Pedophiles At Play
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
11,689
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction about oral and anal sex between adults and minors of both sexes. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely co
Part 1
©2009 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Note: My story "Pedophiles at Sea" was so warmly received, I decided to revive the characters in this sequel. I also added new characters, extending the range of the children's ages to 1-15.
.oOo.
Part 1
"Come on, boys. Time to come in." Ginny knew her three sons wouldn't heed the first call. It was just a preliminary. She watched them out her kitchen window as she worked. They'd taken advantage of the warm March afternoon to play outside. The first opportunity in months to run around barefoot in shorts and T's.
She was proud of the way 9 year old Frankie played with his younger brothers, Mark, 6, and Mickey, 3. They had started with a game of hide and seek, then switched to tag, and were now simply wrestling each other on the grass. The aim of the game was to get your brother in position so you can push your hand down his pants and get your finger up his ass. Even the eldest couldn't escape the goosing when Mark and Mickey teamed up against him. Ginny smiled as she listened to their shrieks of laughter.
She went about cooking the pigs in blankets, mixing the dips, baking the pies. Even though she had no bra on under her loose blouse, nor panties under her skirt, she was still perspiring trying to get everything ready on time. She let a half hour go by before repeating her order. "Boys, get in here at once, or you're grounded."
The three lads looked at each other. "We better go," cautioned Frankie.
"Yeah, if we're grounded, we'll miss the party tonight," worried Mickey.
"Are you kidding, you shitheads," laughed Mark. "They won't ground us for the party. We're the entertainment!" And all three began rolling on the ground giggling hysterically.
The Wilsons were hosting this month's get-together of the network, and the three boys had been looking forward to this night as eagerly as their parents. They loved how, not only the Bannisters, but all the other aunts and uncles,--as they called them,--played with their three little dicks, fondled their six little balls, kissed their young lips, suckled them on their motherly tits and man cocks, and fucked their boy asses good and hard.
"I hope Uncle David comes this time. He missed last month. I like his big fat cock in my mouth," said Mark dreamily.
Frankie giggled, "You see how moony Mommy's been this week? She can't wait to go to bed with Duane, hehe."
"Yeah, and Dad wants to get hold of little Ginger." Mickey thought about his six-year old "cousin." "I like watching him nail her baby cunt with his big cock."
"Yeah, Bro, you probably wish you had a baby cunt instead of your teeny baby dick." With that, Mark grabbed his brother's boyhood and pulled it.
"Ouch! That hurt! I'm telling Mommy." Mickey protested, "And I don't want a cunt. I'm a boy."
"Hey, I got news for you," Frankie explained. "You DO have a cunt. We all do. Right here." And he poked his finger in Mickey's asshole. "We got boy cunts so Dad and Grampa and all our "uncles" can fuck us.
"Well, they won't want to fuck any of you tonight," said a deep masculine voice.
"Oh, hi, Dad. We didn't see you there."
"What do you mean, they won't want to fuck us, Dad?" Mickey was concerned.
"They won't want to fuck you unless you get right inside and take your bath! Your mother called you twice already! Now move it!!"
The three Wilson boys raced to the house and took the stairs up to the bathroom two steps at a time, even Mickey with his short legs.
"Thank you, Frank," Ginny kissed her husband when he came back inside. He gave her tits a squeeze and asked what else he could do to help. She was ready with a list for him. "Be sure the cooler is filled with ice. Vacuum the living room. Then put the air bed in there and inflate it. Drive over and get your father, and when you get back put the car in the garage so there's more room for people to park. I'll think of other things."
Frank checked the bathroom. The boys were all in the tub together and had gotten the worst of the dirt off and were busy lathering each other up. "OK, Men. Let's get you clean on the inside as well." Starting with the oldest, he took each of his sons out, dripping wet and sat him on the toilet, then inserted the enema tube in his rectum. "Hold as much as you can as long as you can, Son." Each one knew the routine, and when he let loose and the turds went splashing into the bowl, his tubmates applauded.
