No one was sure where the video originated. It had first been posted to a YouTube account that had no other videos posted to it. At least, that was as far back as it could be tracked; by the time anyone went looking, there were already thousands, if not tens of thousands of re-uploads on social media networks like YouTube and Facebook, aggregate sites like Reddit, forums and webpages all over the internet. The trail stopped, however at that one YouTube post which was the oldest one anyone could find and boasted over a billion views.
No one could quite figure out why it was shared so much. There wasn’t much to see; there was no animation, no image of someone holding their phone out and talking at the camera. It had no “list of hidden things in the Star Wars movies”, or reasons that you should believe Jesus Christ is the one true way. It contained no pirated clip from a well known TV show or music and lyrics to the hottest current pop hit. It held no instructions for making a rustic bed from two-by-fours and a circular saw, or directions for the perfect smoked brisket. What it did contain, was static. There was, however, something hidden in the static. But just what was hidden there, no one could agree on.
Some saw trees in a forest. Some saw a hall with endless doors. Some saw their dream car on a racetrack. Some saw their favorite toy from childhood. Some saw the faces of loved ones long departed. Some saw paradise. Some saw monsters hiding in the darkness. Some saw the key to immortality. Some saw intangible things like love or joy or happiness or peace. But one thing everyone who saw it agreed on: they had to watch it more than once, and they had to share it with others. That’s not to say that it had to be watched on a continuous loop, but most people who saw it watched it a few times a week for three or four months. After that, they seemed to lose interest.
So, no one knew where it came from.
No one knew who had made it.
No one knew why they watched it.
No one knew why they shared it.
But more importantly, no one knew what it was doing to them.
Clarissa And Her Father
12 year old Clarissa Davies was shown the video at her friend Stacy’s house. She and Stacy had watched it three times and, before Clarissa had had to go home that afternoon, the pair of them had stripped down and rubbed first themselves, and then each other, to their first orgasms. Clarissa then showed it to her mother, who watched it twice and then watched placidly as the preteen drove herself to yet another orgasm with her hand shoved down her shorts.
By the end of the week, Clarissa often went completely nude around the house, thinking nothing of showing off her developing body with her less-than-A-cup tits, delicate wisps of pubic hair and slightly flaring hips. She seemed perpetually horny with her little nipples constantly in a rock hard state and her cunt drooling endless amounts of girl juice.
She’d stopped wearing underwear of any kind to school and would often rub herself to near silent orgasms in class when she thought she could get away with it.
She happily showed the video to her father during her next weekend with him. They watched it together four times and by the end, she’d noticed that he was fighting an uncomfortably bound erection that strained for freedom from his pants. She was a bit surprised at her own daring when she reached out and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. She was even more surprised that he didn’t stop her and that he, in fact, raised his ass off the couch to allow her to strip them off. Then, as though in unspoken agreement, they finished stripping off each others clothes.
Clarissa had never seen a cock before, but couldn’t help but think her dad’s must be the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. Despite her innocence where the opposite sex was concerned, she seemed to know instinctively what to do. She knelt down between her father’s legs and engulfed him with her mouth, licking and sucking on his hardness in a way that, judging by his moans and groaned words of encouragement, he greatly enjoyed. One of her hands cupped and fondled his heavy balls while her other worked its way down to diddle her slippery slit.
Several times, she drove her father to the point of orgasm before somehow knowing that she needed to back off and let him cool down for a minute before resuming her ministrations. All the while, she was fingering herself and had, in fact, climaxed more than once.
Finally, after bringing him to the edge for the fourth time, she lifted herself off, moved up his body and kissed him in a way that she’d never kissed him before. This was full of passion and raw sexuality. It lasted nearly a full minute, while she avoided touching his throbbing cock and allowed him to come down from his impending eruption. Then she kneed herself up onto the couch and straddled him, grasping his still rigid member and aiming it at her technically virgin cunt. She nuzzled the head at her entrance and then allowed herself to drop, ramming him inside her, sheathing him completely. She cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as muscles she’d never even thought about before, stretched to accommodate his girth.
He reached up and started fondling her little tits as she began to slowly ride his cock, picking up speed as her body adapted to the penetration. Faster and faster she bounced whimpering and groaning as she pistoned up and down, driving them both nearer to orgasm. Eventually, he dropped his hands to grab her waist in an effort to both help guide her movements and also to increase their speed and force, slapping their sexes together in father-daughter ecstasy.
