome, and a hundred 
times more popular than I could ever dream of being).

In my ignorance, I got pissed at her refusal to answer. 
I pressed on, saying it wouldn't be so bad, we could 
have fun like we used to. Did she remember how we used 
to have fun, in the pool? By now I had cornered her 
against the wall, and she was trembling. I asked her 
again if she remembered, then I lowered my hand to her 
crotch and grabbed her pussy through her thin shorts. 
"Do you remember this?" I asked again.

Still holding her crotch, I pressed my body against 
hers, kissing her neck and working my other hand up her 
t-shirt and under her bra. I squeezed her breast 
tightly, enough to cause pain. By now my lust was 
overwhelming me. I pushed down her shorts and panties 
with my hands as far as I could, then raised my foot 
and hooked them down all the way. 

I dropped my own shorts and underpants, grabbed my cock 
in my hand and desperately tried to find her hole. This 
wasn't working, so I grasped her tightly around the 
waist and carried her over to her bed. I fell on it 
with her under me, then raised both her legs up, and 
jammed my cock in as quickly as I could. She screamed 
out at this, the only time. I fucked her as fast as I 
could, pausing only long enough to pull her shirt and 
bra off.

When I finished, I collapsed on her naked body, the 
sweat cooling slightly on our skin. I didn't ask if she 
was OK, I didn't care. This was one of the nicest girls 
I have ever known, one who had had a crush on me and 
idolized me, and I had not only forcefully raped her, I 
had taken her virginity as well (the second of only two 
that I have notched on my bedpost). She was crying 
silently as I led her to the bathroom, washed her off 
and myself. I then told her to fetch me a soft drink, 
which she meekly did.

Dressed, I talked with her about this and that for a 
while until her mother came home, then she and I 
chatted also. Eventually, I said my goodbyes and kissed 
her full on the mouth in plain view of her mom. The 
next day I stopped by early enough to say hello to her 
mom on her way to work, and more importantly, so that 
Maria couldn't shut me out of the house. 

I found her in bed and crawled in with her, kissing and 
groping her, until finally I pulled off her clothes and 
mine, then proceeded to fuck her in the missionary 
position.  By now she was talking to me again, asking 
me to be a little more gentle. I complied with her 
requests, and she thanked me.

I've read that abusive relationships often turn out 
this way, with the victim thanking the abuser for not 
causing more pain than that already being suffered. We 
lasted that way for almost two weeks. I would visit her 
early in the morning, have breakfast with her and her 
mom, then fuck her until noon. 

At that point, I would take her out to lunch with her 
friends, all of whom were hot little babes in their 
mid-teens. In the afternoon, I would usually fuck her 
again, then wash up and leave before her mom would get 
home.

Her mom was happy that I was dating Maria, and called 
Jose to tell him. He congratulated us, but out of 
either decency or self-destructiveness, I told him I 
had taken her virginity. The sonofabitch was happy for 
us! Of course, this same guy had years earlier molested 
his sister and Alex, and had fucked dogs at my house, 
so I wasn't too surprised. He actually told me he was 
happy it was me, and that he didn't think anyone could 
have done a better job. He later told me he had talked 
to his sister and congratulated her as well!

This all ended the day Alex returned from her trip. I 
had had a crush on her as a kid, just as Maria had been 
infatuated with me. The moment Alex walked in the door, 
I completely forgot about Maria. I waited outside 
Alex's house that afternoon, and when I saw her coming 
I invited her for a drive. I took her home with me and, 
emboldened by my experience with her cousin, I walked 
her into my bedroom, closed the door, then smoothly 
stripped off all my clothes. She looked dumbstruck as I 
nakedly approached her, took her face in my hand, and 
kissed her passionately on the lips.

She tried to back a way a little, but fell over instead 
onto the bed. I quickly followed, and ignored her weak 
pleas to stop. Although she said no a few times, I 
never had to use my strength and weight with her the 
way I had with Maria. She verbalized, but made no move 
to stop me. I pulled her dress off quickly, then 
released her bra and began suckling on her nipples. She 
sighed and stroked the back of my head. I worked my way 
down and pulled off her panties, diving right into her 
jet-black curly muff.

Feeling barbarically empowered, I stripped her naked 
and pulled her onto me. I wanted her to bend to my 
will, so I lied back on the bed and pushed her up on 
top of me. She knew exactly what to do. Reaching down 
between her legs as she straddled me, she grabbed hold 
of my thick, slimy member and pointed it into her 
burning hot snatch. She settled back and slowly worked 
it in, a little at a time, until it was completely 
inside her. She then started rocking back and forth, 
grinding her clit into my pelvic bone, faster and 
harder until she loudly proclaimed her orgasm.

I pushed her off then, and grabbed her by her thick 
mane of her, shoving her down onto my dick, which she 
gobbled up into her greedy little mouth, sucking and 
pumping like a pro. I came quickly, and for first time 
experienced a perfect blowjob. She didn't miss a drop, 
swallowing every last sperm, sucking and stroking until 
I was depleted.

I stopped seeing Maria after that, with no explanation, 
as I found myself suddenly infatuated again with Alex. 
This lasted barely a week before her ex-boyfriend 
arrived and asked her to take him back. She gave me 
then a taste of what I'd given Maria.