That done, Frank went about completing Ginny's list. When the boys finished and dried themselves, they ran naked back to the kitchen and offered to help. Ginny told Mickey to put a pile of towels on the coffee table and find all the dildoes in the house for her to wash, Mark to put the beer and colas into the cooler and then empty the waste baskets, and Frankie to straighten the boys bedroom "because people will be using your beds. We don't want them stepping on your toys or finding dirty undies under your pillows."
"Isn't Uncle David coming?"
"Oh, stop that!" Ginny and Frankie both started laughing. It was well-known that Uncle David loved to sniff little boys' dirty undies.
"Also, make sure there are lots of empty hangers in the laundry room so the kids can hang up their clothes when they come." Frankie knew most of the guests of course would simply deposit their clothes in heaps on the floor or on the washing machine and dryer.
"And for fucking sake, Boys, keep your asses clean!"
Frank was about to go out the door just as Mickey came back into the kitchen. "OK, Champ, I'm on my way to get Grampa."
"Yippee! Bye, Daddy. Mommy, I gotta piss!"
Frank stopped in his tracks. "Weren't you just up in the bathroom?"
"Yeah, but I like Mommy better."
"Look, Son. Your mother's very busy. Now you march right back up..."
"That's OK, Mickey," Ginny interrupted smiling. "I can always make time for a boy who needs to piss bad."
Frank shook his head and left. Ginny picked up her youngest child, sat him bare assed on the counter next to a platter of hors d'oeuvres and got down on her knees. "OK, let Mommy have it." She opened her mouth and knowing very well her son's shooting accuracy, closed her eyes. She heard his giggles and in seconds tasted his sweet boy piss and felt some on her face.
"Sorry, Mommy, I missed some, hehe." Ginny told him it was ok and to go stand by the front window and watch for guests arriving. She knew this was the first of many mouthfuls and facefuls of kid piss she'd be getting that night. She rubbed her twat in anticipation and went back to preparing the food.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Note: My story "Pedophiles at Sea" was so warmly received, I decided to revive the characters in this sequel. I also added new characters, extending the range of the children's ages to 1-15.
.oOo.
Part 1
"Come on, boys. Time to come in." Ginny knew her three sons wouldn't heed the first call. It was just a preliminary. She watched them out her kitchen window as she worked. They'd taken advantage of the warm March afternoon to play outside. The first opportunity in months to run around barefoot in shorts and T's.
She was proud of the way 9 year old Frankie played with his younger brothers, Mark, 6, and Mickey, 3. They had started with a game of hide and seek, then switched to tag, and were now simply wrestling each other on the grass. The aim of the game was to get your brother in position so you can push your hand down his pants and get your finger up his ass. Even the eldest couldn't escape the goosing when Mark and Mickey teamed up against him. Ginny smiled as she listened to their shrieks of laughter.
She went about cooking the pigs in blankets, mixing the dips, baking the pies. Even though she had no bra on under her loose blouse, nor panties under her skirt, she was still perspiring trying to get everything ready on time. She let a half hour go by before repeating her order. "Boys, get in here at once, or you're grounded."
The three lads looked at each other. "We better go," cautioned Frankie.
"Yeah, if we're grounded, we'll miss the party tonight," worried Mickey.
"Are you kidding, you shitheads," laughed Mark. "They won't ground us for the party. We're the entertainment!" And all three began rolling on the ground giggling hysterically.
The Wilsons were hosting this month's get-together of the network, and the three boys had been looking forward to this night as eagerly as their parents. They loved how, not only the Bannisters, but all the other aunts and uncles,--as they called them,--played with their three little dicks, fondled their six little balls, kissed their young lips, suckled them on their motherly tits and man cocks, and fucked their boy asses good and hard.
"I hope Uncle David comes this time. He missed last month. I like his big fat cock in my mouth," said Mark dreamily.