Finally, he slammed her down as his climax washed over him, pumping several strong spurts of his potent seed into her fertile womb. The impact and the sensation of the pulsing and hot spray inside her served to send her over the edge as well, cumming around his throbbing cock until she collapsed forward into his strong arms.
There was hardly a moment that weekend that they spent apart. She even slept in his bed and shared his showers. He marveled at just how virile he seemed to be with his daughter—far more than he ever had with her mother—able to leave her tiny preteen cunt dripping his cum as many as six times in one day.
When her mother arrived to retrieve her late Sunday evening—clearly upset, since he was supposed to have dropped their daughter off that afternoon—it was to find the two of them fucking brazenly in the backyard. While angry about having to make a trip, she was apparently perfectly fine with her daughter rutting with her ex-husband; actually sitting down and watching them while waiting for them to finish. Once they were done, she managed to get Clarissa into a skirt and a button-front top (left unbuttoned) before letting her out front to go to the car.
On the drive home, she asked her daughter if she’d had fun.
“Oh, yes,” Clarissa said, her hand tracing lazy circles around her still dripping slit. “We fucked all weekend.”
They drove in silence for a while before Clarissa spoke again.
“Mom,” she said. “I wanna get pregnant.”
Of course, at that moment, she had no way of knowing she already was.
Krista Gets What’s Coming to Her
Krista had her hand between her legs again. She stroked and rubbed her 9 year old cock slot with all the vigor of a seasoned porn star as she watched her brother and sister next to her. 11 year old Katie, nude from the waist down, rode up and down on their brother’s 14 year old shaft. Krista watched her older sister’s tummy, bouncing up and down along with her, and wondered if her brothers prick was poking at the baby. Katie was only three months along and barely starting to show as the incestuous pair fucked their way down the street in the back seat of the GMC Yukon, their mother in the driver’s seat seemingly ignoring the oversexed trio. Rides to school sure have changed, thought Krista.
Things had been pretty normal around the Olivetti house at the end of the previous school year. Krista had had a vague idea about human sexuality, but like most girls her age, it barely registered on her radar. She only took any notice of it at all when it was somehow plopped right in front of her and it could not be avoided. For the most part, she thought boys were icky, except for her brother Johnny, who was just dumb, and her dad, who didn’t count as a boy, because he was her dad.
She’d spent a couple of days mad at her best friend Becky, because practically overnight, she went from liking all the same things Krista liked to always talking about boys and trying to get their attention. When she’d tried to talk to Becky about it at school, her friend had seemed more interested in showing the boys something on a phone—which Krista was pretty sure wasn’t even hers—than acknowledging the girl. When Becky finally did seem to notice Krista, she just held out the phone and told her that she just had to watch some video. Krista hadn’t even looked at it, but had stalked away more mad at her friend than ever.
So Krista hadn’t talked to her best friend in a couple days and Becky had seemed more than happy to spend all her time with boys. She could have them.
Krista, however, had spent all her time both at school and at home in a foul mood, causing her to get in trouble more than once, having taken her frustrations out on a family member or on some task she’d been asked to do. It had been during one of those times that she’d been having a time-out in her room that Katie had come in with her laptop.
“What do you want?” she’d asked.
“Oh, nothing,” Katie had answered. “I know you’ve been kinda mad for a while and I thought you might like to see something that’ll cheer you up.”
Krista, however hadn’t been in the mood to be cheered up.
“Go ’way,” she’d replied.
Katie had seemed really disappointed at that and, seeming almost unsure of what to do, she’d haltingly turned toward the door and started to leave.
But Krista had felt bad that she’d been angry at her sister, especially since she’d simply been trying to be nice.
“Wait,” she’d said, and Katie had stopped and turned back. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to be mean.”
Katie had smiled a huge smile and nearly flounced over to Krista’s bed, sitting down next to her.
“You gotta see this,” she’d said as she flipped up the laptop’s screen, which displayed a Facebook page with a video on it.
“What is it?”
“Just watch,” Katie had said with a kind of adamant eagerness to her voice. She’d clicked play and made the video full screen.
