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The Willing
« on: September 28, 2017, 07:53:23 AM »
Slut (F Rape Solo)

"Huh!"  I covered my mouth, and looked around the library, but it was quiet.  Slow break, after lunch hour, but there was another one.  My eyes scanned the article, looking for anything new.  

They never show pictures of them.  The girls, his victims, whether they're brunettes, or he prefers blonds.  How old they are, how they dressed, or the bruises on their face.  

Ever since the first one.  I just stared at it.  Blankly, my eyes wide, and heart beating out of my chest.  I had never read anything so intense, and exciting!

It was just, not even 15 lines?  7, no.  Now 8 women, raped.  They said again that women shouldn't go out alone.  To keep an eye out, take a friend, or a dog.  Carry pepper spray, or a taser, take self defense classes, or a man, of course.

I'm not an attractive woman.  I know that, no striking beauty, I tried bleaching my hair in college, but it looked silly, and didn't seem to work.  I have a boyfriend, but, he's not a real man.  Not like him.  I wish I could tell him what I want, but he wouldn't understand.  He gets jealous, but just yells, and leaves.

Coward, weak coward, not like him.  My fingers trace down the picture.  The same picture, they got a description, but not a very good one.  Just a sketch, but so vague it could be anyone.  5'8" to 6'.  Is that it?  Is that the best they could do?  I wish they at least gave their names, or 1.  1 name I could look up.  Talk to, ask her what he's like.  I bet he's strong, and maybe he wears lifts in his shoes?  That would explain the discrepancy in his height, if he wore inserts, or maybe boots to make him taller.

I should wear heels.  Tonight, when I go out.  I found the crime scene, at least I assume it was the right one, near the bar they mentioned.  It's easier to act drunk, in heels, and I wish I knew the exact right height to be for him.

Raped, and sodomized, it said.  Again, he started doing that, or at least she talked about it.  His 6th victim, but he did it again, and again.  He's evolving, isn't that what they call it on Criminal Minds?  Acceleration, Escalation, Evolving?

There's something primal about a man like that.  An animal, manimal, mammalian and hairy.  I bet he's hairy, and brutal.  I act drunk, but I don't drink for him.  I want to feel it, everything this time.

"Huh!"  I missed out, passed out in college.  Woke up sore, and half naked.  My clothes torn, underwear pulled aside so he could use me.  Abuse me, and leave me discarded like a piece of trash.  A piece of ass, discarded, behind this dumpster.  

Bent over, I should have brought my toys.  Especially the buttplug, they said sodomized again.  He sodomized her, right here, it stinks, and it's so filthy, but there's a bottle.  A filthy bottle, no doubt covered in the juices from the dumpster.  She was drunk, was she sick?

"Khu, ghrluhl!  Huh!"  It gushes around my fingers.  Chunky with chewed bits of hot dog, and soaked bun.  "Huh!  Huhuhuh!"  I should have eaten more, but I wasn't expecting him to strike again so soon.  He's getting desperate, so they might catch him, before me.  

He won't be back.  Not here, he's too smart to return to the scene of the crime.  

"Ngh!"  the bottle sucks, then pops out of my raw asshole.  "Nghuhuhuhn!"  shivering on the cold ground.  

Curled up, broken, and torn.  The stench of dumpster, and fresh vomit.  The little chip of feces on the mouth of the bottle.  The cold glass, and fresh scratch marks inside from my nails, but it's not the same.

I still feel so alone.

It would be so much easier if he did, come back to the scene of the crime.  Found me here, or used the same bar twice.  Too easy.

"Whew!"  

I better fix myself up, what time is it?

I'm already late for work.

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It's called Victim Rehearsal.
« Last Edit: September 29, 2017, 01:04:55 PM by Psiberzerker »

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Re: The Willing
« Reply #1 on: September 28, 2017, 08:29:29 AM »
Douglas

"Nh!"  The wig came off in my hand.  "Yes, take me!"

I turned her around, shook it in her face.  "What are you hooking now?"

"Doug?"  She smiled, "Yeah, I'm a whore."  She spat in my face, "Turning tricks because you don't make enough money."

"Slut," I let her go.  "Just pushing my buttons." 

"Ha, I knew you didn't have it in you.  Dickless weakling."

"What are you doing out here,"  I threw it down, "Dressed like this?"  Like a cheap slut, a cheating whore.

"You're following me?"

"Don't turn this around on me."

"If you really want to know, looking for a real man.  Not a dickless coward."

"I'm warning you."

"Do it."  She looked at my fist.  Closed her eyes.  "Hit me."  Relaxed, and took a ragged breath.  "Hhuhuh!  I can take it."

"You're talking about.  That guy, the east side assaulter?"

"Yeah, there's a man.  A real man."

"Why I put up with your shit, you.  Manipulative psycho bitch, it that what you're trying to do?  Get beat up so you can call the cops on me and say I did it?"

"If that's what it takes to get a little action!"

"I don't fuck you enough, you have to go walking the streets at night, looking for it?"

"If you could fucking do it!"

"I fuck you, I fuck you plenty."

"Oh yeah?  Well, not hard enough.  Prove it."

"What, here?"  I looked around.

"Nh, yeah.  For a minute there.  I was actually scared you'd do it.  Grow some balls for once in you liaUH!"  She fell!

"Shut your fucking mouth!"

"Nh!  MRH!"  her eyes wide.

"This it?  This what you want, you lose fucking slut?"

"Mhm!"  She nodded, and I felt her smile in my hand.

Her top tore.  I was just trying to help her up, but it was too weak.  it wouldn't hold her weight.  "Fat bitch, you eat to fucking much."  Her bra was stronger.  "NGM!"

"Nyhhhh, Ah!"  It snapped, and her tits shook out.  "Nyeah, hurt me, I can take it.  Hate fuck me, now!"  She broke a nail tearing open my pants. 

Her legs up, so her skirt fell down her thighs.  Knees spread wide open, so I could smell her, "Cunt!"

"Nhm!"  She turned away, but she felt so hot inside.

"Look at me!"

So wet it squirted out in my hand, so I shoved my fingers in harder.

"Nauh auh ah AH!"

"Loose fucking cunt, had to fuck every dick in town, walking the streets for money, my dick isn't enough?"  She turned the other way, and my knuckles scraped on the wall.

"Ghn!"  She fell over on her side.

"Hhuh!"  My hand shook, and I held it up.  Looking at it, like it betrayed me.  it hit her, my hand hit her, i never hit a woman in my whole entire life.

"Uhhh!"  She felt her face, curled up against the wall and blood seeped from my knuckles.

"Hhuh!"  She tried to get up.

I grabbed her skirt.

"This what you want?"

She asked for it.

"NAAAIIIEEE!"   I pulled her hair, so she could scream. 

"Fine, bitch."  I pressed into her ass.  "You asked for it."

"NH!"  She tensed. 

"Ghn!"

Donkey punch.  that's what the guys called it.  Just a sick joke i thought, but they're right.

"Ghn ghn ghn ghn GHN!"

She tensed up, then relaxed.

Passed out, satisfied.

"Hhuhuh!"  I went soft.  Slipped out, filthy from her shit hole.

I couldn't keep it up, much less get off on that.  I could have killed her!

I ran off, crying.

She made me.  I didn't even want to, it wasn't my fault, she asked for it.

She made me do it!

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Re: The Willing
« Reply #2 on: September 28, 2017, 09:15:21 AM »
Victim

I tried calling him, but he wouldn't pick up.  So, I had to text him.

[I need a ride from the hospital.]

It wasn't, like that.  At all, not like I ever imagined.

[They had to drill through my skull.  To relieve the pressure from the concussion.]

My head hurts so much.

[Subdural hemotoma, they called it.  I hit my head so many times, it made my
brain bleed.  I could have gotten brain damage...  ]

I thought better of that last one.  Erased it, instead of sending it.  I thought, i don't know what i was thinking.  How could i be so stupid, wanting to get raped, what the hell is wrong with me?

"NGH!"  I held my ear, and swiped the screen.  As much to stop the ringtone as to answer it.

"Are you all right?"

"Huh!  Just.  Come and pick me up."

"I'm sorry."

"I know, it's all my fault.  No, I'm sorry.  I know I shouldn't have pushed your buttons like that.  I don't know what i was thinking."

"I'll be right there."

"Doug?"

"Now what?"

"Don't hang up."  I cradled the phone in my ear.

"I have to drive.  I don't want to get pulled over for talking on the phone."

"Huhuhuh!  Okay.  Hurry."

I didn't want to hang up, so I waited for the bleep.

"Huh!"

I got up, and took the hospital gown off.  Looked at my clothes, they were filthy and torn of course.  Especially the top, and my bra was ruined.

It hurts to cry, try not to sob too much, but even the pills they gave me don't stop the headache.  It feels like a migrane, and my hair sticks to the bandage taped over the side.  

The bandage in my arm where they had to give me blood back, I could have died.  I wonder if they gave me opiods, but they let me keep the gown.  Instead of the top, i just threw it out.  they could have kept it as evidence, but they didn't.

"Hihehuh, uhn!"

It hurts to laugh, but the irony of it all.  Like, the rape kit.  He didn't hurt me as much as I hurt myself.  He didn't want to hurt me in the first place, I just wouldn't stop until I made him.

It wasn't sexy at all.  Somehow, i always got off, thinking about it.  pretending to rape myself, because I couldn't find a man to do it, until I made my boyfriend.  My Doug.

How could I do that to him?  Bad enough I was sick enough to want rape, but now I've dragged him into this, and at least there's nurses out by the ash trays.  

"Could I get a cigarette?  Thanks."  They lit it, and went back in, but just the looks on their faces.

I know, my face is a wreck.  Half bruised from his fist thumping it, and the other half hitting the wall.  Over, and over, I was so scared, I thought he would kill me, and it wasn't even the pain inside.  He didn't even hurt me that much, inside.  I guess i did a good enough job, loosening up, and abusing myself until I had callouses.  

Lubed myself up, and went out without underpants on, knowing he'd do me up the butt, but.

"Huh!"

I had no idea, it would be like that.

BLICK!  Look at my phone.  [Where are you?]

At least he didn't call, I need to change my ringtone, so it's not so loud.  At least until my head stops pounding.  I thought i wanted him to fuck my brains out, not bash my brains out against a brick wall!

[Over by the Emergency Room.]

I put it out, and went looking for him.  Squinting in the bright light from the sun, shining on cars out in the parking lot.

My head feels hollow, like they sucked my brain out, instead of just the blood.

"Huh!"  I closed the door.  Gently, so it didn't slam.

"I'm sorry."  He looked around.

"It wasn't your fault.  Just take me home."

I hope I can even sleep, i want to sleep for days, until my face isn't one big bruise, or 2 of them.

I didn't even make it home, just passed out, and woke up in the car.

He helped me out, and up the stairs.  I just went to bed, and passed out again.

Remembering the paramedics.  The light flashing back and forth.  His eyes following it.  

"Try to stay awake."

I gave out, then it was dark, and the pain was gone.

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Re: The Willing
« Reply #3 on: September 28, 2017, 09:44:56 AM »
Stranger

"What the fuck?"

Copycat, but why did it have to be now?

He ruined it!  She would have been my tenth, the 10th one I got credit for.  Not counting the ones that never said anything, or.  Maybe they didn't believe them, until there was enough to believe, i don't know.  Cops, are like that.

"Huh!"  I don't know whether to cut it out, and save it, or start another one.

Another one, a copycat.  "Fuck!"  All right, now.  Think about it.  I can't scare them all off, sluts.  Walking around all slutty, like they can get away with it.  

Added badly Beaten, to the list.  Sexually assaulted, raped, sodomized, and badly beaten.  So, I inspired someone, I guess I can start a new page.  From the back, to keep them separate, but I guess he's like an ally.  

80,000 people here, half of them women, they aren't all sluts.  There's good modest women here, like my wife, my daughters.  They set a bad example, I don't want them to grow up, thinking that's all right.  It's bad enough, all the pictures, and commercials, like softcore porn, it's all around.

And their friends, bad enough they have to see grown women, walking around like hookers, in heels, and short skirts.  now they want makeup, you see your mother ever wearing any makeup?  Cover up her natural beauty with that, plastic shit.

Sorry, forgive me lord, it's just.  So sinful.  I know, it's not my place to just, they're just so infuriating.  Someone has to teach them a lesson, but now that there is another.  Man, out there, maybe I can retire.  Yeah, he can carry on my legacy.  

I don't know how much longer I can stand to.  Touch their disgusting, filthy sinful bodies.  With all their diseases from their infidelities.  Possessed with sin, and infidelities.  Even I have been tempted, to just give up.

Badly beaten, it said.  "Good."

Bitch fucking deserved it.  Why else would he have to, if she hadn't gone out, like that.  Immodestly, setting a bad example.  Drunk, and slutty.  "Hhuh!  Yeah."  he showed her.  

Badly beaten.

"Hhuh!  Yeah, uh!"

That's how I know, it's righteous.  My fight, my quest, and now I'm not the only one, standing against sin.

I can feel it.

"Punta blanka, perra coño sucio, uh!"

The rapture.

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Re: The Willing
« Reply #4 on: September 28, 2017, 12:25:44 PM »
Lover  (MF Cuck Pros Fant.)

"Ngh!"  I heard him on the steps.  Dropped out the buttplug, and put it in the sink, before he opened the door.

"How was work?"  I looked back, and cut the water.  Turned around, drying my hands on my apron.

He looked up, smiling from my tits, bulging out the sides, and between the straps around my neck.

Kissed me.  "Miss me?"  Felt around my hips to feel the bow behind me.  I giggled, the straps tickling my bottom, but he found one end, and pulled it.

I slipped the strap off, and let my hair fall back.  Naked, except a pair of flip flops, I felt in the pocket.  All I was wearing, left over from work.  "You get payed?"

I held up 2 crisp $100.00 bills.

"Where'd you get these?"

He took them.

"A guy at work."  Apron set aside, I kicked off the sandals, and he followed me out of the kitchen.  Holding the rubber in my hand.  "I had to work extra hard for the tip.  Huh!"  I bent over the couch.  "Cause I'm still a little tight, from when you raped me."

"Whore."

"Nh!"  He pulled my hair.  "NMH!"  I bit my lip, but his buckle clanked.  He slapped me with his belt, pulling it out, and I held my hand behind me.  He took the rubber, and put it on.

"Hurry up.  Nh!  I've been waiting all day, since I got off."  My day off.  "What's taking so, huhH!"  I held my breath.  

He pushed my head down.

"NWH!"  I pit the back of the couch.  "NWRH!"  It hurt, so good.

"Cheating on me."

"Owh!"  He twisted my arm.  "HardauAH!  NGH!"  Behind me.  "Pull my haAIGH!  Neyhs!  IHN!"  Slowly, gently.  He doesn't want to hurt me.  Too much, he knows I like it.  "Uh, just how I like it.  Harder!  NGH!  Hhuhuh!"  Shaking hard now, "Hhe had a little dick.  IHN!  He fucked me harder'n ngh, NGH!"

"Uh!"  He pulled out, and I slammed shut.

"Shitty cunt."

"Ngh!"

"Get down there!"  Sideways on the couch.  "I know what you want."

"Ah, yeahs!  Ngh!  Ah, ah, ah!" So hard, "Ahahahahauh!"  So fast,  "AUHNnhnhnhnh, augh!"  It broke free.  "Hihn!"  I spasmed around him.  My cunt sucking the lube off his cock.  "Huh!  Huh huh!'  Gasping.

"Nh, uh!"  He pulled out.  "Suck it.  You hungry?"

"Nh hm?  Guh guhk!"

"Huh!"

I panted, gasped, and caught my breath.  While his fist skimmed over the lube and spit slicking his shiny dick.  

"Huh, here, here it cums, Uh, fuck.  Huhhh, yeah!"  

"Uhn!"  It hit my chin, my neck, and splashed.  Hot wet and sticky all over my chest.  "Huh!  Yeah, huhuhuh!"  I squeezed it between them, rubbed it around, and dipped my fingers in it to wet my nipples.  Pinch, and pull them to slip out, and pop back.  Sparking jolts of pleasure out of my quivering cunt.

"Huh!  I need a shower."  He sat on the coffee table, and unlaced his boots.  "Where did you get the money, anyway?"

"Your boss stopped bye.  I lied."

"Yeah," he winked, "I know."  Grinning.

"His dick's really bigger than your's."

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Re: The Willing
« Reply #5 on: September 28, 2017, 12:47:05 PM »
Doug

So, we went through a rough patch.  We worked it out, and I guess it was all hiding the primal part of sex.  Now, it doesn't even seem kinky, at all.  I guess I was afraid of turning into my daddy.  So afraid I stared to.  Accuse her of cheating whenever we fought, so much she decided to go out and get raped, rather than cheat on me.

I understand that now.  It wouldn't be cheating if he made her do it, I just got lucky enough to catch her, before he did.  

Too bad about that woman.  They're calling her victim #10, but if they identified her yet, they haven't told me.  Killed her, the cops came by, and I held her hand while they asked her questions.  

If he spoke any Spanish, or latin to her.  Possibly Portuguese, of course she lied to keep me from getting in trouble.  Wouldn't had to if I hadn't fucked up.  Lost it and knocked her out, so somebody found her.  Saved her life, I could have killed her if I wasn't trying so hard not to turn into my daddy.

Tried therapy, but our sex lives are what did the trick.  Her therapist said we should do something about that false report, but the cops weren't catching him anyway, what's the harm in him getting another charge, he's a fucking rapist.  I refuse to feel sorry for him, even before he smashed that poor lady's face flat against the pavement.

"Huh!"  Better get out, save her some hot water.  

I couldn't even look at her, for a week, after what I'd done to her face.  Her beautiful face, and it healed nice.  I don't know if she's somehow gotten more beautiful from the ordeal, or I can appreciate it again.  It was just such a relief that I didn't destroy her.  Beautiful face.

I hope she didn't suffer too much.  I like to think he knocked her out, so he didn't feel it, but.  I better not, think about that too much.  It's giving me nightmares, thinking about him gripping her hair.  Smashing her head down over and over until it caves in her face.

What a sick fucker, but I have to think he wouldn't have killed that poor woman, if we hadn't given him ideas.

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Cuckhold {M...MF.  Also, Slut Spou.}

   My wife.  I took her to the bar, and she threw a drink in my face.  Then my ring, I picked it up on the way out.  Head low, held it in front of my to hide the shame throbbing in my pants.  Trying not to grin on my way out the door.  Go back to the car, turning it on my fingertip, slipping it out, then back on, dipping the nail in, and out of it.  Then smoking, out the window.  Looking in to see her, drinking, the guys lining up, hesitant at first, then waiting patiently while she flirted, and shot them down.  One by one, their tails between their legs, to cry it off, and get pats on the back by their friends.

   Soft in my lap.  No need to waste the blood, the attention, just set the wheel up.  The windshield shining from the light over the parking lot, but the window back lit from inside.  Like a mirror, the pecking order.  First the top dogs, confident, easily cowing the betas, then the gammas...  Working their way down, she doesn't like big charming confident men.  With a nice car, wife, and kids at home.  Cock of the walk, and everyone knows it.

   "Peacock," she calls him.  "He knows it's his, the pussy belongs to him, all of it.  Only a matter of time..."

   But he has brotege's, betas, hang around him to pick up his sloppy seconds, cast-offs, and throw themselves on the occasional grenade.  The Gammas go to them, to mansplain how to be a wingman.  So they can go out, brave in numbers, and hunt for pussy.  "The Deltas are sexual scavengers, like you.  Look for victims, already broken in, and take what you can get. Or easy victims, children." I know, the best ones are too young to tell, or say "no!" And they forget, before they grow too old.

   But this, the Queen in her court.  "Huh!" Turn the key to fire up the radio, not the motor, and slide in the tape.  Queen, Killers; "Another one bites the dust."

   Oh, down to Gammas now, or Beta's betas, the rivalry, the Pride sitting back to watch.  Seen this before, some of them had even been with Her.  Hers', for a few moments.  But she always comes back to me.  Not that she's mine, i am and forever will be Her's, but I was learning.  She pats my cheek, "One day, when you grow up, you just might be an Alpha." Then slaps me, "Uhn!" I let my hand down my chest, and feel the hardness in my lap.

   She's not an Alpha Male, she's an Omega Woman, the Queen, and I'm the only one that knows it.  I am Her beta.

   Western flannel shirt pulled out, so i can cover it in a moment, mirrors in my periphery, i don't want to spoil the mood, but i can still get in it. Brush it aside, to rub my leg, and smack the inside uf it, 'gHn!" Yeah, she should get to the bottom of the barrel soon.  They just jump right in her boat.  "Just has to chum the water a little..."

   "Hh," don't touch it yet, just standing to swing upright over my flannel covered buckle, and the bottom button of my shirt.  "Hhh!" Rubbing the inside of her thigh.  She uncrosses her legs, looks right through the window, then crosses them again.  Looks over, and nods.

   He can't believe his luck, I have to unbelt, and unbutton my pants to zip them up, button, and belt them back.  Over my raging erection, I hurts, but I cut the music.  He can't believe his luck, she catches herself on the stool.  No wonder, didn't even get in line.  Old, fat, bald, pathetic, probably stinks.  She's in no condition to drive, but either he hadn't been drowning his sorrows for long, or he's one of those hard-core drunks that drive better than sober.

   You know, when he's not getting groped, flashed, and necked by the hot housewife, that somehow took pity on him tonight.  He swerves, a few times, but she makes him.  I keep my eyes on the road under them, with the lights off, don't even need the brake.  I know this road, driven it with my eyes closed, bursting a nut in her mouth, but she has him pull over.  I cut the engine, coast up.  Brake lights, don't need them.  He doesn't see shit.

   "Huh!" rub my hands together.  Get out, the window, so i don't have to take out the dome light, or try to close the door silently.  No traffic, about the only reason to head down there tonite is the bar, everyone's already there, and it's too early for any of them to be headded back.  To see us, just a truck, then a car pulled over to the shoulder, too far apart for him to hear my tires on the gravel.

   "Hhhhh," deep breath, so I don't have to pant too loud, windows down, I creep up to the quarter panel, and get my head up behind the rear pillar.

   "SCHLUP!"

   "Uhn!" I think he holds his breath after that, I can see his face, but his eyes are squeezed tight.  "Huhuh!" he lets out a shuddering breath, but she sits up, grinning, and wiping her mouth.  Turns, and reaches up.  Pulls the lock stem, but I already kicked my boot forward, to stand up, grab the door handle, and "Bitch!" Pull her out by the hair.

Khhhhhh!.:';'.


   He roostertails, fishtails, and catches enough pavement to take off, the door flapping back out, then slamming shut.

   She grinned in the receeding light.  "SPWHO*!"

   I winked, and grimmaced, turning away, then she smacked the other cheek to turn me back.  "That Hurt!" Patting her hair.  I laughed, and grabbed her belt.  "Forcing" her back, okay, running backwards, laughing, drunk, in heels.  Not real high ones, and broad, but still.  In the dark, on Gravel. "Hihihihihn!"

   Falling back on the hot hood, her hair spraying up, then rolling back down to her shoulders.  "Huh!" Her miniskirt coming open, with her heels pressed in my back.  Pulling me in, and the smell of her lust hitting me while she crosses them, squeezing my sides hard, and pulling out my belt. So hard the tongue lashes out, and slaps her thigh.

   "Uhn!" She closes her eyes, and bites her smiling lip.  "Huh!"

   So i finish getting it out, holding it down in her stubble so she relaxes.  A little to let me back out, aiming, and slipping down...  And, just holds still.

   .

   .

