My name is John Brookings. I am a husband, I am a father, I am a pervert and I am a child abuser. I am attracted to pre-teens - both girls and boys, and I am very much attracted to my 13 year old daughter. I believe sex with children is fine, especially when the child is a family member. My wife and daughter do not share my beliefs and they do not know how I feel. However, when I am done with them not only will they know how I feel, they too will also believe.
My first experience happened when I was 16. A family moved in next door during the summer. It was a man, his wife and their seven year old daughter. Hannah was so cute: round face that always had a smile, bright blue eyes and long blonde hair that she wore in pigtails. Every time I would see her playing in the yard my dick would get hard, then I would have to go masturbate, picturing cute little Hannah and her rosy cheeked face covered with cum. The erections were happening so frequently that one day I decided to do something about them.
Across the creek from our neighborhood was a park and during the summer Hannah would go to the park to play. There was a walking bridge that spanned the creek, and Hannah would usually ride her bike across it to get to the park. One day I waited under the bridge for her.
As she approached, I came out and told her there was something I wanted to show her. She followed me under the bridge. God she was adorable wearing a pink 'My Little Pony' shirt, white shorts, purple tennis shoes and pigtails with pink bows tied in her hair. I got an instant erection which popped out of my pants through the open zipper. I sat down and covered it with a towel I had brought with me. She walked over and stood next to me.
"Close your eyes, I've got a surprise for you," I said to her.
"Okay," she said, closing her eyes then covering them with her hands, a smile of anticipation on her face. "What is it?" she asked, obviously intrigued.
"You'll find out in a sec," I said, removing the towel, my cock big, hard and proud. "Open your eyes!"
She moved her hands and opened her eyes with a big grin on her face. When she saw my erection, she cocked her head to one side and looked a little puzzled. She pointed at it: "Is that your pee pee?"
She sounded so sweet and innocent that it made my dick even harder. "Yes, yes it is my pee pee," I said, repeating her name for it.
Hannah still seemed puzzled. "Why does it look like that?"
"Because you make me excited."
"I do?" Her face scrunched up like she was trying to figure out something. "Why?"
I looked directly at her. "I like little girls like you." My cock was beginning to ache.
"Oh," she said, as if she understood, but I don't think she did. "Okay."
She moved a couple of steps closer. "Ah, Johnny?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Can I touch it?" I wasn't expecting that, and I almost came when she asked.
"Yes, Hannah you may touch it." My voice cracked with the thought of this charming adorable little girl stroking my blood engorged member.
She squatted down and slowly reached out. I warned her to be gentle. Her fingers closed around the top, the tip hitting her palm. Her touch sent shock waves through my cock directly into my balls, making them tighten up, and into my ass, causing my hole to constrict. I told her to squeeze it. Using just her fingertips, Hannah carefully pressed them into my cock, amazed at how hard it was. Then, on her own, she started sliding her hand up and down my shaft. Unable to control myself, I moaned loudly. Surprised, she quickly let go.
"Am I hurting you Johnny?" she asked her voice full of concern and fear.
"No Hannah, you're not hurting me. In fact, you're making me feel really good." I spoke calmly and with as much reassurance as possible. "Please keep doing it."
She started stroking my cock again; her hand felt so hot on my sensitive skin. After only a couple of strokes, a drop of pre cum popped out. I scooped it onto the tip of my finger, held it out to Hannah and told her to taste it.
She backed away. "It's not wee wee is it?" she asked. I smiled at that.
"No, it's not. It's much better than wee wee." I pushed my finger toward her. "Go ahead, try it. It won't hurt you."
She still didn't seem too sure, but moved closer, peering at it and then smelling it. Finally, she stuck out her hot wet little pink tongue and took a small lick. She looked surprised.
"That tastes good," she said, a bit stunned, licking up the rest of it. "Can I have some more?"
"Sure," I said, squeezing a bigger drop onto my finger. This time, rather than licking it off, she stuck my finger in her mouth and sucked it off. I was shocked, but elated. Feeling her suck on my finger made the excitement in me grow more.
"Do you want some more?" I asked.
She vigorously nodded her head, her pigtails bouncing around. "Yeah, it's really good!"
I squeezed out some more. "Why don't you just lick it off the tip of my pee pee?" I suggested to her.
"How?" she asked.
"Just pretend it's a straw," I answered, barely able to contain my excitement.
I watched in awe as this sweet cute seven year old wrapped her virgin lips around the head of my cock and started sucking. My heart was beating a mile a minute, the sweat was pouring from every pore and I was gasping for air. My cock got harder, my muscles tightened and the cum in my balls began to boil: I was on the brink of an orgasm.