Krista had watched as the video started, displaying static, though she really hadn’t known what it was since she’d never actually seen an analogue television with static on it, and so, to her, it was simply thousands of tiny, random gray dots moving all over the screen.
But among those dots, she’d been sure she’d seen something—something moving. It was like seeing movement in the corner of the eye, or something shadowy in the darkness. It was indistinct, but as the video had gone on, she’d become more sure that it was there. Movement. Shapes. Shadow.
The longer she’d watched, the more she’d concentrated on making out whatever it was. The more she’d concentrated, the more she’d wanted to watch.
Then, for a brief moment, it had been clear; she’d seen a head.
Maybe.
More movement and she thought she’d seen legs. Two of them. No! Four!
And a body!
It was her favorite cartoon horse! Why hadn’t she seen it before? It was so obvious.
She’d watched the horse prance and play and all the while, she couldn’t take her eyes off the screen.
And then it was over. She’d blinked and looked over at Katie to find that her sister had her shorts open and her hand moving around inside them. Far from being shocked, however, it had sparked within her a sort of nagging urge to do the same thing. Tentatively, she’d run her right hand over the crotch of her capris and felt a surge of pleasurable tingles rippling out from the contact.
In no time, it had seemed, both of them were naked and Katie was licking and sucking on Krista’s little coochie, driving the then eight year old to her first ever orgasm. Then they were on Krista’s bed in the classic 69 position. That’s how their brother had found them. For a moment, Krista had thought that they’d been caught and would be in trouble, but Johnny had simply started removing his own clothing. By the time they’d been called to dinner, Johnny had fucked both of his sisters, leaving a healthy amount of cum in each of their hairless cunts.
Krista had discovered a new world that day, a new world of sex and pleasure that she’d never suspected before that and the next day at school, she quickly found her friend Becky and they’d made up. Unfortunately, that was right before the end of the school year so she would have to wait until Fall for the endless supply of boys and, instead, settle for Johnny and any boys in her neighborhood.
Johnny, it seemed was more interested in Katie than in her, so she spent her days roaming as far as her mother would let her—which was rarely far enough—looking for cocks to ride. She did have her father as well, but he was diligently fair, spreading his attentions between her mother, sister and herself, and for Krista, it simply wasn’t enough.
So, with the exception of her birthday party in July, where she’d fucked all six of the boys that had attended in between opening presents and eating cake and ice cream, her summer had been pretty dry for a little girl eager for sex.
Now that school was back in session, she had though that she’d be able to get all the cock she wanted. But it turned out that, for some reason, not everyone was OK with kids fucking—certainly some of the teachers weren’t—so they’d had to be careful and had limited their escapades to recesses and lunch. Then an out of the way spot had to be found so they wouldn’t be caught. Finding a willing boy and a good fucking spot at the same time was sometimes too much to ask for. Add to that the fact that Katie and Johnny fucked right next to her on the way to school every morning, leaving Krista extra horny, meant that she was one very frustrated little girl.
And today was certainly no different.
The car pulled up in front of Stafford Middle school. Katie climbed off of Johnny and scrambled for her skirt.
“Get your skirt on and let us out,” Katie said.
But Krista was horny and frustrated and upset that she was getting so little attention.
“No!” she said petulantly, folding her arms defiantly, propping her feet up on the back of the seat in front of her and doing her best to block their way. She knew she couldn’t block them forever, but she hoped that she might be able to get some attention from Johnny.
“Krista, honey,” her mother said from the front seat, “you need to let them out.”
Realizing she wasn’t going to get what she wanted but was instead going to get in trouble, Krista sighed the biggest sigh she could manage, trying to look extremely put upon. She then opened the door and climbed out, standing on the sidewalk, defiantly skirtless. Right then she wanted the world to see just how much her little slit was not dripping with cum. From somewhere nearby, somebody wolf whistled and Katie, appreciating that little bit of attention turned her hips in that direction. Maybe some middle school boy would come over and fuck her.
“You’re going to get in trouble,” Katie said in a low voice as she climbed out after her.
“I don’t care,” she shot back.
But Johnny was out of the car as well, and both siblings decided to pretend they didn’t know her and walked away.
“Krista, sweetie,” called her mom. “Come on, get back in the car.”
