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Having the boy empty his bladder right in front of me, had my never really deflated cock recover to full hardness in a few seconds. It wasn’t a wonder. I really had been edging myself for days and this tyke of a boy was highly arousing.
While the boy’s cocklet still dribbled urine, I rubbed my fingers all over it. Wetting them and rubbing his juice into his soft flesh and his little balls. The boy grunted but didn’t pull away. I stabbed my fingers into his prostate again and a last spurt of urine wetted my palm and I rubbed his little cock with it – God, that felt good.
Slowly I pulled my fingers completely from his hole. The muscle twitched on emptiness and the little boy whimpered softly. His boypussy still couldn’t close and as a result, more blood-stained cum leaked out.
Watching how it slowly slid over his taint to his little balls, I said, “You really are a dirty babyslut, aren’t you?”
When there was no reaction, I slapped his ass cheek hard.
“Aren’t you?” I asked again.
The boy cried out and his sloppy hole clenched most beautifully without closing the gap. “Yes, M-mister!”
“What, yes?” I taunted.
“I’m a d-dirty s-slut, Mister!”
I smirked. “Yes. Yes, you really are. You haven’t had nearly enough, have you?”
“Nooooooo, please!”
The boy sobbed into the sheets and though I knew he was begging me to stop hurting him, to leave him alone, I chose to see it as an honest answer to my question and a begging for more.
“Good boy! I knew you would crave the wicked things. I knew it when you pissed yourself.”
The boy shook his head in despair and I chuckled.
At that very moment, gravity won from a glob of bloody cum that had clung to his little balls, and it immediately stained the white sheets red. It made me itch for more; more roughness, more fucking, more blood. Maybe even that forbidden moment where his little body couldn’t take it anymore and blacked out.
I hissed and strangled the base of my cock to stop the rushing orgasm from spilling out. If that thought alone could make me cum hands-free, I was in dire need of round two.
“On your back,” I ordered. I wanted to see him and I wanted to look át him for this next part. Accepting that he wasn’t done being a fucktoy for the night, the little tyke rolled over onto his back. The first thing I zoomed in on were his pouty lips. They were downturned to let me know how he felt about me, but I didn’t care. They were full and beautifully shaped. Next thing were his eyes. His gaze locked on mine and the most startling blue eyes looked defiantly back at me. What completed the perfect picture was his black hair. A beautiful contrast with both his fair skin and his intense gaze.
I licked my lips, almost tasting his kiss.
The boy wasn’t just small, he was young. Younger than I’d initially thought.
My eyes tracked down his body. Feeling a burst of desire by taking in his much smaller form. His soft cocklet wasn’t even two inches and it made my mouth water. His little toes wiggled under my scrutiny but when I looked back at his face, the boy was still glaring daggers.
I snorted and reached for his ankles. I brought his legs up like I would when changing a baby’s diaper -not sure exactly how long it had been since he stopped using those, so it might be that the movement was still familiar.
The boy glared harder and I chuckled harder. Pushing his knees to his shoulders I said, “Hold them, and keep them there.”
As the boy did as I said, I swooped in and pushed my lips against his cumsloppy boypussy. French kissing that hot bruised hole made my cock leak.
I ate that boy out like an animal. Using my hands to spread his ass cheeks as wide as they would go. Probing my tongue past his sloppy sphincter and as deep as I could get, tasting and swallowing lots of bloody stranger-cum along with my own. Nipping his bruised and sensitive rim with my teeth and even sucking on his rim while tonguing the hole, over and over.
God, “fucking delicious,” I mumbled against his hot flesh.
Looking up at the boy, the first thing I noticed was his straining little dicky. Flushed an angry red, it begged for release. It twitched violently as I stabbed my thick tongue repeatedly inside his hole.
This little baby boy was made to be filled with cock; I’m sure even his father knew that, as soon as this baby took his first breath into this world.
The little guy twitched and squirmed in my grip. Panting and biting his lip to keep in his unwanted moaning, but I still heard his breath hitch every time my tongue passed through the first muscle.
Releasing one ass cheek, my hand snaked over his body to his little nipple. I gripped it tightly between my fingers and tugged and twisted until the boy’s mouth opened and a ragged cry left him.
I freaking loved that sound.
Switching to the other nipple, I sucked his swollen rim between my lips. As my fingers tugged and twisted, I sucked at the skin as hard as I could. When the little boy cried out again and his body started shaking, I released his pussylips and stabbed, stabbed, stabbed my tongue hard, fast and deep into his babyhole.
