I've been feeling very sexually aggressive just lately, probably because of my conquest of a young boy and domination of a young woman. I have the urge to go out and find something pretty to torture and sexually murder. A gorgeous little blonde childwhore of about 7 or 8 would do nicely. Yesterday was a Saturday so Simon was able to spend much of the day with me. He arrived at half past ten wearing a pair of the tightest pale blue jeans imaginable. The shape of his already very hard young boy sausage, the beauty of his big bottomcheeks, nothing was left to the imagination. As usual, I was stunned into momentary silence at his gorgeous, succulent sexuality (despite his not especially attractive face). “Hi," I croaked. He smiled (he has a heartmelting smile), said softly “Hi." I took him in my arms and kissed his lovely 14 year old mouth. “Come up to the study, babysex. I've got a big present for you." “Really?" His eyes lit up and he took off up the stairs in front of me. I'm sure he was purposely exaggerating the sensual motion of his fabulous boycunt for my benefit.

Wrapped in shiny, bright dayglow pink paper, it was big and it stood on the coffee table, the very place where, the day before, both Michelle Legge and Simone himself had danced nude for me. “Open it," I croaked, breathless from trying to keep up with the boy's youthful race up the stairs. My lovely little girlyboyfriend crouched down in front of the table, picked up the box, felt its weight, examined it on all sides, even underneath, then put it gently back on the tabletop and began to rip the paper from it. As soon as he saw the logo `Playstation II' he drew in a theatrical breath then squealed with delight “Oh thank you, Sir. Thank you. Thank you." I think I guessed right. He doesn't get much in the way of presents at home, nor love and attention, nor much of anything else except verbal and maybe even physical abuse.

“You'll find a pack of games in there that you can plug in, as well. I'll leave you to play while I do some things. Want a coke?" I got him a coke, lovingly brushed his soft young cheek with the back of my hand as he beamed lovingly up at me from his knees on the carpet, and then left him alone for well over an hour. In fact, it was rapidly approaching twelve o'clock when I walked into the study and found my sexy boy sprawled on the sofa completely lost in whatever game he was playing. I saw that I had to do something drastic to attract his attention from its earsplitting electronic noise, music (if you can call it that) and hyper visuals.

Turning on the puter, I called up the video showing the darkhaired babe having her big breasts skewered and set it to play over and over with the volume up. The soundtrack is crap but the dubbed in screams are quite pleasing. Even that didn't work until I went to Simon and gently but firmly turned his face to look at the computer screen. His mouth dropped open. Suddenly the playstation was forgotten and I could, with a thankful sigh, turn off the appalling racket coming from it.

While Simon sat goggle eyed watching the beautiful young cuntwhore crying out in abject pain as the skewers are pushed through her big lovely tits, I began stripping his clothes off him. He was lost in his own mindblown, sadistic boy thoughts and didn't seem to notice that he was being undressed apart from helping by holding up his arms for his sweater and teeshirt to be pulled off, and lifting his sexy bottom off the seat while I tugged his amazingly tight jeans and then his little white cotton boypanties down his thin, hairless legs.

“Please, Sir, can I see Michelle again?" “My slave bitch in the stinging nettles?" “Yes, Sir. Please, Sir." I called it up and while he watched, open mouthed and idly wanking himself, I stripped off. I began fondling and stroking Simon's lovely body and kissing his neck just below the right ear. “Will you really let me play with her, Sir?" “Yes, Simon, my pretty darling, I will. But only if you're a very good boy for me." “I'll be a good boy if you let me play with Michelle, Sir. I'll do anything you want, Sir."

“We can watch more videos and stuff later on, Simon. I want you to come to bed with me now and I've got more presents for you in the bedroom." “Really?" “Yes. Come on, sweet boy." He let me lead him completely nude, his darling fully erect and pointing up at me, to my bedroom. I sat on the edge of my big double bed, told the boy to stand in front of me and said “You have to earn your presents this time, beautiful. Dance and wiggle for me, and stroke yourself all over. Turn round and round so I can see all of you." Even though Simon is getting used to doing this for me, there is still an unmistakable aura of embarrassment about the luscious child when he dances and wiggles to please me and this makes me so excited I could burst.