Later that year, with a few encouraging words from me, 
my kid brother asked her out. They started dating 
regularly after that. The following summer they both 
came to visit me, and I took them on a three-week road 
trip around the United States. They followed that with 
a month-long European vacation. I guess her mother by 
then had found out about her virginity, and was just 
hoping Maria could land herself a good catch. It didn't 
work, for though they got along great, long-distance 
relationships are hard to maintain, and theirs was no 
exception.

I still see Maria and Alex from time to time, and we 
chat and laugh, old grudges having been either 
forgotten or subconsciously suppressed. As you may have 
guessed, Alex was a bit of a slut. She married at 18 to 
get out of the house, divorcing less than a year later. 
Jose once showed me a video he had made of her around 
age 20, with his brother and two friends taking their 
turns probing every orifice in Alex. 

Even today, from all accounts, turning 30 still hasn't 
changed her. Jose is married now and faithful, but he 
still refers friends to his sweet sluttish cousin Alex 
for a good time, no charge. Also married and faithful, 
and not the least bit sluttish, is Maria, who is a bank 
executive, happily wedded and expecting her first 
child.


CHAPTER 12

The best sex I had that summer came at the hands (so to 
speak) of Dana, a 19-year-old Dutch girl. This was a 
seriously screwed up chick, and although only somewhat 
pretty, she had a fantastic body and knew how to use 
it. We met casually, and fell into sex casually. 
Nothing more was needed than an invitation to a 
nightclub, followed by a blowjob in the car, and a 
night in her bedroom. Her mother walked in on us early 
the next day and asked if we wanted some breakfast. God 
bless the Dutch!

After breakfast we returned to Dana's room, where she 
got out a video camera and proceeded to tape herself 
riding my cock. This made me a little nervous, but you 
couldn't see my face, so I figured (like Tom Cruise in 
Risky Business) "What the fuck?" After her mom left for 
work, we had sex outside by the pool, in plain sight of 
her maid. But no, unlike in Penthouse Forum, the maid 
didn't join in. She made a dirty face and walked off 
instead, clearly accustomed to this sort of behavior.

I can't emphasize how incredible it was to fuck so 
casually and yet so heartily. She was as spirited and 
energetic as any porn queen I've ever seen on video. 
She introduced me to anal sex, begging me the first 
time to come inside her ass, after which she whipped 
around and grabbed my semen- and shit-drenched cock and 
sucked it into her mouth, convulsing with multiple 
orgasms as she licked every bit of shit off my penis! 

She never quite got to the point of actually eating 
shit out of my ass, but I did piss and crap all over 
her frequently in the shower, as she frigged herself to 
orgasm after orgasm. She would smear that crap all over 
her body, being careful not to get any into her pussy - 
she was crazy, but not stupid - and a few times dipped 
her shit-covered fingers into her mouth right as she 
came.

Her favorite activity remained sucking shit- and semen-
covered cocks, but anything anal entertained her. To 
this day, she is the only girl I ever allowed to fuck 
me. She had two strap-ons: a massive cock I can only 
hope she used vaginally on other girls (she was a self-
proclaimed bisexual, though I never benefited from that 
fact), and a smaller strap-on she used on guys, and 
which she used on me. I'll admit the combination of 
that dildo punishing my ass while I jerked off wildly 
was quite an experience, but after Dana I never really 
wanted to try it with anyone else.

A few times Dana' mother walked in on us, only to 
smile, apologize, and walk out again. I quickly 
realized she had her fair share of lovers too, many of 
them around my age. I also noted that Dana walked in on 
her mom a few times as well while she was with a man in 
her bedroom. I wondered if this was just a sign of 
their openness, or if this might be curiosity on their 
part. I began to fantasize about a mother-and-daughter 
threesome, but again, this was not Penthouse Forum, and 
nothing came of it.

We continued screwing around like this, until, 
regrettably, Jose returned, on break from his studies. 
I introduced the two of them and they fell instantly, 
madly in love. Madly is an adverb particularly 
appropriate when describing Dana. I won't go into 
details, but she cost him a year of school, expulsion 
from the US with revocation of his visa, and thousands 
of dollars he could ill afford. It took him years to 
recover. I guess his arrival wasn't so regrettable for 
me after all.

There was only one other girl of note that summer. On 
one of our frequent trips out to Jose's family's cabin 
by the lake, I caught sight of a gorgeous, tall, leggy 
girl, introduced to me as Vera. She was a cousin of one 
of Maria's school friends, who had grown up in the US 
and was on her first visit to South America. 

I asked her out, showed her a good time, then took her 
home where she easily fell into bed with me. The 
problem was, she was completely passive. She didn't 
move, made no sound, and no amount of effort on my part 
could get her off. I fucked her pussy several ways, 
unloaded in her mouth, ate her out, finger-fucked her, 
used a vibrator, and even fucked her in the ass. 
Nothing!

Most times in my life, I would have been happy to keep 
her, since I infrequently had sexual success, and even 
more rarely had relationships. This was my summer of 
love, though, or at least my summer of lust, and I 
didn't want to waste my time with a dud. A beautiful 
dud, but a dud nonetheless. 

I fucked her on three different days, and then stopped 
calling her or returning her messages. It wasn't until 
a week later that I talked about her with Jose, who 
asked why I had dumped her. I gave him my reasons and 
he replied, "Fine, so what? She's beautiful and she's 
fucking you. Besides, what do you expect, she's only 
13."