Frankie giggled, "You see how moony Mommy's been this week? She can't wait to go to bed with Duane, hehe."
"Yeah, and Dad wants to get hold of little Ginger." Mickey thought about his six-year old "cousin." "I like watching him nail her baby cunt with his big cock."
"Yeah, Bro, you probably wish you had a baby cunt instead of your teeny baby dick." With that, Mark grabbed his brother's boyhood and pulled it.
"Ouch! That hurt! I'm telling Mommy." Mickey protested, "And I don't want a cunt. I'm a boy."
"Hey, I got news for you," Frankie explained. "You DO have a cunt. We all do. Right here." And he poked his finger in Mickey's asshole. "We got boy cunts so Dad and Grampa and all our "uncles" can fuck us.
"Well, they won't want to fuck any of you tonight," said a deep masculine voice.
"Oh, hi, Dad. We didn't see you there."
"What do you mean, they won't want to fuck us, Dad?" Mickey was concerned.
"They won't want to fuck you unless you get right inside and take your bath! Your mother called you twice already! Now move it!!"
The three Wilson boys raced to the house and took the stairs up to the bathroom two steps at a time, even Mickey with his short legs.
"Thank you, Frank," Ginny kissed her husband when he came back inside. He gave her tits a squeeze and asked what else he could do to help. She was ready with a list for him. "Be sure the cooler is filled with ice. Vacuum the living room. Then put the air bed in there and inflate it. Drive over and get your father, and when you get back put the car in the garage so there's more room for people to park. I'll think of other things."
Frank checked the bathroom. The boys were all in the tub together and had gotten the worst of the dirt off and were busy lathering each other up. "OK, Men. Let's get you clean on the inside as well." Starting with the oldest, he took each of his sons out, dripping wet and sat him on the toilet, then inserted the enema tube in his rectum. "Hold as much as you can as long as you can, Son." Each one knew the routine, and when he let loose and the turds went splashing into the bowl, his tubmates applauded.
That done, Frank went about completing Ginny's list. When the boys finished and dried themselves, they ran naked back to the kitchen and offered to help. Ginny told Mickey to put a pile of towels on the coffee table and find all the dildoes in the house for her to wash, Mark to put the beer and colas into the cooler and then empty the waste baskets, and Frankie to straighten the boys bedroom "because people will be using your beds. We don't want them stepping on your toys or finding dirty undies under your pillows."
"Isn't Uncle David coming?"
"Oh, stop that!" Ginny and Frankie both started laughing. It was well-known that Uncle David loved to sniff little boys' dirty undies.
"Also, make sure there are lots of empty hangers in the laundry room so the kids can hang up their clothes when they come." Frankie knew most of the guests of course would simply deposit their clothes in heaps on the floor or on the washing machine and dryer.
"And for fucking sake, Boys, keep your asses clean!"
Frank was about to go out the door just as Mickey came back into the kitchen. "OK, Champ, I'm on my way to get Grampa."
"Yippee! Bye, Daddy. Mommy, I gotta piss!"
Frank stopped in his tracks. "Weren't you just up in the bathroom?"
"Yeah, but I like Mommy better."
"Look, Son. Your mother's very busy. Now you march right back up..."
"That's OK, Mickey," Ginny interrupted smiling. "I can always make time for a boy who needs to piss bad."
Frank shook his head and left. Ginny picked up her youngest child, sat him bare assed on the counter next to a platter of hors d'oeuvres and got down on her knees. "OK, let Mommy have it." She opened her mouth and knowing very well her son's shooting accuracy, closed her eyes. She heard his giggles and in seconds tasted his sweet boy piss and felt some on her face.
"Sorry, Mommy, I missed some, hehe." Ginny told him it was ok and to go stand by the front window and watch for guests arriving. She knew this was the first of many mouthfuls and facefuls of kid piss she'd be getting that night. She rubbed her twat in anticipation and went back to preparing the food.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.