After four or five minutes of watching this beautiful, submissive boychild performing like a stripper, I reached across to the nighttable and picked up a plastic carrier bag containing a whole bunch of things which were really for my amusement rather than his. I knew he would be shocked by them, especially when I told him to put them on, and I was really looking forward to this sexy moment.

“Sit on my lap, babysex." He sat, my huge cock pressed hard against his soft, silky, warm thighmeat. From the bag, I produced a tiny pastel pink cotton thong, bright pink ankle socks, a pair of brand new pink and white trainers (which I'd double checked would fit him), a small lacy pink thigh garter, a big, dark pink glass bead to go in his sweet little bellybutton, four pale pink plastic wrist bangles and two matching clip on earlobe buttons, a necklace of little plastic pastel pink beads, a transparent plastic tube of metallic pink, blue and silver sticky glitter, half a dozen foot-long lengths of pale pink ribbon, a little circular flat plastic container of blue eyeshadow with a tiny built-in brush, and a plastic tube of bright pink lipstick.

He sat looking down at the embarrassingly girly things piled in his lap, his mouth open, incomprehension written on his face, his cocklet shrivelling. “I want you to wear them, Simon. I want you to put them on and let me look at you in them." “B..but I'm..I'm a boy, Sir. Boys don't wear pink things and lipstick, Sir. That's for girls," disdainfully. “I love you, Simon, and I want you to be my very own girlyboy. And, if you want me to go on loving you and giving you nice presents and letting you use my computer, and especially if you want to play hurting games with my Michelle, then you'll put these things on and let me see you in them." I was, for the first time, being quite stern with my boychild lover. It was needed at this moment.

“B..but someone might see me, Sir." “I promise no one will see you dressed in these things (I lied) and I will ask you to put them on only when you are here. I want to see you looking sexy. I must tell you, Simon, that men like me adore nothing more than a beautiful boy like you dressed up like a girl. I want you to be my girlyboyfriend. To please me. Will you be my girlyboy, Simon? Please?" His shoulders sagged and he repressed a sigh as the realisation sank in that the only way he'd continue with me was to do this and anyway, he must have reasoned with himself, it wouldn't do any harm and nobody would see him. Home and dry.

“OK, Sir. What do you want me to put on first?" “Let's start with the thong, babysex." Within five or six minutes, a rather plain-faced adolescent boy had been transformed into a tweenage princess. He looked gorgeous and the effect was stunning. The pink ribbons tied in his full head of hair, his now deflated, soft cocklet peeking out from behind the tiny patch at the front of the thong and his full, firm, round bottyglobes perfectly dissected by the spaghetti-like string at the back which actually disappeared between them. The bead in his pretty navel. The soft pastel pink plastic things against his pale white skin. The erotic-looking shiny bright pink gloss on his narrow but sweet lips. The effect of the eyeshadow and the glitter on his pretty cheeks. He was beautiful and my balls were aching so much. I vowed to buy more such things to dress my girlyboy in. Maybe a tiny pink skirt with flared pleats, sexy little high-heeled party sandals, halter neck tops, hair beads, one of those tiny little backpacks girls like to wear, perhaps in bright pink, stuff you see horny little pubescent girly princesses strutting about in.

Luckily, I had the presence of mind to surreptitiously start the video camera concealed in the shelf across the room. “Now dance for me again, Simone. Like you did earlier, turning round and round for me." He began to wiggle and dance. Oh god, my spunk was rising. “I'm going to call you Simone, sweetheart, when you're dressed like a girl for me. Oh god you're beautiful, Simone. So fucking beautiful." I took him in my arms and kissed him. He put his arms around me too. I pulled my sexy babygirl down onto the bed with me and we kissed and cuddled, I feeling his lovely body all over, he feeling embarrassed still about wearing girl's things, worse – pink girl things.

