When the sensation of falling finally ended I opened my eyes and saw a familiar room I had not seen in a very long time. A room I spent many years playing in with family and friends in my youth. My Fortress of Solitude, the toy room as Grandma called it. Everything seemed taller for some reason from the dressers full of clothes, the door, even the toys themselves. "Jon?" a nervous cherubic voice that I recognized as belonging Teresa called out bringing my attention back to the matter at hand. The year was 2001 a year full of events I put out of my mind, including my very first act of sexual contact. In front of me was my cousins Matthew, Samantha, Tyler, and Teresa all naked and shockingly so was I. On my first time through life I was seven at the time and had no clue what was going on. Samantha being the oldest of us at nine years old was often the leader of us and she decided that she wanted to do what she saw in her mom's magazines. Samantha was often put in charge of us kids while grandpa and grandma were shopping simply because while Aunt Lisa was supposed to be in charge of us most of the time she was having various male friends over to smoke weird smelling cigarettes instead of "Dealing with annoying little children.". With my matured mind I realized that she was having men over to fuck her while she got crack, weed, or whatever drug she could get her various fuck buddies to bring in exchange. While that was bad enough one of the men showed an unhealthy interest in Samantha and Teresa and would bring extra drugs and money over in exchange for "talking time with the girls.". It seemed that just like last time Samantha decided that I would be the best to practice on. Unlike last time I had a eighty seven year old consciousness shoved into a seven year old body, a consciousness that brought all the chemistry of adulthood and shoved it into a far to young body causing a rather bizarre reaction in my anatomy. As soon as her lips and tongue touched my glans I slowly sprouted an erection causing me to find out that one rumor surrounding Samantha as she grew up to be true very true. She had absolutely no gag reflex whatsoever. I felt two spongy objects bumping the head of my dick which I recognized as her tonsils slide steadily past my cock head as she took my meat deeper and deeper until her nose touched my abdomen. "Eww he's breaking her neck!" "I'm telling Mom!" two whiny voices shrieked out as Matthew and Tyler took off running naked out of the toy room and based on the slamming of a door out of the house forgetting their clothes in the process. Looking down I saw Samantha's deep brown cow eyes look at me before she slowly backed her head up while keeping up suction and whirling her tongue around my cock like a perverse Popsicle. With a wink she kept my glans in her mouth and battered it with her tongue all the while keeping up that maddening suction on it. Looking to the side I saw little innocent Teresa running a hand across her hairless cunny clumsily pleasuring herself in the process. Mouth open and breathing heavily a warbling moan escaped her mouth as slick and sticky fluids left her slit to her confusion and horror. "I didn't pee myself, good girls don't pee themselves." she sobbed out as she covered her face and began to cry in earnest. Pulling my slobber covered knob free from a confused Samantha's sucking orifice I went to comfort Teresa. As soon as I touched her she started crying louder and kept repeating "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." over and over. I knew deep down growing up that Lisa was an abusive bitch, after all each classic symptom for a sexually abused child was there for anyone who cared enough to look. I just didn't know how bad it was, of course as a seven year old child what could I do? It would send up all sorts of red flags if I suddenly knew the signs of sexual abuse. Plus it would be my word against a woman who can force herself to start crying at the drop of a hat and had a judge in her pocket, or rather her pussy. Of course she kept pictures to make sure that he wouldn't cause her any trouble. That same judge would keep my Uncle Michael who was her husband in prison on trumped up charges of pedophilia many times throughout the years so Lisa could continue fucking around with anything that moves and had a dick (her dog, the neighbors horses, the bull on our farm, she also fucked her cousin which led to Tyler being born.). Samantha walked up to Teresa moved her hands out of the way and promptly French kissed her for several seconds. As they kissed their hands moved about, from nonexistent breasts, to hips and asses, all the way to wet cunts. "Don't worry Teresa he won't be like those other Daddies see." Samantha said as she pointed to my still very aroused and throbbing dick looking at it myself I noticed with some horror I was packing four inches of meat with orange sized balls a set of equipment no seven year old should have. With another wink Samantha walked to the little bed that was used during nap time before laying on her back and letting her head rest past the edge. Anyone who knew about sex knew this was called the sword swallower position, a position that solely existed for throat fucking. Specifically it was made for deep, fast, hard throat fucking which would result in cum being sprayed straight down into the recipients stomach. Looking at her I was tempted even though I remembered what she ended up becoming.
In the future she would lie and strengthen her mom's claims about Michael. She would tell the judge he touched her inappropriately all in exchange for a tube of lipstick and first dibs on some of the sexual partners Lisa was growing tired of. Behavior that would steadily get worse as she went from male to male. She only stayed with one man long enough to get whatever money she could from them before moving on to greener pastures. She would drag my grandparents names through the mud thanks to her mother's insistence so that my grandparents couldn't get custody of any of the kids that weren't fucked over by her mother's mindset and burn as many bridges as she could when she finally went her own way. Sadly the Lovick mindset seemed to be hereditary as Teresa did the same thing minus the screwing random guys (at least in the beginning) before changing her name to Maddie in order to duck under the law's radar for her wrong doings (only when having sex with the corrupted officers in the area no longer shielded her from her mistakes did she choose that radical course of action). Matthew would roll over on his father in exchange for various toys and sex with his mother as did Tyler before both disappeared with the shifting sands of time.