Krista stamped her sneaker clad foot on the sidewalk and climbed back in.
Soon enough, they were on their way, headed as usual for Eastman School a few miles away, Krista fingering her desperate little cunny, frustrated.
They had only driven a few blocks however, when her mother pulled the SUV over to the curb. Krista looked around and spotted the police car with its lights flashing directly behind them. She idly wondered what her mother had done wrong. Maybe she was going too fast.
Krista still had her fingers buried in her cunt when the policeman appeared at the passenger side front window. She was also still naked from the waist down—save her shoes and socks—but the front passenger seat blocked the man’s view into the back so she didn’t really think he could see her. She wasn’t really sure she’d care if he did.
“Ma’am,” the policeman said to her mother. “Is this your little girl in the back?” He turned and looked her in the eye. She tried to imagine this man jamming his cock into her and the pace of her fingering picked up a bit. Her mother glanced in the rear-view mirror at her and sighed almost imperceptibly.
“Yes, officer,” she replied, “she is.”
“I see,” said the man. “I’m going to have to ask her to step out of the vehicle.”
It took a moment for his words to register with her, when they did, she was confused but her fingers didn’t stop. Maybe the man would jam his cock into her. Her mother now looked back over her shoulder with a worried expression before returning her attention to the cop.
“Is there some problem, officer?” she asked. “I’d rather she not be late to school.”
“Well, ma’am,” he said, “I’m afraid I’m going to have to take her down to the station. Back in front of the school, I witnessed your daughter exit this vehicle while partially nude and expose herself to minors, some of which were under the age of fourteen.”
“Oh,” her mother said, knowing they’d been caught, and in the worst possible way. “Uh, I didn’t... She, um... She was just acting out.” She laughed nervously. “You know how children can be. I’ll make sure she’s punished and won’t do it again.”
“Ma’am,” the cop said patiently, “your daughter is guilty of indecent exposure, multiple counts of lewd and lascivious behavior with a minor, multiple counts of lewd and lascivious behavior with a minor under the age of fourteen and several other charges. I realize that she’s under that age herself, but I’m afraid the law doesn’t make that distinction.”
Krista wasn’t sure what all that meant, but she was starting to think that this wasn’t good. Her hand slowed and slipped out of her pussy.
“What’s going to happen?” asked her mother.
“Well,” replied the cop. “I’m going to have to take her in to the station. There I’ll consult with some experts in the field and we’ll be asking her some questions. Then she’ll likely be released to you. You’ll be notified at that point whether or not we’ll be pressing any charges.”
There was a long moment of silence; even the traffic seemed to be quiet. Then her mother turned to face her.
“Krista, honey,” she said, holding back the tears that shone in her eyes. “You’re going to have to go with this nice man. You be sure to do everything he says and when it’s all over, I’ll be there to pick you up. OK?”
Krista was speechless. She was in trouble? For not having her skirt on? She looked on the floor but her skirt wasn’t there. She looked around, starting to panic, but she still didn’t see it. She wondered if Katie had taken it by mistake. Or if Johnny took it as a joke.
The lock on the door next to her popped and the officer pulled the door open. The sun poured through the opening and highlighted the fact that she was still naked from the waist down. The cop, who seemed ten feet tall just then, gestured for her to get out of the car. Her mother was openly crying, now.
“I can’t find my skirt,” she said timidly.
“Please step out of the car.”
“I don’t got my skirt on.”
“Miss,” his voice sounded impatient now, “please exit the vehicle now.”
Slowly, she slid out of the seat and climbed down out of the car. She turned and looked behind her and spotted her skirt. It had been kicked under the back seat on the far side of the car. She reached for it but she was grabbed by two strong hands and pulled back.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” he said.
“But I found my skirt,” she whined. “I wanna put it on.”
But she wasn’t allowed to collect the skirt. Instead, he marched her back to his car, where he opened the back door and made her get in. She discovered once the door was closed that there was no door handle on the inside. She was truly trapped and apparently in some real trouble. She began to really worry; she didn’t want to go to jail.
Once the officer had talked some more to her mother and then returned to the police car, he picked up the handset of the CB radio.
“1-Adam-15,” he said. “Update on 314 X-ray. Over.”