But soon my kissing him with my tongue deep in his baby mouth and my manipulation of the darling between his legs and his pretty babies had him erect and feeling horny again, his boyballs full of thick, hot creamy spunk. Now he lay on his back on my bed and I was leaning over him savouring the prettiness of the child in all his pink, girly things. “Pull your thong down, Simone." He wriggled out of it, moving sensuously like a teenage girl. “I love you, Simone. Do you love me, too, babysex?" “Yes, Sir, I l..love you, Sir."

“Do you want to fuck me again, Simone, my baby?" “Ooh yes please, Sir? Can I?" “Yes, sweetheart, but first I want you let me fuck you, pretty baby." “B..but you're t..too big. It'll really hurt me, Sir. Noo..pleease, Sir. Please don't furck me, Sir," he sobbed. But, Simone, just twenty minutes ago you said you'd do anything for me if I let you play with Michelle Legge. Didn't you?" “Yes, Sir," he sniffled. “And you just told me that you love me. Didn't you, baby?" “Yes, S..Sir." “Well, sweetheart, little girlyboys who love a man always let their men go up their bottoms. It's just like a man fucking a girl in her cunt, Simone. And I promise you it won't hurt like when your dad pushed his willy up you, babysex. I'll be very gentle and, although, it will hurt a little at first, you'll soon get used to it. After a while, you might even like having my cock up your boycunt, Simone."

“Yes, Sir. OK, Sir." “Good girl. Open your legs a little for me, darling, and tell me you want me to fuck you." “Please, Sir, will you f..fuck me, Sir?" From the nighttable draw I grabbed the vaseline, pulled off the lid, chucked it on the floor, scooped out a little with my forefinger, threw the little jar after the lid, and greased my baby's tight little cunthole. I lay down on top of him and gently nudged my knob into his succulent beauty. At last, I was going to fuck him, take his virginity, watch him cry for me. He looked up at me, nervously biting his lower lip, tears welled in the corners of his pretty blue-shadowed eyes. Apprehension showed in his face.

“Tell me you love me and you want me inside your cunt, Simone." “I love you, Sir, and I wa..want you inside my c..cunt, Sir." I pushed gently into him. Repressing the urge welling up inside me to brutally rape this child, I chose to be as gentle and loving as I could. I don't need to frighten him just yet. Time enough for hurting the little cuntboy later on when I've got him properly trained and fully under my control. Damn, he feels so good inside. So soft and warm and ecstatically tight. Holding down that urge was getting more difficult by the time I had three inches of my concrete-hard fuckmeat up his gorgeous little bottom.

The pretty girlyboy was sobbing softly, his left cheek on the pillow, the fingers of his left hand curled tight shut and crooked in his open mouth. He was biting down on them with his pearly white teeth. Traces of glitter and eyeshadow rubbed off onto the linen. I'd reached the point where I needed to get more cock inside the child, perhaps another two or three inches, before I could start fucking his tight little anus. `Oh bugger it,' I thought (no pun intended), and gave an almighty shove.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!" he screamed. I yanked his hand out of his mouth, turned his face to me, and pressed my mouth down on his, absorbing his crying into my mouth as I began to tongue kiss him long and hard. I stroked his cheek with one hand and gently masturbated his boycock with the other. His crying soon subsided and I began then to stroke, as gently as I could up and down in his delightfully tight cunny. After two or three minutes of stroking his face, his cock, and working mine up and down inside his lovely body, he actually began to respond. His cock hardened in my fingers and he licked my tongue with his.