   "UHN!" She stabs me into her, then grunts.  I thought, she was having an orgasm, the first time.  Felt her midriff, tighten, and ripple through her skirt, and half open blouse.

   "Ngh!" No, she's doing that.  To me, I'm not making her cum, she's jerking me off, with her muscles.  It just takes, like all her concentration.  I don't fuck her, I can't.  She won't let me, and she'd probably bite it off, spit it in my face.  "Nyuhhh!"

   She relaxes, I can barely feel more than her warmth, even as it twitches, and spatters wetly inside her.

   'huh.' She sighs.  "That it?" i look, she's.  Disappointed in me.

   "I'm sorry," even as the last of it twitches out.

   "Huh!" she rolls her eyes, "Well," pushes me off, "You've got all night to make it up to me." She grunts, to hold it in.  Long enough to get out her underwear, put them on.  I hold the door, help her in.  She crosses her legs, belted up, and i go around to get in my side.  "KRHALK!" She wipes her mouth, leaning back in to pull the door, and I hand her a Gatorade.

   "Should've let that slimy sacka shit fuck me first.  Like he would've lasted longer, what're you, twelve?"

   "Hhuhh!" NOW, i was starting to get in the mood!  I nodded, hands steady on the wheel.

   "Explains the widow kiddie dick, huh!  I haven't seen one that small since i was potty training.  Fuck, it get any bigger when it's hard?"

   I shrugged.

   "Well, maybe I'll keep you around, till your balls drop, and you start growing hairs on 'em.  You like that?"

   "Yeah," I nodded.  "And stay outta my underwear!  All my panties smell like ass, you pissy little shit.  I swear, can't leave you alone a fucking second, without you sneaking in, and spraying your filthy mess all over.  When you get home, I want you to lick them all clean."

   "Yes," I hesitated.

   "Sister," Oh good!

   "Yes, sister!"

   When we got home, i only had to lick out one pair.  Then she took them off, to get all that leaked out in them, then i got to suck her off.

   Then, she started getting in the mood...

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   Hubby {MF NS Spou.  b/g Mnem Mole.  Mnem is for memories, shared between husband and wife of their childhoods.  Then Kunyaza, not that either of them have ever heard of it.  For spoilers, look it up.  Trigger Warning: Spouse Abuse.}

   She met me at the door.  I was fairly clean anyway, but she took my field computer, and the house is dark.  "Dinner's in the dining room," I found it by the candle light, her plain wooden candleholders, she put the machine away, in another room.  Not dressed up, or down in her dowdy puritan dress.  Her hair was braided, but not pinned up in a bun, to cover with her wimple.

   Sorry, Prayer Bonnet.  I sat down at the head of the table, "It smells wonderful!" She uncovered the roasting pan, pot roast.  Not my favorite, but she makes a good one.  Once she added the herbs and spices she got out of a cookbook, when we were newlywed, she boiled everything with maybe a little salt, to death.  She had to cook worldly, like a real wife instead of a Pennsylvania Dutch puritan.

   "Amen," she unclasped her hands, and asked me about my day.

   "Well, we were mostly inside," the plaster brushed off, "I didn't even break a sweat." Wiring, I'm an electrician, for the new Cable Company.

   "I wrote another story, your friends will probably love it."

   "Mother-son?" It's really more like all one story, so another chapter, in the continuing adventures of a dirty little boy, his mother, and sister. Cumming of Age?  I chewed, and swallowed, but snorted.  "Ugh!" Couldn't laugh with my mouth full.

   "Brother/sister." She smiled, "He's starting to molest her, or she's starting to like it."

   The napkin in my lap stopped hanging between my legs, and started folding up, instead of down.  "Oh yeah?"

   "Huh!" She kept stirring it around in her bowl, picked up the pepper.  "If you don't mind me asking," she picked up some carrot, and celery, "Were you molested too?" Took the bite, and chewed, waiting.

   ...  'Too,' she said.  I suspected, but.  "Gulp," I nodded, and set down my fork.  "Huh!" picked up the knife, and sliced some bread off the fresh baked loaf.

   Oh yes, she can bake.  Buttered some fresh sourdough.  "All right, but you're really going to have to tell me something." anything about her childhood, "I'll go first." Collecting my thoughts, I sniffed the sourdough, and took a bite.  Picked up the napkin from my tent pole, and wiped a drip of melted butter from the side of my chin.

   .

   .

   "There was this other boy.  Older, the first time i saw porn." She picked up a bite of beef, and some onion speared on the tines to hold it on. Just nodded, chewing.  "He didn't touch me, but he showed me, the magazines, and what to do with them." i didn't have a big brother for that.

   "Jerk off," she nodded.  Swallowed, her mother would probably gasp in horror, and beat her with a switch for talking with her mouth full.

   "Of course," nodded, "So, i started playing with myself, but he kept them.  So, i had to go back, and ask him where he got it." I finished the chunk of bread, not full, but I lost my appetite.  This conversation, was interesting, but "It's hard to talk about, but he showed me."

   "His father's stash?" I shook my head.

   "There was this guy, in his neighborhood.  We went to the same school, but he rode a different bus.  "We grew up, apart." She didn't go to public school, you only really saw them or the Mennonites and Amish around our home town when they came in to buy, and sell.  "We thought he was cool, he let us swear, and look at dirty pictures, and hang out at his place.  She said his name, and took another bite.

   Nodded, "You heard about him." She nodded back.  "Yeah, so you probably heard he got busted, they didn't find all the boys he molested, but i was one too." She just chewed, waiting...  "Huh!  i didn't know, they didn't talk about that, until then.  Then we had this big assembly at the public school, where they told us about strangers, and what they, might could do, if you talk to them, or get in their cars.  He wasn't, a stranger, of course.  He was a 'friend.' He liked to be friends with kids, but of course to get your pants down, and show us porn to touch us when we got hard."

   She set down her fork.  "You know what it was like, where I grew up?"

   I shook my head, my stew was getting cold, so I picked up my fork, and spoon.  "I'magine like the Mennonites?  I went out to their farm, they had two stairs.  One up to the boy's side, and the other up to the girls.  I couldn't go up to the girl's of course.  They got upset if I looked up there."

   "Well, that's one major difference.  You remember the schoolhouse?" I shook my head, chewing some vegitables.  {Mirepoix, 2 parts celery, to one part carrot, and onion with some potatoes thrown in for starch.  The basis for most old world soups, and stews, like Chicken and Noodles, or Dumplings...}

   Swallow, "i thought it was 2 churches." You could see them from the road, one had a steeple, while the other "The one without a bell?"

   "Right, they didn't need a bell, because we grew up there.  It was like Sunday School, every day, and instead of classrooms, the back hall was dorms.  We were raised together, in a Creche.  Like the Jewish Kibbutz, the boys on one side until their voices cracked, the girls on the other until we got our period."

   "So," I get it, "No reason to call the kids to school," they lived there.

   "Right, but still separated so the boys don't get into the girls, if you get my meaning." Of course.  I just ladled up the thin tasty broth, and sipped it from the spoon.  "So, it was like your boyfriend."

   "I didn't have a boyfriend." I scooped up another spoonful, though.

   "Right, sorry." Shakes her head, "But we didn't have pornography, of course.  I mean if one of the boys carved the image of a penis on a tree, they took a plane to it, and cut it off."

   "Jesus." They were known for their woodworking, though.  We called the boys 'chisel boys,' because they carried them around in their pockets, instead of whittling knives.

   She laughed, "For christ's sake.  Huh!  the problem with such a culture is, it tends to cover up things that they don't even want to admit exist."

   "Like child molestors." And incest, the Amish in particular around there.

   "And homosexuals.  The teaching is that homosexuality is a sin, like taking the lord's name in vain." I didn't say sorry, she doesn't care any more, and curses like a sailor to get horny now.  "However, that doesn't really stop us from giving birth to homosexuals, just like anyone else."

   "So, you believe it's a," Shake my head, think, "You're born that way, instead of choosing that life?"

   "Yes, and here's why.  My first love was a girl, she's a lesbian now, but I'm not."

   "So, you're molested by another girl?" I dropped my napkin over my bowl, not so much to signal I was done, but so I could stand up, and she could see my hardon trying to tear off my pants.

   "Yes," she got up, and picked up the candle snuffer.

   I couldn't wait, to get upstairs.  Just watching her bend over, to hold the swinging bell over the burning end of the white hand dipped tapers.  She didn't look back at the sound of my belt buckle clanking, or the zipper dropping loudly as soon as I popped the snap.

   "Huh!" I slipped her skirt up, and she bent over.  The table in the dark, just felt her bottom, pinched her undies to pull them down, and goosing to find her hot and wet.  Swollen, not dripping, but her scent filled the dining room as I swirled a fingertip to slip down through her folds, and wet her blood swollen little man in a boat.  "Huhh!"

   She turned, over to put her legs up.  So, I had to feel for her again. She squeezed her legs together.  Trapping me, but I pulled back to slip the dry skin in her fresh shaven thighs.  "Huh!" Then a short, maybe quarter thrust to roll out of my foreskin.  Even more sensitive than her thighs, which drive her wild by the way.  I felt up her legs.  Slipped her panties up to her feet, and bent her knees to bring them together.  But not pull them off, instead, Leaned down.  "SnnnhhHHH!" She had been writing, all day. Not just that sick sleep molestation she read to me later, in bed.  The guys loved that, by the way.  "Huh!" I slipped out, so I hooked my thumb over the stubble of my pubes, and slipped it between her lips.

   "Huh!" And the, I don't know, curved corner, where her thighs come together, with her crotch.  The skin rolled back again from me fucking back in to the warm pocket, and her pubes felt fresh shaven.  Smooth as a little girl's, I imagine.  Her, with her little friend.  "Huh!" I pulled my face out of her panty clad feet, "Dirty lesbian."

   "Hmh!" Pull back to slip down, and swirl it around in her broth.  Pull the skin tight, and get the head good and wet before it slips back up to her pocket.  "Yeah!" breathless.  "Nh!" Shaking, she hunched at the loose fold in the top.  Slipping on my meat, in the cleft on the bottom.  "Nh!" I slipped back down, to stir out some more broth.  "Neah!" Back up, sucking air through her pussy perfumed panties, her nice clean feet, lapping the fine cotton into her sensitive soles.  "huhn!" Another hunch, forcing out a grunt.  Shaking my head, to brush the cotton back and forth.  "Hhihihn!" A giggle.  A girlish giggle, she's ticklish, but I have to get her really worked up so it doesn't spoil the mood.  Good, not that i wouldn't mind a break to wrestle around, and giggle, but I was now consciously teasing myself, as much as her, to make it last.  "Nh!" Her hands running up, and down my tummy.  Okay, belly, she's been feeding me good, and she likes it. Even better than my old tight muscular one, I still had it under there, because of our childsplay.  "Don't know what you're missing."

   Another dip, a little deeper each time, but not quite penetrating her.  Like a virgin, our honey moon, being careful not to hurt her.  Slip up for another brush, her erection against mine, but stroking out to slip my foreskin up.  "Nyeah!" she humped this time, had enough for her heels to slop down to my neck, so I gripped her ankles to hold her panties back to my face.  Her filthy fucking panties, stewing in her juices, writing nasty incest sister stories, and waiting for me to come home.  All day, probably even cooking, and baking, bent over the counter to open her notebook when she thought of something.  Maybe some flour still dusting her hands, a curl stuck to her face, and more clinging wet to her hot neck.  "Uh!" I slipped back in, to her intercrural pocket.

   Like a Greek pedorast, the myth is they sodomized boys, and eunichs.  Buttfucked them without a vulva between them, but they really preferred this.  Squeezed between the thighs, I slipped down again.  Too far, oops! Brushed my sex drenched tip against her dry wrinckled pucker, and between her clenching buttocks.  Which dried it, so I dipped out more fuck broth, and winked the eye, to stir out some more, and spread it on with some more quick dips.  Shallow, then a little deeper.  "Huh!'' She spasmed, "Neah, Yes, now, fuh, Fuck, Nau, Fuck Me Now!"

   "Wh hw hw!" The dirty cotton puffed in my face, but I stopped.  So close, too fucking close, I held it.  Just the tip, just inside, but her fuck tunnel spasmed, almost milking me off.  Too soon, I'm not ready, so I pull out, even my face out of her feet to pant.  "Huh huh huh!" Just the cool air, her juices cooling on it was too much, so I risked letting the skin cover it, and squeezed in the hope of holding it back.  "NGH!" She taught me this, sitting on my hands, so close, then stopping, so I'm caught just on the brink of an orgasm.  "Hh, huh hHh!" Kiss her panties, and bite them.  Slowly slipping in.  "Hwhwhwhwh!"

   She shakes, no longer spasming, but I can hear her short shallow breaths, like a silent giggle.  'h!  h!  h!' "NyyyyeeeeuuuUUAHHH!"

   As slow as I can, hold back from diving in, burying myself to the balls, and splashing her womb with baby butter.  Churning it to a froth, but bending a knee, turning my hip, down, then back up, around to turn, and bend the other.  Stirring it around in her like an auger to open up a hole that wasn't quite wide enough.  "NYEAUOOOOOOOOOH!"

   I read about it.  Penthouse forum, and the like, never really believed that a woman could truly 'gush' like that.  You know, guys lie.  Exaggerate, but I swear to god.  It was just exactly like that.  She gushed, she literally gushed, it soaked my stubbly crotch, and balls, and dripped down my legs like I wet my pants.  I kept stirring deeper and deeper, literally screwing into her, until I felt the tight spasming donut of muscle at the bottom up against it, and that was just too much.

   "PHUH!" My head exploded.  For a second, I didn't even know what happened, then I hear the splash, and crash of the roast hitting the floor, and tumbling.

   Then She was on me, "WHAT," GHN!  "THE," GHN!  "FUCK!" I got my hands Up,

   "KUH!" She kicked me in the chest, I think with her knee, then her sharp elbow hit my ribs.  I held my chest, breathless, so I couldn't cover my face, and she held my arm to start punching the side of my face again, "You want to get me pregnant!?"
 
   Then it stopped, i heard her sobbing in the corner.  "Uh!" I caught my breath, or i could gasp again, "Wh, uh!" my head started pounding all by itself, and the side of my face felt like one giant bruise.  "I'm sorry,' I felt her, my knee slipped in the hot broth, but I got my arms around her, and held her, sobbing.  "Don't you?"

   She pushed me off, "Don't touch me!" i heard her, running up stairs, sobbing loudly, and the bathroom door slam.

   I got up, head felt like a ball of pain, but felt along the wall to the door, and found the light switch.  "Huh!" what the fuck just happened?

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   Report {Mms NS Mug Fict}

   "I got robbed.  I don't know, a bunch of kids.  I didn't get a good look at them, they were all wearing ballcaps, but some of them were Jaguars, while the other half wore Spartans.  So, I guess they go to both high schools.  Is there much gang activity here, really?  We just moved here, a couple years ago, figured such a small town would be a nice quiet place to start a family.  I guess you're right, punk kids.  Hm?  Oh, they just beat me up, kicked me a couple times, they didn't have any bats, or knives that I saw.  I don't know what they hit me in the head with when they knocked me out, but they dropped my wallet.  Just took the cash, I don't know, maybe a hundred bucks, or two?  Not more than that, I deposited most of my paycheck. Oh, I scalded myself earlier tonight, wife dropped a perfectly good potroast, so I went out to get a pizza or something when they jumped me.  Sorry I couldn't be much more help with that.  Sure, where do I sign the report?  Okay, uh.  Could you leave me alone now?  The pain pills they gave me haven't kicked in yet.  Yeah turn off the light when you go out."
 
   What was I going to tell them?  I'm still not sure what exactly happened. I mean, up to the point where she got off, and went fucking psycho berserk or something, but I sure wasn't going to tell the cops that I just got beaten by my wife.  "Huh uHN!" The doctor said there's no signs of broken ribs, but my face is one big bruise, and I got a concussion.  On both sides of my head,

   "Surge/counter-surge they said." Probably when the roasting pan hit my head, then my head hit the floor, they way they explained it, the brain sloshed back and forth, and hit the sides of my skull.  About what it feels like, the nurse keeps coming in to shine the light in my eyes, the next time I asked him "Why do you do that?"

   "To check your pupils." He showed me, in the mirror.  They were 2 different sizes, like David Bowie, but they eventually shrunk back down to the same size.  I winced, and looked away from the purple swollen mess of the left side of my face.  Like that guy's from the Batman comics, what's his face's.  That bad, and a big fat goosegg that puffed out the hair on the side.  "Can I go home soon?"

   "We need to keep you for observation, until we're sure there's no subdural hematoma." awhat?  "A brain bleed, if you have too much intercranial pressure, you could die, which is why we're keeping you awake."

   "Oh."

   "You want the light out?  If the lights hurt your eyes,"

   "No," don't shake your head, "It's all right." It does, but the dark is even worse.

   "You think I can call my wife?" I thought, "To tell her what happened, and I'm all right."

   Or, find out what did just happen?  "Sure, I'll have them bring in a phone."

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   Shower {F "Solo" NS}

   Shshshshshshshshshshshshshshsh...

   I just tuned it out, until he stopped banging on the door, I didn't hear him leave, but i just curled up on the floor, sobbing.  I think he broke my hand.

   You had a psychotic seizure.

   "Oh?" Shake my head.

   You went Berserk.

   "Nhmhmhm!" All I remember, after that, well I guess the phrase is 'mind blowing orgasm,' but did it really just turn me psycho?  "So that's what psycho feels like?"

   "Well, you are talking to yourself."

   Like I was possessed, then I had these flashes, all the fears I tried to deny, dismiss, tell myself were just paranoia.  I couldn't stop, asking myself, the question repeating over and over in my head.

   "What does that kind of abuse, do to a person?"

   My husband, I was afraid of/for him, and then our son.  "H!"

   "Yeah," that's what set you off.

   The thought of raising a son, together.  I could almost see him, looking up, from the future?  Turning cold, angry, violent, growing into a bully. A molestor, a rapist, and killer.  Because i thought I knew the man i married, only to find out he's a pedorast.

   Now, I was full of his seed, and all of a sudden i wanted it out of me. Couldn't get to the douche fast enough, fill it up, again and again, sobbing in the now cold water, but it braced me.  The frigid gushes in, then soapy water, and then i thought of the vinegar.  I read somewhere, i forget what magazine that it kills the sperm.  It wasn't just the thought of raising him, I could put him up for adoption, i didn't even want him in me.  For most of a year, carrying him, giving him life, only to grow up like his father.  A monster.

   It's like being gay, either you're born with it, or you're normal, right? I don't believe in demons any more, i was just upset, feeling broken, so my poor twisted up head remembered it from my childhood stories. Sunday school every day.  "Thought you had 2 churches." He was right, we did.  An old one, and a young one, for children.  Yet another reason i finally ran away.  Found a family that would let me live with them, on their farm in exchange for work.  Good family, good kids, they even let me finish school at the high school.  "Why,' o why did i ever leave?  I vowed to never regret it, and i hadn't, until i found out they weren't completely wrong.

   It is scary out here, there really are horrible people.  Not everyone, but that doesn't mean they were wrong about everyone.  There are real monsters, and they don't look like monsters.  It would be nice if they did have horns on their heads, or were marked by a word of blasphemy, but of course not.  "Hih!" They look just like normal people, so you don't run away.  You can let them in, trust them, fall in love with them.  Then, they suck you in with their sick fucking fantasies, I can't believe, i was so gullible.  How could i be so naive?  "They're just stories," sure, "Just fantasies," right.  I knew, as soon as I read the first line.

   [It wasn't the first time i changed his diaper, but the first time i opened it up, and saw my little brother was hard, I felt myself get hard to.]

   "Uh!" i know, temptation they told me.  I never expected, to read something like that, though.  And, be.  Well, tempted by it?  It was disgusting, I dropped it like it was on fire, put it back, but just that seed was enough.  To grow in me, in my head, until i thought of it again.  Then again, it took days, then weeks before I finally gave in, and got it back out.  Not the porn, i think I looked through it once.  And laughed, it was funny.

   Naked people, girls, so what?  Why do I want to see naked girls, with shaven pubes, and vibrators pointed between their legs?  Or smiling, mouths wide open, as if to suck them, get them wet, why didn't that turn me on, then that sick incestous baby pissy diaper story.  No, just that sentence, that first sentence, eccoing over and over.  Why did i ever get curious again?  Or in the first place, why did i ever even touch that horrible sinful thing?

   They were right the whole time.  The devil is real, Satan is truly tempting mortals into sin, and we are so corrupted by Eve we are powerless against it.  The only defense is to avoid all temptation, these worldly clothes, tight jeans, and easy men, boys and girls living together.  I should have stayed with the Mennonites, they had it right, the brotherhood messed up by raising all those children together.  If they hadn't, i never would have been tempted by those other girls.  i never would have rebelled, gone to the summer carnival, with their drink, and their gambling, and their handsome boys to kiss behind the shooting gallery.  I never would have been tempted, seduced, and turned into this wretched thing.  I would be having these sick perverted nightmares, and thinking they're erotic dreams, but it's not too late.  i can get out, but where will i go?  How will I live?

   I don't have any money, any way to make it, a job, I'm completely dependent on my husband, and my family won't take me back.  Even then, how could I face them?  The shame, their smug satisfaction, judging me, telling them they were right.  They told me so, but I wouldn't listen.  I'm already headded for hell, why wait?  "Hhh!" I couldn't do it.  So, i dropped the knife, and just cried on the kitchen floor, "Nhmhmhmhmhn!"

   Until the phone rang.

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"Sauce for the goose, is sauce for the gander."  Which begs the question: how do you escalate from marital rape?

Well, it's a long story, or several shorter ones...
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Re: The Willing
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Wifey (FM Mari, mb Pedo Fant.)

   "Huh!" I set down the notebook, and rubbed my eyes.  So, my husband is a pedorast.  Sure, it said "I didn't touch him." Repeatedly, "I never touched him, not like that," but he thought about it.  You don't write a story about changing your little brother's diapers, then jerking off afterwards, and insist you never touched him.  A normal person wouldn't even think about it, unless they're a pedorast.  I suppose it's fortunate that he hadn't, never had a little brother, older sisters, but why the fantasies? Hidden in his sock drawer, under his porn?  Were the magazines, normal naked ladies, a cover for his secret shameful desires?

   I suppose a better question, I should be asking myself why did it excite me?  It's sick, too sick to admit even in his private fantasies.  I certainly shouldn't be fingering myself damp, thinking about him thinking about it, and stroking his hardon, then spilling his seed all over the the shower curtain.  "Hh!" Until he got home, I slipped my hand out of my underpants, and fixed my blouse before meeting him at the door.  With a kiss, he was filthy, and sweaty from work.

   New job, "Let me get cleaned up," he pulled his shirt off on the way up the stairs, his back pale and relatively clean under the tanline, and freckles of grit around his neck, and arms.  I followed him up, and picked up the damp shirt from the corner of the bed.  "No," I hugged him, "let me." I felt around to undo his buckle, then up his belly, his chest, kissing his back, licking my lips, then some sweat from the bones up his spine.  "Hh!" I was still pretty sweaty myself.  "Hm."

   "What's gotten into you?" I let his hard muscular butt pull away from my front, to let his pants down.

   "Well," I was reading your dirty stories, and "I missed you today." New hours, too.  He turned, in his underwear, so I kissed his sweaty chest, the little triangle of hairs, and slipped his underpants down his hips.  "Hhuh!" Pinched some of the hairs, like a brown Superman logo, and let them slip out of my lips to curl back.  Licking the salty sweat.  "Lmh!"

