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 These are fantasies, for lack of a consistant alias, of the Antagonist. 
"Miss Terry Dance," trying to write, and failing, because she sucks at it.
Starting the night after their last real attempt at making it work, and the
resulting Fantasy (Totally didn't happen) about his fictitious cousin
:

   Geraldine (Gf Fant)

   So, she came out, kissed Georgie porgie goodnight on the stoop, and he
went back in.  ""Hey, you got a light?" My cousin's girlfriend, IDK if she
wasn't trying to hide it, or just sucked at it, but she was into me.

   "What?" when she saw the look he gave her.  Jealous, I guess.

   "My matches," I held them up, "I got them all wet." Tossed them in the
gutter.

   "Yeah," she dug one out of her purse.  "How old are you?"

   "12?  Uh!  You're not going to lecture me on,"

   "No, it's cool.  I started smoking when I was younger'n at."

   "Oh," I took a drag.  "Cool." Shivered a little.

   ...

   "You cold?"

   "Yes," I nodded, "It's raining." Like Janet.  "You got a heater in your
car?"

   "Yeah," she unlocked it, pushed the button for my side.  So, I got in.

   "So, you're going out with my cousin."

   "He said you're his niece."

   "Oh yeah?  Well, I was wondering.  If you guys were fucking yet?"

   She laughed, "Quite the mature mouth you got on you, there."

   "Yeah," I kiss my mom with it, "So, what's wrong?" That ain't all, "He
can't get it up for you?" Neither?

   "Why, you got a boyfriend?" She changed the subject.

   "Girlfriend," I nodded, "But she's back home.  You know my family." In
denial.

   "So, you're gay."

   "No'm bisexual, it's just guys my age.  You know, they can't really get
it up."

   "Hahaha, yeah."

   "So, you live with your folks?"

   "My mom, but." She turned the keys, "She's probably out celebrating with
her girlfriend."

   So, she took me home.

   "If you don't mind me asking," she beat around the bush, "You weren't,
molested, were you?"

   "Yeah!" How'd you guess?  "You know George's brother, Jeremy?"

   "No, he died, before we really started hanging out."

   "Oh, that's what happened.  They wouldn't tell me, like some big secret,
but.  You know, he wasn't old enough to go to college, unless he was some
kinda genius, which he wasn't."

   "Like Dougie Howser." she nodded.

   "Who?"

   "Sorry, it's an old TV show, child genius, doctor."

   "Oh, like Dr.  Spencer Reid?'

   "On Criminal Minds?"

   "Yeah?"

   "I love that show!"

   "Me too!" Now, you want to get me home, so we can fuck?  I'm sorry, I
know, you have to get to know eachother, find common interests, boring
small talk, but really, I just want to fuck.  She could pull over right
now, finger me off right quick, and take me back.  I don't want a
relationship, here.  Not like we're dating, I'm just in town for the
weekend, and I'm horny as fuck, "So," wanna fuck?  "How about you?"

   "I told you, I like it."

   "No, uh!  You said, your mom's out with her girlfriend, and asked if I'm
gay.  So..."

   "Yeah," she looked away, "I guess I'm bi," shrugged, "Curious, maybe.  A
little."

   "But you don't mind, that I'm so young?"

   "No?  Not really, I mean I'm flattered, but.  Um, you said something
about his brother, Jeremy."

   "Yeah, how'd he die?"

   "Suicide." Don't do it!  "He felt guilty, for being a child molestor."

   "Well, that sucks." He was good at it!

   "So, maybe it would help.  Me get in the mood, if you told me about it.
What he, did to you."

   "Oh," one of those girls.  "Well."

   ;

   "Gerry." (gB Nepi Mole WS.  Fant.)

   Well, we went over to there house for the Holiday break.  You know,
christmas, new years, I don't really remember before that, because it was
years ago, but we had the place to ourselves so he could watch me.  I
forget where all everybody went, but it was just him and me.

   "What's this?" He got it out.

   "A poddy."

   "What's a potty?"

   Okay, I know what he was doing now.  I must've been 2, or 3, but potty
training, so I told him.  "You pee and poop in it."

   "Like a toilet." Yeah, but for little kids, of course.  Really little,
he wasn't like a grown up man or nothing.  He didn't have any hair on it
yet, but he could make it hard, and he played with it.

   After he peed, he showed me how to pee in a toilet, but he stood up. 
Knowing, "I can't."

   "Why not?"

   "I don't have, one of those." I pointed.  At his penis, he didn't put it
away, and it was sticking up by then.

   "So, how do you do it?" So, I showed him.

   That was just the first time.  I wiped, but he asked about that, so I
told him girls have to wipe after, and he said boys just have to shake it
off.  He wasn't shaking it.  He was playing with his self, but I just
watched him.  Until he sat down, and started grunting, with his eyes
squeezed shut.  On the end of the bed, he got bored, and put it away. 
Stopped playing with me for a while after that until the family got home.

   Then, he came in the girls room, at night.  It was just me and the baby,
back then.  I think it was another year, because Janey ain't that young. 
So yeah, it had to be another year, but he said he wanted to read me a
story.  So, he got down beside the bed, and he showed me the magazine he
brought, and he pushed down the covers to touch me while he read it.

   Porn?

   Yeah, of course!  But there was pictures, and he showed me what boys and
girls do when they get naked, and he rubbed in between my legs.  Until he
got to the part where she got wet.  He said "That's how you know if a girl
is ready.  Just like a boy's dick gets hard, a girl's pussy gets wet." So,
I wet myself.  I didn't really have to go, but I still wet my bed.  Just
usually in my sleep, but they put a plastic sheet down for me and
everything.  I was done with diapers, potty trained, but I just couldn't
hold it all night, so I don't guess it made any difference, but as soon as
he felt my wet panties, he got excited, and left.  He took his magazine
with him, but I remembered.

   I started playing with myself, until mom let me watch Janey, and then.
Well, I had to change her diapers, and you know.  I realized, her pussy was
getting wet.  By then, I found my daddy's dirty books, and they had some
lesbian stuff in there, so I read her stories, and practiced on her until I
could get a real girlfriend of my own.

   ;

   Kayleigh (f Solo Cerv BT.  That's BreakThrough;)

   "Hahn!" [

   Oh,

   My,

   Gush!

   Well, maybe not literally, it's not like I squirted all over the place,
but I had to get a fresh sheet of paper as soon as i dried my hands, and
they stopped shaking.  I need a cigarette, it's cold out, but if i stick a
towel under the door, it's not like she really cares about the deposit, or
the rules, I just.

   Okay, breakthrough.  Literally and figuratively, i never went that deep
before.  I tried, but it just kept pushing back.  I don't know whether I
just relaxed enough, or it was the new toy with the beads molded together,
getting bigger and bigger like a snowman, but i could even feel it.  The
smallest one, on the end.  Tiny little thing, even smaller than an erasor,
but as soon as i started coming, the spasms let it start slipping through.
In between when i relaxed, a little wide, and a little more, until I was
sure it was all the way inside me, up to the second squashed little bead.

   I penetrated it, my cervex, all the way into my womb.  It just took a
while to loosen up enough, but I couldn't possibly have imagined how good
that feels.  And a little came out.  Not like a gush, but some dribbled
down to my ass crack when I pulled it out.

   That's not the real breakthrough.  I decided, I guess it was denial the
whole time, and I guess it sucks to admit he was right, but.]

   "Huh!"

   [He saw right through me.  Took him long enough, years, but I didn't
give him enough credit, because I didn't want to think he was smart enough
to figure out what I was doing, but yeah.  I totally wanted to get him into
my fantasy with another boy.  And, a little boy, because he's getting too
big for his britches.  He won't shave for me, "There's no fucking way I
trust you with a razor blade between my legs," and let's face it.