I ended the kiss. “You're very beautiful, Simone. I love you very much. And I love being inside you." “I l..love you too, Sir." “Do you like me inside you, Simone? In your boycunt?" “I..I don't know, Sir. It still hurts, but not as much. It just feels sort of funny like I need to go to the toilet, Sir." We both laughed. I began kissing him all over his face as I started to thrust in and out a little faster then faster still until, shouting “OH GOD YOU FUCKING LOVELY LITTLE CUNTBOY!!", I sicked my cum up the 14 year old schoolboy's beautiful tight rectum, up into his boy uterus. It felt like I'd never cum so much in my life.

Half an hour later, Simon's behaviour was like it had never happened. Playing happily with the playstation thing, he allowed me to fondle and kiss him. He even forgot about wanting to fuck me until I reminded him. I felt it was important that he never come to my house without having an orgasm. Before he went home, we agreed that the playstation would remain at my house because he and I both feared his mother would think he'd stolen it or something and start asking difficult questions. I arranged with him to come back on Monday for an afternoon by himself with the playstation and then on Tuesday to spend the whole day and I promised I would try to make sure Michelle would be there too. A promise I am determined to keep.

In bed, Ginny immediately assumed a position she knew I liked. On her belly, face in the pillow, bottom up, legs almost closed. I liked the feeling of those big bumbum cheeks against my belly as I pressed down on her lovely smooth back. I was inside my whore's body in seconds and humping slowly, saying all the love words. Between phrases, I was silently mouthing words like 'and later I'll be using your kid sister, you fucking gorgeous filthy whore'. It was so erotic. After about ten minutes of riding my bitch, I put my face down next to hers to kiss and lick her mouth and tongue (we also liked gently biting each other's lips) and saw, to my anger the whore had passed out. Sleep check. Nothing. Of course, whilst angry, I was keenly excited I could go straight to the other body. Tonight was to be my first time inside Kate Harris and I was glad I could get right to it. Feeling reassured by last night's performance, I didn't bother with any precautions other than a sleep check on Kate who was lying on her side with her legs straight, the easiest position for nocturnal rape. It's good also for the extra pressure on your penis from the whore's closed thighs. Before anything, I wanted to feel Kate's sexy mouth around her master's lovesausage. I discovered I could open her mouth exacty the same way as I did Ginny's and pushed my rapemeat deep inside. It was deliciously warm and slimy and I was able to get my knob right into her throat without choking her. I did not only fuck Kate's mouth, I had sex in her throat. I was actually very tempted and close to sicking up my lovefilth into her mouth but wanted to save myself for fucking her uterus so I pulled out. After another close-up examination of the girl's bottom and cunt, I got on the bed behind it and gently but firmly pushed my erect fuckmeat between its legs. I hadn't been so hard since I'd used Ben's little bottom. With one hand I opened Kate's lovely wet cuntlips and prised them apart. Holding the cunt open with my fingers, I used my other hand to guide my penis into my girlfriend's little sister's young body. Starting gently to fuck up and down inside Kate with her luscious bottom pressed against my stomach, I put one arm around her from above and wriggled the other under her neck so I could get a boob in each hand. I said 'Kate, Kate' wake up' directly into her ear, just to be sure. Nothing. Encouraged, I began to fuck harder, soon reaching the young slut's cervix. The feel of touching the whore's uterus with my cockhead spurred me on to fucking it harder still. Soon I was ramming my penis up and down that heavenly, tight wet sex hole and stabbing the fucktoy's uterus each time. Meanwhile, I was playing with Kate's big, milky bobos, squeezing and wobbling them and pinching the nipples. It didn't take more than about four minutes for the sperm to bubble up from my swollen testicles and, as I wanted to prolong this, I stopped moving for a few seconds with my glans pressed against Kate's babyhole. I pushed really hard and broke through into her uterus. The extra pressure of that tight narrow opening on my prick made me explode into the cow's luscious body and I tried to climb on top of her to get a bit more of me inside her. Well, of course, there wasn't any more of me to go inside (at moments like these, I regret not having one of those gigantic fuckpoles you see sometimes, you know, fourteen inches long and six inches around). But the move meant I could see Kate's sexy face and her horny hair cascading around it and for the duration of my squirting inside the body of this sleeping beauty (felt like forever) I licked and kissed her lovely mouth. Although rape of a conscious, struggling and crying victim is eminently more preferable to sex with a cunt who is sleeping, I have to tell you that fucking Kate that night was one of the best ever. I vomitted into her uterus and all over the inside of her sexy twat what felt like a quart of sperm. Probably it was just a couple of tablespoonsful, but the orgasm was one of the most penetrating I've ever had.