   I almost bit his chest, the thick meat on the side, but just pressed my teeth in without pinching it between them.  He felt my hair, some curls twisting around his fingertips, and twirled them into ringlets.  "I missed you too," he bent, so I looked up, closed my eyes for the kiss.  "Mh!" His strong rough fingers at my neck.  "God, you're horny tonight."

   I nodded, excited, even the thought of his incestuous perversities forgiven with him here.  In his arms, his smell in my nose, sweat still seasoning my tongue.

   I didn't want to clean him up, I wanted to get dirty with him.  I sat down on the bed, he was stirring, and got even harder under my hand.  Petting it down, feeling the curls with my fingertips combing through them, kissing his belly button, lifting it to pull back the skin, expose the head. "Snhhh!"

   I love that smell, the taste, so glad I caught him before he got in the shower.  "Smp!"

   "hH!" The skin snapped back, wetly, so I pulled it back for an even deeper kiss.

   "Snhhhh!" His curly beard, sweaty, manly, "HhuhhH!" Wet, I let the spit/sweat slip through my fingers to slick it further down.  "Krawlk!  Grhlk!" I never tried, deep throating before.  I don't know why, I just wanted to see how far it would go, then I gagged.  "Kauh!" I smiled up at him, pumping away, and remembered, his dirty little secret.  He saw it, something in my smile, so I let my tongue out to lap it.  "Hahl!  Lal laln!" He closed his eyes, but I had enough to stroke it, a little.  Brush my lip with my knuckle, and feel the split on the bottom rub my flattened tongue.

   "Hh!" He tensed, so I felt his tight hairy balls.  The soft spot under them, the twitch, and the thick drop roll up.  Through the end of my thumb, the split flaring, and the first warm wet splash up in my mouth.

   "Uhl!" It ran down, but then there was another, and another.  "NkchH!" I sneezed, it shot up my nose!  I was laughing, but the thick hot ropes of spunk kept shooting out to plaster my face, and stick in my hair.  "Hh!" I unbuttoned the strap on my dress, slipped it down, and the top of my blouse while he kicked off his boots, out of his jeans, and started the shower.  "Snhhh!" God, I could smell myself, as soon as I got my underpants down.  I was drooling, it stuck together, and slicked my fingers when I split it open.  "Hh!" I joined him, he moved aside so I could close my eyes, feel the warm rain wash the seed off, and down my chest.  Water slipping off, warm and thin from my nipples, to spatter in the shower floor.  Then, he squirted cool shampoo out to wash my hair.

   He loves my hair, and I love his hands in it.  Wet and heavy like this, sudzy, and his biceps around my shoulders.  My wet chest, and his flat tummy.  The cute fine curls on his chest, the lather on my fingers, washing his pubes, and his soft hanging dick.  "Hh!" He kissed my head, got out to dry off, while I wrinsed it out.  "What's for dinner?"

   "I didn't know when you're coming home!" I called over the enclosure.  Wiped the mist away from the door to see him bend over, pulling some clean underpants over his bottom.  "Mh," too far for a playful swat, a dirty grope, and maybe tickle his hairy hanging balls until it misted up again.

   "We'll go out," he called back, "To celebrate." I heard his heavy boots on the stairs, when I got out.  Grabbed a dry towel, and wrapped it around my hair.  I was at the vanity, brushing it out.  Naked when he came back up. I looked back in the mirror, saw the notebook in his hands.  "Why don't you order Chinese instead?" I didn't want to go out tonight.

   "What's this?"

   "You wrote it," I shrugged, set down the brush.

   "Did you read this?" He got angry, "I don't want you going through my things!"

   "Calm down, now." I stood up, "I wasn't snooping, I just washed some laundry, and when I put it up;"

   "You had no right!" I looked around for something I could grab, pick up, but backed into the wrong corner.

   "Yeah!" I pushed him back, "I read your dirty little boy stories!" he looked guilty, "Is that what you think about?" He never touched me, like that.  "Little boys?  Baby boys, and what they have in their diapers?"

   He looked away, "No?"

   "Don't LIE to me!" I slapped him.  "Oh, it's all right." Rubbed his cheek, so he turned back to me.  "HuhH, it.  It turned me on, too." Obviously, I took his hand, brought it up in both of mine.  "I liked it," turned his fingertips to run them through my hot swollen lips.  "See?  Feel how much I liked it?" His mouth fell open.  "HhH!" I humped his fingers.  "Here," I pushed him back on the bed.  He sat down, so I climbed up.  My knees on either sides of his lap.  "Lay down." I walked up him, on either side.  "I don't want to eat out." Felt his face, around his ears, lifting his head.  Felt his breath, hot between my thighs.  "Can you write me one?" he nodded, but didn't say anything.  With his mouth full.  "hH!  About your, dirty little boy, and his mother."

   ;

   Mother's Milk (mbF Teat NS Fant.  Once again, this is written from the PoV of a child, by an adult, to manufacture evidence.)

[   i'm not supposed to look, but baby Davy gets to?  He fell asleep, so momma let her arm down, and fixed her bra, and shirt.  Put him down, but i went right in the bathroom.  Stiff as a board, i beat it for all it was worth.  Just a flash, but i saw the bottom of one, and her nipple.  Right where they leaked through, like a picture on each eyelid, seeing double.  i know the shape, there boobs.  2 of them, round, big pink nipples in the middle.  Squirting out, leaking a little to dribble, run down for me to lick up.  The soft looking bulge i saw on the underside, then sucking the last out.

   "Huh!" My bottom got tight, and my knees gripped the sides of the toilet hard.  "Ngh!  Nh!  Hn!" it twitched, but still dry.  "Huhn!" i looked, still nothing.  On the toilet seat, the tank, i even checked the lid, and the towel hanging over it, but still nothing.  Oh well, I pulled up my pants, and underpants, flushed the toilet while i washed my hands.  She went right in when i came out, spent a long time in there, but Davy was asleep.  And dinner was ready, so i scarfed it down real quick, i was so hungry.  Then, she came out.  In a new clean dry shirt, and sat down to eat. i hugged her, just squeezed my face in there, and hugged her back.  Until i couldn't breathe, but i pulled away from between the heavy round softness reluctantly.

   "What was that for?" She looked down.

   "i love you, mommy."

   She smirked, puzzled, "I love you too, dear.  Now, get ready for bed."

   i had a stiffy, but she didn't see it.  i got my pants down as soon as the door was locked, and rubbed it hard between my hands.  "Hhihn!  Your gonna start a fire!" i put on some shorts, and a nighty so it stuck out, but she didn't see it.  Daddy was home, so it went down.  i had to lean over, "Gnight, smq!"

   "Gnight, dad."

   i had to hold myself up, so my nighty stuck out on my way back to my room.  I felt them, squishing under my hands, and the nighty swish back and forth over the end, wagging under it like a tail.  i didn't even pull it up, just put out the light, and rubbed it through it with my legs on the bed.

   Thump!  i stopped, but Thump!  It wasn't my head board.  Thump Thump ThumpThump.  ThumpThumpThump...

   i giggled, knew what they were doing.  Making babies, i heard about it at school.  No idea how you make babies, but "Uh, Uh Huh, AH!" Mom really likes it.

   i hope she gets a girl this time, i want a little sister, too.]

   ;

   Hubby {MF Shav Fant}

   She sat on the seat in the corner, "What's that for?" brought the razor from the sink with her.  "Uh!"

   She goosed under my balls, "You ever wonder what it's like?" I shook my head, "Of course not," she smirked, "You grew up with it." Screwing in a new blade (Double edged safety razor) and scrubbed up some suds in my pubes. "I had boyfriends before you." I closed my eyes, felt her scrape the front.  "Well, not boys, other men." Scrape.

   "Careful," I tried to hold still, but felt myself hardening from the suds slipping down, the side of her hand brushing it aside, then holding it, out of the way.  "HhH!" Another scrape, up from the base, she held it up, and ran her thumb out the top, pinched and pulled curls from the blade. "Hh," hold my breath again, hold still.  She shaves her legs, I trust her with the razor, but it's still rather frightening, the cold blades, so close to my privates.  "Ngh!" I swallowed, took another careful breath, and held it.  "Hhhh!" I took her hand, "You better let me do that." Pulled the handle from her fingers, and held the stiffness to get the ring of hairs around the base.  Carefully, my hands shaking a little, but, I managed not to cut myself.

   "Ooh!" while I wrinsed it in the water, her soft wet fingertips felt the front.  She giggled, "Smooth as a baby's;" It lurched, actually bounced a little, but I felt down.  Held my nut aside to pull the skin tight, and carefully crop the hairs.  Or half of them, I switched to the other one, and flipped the head under it.  It took a few careful swipes, then pulled the curls out, like I saw her do.  Starting with my thumb, then pinching them when it slipped backward across the edge.  "Uh!" She held them, rolled them around, and pinched the skin to roll it around and round.  "Huh!  God, they feel wonderful!"

   I nodded, swallowed.  "Mh?" She sucked them?  One, then the other popping in her lips, she let them pop out, and spat.  Made a face, "Still tastes a little soapy.  KawlllLL!" Caught shower water in her open mouth, and swished it around to spit again.  So ladylike before, Puritan.  I never imagined she would, she could get so perverted once she opened up.  Read my sick stories.  "Huh!  Lawmh!" Went back and forth, sucking in the loose skin, and goosing a nut to pop in, then out, then the other.  "Huh!" Her wet curls, clinging, and twisting around my fingers.  Slipping around them as I pulled them through, combing them up, she pulled the hardness down.

   The skin back, "Uhhn!  yeah!" She was really getting good at cocksucking!

   "Wlk kll!" Rubbing it with her hot wet tongue, the tip against the roof of her mouth.  "Lgh!" Her throat relaxing, still tight, almost hard, forcing the skin back, to "Kauh!" A hawker splatted, and ran down the wet, fresh smooth pubeless front, then around the base to cling to the side of my nutsack, and run down my leg.  "Huh!" she pulled my buttock, and pressed my hip.  "Turn around, bend over."

   "huh?"

   "Let me get under them." She picked up the razor, but I had to hold my head up, or the water ran down my nose.  "Nknch!" I wiped it, pinched it out, and shook snot out in the water.

   "Nhihihnhih!" Hm?  "You want my to get your butt, too?" She goosed down the middle.

   I jumped, stood up covering it.  "Ooh, why!?"

   She laughed, "I don't know," covered her mouth modestly, "Do boys have butt hairs too?" She liked talking dirty, now.  Never got to before, as a kid.

   "How should I know?" I never looked?

   "Well, what about your little boyfriends?"

   "I told you, I never did that."

   "Oh right," she held up her fingers, "I never touched him," end quote.

   "There is no Him.  You know I never had a brother."

   "Then why write about it?"

   "That's why, I couldn't?  Writeaboutit, I mean." I keep getting to the point where the character might do something, and I have no idea what to write next.  "Huh, there's well these guys at work.  We started writing these stories, to see who can come up with the sickest thing."

   "Well," she smirked, "That explains the ones about buttfucking, and rape. Does that turn you on to?"

   "No!  It's not for jerkin off, it's just for laughs." I guess.

   "Oh," she stood up, "So rape is a joke, huh?"

   I backed out of the shower, grabbed a towel.  "No?" I guess, when she puts it like that.

   "Huh!" she grabbed a towel to dry her hair first.  "Well, what about the momma story?"

   "What about it?"

   "That didn't turn you on?" I sat on the bed, shook my head.  "Well," she pulled the towel down, still standing, her chest right in front of my face, "It turned me on, so." I thought it was the hot water, but she was still flushed, "Huh, so, why don't we play a little game?"

   "What kind of game?" I was starting to swell again, never really had sex tonight, but it helped with shaving it.  I couldn't help but feel how strange, the hairless skin felt.  Pulling tight, between my hairy legs.

   She thought, grinned, and looked down.  "Momma's boy."

   "Okay?" She patted my head.

   "Good boy," caressed my cheek.  "You love me?" I nodded, "You love your momma?"

   "Yes?"

   "Huh!" She felt back through my hair, "How much?" I couldn't answer, with her breasts squeezed around my face, "Show me, show mommy how much you love her, Huhn!" Turning, so they boobed back and forth on my cheeks, slipping her nipples over my mouth, then back, brushing the one against my nose.  "Huh!  See how much mommy loves you?" She slapped my hands, "Bad boy! Sit on your hands!" I scooched them under my butt.  "You think I don't know about you playing with yourself, in the bathroom?  Hugging me to feel my tits on your face?  I don't feel you grabbing them, groping me for your goodnight kisses?"

   "I'm sorry," she looked down.  "Mommy." I looked down too.  Played ashamed, but it was beating my pulse against the fresh hairless tummy, like a little boy, being.  "Hhuh!" Molested, by his mommy.  I closed my eyes, the guys at the office would love this.  Who ever thought of a mother, molesting her boy.  "ooh!" she sat down, crossed her legs next to me.  "Looks like you're growing up." She felt it.  Didn't grip it, start jerking me off, I never imagined getting a handjob would be even as good as doing it myself, but ever since, she started thinking about it.  "Hhuh!" Just her damp, spongey fingertips, the foreskin rolled back, all on her own, and she rubbed the puffy wrinkles from the shower into the sensitive spot in front.

   "You still shooting blanks, little cowboy?" i shook my head, "Let me see, let me see you shot your little toy pistol." It didn't feel little.  She let go, pulled my hand out, "Go on, jerk off for mommy." My left hand, "Show me how much you love me.  Huh!" It felt weird, i remember.  Discovering my stiffy, playing with it in the bath, pulling back the foreskin to wash it, so it didn't get sick.

   "Uh!" And I'm not used to using my left, or sitting on my other hand, "Nhm!" She wasn't watching, she had her hand between her legs, squeezing it, still crossed, so i couldn't really see, "Huh!  Uh!" But I never seen her so excited, thinking about her filthy little boy.  "Nh!" i felt like a kid again, but not my momma.  i had a big sister, but sneaking over to her room, finding her brazziere.  Still warm, from just taking it off.  Felt the stubble I missed rubbing against the back of my thumb.  Like fresh hairs, just starting to pop out.

   "Uh!" I scooched, and my nutsack slipped on the covers.  I felt in, under my leg, brushed it with my fingertip.  Then deeper, scooting even further over to push in the button I found.  Under my balls, remembered the scrape of the razor in the shower.  "Uh!" It twitched, bulging in my hand, so I held the skin down.  Out of the way so the tip could flare with the thick column of baby butter, "Nkh!" Shoot up to hit me under my chin.  "Ngh!" I can't remember the last time it felt so intense.  Like the first time, the ivory soap my mother bought, burning in my pisshole, my sensitive little peer.  My peanuts, the first time they shot out.  Peanut butter, i didn't even know what it was for.

   "Dirty little boy!" she wiped it up, but I saw more shoot out on the back of her hand.  "Look at this mess!" She wiped it on my face.

   "Nh?" I turned away, so it splatted when she slapped me.  "What did I tell you about playing with yourself?" I put my hand up, but she grabbed my arm.  "Come here," she pulled me, "Get over my lap you sick little pervert!"

   She spanked me.  Not that hard, she really spent more time rubbing it in than anything, but I don't know why I started crying?  "Nh!" It didn't hurt. It surprised me, but' "Nh hin huh?"

   "Are you crying?" She sat me up, "Oh," she hugged me, "Baby." She laughed, her breast shaking on my arm.  "Go ahead and cry, baby!" She got up, "Stupid little crybaby!" Her bare ass, walking to the dresser.  "Well," she pulled out my underwear drawer, "If you're going to cry like a baby," pulled out a towel?  Looked like it, cut in a square with a hem along the bottom, "I guess I'll have to treat you like a baby!" She shook it, her breasts bouncing, and pulled some brass curtain pins from my valet?

   "Wh?" I shook my head, "When?" did she set this all up?  Like giant safety pins, only bent around to a double hook on the end,

   She laughed, "You think you're the only one with fantasies?  Lie back on the bed, baby." She changed me.  We're already naked, but she put my leg up, to pick my hip up, slide the diaper under one side.  Then the other, she pulled the corners up, and the flap up between them.  "There," she patted it.  Still a mess, from jerking off, she pulled the short end, also hemmed on the side to wipe my belly, and my face.  "Lie down for a nap," she tucked me in, turned down the light, and lifted the chimney to blow it out.  I heard her, moving in the dark.  I wasn't tired, at all, but.  Over by her dresser, and the closet.  Putting on clothes, i knew girls played dressup.  And dolls, house, mommy games.  So that was it, I was like her babydoll?  I wasn't really turned on by the whole diaper thing, like I said, it was just a story to try to shock the guys at work, but.  I could even get it up again, but now.

   I was getting into it.  I loved my wife, from the moment I met her at the fair.  Making love to her was great, but this, these games she wants to play now are so much fun, and last so much longer, I'm getting laid 2, or 3 times a night.

   And she gets so horny, so hot and smelly when I come home from work, wondering all day what kind of surprise she'll have waiting for me.

   CHK!  She held up a match, sideways to run back toward her fingers, up to light the wall lamp.  We have electricity, but it's an old house, Amish farmhouse once, until they moved even farther west, and I kind of like the simple woodwork, the sturdy construction, the quaint antique lights.  I kept them, when I wired the place, and put in phone lines, but she likes antiques, probably how she found the curtain pins, and as she turned up the wick on the lantern.

   She looked beautiful.  Her hair done up in an austere bun, as if under a wimple, in the dark, by feel at her vanity.  She usually dressed plain, but that looked like a Mennonite gown.  Buttoned up to the neck, covering her ankles, almost to the floor.  She turned, to show the spiral coil of braid on the back of her head, covered the mirror, and picked up a plain white cap of linen.

   "Where did you get a wimple?"

   "Prayer Bonnet," she tied it on.  "My teachers." Must have pulled it out of one of the linen chests.  "And you're supposed to be a baby?"

   "Right," I kicked off the quilt.  "Waaaah!" She rushed over, like a busybody.

   Smiling, "Ohhh!" she couldn't pick me up, but helped me sit, and held me to her rough nightshirt, and patted my back.  "Are you hungry?" i nodded, excited.  She looked around, as if afraid someone would see, but put me over her lap.  Sideways, unbuttoning the front, to expose the simplest, plainest brassiere I had ever seen.  I didn't know they made them, my wife likes pretty underwear, and I love to see her in them.  Buying them for her, and the dirty grin of glee when she unwraps it.  Coming upstairs to put them on, with the doors locked, the curtains drawn and pinned for fear of anyone seeing them.

   This was, somehow even sexier.  Because she was like a nun, the dirty little trill of a habit blowing up, and her gasp of shame trying to hide her bloomers from showing.  Not panties, undershorts.

   I'm not an ankle man, but back in the (Victorian) days a lady putting up her legs, in all those skirts, slips, and bloomers.  As opposed to a trenchcoat creeper flashing nudists, she slipped the strap off her shoulder, and held up my head to pull the side of the shift over it.

   IHh," i closed my eyes rooted it out by feel.

   I never really got the Puritan thing.  She showed up to the summer fair in tight cutoffs jeans with the legs rolled up to the tops of her thighs. I don't even know what a Bruderhof means, but she had a wild streak.  Why she left the church, and was dead to her family.  I mean Dead, they mourned her when she went out into the world.

   "Hh," and the mother thing.  Well, I guess that's her thing, sitting down I can imagine her an older girl, maybe like my sister, who I never got to do something so dirty with, or thought about until I got married, and our sex lives took all these new turns.  But this was her fantasy, I didn't so much write it for her as write it out at her dictation, then we fucked like we never had before.

   I guess that what repression does, makes you hide you perverts, their perverted fantasies, and because of her Puritan childhood, I had no way of knowing she was more perverted than me.

   And i drank, a lot.

   Today, it was hot, we had a cooler of ice water, and I was covered in teracotta grit from drill holes in brick walls to pull lines through.

   Trying to imagine what she had in store for me tonight.  Some fantasy of her meeting me at the door, in my favorite bra and panties, maybe spanking. Her, with a hairbrush, guys talk.  About our wives now, and we lie, but she spanked me.

   Called me baby like a schoolyard bully, i was at once so turned on, yet not even horny.  It wasn't that kind of, well sexy.  And it was so sexy, just holding her teat to my mouth, trying to suckle the way I imagine a boy would, but i had to pee.  And it was so intimate, I really didn't want to interrupt it for a break, and figure out how to get the diaper down, without getting too hard to, and search me why it took so long to realize what that means.

   I was wearing a diaper, that's what it's for.  "Hhhhhhhhh!" Like wetting the bed, I had forgotten.  Not waking up to the cold mess, but waking up, with a full bladder.  Having to go, maybe on a cool night, knowing it would get me in trouble, being teased for it by my sister, and yeah, getting hard like a shot, because of the full on sister fantasy now.  Try to think of a good one, for the next story.

   "There," she slipped the cup up over her wet nipple, and wiped my mouth. Shrugged under the strap, and put my head down on her lap.  She felt the warm damp terry, and the shamefull hardness in it.  "Ooh, it feels pretty full." She smiled down.  I don't know why I didn't even think.  That means she has to change me!

   i rolled off her lap, so she could get up, lean over to pull the side out, and unhook the curtain pin.  "Ooh, you're wet." She went back, to wet the washcloth.  Draped the towel end over her shoulder, after wiping the drool with it.  I gave it some wet sloppy pumps while she was at the sink, just to keep it hard, but even the piss.  The nasty piss, I slipped my wet hand out when she turned, and came back.  Unpinned the other side, washed, and dried me.  The wet terry on my throbbing stiffy.  Then the dry towel end.  Wrapping around, to pull the skin down.  Then the warm wetness.

   "Nh!" Tight in her grip.  Then turning it, twisting, and rolling it around on the hard head, like polishing a doorknob.  "Uhp!" Hold my breath, my eyes so tight tears squeezed out, it hurt, but I shot my second load of baby butter into the wet pissy washcloth.  "Huh!" gasp for breath, "Hh hH!" I tried to push her hands away, "Stop, uh!"

   "Got to make sure it's clean," but I hunched, gasping and grunting with the intense wet slimy friction, sucking the fresh piss smell into my nose until it finally went soft, and sucked back into the skin.  "Huh!  Fuck!" She grinned, leaning down to kiss me.  Deeply, her tongue snaking in to swab out my mouth.  So passionately, panting breathlessly, i don't know if it was her drool, or mine, running down my cheeks.

   i felt like i was falling asleep?  I don't know, I didn't pass out, or start crying tears of joy, but it welled up over the orgasmic after glow, and smothered me like a pillow.  She climbed on with me, held my head on her shoulder, and hugged me.  Caressing my face, the stubble grown from this morning telling me I'm a man.  Her husband, not the pubeless little boy she made me feel like.  "Hhhh!" Finally, I crawled out of it.  Like a cave or something, I could open my eyes, and felt like myself again.

   "God," that was the most incredible wonderful feeling I ever have, "I love you so much!" We kissed, it felt like forever, then we went down to heat up our dinner.

   ;

   "Sister" (B/s Mole Face Fant)

[   "Hh?"

   I felt his hand first.  Through the sheet, and my nightshirt, slipping up my thigh.  It was dark, I thought it might be a dream, forgot what I was actually dreaming, but I thought I could just fall back asleep.  But it, felt, I'm ticklish there.  I just found out, was it yesterday?  I don't know, but his fingers found the inside of my thighs, and finally I had to stop him so I could breathe.  I couldn't even laugh, just try to gasp, breathlessly with my mouth wide open.

   This, didn't tickle, at all.  It felt nice, so I just kept breathing.  As if asleep, maybe I'd slip back off to dreamland, or not, but he wouldn't stop.  Like he had before, when I caught him touching me in bed.  He stopped when I woke up, but I pretended to still be asleep tonight, because I didn't want him to stop.  I liked it too much tonight.  "Hhhhhh!" Just breathe, and feel the nice pleasure of the light warm smooth cotton on my hairless legs.  Slipping up.  "Hh?" I snorted, caught my breath, smacked my lips dreamily, and pretended to fall back asleep.