I couldn't believe it. Vera looked like she was 18, 19, 
maybe even 20. I figured from Maria's age Vera could be 
in her mid-teens, perhaps, but 13? She had been so 
loose and easy in bed, she clearly had a good amount of 
experience. Knowing her real age actually sparked my 
interest in her again, but by now the damage was done 
and she refused to go out with me.

If nothing else, this anecdote illustrates two points: 
firstly, by now I was clearly a pedophile, since the 
same pussy became more attractive when underage; 
secondly, my abuse-victim radar was functioning 
perfectly.

These were the only girls really worth mentioning. As I 
stated earlier, there were others, but none 
particularly memorable. The thing to realize is how 
different I was that summer, and while my sudden 
physical confidence and exercise-driven testosterone 
were at least partly to blame, I think I was also 
carrying a lot of rage over the loss of my sister. When 
I returned to school, I stopped exercising, started 
eating, and within a year was back at my previous 
weight.


CHAPTER 13

Time passed, and I began to mellow out. Although the 
heartache was always just below the surface, I started 
to get through my days with a bit more normality. As my 
weight stabilized, so did my soul. I began dating 
again, more or less normally. Of course, my appearance 
reduced the pool of available candidates somewhat, but 
I wasn't complaining. Still, no one really sparked more 
in me than a passing interest.

This changed again, unfortunately, through the tender 
mercies of another little girl. Maria, the same first 
cousin with whom I had slept that "summer of love" has 
a lovely daughter, Soledad, who is now 17. When I was 
screwing her mother, Soledad was only 5. She was not 
very pretty then, with dark mottled skin, a little 
pudgy, and some hormonal problem that had covered her 
body in a fine coat of hair. 

Three years later, as I visited South America again for 
winter break, I stayed at my cousin Maria's house for a 
few days, and found Soledad much improved. She was no 
longer so fat, not nearly as hairy, and her complexion 
had cleared up. All this, I believe, was due to hormone 
therapy her mother had initiated for her.

I have always been well-known as a tech geek, so 
Maria's son and daughter asked me to help them with a 
computer game. I sat at the corner of a desk, near the 
front of the screen, instructing the boy on what to do. 
As I did, Soledad came up to me, and, not thinking much 
of it, I put her on my knee and started bouncing her 
around. Her left leg quickly slipped sideways so she 
was left straddling my leg. 

I turned her around so she could see better, but again, 
after I started bouncing, she slid again and ended up 
straddling me again. At this point, my radar started to 
beep, so while I continued instructing her brother, I 
casually dropped Soledad to the floor and turned her so 
my knee was pressed against her crotch. I then started 
bouncing my leg up and down, and this time she pressed 
forward against my knee!

Klaxons went off in my head as my target was acquired. 
I began stroking her back lightly, all the while 
bouncing my knee against her crotch. Again casually, my 
back rub lowered until I was cupping her round little 
bottom. As my bouncing continued, I began pressing her 
ass toward me so my knee would rub harder against her 
pussy. Within a few minutes, she held her breath for a 
moment, closed her eyes, then gently exhaled. Eureka!

The boy had his game under control, and no one else 
being home, I got up quietly and took Soledad by the 
hand, leading her to the guest bedroom. I locked the 
door and led her to the table in the center of the 
room. There, I laid out my photo album, and positioning 
her as before, began stimulating her with my knee 
again. 

When I was confident she was enthralled, I reached my 
hand lower than her butt cheek, then slowly slid it up 
her shorts, to the inside of her creamy thigh, and up 
against her panty-clad pussy. I kept up the pretense of 
the photos for a few moments more, as I worked my other 
hand down the front of her shorts, under the waistband 
of her panties, and clear down into her slit.

I turned her gently around, and asked under my breath 
if it hurt. She said no. I began rubbing her pussy 
softly, slowly, pressing my fingertip with each stroke 
into her little cunthole. I asked if she wanted me to 
stop, and she again replied, "No."

Thus empowered, I slid her shorts and panties down with 
my free hand, then lifted her shirt over her head. I 
lost contact with her pussy just long enough to get my 
own shorts and underwear off. My cock sprang free and I 
immediately pressed it against the crack of her ass, as 
I returned to rubbing her snatch. Instead of my finger, 
I pressed my cock against her pussyhole, and continued 
rubbing her clit. Very soon she came, again in that 
quiet little way of hers.

Years and experience had worked together to give me a 
confidence I had lacked as a younger boy. I turned my 
little 8-year-old niece around, and gave her a deep, 
long kiss. I even flicked my tongue around her mouth a 
little. I then kissed down her body, pausing to lift 
her leg up to get a better angle, and proceeded to 
lavish my tongue's attention on her pussy. While she 
was clearly enjoying it, the position was doing little 
for us, so I picked her up and lay her down on the bed. 
I pulled my shirt off and got back to my task.

As I licked and sucked on her pussy, I worked a finger 
in, pausing to feel for a hymen. There was none, and 
this helped confirm my radar sense. She was still a 
little chubby, and I had problems getting a second 
finger into her tight little twat, so I focused instead 
on pleasing her. I didn't wait for her to come again 
though, preferring to leave her wanting more. 

I stood up and pulled her towards me, sitting upright 
on the bed. I asked her point-blank to give me a suck, 
both to initiate my pleasure and test my hypothesis 
again. She smiled at me, then lowered herself to my 
member, pulled back my foreskin (aha!) and took my 
cockhead into her mouth, twirling her tongue around it.

