Confessions
By
Millie Dynamite
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The Neighbor
“Tell me about it,” the psychiatrist said.
“I don’t know,” I said. I didn’t like talking about it, it wasn’t anyone’s business, and I had no idea why this guy kept harping on me week after week to talk about it.
“You need to tell me about it,” he said. “You will feel much better after it’s all out in the open.”
I didn’t believe that, not for one minute. He was trying to trick me, but he wasn’t going to give up until he knew every last, dirty detail.
So, I confessed it all to him.
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That summer when I turned 12 was hot. It was nasty, sticky heat where the air suffocated because it was heavy with humidity. That day was no different than others, three days after my 12th birthday. Mr. Hale was watering his yard, I walked out to get the mail, and he waved at me. I liked him, he was a friendly older man, and always treated me nice. I walked to the curb, stepped off the sidewalk and turned to mailbox. After I got the mail out, I looked at Mr. Hale again and gave him a smile.
“You look quite lovely today, Rachel,” he said. “A real vision, but you look hot. Is the air-conditioner still not working over there?” Mr. Hale asked me.
“Yeah, still down, that’s why I wore this sundress, but it isn’t helping much,” I told him as I walked back toward my house.
“Tell you what,” he said turning off the hose and letting it fall to the grass. “Once you put your mail up, come over here and cool off in my house. I’ll fix you a tasty bowl of homemade ice cream.”
“Sounds great,” I said and rushed to put the mail where my mom could find it.
I knocked on his door and heard him holler from inside for me to come in. I walked into the room, it smelled of vanilla, a scented candle gave off a soft glow from its place on the mantle of his fireplace. On the coffee table there set a giant bowl of ice cubes and a small bowl of ice cream. He stepped into the hall from a room at the back of the house, his chest, face, and hair glistened with water. He had a towel in his hand drying himself. His chest and arms were massive, I hadn’t noticed that before as he always wore long sleeve shirts. I could make out tattoo’s covering his arms and even one on his chest. What they were I couldn’t quite make out in the darkness of the hall.
“Hot out there,” he said. “Go ahead, Rachel, eat your ice cream. I’ll join you in just a second.”
Lifting the bowel from the other, I ate the ice cream. Mr. Hale always made the best ice cream in the neighborhood. This batch was the best, maybe because I had been hot for a week. I wolfed down the dish, my brain freeze was intense, sat with my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands. I felt the cushion sink when Mr. Hale sat beside me. His big hand touched my head. My eyes shifted and saw swastikas, the letter’s SS, kill all niggers, Arian Brotherhood, and white purity tattooed on his arms and chest.
“Poor girl, you ate to fast,” he said.
“Yeah,” I said. Mr. Hale’s hand slid down to my back.
“Oh, child, you’re burning up,” he picked up an ice cube and ran it over my back and across my left shoulder. I sat up, and the ice cubes journey continued over my left collarbone, then the right. He moved it over my chest above the top of my dress. Gooseflesh rose over skin, it felt so good. “That a little better?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I stammered. “Thanks.”
He popped the ice in his mouth and cracked and crunched it. He leaned down and kissed my cheek letting the slushy stuff leak out over it. He licked it off my face and smiled.
“Did you like that?” he asked.
“Umm,” I said uncomfortable with all of this.
“Sorry,” he said as he stood, walked to his front door and locked it. He pulled the key out and up it on the jam above the door.
That’s when my danger alarm went off, looking at him, I realized he was only wearing swim trunks, and his massive cock was visible through the thin tight material. He stared at me or perhaps ogled me is more accurate. His hand touched himself, and he rubbed the thick shaft, the pecker grew massive, its mushroom head pushed past the waistband.
I stood up, turned a circle looking for a manner of escape. My shoulders trembled, it became difficult to breathe. I took a single step toward him, froze as he pulled the trunks down, letting them fall to floor. The massive thing frightened me, thick and veiny. He stroked it, the look in his eyes terrified me.
“I been waiting for this day,” he said. “You’re such a beautiful white girl. It’s important that pure girls like you are used the right way. I waited for years so bring you in to the fold. I wait no longer. You know you want this, you parade around like that every day. Rachel, you’re a hot little girl, but you are a prick tease. Well built, you’ll be a great breeder.”
I took two steps toward him, turned away and went around the couch. Once more, I froze, I didn’t know where to go. I felt his big strong hands on my shoulders, he lifted me up off the floor, and we turned to the couch. He laid me over the back of the sofa, one hand on my back, the other lifted my dress. He just ripped my panties from me. I remember how it felt as the fabric shredded, how my skin felt like fire where the panties were ripped from my body.
“You’re going to like this, baby,” he said smacking the enormous knob of his organ against my tight little hole. “Not this time, not at first anyway, maybe after we get going. You’re a dirty little slut and you going to like it. You’re going to give lots of white babies.”
