It was Monday, two weeks into the school year. In the old tool shed at the far end of the campus, Donny Maitland was about to get his first real feel of Tara Washington's tits. They were the most famous tits on the school campus, in that they were as big as any grown woman's. The black, dark-skinned 11 year old girl's C-cups were legendary. Somewhat because of their size, but mostly because Tara was known for letting boy's feel her up. No action at all below the waist, but her titties were fair game for any boy with some spare time. Even though Donny didn't have time to spare, when this opportunity came up, moments before, he just had to act on his impulse. Tara willingly lifter her shirt. The horny boy gaped at the lucious, round perfect globes. Set high, with no sign of any sag at all, in spite of the size, they were just gorgeous. Donny's breath started to come in little gasps and his dick lurched in his pants as his right hand index finger touched the girl's dark skin and drew an invisible circle around her right nipple. He gently poked at the fully erect nip, a nice 1/2 tip surrounded by perfectly shaped little bumps. Tara gasped as Donny played with both of her nipples, and Donny decided that he would try and see if Tara was going to let him go further.
The other guys were right. The breasts were magnificent. Firm, yet soft, and as Donny leaned in to kiss the right nipple, Tara sighed and her hands dipped down; one to her own crotch and one to Donny's. Tara's nipple hardened even more in Donny's mouth, as his lips tugged on the dark red/back circle, and Tara's breathing became very short. Donny wasn't really breathing at all by now.
He felt Tara's hand pressing against his hard cock, and he knew that it was going to happen quickly. He grabbed both tits in his hands, squeezed and massaged and sucked on the nipple harder. Tara gasped, having her own little orgasm as she felt a wet spot form under her left hand. Her right hand felt a wet spot form on Donny's pants right after his cock lurched under her fingers.
Tara moved her hand from Donny's wet spot and glanced at her watch. "Jeeze!" she gasped, pushing the boy's mouth off of her, "we're late for class. Dammit. If I'm late again, I'll get detention for sure!" She was dressed and gone in a flash. Donny wanted to savor the moment and stay in the shed and jack off again, especially with the wet, muted smell of boy-girl sex in the air, but he too was going to be late. He checked his clothes and then grabbed his books and ran out of the shed.
His head down, he was running toward the school, trying not to be late again, when he ran headfirst into someone.
Donny got knocked down, but the someone didn't. He looked up to see Ms. Eden, the third grade teacher, standing there. Donny had hated having her as a teacher, and she seemed to dislike all kids. She tapped her ever-present ruler on the side of her thigh as she snarled, "Don't boys your age EVER look where they are going?"
"S...sorry" stammered Donny, and as he got up he felt the sting of the teacher's ruler against the bare flesh of the back of his thighs. "Ow!" he screeched, jumping up and moving away from her. "Get to class" she growled and Donny moved away from the mean woman as fast as he could.
Just over a month later, Ms. Eden got the news that Donny Maitland was dead. She really didn't care.
Chapter 1: Monday, October 18th, 2004
12 year old Martin Woods was walking home from school. He was a bright boy with a lot going on, but like any male on the planet earth, he had one blind spot. Women. Females. Martin was well into puberty, and when he saw the lady at the side of the road, her tight-jeans covered butt wiggling this way and that as she was bent over the engine of her van, Martin forgot all about the many times his parents had warned him about strangers.
He walked right over to the car and stood next to the tall, gorgeous red-head and peeked at the engine. There was a frown on her face, until she saw him standing there. She smiled at him and said, "Girls don't know anything about cars. Men know about cars. Seems like you're almost a man....know anything about cars?"
"Sure" said Martin, as maturely as he could muster with his voice cracking, "learned all about this stuff from my dad". He looked over the engine and indeed, saw the loose spark plug wire. He re-attached it and said, "Okay, go start her up."
The lady did, and the engine turned right over. She got back out of the van and got her purse. "Can I give you something for helping me out?" she asked, and Martin held up his hand and said, "No, no....I just did like any guy would do, you know, help out a lady in distress."
The woman smiled again and leaned down and kissed Martin right on the lips. "Well, thank you so much, you are a polite young man." She slammed the hood shut, and then took Martin's hand and shook it.
"I'm Lillith" she said, "and at least let me give you a ride home, okay?" Martin smiled at the lady and said, "Sure, okay. I'm Martin, by the way." He got into the car on the passengers side, and Lillith got in behind the wheel. "Well, thanks again, Martin" Lillith held out her hand to shake Martin's, and the boy grasped her hand tightly.
"Ow!" said Martin, as something poked his palm, "What was that....it....wha?" and Martin's head fell to one side as his eyes totally glassed over.
Lillith reached over and slid her thin hand down into the boy's pants. She reached down past his nearly erect cock and felt his balls. They had dropped. He was old enough to make sperm.
"Good" she thought, "One down and 12 to go." She pulled him into the back of the van. She'd be glad when this was over, once again.
Chapter 2: Wednesday, October 20th, 2004
The nine year old girl's eyes were red; her tear-stained face was even redder. She looked up at her uncle with the most fear that she had ever felt in her life. Moments later, he ejaculated into her ravaged, bleeding pussy. Sally nearly threw up when she saw him star to remove his blood-streaked 9 inch cock from her tiny, hairless vagina. She looked up at him, her body shivering, her voice quaking, "Please, please Sam! Please, let's be done for tonight!"
