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Victory Alliance:
Birds, Bees, and Breadbaskets
By Duane O’Day
Daddy and Uncle are in the den at night. The television and a few lamps cast hazy, smoky light. There’s a rich miasma of reefer and beer farts. They’re husky, roughshod men, both former linebackers and current corporate advisors. The stench is awful but I like my men beefy and heavy-handed. They’re reclining in merlot leather armchairs with a folding table of ashtrays, cherry vapes, and bongs between them. They’re still young men, mandatory workday wardrobe is slacks, jacket and ties. On this prolonged winter vacation they’re basic men in flannels, denim, and black boots.
They all say I’m too little to participate. They say I’d still fit in a breadbasket. That’s an exaggeration, I mean, I’m not very big but I’m not that puny! And I really want Daddy and Uncle to see just how much I’ve grown. Uncle’s here after the holidays because he had some use it or lose it vacation days. He lives in Illinois whereas we call northern Indiana home. I can’t squander this opportunity with my favorite guys alone in the den.
Plus, they look bored. Stoned and drunk, scrolling endlessly on their phones. The TV volume is low, a mumbling drone of the evening news. The economy is booming. Our spangled banners are flying coast to coast. Heads are held high and salutes are the football celebration of choice. Ain’t nobody kneeling during our anthem, preach.
My name is Bijoux Finchlick. I just turned 12 but I’m swelling with national pride and natural blessings. In New America 12 is the second to last year of public education. All my sisters are pregnant and they aren’t much older than me. Mommy is only 25 and she’s something of an old woman in our society. I still think she qualifies as a milf, she has great hair and a big fat ass. Mommy taught me all about the birds and the bees. I always want to do right by Mommy and make her proud. She emphasized that in our culture, a woman has to compete for good seeds. Smart girls need to be claimed young to have a fighting chance. We can’t own anything, including our bodies. So why wait? I’m ready, I feel it on the inside.
So I waltz into the den, my stiletto heels clicking on the hardwood. They don’t immediately notice my presence, I’m small, as previously mentioned. I take a deep, steadying breath. My heart feels like an ornery hummingbird. I step between the merlot chairs, feet shoulder length apart, and toss my cropped auburn hair.
‘What’s the trouble Bijoux?’ Daddy smiles at me but he’s talking to me like I’m a child.
Uncle has a different, steely look. He leers at my avocado sized breasts and puffy nipples, prominently shown by my tissue thin orange tee-shirt. It’s long sleeve and cut at the torso to show my belly button piercing. Uncle looks like a bear shaking off a long slumber, his smoky eyes lust for my tightness. They sniff the air like wolves. I fidget and tug my candy necklaces. I have wicked fantasies about filthy, scruffy faces old perverts eating the candies off my neck. Licking me like I’m delicious. They’re older and that makes me horny. When Mommy taught me the birds and the bees she said sexuality is a marvelous spectrum. Nobody is ever too young or old for sex. We’ve built an empire through this thinking. Where mental health soars, biology is embraced, and we all have our place. Indulging the vile needs of the men is why God created me.
The only other garment I’m wearing is a teensy, eggplant colored g-string. It cradles my drippy hole snugly and between the latex rubbing my waxy pussy and Uncle and Daddy’s staring … I’m starting to slather. My pussy is extremely sensitive and reactive to attention. The first time I masturbated in the bathtub my barely there innie snatch spewed bubble-cream like uncorked champagne. I was 9 years old, swaddled in bubble bath and fondling my sticky bubble gum pink folds with sublime amazement. I am a natural sloppy-pussy squirter. In New America qualities like this are like being born with superpowers. Sometimes I have to wear period diapers and bring changes of underwear to school because I chafe from being so constantly saturated.