   I couldn't, my heart was beating too fast, because he touched my underpants.  Through my nighty, and the sheet, but there was such a shock of pleasure, it beat his feeling my thighs by a million!  It was getting hard not to gasp, and pant shallow.  Deep slow even breaths, anticipating him getting braver, thinking I'd gone back asleep, and touching me again. He didn't, not down there right away, but his fingers shook at the top of the covers.

   .  "Hhhhhh!" The sheet slipped down, the growing bumps on my chest, tiny but they felt like they ballooned overnight.  So full they stretched my teats, the front of my nightshirt, and I didn't like it.  The first time he grabbed one, it woke me up, and I smacked his hand away.  Then last night, I remember him bumping them, them hitting his arm when he was tickling me, mercilessly, struggling, and laughing, but now.  I wanted him to touch them again.  Both of them, his hands on them, squeezing them till they popped.

   "HhhhHhH!" Deep slow breath, but he stopped pulling the sheet down, and his fingers touched my legs again.  It almost tickled, and I felt the hair on his knuckles brush the goosebumps on my legs.  Why did I have goosebumps? I wasn't cold, not at all, but the night air felt cool, and I shivered when he lifted the skirt of my nighty, over my bare legs, and my underpants felt so sweaty.  "HhHhH!"

   And I heard, the strangest sound, like clapping, but I couldn't see.  I opened my eyes, but it was too dark, I just hurt the soft muffled pats over me, and off the the side.  Standing next to my bed,

   Pat Pat Pat...

   Rythmic as a heartbeat, but mine was running a mile a minute, beating out of my chest, I thought for sure he could hear it, but I guess whatever he was doing was louder.  'uh!' Just a kind of grunt?  I couldn't hear him breathe either, but was he holding his breath?  "HhHhh, h, h!" Now, I felt feverish, but he felt around first.  In the dark, but he found my underpants.  Gently brush them down with his fingetrips, bending down the short new little curls that had started sprouting up, ever since I got a visit from my friend.

   The monthly visit, but she came with all these strange, and wonderful new feelings, and changes, as I started to become a woman.  Soon, I would find a man to make me a woman, I knew it couldn't be him.  It was sinful, he's my brother, so we can't marry, so he can make me a woman.  Redeem me in the eyes of the Lord, from the sin of Eve, and give me children of my own.  I hadn't met him yet, but still almost dreaming, I imagined him like my brother.

   pat pat patpat PatPatPat!  "Huh!"

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-_/Loud this time, because his fingers slipped in, between my thighs, and pressed the dry cotton of my underpants into my dirtiest place.  Where the blood comes from, the well of sin, and now his breath was loud.  Ragged, I felt more patting.  On my belly, and the nightshirt over my breathing chest.  I wasn't even trying any more, couldn't stop gasping and panting, "Huh, hH!  Huh, hH!  Huh, hH?"

   "Uh!" he slipped his fingers out, and I fell away.  As if into warm water, being Baptized, I even felt something hot, and wet on my face.  "Huh!" He pulled the sheet back up, but I pulled the nighty back down.  It clung wetly, the cotton stuck to the linen in spots, but I slipped my hand out.  To wipe my face, it must have dripped from his nose, I thought it was snot.

   I wiped it on my pillow, and turned over.  To face the wall, I crossed my legs, and curled up, pulling the sheet tight.  Still shivering, I didn't dare touch myself.  Much as I wanted to, bad enough I let him, and as much as I knew it was the worst most sinful thing I ever did, I dreamed of hell.

   I covered my chest, felt them, finally hands on them.  Sinful hands, groping, and molesting me as the fires licked higher up my legs, between my thighs, burning my bottom, and the sinful place between until I smelt the hairs singe, and burn off.  Nightmares, the torment in store for him, for touching me like that.  Knowing I would burn with him, and shamefully hoping he'd do it again, and again.  He closed the door quietly, sneaking back out as he had snuck in, but I heard it.  "Huh!" Finally, I drifted back off to sleep...]



   Brother Love {Bc Nepi Mole Bukk Mnem.  c Colo Bath Todd !st...: Basically a rewrite, I'm not even going to hint at who's writing it for whom.}

   ["Hh?" I felt it, looked up, then blinked as another hit my eye.  I turned away, but it kept spitting in my face.  Loel, he grunted again, but it patted again on the pillow next to my head.  "Uhn!" This time I licked my lips.  Tasted it again.  Thick, and gluey like paper matche' paste when I helped him with his volcano.  Then it dribbled hot and wet on my chest, another shot over to my arm.  Then dribble on the other shoulder.

   For the longest time, I thought it was a dream.  His fingers slipped out of my underpants, and he left.  I heard he shower running, wiped my eyes fist, and "SmcSmq!" sucked it off of my fingers.  Tried to catch the stuff on my arm, but it dripped down so to catch it with my tongue, and lick it up.  "HhH!" felt over my chest, diagonal to pinch, then roll along the wet trail with my finger, and thumb.  "SmMqhH!"

   I slipped my dry hand in my underpants, tried to touch myself like he did.  "hH!" shivered, but felt feverish.  On top of the sheets, just my underpants, where else did it hit?  I just felt across my wet chest, up, and down my tummy.  "Hmh!"

   Burning up now, and panting.

   He went out the other door, to the hall, our bathroom door was locked, so I ran quick in there, and slipped those off too.  I remember him, like a dream, or half awake.  Pretending to snore, so he gets up in the middle of the night.  "Klooh!" I grabbed the stopper, and stuck it in the drain before it really ran out, much.  Slipped in, still very warm, and lay down with my knees up on the sides, touching myself the whole time.  Felt it soak through my hair to the scalp, and fresh gooseflesh ripple down the chest and belly still exposed to the morning air.  'hhHHH!" Sweat pop out on my brow, even my breath blow out over my chest.

   'niH!" Goosed myself, "Hihin!" it didn't tickle, but the clean hot water, 'snnnnnH!" Fresh lather from the soap still in the air, wrinsing my dirtiest spot.  "I think i felt, a little in there, relaxing, then pushing to force it out.  Feel it, peeing, but not in the water at all.  Had to
hold my fingertips up, into the stream to feel it moving through the water. 'haHHH!"

   Next time I'll do it.  Pretend to snore until I hear him, hold his breath to grunt, and reach up to feel it.  Cantilevered over me, bulging, and twitching.  The thick spurts pissing out, but not like pee.  Not at all. Pull it down, and sit up, or at least turn, and pick up my head enough to kiss it.  Feel it squirt in my mouth.  Taste it fresh, tingling like unreddened blood in a scrape.  Suck my thumb, the whole thing, but pull it out to nibble the tip, to peel the scab off, pinching it with my front teeth.  "Hh!" Suckling it, I bet his milk is tangy like that.

   Not like pee at all, since potty training.  "Hh!" I miss diapers, not having to hold it, and get to a potty in time.

   'spq?  Hah!" I felt it, the first time that, with through my steeping privates, that bubble in my butt, squeezing out 'poOl.:9!' to roll up between my legs, and that rushing gush straight through me like a wet burp. But "HUHHHHH!" Just air came out, and I gasped for another breath.  My knee fell over, and the other slid down to splash sideways, my hip slipping across the bottom, and the water squirting between my back, and the warmed porceline coated cast iron of the other side.  Pattering down over my ribs, squeezing my fingers between my legs so tight, I can feel my heart beating in them.  So fast, then slowing down, the wave rocking back and forth between my chest, and the side.

   "AGHGHGHGHGHL!" it bubbled, then I had to turn to get my face out of the water, gasping, and panting for hot steamy soapy tasting breath.  "SPbPbPbP!" Sputtering bubbles from my mouth, and "NCH!" sneezing the water out of my nose.

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   Hubby {FM AgeR, Feet, Spou, Abus, BWMC.  That's Bed/Brain Wet/Washing, Mind Control.}

   She picked me up from the hospital the next morning.  Neither of us had to say anything about skipping church, we just silently agreed to it.  "Hm." She nodded, and I winced, pulling the lap belt.  "Here," she helped me, Clic't!  "How you feeling?" she rubbed my thigh.

   "A little," beat up?  "Better," I guessed.  "My head is killing me.  Don't even look at a mirror, remember her draping the diaper over the mirror, rinsed and wrung out in the toilet to dry.  "HhnN!" Hold my head, "They put me in a diaper." She laughed for me, it didn't hurt as much.

   She didn't have mirrors growing up.  Vanity, She picked up Her's antiquing.  Not to call her vain, that's just what her family would think. She is beautiful, I never saw her before she got out.  I guess i did, from the road, with the rest of the children, walking double file from the school to the church, or back, but you couldn't even tell them apart from the road, driving by.  Heads down, hands held together, some of the boys looked up, or got out of line, only for one of the Teachers to clear their throat.  "Uh!" Hit a bump.

   "What!"

   "Try not to shake the car?"

   "I'll try," she laughed, "But I can't speak for the street.  I looked over the hood, so I could at least see them coming, before she lurched around a pothole.

   I just told her, what I told the doctor, nurses, sheriff, and probably the boys at work, tomorrow.  "I'll heal."

   "You always were tough." She nodded.  "I don't know what came over me, but I flashed back."

   "To what?"

   "HhhhhhhhH!" She took another breath, shaking her head hard enough to shake the wheel.  "I.  Ngh!" She cried, driving.  One handed long enough to wipe the tears away and sniff.  "Ngh!  When I got out, after that night at the fair.  Well, I didn't know you were the one." We just kissed, held hands.  And eachother, I felt her body pretty good with mine, but it was years ago, she was much skinnier, and I was in much better shape.  So, huh! I flirted with a guy."

   "Who?" Probably knew him.

   "Another man." Well we're teenagers, but.

   "Okay?"

   "It's not like," she looked over, with wet eyes, "I cheated on you, but." Back at the road.  "He wasn't like you hoo who!" Sobbing, she just held the wheel, her arms shaking.  "HhhHuhuhH!" Ragged breath.  "I got drunk, and he.  He," lowered to a whisper, 'he, Hhurt.  Mhmhmhmhm!"

   I wondered why she wasn't a virgin.  The first time, i kissed her that deeply.  I felt the scar with my tongue.

   "He," I closed my eyes.  "He raped you."

   I didn't believe him.  Scott White, when I get better, I'm going to get some time off, save up enough to drive back there, with a pickaxe handle, wrapped in barbed wire, soaked in gasoline, and lit on fire.  "Was it Schott!" Unclench my teeth, and let my lips relax enough to close them.

   "I wrote something,"

   "I wrote a lot." she swallowed, and nodded, "And thought of so many more." she looked, "But I warn you, they're getting pretty scary."

   "More like horror?"

   'nitemares!' I gasped, from the way I said it, and felt a twinge from my bruised ribs.

   She got me home, put me to bed.  "Where's the," I looked around, and closed my eyes.  'diapers?'

   "Want me to tuck you in?"

   'yes,' I nodded, 'mommy.'

   She felt, through the covers.  "It feels pretty full," slipped her hand down my leg.  Walking down, and around the end of the bed.  "I better change you."

   She unlaced my boot, wiggled it off my foot, and slipped it off for the sweat to cool.  "Gootchie gootchie, goo!" It's a good thing, I'm not ticklish, because it still hurts to giggle, or "HUH!" Gasp too hard when she runs her pinky nail up the bottom.  "This liddle piddie,' she wiggled mine, "Went to market.  This widdew piddy stayed home.  This widdow piddy had roast beef, and this widdow piddy stayed home.  and This." She pulled it out, to the side.  In the middle, she leaned in.  On her knees on the floor.  "Huh!" her favorite widdow piddie, she kissed it.  Sucked it, and licked the bottom with her tongue so gently i could feel the taste buds grit on the thumbrints." 'nhhh!  Smwq!"

   "All ouwda piddies,' she stood back up, and held my other boot by the cap toe.  Picking out the laces, and pulling the loop from the knot.  "Little pigs, little pigs, Let," she tapped the toe, "Me," knocked "In!" with her knuckles.  Then gripped the heel, and "hh!" Pulled it out to stop on her hip.

   "Not by the hair of our chinny chin shin?"

   "Then I'll huff," the sock slipped off, "and," she slipped her fingers between my toes, "Puff.  Phfwewwwwwh!" I shivered a little, "and blow," she held out my big toe." "yWhowl hwSS!"

   I jumped when she bit it.  Not hard, just pinched it with her teeth, but the felt sharp in the rincle under it, then she scraped the nail so it bent over the top.  "Pb!"

   I had my pants open, so she just had to pull the bottoms.  Folded it under, so the keys and wallet were wrapped up in the legs, and set them on the dresser.

   "Hhhhhhh!" I closed my eyes, relaxed, and felt the wetness soak through the front of my briefs into my hands.  Pinched it to stop, want to save some for the diaper, but I got hard enough that i didn't have to hold it.

   She shooked it out, turned to slide the underwear drawer shut with her hip, holding the pins with her lips.

   I held my legs up, together so she could slip my half wet undiepants up and down my legs, lift my feet, and slip them off.

   "...blow your house in."

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Curiosity {MF Bi Rim/Peg}

   "Honey," I didn't know how to say this, but: "Are you turning gay?"  I can't stand the idea of seeing her, with another man...

   "What?" she laughed, "Whatever gave you such an idea?"

   "Huh," here goes, "Well, I didn't mean to pry, but, I noticed how your, sexuality has gotten lately, and I.  Well, I found some things, you'd hidden."

   "No," she kissed my chest, "I'm not turning bi."

   "Well, I saw the, video you had."

   "You watched it?"

   "No, but Strapon Sluts?" IV!  Not to mention, you know, the strapon.  And an extra large bottle of lube.

   She got up, naked, and I still can't even get used to how beautiful she looks.  Even after 2 kids, and 15 years, she bent shamelessly over in the back of her closet, pulled out her shoes, and lifted open the trunk she had under them.  "Well, I was afraid our son had gotten in here, so that's a relief."

   She stood up, turned around, her full breast swinging with the movement, and walked to our TV.  "Hh, If you had, you would have seen where the tape was, run back to my favorite part.  But like you said, you didn't mean to pry."

   A 3some, like I saw on the jacket, but she immediately pulled out behind her.  Up on his penis, for double penetration, I saw that position on the cover as well, but then the scene changed, or there was a jump cut.  He bent over, 69 with the girl, then I saw her hand.  Wearing a black glove, but greasy.  Feeling his ass, wiping the lube in the crack, then her other hand.  Holding up the thick plastic dildo, and rolling on a rubber.  "Hh?"

   "I don't want to fuck another woman." I turned away, but she kissed my cheek.  Whispered in my ear, 'I want to fuck you, I just didn't know how to ask.' When we met, she couldn't even say 'poop' without giggling, but honestly, I don't know what's gotten into her lately.

   "So, you haven't been, fucking, anyone else?" It looked like it had been used.

   "No, huh!  I know," she felt my satisfied penis, "You've been having a little trouble lately, but I can also strap it onto something, like the Bannister.  I haven't even, looked for anyone else.  I love You," she kissed me, "And only you, but since, you've been getting older..."

   "Well," I could barely watch, "I don't know if I could, go through with, something like that."

   "It doesn't hurt." she shook his head.

   "You tried it?"

   "In my ass?" I winced, "Yeah, I love it, and I can finger myself that way, when I can't with it in my cunt."

   She sure was talking dirtier lately too, but despite myself, I felt it starting to bulge in her stroking hand.  "Let me run it back, you want to try that?  Double penetration, with my plastic lover first?"

   "Well," that did look, kind of sexy.  "Do you think you could, find another woman, for a threesome?"

   "Tell you what, I'll start looking, and you can start letting me loosen you up." She goosed down, "Back here, deal?" I closed my eyes, swallowed and nodded.  "Good," she kissed my nipple, sucked it hard, and ran her hand up my thigh.  "Smp!  Here," she pulled, "Put your leg up."

   "Okay?" she slapped my buttock.  "Uh!"

   She got up, "I'll get the lube."

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   Femdom {Well, F/M Mari Dom Toys, Rim/Peg, Porn...}

   Well, that worked!  I thought about it, and the last thing I wanted was for him to find my pictures.  It was a big risk, even taking them, but you can't get porn like that.  Not just childporn, but crossdressing transexual childporn, with my daughter.  Not that I would, ever abuse her, but watching her with her boyfriend.  I was so proud, I just had to take a few momentos.  But I know my husband, have since he was 6, and we started kissing in grade school.  Now he's pushing 30, he's not even getting close to midlife impotence issues, but.  I have to admit, it was getting a little boring in the sack, and it's not fair to him.  Thinking about little boys to get any pleasure out of it, since he's grown.  The main thing is, I know he'd never be able to pull out the strapon, half a bottle of lube, bisexual pegging video, and dildo to find the false bottom, and incredibly illegal pictures underneath.

   "Here," I handed him a glove, "Put this on," and uncapped the Astroglide. (There's better ones on the market, now, but this was a while ago.)

   I lay down, sideways, my top leg up to open my asshole as much as I could and took his hand.  Kissing the glove, sucking his fingers.  "Get it good and wet first." I added a little lube, then felt back to wet my crack some too.  "Sit up, so you can see what you're doing." He turned around on the bed, "Hm," and felt my thigh.  My buttock pulled tight with his greasy gloved hand.  "Hh, take it slow, don't try to stick it in right away, just. Nm, huh!  Just get it wet, and spread it around.  Yeah," my pucker kissed at his fingertips, "That's good." Hopefully he'd get it hard, before we worked up to the toy.  Smaller than him, the smallest one I could find, and I even had to fix the harness to make it fit.  but "Hm.  That's good." He knew, how to get me wet with his mouth, and finger me to loosen me up.  Since he'd grown, even 2 kids don't really loosen you up, like you may have heard.  For a few hours, but it's elastic, and it snaps back, even after pushing out a human being.  Just like lube, yes a woman moisturizes, naturally when we start getting horny, but that doesn't mean don't use lube. I've been secretly moistening myself for him for years, knowing he'd take it personally, think he wasn't getting me wet enough, which isn't the point.  There is no wet enough, too much lube doesn't exist.  But for this, "Hm, try to work your pinky in, a little." Why didn't I think of this before?  "NH!" I clenched reflexively.  "Huh, stop, that's enough, just.  hn, wiggle it around al little, hah!  Yeanh NGH!"

   I just put my head down, but what better way to teach your husband about lube?  He was learning, hurting me a little, but it was his first time, and he was learning.  Slowly, don't rush it, 'hah!' breathe, relax, don't tense. Here comes a knuckle, "Grn!" Push him out, or try so that the tight muscle rolls out, and wraps around.  "Ngh!" Nod, but I can't talk now, just grunt, and try to breathe.

   Girls, ladies.  Try this, if your man has any interest in anal, it's a great way to teach him about lube.  Once he learns this, he'll be much better at doing it the normal way, getting you good and ready to fuck, and a lot more patient about getting you there.  Just like I taught him to take it slow, get me off first so he doesn't have to after he's gotten his.  Or finish my self off while he's washing up in the bath.

   "Huh!  I yeah.  I have another hole, you, noh?" And he's got more fingers, I was ready, and he started rubbing 2 around the opening to that. "Lube, more lube."

   "Okay," I heard the cap snap.

   "Guh!" He popped out, and I hunched, sucking in a gasp before I could catch my breath.

   "Wow," he laughed, "You really like it."

   I turned, put my head up on my hand.  "You're next." I nodded diagonally. "This is just the first step, but I ment it.  We're not fucking another woman until I fuck you."

   "I was kind of joking about that."

   "I'm not.  Seriously, I can find other lovers, other men who'll let me fuck them.  You know that, but I love you, I want you, and I can give you this.  Please you in ways you never imagined if you let me.  Love is a 2 way street, but." My eyes closed, "MNH!" And I bit my lip.  Turned, and let my arm fall, my face drop in the pillow.  Pulled it up into my neck to cradle it.  "Hh, gently, go slow." But he had his fingertips in, and his pinky running laps around my hot sensitive pucker.  It's getting more and more sensitive.  He's finding that the 2 fingers help stretch it out sideways too, so it, "Nyeah!" slips in easily this time.  "HHHHHM!" I moaned into the pillow.

   "Two in the pink, one in the stink." he chuckled.

   "Huh, hushuh!" He rocked, back and forth so his pinky pulled out while his fingertips pushed in, and it drove me bananas!  "Yhyeh yeah yeheyeyeyeyeah!" He started shaking it, which just wiggled all three in deeper until he could "Pinch it shHEAUW!"

   It burst, like a bucket of water thrown over me, and I clutched desperately at his probing fingers in spasms.  "Huh hihn hih yih!" I squirmed, twisting to grab his wrist and pull him out.  "AUH!" I just fell over, stretching out, and held my head up to pant until the twitching,
shaking, and shivering stopped.  "Hhhhhhh!" I put my hands up, and pulled my hair back to let my head down, and breathe.  He just rubbed my bottom, my back, and my thighs, until I calmed down.

   "Yeah, huhuhah.  Okay, fine, let me try that."

   "Hh, huh huhh!" I got up.  "All right, get on the bed."

   I thought about this, I thought about everything I could think of but for this.  No lube, no toys, just my mouth, and my husband's ass.  Honestly, there's no better tool.  I said I wanted to fuck him, and I'd get to that, but really the movie, lube, dildo, and box were a hiding place for my most shameful momentos.

   And it wasn't about my tongue, licking an ass.  It was about my husband, giving him this, finally bringing him into my world.  Honestly, he's still a prude, and I have no one to blame but myself, but this is about love.  I sheltered him, to hide how sick I really was.  I was done hiding.

   And he loved it.

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   Bottom {Mf Rimj Tits Dom.}

   "Uh!" I finally got off.  And then, I could open my eyes, tuning around to curl up on the bed, panting, still feeling, the most indescribable satisfaction of my life, and blink.  At the window, the spreading band of bluish white above the roof across the street.  "Oh my god," I sat up, and spasmed a little.  Wetly, in my completely eaten out ass, "It's morning?"

   "Sorry," she wiped her mouth and laughed, "I guess I lost track of time." Well, yes, but.  No, that still doesn't add up.  We had just went to bed, made love, talked for a while, watched a movie, and I have never seen her so completely satisfied so quickly.  That 2 in the pink, one in the stink thing, I heard about it, joked and laughed at work, but it didn't even take but a couple minutes.  It took her longer to catch her breath enough to talk.  That's why I finally gave in, and let her try it, but I checked the clock, twice.

[5:38]

   Even if it was after midnight when she started.  She literally ate my ass for hours.  I never understood, nor even thought to wonder.  What it's like, being multiorgasmic, taking hours, and several fuckings to satisfy her.  But I lost hours, and it was the most indescribable feeling of my
whole life.  It still is.

   "You have to go to work today?"

   "I've never missed a day in my life," but I can't seriously consider, going into work today.  What if it leaks out, do I even want to sit in the car?  "Huh!" Shake my head, "Hand me the phone."

   "I need a shower."

   "I need a bath."

   "I'll wait until you fill the tub," she slapped my leg, and got up to put everything away.  "Huh!" I just lay back a minute, closed my eyes, I think I passed out.

   First, she bent me over.  I was hard again, so she milked it, like a cow, but the moment her mouth slipped between my cheeks.  It went soft, and I didn't care.  She let go, ran her hands up the backs of my legs, and pulled my cheeks apart.  "SPH!" It made me tense, but then that made it quiver on the tip of her tongue, and she laved me, well it felt like a long time before I got tired.  My back started to ache so I layed down.  "Here," she put my legs up, and helped pull me to the end of my bed.  I couldn't get over the fact that she was really doing something, so disgusting, but it felt so good I couldn't keep my eyes open.  But, for hours?  At least 4 hours, the tape ran out, and it was a 4 hour tape.  She started it over, I heard the whole thing, but it ran out.  She kept going.