Without thinking, I grabbed the back of Hannah's head and drove her down onto my cock. She squealed and instantly started gagging and retching. Tears were pouring from her eyes as she tried to get up, but I held her head there, making her continue to gag. The squealing, retching and crying just inflamed my passion even more, and holding her head in place, I began to fuck her mouth, driving my cock deeper into her little throat. Her body was jerking about and her arms were flailing around, trying anything to get free, but I was too strong for her.
I shoved my cock as deep into her throat as I could and pounded my fist on the back of her head, donkey punching her. On the third punch, she finally puked, her vomit spraying out around my hard cock. At the same time I came, jetting my hot cum directly into her stomach. She then passed out.
I continued abusing Hannah until she was twelve. One day she asked me why we didn't spend more time together, and I told her the truth: that she was too old for me and I needed someone younger. The next day her mother found her dead when she committed suicide by hanging herself. They found a note that simply said 'I'm too old.'
I had moved on to Marcy, a cute little ten year old. I kept her around for a year or so, but as I grew older I noticed my desires changing. I was beginning to notice older girls, usually 12 to 14 year olds. I was really attracted to their developing bodies, their tits filling out and nipples getting hard, maybe for the first time. I especially enjoyed looking at their small round asses, firm yet so shapely in tight fitting pants or revealing shorts. That is why I was attracted to Teri.
My apartment was across the street from a middle school; I picked it precisely for that reason. I was on the second floor and had a perfect view of the school's athletic fields. As the weather got warmer, more and more PE classes would be held on the fields; I was mostly interested in the girls' classes. Most days I would stand nude in front of the window, the drapes open just enough to see through, watching the girls with binoculars and jacking off.
One day I was peeping the third period girls' PE class when I first saw Teri. She had long dark hair tied into a single pony tail, a tight fitting gym shirt that revealed small but full perky tits with very hard nipples, gym shorts that seemed to cling to her round firm young ass and well toned muscular legs. She looked to be very healthy and in good shape. There was something about her that I was instantly attracted to.
I had some contacts at the school, and through them I found out about Teri. She was an athlete, a good student, never caused any trouble and had been relentlessly sexually abused by her uncle between the ages of 5 and 12. Teri was 13 now.
I knew that former abused children make the best targets, so I aimed my efforts directly at Teri. Within about a month, I had complete control over her. She was completely submissive to me, doing what I wanted when I wanted her to do it and never questioning my reasons. If there was such a thing as a perfect child to abuse, Teri would be that child.
Her uncle had taught her everything about sex, from the normal to the most perverted, and I just reaped the benefits of that teaching. One day she would blow me and swallow my cum, the next day I would fuck her ass and the following day she would let me piss in her mouth. It was one of the best abusive experiences of my life.
Early on I started recording our sessions. I would keep a copy for myself to use as jack off material and then sell a copy to some special collectors. Teri quickly became a major draw and we were even taking special requests. Then one day the family the children's services had placed her with decided they didn't want her anymore. Teri was sent back into the system and placed with another family. I never heard from or saw her again.
A few months later I started dating my future wife. And although Janet was not into any type of underage play, she was open to just about any other type of sex, and that kept my pervasive desires under control. That and the recordings of Teri I would jack off to and Janet knew nothing about.
Janet and I had been married about a year when we had Paula. I was worried about how I would act with Paula as she got older, but I just upped my viewings of the Teri recordings and that seemed to be enough, until Paula's thirteenth birthday.
Becoming a teenager was very exciting for Paula, and she wanted a party with a few of her friends to celebrate the occasion. Janet and I agreed, but by the time of the party, it had turned into a sleepover with seven kids. Not exactly what we had planned, but it's what our daughter wanted so we allowed it.
I was completely caught off guard by the effect that seven young girls in various stages of pajamas would have on me. It started with Stacy, a red haired vixen who seemed to be teasing me with her ripe virgin body. She walked up to me to ask some inane question, a devilish grin on her face, with an obvious showing camel toe that could not be missed. My dick started stirring.
Next, they all were out at the pool when two of the girls got shoved in. Of course, it was the two girls with the largest tits who happened to be wearing sheer lace tops. When they got out, it was if they had no tops on, their large tits there for all to see and the cold water making their nipples very hard and very long. They both saw me watching them and shook their tits at me while laughing. My cock got harder.
