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   One Sick Puppy to All   
   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   
      
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