He rubbed that massive thing over me down there. Despite my reluctance, anger, and trepidations I felt myself enjoying it. I begged him to stop, he laughed at me. It wasn’t a cruel laugh, but an amused chuckle. He told me I wanted it and I was just saying what I’m supposed to say. I felt him step back, leaving that one strong hand on my back. Then I felt and heard the zing of my zipper pulling down, I felt my cotton dress as he jerked it from my body.
“Jah, pure alabaster skin. Flawless, soft, and sweet.”
His hands ran over me, he felt my tiny breast, then he clutched my pussy and whispered how he like the wispy hair down there. I felt the head of his cock again, pressing on me. I whimpered and whined that it would hurt.
“Jah, going to hurt like son-of-bitch, you maybe will like the pain.”
I closed my eyes trying to go someplace else, trying to will my body to a safe place. I couldn’t do it. My heart pounded. My body tingled, like an electric charge surged over me. I wanted to run, and yet, I wondered what it would feel like. He pushed a little and felt a tearing down there. I screamed and tried to move, his hand held me in place as pushed again. It felt so big, I knew it was destroying me there. He shoved in again and felt the ridge at the back of dome push through.
It was so big, I was so small. I didn’t understand how it fit inside me. I knew it was shredding me, and yet, a thrill of anticipation washed over me. The pain caused me to tear, they ran down my cheek, cooling my hot flesh, just a little.
My heart raced, my mind couldn’t focus on anything, but that dreadful prick, the pain, and the dirty pleasure. It was a massive bat that got thicker as he shoved another inch inside me. I sucked in a deep breath, I could feel the tip touching me, something in me that had never been touched.
“Ah, nice a cherry for me,” he said. In one terrible hard thrust, his pecker tore through my hymen.
“No,” I screamed, “Please, stop.” I cried big tears. The pain ripped through my body. I swear to god it hurt beyond anything before, and yet, under that, pleasure. He thrust in deeper and deeper. I felt my muscles as they were sliced with a knife. He started pushing in and pulling out, and a strange thing happened, even though all the pain. I felt a more pronounced tingle inside me, a slow buildup of pleasure. His rough hands ran over my breast, my back, the side of my face. It all drove this odd sensual pleasure teased my total body. No, it was deeper than that, it built in my body, my mind, and my soul.
Mr. Hale grunted and groaned as he worked his cock deep inside me and yanked it nearly out, he told what a good Arian whore I was. His words didn’t offend me, his action hurt and pleased me at the same time. He was a man, not a shadow of man, not a pale reflection of one. He was what God made him, a true white man.
Waves of rapture rushed over my body, wild, euphoric feelings flooded my mind, deep rapturous spirts filled my soul as Mr. Hale pushed that magnificent, enormous god deep inside me. My fingers tingled, my toles prickle, as blissful breakers of joy swamped me.
It lasted so long, every moment filled with pain and ecstasy. Felt his cock spasm, felt the warm flood gush out of him inside me, coating, squishing, leaking out of me. His love filled me to overflowing.
After hours we lay on the couch my tiny body on his massive one. A haze of blue smoke filled the room, the herbish, sickly-sweet aroma languished in the place. I pulled another lungful from the joint clutched between Johan’s fingers. It felt horrid and wonderful just like when we fucked. I coughed the smoke from my lungs and let another wave of its own type of joy pass over my body. My pussy still felt his cock inside me, despite that fact it lay nestled limp against my ass cheek. He stroked my hair, kissing my neck occasionally. I ran my fingers through the thick grey hair of his sturdy chest.
“You make me lots of blonde-haired blue-eyed babies,” he said. “We train them right. They’ll grow up and kill lots of nigger’s, Jew’s and the other mutts in the world.”
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“You’re Jewish aren’t you doc?” I said a hateful smirk on my face. I rubbed my swollen belly. He squirmed on his seat like there was fire under his ass.
Standing the push, a button on his desk, “Guard, come take the prisoner back her cell.”
I stood moving close to him, I saw his letter opener, just sitting there on his desk. Some dumbasses never learn. I wrapped my fingers around the handle. He turned to me. I thrust the blade into his ball-sack. He screamed stumbling backward. He tumbled to the cold, tiled, office floor. I pounced on top of him. Thrusting the blade into his belly, his chest and his neck. Warm, Heeb blood gushed over me, bathing me in victory. The doctor shrieked like a little girl getting spanking. His cries brought the guard. He rushed in pulling me off the doctor. He squeezed my hand until I dropped the letter opener. He held me motionless, we watched as the Kike bled out his life.
What they going to do to me? Give me a double injection? They already killed my god, there wasn’t anything left that could hurt me with. We had three kids, they escaped and this one, try as they might he’ll be a purifier just like his mommy and daddy.