   "I'm a child molestor." There, I said it.  Just turn the radio up, just
in case she's listening at the door, throw out the butt, and close the
window before I start freezing to death.  And yeah, I knew that, but that's
not the part he told me.

   I molested him for years, so "Thanks, Captain Obvious."

   No, the part I couldn't face was, "That's why you can't love.  You're
incapable of it, because that's All you are."

   I shivered, pulled the comforter tighter, like that would help.  It was
to much like Bondage.  That one time we tried it, it felt comforting, but
now this.  It isn't comforting enough.  But he's right, I can't love him,
because he's not a little boy no more.  Not the scared confused little boy
I thought I fell in love with.  Yeah right, I told myself that.  "Love."

   Just like Jeremy.

   So, Pearl Jam?  Why the fuck not, the DVD player can handle CDs, and I
need to think.  But, he's got my number now, so.

   "Change the record," or something.

   The real breakthrough, the part he might never suspect is I realized it
doesn't have to be a boy.  And, let's be honest, I don't really know how to
talk to boys.  I tried, and it turns out they're not really so easy to lead
around by the dick as I had imagined.  Sure, it's easy, right?  Sex, what
kind of high school boy would turn down sex?

   For me?  Practically all of them.  I found it's really hard to maintain
this self image after so many rejections, but I get it.  I'm too
aggressive, bossy, obsessed about sex, and it turns guys off.  All of them,
or as many as I could try until i got the picture.  Seniors, Juniors,
middle schoolers, and even the ones in elementary.  I had to stop, before I
traumatized one enough to tell, and get locked up as a child molestor, but
i got lucky.  The first time, I found a boy that was broken.  Confused,
scared, and sexually traumatized by his brother's crimes, and suicide.

   Like I didn't know.  "Ha!" Everyone talked about it, I had his obituary
in my scrap book long before I even worked up the nerve to approach his
brother.  I just wanted to learn more about him, the child molestor, and
murderer, since he killed himself before I could find him, and talk to him.
Then, I found out how easy it was, to molest him, and I guess I just got
stuck in a rut.

   "Huh!" But now I'm past that.  I have a plan, and I know what I can do.
I know I can't talk to boys, so by process of elimination, I just need to
find a girl I can talk to.

   Not like I don't know how to touch a girl.  I just need to plan it
better this time.  I'm a child molestor, but that doesn't me I have to be,
the kind of out of control molester like Jeremy.

   I'm sure his brother will understand, we can't see eachother any more.]

   .

   ,

   {This next one is acutely racist.  I'm not racist.  Seriously, I don't
not want to sound racist, but; I hate humans, and would just as soon start
over with the cockroaches.  However, I find myself capable of writing as
one, just like rapists, pedophiles, lesbians, psychopaths, and so forth as
writing exercises.  Of these, she's not a lesbian, but progressively
escalating her F/g moletor fantasy, with Coprophilia, Nepiophilia, rape,
and snuff with mixed hispanic tweenage girl, and even an infant (Out of
direct graphic view.) And racism, fetishizing racial humiliation.  So, if
you're triggered by such words, don't read it.  Also, female rape, of
children, pretty much throughout.  #NotAllMen?  Well, all women, at least
in this story, no man's land.  Either a victim, or abuser, most likely
both, because that's how the character thinks.

   ;}

   Isadore {GF Stalk}

   Eileen lived in the building next door.  Well, sort of, but if I went
out on the balcony I could see her, sometimes.  Smoking a cigarette down on
her patio, or even through her window, into her bedroom.  I didn't know she
was even into girls at first.  Her toys were definitely male, the big one
sticking out the end of her bed so she could bend over, back up to fuck it
on the floor.  She certainly had no idea I was watching, and playing with
myself.  I'm not even sure why, there was just something about her.  Long
auburn waves, large full breasts, the way she didn't close the blinds to
her window, and how she fucked herself shamelessly at night.

   Single, she lived alone which ment no kids of her own.  So, I suppose I
assumed she was straight, and just couldn't get a man.  So, I can't even
say for sure how long I snuck out my window to the balcony, with my
grandmother's binoculars.  She used to birdwatch, then she died.  I stole
them before the estate sale, so I could be closer to her, or at least see
her better from afar.  Always, or as long as I remember, touching myself,
and thinking of her.  Touching me instead, then fucking me, even raping me
with her big floppy dick.

   First on the legs, holding my knees together, the naughtiness of it all
a big portion of the fantasy.  Women aren't supposed to touch little girls,
not like that!  Gasp!  We're certainly not supposed to want it, but then
relaxing a little from the slow gentle caresses, up my thigh, her fingers
closer to the hem of my nighty, my panties until my fingers shake and I
have to brace the binoculars on the railing.  Relax enough to pull my knees
apart.  'No, stop.' Whispering to myself.  But she doesn't, slipping my
nighty up my lap, above the front of my panties, pulling out the crotch to
slip her fingertips inside the legs, 'please don't.'

   I can just imagine, her big toy dick.  I don't got one like that, but i
can watch her with it, then dream about her.  Pulling it out, the handle
from under the mattress.  To hold me down, and force it between my legs,
deep inside me until I can breathe.  Splitting me open, until I start
bleeding, then getting light headded, feeling cold, the world getting
smaller, and smaller until I slip away...

   Then wake up, horny as fuck to rantically play with myself until it
washes over me.  The feeling, the best hurt, the ache than makes all the
sadness go away.  Then the love I feel for her, just thinking about her,
until I cry myself back to sleep.  Playing hard to get, as if I don't want
her to, yearn and dream of it until I wake up lusting for her.  Another
glance at her, naked or waking up in her underwear.

   Then, seeing me at her window, before school, and coming to me.  Letting
me in to make me her's.  'Please don't stop.' Pulling them aside, and
licking my fingers.  To wet them in my mouth, suck on them a little, even
force them in.  Gag me so I cough, and the thick snotty spit comes out. 
Runs down my fingers, slicks over my hairless lips, inside them.  Inside
me. "Mh!" Not too loud, so anyone hears my cries.  My moans, when I rape
myself, and wish it was her.  Not gently, not lovingly.  I don't want her
to make love, I want her to rape me.  Roughly, brutally taking my cherry
again, and again, so I bleed.  Every time, scratching myself inside with my
nails.  It only makes me wetter, for her.

   The way she sucks on her cock to cough and spit it out.  To get it wet,
let it run down, and slick it on with her hand.  Like a hand-job, jerking
off a man, like my daddy does or the girls in his movies.  That's why I
thought she was straight, and wanted a man.  That just made it so much more
exciting, the thought of seducing her, I don't fucking know.  The fantasy
changes, I don't know if I want her to kidnap and rape me, or to seduce her
into loving me, or frantically molest me.  Sometimes all 3 at once.  I just
know I want her, more than anything.  I just can't, go to her, and say
anything.  So, I watch her, and play with myself until it feels so good,
sometimes I even pass out.  I wake up, on the porch, fingers sticky and
bloody from playing with myself.

   I was delighted when I started bleeding, for real.  Not just making
myself bleed, but on the days when I did already.  Felt the grittiness
leaking out.  To finger out and eat from my hand.  I love it, and when it
ends, I count the days when I can do it again.  Scratch myself up inside to
bleed that way, and pretend it's my long gone cherry.  Picked out so long
ago I don't even remember it, just the memory of remembering it.  Playing
with myself as if it was the first time, all over again.  When I first felt
that glorious pain, smelled the metallic tang, and tasted it on my fingers,
to get them even wetter.  Make my drool curdle, thick and nasty.

