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|    A Family Of Cock Lovers (1/5)    |
|    26 Sep 06 13:29:19    |
      From: OneSickPuppy@HotMail.com              A Family Of Cock Lovers              By LadyBug (M/M/f8, m10, F, inc, S&M)              Part 1              I was wild about Tom and Gail Clark's family. The thirty-four year old       Tom, and his gorgeous thirty-one year old redheaded wife, Gail, were a       dream come true for a single forty-six year old pervert like me. They       had two luscious kids, Justin, a fair haired boy of ten, with the cutest       ass and biggest blue eyes I had ever seen, and Amy, a doll of a girl at       age eight. She was a preteen replica of her mother, with long fire like       red hair and flashing green eyes. Her ass was just as cute as her older       brother's, if not more so. I didn't know how the boy got the hair color       and eyes that he had, but I kind of figured Gail had probably gotten       knocked up by someone other than her husband Tom with regards to Justin.       Tom had brown hair and brown eyes, so the boy definitely didn't look       like his dad at all.              My friend Arnie, who lived next door to me, and just down the block from       the slutty Clark family, as did I, told me about them some three weeks       ago. Since then, I'd been paying regular visits to the steamy Clark       household, just as I was doing this evening. The Clark's didn't seem at       all to mind when I, or anyone else, for that matter, dropped by to take       sexual liberties with them or their two brats. All in all, I found it to       be a damn fine ideal situation. All four members of the Clark family       were about as submissive and obedient as anyone could hope for, and they       never seemed to tire of being used in just about any demented way one       could use them. That too was an ideal situation for me because, on       occasion, I like to get a little rough with those I'm engaging in sex       with, especially kids as cute as Justin and his little sweetheart of a       sister.              That, in fact, was what I was about to do real soon, right after I       finished the cocktail that Gail had brought me. I gulped down the       remains of the VO and 7, then stood up and took off all of my clothing.       Tom and Gail, who were seated on the sofa, watched intently as I       disrobed and shucked my clothes next to the lounge chair I'd been seated       in for the past twenty minutes. Justin and Amy were also watching me       undress, looking at me somewhat nervously from their seats on the floor,       near the stereo, where I had ordered them to sit when I had entered the       Clark home a short while ago.              I think all four pairs of eyes were on my cock, which rapidly came to       life, growing to its full nine inches, once I was completely naked.              "I think it's time for someone to get a good beating," I announced, as I       sat back with ease in the lounge chair. "Who should it be?"              No one answered. But as I surveyed the room, I noticed that all four of       the Clark family members had lowered their heads, and Tom Clark was       rubbing his hands together nervously.              "Well, since no one seems to want to volunteer, I guess I'll have to       pick someone myself," I said loudly. "But before I do that, I think I       need to have my cock polished a bit. Justin, get over here and suck my       cock!"              "Yes, sir, Mr. Willis," the boy replied meekly.              He shed his clothing rapidly, then once he was totally nude, he made his       way over to where I was seated.              I parted my legs to allow him access to my stiff shaft, then as he       crawled between my legs, I took hold of the hair on his head and pulled       hard on it until his small face was no more than an inch from the head       of my prick.              He looked up at me with those baby blue eyes, and I could see a tear       forming in his right eye from the pain I was causing him by tugging so       roughly on his hair.              "Get your mouth open and suck it, you little cock sucker! Now!" I       demanded of him.              I pulled even harder now on his hair. His lips parted and a second later       the head of my cock was engulfed in the youngster's wide open mouth. He       began sucking diligently and I eased up on my grip on his head so that       he could concentrate better on the blow job he was performing. Tom and       Gail, along with their sweet daughter, watched nervously as Justin       sucked on my rod. I was sure each of them was contemplating which of       them was going to suffer the beating I had mentioned earlier once Justin       had finished sucking me off.              I looked over at Tom and his wife as their young son's head bobbed up       and down wonderfully on my thick dick. He was on his knees of course and       massaging my bloated balls with his small hands, just the way I had       taught him to do the first time he had sucked me a few short weeks ago.              "Your son is a natural cocksucker," I said with a moan to the boy's       parents. "Actually, all of you are pretty damn god cocksuckers, but I do       believe Justin is the best of the lot. Just look at how engrossed he is       at what he is doing. It's as though he wants badly to please me."              "I - I'm sure he does, Jake, " Gail Clark said softly. "He's been       sucking cocks since he was four, and he does like doing it, we know."              "I can tell," I chuckled. "Like I said, the boy's a natural. You two       should really think about feminizing him, you know?"              "What do you mean?" Gail asked, her eyes still riveted on the fabulous       blow job her preteen son was bestowing on my throbbing cock.              "I mean just what I said, bitch," I exclaimed. "This kid is definitely       going to suck cocks and take them up his cute ass the rest of his life.       Since that is what exactly what girls do, this kid should become a girl,       or as close to one as is possible."              "How -- How cane we do that, Jake?" Tom Clark interceded now, his cock       pressing against his trousers like a tent pole. I could tell he liked       the idea of what I had just suggested.              "Well, he doesn't haven't a hair on his body yet, " I said, just as I       let out a lingering groan due to Justin having begun to use his little       pink tongue to swirl and circle the head of my dick nicely, " so you       won't have to shave him anywhere. "You can get him some panties and       other girly clothes, especially undies, like slips and stuff. Start       putting rouge and lip gloss on him, and teach him to walk and talk like       a girl. It shouldn't be too difficult to turn him into a full fledged       sissy boy in no time."              "It sounds nice," Tom Clark said with a deep sigh. I could detect he was       very turned on by the idea of his only son becoming a true sissy boy. I       was certain Justin liked the idea too because his cock sucking efforts       increased now to the point where I was about to paint the little bitch       boy's mouth with my rich cum.              I grabbed hold of his head with both hands and grunted wildly.              "Are you cumming now, Jake?" Gail Clark asked me, as she sighed deeply.       Her right hand was now up her short skirt.              "Shit, yes!" I shouted out. "This little cock lover is making me shoot off!"              "Suck him good, son!" Justin's dad wailed in an excited tone from the              [continued in next message]              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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