   And she didn't just lick it, she shook her face so her cheeks slapped between mine, groped, and rubbed them like breasts, lapped up to my balls, and rubbed my wet spot with her fingers.  She didn't fuck me, didn't even push her pinky in.  I would have let her, I almost wanted her to, but she lapped back down, and her chin dug in first.  Oh got that felt incredible, and I could feel the soaked hairs, slipping down with it.  Even that felt incredible, and I felt so hot.  So literally hot, like I'd been paddled, but inside.  Or inside the outside, she could barley get the tip of her tongue in it was so short, and soft, but I felt the soft donut of my asshole, spasming, and my heart beat inside.  In several places, in time to the pounding in my ears.

   I could barely move, just breathe in pants, gasps, and moans.  It wasn't like being paralyzed, but just too weak.  Too heavy, like the air was thick as warm water, but I didn't drown.  I could breathe, about all I could do was breathe.  I couldn't hold my legs any more, they started slipping and I let go, even knowing that would mean she had to stop.  But I just couldn't hold them any longer.  The tape stopped, I remember hearing it rewind, and she let me catch my breath.  Got up to turn off the TV, the VCR, but.  Finally I could move.  She helped me up, on my knees.  I almost bent over again, the wrong way, but she held me up.  "Here," she lay down, "Try sitting on my face." I like that, but she pushed me off, and grabbed a pillow to stuff under her neck.  Then she grabbed my hips, pulled me back so my ass split, and kissed me again.  I had to hold myself up, with my hands on her knees.  My penis hung limp until I opened my eyes.  Felt it drape on her chest.  Squeezed between my knees, wet and shiny from all the slobber that ran down, I got hard again.  Gripped them, held them and slipped them around my cock until the cold spittle warmed up with friction.

   That's how I finally got off.  It splashed out over her tummy, and thighs, clung to her pubic hairs, and finally I realized how late it was. How early, it lasted so long it was my first one of the day, not the second of the night.

   "Huh?"

   "Well," she rubbed my chest, "At least the hot water's back up." I turned, blinked.

[8:07]

   She turned me back, kissed me.  "Good morning."

   "Yeah."

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 The Other Woman {Troi Mari Cont.}

   "Ngn!" He gulped, and fell down.  Flat on the bed, panting, which pulled it out.  I went down, moving to insert it back in him, but his wife stopped me.  "No, he's done.  Just give him a minute." She pulled out the strap, and buckle on my hip.  I slid the other one down my thigh, and put my leg up to slip it off my foot.  It was dirty.  "Here,S' rubbed his buttocks, and thighs, "Do his back."

   "Hh, I've never been with, a man like this before." Nice strong muscular back.  "My husband, is selfish.  He gets off, and, he's brought me to climax, maybe twice.  He's gone down on me, or tried to but, huh!" It wasn't like that, "I don't think he cares, about my pleasure.  It was just to get him wet, or so I'd suck him off."

   "You don't like that?"

   "Oh," I shook my head, "I do, or I did, with your husband." I ment it, he's got a beautiful dick.  I never thought I'd say that.

   "And the anal?"

   "That hurts," I hate it.  Can't believe he loves it so much.  Why, when she said I could fuck her husband, "I never imagined, fucking a man like that."

   "Did you like it?"

   "Mh?" I shrugged, "It was all right." He can eat me out any day, and my husband can go fuck himself.  "But, I'm still not sure about, being fucked. Like that."

   "Well," she came around, still naked, a fresh rubber slipped onto her skinny litle dildo.  "There's one way to find out.  "What d'you say honey, you think you'll be ready, once I loosten her up?"

   "Uh huh?" he sat up, already getting hard again.  "Can you hand me another rubber?"

   "Here," she rubbed my arm, "Lie down, relax.  It shouldn't hurt, your husband was just doing it wrong." I lay down, she put a pillow under my head, and bunched it around my neck.  I closed my eyes.  "Good, just relax..." They both lifted my legs, and held them up.  "This won't hurt a bit," she promised.

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Re: The Willing
« Reply #8 on: September 29, 2017, 12:13:42 PM »
[Arden (m/f Tran)

   Merwin, "Huh!" splitting behind the forge.  Coal forge, but they use wood to get it going.  Hot summer day, so he stripped down to the breeches, and put on his hat.  Before stepping out, under the light of day, the eyes of God, carrying the ax choked up by the broad head, and setting a log on the stump.

   "Huh!" I looked down, feeling the hot sun on the front of my dress.  The flat front, like an apron, and the tight plaits under my prayer bonnet.

   Man's work, he's not a man, yet.  Come Rumspringe, he will be.  16, old enough to be baptized, or not.  "Huh!" I have friends, modern friends, out in the world.  We're not Amish, we have radios, and a television, even a pickup truck, we run a farm.  Horses too, but they come to see us, and our ways.  I have been out there, and seen their ways.

   Our community is more like a museum, than a cult.  Some would call it a cult, but that's what Rumspringe is all about.  So we can go out, into the world, see what they have, how they live, not just in movies, and commercials, so we can make a choice.  To come back, live simply, reverently, or stay out there.  In sin.

   I suppose it is a little sinful, watching him work, but then he sat on the stump.  Gripping the splits he made to tap out planks.  Pry one off, and split off a stick.  Kindling, on the side of the quarter, then more until he had a handful.  A faggot, that's what it means.  I know what my worldly freinds mean, when they say it, but he carried them back in, took off his hat under the eaves, and wiped his face with his shirt, first.

   Then, his father had the kindling set up, in the forge.  It was a warm morning, it would only get hotter, but he was not done.  Merwin, bent over the crank, to spin the blower, and pump air over the tinder.  The kindling, and wood, then coal his father carefuly placed around it.

   I spat in my hands, and rubbed them together.  As I had seen him do, I suppose so the worn smooth wooden handle doesn't slip, and picked it up.  Set the half on the stump, and hoisted the heavy blade over my head.  "Hup!"

   It was just a half, but the ax stopped.  I had to twist it, so the half stood up on a corner, and try to finish the split.

   It's hard work, man's work, but I don't care.  Dare I say it, God does not care, if a girl splits wood.  Nowere in there does it say that a woman must cook, and sew, a man split, and hammer iron.  I read it, all of it, my favorite book, and it just does not say that there.

   He did not finish.  "Nh!" There, it split.  I'm not as strong, as him, as Merwin.  "Huh!" I'm only twelve, and he has a couple years on me.  Rumspringe for him, but.  I'm not going to grow any, sitting, and pulling a thread.  Any more callouses than between my finger and thumb, or the rough line inside my knuckle from the back of the Kochsmesser.

   We're not Amish, we're Hutterites, and keepers of the old ways.  It's a simple life but it can be a dull one, I'm just sick of sewing.  I don't know if I even want to be, any more, if it means spending the rest of my life pulling thread, I'd even go so far as to say I hate it.

   However, there is nothing to say in the Bible that a woman has to make cheese.  Card, spin, and weave wool, or sew linen into quilts.  I don't want to milk cows for the rest of my life either.  Nothing to say I can't, split wood, or even swing a hammer.

   Merwin doesn't like it, the hot forge, nor the work.  See the use in shoeing horses, when they just keep the grass low in the feild, and someone has to carry on the tradition.  The ferrier will need an apprentice some day, soon.  Merwin told me, he doesn't trust anyone else, but we talked about it.

   "I don't want to stay." He's almost old enough, to leave.  If he can find a worldy family to take him in, and learn to live their ways.

   I'm not so sure, it depends on the Ferrier.  He's going to need someone, to take over.  Some day.

   Nothing to say it couldn't be me.

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   Merwin (fm NS)

   "Ooch." Checked her hands, "Blisters." She cut a lot of wood.  In her dress, blouse, and prayerbonnet, didn't remove a stitch, but I pulled a needle out, and sat with her.  On the bench out front, the schoolbus left. English school, come to stare at the Hutterites, buy some old world style bread, and cheese.  Puzzles made out of iron, and horse shoes.

   I make horse shoes, for tourists.  I believe she's sweet on me, but I'll be gone soon.  She knows that.

   "Mh!" She nodded, but I lanced the blister in her palm, and rubbed some lanolin in it.

   "You think your da would take me, as apprentice?"

   "Sorry, what?" She looked up at me.  I shook my head, "Well, I could ask him, but.  I don't know, if he would teach a girl.  So young." She's only 12, and comely enough, for a 12 year old, but, "You want to be a ferrier?" She nodded, "Why?"

   "He started teaching you when you're younger."

   "Yes, but I am his son.  It's how they did it in my family.  You know that.  My father is slow." Sorry, for the worldly people reading this, that means Conservative.  For Hutterites.

   "Yes, however, you know how you are not planning to come back, from Rumspringe?"

   "I'm not leaving.  It doesn't work like that.  Like the Amish on those TV shows.  We don't go out and party, do drugs, and have premarital sex, we just." Amazing that I even have to explain this to a good Christian girl, but you know how worldly things have a way of getting in, and distracting you?  I thought that's all this was.  "Find a wife, or a family.  On the outside world." We have sattelite.  We're not prisoners here, I can borrow the truck any time, in fact I do on the weekends, to pick up things from town.  I do not believe that The Learning Channel really teaches, anyone our ways, very accurately.

   "Nhm."

   "What?" She started to cry, "What is it?"

   "Well if you don't go.  Why, then, he will not need another apprentice."

   "I do not think he would teach you, even when you are older."

   "Why not?"

   "Because you're a girl." She just cried harder, so I knew not what else to do.  But to hold her, until she felt better.

   "What if I wasn't?  What if I was a young man?"

   "Uh?" I shook my head again, "But you can not.  Just, be a man like that."

   "I know, it is forbidden."

   "No," she always was different.  "I mean, you can't.  It's impossible."

   "No it's not.  They have these new things, sex changes?"

   I gasped, looked around.  Fortunately the forge is far from the other buildings, except the stables, but just to be seen, with a 12 year old, talking about sex.  She just kept crying, quietly.  I shouldn't have started it, but in my defense I was trying to talk about not having sex,
before we're married.  Not her, and I, I mean Christians in general.  We do not do that, it's not our way.  So, I just held her, to make her feel better, until it stopped.

   "I swear, I'll get stronger.  Tell him, I am not weak for a girl.  Soon I will be strong enough to lift the hammer, and turn the blower.  You will tell him, won't you?"

   "I will try," I promised, "But I do not think he will agree to it.  I'm not as slow as him, you know that, but.  I don't know about this." Sex, "Change that you want.  To go through, I do not think it would be right, by God."

   "I don't care!" she ran off.

   "Huh!" I shook my head.  Thought she was just a tomboy, but.  I had not seen, that show.  Commercials for it, Jazzy her name is.  She was a boy, and now she lives as a girl, out in the world.  I don't know what to think, nor how to feel about it, but she is my friend, and I care about her.  Even as close to blasphemy as she got, it pains me to see her hurt so, and while I suppose you could say she always had a rebelious streak, one might even go so far as to call her a tomboy, I had no idea.

   I can be sure my father would not, understand.  I do not know if even I can, but I will try.

   Better head, home, though.

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   Arden (fm...)

   "Welp," he came to my house, "I talked to pa."

   "And?" I was so excited.

   "Well, he said, well first he told me of this woman.  He knew back in Virginia?" He is from there, his father is.  He moved here, to find a wife, our communities do this to exchange the blood.  For centuries, enough generations in one place, and eventually we are all related.  So, it thins the blood, and though Rumspringe sometimes ends up with people leaving, rarely do we get new blood in, from out in the world.  So, we move, to different communities.  "She was a ferrier, well her family had horses, a stable, and she shoed them.  So, he agreed, a woman can be a ferrier, and, he says he can take you on, as apprentice."

   "Truly!?" I was so happy, I hugged him.

   "Now, it's hard work, but I don't mind having less of it, for what you do."

   "There really is a female ferrier?"

   "Many, I suppose." I followed him, back on toward the stable, and the forge.  "He courted her, told me that's how he learned the trade.  She taught him, but her father did not want her to leave.  His farm, to join the church, so he came here, and married my mother."

   "Oh, how fortunate!"

   "Yes, I never imagined, but." He stopped, looked around.  "You would not mind if, we talk a little bit?" Took off his hat, and held it.  I looked up, under the trees, you could see some clear sky, and morning light through the leaves, but I suppose it was all right.

   "What about?"

   "Huh, I don't know." He turned it.  His hat, hand to hand like a wheel, fidgeting nervously, "How to talk about this, but you know how you know something's wrong, so you don't want to think about it?"

   "No?" Idea what he's on about.

   "Huh, well I do.  It's just, ever since we talked about, you know.  You. Changing.  I started to thinking about it er.  Um, or stopped trying, not to think about it."

   "What?"

   "It's just so sinful," he wandered off, shaking his head, and putting his hat back on.

   "What is?"

   "You know, dresses?"

   "Yes?" I made them.  This one, spun the flax, wove the linen, and sticthed it myself.  All of my dresses.

   "Well, I always thought, about how.  They must be, so comfortable?"

   "Not really."

   "No?"

   "Look here." I showed him, "If I step this far." The skirt pulled tight, "It stops me.  Why, I imagine back in ye olde days." He laughed, "A man must've thought, why don't we put them in dresses, so they can't run away."

   "I hate pants."

   "Ah," I stopped.  "Huh?" Shook my head.

   "You know, they are all so hot, and uncomfortable?"

   "No?  I never wore them."

   "Never?"

   "No, never."

   "Huh!"

   "Come on," I took his hand, "We got work to do."

   All I ever wanted, was good hard work.  I know it sounds odd, just to say, if I ever got up the guts to tell anyone before, but what's a day's work get you sewing?  Or cooking, I know we have to eat, need clothes to wear and such like, but at the end of the day, the food goes down the toilet, and the wash hangs on the line to dry.

   Look there, point at the workbench.  The nails and the tools hanging over it, the fullers, and tongs, and other things I don't even know the names of yet.

   I got stuck splitting wood.  So, Merwin didn't have to, and he was happy enough of that.  Why I could point, "See?" To the pile I just done split, and stack it up.  Merwin did, stacked it up to maybe a quarter chord, while I took in the faggot for my boss to show me.  How to set it up, and light the coals.

   My hands hurt, the blisters had not time to callous, not yet.

   "Now lookee here." He set down the bucket of coals, and pulled out the spade.  The iron spade, he made with his own hands.  "Take up the crank, and get it going good, but watch me."

   He put his hand on my shoulder.  Proudly.  Like his son, who never appreciated what I always wanted, what I finally had in my own two hands.

   "If'n yer gonna do this, some day, I'ma gonna have to lern ya." The way he talks, he's from Virginia.  "Now," he held up the spade half full of coals, and dust, and showed me.

   The old iron spade, he made with his own hands, like most everything in here.  All the rings in the tack shop, and all the shoes on the horses, for decades, kicked off for someone to pick up, and bring back.  To be reforged, and the bands around the barrels.

   Iron, this is good work.  Work that'll last, and be here long after we're gone.  Immortal as the soul, old iron that was here before the ships ever sailed from the old world.

   This is his legacy, and some day it will even be mine.

   "That's good, slow down now.  Bank it, now pay attention."

   He picked up a rough bar, and set it in with tongs.  Hand wrought iron tongs, in the hands what wrought them.

   "Uh huh?"

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   Merwin

   "Huh!" I set down the draw knife, and felt my thumb up the plank.  Smooth, no sign of splinters.  So unlike rough black wrought iron, I never had the guts to tell him.  My father, he had his heart so set on me learning the trade, but now.

   You know, I even thought about becoming Amish?  See, they come here from the city for our bread, or cheeses.  Some of the worldly women like our linens, our sheets, real linen from our field of flax, but I.  I would like to learn to make furniture, and folks tell about the Amish.  How they make the best, and if I want to learn, then that is where I would go.

   There's no rivalry with the Amish.  They may be, live even a little more simply than I, have grown up, but I could grow accustomed to it.  "Huh!" If they would have a sinner, like me.

   The blower whirred, and the flames roared as it picked up speed.  Arden, rolled up her sleeves, but that was about it.  In her blouse, her prayer bonnet off, but her hair braided up in a coil on the crown of her head.

   Hard to imagine her as a man, in that dress.  Blue, not one of those black Amish dresses, almost like nuns, walking alongside the road, with their baskets, or their books.  You know, I had to hear it from her?  I thought she was crushing on me, like they say in the movies, or on the TV. When really she was jealous, and wanted my life.  Ask me why, I went in for a knife, but didn't stay.

   Don't have to stay with her there.  In her dress, breaking her back in the heat, she does not know what she's in for but I'm willing to let her give it a try.

   Mother has an old Amish table.  Traded it, down the road, I forget what for, but I always thought it had the most beautiful legs.  I crossed mine, remembered lifting the tablecloth, to look at them.  Feel the smooth curves, and the dark laquer, something you can't hammer out of iron.  No matter how you polish it, it will always be iron.  Cold, dead, a waste of the fine lace, trimmed around the edge, like a slip.

   Under a dress, "Huh!" I crossed my legs, shook my head, but now despite the sinful nature, I stopped trying not to think about it.

   How that must feel, the finest linen, and dare I hope for a little trim? Just a band of lace around the hem, and how that would feel.  On my legs, under the dress where no one would see it.  "Huh!"

   Except God.

   Like she said, no where in the good book does it say a damned thing about it.  A man, wearing, something like that.  Damn these pants, damn them all to hell, but I know the tightness in the.

   Well, my crotch.  That's got to be sinfull as all hell, but I can't help it.

   Idyl hands, so I ignored it, and tried to remember the table leg.  I bet I can figure it out.  The best example I have, to strive for.  If I can do that, maybe one of the Amish masters could show me.  Accept, and teach me, how to make something as beautiful as that some day.

   Nice day, out here.  Out of the heat, at least I have some idea what I'm in for.  Hell, I know what that's like.  I'm sure my own pit will ring with the sound of cold iron, on hot iron, on cold iron.

   I hate that sound.

   If I'm going to burn in hell, I might as well enjoy my life, until then...

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   Arden

   "Why don't you use contractions?"

   "Huh!" I set down the tongs, and dried my palms on my jeans.  Let the apron flap back down, and dipped out some water.

   To think, "Hah!" dropped he ladle back in the barrel.  "We do," some school kid, I sat down to look him in the eye.  "And don't, we do not use them as much, because we aren't in as much of a hurry when we talk.  I suppose."

   Summer camp, I looked out on Merwin, surrounded by girls, watching him whittle.

   Who knew?  He's a woodworker.

   "Can you make me a puzzle?"

   "I suppose."

   "Now, Jack." His mother stopped him, "They're not giving puzzles away, come along to the gift shop."

   I shrugged, and picked up the tongs, gave the blower a few spins, not likeing the color of the bar.  I dropped it back in, stirred it around to the hotter coals in the bottom, and took up the crank.  In both hands, I bent to it.

   A lot more work, with the old man retired, but it's a labor of love.

   "Huh!" That Merwin, "Huh, huh, huhuh!" The blower spun up.

   WhwhwhWhWH!

   That looks good, so I layed the hot end over the horn, and took up a fuller.  Hammer fuller, rounded flat on the back to draw it out, over the horn, like another fuller, I raised it from the back, and bounced it off the thin edge.

   I suppose I can take them up again, for him.  Shaking my head, ask me why he wants a dress, to wear in private.  He says, I don't know, but I understand him.  Better, and he I.  Than anyone else around, I would say. The community, or in town, I suppose there are some, but it is no sin.  To us, any more than wearing jeans, to work.  I can't work in a dress, why the skirt would catch sparks, and fire as I beat them off, but the bar is cooled, so I stirred it back in, and the girls giggled.

   Out there, watching him whittle.  He held up a chain, carved out of wood, I shrugged.  The hard way to make chain, and still not as strong as iron.  Useless, but those worldly girls, they don't care about making themselves useful.

   "Huh!" Dip some water out, and hold my head over the quenching trough. Pour it over to wash the sweat out of my hair, and wring it.  Feel it soak in, and cool me though the back of my shirt.

   Cotton, just a teeshirt, from the gift shop.  Homestead Farms on the side.  The "Breast," where a breast pocket would be, but also.  The uncomfortable lump, on the side of my chest.  Pulling up the apron bib, by the straps, better check on the fire.  Crank it up a little more, but I
just have to draw out the end now.  The tip I left, drawing it out square with the fuller.

   I'm not jealous.  Those girls don't know him, the way I have.  They're just smitten, watching his hands, pull the knife, the strong tendons pull in his arms with his sleeves rolled up, under the shade of his hat.

   My bicep swells, under the weight of the hammer.  Fuller end up, to pound the end flat.

   I got work to do, anyway.  It's hard work, but doesn't pay too much mind.

   I can keep daydreaming, of the future.

   Our wedding dress, when I make it for him.

   "Huh!" Hard work, but it's worth it.

   Arden Schmidt, that could be a man's name.  Arden, like my uncle Arden, I don't mind taking his name.  His last name, that's what I am.  A smith, a ferrier, it's a good name, for a man.  It's like sewing him slips, skirts, dresses, and one day a wedding dress.

   I'm willing to do that, for him.  He's gonna make me a fine wife, one day.

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   Miriam

   I put my elbows up, on the bottom of the door, and just watched her work. On shoes, or a shoe, in a teeshirt, jeans, and a leather apron.

   Arden.  "Are you a lesbian?"

   "Huh," she set down the hammer.  Closed the forge like a giant breadbox, to hold the heat in.  Looked around, but I waited until we had the smithouse to ourselves.  "No." She held up her hand, "I'm engaged."

   "Oh." I nodded.  "Me neither." Not yet, as long as I'm living at home.

   "Why?"

   "Huh, you know I.  Never, well I heard, the girls talk."

   "The other Amish girls?"

   "Mostly." No one else comes over here, to their farm.  Sorry, Heritage Community, but we have horses, and horses need shod.  We actually use them, on pavement, to drive our carriages.

   "They don't know what they're talking about."

   She shook her head.

   "Who're you engaged to?"

   I like her.  The look of her.  Not like a man, I think it's the beards.  They bother me, I just can't imagine marrying one, and kissing him, with all that hair on his face.  I'd just as soon kiss a goat.

   "Merwin Schmidt?  Over at the carpentry centre."

   "The woodshop." They just opened up, to exchange techniques, and such like, between our comunities.

   "Yeah, he runs it?"

   "How old are you?"

   "Fourteen?  Look, this shoe's about ready, you want to go get the mare?"

   "Sure," I headded back, around to the fence, and took her by the hackamore.  Led her to the stall in back, where she came out with a bucket. Half full of water, and fresh shoes, she stuck some nails in her mouth, and picked up a hoof.  "Mhold herh?" Through a mouthfull of tacks, I combed my fingers through her mane, and felt it whicker underneath, to calm her.  While she worked, holding the hoof up therough the split in her apron, between her knees, and started clipping the old tacks off.

   "There there.  Sally, it's all right.  She's just going to to your nails." She looked at me, one eyed, and her hear turned to the sound of my voice.

   "Myer good wif horses."

   "Why they sent me," for once I wanted to, hearing that they had a gay girl.  Or so they thought, I don't know.  I also hear that they get married, to hide it.  Their sin, then cheat on their husbands, but they're not Amish.  They are Hutterites, I looked up at the Sattelite dish, they
had up on the roof of their schoolhouse.  Over at the garage, for their pickup truck, and the trailer next to it.  "I'm not Amish." I decided, "I'm going to be a lesbian, come Rumspringe."