   She shaves, I can't see it because her bathroom is inside.  Like mine I
suppose, like the opposite of my building, she doesn't have a bathroom
window either.  I wonder what she uses the front bedroom for, living alone.
Without her parents, or children of her own.  She's also fairly young. 
Older than me, old enough to work, out of school, dresses kind of plain,
and acts shy.  Hiding her lovely hazel eyes in her long overgrown bangs. 
Avoiding people's eyes, not talking to men, at least I never seen her with
one.  Bringing one home, to fuck her.  Just her toys, especially the big
floppy cock with the handle, to stick between the mattress, and box spring.

   But I can see her clean shaven pussy, bent over to suck it like a dick,
before she turns around.  To fuck it, sometimes it has dark stubble on it,
until she goes in her bathroom.  Then comes out with it fresh and clean as
a baby.  Sometimes she has razor rash too, so I borrow my daddy's razor. 
To get the few hairs I have, knowing she would like that.  I like it too,
especially the fat puff in front when it's freshly shaven, and slick with
fresh blood, from nicking it, when I'm not on my period.  Then I don't have
to stop to wet my fingers.  Suck them and tickle my throat to gag and
cough. They're already wet, and I can smell the bitter tang of the blood.

   Eileen {FG Hemo/Mena, Seduce Reluctant.}

   They called her "Bloody Mary." At the pool, pointing and yelling "Eww!"
when she started soaking through, then the stain in the crotch of her 1
piece, a little too tight to hang loose, pulled tight over her puffy
bleeding cunt.

   "Mary?" Or perhaps Maria.  Hispanic, I believe.

   She shook her head, "Isadore." I covered her with a towel.  She shivered
a little.

   "Well, Isadore, didn't your mother talk to you about this?"

   "She's dead, my granma too."

   "Oh!" I covered my mouth, "I'm so sorry."

   "Don't be," she held the towel, over her shoulders.  "It was years ago,
maybe 5 or 6?"

   "How old are you now?"

   "Eleven?" she nodded, "I mean 5 or 6 years ago, so I woulda been 4, or
5." No accent I could hear, so Mexican American.  "But I don't have
anything, for the blood?" I didn't bring my purse, just a book, and a
towel, to lay out on and get some sun.

   "Come on," I led her out the gate.  To my apartment, "I should have some
tampons left," from my last cycle.  "If you don't mind." Too late it
occurred to me she must be a virgin, at her age.  My face heated.

   "Oh, don't worry.  My cousins use them, I'm not ignorant of the whole,
girl growing up thing.  I have a big fam'ly, lots of aunts."

   "Oh," I turned back from the cabinet under the sink, but she already had
the straps down on her suit, and was pushing it down her legs.  Standing on
the towel, she just stepped back off of it, to pick it up, and throw the
whole bundle in the bathtub.

   I held out the plastic wrapped tube, tried not to let my hand shake too
much, but she was standing right there.  Naked, and still a little bloody.
"Here," I turned to wet a washcloth, "You better clean up first."

   "Nih!" I looked back, then down at the sink.  Away from her, fingering
it out of her.  "Inh!" Grunting, with 2 fingers!?  "Hn, it's okay."

   "What?" I turned the water off, and to the tub.  Away from her,
masturbating naked in my bathroom.  With her menstral blood.

   "I love you." Then I felt the knot, pulled behind me.  The bikini top, I
grabbed the front reflexively to cover myself up.

   "No, stop." I hand to hold them one armed, to try to push her out of the
way.  But she giggled, and pulled the string on the side my bikini bottoms.

   "Hihihn!  Your secret's safe with me."

   "What are you talking about?" I finally rushed past her, grabbing a dry
towel to cover myself up with, my bottoms falling down my leg.

   "Where'd you get that baby, anyway?"

   "What baby?"

   "The one I saw you with?  The other night."

   "I was just watching her, for a friend." She stared at me.  Until I
looked away.

   "Yeah, I saw you watching her, until you closed the blinds.  What didn't
you want anyone to see?"

   "Nothing, I just had to change her."

   "You didn't just change her," she shook her head.  "What happened?"

   "Nothing."

   "You might as well stop lying, I told you your secret's safe with me."

   "And I told you I don't know what you're talking about," this was a
mistake, "So you better get dressed, and get out."

   "Nhihihim," what a chilling little giggle, "All right, but I'll have to
tell the cops you didn't leave with a baby, you left with a cooler."

   "Don't you dare!" I grabbed her.

   "Yes!" she grabbed my arms, "Hurt me, hurt me all you like!"

   "What?" I let go.

   "I told you," she kissed my fingers, "I love you." Again, "You can even
kill me, if you want."

   "No," I shook my hands away, "That was an accident."

   "Right, I heard her screaming," she wouldn't stop, "Through the window."
She pulled at the towel, "What did you do," felt my bottom, "Tell me what
you did."

   "No," it's too horrible.

   "You shut her up, somehow." Between my legs, from behind.  Her other arm
went across my hips, "Ooh good." she felt, "You're already getting wet."

   "She suffocated."

   "What did you, smother her with?"

   "Uhn!  Stop that!" She wouldn't,

   "A pillow?" Stop touching me,

   "No!" My breasts then,

   "Between your legs?"

   "Stop, let me GO!"

   She fell down, when I turned around, and accidentally bumped her head
with my elbow.  "Snh!" She blew out bloody snot.  "Good," she showed me,
and thenstarted rubbing it in between her legs.

   "Oh," I got down on my knees, "Oh god," and moved her hands.  She was
so, disgusting, I couldn't stop myself.  Like, that little girl.  That poor
little baby, I don't know what came over me.  I wasn't even supposed to
take her, bring her home, but as soon as I opened her diaper.  Saw the mess
she made, I couldn't stop myself.  It was like a nitemare, like the
nitemares always were.  "Hmn!"

   She cried, but she liked it.  "Snh!" She got hot, on her chest flat and
boney aside from her puffy nipples.  They plumped in my mouth while I
frantically rubbed my fingers between her legs.  Hard, and fast, I felt the
cuts in front, before I saw them.  Before she told me she cut herself
shaving.  For me, and to play with the blood.

   I never knew I could fall in love so fast, and I thought she would be
much younger.

   ;

   Isadore {FG Rape Cons.  Yeah, I said it.  Also, Race.  Not just IR, but
a central part of the fantasy is Racial Humiliation, you've been warned.}

   At last!  I'm glad I waited, it made it so much better when she finally
had her hands on me, between my legs, her mouth on my nipples, sucking them
in to bite them, holding my mouth so I could scream!  "MREEE!"

   "Yeah you loose fucking slut." A shame about her nails, though.  She cut
them too.  "You been giving it out to all the esse's on the street?  Filthy
little whore, dirty little spic?"

   "NMH?" I tried to shake my head.  She smacked me.  "Auh!"

   "Don't lie to me, wetback.  You're all sluts, and whores!" Yeah, well
you're all killers, and racists.  Your point?  If she's trying to turn me
on, she's gonna have to slap me around a lot harder, but on second thought,
I like her short nails.  I'm not getting wet, so it hurts more inside. 
"Brown, like shit.  That's what you are, a filthy little shit.  You like it
up your shitter, wetback?"

   "NHM, EWREEEEEEH!" I never, even tried that before, but her 2 fingers
twisted so she could force her thumb in.  Hard.  "UHhHhHhH!"

   "Yeah, you like that, huh!"