Tingling pussy fluid flows onto my apricot sized kneecaps. They want me. Especially Uncle, he has a fever that won’t subside until he satiates his penis with suckling young cunt. I can see the bulges in their denim, these grow men have hale harvest gourds between their thighs. Even as they consider my proposal, standing there with my little hands on my hips, even doused in rape-lust, they aren’t just sure if they’ll fit in my body.
I had a twerk dance planned but I’m so nervous. The entirety of my being is just my soaked, teeny pussy. My caked on makeup glimmers in the TV light. Hopefully I look like a pint sized pornstar. I want to be treated like one. Their wrists are thick, they rub their crotches agreeably. I love making them plump in their pants.
They stand up and take off their clothes. Unhurried, confident young men. Hairy chests, a measured mix of lard and muscle. We breed young here, they’re the age of doctorate achieving college boys. My head double-takes from one ridiculously massive penis to the next. Both are flaccid and shaven. Uncle is pinkish-brown and Daddy is a rubbery brown color, especially his hanging, bulbous ballsack. It’s like red clay sloughing between his legs. They make me sit in an aptly named loveseat between their naked bodies. Their cannabis bloodshot eyes and beer breath intimidate me. I tempted these wild beasts but I’m becoming afraid of what they’ll do with me. Their fingertips dabble on my taut, pierced belly-button. Either man’s beefy hand is bigger than my midriff. Daddy pets my hair and smirks at my apprehension. Their stoned cocks begin bloating. Uncle is thicker than my neck and only half inflated. Daddy’s cock is like one of my legs if I was clubfooted.
I flinch as Daddy squeezes my chin with his pickle sized thumb and forefinger. He kisses me deeply, his malty tongue goes into my throat. Fortunately, he’s been nullifying my gag reflex since I was born. He’s so much bigger than me. Uncle rolls my tee-shirt up over my pert breasts. He massages one and then suckles me. My body convulses and I piss all over the couch. It runs sloppily out of my g-string teased cunt and splashes on the top cushion.
I’m a mortified little girl. This is so fucking embarrassing.
And they laugh at me. And the accept if they fuck me I’ll be ruined forever. So they tell me to go upstairs. And I’ve failed at my seductive intentions. The fuck kinda perverts are they? Didn’t even seal the deal!
And I don’t get so much as a spank on my ass toddling away from the degrading ordeal. And it happens in a snap, just an uncontrolled pussy tingle flowing with teeny nectar suddenly bursting with piss. I know I had several sports drinks thinking I’d be getting manhandled by two gigantic grown lads. Now I can’t think, I’m shocked and soaked and can’t believe those stoned hunks didn’t rape my rancid brains out. As I poutily tramp up the stairs latex g-string is deep in my saturated, jiggling and denied snatch. My butt bounces with the g-string grinding against my tight, pink pea of an anus. I roll my tee-shirt down with frustration.
Mommy went shopping and took my loutish, handsy little brothers along. My Uncle’s youngest, Davis, is doing a puzzle in the upstairs guest room.
I feel … really funny now. My tummy swirls, my slobbery, sudsy vagina feels like she’s just getting started. Mommy has been teaching me sex toys for years but tonight my needs are … visceral. I need flesh, hot and roughly pounding me until my ribcage breaks.
It’s a strange thing considering my incestual options. Cousin Davis is a weird little boy and, in all honesty, kind of fey. A sort of runt in our litter, we really encourage our men to be tawdry violent animals and our women to be their abject playthings. Fey is frowned upon. But I am so desperately needy. There’s nobody else here except Uncle and Daddy and they rejected me. The harpoon of being banished from the den resonates in tandem with my frothy bare pussy. I don’t think Davis is attractive or anything and he’s only 9.
Guess I don’t know much about boys. Can Cousin help me out? I walk into Davis’ guest room eager to find out. I’m not expecting much and I feel pathetic as I find a finished jigsaw puzzle on a table and Davis in bed, reading. He’s a little ginger nerd, pale as mayonnaise and kind of … we’re not around each other all the time. He’s bigger than I remember, bigger than me in fact. His elbows and shoulders look gangly and strong. His olive glasses are neatly on a nightstand and the book is an inch from his face.