I would probably hit her once or twice at night and once in the morning. Dunno about a second time though.

Ha! You ain't getting 'em through me. But they are on the world wide inter net, so start hunting.

Over the course of Dec 31st, I ate a bunch of $1 oysters and cured meats, hung out with a bunch of friends, drank even more than I smoked, and me and the wife got our fuck on with another couple. Not in that order. 2010 had some dark spots for me, but I am pretty pleased with the ending.

This is not as easy as it sounds.

you drink a half gallon of whiskey, and you get on your big drunk

I recommend Comfort And Joy.

I will see at least 1,000 more fine San Francisco tits than you will this week. But your point is taken.

Any of you shitstabbers going? I wasn't planning on it but got it together in the last week. I don't know where we're camping, might be around DPW cause one of my friends used her pussy power to score a camper there. Guess I will see you chokers on the playa.

Pretty eight year old Maxy is made to wank off ten men onto his pretty little face then made to lick it all off using his tongue and fingers. He's then made to bring his masters back to erection and turn around, bend over, hold open his cuntcheeks and beg to be gangbuggered. After each fuck the little boy cleaned off each master's cock. Maxy had his cock and balls tied up and beaten with long heavy sticks. A nutmeg grater was then used on his cock and balls, his scrotum cut open so that his balls could be grated directly. They were then carved up with knives. After his cock and babies had been mutilated, the bumboy was stretched out on a rack and holes cut into his body for the men to fuck. After ten holes awere made he was still barely alive and they cut open his throat to so that they could fuck it, too, as he choked and bled to death. EDIT EXPAND

As we boarded the bus, I was behind him so I could look close up at his fabulous sexy bottomcunt. Quite inadvertently (and this is the truth), my hand touched his as I reached out for the rail and found his was still there. The touch was electric for us both. When I made the realisation that I'd placed my hand over his, I pressed down ever so slightly just to guage the reaction and the fact is he was very slow removing his hand from beneath mine, so much so it seemed he was almost reluctant to end the moment. The touch was soft and warm. His skin is so smooth and sexy. He was faffing about with the driver over his school bus pass or whatever it was (or perhaps I should say the driver was being a prick) and I had a valid paid ticket which I just needed to show. So I stood behind the lovely boycreature and waved the ticket over his shoulder at the driver. As I then went to pass the boysexchild to enter the aisle, I purposely let the back of my hand brush against his young, pretty sexcheeks and, as I passed it across his lovecrack, I manipulated my middle and index finger down into it and pressed against the join between his bummycrack and perineum, just very very briefly. He didn't shrivel up like a frightened rabbit or freeze solid. In fact, he just very gently pushed back against my hand with the same level of pressure I was applying to his beautiful succulent bottymeat. Thankfully the bus was empty except for a doddery old thing near the back who was probably blind as a bat anyway. No one to notice this sexual encounter between a not especially attractive boy (not facially anyway) and a man forty years older. I sat half way down the bus. The boy turned to walk down the aisle and looked right into my eyes all the way then sat on the seat adjacent to mine on the other side of the aisle. Several times until the bus began to fill, I caught him looking surreptitiously at me and he caught me ogling him (I almost had my tongue hanging out and would have had my prick out too if I thought I could have gotten away with it!). When he got up to get off, long before my stop, he looked again, long and hard with a come-to-bed look in his blue eyes and the faintest hint of a smile on his lips. His stunningly sexual gaze can only have been rivalled by my passionate stare right back at him. I saw him again briefly when he walked along the side of the bus and looked up at me. Needing to make it patently obvious that I wanted to fuck him, I seized the moment and blew him a kiss. I couldn't help myself. He'd gone past before he could focus enough to react but I saw his head turn with an incredibly sexual look on his face. I wonder if his cocklet was hard. My penis felt ten feet long. Although I've never seen the child before, he obviously lives in this town and it's inevitable I will come across him again. I just hope he reacts the same as he did today. Something might just come of it. I surely hope so. He's not pretty by any stretch of the imagination but his body is very desirable and he's clearly a boy who's confused about his sexual identity. If I could get him into bed and make love to him often enough, I could do incredible and lasting damage to his personality, enough to turn him into my boy sexslave. If I can get the child in bed (and that seems eminently possible, if I can find him again), it won't take long to break him in and to begin training him. I will want to completely corrupt him and twist his mind. I think, from what I saw yesterday, that he is aching for someone to hold him and kiss him, stroke him and play with his body. I think he'll take cock up his boycunt with very little persuasion. It seems to me he wants cock up him and I am determined it will be my cock that takes his virginity.