I jerked off as she sucked me, telling her not to spit 
when I came. She certainly knew what to do, as I came 
good and hard, but she spilled barely a drop, 
swallowing most of my come without a sound. I then went 
back down on her and finished her off.

I got a few more blowjobs from her before leaving, and 
gave her at least as good as I got. I soon saw her 
again in my hometown on Christmas Day. Soledad and her 
family were staying with my aunt at her cabin. Also 
staying with them was Maria's cousin (from her father's 
side of the family), her 10-year-old daughter, 5-year-
old son, and brand-new husband.

The boy and girl were clearly screwed up. He would sit 
on the floor for long periods, banging his head back 
against the wall as he stared into space. Also, he was 
incredibly sensitive and began to cry at the drop of a 
hat, often bursting into hysterical fits. The daughter, 
by extreme contrast, was incredibly sociable. 

I noticed quickly that she was very solicitous to the 
men, hugging and kissing them frequently. This was 
remarked on by one of Maria's brothers, as we men sat 
around the patio drinking whiskeys and smoking cigars. 
Someone commented that we should keep an eye on her and 
the new husband. I agreed, though my intentions were 
different and less noble than his.

Pools make this sort of thing ridiculously easy. Right 
after our heavy Christmas Day lunch, of which I ate 
only sparingly, I took Soledad and her cousin (whose 
name I cannot for the life of me remember, but whom 
I'll call Honey for now) up to the pool. 

The cabin was on the slope of a mountain, with the pool 
higher up and almost a hundred feet away. From the edge 
of the pool, you could see clearly down, so that it was 
impossible for someone to sneak up. The girls and I 
jumped right in, splashing and playing. Of course, with 
Soledad, my hand slipped in under her swimsuit quickly. 
With Honey, I took my time and built things up as I had 
learned by experience to do.

I wasn't in very good shape, but little kids are more 
forgiving of physical appearance. It didn't take long 
before I was pushing my finger, then my thumb into 
Honey's pot. I didn't want to strip the girls because I 
didn't think I could get them (or myself) dressed 
quickly enough if someone should come up to the pool. 
Instead, I took Honey in my arms, floated her on her 
back, and pulled her swimsuit aside, revealing her 
delicate and puffy lips. 

Soledad looked a little taken aback, maybe a hint of 
jealousy. I didn't care. Honey was wide open and I ate 
her tender 10-year-old pussy like there was no 
tomorrow. As cocky and daring as she was, though, 
Honey's orgasm was very subdued. I think brash girls 
are often overcompensating for some insecurity. After 
she came, Honey quickly recovered her attitude as I 
turned my attention to her cousin.

I took Soledad in my arms, but she clearly knew what 
was coming, and didn't want to participate.  I had to 
yank her swimsuit aside, tearing it a little in the 
process. I forced my mouth on her and munched away for 
several minutes. Getting no response, I turned to Honey 
who was staring intently. I pulled her in and told her, 
"Give Soledad a few little kisses there." She complied 
with the letter of the law, but not the spirit. I had 
to instruct her more clearly, and in short order she 
got the hang of it.

When she finally tired, I took over again, this time 
using a finger in Soledad's pussy and one on her 
puckered little anus. By now she had relaxed somewhat, 
and after some effort I was able to get her off. By 
this time there were some signs of activity in the 
cabin below, and I didn't want to start something I 
couldn't finish, so I left my pecker in my pocket and 
quit while I was ahead.

Two days later I finally got the girls to my place. An 
old pro at this sort of thing by now, I didn't mess 
around with games. I took them in my arms and kissed 
them as soon as we were in the door, each a firm but 
gentle kiss on the mouth. I stood up and stripped to my 
shorts while they giggled at my belly. I then took each 
one in turn, kissing them as I pulled their clothes 
completely off. Finally, I picked them up and walked to 
the bedroom.

I hopped on the bed and threw my shorts off, my wood 
standing proudly in salute to their lovely 8- and 10-
year-old naked bodies. I pulled Soledad forward first, 
waving her in my cock's direction. She slid my foreskin 
gently back, then took my cock in her sweet, warm mouth 
and began running her moist little tongue around the 
head. Honey didn't wait for me to say anything. She 
jumped up onto the bed, turned so she was facing my 
crotch and took my shaft in her hand, rubbing it up and 
down.

I sighed in pleasure as I leaned back, pulling Honey's 
flower over to my face and buzzing my tongue all around 
it. With some spit and effort, I was able to get two 
fingers in, though not very far. Honey was of average 
build, but not very tall. Her pussy was likewise wider 
(or looser?) but not too deep, shallower than even 
Soledad's.

I pushed Honey off and stood, turning so that Honey 
could get a taste of the good stuff too. She sucked on 
me, though not as well as Soledad; in fact, she was 
probably the worst little girl I've had at giving head. 
I grew bored of that quickly, so I turned her around 
and positioned her on her knees, doggy-style. Instead 
of my trusty old K-Y, I lubed her little cunthole and 
my cock with some cherry flavored edible lubricant, 
then slowly tried working myself into her hot snatch.. 
I couldn't get more than the head in before bottoming 
out, not even enough to pop my head past her pussy 
ring.