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Bitches are Dumb
Young tiny pussies are beautiful as flowers, attractive and delicious. I find it impossible to resist them, I no longer even try. The salty, metallic taste and sweet, heady aroma of 12-year-old is about the best thing on earth. I adore their smooth, soft skin on the bare, naked bodies, it’s one of the wonders of the universe.
I was dating a 22-year-old who had a 12-year-old daughter. My girlfriend asked me to watch after her when she got home from school. She asked like I didn’t do that job every fucking weekday. Like I hadn’t arranged my life around her needs and that of her little angel.
“Of course,” I answered. She disappeared into the bathroom, remerged with washrag. I lay on the bed, drinking a beer, we had only finished fucking a few minutes before. Smiling at me she moved with a graceful sway to me, sat on the bed, and began to wash the cum from belly, cock, and balls. Kissing me she stood, dressed to head for work. Moving to the bedroom door, she turned to me, leaned against the half-open door, holding the doorknob. Still smiling, she looked at me with adoration. I can’t stress that enough, she acted like I was her savior.
“Are you happy, my dearest, love?”
“Like a cock in hot cunt baby,” I told her.
She laughed, turned and started to pull the door closed. She stood motionless. Looking over her shoulder, her smile gone from her beautiful face.
“You’d tell me if you weren’t right?”
“Yes,” I said.
“You don’t mind taking care of Cindy?” she asked then added, “You don’t mind that I have a kid that needs attention?”
“Would stop worrying,” I told her. “Now be a good girl, snort that coke I got you and go make me some money.”
She turned and started to walk away, pulling the door almost closed. She looked at me again.
“You promise you won’t make Cindy a whore, right?”
“Cross my heart and hope to die,” I lied to her. She closed the door and left.
Undoubtedly, I was going to turn the bitch out when I was done with her. Why would that bitch believe otherwise? Because she wanted to think I was different than all the other pimps. If she didn’t want the bitch to be a whore, she shouldn’t have taught her to be a cock tease when she was seven. Now that her 12th birthday was just around the corner, time to get her primed for her career.
It was almost thee in the afternoon. The whore wannabe would be there soon. I got the lotion from the drawer and sat it on the bedside table. The little brunette walked into the room. She looked around, then went to the bathroom.
“She out sucking cock, Cindy,” I said. “Come over to daddy and do your choirs.”
My girlfriend’s daughter crawled into bed with me and proceeded to play with my dick. It started by jerking a little. Those tiny hand worked on my cock, she was better than her mom and jacking. It stiffened a bit, stretched, hardened and grew more. She yanked, squeezed, rubbed, on that monster until he awoke. Standing proud and angry her eyes stared at it as she jacked me. She puckered her lips and kissed it, jacked me some more. I pulled her shirt off her body, she didn’t like moving her hands off my cock so that I could do so. Cindy returned to jacking me as quickly as the shirt came off her body.
Those tiny hands wrapped around my shaft is a sigh. I told pulled her skirt off then her panties, Cindy just kept tugging me. Her hairless slit made my mouth water. Cindy stared and worshipped my big ole, fat pecker, her mind just filled with a whore’s curiosity. Cindy looked at me, her eyes leered at my cock head, anticipating her cum bath. I froze, my cock spasmed, jerked this way and that, a thick stream of spooge sprayed into her pretty blue eyes. She reached up and wiped it off just enough, so she could see. Another spurt of cream shot, splashing on her mouth and chest. Then a third thick stream spewed across her forehead and hair. Cum bubbled out, falling over followed by several more smaller floods of jizm covering her fingers.
Licking everything up she jumped off the bed. Cindy rushed to the bathroom, I heard the water running. She rushed out to me, washcloth in hand, she cleaned me up.
“Did I do good, daddy?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I told her. “Let daddy get dressed. You put on your little bathing suit and let’s go visit a man.”
“Why daddy?”
“So you can jack him off,” I said.
She jacked off five old rich bastards that day. I made almost a thousand bucks off her for handjobs. At one that morning, I fucked Cindy in front of her mommy. Her mother cried all night. The next day I tossed Cindy’s mom out on her ass, she had quota of $500 a day, or I’d start pimping her Cindy out to men.
She made her quota almost a week, but being a lazy assed whore, she gave up and just let me pimp the girl out. I guess the $200 a day was as hard as the bitch cared to work. Cindy’s a real earner. She will be for some time. Looking for the next recruit. Found me a mother of thee girls, excellent, respectable, divorced bank teller. I’ll have hooked on crack in three days and the girls, well, they’ll be sucking dick for money in two weeks.
Bitches are dumb!
Now that you have read them, let your fingers do the talking and tell me what you think.