   "Yo don shey?"

   Amazing how well she can talk, with a mouthfull of pins that way.

   "You know any?" She just shook her head.  "Huh, neither do I." Unfortunately.  Way out here, I can't wait.  To get into the city, to stay. Get some nice jeans.  Nice tight jeans, like she was wearing.  Of course I would never, living at home.  Imagine what they would say about me.
Walking around with them, tight over my bottom like that.

   Her nice bottom.  It is, a nice one.  If I'm one to say.  I know what you're thinking, but I don't care.  I like the look of her in them.  I know it's sin, but looking again isn't going to earn me another eternity.  I am not so sure it is truly even a hell worthy sin, or not.  Even if it is, I
don't care.

   Tac tac tac,

   "Shh, ShshshH!"

   Tac tac tac.

   "Good girl, settle down.  She's almost done." With that one, but 3 more. "There, that's a good girl, you want a carrot?"

   "Whihinh!" She nodded.

   "Yeah, I'll get you a nice sweet carrot after this."]

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2 things people don't want to think about are Marital rape, and fe/male rape.  Role reversal, especially male victims don't want to admit spousal abuse, even to themselves.  It also helps to guilt trip him, for raping her, infantalizing him, and sexually conditioning him with subconscious triggers...

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Re: The Willing
« Reply #9 on: September 29, 2017, 12:47:05 PM »
Victim

"Huh?"  It's dark, and I'm hard.  In my sleep, I know she does it to maintain the illusion, but.  I don't know who she is.  Tonight, "Mh?"

'sh.'  Gently, I relaxed my jaw.  My teeth around the pillow case.

The dirty schoolmarm?  Mother, sister, daughter, I suspect.  Not my wife, what's wrong with being my wife, that she has to pretend to be someone else?

Her puritan upbringing, I try to understand it, but.  I was raised Baptist, and I thought that was well Bruderhoff are Anabaptist, but I can't even imagine being raised without your family.  All the kids together in the schoolhouse, but kept apart.  Barely even allowed to look at each other, so that she only got to see her mother and father on the weekends.

The rough linen sheets.  Not cotton, flax.  Turns out linen comes from the Latin word for flax, though she didn't learn from the Catholic rite, she grew up speaking German, but this strange brotherhood German she swears in when upset.

It's so rough, and scratchy on my shaved privates, and I remember.  Well, the stubble, catches on the prickles of rough homespun.  So, it's like when I started, and Joey showed me.  

He was sprouting too, and jerking it so his foreskin winked like an eye.

i never touched him, but.

'hsnHhH!"  Her hand over my mouth.  "MH!"

"SH!"

"MRHEI!"  Opening my eyes didn't do any good.

'ehn neha neha nehaAAAA!"

"Huh!"  She let go, and I relaxed.  "Now you've gone and woke the baby."

I pulled my hands up to the top of the blanket.  The rolled edge out from between my teeth.

"Ssorry."

"Shhh," she swished out, in the dark.  Her nighty brushing the bascinet, and the cover, I could here it.  "There there."

The door shut quietly.

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Nyx

[   "Uh!" I just got off, and started wiping my hands in my underpants, when something covered my eyes, and mouth.

   "Don't move, don't scream."

   "Hmh?" I tried to turn, but she held me too tight.  Not just her voice, but I felt her breasts behind my head.

   "Hehaha!" They shook when she laughed, "You're a special kinda pervert, arncha?  Looking at kids on the playground." I closed my eyes, but I could still hear them, laughing and playing.  "You have a good one?  Yeah?  Cause you know you men are the weakest, when you just get off.  How bout we call them over here."

   "NMH!" My eyes flew open.

   "Yeah, show them what you're hiding in the bushes." she felt my privates, "Since it's so shrunken, and tiny.  Come closer, get a closer look, kids!  Probably wouldn't be too big, scare them, like when he's all riled up, huh?" I blinked, but something wet, fell on her arm.  "Awe, you cwying?" she wiped away my tears with the cloth.  "Poor baby, does it feel bad, knowing someone knows your dirty little secret?  That you love children, a little too much?" She let me go, "Go ahead, call them.  I bet there's enough of them to save you.  Or find an adult, to call the cops, to stop me."

   "Who are you?" I reached up to my eyes, but her arms blocked mine, and felt down to my fingers.

   "Help!?"

   "No, shh!"

   "Don't touch that bandana."

   I just dropped my arms.  "Hh," gave up, she had me.  My pants already open, full of fresh jism, right here in the bushes.  Within sight of the playground, the daycare.  If anyone saw us, or heard us.  "HhHhH?" I shuddered.

   "There, now you understand your position.  You're Mine, to do whatever I want, or I Expose you for the pedoperv you are."

   "Please, don't."

   "I won't if you do everything I say.  Take off your belt."

   "Okay?"

   "Say yes, Darling."

   "Darling?  Ah!"

   "Not so loud," she whispered.  'say it.'

   "Nh, yes darling."

   "You love me?"

   "Yes darling."

   "I'm not too old?" My hands brushed her chest.  Just the backs of my fingers, through her shirt.

   "Nh, noh."

   "Hh, say it."

   "No, darling.  I uh.  I love your breasts."

   "Huh!" she held my face, deep in my shirt, and her legs squeezed my sides so hard I could hardly breath.  "HhH!" her shirt buzzed, "I'm a big girl now," I fell back, but she cradled me, my head, and neck in her arms. "Almost a woman, I'm ready, I'm ready to become a woman.  Are you ready to make me one?"

   "Huhhh!" It was still dark, and my breath was so hot and stale under the bandanna, but I gasped, "Yeah, oh yes my darling!"

   She touched me.  Laughed.  "Hah?  You don't feel ready, and you're MINE!"

   BP!  Like a mic drop, I couldn't see what she hit me with, but it wasn't a slap, to the face, it rocked my head so hard I could feel my brain spin inside my skull.

   "UhHhH!" I tried to feel my face, hold my head, but my arms stopped short.  "Huh?" Where's the bandanna?  I try to look around, but it's dark, pitch black.  "HhH?" Did I hear something?

   "Have a nice nap?"

   "Where am I?"

   "Nhmhm!  You're in no position to ask questions." She giggled again, "You get it?  You're bound like this, so I can do anything, whatever I want, with any part of your body."

   "Nhsv!" I shrank back from her hand, Just petting my balls, then up to my bottom.  "NGH!" I blinked back tears from the swat, "Whenever I want, until you grow the fuck up." Then my hands, my fingers, my wrists.

   Blind, in the dark, I guess she had to feel around too, but then her skin brushes, up the backs of my fingers.  Again, but this time her chest is bare, or the top of it.  The soft swells, and crack between them like a baby's buttocks.  "HhH!" I nodded.  I can't do any thing, anything at all, except maybe get into it.  "Yeah, oh yes, Darling."

   "Nhmhym!  Oh, topping from the bottom are you?  You done this before?" I shivered, "Trying to manipulate me, I gave you a name, 'Darling'," sarcasm dripped.  And she whispered.  "Here, I don't have to hide.  Now, you will call me Nothing.  I have no name, I am vacuum, null and void, the empty blackness of space between the stars.  And you, my Creator." Her breath on my ear, barely even a whisper.  'i think i'll call you vic." she giggled, "It's a double ontandrah, short for Victim, but also an allusion to Shelly, Mary.  Victor Frankenstien."

   "What?"

   "Nothing." I felt something.  Slide across my arms.  "Feel that?" It itched, even after it stopped touching me, and my hands curled back desperately to touch it.

   "Fiberglass?"

   "Very good."

   "AH!" Across the back of my arms.  "This is a cane."

   "Please, noAHHHHH!  AHHHHHH!" They stung, long after the second strike. She just hit me once, again, but this time across the soles of my feet.  "But," How?  In the dark, then my mind whirled.

   Nothing, the darkness of night, the cane.  "You're blind." I bet it's white, fiberglass with a red tip.

   "Very good."

   "No," it slipped across the bottoms of my toes, "Please don't, AHHHH!" It hurt so much across the backs of my ankles, it bounced, and itched immediately.  "NSVH!" I sniveled.

   Her fingers, on my face, wet with my tears, feeling up to my eyes.

   "Now, you remember?"

   I nodded, speechless.  Barely able to sob.

   "Good," I heard her, tapping the floor, the walls in the corner, and a creak.  I think it was a chair?  "Now, Remember."
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   Vic {Mg Mnem Para Mole Rape.}

   I thought, well I wasn't thinking.  But then, later i thought I'd get away with it.  She'd never be able to identify me, she was blind.  Cute, though, no bangs, but the wreck of dirty blond curls just covering her searching milky blue eyes.  Her expression, curious, unconscious, just walking down the sidewalk from the School of the Blind.  Then, she cut through the park.  Under the trees, spots of sunlight playing over her plain jacket, and unkempt waves of her hair.  "Hh?" she started to turn, "Who's thrmH?" Holding up her cane, but unable to use it.  Blind, "It's okay, little darling, we're just going to have some fun." I looked around, she kicked and struggled, but I just picked her up and carried her into the bushes.

   "NWH HREEEEM!" I held her down, and felt what I had already.

   "Oh, I hadn't realized she had little booblets, under her baggy hanging jacket.  And plain teeshirt, even a training bra.

   "SDB, HREEEE!"

   Into my hand, while the other felt down, got my fingers in the front of her pants, and ripped up until the button popped.

   "UHMHMHMH!" She tried to shake her head, eyes closed uselessly, but tears shaking out.  I held her mouth, too tight to even move, a lot of hair trapped under my fingers annoyed me a little.

   "Huh?" Felt like a diaper, at first.  "Oh," I pulled out the pad, "Snh!" smelt a bloody line.  "Growing up now, big girl?  Almost a woman?" I felt inside.  "HhH!" Already wet, gritty.  Good, I remember thinking, then the blood won't show.

   "NMH!" She froze, straightened out like standing at attention, and held perfectly still.  "Hh hih hin!" Blind eyes wide, panting on my wrist.

   "HhH!" I felt it, pop.  "Hh!" Shivered.  Just like I always wanted to. "There."

   "NHM!" She clenched her eyes when it popped out, and I turned her head.

   "Now you're a woman." I rubbed my fingertip on my thumb, pinched it, and felt the grittiness.  Darker than I imagined, too.  "Snh," still smelled like blood, so I wiped it on her nose.  And cheek, picked up some hair to dry it off.

   "HhHhH!" She shivered.

   Then, I couldn't pull her legs up on my chest, her pants up them, and get it out fast enough.

   "Uh!" I grabbed it," Nuh?" But it was too late.  I could barely feel the thick gritty gore on the spitting head before it went soft.  So, I ran, trying to fix my pants on the fly, bloody fingers staining the khaki, and it wouldn't wash out..  That was just the first time, I threw them away, but that's when I learned what I am, what I'm capable of.  I didn't fumble as much with the next, and with the next, I got even better.

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   Nyx {FM, and here's where I start avoiding spoilers.  Trigger Warning: Belated.}

   "I'm sorry!" He sniveled, "I don't know what came over me.  You're so pretty, and I just wanted to show you, how beautiful you are."

   "Hah!" I got up, slipped my fingers out from betwixt my legs, and felt up to the handle of my cane.  "You had a funny way of showing me.  I didn't feel pretty, you made me ugly.  All I felt was Fear, shame, and helpless. Who ever gave you the idea that Rape makes girls feel "PRETTY!" I lashed down blind, but it bounced off his skull, and hair, so I could feel down, and bring it across his forehead.

   "NGH!" but he couldn't even drop his head, "AHH, AHHHHHHH!"

   "Yes, fiberglass.  An unique property of it is the more you hit it, the more it loosens up the eponymous fibers."

   "Please, please don't.  I'll do anything.  Ngh, hhH?"

   "Hhuh!" I could hear his fear.  "Snh!" smell it on his sweat.  Feel it on his face.

   "No, you didn't think I looked pretty.  You thought I looked HELPLESS!" WHKHKHK!  Down the tops of his arms, "But now you're helpless.  At my mercy," I ran it across, back and forth, diagonally pushing it up along his arms, then switching over to pull it back, like a violinists bow.  "Too bad I have NONE!"

   "SNVH?  HihnihH!" I could feel him shiver, and shudder as the tiny splinters worked their way in.  Stinging where the hot sharp welts were already cutting across, and I ran my fingertips down his back.  The strap, around his neck, back to his wrists.  "You feel that?"

   "HehH!  Yeas, it burns."

   "Good, you're learning your place, in hell."

   "Please don't."

   "I thought that, with your hand over my mouth." I rolled it, back and forth across his buttocks.  Between them, but he gripped my hand.  Shaking it, in both of his, so I held them back, and he tensed.

   "NGH!" Anticipating another strike, realizing I have to feel it first, but the fibers are so much more insidious.  "Nhahuh!" He tried to twist, from the red tip feeling down the inside of his thighs.  "NohihIH!?" He froze, then shivered again from the microsplintering shaft, slipping between his thighs, and I ripped it out.  "Auh, ah fuck nrhhHH?" He let go of my hand, "AIEEEEE!" And screamed like a little girl, "Ahhphugh!  God, FUCK it burns ahh!" Barely able to gasp between whimpering, and screams, I felt his face.  The pain on it, and smelled it in the air.  Wiped the snot on his cheek, his forehead, and dried my fingers on his hair.

   Tk, I walked back to my chair.  "Hm!  MhuhH!" God, I was drenched, just listening to him breathe, and moan.  "Uh, huHN!" I moaned too, from the elongated pear shape gushing in and out of me, the wet slopping sounds.  He heard it, he had to hear me fucking myself as rough, and loudly as I could take it.  "Nrh huh!" Fucking myself, to fill me, as much as I could, the empty hole he left in me, the yawning blackness, but it was infinite.  "HAUHHHHGGRNNNH!" I shook, over the back of the chair, and it fell with a muffled bounce on the concrete behind me.  "Neah!" I hugged it, and just hung on until the spasming, and breathless panting was over.  And the rolled painted steel bent square tubing cut into my chest.  "Huh!" I got up, felt for my cane.  "Whew, now, where was I?"

   I reached down to feel around where I heard it drop, bounce.  First the damp oily stain, it rolled, but left me a trail to find it, sniffing for the scent of the silicone lube.  I left my cane, stood up in the corner.  Leaned against the side of the chair, and slipped the condom off the handle.

   "How did you find me?"

   "I stalked you," I threw it, to splat against the wall, and fall to the floor.  Turning my head to the sounds.  It's not like echolocation, I can't describe it to someone sighted, but I didn't hear him.  Between the reverb bouncing between the walls in the opposite corner, there is a null.  And besides, he was in the center between them.  That void, where the sound wouldn't go through him.  That's where I found him, bent over, strapped under the arms to the legs to hold his chin up on the steel strap around the edges, ass in the air to let his privates dangle.  "I have 4 other senses, idiot.  It's not like, losing one makes the others more acute, but you become more attentive to them.  Just like now, blind in this darkened room, you can concentrate on every sound, the smells, can you hear where I am, by the sound of my voice?" And remember them, all of them, when he tries to shut them out, at night.  In the room, My room, empty save for the table, chair, and us.

   "No," it echoes.

   "Of course not, you just need more practice."

   "So, you could see before?"

   "Yes," he is not stupid.  Don't assume, make an ass of yourself, he "Put it together remarkably rapidly."

   "What happened?"

   "You RAPED ME!"

   "Hh!?" I could hear him tense, the leather pull tight, where the band over his ribs rubbed under the strap running back from his neck.  "No, I." So, he couldn't pull his arms down, cover himself, even if he strangled himself, it wouldn't stretch that far.  "Ahuh!"

   "Whereas I can hear the pain in your voice, smell it, and your fear in your sweat.  Smell it?  Take a deep breath, smell it.  That's right, SNHHH! You sniveling coward.  Is that why you attack little children, and just blinded girls in the park.  Are you afraid of everyone else?"

   "No,"

   "Well now you fear me.  In the darkness, I found you.  In your weakness I bound you, and with your stupid impulsive habits, I will make you MINE. That is your name now, MRYN." I growled through my teeth, "Whatever you where is gone, leaving nothing but fear, and pain.  Like you left me, in the park, when you made me.  A woman.  A mother." I turned on the light.

   "Moros," my hand gently feeling his neck.  He hung his head, standing at the door.  Obediently silent throughout, and far enough back to not get hit. "Say hello."

   He slowly raised it toward the sniveling wretch before him.  "Hello," I heard him gasp, "Father."

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   Moros {bMF}

   Nehihehahuha!

   "She wasn't kidding." I just looked up, slowly, until I could see the legs of the table, under my brows, and his face.  Finally seeing mine.  "You have any idea," I grinned, "What it's like growing up with the monster you created?"

   Well, I helped.

   Yeah, well thank you.  "No," he shut his eyes, shook his head as much as he could with the angle iron under his jaw.  An L bracket, one of 4, beveled, and welded together under the board under him.  The slots, and holes for the ropes, and straps.  "Look at me!" He wouldn't open his eyes. "You don't have the excuse of willful blindness, but you saw me.  Yourself in me." I never saw him before today, in the park, with my own eyes, but I recognized him.  Looked a lot older than I expected, but just like I always dreamed.

   "But I didn't even."

   "No," she laughed, "Hah!  You couldn't even last long enough to fuck the bed you made, but some still got in.  Even on my period, enough survived to find an egg, and you never thought, did you.  That you're creating a monster, much less two!"

   "Now mom," I didn't bother turning to her, "Molesting me for all those years." I rubbed his hair, "She couldn't find you, to pay you back for your gift.  So of course, she took it out on me."

   "No, but I could remember you.  The way you smelled, that's how I found you."

   And I helped!

   I walked around, striking the hard heels of my boots into the concrete, so closing his eyes wasn't enough.  Nothing would be enough, to make this go away.

   "So now," I stopped, "We cum full circle.  You abused her, she abused me, and now," I grabbed his balls, "It's MY TRN!"

   "AHHHHH!" I just looked up, closed my eyes, and listened to his scream echo in the chamber.

   Glanced aside, to see her, unselfconsciously backed into a corner.  Knees wide to the walls, naked, her breasts squeezed between her arms, her hands furiously working between her legs.

   "Hm," I let go.  "I learned to hate fiberglass." Looked down to where she left the belaying pin.  Basically a 1" dowel, with a nice handle, shaped like a blunt butt plug.  "Pine," I pressed it, "Is a lot more resilient."

   "No," he tried to squirm, "I'll do anything, NGH!" Into him, "HAHHHHH!" Dry.  I waited.  "HSVSHVngh?" Finally it stopped echoing.

   "I'll tell you what you can do," I wiggled it.  "You can SUFFER!"

   "UKH!" Popped right out.  Took a second for the pink donut to snap back. THUNK!  He spasmed again, from the handle whacking the steel edge between his feet.

   "You can scream, but it won't make it stop."

   TNK!

   "Uh, grwalkCH!" I closed my eyes to the wet splattering of his vomitus. He kept, gasping, and heaving, until there was nothing left.  "Huh, sph!" I smelt Bile.

   "The problem," TNK!  "Is you Really," TNK!  "Have TA!" TNK, "Batter pine, to make it splinter."

   "No, oh god no!"

   "I have to get you wet," I held it up, and turned it to inspect the rough dents, and bent out edges of my crude handywork.

   "Oh got no, NGH!  NAAAAAAuh!"

   "HHH!" Gods.  I haven't felt this, much pain, and suffering in millennia. Erebus, Darkness, drank it like a beerbong.

   "YAHHH NAHHHH!" He relaxed.  Fell limp, passed out.  Didn't even twitch as it came out, and snapped back limply.  Bloody, pulled out and torn, I just dropped it back to the concrete, and watched it run.  Redly down his scrotum.

   "Hhhh!" I shivered, and the twitching in my crotch finally stopped.  Leaving just my pulse, dipping lower with each beat, softer, and the skin finally snapping out over it's eye.

   ; )

   Nyx {MF Roma Mnem Orig.}

   He called himself "Mox." I never knew his real name.  But he found me, crying in the hospital.  Pregnant, not yet even 11, within a year of being blinded.  I told him, it was a stupid accident.  Don't play with chemicals children, I won't recall the particular mix we came up with, don't try any of them.  I learned, immediately what happens when Hydrogen Chloride dissolves in an aqueous solution.  The last thing I remember seeing was the bubbles, fizzing up to the surface like soda.  Then the burning, closing my eyes too late, even the tears wouldn't wash it away, then the bright loud terrifying shaking ride to the hospital, the siren, it all felt so familiar.

   Only this time the pain wasn't in my eyes.  But he held me, told me it would be all right.  Again, I remember him before.  When I got the chemical burns, before I could see nothing but excruciating light.  Closing my eyes doesn't help, darkness doesn't help, there's no pain receptors in the optic nerves.  The doctors told me, so all they can produce is terrible light.  Then he asked me, what happened, what he did to me.  I told him, "He touched me."

   "Like this?" I nodded.  Then he showed me.  "It doesn't have to hurt."

   I supposed he worked at the hospital, and could lose his job for what he did to me.  Some would call it molestation, but he's not like that.  I loved him, even before I went back.  I wanted him, his arms around me, whenever the sounds, and smells, and feelings of my body going through changes I couldn't understand became overwhelming, but I could just curl up. Wrap myself in covers, or just pull my sleeves tight around me.  Until then, it hurt, it scared me, but I was back in his arms.  He told me before, "I love you, I care about you," but then I left.  I missed him, his smell, his arms, their warmth wrapping around me until I was back in them. Then, he showed me.  How much he loves me, how much he cares.

   It wasn't until that night, he truly made me a woman.  It wasn't him, it wasn't this beast, it was my Mox.  My lover, my first.  He was right, it didn't hurt.  I didn't bleed any more, and the greatest miracle of all.  The terrible light finally went away.  I cannot even begin to tell you, what that was like, trying to sleep, with my burned eyes.  Then, He spoke to me.  My angel, Erebus.  He made the light go away, He told me about my son, yet to be born.  Why eventually my period didn't come back.  I felt cured, even my eyes, His darkness was a blessing.  Erebus, my love, my life, He took me.  Married me, and cared for me.  Not Mox, He told me that "It's a "Pun." It literally Means nothing.  he never came back to me, but I didn't need him.  HE told me, He was in him the whole time.  That's who I fell in love with, a love that only grew as He showed me things beyond my wildest imaginings.  The stars, the universe, the myths of man, and where
they came from.

   Then, he was born, and He was in him.

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   Victim {M Chem Maim}

   He cleaned up the mess.  My son, mopped up the vomit.  I never imagined, thought about.  "Hh," any of my victims, getting pregnant.  I never thought, I couldn't stop, it's like something took hold of me, then I watched my hands, hurting all those children.  It was like a nightmare, I had thought.  I should have wished, to never have a worse one.

   "Open your eyes."

   "What's that?"

   "Just a bucket." He raped me, he was tiny, and my poor abused anus was torn, wet with blood.  I deserved it, not just for what I did to her, but to all of them.  Those poor children.  None of the boys could get it up, but my boy.  My son.  I shuddered.

   "Just a little something I cooked up." I swear, it felt like a seizure when he finally gushed into me.  I prayed to pass out again.  Then I saw her hand.  Her terrible hand, I wanted to turn away, tried to at least shut my eyes, but I couldn't.  "Nhhhhh!"

   PLOOP!  It fizzed, then I smelled something, like vomit but so much worse it burned, and my eyes finally shut.  I couldn't open them, and the more I cried, the more it burned, until the pain shot straight back into my brain.  Then, all I could see was light.  It was so bright, like a migrane, it hurt even worse than my eyes, fuzed to my lids, melted together, but they couldn't shut out the terrible light.