The little cock in front of my face jumped and twitched and went as wild as the little boy on the dirty sheets. His white-knuckled-fingers strained to keep his legs where I wanted them. The last of his cries died to mere whimpers when I pulled back and sat up. He looked at me with watery distrusting eyes; not sure if this dry-cum was something he could appreciate. I couldn’t fault him for his stellar instincts.
I punched three of my thick fingers inside his swollen pussy. The tyke’s eyelid twitched but otherwise he barely responded. Pulling back completely, I pushed four of my fingers up his hole. The bruised muscle pulled tight around my knuckles and even though he was still full of cum and my spit, I had trouble pushing them all the way inside.
The little guy grunted and his muscles contracted. No cries. No pleas. No screaming or shouting. Had he finally reached his breaking point?
I pulled my fingers out with an audible slurp and looked down. His hole was bruised, swollen and red hot. It stood open and with his feet still up in the air, I had the perfect view; beyond his sphincter I could see the beginnings of his red inner walls. Also swollen and slick with juices. Beyond that was the black of endless nothingness.
At times like these I wished I had a cock as long as his body, so when I fucked inside this baby boy’s fuckhole I would rearrange his innards and block his airway with the tip of my dick
Yes, it was a weird fantasy. Sue me.
The boy relaxed when my fingers withdrew. Did he think I was satisfied with this? Nothing? With having no reaction from him? Did he think I would accept that?
I moved my hand through the juices that’d gathered in his crease and on his cheeks. Rubbing over his slick hole made it clench and a needy whine left the boy’s lips. I rubbed some more; dipping my fingers inside again and rubbing the back of my hand, my thumb -everything- over the sensitive wet area.
The boy shuddered.
“You like that babyboy?” I asked softly.
Staring into his eyes, making sure he wouldn’t see what I was about to do, I gripped his waist tightly. When the little guy flushed and closed his eyes, but nodded shamefully to my question, I rammed my fingers inside his little hole again. This time though, all five of my fingers found its mark.
The little boy screamed and trashed as I pushed my hand harder and deeper.
The cum helped. All the times he’d been fucked today helped. But it was still an extremely tight fit. I was up to my knuckles when the screaming turned into a high-pitched sobbing and I felt his body adjust to the size of my hand. It slipped inside and his formerly sloppy lips enclosed tightly around my wrist.
I wiggled my fingers around and accidentally touched his overstimulated prostate. I wasn’t sure if his babycock had gone down completely after his last dry-cum, but it stood at full attention within two seconds, either way. The young child whimpered and looked at me with betrayal in his eyes.
“Did you think I would go easy on you after my first cum, baby?”
I twisted my hand and opened my fingers to stretch his insides.
The boy’s breath hitched and he looked away from me. I laughed at that.
Wanting to get this show on the road -because I didn’t have the rest of my life with this little guy, regretfully- I pulled my hand back again, keeping my fingers spread as long as I could.
It was a beautiful sight. His smooth lips left a juicy pink trail behind on my wrist.
Opening up around the thickest part of my hand made the boy whine and squirm again, so as to indulge him I moved back and forth a few times -stretching, pulling, pushing again and again until the boy was softly sobbing again.
God, that was such a beautiful sound.
As I neared the thickest part again, I abruptly pulled my hand out. The tyke screamed bloody murder as his hole stood gaping, pulsing and searching for that something to fill it up and make it complete. His little body shook from longing.
Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore and he released his feet. He grabbed the dirty sheets beneath him to keep himself in place, or maybe to have an anker to hold onto. I could see it in his eyes; he wanted nothing more than to be somewhere else.
His little cock said something else though. It was fully erect and almost purple at the tip.
I smirked, flipped him over and pulled his hips up so he sat on his knees before me.
We were back where he started.
I didn’t wait. With the babyboy’s pussy at the perfect height, I spit on his open hole as a little something nice for the boy and pushed my hand inside again. This time, I didn’t pause at the knuckles. I powered on and didn’t stop until his swollen lips enclosed my wrist again. The boys back arched to get away from me; though it most likely was an unconscious bodily reaction to the invasion.
Immediately I pulled my hand back out and with a big slurp, his hole set me free. A shiver ran over his back and I ran my free hand soothingly over it.
I punched my hand inside again and this time I started fucking the boy with it. Taking it out until he was stretched to the max, then pushing it back inside hard. At first, I kept my fingers long; reaching deep and opening them wide once fully inside. After a few of these punches, his sobbing subsided a bit and when I looked beneath his body, the boy’s little cocklet was still erect, swinging with the motion of my hand-fucking.