   "Mhm!" Obviously, from the way I was spasming, around her fingers, and
thumb.  "HMHMHMHMHM!" And shuddering, and tingling all over.  Especially
around her thumb, with every spasm deep inside my dirty dry back door.  I
knew she would get me off, right away, I just never knew how.  "UGHF!" Then
I slammed shut, when they popped right out.

   "Ew, you fucking like it too much," she showed me, "Look at this," her
thumb, "Filthy shit!"

   "HUHHHHH!" The rush of air just made it better, swum in my head so I
almost felt myself drifting off.

   "Wake up!"

   "Hhihn!" I hugged myself.

   "Smell it," I licked my lips.  "You like that?  Dirty Sanches?

   "No," I hugged her, "I love it, I love you." Her chest, her tits around
my face, smothering me again.  I wanted to die, like this.  I wanted this
overpowering pleasure to be the last thing I feel, but she snapped out of
it.

   "Oh!" She held my head, "I'm sorry," petted my hear, "I'm so, so sorry,"
until I started crying.

   "Snh!" With joy, "It's okay," I wiped my tear soaked face, "I told you,
I love it." I knew I would, if she raped me.  I could never have dreamed
how much.  "Now," she let me up, from the carpet in the middle of the hall.
"Let me fuck you, too." Now, I wanted nothing more than to get her off.  To
make it up to her, making me the happiest I have ever been in my whole
life!

   ;

   Eileen {FG Saph Toy Talk}

   "Hh," she went right around the bed, to my night stand.  Pulled out the
drawer, and the toy from the space under it.  My favorite, "You, stalked
me?"

   She shrugged, "Not really.  I watched you, I guess." Walked over to the
window, she pointed up.  At an angle over the cinderblock privacy wall
around my patio.  "I can see you, from my balcony." I could see it.  "Now,
bend over and let me fuck you."

   "H," I gave up, "Fine." If it'll make her happy, so she can leave me a
lone, to think about all this.  "UH!  Gently?"

   She giggled, just shoved it right in.  "You like it rough." She slapped
my buttock.

   "No!"

   "Yes," she grabbed my hair, "Take it, white bitch."

   "Stop!" I know I could stand up, push her away, probably even kill her
too, but.

   "You love it."

   "UHN!" It felt so good!

   "Yeah, you like it, don't you."

   "Mhm."

   "Tell me, say it."

   "Myeahs," I bit my lip.

   "You want it."

   "Oh yes, don't stop."

   "Tell me, what you want.  Don't stop what?"

   "Don't stop fucking me, harder, UH!" I don't know what I imagined
before. Trying to fuck it away, all the pain and horror, her screams.  Her
horrible screams, I just wanted her to stop.

   "Was that your first time?"

   "Uh uh!?" I certainly wasn't a virgin, but I hadn't done anything like
that before.  I never kidnapped, raped, and killed a baby before.

   I just crawled over to the bed, but she kept up.  Fucking me from
behind. "UHN!" Just lay on the futon, bit the covers, and held on with both
hands.  While she fucked me, hard and deep, relentlessly.

   "The other night, was that your first kill?"

   "Uh huh?" I nodded, and bit the comforter again.

   "You like it up the ass?"

   "Mm mm?"

   "PTEW!" I spasmed, and it ran down.  "Too bad, you raped me.  You raped
my ass and aching pussy."

   "NWH!" I shook my head, but it didn't stop her.  Thumb rubbing it in,
scraping my spasming pucker with her nail.  "NWH!"

   Then, "SMQ?"

   "Hahn!" Her tongue.  The deep thrusts slowed down, just as deep and
hard, but I could feel her, face between my cheeks, teeth, and tongue
driving deep, tasting my asshole.  "Uh huh!"

   Like she said, I didn't like it.  "I love it." Kiss my ass, suck the
shit right out, you dirty little shit!

   "MNLM!" Turning, and twisting her head.  And the dildo, wiggling it deep
inside me, so the wet rubbery head rubbed around the dead end.

   "HAHN!" I had to breathe, "SNH!" Twist to reach back, grab the handle
when she stopped.

   "Let's see," next to me, "What else you got in here." Bending over to
look in the empty slot of the bedside drawer.

   "UHN NUH!" I just closed my eyes.  Knowing I still had the vibe, way in
the back.  "UH FGH!" So hot, and getting hotter.

   "No batteries?" She shook her head, "You really should take better care
of your things.  Suck it.  Choke on it, you racist fucking bitch, yeah gag
up some good snot.  You know how to suck it like a cock."

   "GHL KHULK!  KAHK!  SPTEW!"

   "Yeah," she rubbed it on with her skinny brown fingers.  Made even
longer by her long bright red nails.  "Let go," she took the handle, and
shook it.

   "NAUH!" I spasmed, when she rammed it in so hard I thought I'd bruise
inside.  Not as hard as I'd done it, desprately with my feet under the bed.
Then I remembered, what I was thinking.  It wasn't me, it was a bad little
girl.  Bent over.  "Uh!" Spanking her like this, and raping her. 
"NAIIIEEEGH!" Until she screams.  "MWRHEEEE!" Biting the bed again, so they
don't call the cops.  My neighbors to stop me.  To stop her, fucking me. 
So hard.  "OWH!" So hard.  In the ass.  Faster, with the long deep hard
stroked pushing my baby maker deeper and deeper inside me.  Until she's
bashing me with the handle.  The thick ring around the bottom.  I'd never
taken it all before, but the short thin dead vibe, pumping in and out of my
ass so fast.  "NHhHhHhHWM!" Finally, I felt it.  The release, the relief.
Finally I could relax, and let it all wash away.  I knew nothing but
pleasure.  "HAHN!" I turned, and panted.  Drooled until it soaked against
my cheek until it was over.  "UH!" She pulled out, then the bottom one. 
The one bottomed out in me, so I could feel it suck out the bruise.  Deep
inside me, like a hickey, nobody would ever see.  The deep sexual ache I
had never felt before.  Deeper than I ever felt before.

   Completely satisfied, she crawled up on the bed with me.  Dropped the
toys with a muffled thud on the carpet, and I turned.  On my side, to hold
her.  Cry tears of joy, with her.  Feel our love in the slowly fading glow
of our first beautiful time together, until we fell asleep.

   ;

   'Adore {GF...  Talk}

   "So," she wiped my tears.  Moved up to the pillow, facing eachother so I
could look in her most eyes, and kiss away her's.  "What happened to your
mother?"

   I shrugged against her arm.  "She drowned, trying to save my
grandmother, at the lake."

   "You think that's why, you're so;"

   "I don't know.  Huh!  I don't remember it, I wasn't even there, and I
barely remember them at all.  Me padre, he got so depressed, and he takes
care of me alone.  Why we're so poor."

   "Do you miss her?"

   "I barely remember them, my grandma', she used to take me birdwatching.
That's it, mimadre, she used to sing to me.  At night."

   "What did she sing?"

   "Aloetta?"

   "In French?"

   "Yes, she's Anglo.  Or she was, half.  Spanish/French, Vasques means
Basque, but she liked French, food, and she took it in school.  I remember
that."

   "Are you bilingual?"

   "I'm American, a mix.  I know some Spanish words, but even my father was
born here.  From Texas, Tejano Espanglese, but I would't call myself
bilingual."

   "Do you want to die?"

   "Huh!" I turned away, so she hugged me.  "I don't know, sometimes?  I
don't want to grow up."

   "Why not?"

   "I said, I don't know?  It's just so, disgusting?  Sometimes it turns me
on, then I get off, and I want to die again."

   "And the pain, you liked it when I hurt you?"