Realizing the futility, I started playing with her and 
Soledad, alternating my dick between Soledad's mouth 
and Honey's pussy, adding some sweet cherry lube as 
needed. I then turned Honey on her side and got Soledad 
to kneel down and get her mouth close to Honey's 
crotch, where I continued the bait-and-switch. Both 
girls were digging this, laughing each time my cock 
popped out of Honey's pussy.

Soon, I got what I wanted as Soledad, at my suggestion, 
began licking and nibbling on Honey's clit. I stuck my 
cock back in her cunt and massaged it around inside 
her, even as my finger rubbed and gently penetrated her 
tight asshole. It took very little of this to make 
Honey come hard, clenching and jerking so much that my 
cock popped out just as I started to deliver my 
payload. I slapped my cockhead desperately around, 
rubbing it on Dana's cuntlips and Soledad's mouth as I 
pumped my shaft furiously.

It was a good orgasm, followed by the wonderful sight 
of an 8-year-old girl dutifully licking the sperm off 
of her 10-year-old cousin's crotch. My semen was mixed 
with the sweet cherry lubricant, and judging from the 
effort Soledad put into it, she clearly was enjoying 
the taste.

The girls and I played with each other a while longer, 
bringing me off a couple of times more, and themselves 
several times too. I got together with them two more 
times before, alas, it was again time for me to leave 
and return to college.

I didn't see Soledad again for four years, at my 
parent's New Year's party. When she walked in, formally 
dressed, my jaw dropped to the floor. She was gorgeous, 
absolutely stunning. This was not just my opinion. 
Everyone at the party was as astounded as I.

As soon as I could, I maneuvered her away from the 
crowd. With no hesitation, I grasped her firmly by the 
arm and walked her downstairs to my brother's bedroom. 
As soon as we entered, I turned and locked the door. 
She clearly knew what was coming next, because she 
dropped her purse on the nightstand and lowered her 
head.

I came up behind her, took her in my arms and began 
nibbling on her exposed neck. She inhaled sharply at 
this, and I wasted no time in releasing the straps to 
her dress, letting it fall to the floor. She was 
wearing a lacy black bra, though she hardly had any 
breasts to mention. 

I quickly pulled it off and slid her panties down, then 
turned her and kissed her as I had years earlier. I 
pushed her down on the bed, pulling off my pants and 
jacket and opening my shirt so I could feel her skin 
against mine. My cock was ready to go, and I tried to 
penetrate her, but she was too dry. I got off of her, 
desperately looking for some lubricant, finally finding 
a bottle as she lied on the bed, eyes closed.

I returned, smearing some baby oil on my cock and into 
her cunthole, then quickly mounted her and sank into 
her waiting pussy. I fucked her gently but quickly, 
aware that we might be missed. She kept stride with me, 
and came shortly after I did. I then grabbed some 
tissue and pushed it into her twat, picked up her 
panties and started to help her dress. She pushed me 
away and started throwing on her things herself. We 
finished dressing, and I left before her.

I didn't think until later that this was the first time 
I had fully penetrated her. I only wish I'd had more 
time or patience to do the job right. Although it 
almost certainly wasn't her first time being fucked 
(I'm sure whoever had deflowered her before age 8 could 
not have resisted her later beauty), I still would have 
gotten the old familiar thrill I get my first time 
fucking and coming in a new girl. Instead, there was 
that hormone-driven frenzy of lust and fear that sated 
my animal instincts but did nothing for my soul (black 
as it may be).

The next day I stopped by her uncle's house, where she 
was staying. I chatted amicably with the family, 
several times suggesting places I could take Soledad to 
help alleviate her boredom. Each one of my suggestions 
was shot down by her. I waited around until I finally 
got her alone. Without a word, I kissed her hard, 
reached down into her panties and slipped my finger 
into her cunt. I told her to get dressed and go out 
with me. She did so submissively, and I drove her to my 
hotel (no house this year).

I put out the "Do Not Disturb" sign, locked the door, 
drew the curtains, and took her in my arms. I won't say 
I was rough on her, but my style certainly was more 
direct and forceful than it had ever been with my 
sister. I fucked her in several positions, got her to 
come twice, and filled both her pussy and mouth with a 
load of semen each. When we were finished, I told her I 
would stop by the next day and expected her to be ready 
to go when I got there.

I picked her us as promised the next day, only this 
time I chose something different, more dangerous. I 
drove her to a whorehouse, where I hired a prostitute I 
had used before, a good-looking girl of maybe 16 or 17. 
Soledad was trembling when I walked her into the room. 
I quickly stripped and told the hooker to do likewise. 
Both naked, the hooker and I undressed Soledad, who 
stood shivering in the middle of the room. 

When she too was naked, I told the hooker to sit on the 
floor with her back against the bed. I had done this 
before with this girl and another prostitute, so she 
knew what to expect. She tilted her head back, and I 
walked Soledad over, spreading her legs around the 
hooker and bending her over the bed. I gave the whore a 
pillow so she could lift her head up to Soledad's 
snatch, then lubing myself up, I quickly and smoothly 
drove my shaft into my 12-year-old niece.

I fucked her with abandon, not worrying about her for a 
second. The hooker did a good job, flicking her tongue 
expertly, so much so that Soledad came twice before I 
did once. I had the girl drink my semen out of 
Soledad's dripping twat, then had Soledad suck my cock 
clean. I dried it as best I could with a towel, then, 
still erect, I donned a condom and had the girls switch 
positions.

