First and foremost, this story will begin with a loaded double-barreled shotgun, a Stevens Model 555, to be precise; and concerns who it was being held by, where it was being aimed, and why.
Well, John Waters would've been described by coworkers and those who knew him well as even-tempered, charitable with his time, a shameless hockey fanatic, and above all else, a textbook American family man. What happened later and its escalation was a small wonder then.
When John entered his apartment that Monday, late into the evening, there was a teenage boy lying both on the couch of his living room and on top of his naked ten-year-old daughter. With his pants lowered down to his hairy ankles and his bare butt steadily rising and falling between the little girl's open legs, the boy's weight kept crashing down on April's small frame, slamming her into the leather cushions of the sofa without mercy, rocking the pair of glasses on the bridge of her button nose. And with each of the boy's powerful thrusts, April let out a lustful whimper that occasionally bled into a high-pitched feminine moan that only a ten-year-old girl is capable of forming, "Mm-mm-mmm-aah-aah!"
Perhaps it wouldn't have interested John in the least but last summer, the teenage boy had made a bet with two friends from his high school. And so, there were five-hundred dollars on the table for whichever one of them was the first to talk twenty virgins out of their panties before pounding their tight little pussies. Double points were given if the act was done raw.
Just that week, the boy had shared a bed with a younger eight-year-old cousin under the guise of babysitting while his uncle helped himself with a date. Before midnight, the headboard of the girl's bed was slamming against the wall and he had the blonde little girl's calves resting on his shoulder as his huge cock pounded in and out of her tiny unprotected pussy. He had let out a triumphant roar as he blasted her womb full of his sticky semen.
He did the same with a friend of his sister, a shy small Asian girl about nine years old. She had been staying over for a sleepover when she was tricked into his bedroom. She had softly whined for him to be gentle just before the boy squeezed the head of his cock past her tender pussy lips. His pounding into her wet nine-year-old pussy created a squishing noise as it stretched around his invading manhood. And despite her begging for the boy to stop, the Asian girl went to bed with a semen-stained and well-fertilized pussy.
April's walls coiled tight around the boy's member while she held onto his broad shoulders. The gesture spurred the teenager to fuck her harder. "Yeah, that's it, shit!" John watched the teenager's body stiffen on top of his little girl. His naked ass clenched up. He held his hips against April's, his girthy cock lodging itself inside her little belly, his dark curly mass of pubic resting against her hairless little pussy lips. "Goddamn, this kid pussy is the fucking jackpot." The boy grunted.
The father was boiling with rage at that point and could almost imagine the huge streams of warm semen that arched out from the fat tip of the boy's manhood deep into April's quivering womb, defenseless behind the small opening of her cervix. The teenager's grunts were raw and primal. His face, pimply and barely mustached, contorted in sheer bliss as he squirted one load after another into the ten-year-old's pussy. April herself could feel each pulse hitting deep inside her little cervix. His pelvis keep grinding into her clitoris as he strove to bury his cock as deep as possible, soaking every corner of her womb with his scalding hot seed.
That was enough.
John cleared his throat, making his presence known to the mating couple. Curses were thrown into the deep space of the apartment, where there was the thick aroma of raw sex floating like a plume of cigarette smoke. Desperate words were exchanged but there are some walls that words can't tear down.
Within two minutes, John had grabbed hold of his shotgun from a hidden stash in the bedroom before the barrel was trained on its target. And the father would've pulled the trigger had his daughter not shielded the boy from harm's way using her own body. The bespeckled brown-haired girl stood in front of him with her arms outstretched, a head shorter than he was. "Daddy, please don't do it!" April sobbed, her blue eyes welling up with hot tears threatening to spill.
The situation made April forget about her nakedness as well as any modesty that should've accompanied it. Small pale nipples adorned her heaving flat chest. Her legs stood slightly apart, in such a way that gravity caused the teenager's thick sperm to trickle out of her freshly-fucked child pussy and down the inside of her thighs in long strings that stretched down to the side of her knees. The syrupy liquid was warm on her bare skin. A great amount of it simply dripped onto the carpet beneath her feet like the contents of a leaky faucet. A sort of mess. The teenager had really left his mark.
Behind her, the boy held onto a faint grin despite knowing he was inches away from death. Well-experienced in the occupation of seducing girls with the sole intention of using his cock to tear through their virginities, it had been the third time the boy's stood on the wrong end of a barrel because of a protective father's temper. He's done this before. And long addicted to the simple pleasure of slamming his dick balls deep in a little kid's pussy, he'd gladly do it again in the future though he's smart enough to not say such a thing aloud.
His jeans and boxer briefs remained around his ankles. Despite his relaxed attitude, the boy didn't want to risk taking his eyes off the pissed-off father in the act of lifting them back up. And so penis was left to dangle between his legs, glistening wet from a thin layer of the little girl's collected cuntal juices.
That detail didn't fly over the father's head.
And it boiled John's blood to think that during a long day's hard work at the warehouse, this kid whom he had never seen before had been ramming his cock between his ten-year-old daughter's soft virgin pussy lips before emptying his nuts balls deep inside her tender little cunt, potentially putting a baby inside his daughter for the sake of his own sexual gratification.
What's worse was that John couldn't find an ounce of remorse in the boy's grinning eyes, only a soft assurance of victory. After all, the teenager had already gotten exactly what he wanted. He had fucked the young girl and added a point to his scoreboard. But a thought forced John to settle his nerves: the vision of his daughter alone in this wicked world, having to raise a child with her father locked behind bars.
John's gaze narrowed with an intense fury but in the end, no triggers were pulled. The father slammed the butt of his shotgun into the teenager's nose before dragging him out the door of the apartment and promising that he'll be a dead man if he ever showed his face again. In response, the boy chuckled with blood spilling violently from his nostrils as if he had just won a coin flip.
John slammed the door shut and like promised, never saw the boy again. It was as if the boy never existed in the first place.
Nine months later, April was admitted into the children's ward of the Rose Valley Medical Center as opposed to the maternity ward, the chief physician made the suggestion so that fewer questions would be raised. The delivery went smoothly and a healthy baby boy wailed fitfully mere seconds after being born.
It was soon decided that John's mother would take charge of the baby. She'd raise him as her own. April would be free from the burden of early motherhood. And John would have a little brother.
So on and so on.