   "No," I shook my head, hugged her arm up around my shoulders.  "Huh, I
hate it, but, I love that?  I love, hate?  I don't know what's wrong with
me, and I asked myself all this, at least a million times.  I never thought
up any answers, though." I turned back, "So, what about you?" I kissed her.

   She bit her lip, closed her eyes, and sighed.  "I don't want to hide any
more." Brushed my hair back, out of my face.  "I love you, I know that. 
It's everything else I'm not so sure about."

   "Well, where you from?" Ironically, she the one wit a ac-cent.

   "Alabama?" I nodded, southern.  "But Birming'em.  Not like the
countrey." I don't really spell it out, but you can hear it.  "Huh!  My
famly, kind threw me out, when they found out."

   "What?" I nodded.

   "I had," she closed her eyes, "A girlfriend." Sniffed.

   "What happened to her?"

   "They killed her.  The boys at school, or a boy." she looked mad.  "He
pushed her, off the curb, and the bus couldn't stop in time."

   "So, it wasn't an accident." I asked her question back, "You think,
that's why you;" Let her finish that, not all that sure what she does, or
what she did.  To that baby.

   "I don't know.  Huh!  I know, I never want kids.  Of my own, you're
fine, on account of we're in love, but not like a mother."

   "I don't want a mother any way.  Lovers is fine."

   "Yes," she kissed my head, "Lovers."

   "And killers.  I know you're a killer, was that the first time?"

   "It just, happened?"

   "What happened?"

   "I don't know, huh!  I never really babysat, a lot.  Since Minerva, she.
Huh, well, she was younger, and so beautiful, and then she died."

   "She was killed," I kissed her eyes, licked her tears off my lips. 
"Murdered.  Mh, go on?"

   "Well, then I got depressed.  I suppose like your father, when he lost
your mother."

   "And his," I nodded, "I'm all he has left." His father couldn't take it,
ate a .38.  "So, you took her." She mentioned something about that, and I
saw the beginning.  "Then you went to change her." On the corner of the
bed, "Then you went to close the blinds." I had to climb down, to the patio
wall under the balcony.  Like her's only backwards.  The gate and window on
the other sides.  They're like 2 duplexes, back to back, with 2 more
stacked on top of them.  My parents have a window on the front porch, I get
one on the balcony, her on her patio.  Still haven't seen her front room,
we came in the back, and she has heavy drapes over the window.

   "She started crying."

   "Oh."

   "What?"

   "That's what set you off."

   "How do you mean?"

   "You know, you did it again, when you raped me."

   "I didn't."

   "Yes, you did." I kissed her, "It's okay, I wanted it, I loved it, but
that's exactly what you did.  We didn't make love, we raped eachother."

   She looked up, "I suppose you're right."

   I picked up her tit, "It doesn't.  Smq, have to be that way." I sucked
in her nipple.

   "Ah!"

   Bit it.  "Every time," turned to pick up the other one, off the bed. 
"Smq."

   "Ow!"

   "Fair's fair, you hurt me, I hurt you too.  I love it, and you love it,
but it doesn't have to be so." I felt down, between her legs.  "Rough, all
the time." I took her hand, "You can molest me too.  Is that why she
cried?" Rubbed it in, "You molested her, like Minerva?" She closed her
eyes, and swallowed.  Nodded.  "Good, now molest me too." I bent back down,
to kiss, and suck, and bite her nipples some more.

   ;

   Minerva {fg Mole Flashback}

   She was so young, when I started taking care of her.  Not really like a
babysitter, more like a little sister I suppose.  Potty training her, I had
dolls but they wouldn't play back.  She liked it, potty training so it
became like a game.  Our favorite game, so she'd drink a lot, and then we
found the ex-lax.  She got fat, she never grew up, never had the chance,
but I loved her.  As much as I could, as long as she lived.  Finally I
could think about her again.  My new lover reminded me, not of her.  She
wasn't Mexican, she was blonde with the biggest most beautiful green eyes,
and lovely little corkscrew curls.

   And then, we started getting dirty together.  At first, it was just pee.
She wet the bed of course, hell I still did, before I started playing with
it, thinking of her.  Looking forward to the next time, the next afternoon,
after school, when we could play together.  The next weekend when we could
be together for days, except for church.  We tried to hide it, and I was
ashamed before the eyes of god.  They didn't say anything specific about
that, we just knew.  It was dirty, and sinful, but we loved it everso much.
The love of my life, I never even dreamed I could find another love like
that.  Like my dear sweet Minerva.

   Especially in the bath, why we called it "Getting dirty." The poop, we
played with it, then showered off before putting the plug in the tub, and
filling it up.  Several times a day, whenever she had to go, or I did, with
the laxative so we could go more.  Of course it was gross, it tasted nasty
at first, but that was part of the fun, and you get used to it.  The taste
of piss until you crave it.  Suck it from my fingers at night until the
real juices started flowing.  Then the poop, and cleaning it out good
after. With enemas, the shower head came down on a hose.  A big thing back
then, but now it seems they're everywhere, and it screwed off the hose, so
you can pull it back over the crisscrossing threads, and she could put it
up my butt.  The hot wet gush of it, before I ever heard there was another
hole, where babies came from.

   She wasn't a baby, she was a big girl, and getting bigger.  Me too,
until I started bleeding, and mom gave me the talk.  I told Minnie, where
babies come from, and broke her cherry, and washed it out, and put in a
tampon until she stopped bleeding.  Then they caught us, persecuted us, and
she got the worst of it, being so young and fragile.  Like a doll, she
bounced and tumbled in the street.  The schoolbus stopped, but not soon
enough, and she didn't die right away.  He ran, and I never saw him again.
They caught him before me, but I was so worried about Minnie, I didn't
think about that until it was too late.  He went to jail, for murder, so I
could never make him pay for what he did to her.

   Then they came, and took her away from me.  Bleeding, the skin ripped
off her face, bare arms, and legs.  Her clothes torn, and her blood all
over me.  The couldn't save her, didn't even let her die in my arms.  I
never saw her again, either.  Her family wouldn't let me near her, after
what I had done.  "To her," all I had ever done to her is love her, and
play with her.  But that made them kill her, I killed her as much as that
evil boy.

   I suppose I'm lucky now.  To have a second chance at love.  Even if she
is older, and starting to grow up.  I won't blow it this time, I can't lose
her, can't even bear the thought of going through that again.  Being alone
like that again.  She says she wants to die, some times, even said I could
kill her.  But I couldn't do that, I never could do that.  It's just my
dumb luck all these accident keep happening.  But maybe it's turning
around, she's like my lucky charm, or the universe is finally paying me
back for torturing me all these years.  When I had never even done nothing
wrong.

   .

   ,

   Superheros (Reprise)

   "...And crawling

   On the Planet's face

   Some insects

   Called the human race.

   Lost in Time, Lost in Space

   And Meaning."

   ~Criminologist {mM Talk Trig f/M Bond Rape}

   I think I was getting better at this, spotting victims.  He probably
wouldn't want me to use his real name, but that's how I knew he was one of
her's.  First of all, the change of behavior.  He was one of those older
guys, graduated but still hung out with high-schoolers.  Not freshmen, of
course, but school girls.  Dated them, fucked them, dumped them, but didn't
appear to show any interest in girls his age.  Early 20s, so he could buy
beer, wine, a sexual predator, but a low grade one.  What Criminologists
call Victimology, I'm not a profiler, I just know her, and have some idea
how she sees people.