“1-Adam-15, go ahead,” responded a crackly voice after a few moments.
“1-Adam-15 is 10-15 Xray. Issue 10-19 for signal 60. ETA five minutes. Over.”
“10-4 1-Adam-15.”
The ride to the police station was the longest five minutes of Krista’s short life.
Once there, she was escorted into the back of the police station by the cop. Once inside they passed a couple of little rooms that looked to her like small jail cells. To her great relief, she was walked past those, through a door and into a hallway. She was led to another door and into a small room with a large mirror on one wall and a table and two chairs in the middle. The cop had her sit down in one of the chairs and then left, closing the door behind him.
She felt like she was there forever, sitting on the cold chair, still wearing nothing but a shirt and shoes and socks, but finally the door opened again. In walked another policeman—or, rather, a policewoman. She took a moment to look Krista up and down as though trying to comprehend the strangeness of a half-naked little girl, then she walked over and sat in the other chair.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?” she asked.
“Krista Olivetti,” Krista replied.
“And how old are you, Krista?”
“Nine,” she said, “and a half.”
“Nine and a half, huh?” the woman said, and Krista nodded. “Do you want to tell me why you’re dressed like you are?”
“Um,” Krista said a bit nervously. She wasn’t sure what to say, but the woman was a policewoman and she knew she was always supposed to tell the police the truth. “’Cause my brother was fucking my sister again this morning and not me. And I took my skirt off so I could rub my cunt easier.”
“Your brother and sister were having intercourse?” Krista nodded again. “Do they do that often?” Another nod.
“All the time,” she said.
“And how old are your brother and sister?”
“Johnny’s fourteen and Katie’s eleven.”
“And they have intercourse a lot?” she asked again as though she hadn’t just asked that question.
“Yeah,” Krista said, nodding yet again. “And I’m always tryin’ to get him to fuck me, but he just wants to stick his cock into Katie, even though she’s got a baby inside her.”
“I see.” But now that she’d started, Krista didn’t seem to want to stop.
“They’ve been fuckin’ since the end of school last year. They fuck all the time, like a hundred times a day! But he almost never fucks me, just like sometimes, like not even hardly at all. But I wanna fuck more than that. I wanna fuck all the time. But there’s no one around who can fuck me but Johnny and dad. And dad only fucks me a little bit more than Johnny. It’s just not fair!”
“Your father has sexual contact with you?”
“Oh, yeah,” said Krista. “But not all the time. He also fucks mom and Katie and he can only fuck a couple times a day.”
There was a long pause, while the cop studied her.
“Do you want to tell me why you got out of the car this morning without your skirt on?”
“I don’t know,” she said, shrugging one shoulder. “I was just so mad at Johnny. I wanted someone to fuck me. I was kinda hoping that one of the middle school boys would see me and stick his cock in me.”
“And when did you begin to have these desires?”
“You mean when did I start wantin’ to fuck?”
“Yes.”
“It was before summer, I think,” Krista said. “Katie came into my room to show me a video and next thing I know, we’re licking each others pussies and then Johnny came in and fucked us both and it was nice, but he don’t fuck me as much as I wanna fuck.”
“So,” said the policewoman carefully. “You’d be willing to have sex now if you could?”
“Yeah!” the little girl exclaimed. “If I could, I’d fuck right now! I’d fuck a hundred boys a hundred billion bajillion times!”
“I see.” The officer stood and crossed to the door. It opened as she reached it, revealing the cop that had pulled her mother over. The female officer said to him, “You were right about her. She’s all yours,” and then left the room as the other cop stepped inside and closed the door behind him. Krista stared up at him from her chair.
“You wanna fuck, huh?” the cop asked.
Krista nodded.
Almost before she knew what had happened, Krista found herself sitting on the table as the cop ran his hands over her undeveloped body, sending jolts of pleasure through her. He massaged her little cunt, stroking the fleshy lips and hot, pink inner flesh, drawing her wetness out and coating the girl’s sex with it. He then grabbed her shirt and pulled it up and off, exposing her delicate little nipples which topped two gentle swells that would one day become breasts, but were currently little more than a last, lingering bit of baby fat.
