After a fight, Max loved to fuck. He was that kind of
guy. Fighting and fucking was pretty much the same
thing to him. It was all about power. He wasn't what
you would call handsome. Not in a conventional way, but
if you went for muscular animalistic brute force, then
you might consider him a real find. The girls generally
went for him...that is until they saw his dick. That
was another thing about Max, his dick. It was freakish.
Even a cock hungry bitch wanted out when she got a look
at that cunt buster. Max didn't get to fuck nearly as
much as he wanted to because his dick was too damned
big. So after a boxing match, when he was all sweaty
and bruised and sometimes bleeding, he liked to arrange
a little something special for himself. A little reward
for doing his best you might say.
Boxing arenas are depressing places anyway. The
lighting always reminds you of a prison or something.
The air is dank like a basement, and the smell of sweat
and bodies in close proximity never leaves. It's a
lonely place too after a match when the crowd has gone
home, leaving the floor littered with garbage for the
janitors to clean up. This was the sight that greeted
twenty-eight year old Steve Loccia and his ten-year-old
"It's creepy..." Amy said, looking around at the empty
arena, wrinkling her cute little nose at the smell.
"Yeah, sure is." Steve felt his dick twitch in his
pants. This was the night. The big night of his life.
The night he had been waiting forever since that bitch
of his ex-wife took Amy and deserted him. " The
dressing rooms I this way I think." Steve had a hand on
Amy's slender little shoulder and steered her up a
When they entered the dressing room, heads turned. Max
was seated on a table, a towel over his lap, his hands
still bandaged from the fight. He looked a little out
of it cause he had taken quite a beating. Max's manager
turned toward the door, and a big smile covered his
ugly round face.
"Well, well, well, the cunt is here! Party time."
"Huh?" Max said, trying to focus on the door. "Fuck,
she sure is. Hi there. Ugh, you must be Steve and Amy."
Steve blushed. Amy looked scared. "I'm Steve Loccia and
this is my ten year old daughter Amy. Just like I
"She's even prettier than her picture." Harvey the
manager said, not evening trying to hide the growing
lump in his stained baggy trousers. "You sure you want
this?" He asked Steve, one eyebrow arched.
"Jesus... Harvey you ass-wipe, you wanna talk him out
of it or what?" Max said. "Sure he wants it. He knows
what's best for the little cunt." Max wiped one forearm
across his sweat slick face. "Bring the little twat
closer, let me get a look at her."
"There was, ah... a matter of money?" Steve asked. He
was sweating too, but from the fear of having to deal
with these kinds of men. He was way out of his league.
"Do you buy a car without taking it for a test drive?"
"Daddy what's going on?" Amy asked, holding her
father's hand more tightly.
"Ok, rules. No talking, Bitch, without permission. I
hate a cunt with a gabby mouth. Bitch mouth is for one
thing and one thing only, dick."
Steve patted Amy on the shoulder. "Shhh, honey, it's
going to be all right. She's never done anything
like... well... anything at all before."
Harvey smiled. "That's what we're paying for."
"Come closer Twat, let me get a look at you..." Max
said. "She looks good enough to eat. Pay the man,
Harvey handed Steve a gym bag full of money. "Now don't
spend it all in one place. That's quite a bundle
"You'll take good care of her?"
"We'll fuck her brains out. Anything else you gotta
know?" Max smiled, showing some pretty damaged teeth.
Steve looked a bit guilty, but the money felt good in
his arms. "ugh, okay. Should I go?"
"Daddy..." Amy said, holding on to her father's arm.
"No, stick around a little until we get things going,
just so we know she'll behave. I'm a boxer, not a
parent you know." Max leaned in toward Amy. "Now little
bitch, hows about taking off your clothes and showing
us your pretty pink little body."
"Daddy, do I gotta?"
"Amy, I told you, you have to do whatever the nice man
tells you to do."
"Nice man, yeah," Harvey laughed, rubbing his dick lump
"Why do I gotta take off my clothes..."
"LOOK FUCKHOLE, THAT'S ENOUGH STUPID QUESTIONS. NOW
STRIP OUTTA YOUR FUCKING CLOTHES OR I'M GONNA HAVE TO
SLAP YOU AROUND SOME..." Max could be very threatening
when he grew impatient.
Amy began to strip. Now Steve was a pretty normal guy.
He had never been into little kids. I mean, teenagers
sure... he liked some high school honey with big
tits...in fact that's what had ruined his marriage. His
wife had found him fucking the guts out of a fourteen-
year-old freshman cheerleader. But not little kids.
But then again, when he saw Amy strip for the two
brutes, his dick did get hard. He'd seen Amy without
clothes plenty of times and it never dawned on him that
she was cunt. She was his kid after all, and we see our
own kids differently. But suddenly standing there with
the bag full of money and a new future before him,
Steve saw his daughter as cunt. As fresh young twat. It
Amy had stripped down to her pretty pink panties. Her
chest was still pretty flat with soft putty like
nipples, cute as all get out. Her body was thin and
pale. Her legs really slender and her little ass in the
panties all round and inviting.