Sam pulled his cock all the way out of his niece's stretched-out cunt and growled, "Look at it! Look! Does is look like I'm finished with you? Look how hard I am still. All your whining and crying is keeping me from cumming like I need to. Your cunt is bloody and useless to me now. So, I'm gonna have to go up your back door now." Actually, Sam loved the whining and crying, it was what got him off.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" came the anguished cry from the pre-teen girl. Her uncle had done this dozens of times now, and it never got any less painful for the girl. He pushed her farther onto her back and yanked her legs wider apart. His huge, thick cock penetrated the girl's already gaping asshole, now permanently open to the size of a half dollar. The girl didn't even have control over her bowel movements anymore. He began to push hard to get his rock-hard cock to sink into his niece's guts. Sally screamed, and squirmed, and cried, and begged, but her uncle was just that sick, twisted, and most of all, horny. Sick enough to get off on her cries of anguish; on the blood being spilled. Twisted enough to bring down the back of his hand across the girls tear-stained face and leave behind a bloody nose and a black eye. Horny enough not to care about the damage being done to the little girl as he raped her asshole.
The girl continued to cry and heave her body back and forth in a futile attempt to shake her attacker loose. Sam brought his hand down hard on Sally's small, very tender breasts. He smacked her with his hand over and over, leaving red handprints all over the girls face, tits, and belly. Finally, poor little Sally passed out from the pain, and Sam began to grunt as his balls let loose and his cock shot load after load of his hot, white cum deep into the bowels of his sister's youngest girl.
Weeks before, when Sam showed up on his sister's doorsteps after having left her alone completely for the better part of two decades, his sister refused to take care of his needs. She threatened to call the cops, and Sam told her she would regret her decision. He was right. Now, more than a month after he had kidnapped her daughter, Sam's sister did indeed regret her actions. If she had just let Sam raped her once or twice, as he had for years and years when they were younger, then Sally would still be an innocent virgin.
A little while later Sally woke. Sam lay down next to her on the bed, and kissed her mouth roughly. Then he said, "Soon we will be moving to Los Angeles. I've been in contact with an old friend there. You are gonna make hard-core kiddie porn movies. In a few short days, you will be having sex with men, boys, women, and even a dog and a monkey. How does that sound, baby?"
Sally couldn't believe her ears. This wasn't going to get worse was it? She exploded in a fit of screams and tears, and he uncle laughed as his hard cock pressed against her bloody, sore, stretched-out, hairless pussy lips. He slammed into her and Sally started to feel like she was going to throw up again.
As Sam slammed his cock in and out of her, Sally did just that. Sam laughed.
Chapter 3: Saturday, October 23rd, 2004
The cute, dark-skinned, dark-haired 14 year old girl that Danny had met just hours before was on top of him, riding his cock. She was Latino, though she spoke perfect English. She nearly sounded British at times, especially when she was screaming obscenities as the two kids were fucking. Sweat poured from the young teen bodies in the heat of the afternoon, and the violent, sexual exercise they had been getting for the last 45 minutes.
In some ways, the girl reminded him of little Tara, the girl from school years ago, who had let him feel her up several times. This girls big, dark boobs bounced up and down, making smacking sounds as they collided as the girl rode Danny's erect cock.
The two kids had been at it now for hours, in the little "stateroom" of the yacht. They had fucked in every position, orifice and style that they each knew, both learning one or new "tricks" from the other.
It was a hell of a way for a boy his age, dead or not, to end a vacation. The girl screamed out in orgasmic pleasures, as she did "all the work" as the two kids fucked. Danny lay there on his back, feeling bad that he didn't even know the girls name, though she had made it clear when they had met scuba-diving that she had wanted it that way. Eventually both kids grunted out in orgasmic delight, each coming at the same moment as the other. The girl fell to one side and mumbled "wow! thanks!" and slipped into a deep sleep. Danny was grateful that she didn't want to talk and cuddle; he did like the cuddle part, but couldn't handle the talking. He had no connection to living girls at all anymore. He just couldn't make their petty little problems and insecurities his problems. Not anymore. He threw on his clothes and walked out of the tiny stateroom and up to the deck of the yacht.
Donny Maitland stood on the deck. He still couldn't believe his luck. After having caught the Northside strangler in Philadelphia, a stick twisted 17 year old boy who was preying on old women, the boy had tried his luck with a phone-in contest at a radio station and had won a trip and the rental of a yacht for a week. He had taken a vacation from his grueling after-life responsibilities, and had just kicked back for the last week.
He was in the last hour of his time with the yacht now, and the skipper was heading back into San Francisco. The wind whipped through his hair, and the salty air of the ocean filled his nostrils. He was nice and relaxed for the first time in a long while. No doubt all of the sex had something to do with that, but Donny also felt a tingling at the back of his mind, like it was all about to end. Suddenly, standing on the water, about thirty feet from the bow of the boat was a man. Well, it looked like a man.
Dressed only in a white robe, St. Peter's flowing white beard flapped in the wind, and he looked quite comical with his thumb sticking out in the classic "hitchhiker" style. He clearly resembled a 70's R Crumb character, though Donny was too young to make that connection. The dead boy quickly turned around, but the skipper seemed oblivious. Nice that he couldn't see the Saint, or he would have questioned his sanity.
Moments later, St. Peter was standing on the deck next to Donny. "Vacations over, huh" said Donny. "Yep" said St. Peter, "got a BIG problem for you this time. This one is so big and so old and such a problem, that I personally was the one who dealt with it the last couple-a times."
"Last times, eh?" said Donny, "that means you didn't finish it." The dead boy smiled crookedly at the Saint, who sighed. "This one won't end. It comes back to haunt us every 1000 years like clockwork. But technology is very different now than 1000 years ago. You might have a chance to put an end to this once and for all."
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Changes last made on: Wednesday, October 27, 2004