I know about STD's, and I knew the danger to Soledad in 
particular, but I didn't care. I fucked that hooker 
good and hard, while she yelled at my baby to eat her 
cunt harder. I came again quickly, though not as hard 
as the first time. After pulling off my condom, I had 
Soledad suck my cock clean again.

It was at this point that I pulled out my primitive 
digital camera and, refusing to take no for an answer, 
had Soledad and the prostitute pose in a variety of 
explicit positions. I still have those pictures and 
occasionally bring them out for a good monkey-spanking. 
As a capper, I had the girl take several shots of me 
with Soledad. 

By now my dick had hardened again, and I was able to 
indulge every possibility - I even called in the madam 
for a fantastic shot I have of my cock in Soledad's 
pussy, with the hooker, looking younger than her years, 
tugging with her lips on Soledad's clit. You can see my 
little 12-year-old niece's face clearly and beautifully 
in that picture!

I fucked Soledad every day for the rest of the week, 
before it was time again to part company. I saw her 
again two years later, and she was just stunning. 
Unfortunately, she had come to hate my guts. I was 
still able to pressure her into sex, and came roundly 
and soundly in her pussy, but she spat at me 
immediately thereafter, and that ruined any desire I 
could later have for her. As I said, at this writing 
she is 17 and model-perfect, probably the best-looking 
girl I ever fucked. We're on polite speaking terms now, 
and we've come to a workable arrangement: I don't fuck 
her and she doesn't spit on me.


CHAPTER 14

I alluded earlier to a lesson learned, and this is that 
story. It is the final story in this narrative, and I 
hope it is my final story of pedophilia and other 
deviant forms of sexuality.

I married, yes married, later in life to a woman a few 
years older, and whom I adore. I had one previous 
mature love affair, and I felt I had grown 
significantly. As ironic, or at least cosmically 
appropriate, as it may seem, it turns out that my wife 
had been molested as a little girl, and to this day 
suffers the consequences.

She has 6 brothers and 5 sisters, with age differences 
of almost 30 years from oldest to youngest. Her father, 
now in his eighties, is his wife's own uncle. He 
abducted her when she was 14, keeping her as a virtual 
sex slave for several weeks. Apparently, sexual 
abductions are or were common in their country. As was 
customary, when her parents found out who the kidnapper 
was, they gave him two choices: marry the girl or pay a 
large fine.

Yes, that's right, a fine, money. No shotgun weddings 
over there, because the family's honor would be 
tarnished if anyone found out their girl had been 
soiled, even if she ended up marrying (by force) her 
despoiler. The money was to compensate the parents for 
their future costs of keeping the ruined girl, since no 
man would marry a whore and take her off their hands.

Too poor to pay adequately, the uncle was forced by his 
brother to marry his niece, and this incestuous pairing 
produced 12 offspring. All of my wife's siblings appear 
physically normal, though each is whacky in some way 
(my wife included), and one is downright psychotic. She 
finally is locked away after trying to kill her 
children for the third (and hopefully last) time.

It should come as little surprise that, in this 
environment, there should arise shenanigans of the 
naughty kind. My wife has a nightmare memory, which she 
refuses to explore, of kneeling in front of one of her 
brothers and sucking his dick, getting a mouth and face 
full of semen, while other brothers stood around her 
laughing. There's then a blank, a memory lapse, which 
picks up with her crying to her eldest brother, telling 
him about the incident. 

She remembers being in pain "down there" as she told 
him. She also remembers him giving her a smile, a "you 
go, girl" kind of look. Then, her recollection gets 
hazy, but she thinks she remembers being in bed with 
him and feeling more intense pain "down there" again.

I have a vivid recollection of most of my childhood, 
and I think most people have a good number of memories 
as well. My wife, however, remembers almost nothing 
after that day, bits and pieces only, until her next 
clear memory when, at 16, she "de-virginized" (her 
word) one of her cousins, a boy of 12 or 13. She fucked 
one more young virgin boy before going to college, 
where she was forcefully raped by a janitor. After 
that, she was hospitalized for emotional trauma. 
Refusing long-term treatment, she dealt with it by 
becoming a tortured slut.

By her count, she had sex with more than 30 men and 
boys in the next two years. She followed an exact 
pattern, dating a boy until she felt comfortable (a 
day, a week, or a month), then fucking him once, and 
dumping him the next day. Then, she would spend a day 
or more crying in anguish, after which she would 
recover and move on to the next.

I mention all of this because her reality, the reality 
of many if not most abuse victims, coupled with my next 
experience, helped me to change my ways.

This next experience happened because my cute new wife 
had a cute, tall, blonde 11-year-old daughter, 
Margarita, who teased me incessantly and played 
constantly with me in a very inappropriate manner. She 
would pinch my butt, grab my crotch, and pull my shorts 
down every chance she got.

I tried to stay away, but my radar was going off non-
stop. The siren song has led many a sailor to his 
watery grave, and I finally succumbed one Saturday 
morning while my wife was away at work. Margarita, who 
was already sprouting out, cuddled up to me on the 
sofa, where we lied together watching cartoons on TV.

She soon turned around, as if for warmth, when suddenly 
I felt her nibbling on my nipple! My cock jumped almost 
as high as my heart. I asked her what she was doing, 
and she said she loved sucking on "chi-chis." I cradled 
her head in my arm, as she continued suckling. I ran my 
hand up her back, over her t-shirt at first, then under 
it.