The cop lifted her legs and, pulling her by the thighs, slid her forward so that her ass rested right at the edge of the table. He then gently pushed her back so that her upper half lay flat before freeing his rigid cock and nestling it between her legs. He moved back and forth, drawing his member across the girl’s cleft, teasing and tantalizing her, causing her to grow even more aroused than she already was.
Finally, unable to wait any longer, she reached down and seized the officer’s cock, aiming it directly at the entrance to her core. He watched her closely as he slowly pressed into her. Seeing no signs of pain or resistance, he began to fuck her in earnest, pistoning his cock into her tight, wet quim. She wrapped her legs around his waist as though afraid he might stop suddenly and try to leave. He pounded away at her tiny cunt, actually surprised that such a small girl could take him to full depth. After a while, he used his thumb to play with her clit, driving her to a small climax. She squealed and twitched on his cock, sending him over the edge. He spilled himself inside her as his thrusts slowed to a stop.
“Did you like that?” he asked.
She nodded. “Uh huh,” she said. “It felt real good.”
“You want some more?”
She knew from experience with her dad that men had a much longer recovery time that boys like her brother.
“You can do it again already?” she asked.
“No,” he replied. “But I have a lot of friends who are willing to help.”
Soon enough, he’d been replaced by another cop, who lay on the table while she straddled him, fucking herself on his shaft. He stroked her chest, gently pinching her little nipples making her squeal in delight even as she groaned from the sensations emanating from her pussy. His fingers traced little paths down her sides, over her hips and along her thighs. One of his hands moved to her center and, with thumb and forefinger, opened her nether lips, slipping and sliding in her juices, while the other reached around behind her to squeeze her fleshy cheeks and tiny puckered asshole. At first she thought it would be nasty with his hand back there—it was strange and unusual for her since no one, father, brother nor schoolmate had ever done that to her before—but the added sensations caused her muscles to clench involuntarily and drove her over the edge again.
She dropped down on him as her cunt began spasming with orgasm. He used his hands to guide her into grinding herself on him which prolonged her cum. Eventually, she was left panting as she came down from the heights of her peak. When she failed to start moving again, he pulled her down to his chest, and began thrusting his cock into her at a rapid pace. The rapid friction so soon after her climax caused her next to begin building at a surprising rate. Within half a minute, she tipped over the edge again as her partner cried out and spilled himself inside her.
Yet another cop entered the room and helped pull her off of her previous lover. He carried her to the wall with the mirror. He lifted her up and pinned her between his body and the wall so that he could slip one hand down and position his cock at her well fucked hole. He then backed off a bit and let gravity do all the work, dropping her until he was buried to the hilt. He then began thrusting in and out of her girlhood.
Krista was in heaven. Being fucked by the third guy that morning, her sensitive nerves were sneaking up on yet another peak, her fifth. Or was it her sixth? She wasn’t sure. And she really didn’t care. All she knew was that she never wanted it to end. Now she was being fucked up against a wall while the guy was standing up. She hadn’t even known that was possible. And when the other guy had put his fingers at her butthole... She desperately wanted to be touched there again, but up against the wall, she didn’t think he could get to it.
Suddenly, he was pulling her away from the wall, supporting her with his strong arms. And she felt someone else behind her; she hadn’t even noticed anyone else coming in. The cop fucking her, stopped and just held her in place while she felt something large nuzzling up to her sensitive little asshole. It took a moment for her to comprehend that the other guy was trying to fit his dick inside it. Could he? Would it fit? Would it hurt?
Another bit of pressure and a shiver of pleasure coursed through her. Her instinct was to clench tight, but that would likely keep him out and she didn’t want that, so she tried her hardest to relax. It was hard, though; her body kept acting on it’s own and she was afraid that he was going to give up. She ground down on the cock inside her—at least, as much as she could in the position she was currently in—trying to take her mind off the probing prick at her butt. There was a shift and then more pressure and then, so sudden she squealed in shock, her little puckered hole opened up and the second man was buried deep inside her.
Her eyes widened. She’d never felt so full. With one cock in her cunt and another in her butt (that kinda made her feel like she had to poop) she wondered how there was even room. Then the man in her butt started sawing in and out, each plunge driving him deeper and deeper into her colon, the sensation unlike anything she’d ever felt before. After a few dozen thrusts, the need-to-poop feeling subsided and she began feeling a new kind of pleasure. It stacked on top of the pleasure she got when the cop in her cunt started fucking her again, driving her to new heights and causing yet another climax to wash over her small body.