"Oh Man, I can't wait to fuck that ass," Max said.
"Take off the panties Hole, and let's see some baby
"I don't wanna be naked," Amy said, tears in her pretty
Max had to laugh. "Aw, come on Cuntface, don't be a
little baby. I'm naked too under my towel here. And I
got something real special to show you. So take off the
pretty pink panties and show me your hairless little
To a lug like Max, the female race was only made for
one thing. The pleasure of his dick. Sorry, but that's
how he saw it. He was damned if he could think of
another purpose for them. I guess he was old fashioned
Amy looked to her father, who nodded for her to comply.
Suddenly he wanted to see his daughter's little cunt as
well. He wanted her to have to show it to other guys.
That was hot. Amy sniffled back some tears and lowered
her panties. She stepped out of them and then stood up,
her hands in front of her hairless little twat-mound.
"Ah, ah, ah, little cocksucker to be... put your hands
at your side like a good little fuckhole and show us
Amy stood stiffly, her bare toes curling on the cold
cement floor. She moved her hands to her side and Max
and Harvey leaned in closer to get a good look at her
perfect little ten-year-old pussy lips. Even her father
moved around to get a better look.
"Oh my, what a pretty little cunt you have. Like a
little flower. That's a real beauty Dick-drain."
Amy scowled, "My name is Amy, not those nasty things
you call me."
"Your name is whatever the fuck I want it to be. And
pretty soon your name will be "Stretched Holes" Amy and
if you don't watch your smart mouth, your name will be
Dead Amy. Got that?"
Steve closed his eyes. "Oh Jesus," he moaned as his
hard dick almost shot off in his pants.
Max leaned down a bit. "Okay, Little Miss Amy... Twat-
face, Cunt-hole, Slop-slut, piece of Shit, come a
little closer so we can get a good look at your pre-
teen pussy." Amy was so scared, she obeyed, moving in
closer to the drooling men.
"Spread your pussy lips for us a little, show us some
"Christ, look how small it is boss." Harvey leaned down
so he was inches from Amy's pussy. The little girl put
her fingers to her cunt lips and pulled them apart. It
felt really strange.
"Come on, Bitch, you can do better than that. Do it
like you do in your bedroom at night when you're
thinking about the boys at your school. I know how you
dick hungry ten year olds are, twats leaking all over
the seats of the school desks all day. Pull them apart
further!" The tone of his request left no room for
Amy tugged at her delicate cuntlips, they parted and
showed a bright pink interior. She felt funny all over,
a strange sensation, kind of tingly.
"Look how they slut loves showing her stuff. They're
all the same. They act so shy and innocent, but inside
they are cock crazy sluts. You can't believe a cunt,
Mr. Loccia, or can I call you Steve? Take my word for
it, if you hadn't sold the bitch to us, before the year
was out, this little whore would be hanging around the
high school locker rooms, flashing those older jock
boys her pussy. The reason she'd be hanging around the
high school, Steve, is because every goddamned boy in
the sixth, seventh and eighth grade would already have
fucked her. Bitches like her will fuck five or six boys
a day at school and still want more. Can't get enough
Cock. Well, Little Miss Amy, today you will get enough
cock. Today is your lucky day. You are going to get
more cock in your holes than most girls can stand!"
With that Max threw off the towel to reveal his amazing
thirteen-inch long baseball bat thick prick. It was
"Holy Jesus, " Steve stuttered. "She'll... she'll never
be able to take that."
Harvey smiled. "Yeah we know, that's why we paid you so
much. Which hole you gonna bust open first, Boss?"
"Well, let's start with a little gentle mouth action.
While she is learning to lick and suck dick and balls,
you can be fingering her asshole and pussy to loosen it
up for my fuckmeat."
"Daddy..." Amy sobbed.
"Be a good girl Amy, and obey the nice man." Steve
commanded, rubbing his hard dick.
Max smiled. "You're going to get fucked Amy. Fucked in
the mouth and cunt and ass. Fucked by me and Harvey and
even your Daddy if he wants in. My treat, he can still
keep the money. I love to see a guy fucking his own
daughter, it warms my heart. You are going to become
real good friends with men's dicks Honey. Men's big fat
fuck hoses are going to become your playmates. You are
going to be taking dick morning noon and night.
"A lot of fight promoters will give me good matches if
I provide some pre-teen slut pussy for them. That is of
course, if you even survive my massive hung of
fuckmeat. Older girls than you have not made it, I
gotta warn you. See I fuck like I fight. I give it all
I got. Oh baby, you are going to be so opened up...so
fucking stretched in every way imaginable. And if you
survive my dick, you get my fist, so you see, the fun
just keeps coming. So let's get the party going should
"Yeah..." Steve whispered and shot off in his pants.
he author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.