As she continued suckling, I worked my hand around to 
her front, and slowly up to her budding breasts. I 
began teasing her nipples, pinching them with my 
fingertips. She replied to each pinch with a little 
bite. I then slowly stroked my hand down her belly, 
slowly inching toward her golden kingdom. I debated for 
a moment whether to play it safe, but I threw caution 
to the wind and slipped my hand under her waistband. In 
no time I had reached her warm, blonde, lightly fuzz-
covered mound.

I started rubbing her lips gently, then slipped my 
finger into her slit, finding her clitoris among its 
folds. I rubbed in long strokes, beginning at her clit 
and ending with my finger in her hot, amazingly-wet 
hole. I had no trouble inserting my finger, and sure 
enough, I felt no trace of hymen. I finger-fucked my 
step-daughter that way for a while, but she wouldn't 
come. My hand was tired from the effort, so I detached 
her from my breast and slid down to her navel, pulled 
her pajamas and panties off, and jumped right in.

She hadn't bathed recently, and the smell of musk and 
urine were overpowering. It didn't stop me though, as I 
worked my tongue all over her pussy and gave her 
everything I had. After what seemed like an eternity, 
my tongue was numb and she still showed no signs of 
coming. I finally pulled her down onto the floor with 
me, and lying on my side, began to work her with both 
hands - two fingers in her pussy, the other hand 
working her clit.

As I was doing this, she reached over and felt inside 
my underwear. I quickly pulled them off, and in seconds 
she had my cock in her mouth. After that, it took only 
a few minutes for her to come. I should have realized 
from the nipple-suckling that she had an oral fixation, 
one that I was too willing to indulge. I got up on the 
couch and pulled her up with me, holding my cock up and 
pulling back the foreskin. 

Margarita was the most verbal and communicative little 
girl I have ever known. She laughed and asked why my 
cock looked weird. I answered that I wasn't 
circumcised, that this was the way most men in my 
country looked.  She answered that her dad's and 
uncle's cocks looked much better. She also commented on 
how thick mine was, compared to their thin ones.

All this time, she was busy sucking and licking, her 
head bobbing up and down one moment, then flitting 
about like a bird. Finally I told her we should finish 
up, and she answered she wasn't ready yet. I then 
realized she had been masturbating the whole time. I 
waited until she was ready, then I had her grasp me 
tightly (what a strong hand she had!) and pump up and 
down the shaft, while her tongue swirled around my 
cockhead in her mouth, and her other hand frigged 
herself furiously. She came hard, as did I, though when 
she finished she spat all my come out onto my crotch.

I freaked out thinking some had gotten on the couch, 
where her mom would smell it. Fortunately, I kept 
tissues nearby and I avoided that disaster. Other near-
misses would soon follow, though. She wasn't just 
verbal, she was horrifyingly open and candid. On more 
than one occasion I had to interrupt her as she was 
chatting with her mom about one or another activity 
we'd had that had ended up with my cock in her mouth!

On the other hand, it drove me nearly crazy that my 
step-daughter wouldn't let me fuck her pussy. It took 
more than a month of near-begging to get her to try 
sitting on it, just a little. As an old Hispanic saying 
goes, where the head fits, the rest will follow.

That day, well lubed and ready to go, Margarita sat 
slowly on my cock, all the time sucking on my fingers, 
which she bit hard whenever she felt the slightest 
pain. Eventually, the head popped in, and sure enough, 
she didn't stop there, but continued lowering herself 
onto my member until she sat on my pelvis. My whole 
shaft had fit. 

I was amazed that this 11-year-old girl had managed to 
fit my entire cock in her pussy. I mentioned this to 
her and she casually replied that my dick wasn't all 
that long! My wife had commented to me that her ex-
husband's cock was very long, but skinny, and that she 
preferred my shorter, thicker pecker (my wife is short, 
and my seven inches bottom out in her).

I had Margarita grind herself on my cock for a while, 
until she got tired. Then I pulled her down onto me and 
rolled us over, straddling her in the missionary 
position and fucking her with all my best moves. 
Despite my efforts, again, she wouldn't come. 

I finally gave up and just concentrated on myself, 
feeling the tight, slick warmth of her pre-pubescent 
pussy as it gripped my rock-hard cock, pulling and 
sucking with every stroke, until I came to a powerful 
orgasm and exploded deep inside her. As soon as my 
spasms subsided, I pulled out and dragged my dripping 
member up to her face, where she greedily slurped it 
into her mouth, and finger-fucked herself to her own 
climax.

I did this just one more time with her before she made 
an announcement: she was leaving for Latin America on 
winter break. I almost had a conniption. Who knew what 
she would tell her father, brothers, or friends down 
there? Sure her father and uncle probably were 
molesting her, but wouldn't they be more jealous of me 
as a result? If I denied my involvement and accused 
them, it would make me look even guiltier. If pressed, 
wouldn't Margarita defend her dad and roll over on me 
(so to speak)?

I argued with my wife against letting Margarita go. I 
emphasized that her ex-husband (who had kept their two 
sons when she left him) would keep Margarita from 
returning. I added that he worked six days a week, late 
into each night, and had no one to supervise the kids. 
Of course Margarita would want to stay in that 
environment, what kid wouldn't want to have free reign 
and no supervision? My wife agreed with my arguments, 
but blindly put her daughter's desires before her 
interests and let her go.