The book lowers as he realizes I didn’t just come in to get some of my clothes—my overflow is kept in the guest room closet.
Cousin admires me softly in my skimpy outfit. His jaw drops, an enamored rube. Or maybe it’s me? I’m used to wearing a trashy skintight shirt and letting the men enjoy my supple, buttery body. I feel they’re want. But Davis has such a lovely, tender expression.
He sets the book aside and sweeps off the blankets. He’s wearing a white tee-shirt. I stare at his naked body from his chiseled abdomen down. He has cloudy, fuzzy ginger fur all around the base of his … Jesus it’s my lucky night.
Cousin Davis has an absurd, lunar pale penis. The pisshole pink looks flourid against the chalky surroundings. And it’s really, really big boy schlong. And he’s not inebriated on reefer. He’s hung and hard. He brandishes it at me like a wizard’s wand, using both his hands. This white oak of a cock is seriously in line with some of the attic rafters above us. I drool on my titty-tee and can’t believe what a horned up cock junky I am.
‘You’re going to eat my asshole,’ says Cousin Davis pompously.
‘Huh?’ I grunt. Readin’ books and puzzles, including crosswords, isn’t really my cup of juice. The reads in books are hard for me!
‘After you’ve satisfied my butt you can finger me and suck my dick.’ Davis indicates between his legs like I’m actually gonna chomp his grundle.
‘I ain’t gonna lick your butt,’ I declare. I know Mommy does it but I just think it’s gross. The boys at school say it’s really really nasty. They have so many foul names for butts, the little perverts. Fudge factory. Dirty shit-pipe. Stinkhole. My giddy little starfish squeezes as I think of my awful fantasy of being manhandled and licked by raspy old grandpa tongue. In my darkest dreams sometimes I think of them tongue fucking my puckering baby anus.
And here I am, about to totally not eat-out my Cousin’s asshole. I mean … I don’t think I can do it.
‘You can’t boss me around just because,’ I begin to sass Davis but I’m wrong because I’m female. He has every right to boss me around because he has a penis. I’ve been taught this since infancy.
And Cousin Davis just has a smug, knowing look on his goofy sneering face. He slaps his cock against his palm like a drum … the thud is like a summoning in my monkey girl brain … ritualistic. Called by drums to ceremony.
‘Your tongue, my bung, now.’ He says concisely.
And the euphoric wave hits me. The brain melting rush of sheer surrender. This little nose picker is … he knows what I need. I have to obey or he’ll deny my pussy. I just … I mean it’s gross but I need cock. I really need cock. Coming in here I couldn’t have imagined this spud would be such a spectacle of bull-beef dangling to his knees.
I approach the bed and it feels degrading. This is a worse little walk that stumbling upstairs in these heels. They hurt my ankles and they’re awkward to walk in but the men love them. I teeter to the bedside like a baby learning to walk in my aching feet.
‘Is it at least clean?’ I ask saltily.
‘We ate dinner together dumbass. It’s probably gonna taste like canned cran and ham. Fuck you’re stupid.’
I can’t believe he’s talking like this. Little dandelion fairy most of the time. But here is making me feel like a stupid horny bitch. It’s making my pussy absolutely bloom with syrupy fluids as he shames me. My mouth gurgles in too low a voice to hear but he sees my velvety lips pursing.
‘Pithy words, little girl? Don’t mutter under your breath.’
I cannot believe how mean he’s being. And he’s so much younger than me, this little punk. But I’m strangely turned on. He’s treating me like gutter garbage. My soul sinks as I crawl into the bed and lower my blushing face to his doughy ballsack and ginger trimmed grundle.