   Either you're a victim, or you're an abuser.  There were others out
there, which I got to know vicariously through their victims, but I knew
immediately what she had thought.  To make a predator into a victim.  Going
over the ones I know about, I can even see her confidence in the
progression.  Starting with kids, well me, probably others.  Trying a girl,
then progressively older, and more dangerous game.  She probably thought
about justifying it, "He deserves it," but where have I heard that before?
From rapists, for all her iconoclastic rebellion, she's really not all that
different from them.  Men, other predators, it's not penis envy, but she is
jealous of them.  More like "Why do they get all the fun!?" and for as much
as she blames them, it's revenge.  I believe for feeling powerless,
unattractive, she was never abused, she just heard about a victim, and was
jealous of her too.  Why do other girls get all the guys, even the creepy
ones she's so not attracted to.

   Yeah.  It wasn't when he stopped coming by, hanging out around the
school, that I knew.  "But what ever happened to Vic, you remember him?"
She's not completely wrong, all the time.  Just enough of the truth to
build her system of lies and excuses around, but she was right about that.
They missed him.  His exes, and the next in lines.  He was good looking,
with a car, could buy alcohol, and fun to "Party" with.  They missed that.
Okay, I have to admit, a lot of them make it incredibly easy by not
thinking about it.  Too many to save, but one thing you can do is take out
one of the abusers.  None of them had reported him yet, because I was still
working to get them past that initial denial, to accept that they were
raped, and eventually ready to tell someone who could do something about
it. Together, with enough victims to convince the authorities there was a
danger to the community.  An exploiter, he did "Not rape." Because it was
"Not rape," she was into me, so I'm sure she wouldn't have said no, if she
hadn't passed out.  Even they didn't call it rape.  The victims, even the
ones aware of what happened, because it hurts too much to.  Victims don't
want to feel like victims, so they don't, even when it's that obvious.  I
gave up not believing, that girls could be so naive, because that's how
they're raised.

   She wasn't wrong about that, either.

   The problem is, how to talk to him about it.  I don't look like her, or
any of his victims.  So, he's not going to come to me, get me drunk... 
Victimology, and MO.  What finally cemented it in my mind was when I saw
him at the store.  Already drunk, getting another case, but avoiding them.
Girls, women too, and children.  The grocery was pretty crowded, but he
never was even into freshman.  Juniors, and seniors mostly, but I noticed
he wouldn't even look at them.  The cashier, I knew from school, nor any of
the others just walking around.  Pre-christmas rush, she didn't flirt with
him either, just rung it up, and got me a pack of smokes, but I spotted him
across the parking lot.

   Walking.  He had a car, part of his MO, but that's mostly what clued me
in.  Nothing he did or said, but what he avoided.  The change in behavior,
after a predictably consistent MO.  Begs the question, what changed it?  I
had to find out.  "Hey, Vic."

   "Hey, uh." he stopped, swayed a little turning around, "George right?"

   "Eddie, now." I nodded.  It was a conscious decision.  Yes, she used
against me, but I like it, and the other kids liked it, so I guess it
stuck. I nodded to the 12 pack, "You gonna drink all that, all by
yourself?" Alone, home, depressed, and drinking to avoid thinking about it.

   "Yeah, probably." he shrugged, "Or finish it tomorrow." Groceries, if
you're an alcoholic young man.

   "Well, I never drank before," I shrugged, "What's it like?" Of course, I
didn't say anything about why: It impairs you, which makes you vulnerable,
and I know people like to take advantage of that vulnerability...

   "You want to hang out?" I practically followed him to his house. 
"You're not gay, or anything, are you." Can't really avoid that
association, even in denial.  Between alcohol and sex, it was just
reinforced too long.

   "Asexual."

   "What does that mean?"

   "I don't have sex."

   "That why you freindzoned all the girls in Central?" High school.

   "How I was able to," I nodded, "I did it mostly to help them with their
problems."

   "Oh yeah?" He opened one, sat down on the couch.  Quadraplex, I guess.
Basically like 2 duplexes stuck together, across from 4 more with sidewalks
between them.  Cheap.

   I didn't ask for one, neither.  "Yeah.  You know Kayleigh?"

   His face fell.  He didn't wince, nor even show any fear, but his grin
went away.  His normal face, I guess he got used to smiling, that charming
grin, so it stuck like that.

   "I guess she's using Terry, now." Or, whatever alias she could come up
with, but he knew her.  He was a senior when she was a freshman, so they
didn't go out, but he knew all the girls, and she new all the guys.  That's
when I knew Who.

   He shook his head, "Lee." Didn't look back when he stopped.

   "Victims of rape, and sexual abuse," didn't say his victims.  Yet, but
at least we're talking about it.

   "That what made her, so kinky?"

   "How kinky?"

   "You know," he doesn't want to talk about it.

   "Yeah," I nodded, "Because she abused me first." AFAICT, years before
him, anyway.  "She's not a victim.  She's a child molestor, and rapist."

   He got up, "You want a bear or something?" Carried the box to the
kitchen.  Stuck it in the fridge, pulled out another.

   "No." I hadn't eaten, "You have any food?"

   "No," of course not.  I did see a trash-can, and it's not like the vast
majority of the fast food wrappers, pizza boxes, and chinese cartons made
it to any of them.  Bachelor pad, beer, and takeout.

   "But we have to talk about this."

   "Why?"

   "So, she doesn't get away with it again." Not to mention the likelyhood
of him starting up again, with more Motive.

   "Look, I don't know what you think happened, but;" He came out with
another beer.

   "I have no idea." I shook my head.  "That's why you have to talk about
it."

   I'm not going to try to reconstruct the entire dialog it took to
convince him.  For one thing, it took a long time, and I don't remember all
of it accurately.  We ordered a Pizza, I payed for most of it, but made him
kick down what he had left toward a tip.  It took a while, but eventually I
got most of his story out of it.

   Vic Tore (fM Cons-to-Rape.)

   "I picked her up.  She wanted to party, so I got some beers, she came
back to my place, and I fucked her.  She wanted it, she told me, pretty
much talked about nothing else as soon as she got in the car."

   "I believe you.  It's how she works.  Can't really talk about much of
anything else but sex, because it's all she thinks about any more."

   "Oh.  So yeah, she had a beer, I got pretty drunk, fucked her, and then
I guess I passed out when she was in the shower.  Then, she woke me up,
with my arms behind my back.  She tied me up, but I woke up, before she got
it around my arms.  Uh!  I tried, to get out of it, but she held my arms in
my legs, and tied them behind my back."

   "What?  What did she use, to tye you?"

   "I don't know, I never saw it."

   "What did it feel like?"

   "I don't know, like a rope, but kinda like cloth too.  Or a rope made
out of cloth."

   "Or a twisted up teeshirt?"

   "Yeah, mightabin."

   "Probably, it's part of her MO.  She's used that before, consistently.
Huh!  i think it's deniable.  She doesn't have a murder-cit, because it
would be incriminating to carry around tape, and rope around in her bag. 
So, she improvized, then started using her shirts to bind and strangle
with."

   "On you?" Swallow.  He said Murder kit.  Bind AND Strangle.

   "No, on her other victims.  So, what'd she do once she had your arms
tied?  ...  Take your time, I know how hard this is."

   He cried.  Tried not to, with a visible effort, but eventually he
couldn't hold it back.

   "She asked, if I liked.  Anal.  Again, she talked about it in the car,
and yeah I tried it.  But, UH!"

   "On other girls." He nodded, sniffed, "But you'd never been, receptive
to it, before." He shook his head.  "What did she use?"

   "Her hands...  Her fingers, and her nails.  Tore me up inside, but."