   {AND THAT IS THE LAST THING YOU WILL SEE, FOREVER!}

   I couldn't even scream.

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"Uh!" Then I relaxed, weak, exhausted, I couldn't move if I wanted too, but finally the ropes around my legs were loosened.  Enough to lay down, the strap around my back went slack, and I heard buckles clanking under the table.  "Hhuhh!" I couldn't see, anything of course, but terrible light.

   {I'm gonna have a good time with you!}

   "There," her hand, on my back.  "Doesn't that feel better?"

   'mhm?' I could whimper, finally nod.  "Huh!" My hands fell, and I hugged the table.  Just to feel the incredible pleasure of my arms in front of me. I still burned, all over, torn inside, but I'd gotten so used to it, it was almost a pleasure.  "Hh!"

   She turned me over, to face nothing but frigid light.  She kissed me, like an angel.  Lay down on top of me, and felt so warm.  So soft, so heavy. I felt so hard, it beat between her legs, then inside her.

   "Hh!" I could barely lift my arms, but she helped me.  Wrapped them around her, and I felt wonderful.  An orgasm, but with it the most incredible indescribable feeling ever.  Then it left me.  And the pain returned.  "Nhh, nhhHAAAAAAAH!  

   {Now, you are Mine}

   What is this voice in my head?

  {You may call me Erebus.}

   All the pain that had gone away came back, and I screamed until blessedly I slipped away.

   To Darkness.

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This is basically "Homework."  If it wasn't obvious from context, she manipulated him to write incestuous fantasies in his own hand, to go with her own childporn collection, rather than get a divorce.

Having already gotten what she wanted out of him:  

   "Uncle" (Mg Ince Fant Lies)

[   My wife took the kids.  After church, I stayed behind, "I have something to take care of."

   In my pants, I didn't think she ment anything by it.  She's almost eleven, but they sheltered her.  Of course, I'm not really a believer, but I married a Christian, so that basically made me a christian.  I went to church, it made her happy, so treat it like a date.  She wants to see chick flics, so you end up not watching a lot of chick flics with her.

   That's all it is, only it's a Passion Play.  She's passionate about Jesus.  I'd be a little jealous, if I thought he ever existed.  I have to admit he had some good things to say, about not judging people, but it always made her especially passionate last night.

   Saturday night, she said "Oh God!" but how do you compete with that?  "Jesus!" Hahaha, if she wants to compare me to Him, fine by me.  I can even imagine her climbing right up on the cross.  Riding his woody, or the Priests.  Moving down the line, of them kneeling reverently.  Oops, ran out of bread, but never mind.  Unzipping his pants, "Body of Christ." Giving her a taste.

   "Uh!" Maybe I should work out, he does have a pretty good body.  Looks like, if you ignore the holes in the arms, the legs, the side.  Climbing up, on the rag so "Blood of Christ" makes sense.  "Ngh, cup of heav'NH!" Through my clenched teeth, shake it off.  Suck the dribbles of the back of my knuckles, and wash the rest down the sink.

   You know it's not white?  Jizz, you have to see it on white porcelain to tell, but it's really a real bright yellow, I think.  I can see it, and wash the rest off my hands, but I even like the taste.  A little, not like I want to suck dick, or swallow a whole load, but just the tingle at the back of my tongue reminds me, while I head out, and grab my cigarettes from my jacket.  Before she gets home, she doesn't lik me smoking, but what she doesn't know won't hurt her.

   If I do burn in hell, it won't be for that.

   She came back up, to the porch, so I put it out.  "Forgot something," I let her in, and she set her notebook down.  Bent over to search the couch, so I went and got some ice-water.  Hot day, but I came back in time to see her stuff some white cloth in her purse.

   "Is that," didn't look like a hankie.

   She giggled, "My underpants." And fled for the door.  I stopped her, "Why did you take them off?"

   "They got hot." She waved them in my face, so I backed up.  Through the door, so she could dart around me, and skip down the steps.

   In that skirt, it was too long to see.  If I looked, but they were in fact a little pair of girl's underwear.  I sniffed, but didn't smell anything.
 
   Then, I thought to check my porn stash.  When my wife got home with the kids, I just dropped the mattress back over them, but I couldn't tell what was missing.

   "Oh," she held it up, "Looks like she left her notebook."]

   ;

   [Cousin (Gbg Baby Ince Play)

   I didn't teach them anything.  My cousins, if anything I learned it from him first.  I was supposed to watch them, he was only about 5, or 6, but he had a baby sister.  I just left them playing in their room, but when I came back, I was shocked to catch them playing something sexual.  I had to've been about 10, give or take, but I heard about sex.

   Not a whole lot, mostly giggling about it with my friends, and they're all in forth, 5th, or 6th grade, too.  I got a little talk when I had my period, but it was all about growing up, nothing about sex.  I heard "Suck my Dick" before though, and I knew that was bad.  So, I called him, "Stop that!" I picked her up, my baby cousin cause she started crying as soon as I made her stop.  "Put your willy away!"

   He had no shame, but it turned out to be innocent.  "What do you think you're doing?"

   "She likes it!"

   "Well," she did start crying, "It's wrong."

   "Why?"

   "Well," I don't know, "Jesus said thow shall not spill your seed.  Um, I'll look it up in the bible, and read you it later, but it's a sin.  Sodomy, and you'll go to hell."

   "Why?"

   "Well, for one your not married, and you can't marry your little sister?" Which begged the FAQ:

   "Why?" He didn't even have all his teeth yet.

   "Uh!" At least she stopped crying, sucking on my pinky instead, "Because God said no."

   "Books," he said, and went and got them.  He can't read, he's in 1st grade, but that's just like ABCs, and drawing letters for practice.  Not like nouns, and verbs, and sentence structure stuff, he can't even spell his name right, most times.  So, he had no idea those weren't story books he found.  They're dirty magazines, my dad is a good Christian, and so's my aunt, but she made him go to Church.  So, I watched their kids on Sundays, so they didn't have to worry about her crying.  In church, it got me out of it, I'm a atheist.

   It's just stories, but I was still in elementary, so I didn't even know what Incest was.  Or it was called that, until I started reading the stories.  Family Secrets, I knew it was wrong, before I even read it.  In the stories, not every one, but a lot of them said that.  Like: "I knew it was wrong.  Looking at my step-daughter naked, and getting hard.  What I was thinking about doing to her, and jerking off.  Thinking about her hot young pussy, and cumming, up that tight teenage twat."

   My uncle, he had Family Touch too.  Pictures, they said where 18 years old.  The models, many of them looked a lot younger, but still teenage.  At least middle school, and they shaved.  I guessed, I wasn't even 13 yet, and I had enough hair you could see it, but I didn't.  Shave, I tried it, but cut myself, so I stopped.  My legs are a lot easier, and I wasn't that hairy.  My cousins didn't know what they're doing, just looking at the pictures, and doing what they saw, but I sure did.  It was wrong, incest, and I told them, but then I started reading them.

   To him, for nap time, I changed it from "My sister," to "My wife," so the stories were about moms, and dads, so we started playing that.  I married him, because I said you have to be married, and you can't marry your sister, but I knew that ment you can't marry your cousin, neither.  It was just pretend, play wedding, the baby sat up in all the dolls, and animals, and I said "With the power vested in me," but I didn't really have none.

   "I Have the Power!" He held up his hands, like He-Man.

   I giggled, and put his hands down.  Said "You may kiss the bride," but I bent down, and kissed him.  Then, I pulled my shirt up so the baby could suckle, till she fell asleep.  With the dirty book, I pretended to read it, but I made most of it up.  It gave me ideas, but I read this one already. All of them, but it had a couple pictures.

   To show him, I got up.  "Then, we put the baby to bed..." I set her in the crib, "Then, on our wedding night." He had a little kid bed, it's not big enough for both of us.  To sleep together, so we didn't, we just had sex.

   Oh, I read what it said about Sowing Seed.  In the Gospels, all 3 of them, but it didn't matter.  He didn't even have all his teeth yet, so he wasn't sowing any seed anywhere.  Besides, right after that Jesus said the seed was the word of God, not jism.  Silly, I guess the preacher got it wrong, but he's not God, Jesus, nor a profit.  He's a man, and men are fallible.  It says it right there, when a man hears the Word and doesn't understand it, Satan comes and snatches it from his heart.  Just like the crows on the wayside, don't believe me?  Look it up.

   I put the stories down, since I couldn't talk, and suck on him at the same time.  To get him hard, but I like that it gets nice and wet.  Slipping through my mouth so skin covers the end, then the head peeks out like a worm.  I read about pussy eating, in another one.  About a lesbian mother, teaching her daughter, or that was the best one.  I learned the most about it from, I tried it on the baby, but she peed.  Which was gross, but she's so much better at it.  Like the story said, nobody does it as good as a good little girl.  "Yeah, suck it.  Suck it good." My clit, especially when he sucks it out, then it pops back in.  The skin, and the fat on top.

   Where my pubes are growing out, I like them now.  Playing with them, in front of his nose sucking my clit in and out, but not as good as his sister. She's already out, for naptime, but she got my nipples nice and slippery too.  They grew first, before I even got my period, they got swollen, and ached a little until I massaged them.  I guess that was the first sexy thing.  I remember, waking up feeling them.  Swollen, but that made them hurt less, and even feel good until I got my period, and they stopped hurting.

   "Huh!" The nice thing about him sucking me is he went soft.  So, I had to suck it hard again, but I already flipped ahead.  I don't really have a brother of my own, but the next one had a brother, and sister.  Doing it, but I changed it when he got hard, and I showed him.  "Then, he made me his wife."

   He made me wet, sticking his tongue in, and wiggling it around like I told him.  Now, he was hard, and wet too.  So, I turned around, and sat on him.  I had to feel it, and it said she fucked him.  In the story, but he was to little.  I figured out, if I was careful, and got it wet enough in there, I could stick my finger in without breaking it.  My cherry, and some of my fingers are bigger then his dick.

   And they got bones in them, I don't know why they call it a boner when it doesn't even get that hard, really.  Barely hard enough to put it in me, but I can feel it with my cherry.

   "Oh, yeah!  God damn yes, I'm cumming!" Not really, but that's what you say.  It's just pretend, but before he went soft, and slipped back out.  Fell on his tummy, where it sticks out like a chin, and crawls back in the skin like a shy worm.

   "Mh, hm!" I tried to suck him hard again, but he fell asleep.  So, I checked on the baby.

   If I'm careful, I can get her diaper off without her waking up.  I'm gonna make her a lesbian, when she gets a little older, and understands words.  Potty train her first, that's no way to get it wet, but I'm already wet, so I took her in the living room, and got on the couch with her.

   She can suck me off, though.  In her sleep, but when she wakes up, I just hold her to my nipples, and feel their spit in with my fingers.

   I can get off.  I don't cum, hell my cousins don't, but I can get an orgasm.  It just takes a while, but I like it.  Hours, or more then an hour left, before they get home.

   "Yeah," I would never, let them catch me.  "Nmh, yeah!" Like this.  "HhHhHhH!  Heah."

   I'm gonna do it.  Some day, I'm gonna fuck him.  My uncle, I bet it's to big, though.  For me, I mean I seen it, but never hard, and they get bigger when there hard.  I'm not even a teenager yet, but I can get 2 in.  Finally, it takes a while, but I bet if I keep working at it, I can get 3 in today.

   Unless they get home early.]

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   {...Or at least that's how they always told them.  In Family Secrets Magazine, when I read them as a kid.  That's why I write these, to illustrate the Abusers, and their excuses.  It's not my fantasy, it's just the one I grew up with.  None of the sexual action actually happened, that I am aware of.  AFAIK, it was all just Covert Incest...}

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[   "Uncle" {Mfam NS}

   I read it, in the den.  Well, the fantasies she'd written so far, at least I thought the're fantasies, but by the time I figured out what to look for, it was to late.  My wife was in bed, with the baby, but my son was still up, so I asked him about it.

   Of course not, she wrote [Dear Family Secrets,] but she made it all up.  I asked him, if he ever saw any magazines, with people naked in them.  Then I asked if his cousin showed him any, or did anything with him.  In his underpants, or if she even made him take them off.  He couldn't even remember ever seeing her naked, or being naked around her.  Even to piss, he was potty trained, before she even started watching them on Sundays.  Their church, some weird kind of Baptists don't believe in teaching children, before they're baptized, or baptizing children.

   Apparently I misunderstood what they mean by Baptist, not that I payed much attention.  I asked if he played anything like that with his sister, but he just said that his cousin changed her.  "Dapa," of course, but even if he saw something, sexual, he could hardly understand it.

   I yawned, and sent him off to bed, but he was down for a nap when we got home anyway.  Maybe she's playing with herself, and writing nasty stories, stealing porn, and leaving her panties when she's supposed to be watching them, but at least she makes sure they're asleep, right?  She made it up, but if she was a lesbian, she'd lie about it, right?  Yeah, right, I tried it but it was gross.  I didn't get off on it, but she sure was better at sucking my clit.

   Because she's a girl, I think I remember something like that in the Twincest sister story, anyway.  Right, nobody could ever know it better, because they're twins, and been 69ing for years, but the very idea, of her just playing with her up on the couch.  In the living room, writing nasty stories about sucking her cunt when she changed her diapers, and making her suck her until she got off.

   "Nh, uH!" I covered it up, and felt it pump out in my hands.  Like blood, in pulses out of time with the thudding in my ears.  Holding my breath, and then gasping for it so the rush of oxygen intensified, and prolonged the orgasmic sensation.  "Huh!"

   Fantasizing about molesting them, teaching them to have sex, and playing mommy games with them, but Junior never even heard of playing Mom and dad, getting married, or anything.  It was just fantasies, it says they pay for submissions if they publish them, but if you read the fine print, it's Copywrite their publisher.  Still, a hundred bucks must seem like a lot of money when you're that young, and babysitting for 20s.

   [It just gets boring, waiting for us to get home, when the kids are
down, and she can't turn the TV on without waking up the baby.]

   Just need to rewrite it a little.]

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   {One thing that always bothered me, other than the standard "She came onto me!" excuses was how perfectly everything lined up, like ages.  I guess if you're fantasizing to jerk off, you don't really care about writing a 5, 10, 15, and 20 yo getting insexed, as long as it's incestuous.  They don't publish shit like this, any more.  AFAICT, I never even saw them in the stores, being too young to go in with dad, so I assume they're on the rotating racks just like they have the Bears, Dyke, Crossdresser, and Tranny Action comics, and erotic storiy collections today, between the wall racks of glossy pictoral porn that sells better, but some people preferred to read stories back then.

   Men, and women, for various reasons, not the least of which that stories about children don't directly involve real kids like taking pictures of them would.  That, and it can be as perfect as your fantasy, she can be as pretty as you like, and you can have the biggest dick you imagine.  Or 36 Ds when you're 15, even when you're 11, or 12 when you write it...}

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[  Insister (gbfM Nice Fant.)

   Daddy took mom to work, but it takes like an hour to go there, and come back with dinner.  They both work, 3 mouths to feed, but I figured out the cable password.  We're supposed to stay in bed, but I got my brother from his room.  Since I had the TV and VCR.

   [Star Virgins] It's Sci Fi!  Okay, they dress up and pretend, somebody made a set up to look like a crappy space-ship, I don't care about Buck Naked, as long as he gets Buck Naked.  With Flash Johnson, these weren't R Rated like on cable.  XXX, so I should have been 18 to look at it, much
less my little brother, and his little sister.

   Half brother, and sister, I guess, different dad, but I call him daddy too.  Anyway, he's better looking then my real dad, and richer so he didn't have to run out on mom, and stiff her on Child Support.  Why she's got to work, I'm glad cause that leaves us alone when we go to bed.

   Brad is almost 10, and he's not shooting blanks no more.  He likes the movie, so I just let him watch it, and sucked it slow so he didn't cum too quick.  While Babs got down between my legs.  She potty trained, and that was great.  I get to see her pee, all the time.  She still wipes it, before the pee even starts coming out, and keeps running her wet fingers back and forth through her little babycunt.  Still like a baby, baby fat, with a cute little face, and big round cheeks feel soft between my thighs, while the music speeds up.  The base gets wacky, so they ooh, and ah louder over it.

   He didn't even knock.  Didn't have to, it wasn't even locked.  His house, I bet he knew all along.  I caught him first, peeking in on the two of them.  Whatever they were doing in there, but he rubbed his hardon in his pants.  I saw it, but he hurried off when he heard me.  Giggling on the stairs, he just slammed the door, and I guess got it out.  To finish it, I wish he stayed, but this time Brad was so proud.

   "Look dad," No hands, "See?"

   "Ngh!" I turned away when the first splash hit my chin.  He must've turned, or aimed it, because the rest shot out, hot all over my burning chest.  Ran down between my big round heavy tits, but I waited till I heard him.

   "The fuck?"

   "Nhhhhh!"

   Babs stopped, sat up, and turned around to look, but it was too late.  I slipped my fingers in my dripping gash to feel the muscle flex.  Pull my pussy tight under the tip of my middle finger.  Almost slipping in, to touch my cherry.

   Yup, it's still there, I saved it for him.]

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[   Uncle "Daddy." (Mg Ince Fant)

   It's not like we're related.  I caught her, this time she showed up early, and I found her down in the basement while my wife took care of the kids upstairs.  She's really my niece, but by marriage.  She likes calling me daddy, and teased me.  Leaving her stories, like notes for me to find them.  It wasn't my wife, she would never, and just looking at the hand writing, you could tell it was a smaller hand.

   Younger, in the way she writes as much as the little Hears, and such she embellishes it with.  The dirty little pictures doodled in the gloss, next to the red line to cut off her crammed little paragraphs.  All she got wrong in her inexperience, but she doesn't want to take them home.  Where she could get caught with them, so I hide them down here.  My wife doesn't come down here, as long as I bring the dishes up, and take out the trash.

   She has her space too, I don't bother her while she's in there sewing, and she doesn't care when I talk about my computers, and more than I do about cross stitch.  Whatever that is, but I never caught her at it.  She wasn't supposed to be there, so I ducked back up the stairs, and locked the door from the inside.

   Lazy about it, stark naked, but bent over the notebook at the drafting table.  Cute little tits, not shy about them, not even an A cup, so she has to go out of her way to show them off.  In those modest blouses, long skirts over the knees, her long hair draped over the front, and her narrow shoulders.  Certainly not like this, even the hair pulled back, and tied on the side, and hanging beside her arm.

   Slutting around without her underwear, stinking them up with sex, then stuffing them down.  Deep in the couch, beneath the cushions, so I had to sniff them out to find the corner to dig deeper.

   Subtle!  Sneaky, I guess it's just her way of seducing me.  I understand, it can be intimidating, coming to a grownup, and trying to talk about these adult urges.  Sexual urges, she doesn't know what to do, and porn certainly isn't a healthy education.

   "Huh!" she dropped the pencil, "You gonna just stand there and watch me, or you wanna come in here, and give me a hand with this?"

   Like an echo, not really De Ja Vue, but I only read that before.  "You want a hand with that?" where she got it from, we ready the same stories.

   Fantasies, until then.

   "My family's here."

   "I know," she took my hand.  Standing, naked in front of me, and lifting it to my chest.  "That's what makes it so hot."

   She took my other hand, and put it between her legs.

   I made excuses, put it off, and played hard to get.  I know it's wrong, and I should have been stronger than that, but I didn't kick her out of bed. There wasn't even a bed to kick her out of, so we made do with the
sofa.

   The leather one, in the corner of the den.  Maybe I should get a hide-a-bed down here.

   "Cummon," she sat me down first, twisted sideways on the cushion, so it rubbed against her twisting naked bottom.  "Daddy," Her legs, spread wide open, and leaning back to let her hair hang behind her.  Stretching out over the arm of the couch.]

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   [Daddy (G/M Exhi/Voye.  F Somn)

   "Huh!" I crawled out of bed, and let the night wood relax.  To hang over the toilet, closed my eyes, and just listened to the piss chuckle in the bowl.  Flushed, and washed my hands, then stopped.

   Hand towel over the door-knob, I turned back to hang it.  By feel, but she had the covers pulled back.

   To bunch behind her, she had a nitemare, but must have woken up when I slipped out of bed.

   The middle of the night, I turned off the light, but the glow from my bedside payed down over her night gown.

   She turned over, to face the bathroom, but pulled up the hem.  I couldn't see between her legs, with them up beside her, but the neat short patch of curls dissappeared after a momentarily flash to show me that she hadn't worn underpants.  I held my breath, immediately hard again, and watched her.

   Quietly, her mother sawing logs behind her.  In the shadow, I couldn't see her, but she drowned out any sound we might make.

   "SNH?" She bit her lip, and stopped.  Rubbing the satin between her legs, and relaxed her grip.  On the side of her chest, she grinned, biting her lip, and her eyes flashed open in surprise.

   Until my wife turned over, snorted, and eventally went back to snoring. More quietly, but she looked down.  At the front of my pants, and she smiled brightly when I pushed the tent pole back up.

   "Ngh!" I couldn't keep my eyes open.

   "HhHhH!" She let out the breath, she must have been holding, and tried not to gasp.

   I closed the door, as quietly as I could.  So, I didn't grunt loud enough to wake her.

   "Huh!" Finally it stopped.  "Huh!" I wet a washcloth, but I didn't have any pajama bottoms in here.  Not ones that weren't shamefully full of jizz, from watching her play with herself.

   In my bed, right next to her mother.  she scooted back when I got back under the covers.

   All cleaned up, and dried off.  My shorts stuffed deep into the hamper, but at least I didn't have to worry about anything sticking out.

   Poking against her bottom, through the silky material she pulled down modestly to snuggle up against me.

   I drifted back off to sleep, and told myself it was just a dream.]

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   Denice (Pun intentional.)

   "Fuck," ing, "Uh!" He slipped out, so I pulled off the rubber before he finished.

   "Uh, huh!"

   "Coward!" Eyes squeezed tight, for the pornstar facial.  "Huh!" I wiped it of with my hands, and rubbed them on my chest to get my tits wet, and slip my nipples through my fingertips.  "Fuck me."

   "I can't." he pulled his underwear up.

   "Ngh, with your fingertips, dickless.  It's not fair, you can't hold it long enough to get me off, but I wanna cum too, and my fingers are all spermy.  You want me to get pregnant?  Touch me, daddy.  Fingerfuck me till I cum!"

   This is the best part.  I got him by the balls.  Figuratively speaking, but I learned something they don't write about in the stories.  Well, for one, I'm not even a teenager yet, so if anyone goes to jail it's him.  My juvie record gets sealed when I turn 16, and I got almost 5 years to do whatever I want till then.

   "Nh, yeah.  Stick some in.  I said fingerfuck me.  It ain't that big, but one's not gonna do it daddy.  You got yours, so gimme mine now."

   They didn't say that when he gets off, he'll do anything I say.  Guilt, I guess.

   "Nyeah, suck my titty.  Yeah," suck your cum off my nipple, "Harder, suck it harder, yeah!"

   Now he had pictures, what's the number for 9-11 again?

   "NhHhnyeah!" I bet I can cry.  Bite my tongue or something just to break the tears out, telling them how my uncle fucked me.  "Oh, fuck yeah!  Harder, deeper, and harder." I grabbed his wrist, "You can give me all 4, I can take it." Ever since he broke my cherry, I made sure it was on my period, so it didn't look suspicious when I left the bandage for mom to find it.  "UhHuHuHUH UH!" Like a cat with a present.  "Yes, see?"

   I'm not a little girl no more.  Not your little girl, you prudish bitch, as if I ever was that innocent, little.  Thing, she dressed me up as.