A pair of beautiful young twins, a blonde boy and girl of seven, knelt naked in a bath. Around them were twenty pretty slaves of both sexes and various ages which had all been well fed and made to swallow a pill containing a chemical compound designed to make them billious and, completely involuntarily, to empty their stomachs by sicking. Their duty was to vomit on the children. They were all made to lean on the edge of the bath and hang their pretty heads over the lovely children or, if they weren't quite close enough, to point their faces in the direction of the bottombabies in the bath so that they could squirt their sick over them. The masters spent a few moments rubbing the slaves' bellies and, in just a few seconds, they began to throw up their sick on the nude, pretty children kneeling, whimpering, in the bath. In minutes, both of the horny little fuckbabies were covered in sick, in their lush blonde hair, on their sweet faces, all over their little chests, on their legs and arms. In fact, there was so much vomit, they were kneeling in it almost an inch deep. Great long saliva trails hung from their chins, sliding down onto their tiny bodies and pieces of tummyslime clung to their cute little crying faces. When the last of the slaves had stopped sicking up vomit onto the little sexbabies in the bath, the children were ordered to lay down in the vile mess side by side and put their arms around each other. The pretty boy and his sexy twin sister were then made to tongue kiss each other thus getting some of the vile sick inside their mouths which up then they'd kept tightly closed. Both lovely children suddenly heaved and gagged and then sicked on each other. Their vomit spewed all over each other's pretty faces and gorgeous blonde hair before they had a chance to point their sprays of tummyspunk anywhere else. The sexy young blondes were ordered again to tongue kiss each other in their pretty mouths and then to lay side by side, face down in all the smelly, horrible tummyspew, and roll about in it. The crying, sickened babysex twin cuntchildren were next ordered to get into a sixty-nine positon with the girl whorelet on top of the boy princess and the sexy young babes were forced to suck, lick and tongue each other between their sexy legs. While they were doing this, two of the slaves were made to scoop up handfuls of sick and pour them over the children's pretty genitals. Next, two of the younger slaves, a girl of fourteen and a boy of twelve, were given a dessert spoon each and ordered to scoop up sick from the bottom of the bath and feed it to the children, made to stand, side by side, holding hands. The were made to actually to spoon the sick into the little children's pretty mouths. The babies were made to swill it around in their mouths and then kiss each other with their lips parted to exchange the sick and swallow everything in their mouths. While the little girl and boy were doing this, the older boy and girl were made to scoop up more of the sick and spoon it into their own mouths, swill it around and then kiss each other to exchange the vomit and swallow it. This lovely scene continued until all the sick had been spooned out of the bath and swallowed by the four luscious children. Finally, the two darling twins were made to lick each other clean from head to foot including sucking the muck out of each other's hair.