   "Did you seek any medical attention for it?" No.  "You couldn't?" Kept
shaking his head.  "Well, that's understandable.  Victims rarely are able
to report it, and even then it's much later.  Male victims especially have
trouble admitting we're raped, or molested, because of social programming."

   He looked up.  Silently, but then I saw fear.

   I nodded, "She raped you." Soberly.

   "After she.  Fucked me again."

   "Or she fucked you back?"

   "What?"

   "You said 'I fucked her,' twice.  Then she fucked you, once she had your
hands tied up."

   "Yeah, I fucked her, and passed out, then she tied me up, and fucked
me."

   "She raped you."

   "Yeah, with her fingers."

   "No, she tied you up, and raped you, then she raped you again, with her
fingers."

   "That wasn't rape."

   "Why not?"

   "I wanted it."

   "You wanted to be tied up and raped?"

   "No, I wanted to fuck, but."

   "Then she raped you.  That's rape, having sex beforehand doesn't entitle
you to rape."

   "I didn't rape her."

   "No, of course not.  But she targeted you, because of the girls you
raped."

   "I never raped anyone!"

   ...

   "Calm down."

   "I am calm!"

   "No, you're drunk.  It helps you not think about it, but I talked to the
girls, at school.  The ones you dated, the ones you just had sex with, and
the ones you raped."

   "They're lying."

   "No, you're lying to yourself, but if you haven't learned anything from
your experience, if you have sex with someone when they're passed out,
that's rape.  Even if she consented before, she can't consent when she's
unconscious.  Sex without consent is rape.  That's why she raped you."

   Now, normally, I don't like to victim blame.  I know as well as anyone,
it's redundant, we can generally handle all the blaming ourselves.  But
this time was an exception, because it was true, and he was in denial about
it.

   "I," he just sat down, tried to explain it to me.  All the excuses he
made himself.

   I shook my head, "You're a serial rapist.  And an alcoholic.  The
drinking makes it easier, to forget, ignore, and deny what you did to them,
but you need help.  Right?" He just sighed, too drunk to fight, again. 
"Right?"

   "Yeah," he just fell over on the couch.  Mumbled, "I guess you're
right." And passed out.

   I guessed I could come back to remind him later, but I picked up, and
took out the trash before I left.  A lot of trash, most of it stuffed into
handle bags, beer cases, and stacked up in pizza boxes.  Change the
setting, so when he came to, and looked around, he'd see that.  Maybe it
would make him think about it, maybe not, but I could always come back to
remind him, to get help.

   She might have even thought of it as a public service, and once again, I
hate it when she's right.  But I had to clean up after her, again.  There's
not telling what he would have become, what that experience would do to
him, and eventually motivate him to do, but with that much denial, pain,
and anger.  It wouldn't have been good, and it most certainly would have
been against more young women.

   I can't be sure if that was her intent.  Subconsciously or not, whether
she imagined making a small time sexual exploitave rapist worse, or she was
trying to fix him.  No doubt imagined him suiciding, and ultimately her
primary motive is revenge, but it was something.  More information, on how
she's escalating, but another too little.  Too late.  I'm sick of cleaning
up after her, but I can't predict her.  Get ahead of her, she's too random,
and impulsive.  I doubt I ever will, but she's still out there, she's still
making victims, and nobody else is going to do anything about them.

   "Uh!' forgot to ask if she choked him, or tried to.  Another part of her
MO, but she knows her MO, and tries to vary it, because she knows it makes
it easier to profile her.  Everything I know about profiling I learned from
her fantasies, which doesn't make me a profiler.  It does, arguably make me
the expert on Her MO.  Because she lies to herself about it.  If anyone
knows it better, I haven't met them, but it would be kind of nice to have
some help.  Unfortunately, I'm the only one she attempted a long term
relationship, before she decided to "Fuck, and forget." Because it makes it
a lot harder to predict her, so I'm forced to follow her trail ov victims,
she's at least subconsciously leaving for me to follow.  She wants me to
stalk her, and yeah, I'm playing along, because I can't stop.  I have to
think about the victims, nobody is helping, or doing anything about. 
Nobody else even knows about her, so I'm basically stuck in this alone.

   The scary part is now she's making abusers, or taking them, and making
them worse.  Now I have to.  Not just victims OR abusers, Victim/Abusers.
She's getting much much worse.  So, I decided to go back over what i
already know, again with the new information.  That seems to help with
continuity, understanding how she's experimenting, refining her MO.  So, I
went back to the last one, I knew about.  Before she left town, for good.
Tried, dropped out, ran away a few times before she made it.  Came back
with a haircut, and dyed to change her description, but at some point she
didn't come back.

   .

   ,

   {This next one is a fictionalization of several victims, to rationalize,
eroticize, and justify abuse as more consensual, and romantic.  Don't You
believe It!  She's lying to herself, and everyone else.  Also, some of the
characteristics/actions are switched around, such as changing victims into
abusers, or vice versa, as well as age/race/sex/names...

   Sorry about the bastard ebonics, but she's really not all that great at
it.  I can write it better than this, but it's in character, to illustrate
her racism, and denial about it.

   ;}

   Alice (fg Porn Grooming.  Pseu Saph Fict)

   "Hey," she jumped, and covered up the screen.  Or, turned it over in her
lap, but I saw what she was watching.  "Nice phone." Just confirmed it, she
has friends, but they're not always around.  Nor are they always faithful
to her secrets when she's not.  I don't, have friends.  I don't really like
them.  "Uh!  It's okay, I'm not going to judge you for it, I like it too."

   She didn't respond, just tried to crawl even tighter into herself.  "You
know, porn?  Nothing wrong with it, it's just.  You know how they are. 
Anything they can find to make fun of." Not to mention the rumors that
started, which is what we call an unreliable source.  However, she
confided, and that risk was taken advantage of.  I'm sure all the girls
know, if not call her pervert, gay, or even slut for it.  It's Just Porn!
"Pretty much everyone does it, if there not too prudish to."

   Not all they said, but it's true.  Lots of girls look at porn, even as
young as 7, or 8.  Not that I'm going to ask, only to be lied to, because
girls lie about our ages.  "You like white girls?" Also 'she nasty' and a
whole lot else, secondhand from the interracial grade-school rumor mill.

   "They all right?" She looked up, at me.  I didn't strike a sexy pose, or
anything.  "You Alice, right?" She squinted.

   "Alicia," I nodded, "What's Cammy short for?" Might as well make
conversation.

   "Kamisha," found out later, she spells it Kami', for short.  I know her
friends, too.  Or, you know, who they are.  I heard from them, but not like
we hang out.  I'm white, and the black kids don't hang out as much with the
white kids any more then the other way round.

   "Named after my Aunt, Alicia.  You?"

   "Yeh, my Ant, and Unkle." Sometimes they put 2 names together, and make
one out of them.  "You like, black girls?" Like her.

   "I don't know," finally sat down, "I don't know any," but I heard you
like looking at white girls, with black men, so I was kind of wondering
why. No hurry, work it into the conversation, eventually.

   "I just look at dem cause I can see better."

   "In the movies?"

   "An the pictures," she shrugged, "I know what black girl look like." She
R1, "I can jus' see the white ones better, is all."

   "It really is a nice phone," the screen was off by now, anyway, "Can I
see it?"

   "Is all my presents.  I told my mamma, all I want iza phone.  So, she
added my birthdays, and crismus all together, an got me a cheap one."

   "Birthdays?" Not berfdays.  Still, kind of hard to follow, until I get
used to the way she talks.  Black, but it's not like a language.  Everybody
talks different, irregardless of race, or even sex.  I just met her.

   "Last year, and this year.  She still got to pay on the data, but she
say it easy'uh, payin the bill then shoppin."