   "Ah, God!" Blaspheme, "Um, fucking.  Mary, yeah!" I fell back, panting, and he slipped his fingers out.

   "Ngh!" I wiped my mouth, and rested my hand on my bangs.  "Fuck, thanks. Can you get me a beer."

   "Now."

   "Hihihn!  Don't make me get up, you think it was junior stealing them? Get me a beer, I'm thirsty.  And my smokes, out of my purse."

   "Okay," he handed them over.

   "Themks." I puffed, took a drag, and settled back.  "Khah!" He dropped the lid in the trash can, and went up to take a shower.

   "Huh!" So much better than little boys and babies.  "Fuck yeah!"

   He just needs to lean to hold it.

   "Uh!" I need a dildo too.  I forgot to ask him, but I wonder if he'll get jealous, or be grateful he doesn't have to satisfy me?

   "Yeah," a big one.  Bigger then him, so he can losten me up, then watch me take it.  A 6 incher, or maybe one of those double dongs, but if they make them with balls I never seen them.

   "Fuck it," literally.  He can get me both, and suck one while I fuck another.  Or the other end, "Yeah!" We can suck it together, while I finish what he started.

   As soon as he gets off, I can make him do whatever I want.

   I just need to figure out what I want to make him do.

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Author

They're co writing this, which is to say that most of the sexual action is Dictated to him.  Because he sucks at it, why he balked when he got her naked, on the couch in his "Mancave." No idea what to do with it.  In the order they're written, not submitted to the Incest story magazines.  (Several)

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   [Step-Father (M"f" "Teen" Fant.)

   I knew when I married her mom, Denise was.  Not shy, at all.  About her body, a teenager but one of those.  That get so excited when they start getting teenage things, like boobies.

   I just didn't expect her to walk around in her underwear.  Her mother is such a prude by comparison.  Tries to keep her from dressing, "So slutty." The way she says it, I wouldn't call her a slut.

   She's a virgin.  Let's just say I believe her, that's the opposite of a slut, right?  She mentioned that she babysit too, but I had no idea that she was taking pictures.  Until I caught her, with them.

   Polaroid, I'd seen her with them, but not like that.  He's only 13, which is just 5 years younger, but, those 5 years.  Between being pretty much a boy, and almost a man, like she was almost 18, and more sexual.  Sexually precocious, than I imagined.

   Not so much in front of her mother, or me for that matter.  But the first time, she was out shopping, and her daughter took a shower.  She came out in a towel, and a pair of underpants.  The towel would have covered a lot more if she didn't wrap it around her hair, but she just went right across to her room, picked up a bra, and started putting it on.

   "At least shut the door," I reached in, and pulled it for her.

   "I get enough of that from mom, and I thought you're cool." She turned it around her ribs, and pulled the straps up her arms.  Pulled the cups out, then lifted them up.  Shook them a little until the surprisingly ample globes settled in.  "You are," I stepped back, "Cool aren't you?"

   Looking up, she smiled, and blushed.  I didn't slam the door in her face, but I went in the bedroom.  Just paced until I settled down, instead of jerking off.  Listening at her door, as if I had to as loud as she moaned, and squeeled in there.

   "Huh!" I just went down to the living room, and put some music on.  Until she came down.  Fully clothed, but I saw those underwear again.  In the top of the hamper, the next day, and they stank so much I had to push them down, and pile more dirty clothes on top of them.

   Didn't get the vision out of my head, of her wearing them.  Topless, then hearing her obviously playing with herself.  With the towel over her pillow, with her damp dark spread out over it.  Her long thin hairless thighs up, and spread open to the neatly trimmed pantiline.

   Feeling them in her hands, squeezing them till the nipples bulged out, to pinch and twist them, then running her hands down her taut teen tummy. Panting, bouncing like a trampoline, then running her fingertips through her pubes.

   So deep the mons rolled down, puffing the young smooth lips out, and slipping her fingertip between them.  Moaning, sideways on the bed to face the old style keyhole.  We don't even have the key for it, so it's not unlocked, I could have just walked across the hall any time to push it wide open.

   My pants already open, desperately beating myself, hard as a rock instead of just slapping the sides of the seat, and rolling my balls back and forth on the cold white tile.

   "Ngh!  Yeah!"

   I don't know how much longer I can stand it, but I don't like what I saw in those pictures.  He's only 13, and his little sister is just 8.

   "HhuhH!"]

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Authors

   Note that they skip past the awkward experimental teenage fumbling, because they wouldn't write it like that.  That's not their fantasy, "Age Play," beyond her babysitting his kids, and threatening to molest them, because the babysitter gig isn't fantastic enough for them.  She'd rather imagine something better, like a pervy step-father.

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   Big "Sister"

   ["UH!" She stomped off.  Choir practice, after church, but I was watching her little sister.  Always wanted one, but babies don't count.  You have to teach them everything, and it takes so long.  "Stupid babies."

   She sobbed, in her hands, and ran down the aisle.  I pulled my skirt down, before she even made it out of the choir box, and followed her out the double doors.  She ran up the stairs, to the balcony.  Where the Organ lady sits, and there's a sound board, but the pipes are across the sanctuary.

   "Oh," she curled up in the corner, "Are you okay?" I need a name, "Esmarelda?" Rings a bell.

   "Hihihihn!" I sat down hugged her.  "Here," I felt under her hair.  "How do you wear these things?"

   The robe, it's like a tent, but I found the snaps in back, and helped her out of it.  Her hair flopped back down, and I smelled it.  "Snh, feel better?" I read, "Polyester, doesn't it get hot?"

   "Mhm?" She nodded, but looked up.  "SNH!" Eyes shiny with tears, and wet cheeks red with blood.  Mine pounded in my heart, "Doesn't it get hot?"

   "Especially in summer."

   "I bet!" I unbuckled my shoes, "I hate these shoes," one, "Two!"

   "Hihihn, yeah." She took hers off.

   "Especially in pantie hose," I rubbed her leg, "Like it's winter, uh!"

   I saw them, when her skirt flopped up.  On the playground, not tights, or kneehigh socks.  White pantie hose, and panties under it.  Her cute little butt shake, before the skirt flopped back down.

   "You know what's the worst, is the underwear." I leaned over, and twisted.  Away from her, "Can you unhook my bra?"

   "Um," she felt it, through the back of my blouse.  "Not really."

   "You do it for your sister?  Don't worry about your mean old sister, huh! I wish I had a nice little sister, like you.  To help my with these things." Unbuttoned down 3, "Here," I pulled it over my head.  "So you can see what you're doing.  "Huh!" I rubbed them, under the cups, and felt the strap lines around them.  "Thanks." I flopped my hair back over my bare back, and pulled off my blouse.

   "Hihn why'd you take your top off?"

   "I can't get my bra off, see, the straps?"

   She stared, "Oh." Looked up.

   "Don't you help your sister get undressed?"

   "No, she kicks me out, or changes in the bathroom."

   "Well," I kept rubbing the lines, in front.  "I can't wait to get home, and take this damned thing off." I threw it in the corner.  Of the low wall, overlooking Jesus, the Pulpit, Alter, Baptismal Font, and everything. "You're so lucky you don't have to wear them.

   She just reached out, touched the line.  Across the inside of the top of my boob.  I pulled it extra tight, I really like the feel of a tight bra, squeezing them, but I don't tell her that.

   "I had no idea, they hurt."

   "Don't you hate wearing pantie hose in summer?"

   "Yeah." She looked over at the bright red lace of my nicest bra.  I got a raise, on my allowance.  You know, since I started watching 3 days a week, for summer.  Every other day, but seeing them like that, every other day.  They didn't get old, fast enough for me, and my boss is no fun, neither.  If I'm gonna do porn, I better get bisexual, and if I want to get bisexual, a need a girl closer to my age.

   "You like them?" I cupped her fingers around my burning titties.  "Huh! I'm still too hot."

   But she had her pantie hose off, so I slipped the matching panties down, and kicked them off.  With the bra, she got a good look under my flipped up skirt.

   "Hihin!" she giggled.  "Youw haiwy!" Between her fingers.

   "Yeah, you'll get hairy when you get your period, too."

   "What's that?"

   "That's how you know you're starting to grow up.  You start bleeding, in here." I skooted out, and showed her.  "It went away, but.  Mh!  Now it feels really good, when I do this."

   Her hands slipped down, slowly from her mouth.  Hanging open, and her cheeks were red as apples, staring.  "What's wrong, you never seen a pussy before?"

   She shook her head, was she going to start drooling.

   "Ngah!" I swirled my fingertip around the top.  "Hh, well, you can do this, when you're older." I took here hand.  "Here," slipped my other one under her skirt.  "Let me show you."

   Pulled at the plain white cotton of her panties.  I like them, better. He didn't get the new ones, my birthday underwear for me.  He just likes to take pictures of them, and me.  Taking them off, and jerk off in them.  "Hhn, yeah!" I felt down, deeper.  "It's wetter down here.  Feel it?  Nyeah! It's even hotter, and wetter inside.  Yeah, stick your finger in there, ohyeAH!"

   I can't keep quiet, but the time I remembered where we were, I had to cover my mouth, and just squeeled in it.  "SNH!" I lay back.

   She giggled, "Are you all right?"

   "Hn, meah!" I squirmed a little.  "That was good, you did real good."

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[   Daddy (f/M D/s...)

   Oh well, at least she's not my daughter?  Not really, no relation, but she's getting sick of the whole "Daddy" thing, and it's a good thing my wife lost interest, while she's weening anyway.  I don't mind what it did to her tits, but I like Deneice's cute little Bs.  She likes me groping, and sucking them, but if you heard the filthy shit that cums out of her mouth.

   "Okay," she looked excited, "New fantasy." Wrote like a page, and a half. I'd read it later, but.  "I got pictures!"

   "What did you do?" I need to take that camera away.  "Look, if you get busted, then the police start asking around..." It's not like she was a virgin, "And how old is she, anyway?"

   "Eleven?  Uh!" she rolled her eyes, "She's just a late bloomer, but she just got her period, and messed up her nice white panties, so I went over to her house, and let her try them on."

   "And took pictures," my hands shook, but I have to admit they do look good on her pale skinny little body.  I traced my thumbnail down the bone in a hip she had shot out, pulling the bright red lacey straps across it, and the triangular side over the buttock I could see.  I filled to the next one.

   "Yeah," she sat down, "So, I thought you'd better hold onto them for me." Next to me, naked, rubbing my lap.

   "Look, huh!  If you want a girlfriend now, that's okay, but.  You're not seeing any guys, are you?"

   "Nah.  Why," she found it, "You think I should?" Hard, and slipped it up from my pantleg.

   "Huh," Eyes closed, "I mean, I like my cum, you know that."

   "Nhihihm!  Is that what you're afraid of?"

   She turned her head, so her head slipped over, and draped across the other side.  Licked her lips, and bit her tongue.

   "Cleaning up after some other guy?"

   "Uh!" the sides caught in the zipper, but since she shaved me, at least there's no hairs to get caught in it.

   "Or, maybe I'll find another man, with a bigger dick?" She squeezed it, but tucked the waistband of my underpants under, and pulled her hand out. My balls rolled out, with her fingers, and she gave it a couple pumps. Rolling her tongue to the other side of her grin.  "Siph!" A little drool. "You want to talk about this later?"

   I nodded, and she looked back down, but her mouth was already open, and she let her tongue out, on the way down.  Another drop of drool dripped, from the pointed tip, and I felt is splash a moment before she ran it up the cleft in her fist, and swirled it around the drop clinging to the tip. "Mmh, good." She licked her lips, then kissed it, and sucked it in to the back of her throat.

   She didn't gag, just sucked her cheeks in, and pulled is slowly out, so they rubbed the sides between her teeth, and the head throbbed with my pulse against her tongue.

   "Oh!" Kay, not a total virgin.  I don't care what they say in the stories, but a virgin can't suck a dick like that.

   "SPOB!  Ngeah!" She gasped, "Can't east a pussy worth a shit, though."

   She climbed up, and put her knees on my shoulders.

   As if anyone would believe me.

   I can just wonder at how I ever got so lucky.

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   Little fugue

"Hihn!" The church was so empty.  The sound guy climbed down from his ladder.  By the new speaker, stuck up on a pole in the corner.  I put my head down, shuffled with my sister next to me.

   She's a bad girl, bigger then me, but I like wearing nothing but our underwear under the robes.  To the choir box, I looked up at the 2 mics hanging down in front, like spiders.
 
   "Hm," he tugged at his collar.

   "Relax, father." She pulled it out.  "It's not Sunday, and you've been working so hard on this.  Here." I held the little door for him, "Why don't you sit down, take a break."

   She unbuttoned his shirt, worked her way down.  Pulled her legs up, between them.

   "Hhihn!" I blinked, shook my head.  He's not the real paster, any more then her real father, it's just.  You know how they had it in the news?

   Well, "Our old priest," she spread the front over the ribs of his white tanktop.  "Well, you know, we don't talk about why he had to move to another dioscese, but." Rubbed it over the hair of his chest, "Ever since then, you've done so much to update the church, and.  We're just so grateful."

   "Uh huh?" He nodded.

   "Yeah, huh!  I just wish there was some way, we could show our appreciation."

   "Oh," show.  That's my que.  To pull the snaps behind my collar, and pull up the robe.  Let my hair fall through it, and feel the rush of cool air under it.  "Huh!"

   I leaned back, on the end of the bench.  Pew, really, and giggled at the goose-bumps.  Tickling up my chest, and down my shoulders.  Felt my nipples harden on the sides, with my fingertips.  "You don't mind," it slid off on the floor, "If I take mine off." She pulled one of the snaps.  "These damned things, are just so hot." The other one.

   "Nn noh?" He shook his head, but she slithered out of it.  Slowly like a snake.

   "Huh!" It piled in his lap.  "Don't worry," she scooted over, "You don't have to touch us." Looked back.  I felt around for the catch on her bra strap.  "You can just watch," she nodded.

   He didn't just watch.  He got out the camera, but I ignored the clicks, and whirrs.  As soon as she turned back to me, and felt down my tummy, I didn't care.

   "Ngeah!" She slipped her fingers in, "You're nice and hot, too."

   "Yeah!" And the sound of his fist, slapping his pant leg.

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Over-written, because of how badly and unbelievably written they were, back in the day.

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[   Different Folks (MF Matr.  Ffg Saph Fant.)

   "Huh!" He rolled off, and the covers slipped back down.  From sitting up, I covered myself before he turned on the light.

   "What's wrong?" I clutched them to my bosom, and felt his muscular back. "Is it, your wife?"

   His first, I still feel a little guilty.  Having met him at her funeral, but he was grieving, and I tried to comfort him.  One thing lead to another, but still.  I have to admit it was inappropriate.

   "Huh," he shook his head, "I just.  Don't you think it's a little boring."

   "When we make love?" This again, "Of course not.  It's wonderful, it's always wonderful with you."

   "Snh!" He pulled up his pants, "I need some fresh air."

   To smoke, he know I don't approve, but after that.  At least he's an adult, but his daughter.  She's only 14, and while I suppose there is no proper age to start, "It's never too late to quit."

   "Yeah, right." He pulled the door, so I could get up.

   I'm still a little shaken, is all.  I'm sure she just did it to upset me, but.  "Well?" I need a shower.  "Huh!" I took my robe to wear out, when he comes back.  I know, he wants to see me.  "All of you," he says, but I'm just not comfortable with it.  It's not him, anyone, looking at my body.  Naked, he says I have a terrific figure, but I wasn't raised like that.

   Not like Denise.  Must be her mother, I can't imagine all the perverted things she did to him, before she killed herself.  Now, she's burning in hell, and I have a chance to redeem him.  From that, the sins of the flesh, and to have good decent children.

   She's already damned, unrepentant, a lesbian.  I wouldn't have believed her, she was just trying to shock me, where it not for catching her with another girl.  And a camera, "We were just playing dressup!" But with lingerie, sick sexy underwear that hung loose on the little girl's figure. The cups puffed out on her flat chest, pulling it tight behind her while she held the underpants at her hips.

   Swaying to the music, Madonna.  How is it even legal, for girls to listen to that smut, so young?

   I recognized her, from church.  Bad enough, she's practicing such sexual perversions, but now she's teaching it to girls, at church?

   I knew she was trouble, her mother.  She was always trouble, even our church couldn't save her, but now.  I fear her daughter is even worse.

   He just looked so handsome.  Even in his grief, with his nice suit, loosening his tie to clear his throat.  He broke down, right there by the casket, and the garland.  Around the picture of the woman who never deserved his love.  The harlot, and slut, who raised her daughter to be a filthy homosexual.

   Just thinking about it makes me feel sick, and dirty.

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Father Figure

   I asked them, what kind of church this was.  "Apastolic," just like it said out front.  I'm not up on my sects, but it's a weird combination of Baptist soul-saving, and puritanism.  They called me a "Convert," told me, "It's not so much conversion from Atheism as from a state of sin to a spiritual awakening." So, add new-age spiritualism to the mix.

   Whatever, I love my wife.  If it means that much to her, it's not like a cult or anything.  King James version.  I was raised Episcopalian, so I even recognize the hymns.  "Hmn!"

   "Thanks be to god."

   It's not like they speak in tongues, or play with snakes.  It's just, weird to me.  I guess.

   "Hihn!" I glanced over at my new step daughter, reminiscing about the first service.  Our wedding, which was nice.  Enough, her parents payed for most of the reception, which left more for the honeymoon.

   I can't help but feel a little disappointed, you'd think that for a mother, of a teenager, and widow, that she'd be less like.  Well, a virgin, no cherry of course but.

   "Mhn!" She bit her lips, but the way she held the hymnal in her lap.  Between her legs really, and pushed her skirt in.  "Nh, hm!" Her eyes closed, in the back corner of the Sanctuary.  Against the end of the pew, but for the life of me.  If I didn't know any better, I'd think.  "HhHhH!"

   'Denise?'

   "Mhm?" She blinked, and grinned.  Still biting the corner of her her lip, until it popped out.

   'this is a house of god!' I looked back, 'if your mother caught you.'

   "Hihn!" She just, fainted?  I'm not sure, but I even caught her.  So she didn't just slip out of the pew.

   "Let us pray." I kicked the footboard down, to kneel, but I had to brush her hand off.  Behind me, but she took it.  Grinning sinfully, she held it to her skirt.  Brushed the back of my fingers, and knuckles over her hip, until I felt the line of her underpants, tight over her buttock.

   "Peace of the lord be with you."

   We got up, "And also with you."

   That always bothered me, that they said that backwards.  Now, I had more important things to worry about.  Like my 14 yo step-daughter.  Hitting on me, I just thought she was flirty, and acted immodest to challenge her mother, but now I had to think there was something more.

   And hold the hymnal over my lap.  Up against my belt, and the shirt tucked into it.  To hide the shameful reaction to this.  Terribly inappropriate behavior in church.  I can't say I was ever so much of a faithful believer, but still.

   It even shocked me a little, how shamelessly she flaunted it.

   "Hm!" Back in the pew, she once again gripped the hymnal in her skirt.  Pushed it back, between her hands.  Folded as if in prayer, but I didn't want to make a scene.

   "Ahem," I leaned forward.  So, her mother couldn't see.  Arms up on the back of the next pew, it covered my lap too.

   The tiny hand feeling, over my thigh, and squeezing it.  Through my pant leg, but the gentle insistent stoking slipped the gabradine over the cotton of my boxers, and I could hardly believe this was happening.

   This was really happening, she was fondling me in church, right next to he mother!  "NUh, khough!" I covered my mouth, and the reflexive grunt as it burst out to wet my shorts.

   "Are you all right," she rubbed my back, "Dear?"

   "Yeah," I got up, "Let me out."

   Denise just swiveled her knees, against the pew.  Well, not just that, but turning to follow me, she grinned and winked.  Away from her mother, where she couldn't see.  I just ran to the restroom before it started to stick, or soak through.

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   We dropped off Denise.  "Come on," he put his arm over my shoulder, "Let's go for a drive."

   Hoping she'd stay out of trouble, I watched her skip up the steps.  The pleated skirt swinging over the slip, but barely enough to reveal the tops of her socks.  Bet she can't wait to slip into something slutty, and show off for the neighborhood boys.

   "Relax," he took my hand, from my lap.  Slipping his fingers between mine, he squeezed it, and I held it in both of mine.  "Huh!  I need to ask you something.  I'm sorry, if it might be painful, but.  I have to ask."

   "What is it?" The upset in his face was heartbreaking, but he drove up a hill first.  Overlooking the town from there, I knew it was a makeout spot, but I'd never gone up here, of course.

   Stopping the motor, he he just turned, and picked up my hands, to kiss them.  "You know I love you," he searched my eyes, "Right?"

   "What's wrong?" I let go to feel his face.  Fresh shaved this morning, though I must admit I liked the roughness on his jaw.  Every Saturday night, the night we have set aside, to make love.

   "I don't want to hurt you, but it bothers me."

   "What?" I shook my head, "Huh!  What do you need to ask me so much?"

   He kissed me first, and held my face in his strong hands.

   "Where you, molested?" He held me, while I cried on his shoulder.  I couldn't say it, just nod silently, but it all came back.

   "Huh!" He patted my back.  "It's okay, it's not your fault, and I still love you." Then, when I got a hold of myself, he wiped my tears, and held my eyes in his.  He looked down.  "Me too.  It wasn't until today, I remembered."

   "When you broke down?"

   He looked away, "Yeah.  In church."

   "Is that how you lost your faith?"

   "Yeah." He kissed me again, and I thought.  Of course, that's where I found mine.  It drove me to, a place where I could feel safe.  Under the eyes of God, nothing so horrible could ever occur there.  Why it's called a Sanctuary.

   "I feel so much better."

   "Me too." He felt my lap.  My skirt up my legs, and I looked around.  "It's okay.  There's nobody here to see us.  Nobody here, but me, and I love you."

   I relaxed, a little.  In his arms, his big hands, his mouth on mine.  "Hihn!" I felt faint.

   "Here," he pulled at my underpants.  "Just scooch a little."

   It wasn't like that.  My first time, at all.  We weren't teenagers, sneaking out with the car, to fumble through our clothes.  I lifted my arms, let him pull my Sunday dress up over them.

   I covered myself.  I couldn't help it, here alone with my husband.  No one else could see me, but he embraced me.  Held me, and unhooked my brassiere.  "Relax." I slowly let my arms down, holding the cups in my hands, and let him slip the straps down my shoulders.

   I never let a man, touch me like that.  I couldn't, my first husband, nor him before, but now I could.

   It wasn't as frightening, confusing, sick and dirty as it was with her.  I just lay back, and relaxed.  Like he said while his hands spread my knees, so the underpants went tight between them.

   "Huh!  God!"

   "Amen." He smiled, and sucked in a nipple as his fingers cam to the end of my thighs, and felt between.

   "Oh, GOD!"

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Author

Note: Again, I'm not blaming any Church for this sort of thing happening.  If anything, it's just easier to hide, even without the Catholic shell-game of moving offendors to other diocese as part of a coverup.  That's conspiracy to commit pedorasto, which is bad, "Mmmmkay?"  ~Mr.  Mackey.

Just have to point something out with a question:  What's her name?  "My wife," or "Mom?"  I wrote her so anonymously, because this archive was basically used to have her husband arrested, and convicted of Possession of Child Pornography.  So, he wouldn't be believed, "No, I've never seen these before!  They must be hers!"

However, some of my recurring characters seem to prefer to hide in the Anabaptists, and post-Lutheran puritans for some reasons.  For centuries, "If religion can't make people moral, it certainly didn't make them immoral."

~The Morion

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