I sweated it out, and it almost came as a relief when 
Margarita called a week later to say she wasn't coming 
back to the US. Her mother was devastated, though. She 
had already lost her two boys and couldn't bear the 
thought of losing her little girl. Notwithstanding my 
criminal adultery, I loved my wife with all my heart, 
and her suffering tore at my soul. 

I finally persuaded her to force her ex-husband to let 
the children return. I gave her every argument for why 
growing up in the US was better than in Latin America. 
I pushed and prodded until she came around, toughened 
up, and threatened her husband with criminal kidnap 
charges (she had sole custody) and revocation of his US 
visa. It took months, but he conceded and sent the kids 
over near the end of summer break.

I was elated for my wife, but still dreaded my reunion 
with her daughter. My fears were ungrounded, though, as 
Margarita was warm and receptive to me. What I hadn't 
anticipated, though, was the need for a wholly new and 
different set of fears. It became quickly obvious that 
she had sexual relations with her brothers, and that 
they probably all had sex openly with their father and 
uncle as well.

Margarita tried constantly to drag me in, pulling off 
my underwear, grabbing my cock just behind her mother's 
back, all in front of her giggling younger brothers. 
While in Latin America, she had turned 12 and shortly 
thereafter began menstruating. This added another 
concern, one I had been too stupid earlier to 
appreciate.

Scared shitless, I finally had enough, and made it 
clear in no uncertain terms that we could not, ever, 
have sexual relations again. The effect on her was 
devastating. Our relationship soured so quickly and 
strongly that my wife and I started getting into fights 
because of her behavior. She started hanging out with 
older girls, two of whom ended up pregnant by age 13, 
one by 15. Finally, fed up and on the brink of divorce, 
my wife insisted on family counseling.

I tried to keep the kids out of it for fear of what 
they would say, but eventually, without my knowledge, 
they went to see the therapist. Imagine my relief as 
they made it through, focusing solely on the traumatic 
aspects of their parents' divorce, and never once 
bringing up our inappropriate (not to say criminal) 
behavior. Counseling helped, and since that time the 
boys and I have become very close (not in a sexual 
way). My step-daughter and I took longer, but she 
eventually came around.

Though she still fools around with her brothers, it's 
been more than three years since our last sexual 
encounter. Every now and then she teases me slightly, 
and casts me wry, knowing smiles from time to time, but 
I've managed to get through our problems without her 
once spitting on me. I've resolved never to indulge 
again, and I have kept to that resolution, despite the 
innuendo and thinly-veiled offers I still occasionally 
get.


CONCLUSION

My wife and I now enjoy an average sex life, spiced up 
sometimes with a little free internet porn (which I 
screen carefully to find young girls who still look 
like they could be 18). Although I haven't had any 
impulse to pursue my stepdaughter, nor any other girl, 
I will always worry that, given the right girl at the 
wrong time, I might fall into my old ways. I hope not, 
because I love my wife, and am truly happy and 
satisfied for the first time I can recall.

Writing this story has been cathartic for me. Although 
I became aroused frequently at the memories I 
transcribed, I did not feel a need to masturbate, nor 
dive into the murky backwaters of the Internet. 

My life has been spent and my adventures lived in five 
distinct circles of friends and family, and I doubt 
that any of them know enough about the others that they 
could trace this narrative back to me. Those about whom 
I gave enough details that they might recognize 
themselves, don't surf the net. And those who do, 
already know my crimes and passions and haven't told 
anyone anyway.

I'm sorry for those people whom I hurt. A few of them 
were underage, a few were not. Most child molesters 
rationalize their abuse, claiming it gives love and 
pleasure to their victims. I know this is 
rationalization, and yet I empathize and agree with it. 

Most of the children I molested grew up relatively 
normal and well-adjusted. Only one (Alex) went down the 
same path my wife took, though unlike my wife she has 
not found her way back. In Alex's case, I'm sure I made 
things worse, but I can hardly believe she ended up 
that way directly due to my actions.

Soledad has recovered. I'm sure that, like Alex, she 
may also have suffered some more painful abuse at the 
hands of others. Despite that, she's better now, in a 
warm long-lasting relationship with a very nice guy.

The other girls, as far as I know, are all doing fine. 
My experiences with most of them were absolutely 
heavenly. Every warm little mouth, every tight little 
cunt was just like a little taste of paradise. I know I 
should feel guilty about them, but I cannot bring 
myself to do so.

Still, to all those out there who share some of my 
predilections, let me ask you to please not shit where 
you eat. Even if you are lucky enough to find a girl 
(or pet) who enjoys and appreciates your attentions, 
remember how difficult love and relationships are. 
Think how many times angry lovers hurt each other. Now, 
take a situation like that and add a loaded gun. One 
word from your child can bring your life to an end.

Remember too that most of you will have to live with 
the consequences of your actions. I don't know what 
would have happened between me and my sister had she 
lived. I used to think we would have continued happily 
as husband and wife, but the years and experiences have 
led me to doubt that. Perhaps she was taken from me for 
a reason, though I guess I'll never know. 

The only comfort I have is that I never knowingly 
caused her pain, and, in my own twisted way, did what I 
could to make her happy. Would that we all knew always 
how to do that best. Wherever she is now, I thank her 
for the time we spent together in Heaven, but I thank 
God that I came back to Earth.

USA, 2004

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not 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.
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