It was quite a while later that the officers finished with her and she finished with them, having fucked in so many different positions and combinations—most of which she’d never heard of, seen before or believed possible. She’d even twice been in the middle of a four-way—sucking off one guy while being double fucked by two more.
Krista was escorted by the policewoman that had questioned her down several hallways through the labyrinthine building—walking quite slowly and with a noticeable waddle as she was rather sore from the experience—until they reached a set of double doors. The woman opened the right one and gestured the girl through and into the main entryway where her mother was waiting for her with her skirt.
“Oh, baby!” her mother exclaimed, jumping to her feet and rushing over to give her a huge hug. “Are you all right?”
“Uh huh,” Krista said, nodding. “They’re so nice here. I got fucked so many times, mom! I cummed like a million times!” The girl’s cunt was, indeed red and swollen, looking very well fucked indeed. Her mother slipped the skirt around her daughter and adjusted it, hiding the evidence of her sexual conquest from view.
“Is that right?”
“Uh huh! Did you know you could be fucked in the butt?”
Her mother stood up from kneeling in front of her and faced the policewoman.
“Mrs. Olivetti,” the officer began, “at this time, we will not be pressing any charges against your daughter.”
“Oh, thank God!” came the reply.
“We’ve had a talk with her about not being nude in public, at least until those ridiculous, puritanical laws are changed.”
“I’ll make sure she doesn’t, officer.”
The mother and daughter turned to leave.
“Far be it from me to tell you how to raise your children, ma’am, but if you don’t mind, I’d suggest making sure your daughter is a little less frustrated sexually. That seems to be what started all this.”
Krista’s mother seemed to contemplate that for a moment. “I see,” she said. “I’ll do that. Thank you officer.”
“No problem,” the policewoman said. “You both have a nice day now.”
As the pair walked out the front door, Krista turned to her mother and said, “I like it here. They fuck real good. Can we come back soon?”
Happy Sexy New Year
Susie was incredibly happy. She was 8 years old this year and it was the first time her parents were letting her stay up till midnight on New Year’s eve. The evening had started out well, her brother Jack, who was 12 and had been allowed to stay up for the big ball drop four years already, was full of energy and helped her stay awake. She really didn’t want to miss anything.
It was a tradition in their family to watch Dick Clark’s New Years Rockin’ Eve on TV. Her father had said that he had always watched it with his mommy and daddy when he was little, but she wasn’t sure she believed him; how could that show be on when he was a kid? That had to be a million years ago—or at least 10.
Finally the hour was near and at ten o’clock, the TV was changed to ABC. There was a commercial on. When that finished, the next thing she saw was a picture of a street from far overhead, with tall buildings and a huge crowd of people. The title came flying on screen, music could be heard (she thought it was that “Old Ang Sign” song) and an announcer began speaking.
“It’s Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve 2016 with Ryan Seacrest. Tonight Ryan welcomes: 5 Seconds of Summer, Fall Out Boy, Ellie Goulding, Walk the Moon, Luke Bryan, Demi Lovato, Wiz Khalifa featuring Charlie Puth and many more. With Carrie Underwood and a special performance by Jimmy Buffet! And all night long on the ABC News Wall in Times Square: The viral video that’s sweeping the internet...
I welcome anyone who would like to contribute a story set in this universe. To help you out, here is how the video generally affects various types of people:
Prepubescent girls: (1) Creates/increases sexual desire, (2) Lowers inhibitions
Pubescent girls: (1) Increases sexual desire, (2) Lowers inhibitions, (3) Creates/increases desire for pregnancy
Post-pubescent girls/women: Relaxes social norms regarding nudity of others and sexual contact with those underage
Prepubescent boys: Little to no effect
Pubescent boys: (1) Creates/increases sexual desire, (2) Lowers inhibitions
Post-pubescent boys/men: (1) Relaxes social norms regarding nudity of others and sexual contact with those underage, (2) Skews sexual attraction to younger partners
In all viewers, it creates an insatiable need to share the video with others. Please bear in mind that this is how the video is intended to work. However, nothing works perfectly 100% of the time.
-NOI