Finally, they all came in and settled in the den, where they were going to sleep. I was in the kitchen listening to them talk about boys when I heard Paula tell them where I was. This intrigued me so I listened more intently. One of the girls started describing how she would give a blow job, a very detailed and explicit description. Then another was talking about how she would fuck a guy, using the filthiest words to indicate the most perverted acts I had ever heard. I then heard my daughter's voice. She started telling them about how much she loved cum, about how warm it felt raining down on her face and running down her throat to in between her tits. I wanted to march into the room and scold them all for talking like that but I couldn't since my cock was fully erect and tenting out my pants. I went straight to the bathroom and jacked off, and began to wonder if the girls would be safe from me for the night.
I went to bed but it took an agonizingly long time to fall asleep. When I did, I had an incredibly explicit sex dream involving all the girls with Paula as the main attraction.
Paula was tied to a chair and forced to watch me have sex with all the girls, orally, vaginally and anally. The girls were also having sex with themselves. Then, each girl moved in front of Paula and soaked her with their cunt juice, squirting her all over. When they were done, it was my turn. Before I came, I fucked my daughter in all her holes to the point of where she almost passed out from having one orgasm after another. I then started cumming, squirting stream after stream of cum all over her until she was covered in the thick gooey stuff. The other girls then started eating it off her, while I pissed stream after yellow stream over everyone. When I woke in the morning I had a raging hard on and an uncontrollable need to assault my daughter.
Janet came into the kitchen. I was eating breakfast and trying to get my urges under control. I wasn't being very successful.
"I'm taking the girls home and then going shopping. I'll be gone for a couple of hours. Paula's cleaning up the den, why don't you go help her."
This was exactly I needed: two hours alone with my daughter. My cock started stirring in my pants as my plan came together.
When I walked into the den the first thing I saw was Paula's ass with her shorts crawling up into her ass crack. My urges got stronger.
"Would you like some help?" I asked her.
"Yeah dad, that'd be great," she answered, straightening up and turning toward me. My cock got instantly hard. Paula was wearing a very thin white T-shirt that seemed to cling to her ripe inviting tits which had sprung these hard nipples that were sticking out at least three quarters of an inch. Oh fuck, I thought, I had better do this quick.
I grabbed both of her arms, spun her around and tied them behind her back. I then picked her up and started to carry her to the basement stairs.
"Daddy, what are you doing?" She was surprised, startled and afraid. Her eyes were wide with fear and she had begun to cry. I ignored her question. I was completely focused on the assault I was about to do to my daughter.
I tied her down to a spare mattress, spread eagled. She continued to ask what was going on and why I was doing this, tears flowing and her face full of fear. I didn't answer her, but the more she pleaded the more I wanted to violently fuck her.
I stood over her and slowly removed my clothes, staring at her with pure lust in my eyes. When she saw my erection she knew what was going to happen and started pleading with me even more to get me to stop. I just stood there, a wicked smile on my face, listening to my daughter, staring at her and stroking my hardening cock.
She shut up when she saw the scissors in my hand, thinking I was going to stab her. I didn't. I used then to cut off her clothes. I started with her shirt, cutting from the bottom up to the neckline. I folded it back, exposing her flat stomach and tits, small mounds of flesh topped by incredibly hard and long nipples. I gasped at seeing them, fell to my knees and started sucking on them. Paula was clearly disgusted, but that only increased my lust.
While sucking on one nipple, I would squeeze and maul the other one hard enough to make her scream. This would bring a smile to my face. I would then switch and do the same thing. By this time my cock was so hard it was aching and the pre cum was pouring out. I covered the tip of my finger with pre cum and tried to shove it into Paula's mouth, but she kept resisting me. Finally I was able to get it in and I smeared the pre cum all over her tongue.
"YOU SICK FUCK!" she screamed at me, spitting the pre cum at me and hitting me in the chest. I looked her right in the face, kept smiling, wiped the spittle from my chest and used it on my cock while I continued to stroke it. She screamed in desperation.
In between the sobs and crying she started pleading again: "Daddy, why are you doing this? Please stop. I haven't done anything, Daddy please don't."
I had heard enough. I slapped her across the face as hard as I could, splitting her lip so that a little stream of blood ran down her cheek, and told her to "shut the fuck up." She screamed at the shock and pain of the slap.
I pulled her panties and shorts off, exposing her ripe young untouched virgin cunt. I spread her legs apart, put my face up against her crotch feeling the natural warmness on my cheek and took a deep sniff. The odor of her cunt was invigorating. My excitement grew, my cock twitching with each pump of blood. I could feel it growing under me, getting longer, getting harder and getting to a point where I would not be able to control it.