Using these memories I made my choice grabbing my cock in a comically tiny hand I thought 'five years' and put my cock up to Samantha's opened lips then shoved it all the way into the hilt making her tiny preteen throat bulge alarmingly. Looking at the massive bulge in her neck I could understand why Mathew thought I was breaking her neck the throat lump caused by my cock was grotesquely enormous. In and out I sawed pulling glurks and glucks from her over taxed face as her tongue licked around every bit of meat she could like it was the most delicious thing in the world. Of course with it being my first time in any reality I busted fairly quickly. Rope after rope of hot molten seed spilled straight into her belly for nearly a minute pulling enough pleasure from me to force my eyes closed and teeth to grit painfully. When my orgasm finally stopped I pulled away out of breath and sweaty. Looking down I saw her stomach was bulged out in a dramatic paunch by the sheer amount of cum she chugged down making her look like she was pregnant in her second trimester. Little innocent Teresa looked down in confusion and in her cherubic voice asked "Jon is Sammie pregnant now?" and lightly prodded Samantha's distended abdomen causing a chain reaction. Samantha's eyes opened comically alongside her mouth as cum erupted from her mouth glazing Teresa from head to belly in a slimy layer of molten jizz. Rolling herself over Samantha finished emptying her protein rich meal onto the floor spreading a hot puddle that looked as if someone upended a gallon of thickened milk onto the floor. Looking around for something to wipe up the mess I spied Tyler and Matthew's clothing tossed haphazardly in the corner of the room. I shrugged to myself and tossed them on the cum puddle to no great effect. With a gasping breath Samantha sat up revealing a much smaller yet still visible cum paunch looking as if she over ate (which technically she did). Licking her lips free of any cum she looked me in the eyes and said in a froggy sore throat sounding voice "You taste like vanilla pudding Jon.". Teresa bumbled up towards Samantha grabbed her head before French kissing her. Upon separating she had her tongue stuck out which had a bit of white on it before it was retracted into her mouth. After a moment I heard a happy exclamation of "Wow it's sweet!" before she began eating the cream coating her body. Suddenly the door slammed open behind us revealing the enraged and completely strung out form of Lisa. She wore mismatched socks and black slippers on her feet. A pair of short shorts were basically painted on, concealing absolutely nothing of her gaped out and overly used cunt or unkempt crusty pubes. It seems she threw on one of the kids shirts considering both her tits were hanging out and only her shoulders and neck was covered. Her long brownish-blond hair was unwashed, greasy, and crusty with some random man's (or men's) ejaculations. Her eyes were bloodshot and her once white teeth were yellowed by her long time of using drugs and alcohol. Minute drops of blood dripped slowly from her nose from all the substances she had probably just got done huffing up her honker. The truly alarming thing was the baseball bat in her hands. It was an ugly thing chipped and missing bits from over use during Lisa's psychotic breakdowns. It was formerly a nice cedarwood bat that Uncle Michael bought to teach us how to play baseball with. Now it seems that Lisa tarnished the symbol of America's past time even further as drops of blood dripped down the end. Before I could contemplate who the blood came from Lisa dropped the bat, launched forward shoving Teresa out of the way, and lifted me up by my armpits. With a disturbed look combining equal amounts of crazy, drugged, and sexual voraciousness Lisa slammed my back into the brick chimney of the Toy Room and began sucking on my dick with a painful intensity uncaring of her teeth cutting into my crotch or her crying daughter on the floor behind her. I had to think of something, anything I could do. Remembering that there was a faulty brick in the front of the chimney that fell out when I was eight. With that memory at the front of my mind I grabbed around at where the loose brick should be. Feeling a little give, I wedged my fingers into the gaps on the side of the brick and began wiggling it. In her drugged stupor Lisa didn't notice anything other than my wiggling until I brought the now loosened brick down onto the back of her head with both hands. Once causing her to actively bite down, twice she grabbed my nads and squeezed as hard as she could, and on the third time Lisa dropped unconscious and let go of my poor injured genitals.
With a wince and watering eyes I ignored my injuries in order to check on Teresa who was resting on Samantha's lap. It wasn't an easy task, as each step was more agony than anything I felt in either of my lives. Lowering my aching form down I took a look at Teresa. She was unconscious and breathing unevenly. Lifting her head off of Samantha's lap I immediately felt the tangerine sized lump on the back of her head. Carefully opening her eyelids revealed exactly what I feared it would. Her right pupil expanded to take up the entire eye while her left pupil shrunk to pinprick size and was becoming steadily more bloodshot by the second. What I feared was a concussion seems to actually be a brain bleed. Despite my medical knowledge I knew I could do nothing. I didn't know where the skull fracture was or if there was one. I didn't have the tools to release the pressure. I didn't have anything that I could do to help. Before I could fully give up hope I felt the world still and a petite hand grasp my shoulder. Looking I saw a familiar being. It was the four foot tall light green skinned humanoid. Her golden cat-like eyes were locked firmly on Teresa's form. "You can save her easily enough Jon." the goblin like being said with a voice smooth and calming. Looking at her for an explanation she gave a squeeze to my shoulder and continued "That washed up hag has just enough years left in her to heal the little girl. Of course that means you're going to have to fuck two unconscious bitches. The question is will you take advantage of that knowledge or not?". With a lick from my chin to my hairline with her long studded tongue and a wink she vanished in a cloud of lime green smog that smelled faintly of chocolate.
I was now faced with a choice that would truly call into question my morality. My only question is would I be able to look into a mirror after this choice?