“What are you boy?” I demanded
“Huuuuh?” his disoriented response came.
It might’ve been the hormones released by the pain. It might’ve been he was just out of it. But still, I wanted to hear him say it.
“What. Are. You!?” With every word I punched my hand in- and out the toddler’s boypussy, and on the last one I made a fist and rammed it as deep as I could get.
Screaming filled the room like music, but as I roughly fondled his twitching dicky, it only took a few seconds before the high-pitched words came.
“A d-dirty slu-ut, mister! I’m a dirty l-little s-slut!”
I smirked and slapped his ass hard. The boy yelped, though I doubted he even felt the pain.
“Yes, you fucking are boy! You’re a filthy babyslut, who has a hard little dicklet when a big fist is rammed up his guts!”
The boy sobbed into the sheets while my fist punched in and out his body. With every pass blood-tinged anal-juices wetted the skin, making it easier to slip in and out.
Seeing my fist fuck this boy’s rectum actually made me realize my own horniness. My cock was painfully hard; pumped up and reading to shoot. A thick string of precum had left my slit and hung all the way to the bedsheets. Looking back and forth between my cock and my fist punching the little tyke’s pussy to shreds, I thought of the most brilliant thing.
With his asshole at the perfect height, I only had to step closer to the bed and aim. As I pulled my fist back from the boy’s stretched out cocksleeve, I opened my fist while still inside, pushed my cock beyond his rim and into my hand and punched it all as far as it could go, back inside.
The little boy shook his head and mumbled sounds of “please” and “no more,” but he knew I knew, it was just mindless mumbling. He knew I wouldn’t stop until I was satisfied. After all, I made him cum first.
My fist around my cock inside this little boy was extremely tight. And hot. So freaking hot, it was like I was dipping my cock in lava. Good lava though. Lava that caressed my sensitive and ready to cum cock.
I tightened my fist around my cock further and made an experimental move. It wasn’t like I knew if I could jerk myself off inside the pussy of a little toddler; this was something new for me too. First, I only moved my hand slightly. Not really moving deeper or in- and out of the little boy.
The boy whimpered and he jerked back into me. As I made the move again, he reacted the same. I realized I rubbed his little prostate with every stroke of my fist around my cock and it made me confident for more.
Keeping my fist around my cock, I pulled my cock back and fucked harshly inside the boy. The sound of my skin slapping his ass was wonderful. The hot feel of his stretched hole and my fist was lovely, but I did think the overall idea of jerking myself off inside a little toddler boy, had me as frantic as I was feeling.
As I fucked his little body, I automatically started moving my hand more too. I fucked my fist roughly inside the boy’s now totally wrecked hole, while I fucked my cock inside him in sharp bursts too. It was a cacophony of squelching, moaning, sobbing, keening, slurping and slapping until the boy’s body snapped taut and his scream announced his third dry-cum within the hour.
The muscles inside his asshole massaged my fist and cock and it made my slumbering orgasm rush up and overtake me suddenly. With a deep growl my cum erupted from my cock and filled the young boy’s pussy. As I jerked and fucked myself to completion, my own cum sloshed around the cavern I made with my fist inside the little body -dirtying my hand, cock and his pussy alike.
It took me a while to recover from that cum.
Little zips of electric shocks ran through my limbs as I was still deeply inside the little child. How the hell I was still standing, was a wonder on its own.
When my breathing evened out, there was only one thing I wanted to do at that moment. Gazing blearily down at my cock and wrist aligned and entering the boy, I pulled back in one fast motion. As if in slow-motion I saw his stretched beyond believe rim stretch even further to accommodate the passage of my fist still wrapped around my cock. I felt the skin struggle over every knuckle and I heard the boy whine into the dirty sheets. As it all came free with an audible slurp, a part of the insides of the boy tried to follow out.
Blooming ripples of red guts momentarily followed my spent cock out into the wide-open circle of the boy’s rim, and made my cock twitch for round number 3.
The little boy’s rectum was officially sloppy now and pulsing to stay filled so it would snap taut once more.
“Godsdamnit,” I mumbled dazedly as a stream of red cum spurted out from between those blooming ripples.
Shakily I scooped up the cum with three fingers and stabbed them inside the pussy. My cum had to stay. Inside. That. Cumwhore!
The boy didn’t make a sound when my fingers easily moved between the walls.
Finally.
Finally, the boy had had a proper stretch and could take any number of cocks he was forced to endure.