I slowly raised my head to look at Paula. Her face was covered in tears, her eyes ablaze with terror, a bright red mark and blood on her cheek from where I slapped her. She was struggling to get free, but the ropes were tied to tight. I noticed her wrists and ankles were beginning to bleed from being rubbed raw by the rope.
There was a look of madness and lust in my eyes, and a crazy wicked grin on my face. It must have scared Paula because as soon as she saw me she quit her pleading and stopped moving. I moved to her arm and licked up the blood from the rope burn. The taste sent bolts of ecstasy through my body.
I wanted Paula to taste herself, so I coated my lips with her warm sweet blood and moved in to kiss her. She turned her head away from me, wanting nothing to do with me. I grabbed her head with both hands and forcefully turned her face toward me, our faces only a few inches apart.
"Happy birthday honey!" I joyfully said to her, planting a deep passionate kiss on her mouth. She screamed and tried to get away but I was holding her head too tightly. She then did the only thing she could do: took a big deep bite of my lower lip.
I screamed in pain as my blood poured out and covered Paula's mouth, chin and throat. She spat out the blood from her mouth right into my face, screaming at me: "YOU SICK BASTARD, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!"
"YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE THAT," I told her, moving quickly to between her legs. I raised her legs in the air and aimed my hard swollen cock directly at her virgin cunt.
"Oh God no, Daddy please don't. I'm so sorry." She was saying anything to try and get me to stop, but it was useless. My cock had taken over my actions and I was about to violently rape the living hell out of my 13 year old daughter.
My head exploded in white hot pain. Before my eyes there was nothing but darkness. I felt myself falling, landing on the edge of the mattress and then rolling onto the floor. Then another stab of pain in my head, sending white flashes in front of my eyes, followed by complete darkness and silence.
I awoke with a throbbing pain in my head, something akin to a jackhammer pounding into my brain. It was so intense I thought I might throw up. As I became more aware my eyes began to focus and I realized that I was now tied down to the mattress, completely naked, but still with a hard on, which seemed quite funny to me.
"Mom, he's awake." It was Paula. She was somewhere behind me.
"Honey, please help me," I asked her. "Please untie…"
"Shut the fuck up." It was Janet, standing at the foot of the mattress, staring at me and looking extremely pissed.
"Honey, baby this is just a misunderstanding." I was groveling, trying anything to get out of this potentially dangerous situation. It didn't work.
"Don't honey baby me, you perverted bastard. The girls told me what happened last night."
I thought about that for a second, knowing what the girls did and said, not sure why Janet would be mad at me. Of course, I forgot she had just walked in on me about to rape our daughter.
"You mean how they acted and what they said to get me excited?" I attempted to sound as innocent as possible.
"No." Janet sounded disgusted. "It was how you were spying on them, leering at them, walking around showing them your erection. All sorts of disgusting things."
I was shocked. I didn't remember doing any of that, and told that to Janet. Then Paula spoke.
"It's true. You did all that. It was really embarrassing and really scary."
"And now you were about to rape our daughter." The anger came through in Janet's voice and I knew I was in deep trouble. "You pig, you must pay." She spat the words at me.
I had no idea what she was going to do, but being tied down and naked didn't seem like a very safe position to be in. I was right about that.
The next thing I knew, Janet was on her knees between my legs. She had grabbed my balls and pulled them away from my body so that there was just skin left. I began to sweat and get very scared.
"Here mom," Paula said, handing something to Janet. Janet looked at me with a very evil grin and then showed me what Paula had given her, tugging a little more on my balls.
My heart was pounding in my chest, I was gasping for air and my body was covered with sweat. I was terrified. I started screaming, pleading with her to stop, while I also tried to get free, kicking and flailing my body. Nothing worked.
Janet slowly moved her hand toward the top part of my ball sack, the skin now stretched away from my body. I couldn't believe she was about to do this, and I continued to scream, plead and flail about.
I watched in what seemed like slow motion as her thumb and fingers moved together, causing the blades of the pinking shears to cut through my skin. The pain was like nothing I had ever felt. She took another cut, and now the blood was beginning to flow, covering her hands and the scissors. I turned my head to one side and puked. On the third cut, I could hear the blades cutting through my skin, grisly slicing of fresh flesh. I was now numb from the pain, not really feeling anything. On the last cut, she must have hit a vein because there was blood spurting into the air, landing on my stomach and covering my cock. She held up my castrated ball sack, showing me that I would never fuck anybody again. She reached in, pulled out my balls and fed them to our dog. Then I died.
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