His foot slaps my face. I gasp, I can feel the welt stinging. My makeup streams as I cry but gently rub my face into his pliant, buttery balls. My makeup smears calico blemishes on his throbbing testicles. He palms my little head to assert his control. He pumps his commanding cock with his free hand. This is just like Mommy said it would feel to let my pride shrivel while my cunny burbles with sloppy paste. I push his pastel balls aside and put my tongue inside his bully anus. That’s when my spirit fractures. A cock almost as big as my head is just above me. I have to earn it. The floods of wetness feel like my brain melting away.
Cousin Davis is a pretentious faggot and a jerk but here I am tongue kissing his ass. He budges his hips forward and wipes the ruined makeup off my face with his interior cheeks. My hands slap his freckled thighs as he suffocates me. He holds me by my hair and mashes my face until I stick out my tongue and take abuse. It’s kind of overwhelming as he pulls my gasping red face out of his buttocks. He slaps me with his cock and I put my mouth around the knobby head. He slaps me while suckle. I finger his anus and know by feeling he fingers when he masturbates. I’m twerking to amuse him while I struggle with his chubby dick. That’s when I start really pumping his anus with 3 fingers, because my jaw is straining on big cock. I can’t take more than half of it in my gagging mouth-hole. And I accidentally blunder and my hammy fingering punches his balls with half my hand. I see he’s pissed and scramble off the bed. He catches me by the ankles and I fall hard onto a rug. Davis snakes his way atop me, my belly to the floor, like a ginger monkey mounting a kitten. With recent growth spurts he’s a lot bigger and stronger than me. He puts his thighs between mine and forces me to splay open like a frog for dissection. His big hands rip off my g-string savagely while I whimper and my pussy shudders with anticipation. But instead my young Cousin shoves his penis brutally up my ass. No lubricant. The tip is tepidly wet from my mouth. No asking permission. Just a confused aggressive god-child with a big cock that prefers to pound ass. His legs keep me spread and his hands pin my shoulders down. I hump my sopping honeypot against the rug initially but squirm more fully onto his girth and making my naughty cunt meet with the hardwood as I hump. I don’t scream, I internalize it into festering trauma. I take it like I wanted to ambushing Daddy and Uncle. I deserve this hatred. I deserve the wrath of his primal young cock. The wood on my cunny rises my adrenaline volcanically. Wooden spoon and paddles. Mean old men devouring my tight teenage body. Denchers and punishment. I can’t get through a school day without flirting with the teachers like a slut. So I hump back on Cousin cock and my pussy splatters. I try twerking but he’s squishing me and slamming my hole. It hurts really bad. I know my anus is gonna look like the bottom of an apple. Pools of fluid spread on the floor. Davis pumps me full of cum. This is the concept Mommy’s birds and bees could never really teach me. That a woman’s willpower being sapped is a requirement for convulsive, tantric orgasms. It hurts, and feeling that the penetration should hurt just like the humiliating build up and anal antics makes everything fit together … the carnal, unjust juxtaposition of the female sex drive. Only fully engaged through bullying and abuse.
And I know now, with his penis beating my asshole open to a gape. It feels like the biggest shit log I’ve ever ejected reversing. My anal tears tingle and sting. He’s balls deep, every savage thrust makes my spine wiggle. I know it’s going to be this way from here on out.
Ever since Mommy taught me birds and bees I dreamed of old men taking advantage of my tawdry holes. Davis is a drastic opposite but he’s cruel and a jerk. He’s training my body to get off to anal sex. He pulls my hair when he fills my anus with his lagoon of pudding. I feel every sultry burst. He stands up and half pulls me with him with my ass tightly sucking his fat dick. I crumple on the floor farting jizzum and rubbing my spamming pussy. I’m going to cum hard thinking of Cousin’s sodomy for the rest of my life.
He watches me quivering at his feet without dignity and masturbating. His penis drizzles translucent slime onto my frantic, kicking body. My pussy was designed to cum luxuriantly from frenzied anal. God made me like this. That’s the best part.