   "Well," I got mine out, "I got my dad's old one."

   "Blackberry."

   "Yeahbut, it's got a keyboard, instead of a good size screen." It's old,
too.  Slow, like my dad.

   So anyway, we talk a while, I don't remember most of the conversation,
but we exchanged contact information.  That was the important part, the
whole point of walking up and talking to her.  When she was alone, without
her friends, just her phone.  I could tell, watching her, she wasn't just
texting her friends, or playing some flash game.  She kept looking around,
to see if anyone was watching, or had any idea what she was doing.  And
scooched around like she had something in her pants.  Yeah, something like
getting hot, and bothered until she didn't notice me approaching...

   This should be good, or at least different.  Not like we have to be seen
together, now that we can text eachother.  And hopefully more then that.

   ;

   Sext (fg...]

   [Hey)

   (Sup?]

   [Nothing much, you know.  Bored, horny.)

   (You really wanna just talk about sex and porn, huh?]

   [With you?  Sorry, I just.

   Well, I feel like I can.  With you.

   Most kids our age ain't interested.)

   (UB surprised, lotta boys do it.]

   [Yeah, ur rite, I ment girls our age.)

   (You really like girls

   ?]

   [I guess.  You mean like, gay rite?)

   (IDK, maybe?]

   [I like you.)

   (You mean "Like."

   Gay, right?]

   [Yeah.

   Maybe.)

   (Sall rite.  I like you to.]

   [You mean Like.  Right?)

   (Yeah, I mean gay.]

   [URA lesbian?)

   (IDK bout that, but yeah.  I think so.]

   [Y?

   If you don't mind me asking?)

   (Nah, I don't mind.

   IDK, cause girls R pretty?

   Guys, they just don't do it 4 me.

   Don't tell no 1.]

   [Ur secrets safe w/ me.

   You think I'm pretty?)

   (Yeah.  I guess.]

   [You guess?)

   (I mean yeah.  U pretty.

   U gay 2?]

   [IDK maybe?

   I mean, I didn't think so, but now.

   Since you said something about it.

   Maybe gay 4U.)

   (YU think I pretty?]

   [Yeah, I like ur but.

   I mean butt.  Autocorrect)

   (Yeah.

   ?

   I mean "Yeah?"]

   [Yeah, it's a big beautiful but.)

   [You saying I got a big booty?

   LOL, joke.

   I joking.)

   (Yeah, but I like it.  I wish I had an ass like that.

   Can I see it?]

   (Not right now, with the famly.  They don't pay no mind, but my mama
catch me taking pictures of my booty?  Then she pay some mind.]

   [Can you watch?)

   (Watch what?]

   [I got pics, and video.

   NSFW

   [Image Attached])

   (Yeah.  Gimme a minute.

   Got to get the headphones out.

   There sound?]

   [A little, yeah.  Just camming.)

   (I see that, who width?]

   [Width?)

   (Sorry, with.  My phone.]

   [Probably the way you say "Wid" instead of "With.")

   (So, who you cam with?]

   [IDK, some guy.  I guess.  You watching?)

   (No, talking 2U.

   Ever time U say something, the video go up in the chat.

   I watch it L8r NE ways.

   You got toys?]

   [Yeah, you mean like the dildo?)

   (Yeah.

   U like 2 suck on it?]

   [I guess.)

   (U guess?]

   [Not really, but he liked it.

   If I hold the bottom under the screen, so he can imagine I'm sucking
his.

   Sorry, IKUR gay, I just didn't think.

   About it.)

   (Saul write.  I don't mind, I just never known.]

   [What?)

   (Y girls like 2 suck on a dick.]

   [I don't know.  I never done it, 4 reals.

   I mean, it's not just 4 guys on the internet.

   It also helps it get wet, and warm it up.)

   (That make scents.  I don't got no toy, but I can imagine a cold one,
all up in U business.]

   [Yeah.  It helps if you warm it up, but I like that, 2.)

   (What?]

   [When it's cold, and it warms up, inside me.)

   (Y?]

   [IDK.

   It feels so hot.  Or I feel so hot,

   it gets me hot and wet.

   When I do that.)

   (Shit.

   Sorry, not you.

   GTG.]

   [Sext me L8r?)

   ...

   [Kami?)

   (Yeah.

   L8r

   IGTG.]

   ;

   Kami (g solo F CP IR...)

   [I watch it.  Yeh, all rite, I run off 2 watch it next chance I get. 
Fronting, try 2 watch it out where I can get caught, without nobody seeing,
then I had to get alone withit.  So, I went 2 the bathroom, since I was out
with my mama, and my ant Shawna.

   I was so hot, and I get so sexy 2 watch it.  In the bathroom, I ain't
even got 2 piss, but it one of them, small single girl room.  Just a door,
and a toilet, and a sink.

   But then she get done suckin that toy like a dick, and she loud.  All up
in the camera, so it close, and I can see the spit run down on it.  And her
mouth all wet too, from sucking on it, in and out.  That was, "hot" I
guess. Like them white girls say, I know it bother her, the way I talk. 
Not like I talk white, to fit in.  I just, I know it bother her.  I know
how to talk right, and write propper, I just don't.  Usually, it's quicker,
and easier to talk like I was brought up.

   But then she turned over, and hold the phone up.  Between her legs, like
a mirror.  I try that, when I first start looking at my pussy.

   I know what they mean, though.  It do feel hot, like a fever, and I just
put the phone down on the floor.  So I can get down, and look at it.  Then
I think to put it up on the toilet, but it ain't got no lid.  Just a seat,
and I sure don't want to drop it in there and ruin it.  And not just cause
I get the worst beating my whole life if I destroy the phone, but now cause
what on it.

   U.  No, You.  Alicia, I love your name to, but.  Yeh I look at porn, for
years, but it ain't like that.  This sexier, I never felt like this, IDKY
even.  It just is, even in the bathroom with the phone propping up on the
sink, so I can stand up.  With my pants down, least I ain't got the cold
tile.  Digging in my legs, but just seeing your pussy.

   Yeh, you right, I like white girls.  You lucky, cause I like you, being
a white girl and all.  You so pretty, your big bright eyes, and your mouth
going wide and even you moanin.  When you up with the toy dick, but then
you pull it out, and just moaning?  Yeah, I can't even see you pussy, or
what you doing, but your face, and you moaning.  Just listening to that
with the headphones, and the phone in my pocket.  Yeah, I tune out my Mama
and ant, but I just listen to you in the car.  Moaning.

   I had to come in hear, as soon as we got to the store.  And watch you,
with your phone between your legs, and showing you pussy.  I love your
pussy.  Hot wet pink pussy.  Yeah, you got a real pretty pussy.  I just
wish.  I mean, it look so close I can almost smell it, but I wish I can
smell it, for real.  I bet you smell real pretty to.

   But you kept talking to Gator.  That he name?  The guy you sexting with,
maybe it G8r?  Yeah, that kind of turn me off.  I mean, I think it knowing
you.  Not like them girls on the internet, it you, Alicia, and that make it
so much stronger.  So much sexier, cause I imagine being with them girls,
but I never knowed a girl, for reals, that into gay stuff like this.

   I don't get off.  My mama come to check on me, so maybe L8r.]

   ;

   Sext (fG Groom...)

   [Hey, Alicia?)

   (O.  Hey Kami.]

   [Can ICU?)

   (Yeah, I'm alone.  Hang on.]

   [No, I mean See you.)

   <Image Attached:]

   [4 Reals.)

   (Yeah.

   No, sorry.

   But I can't get away.

   U like my picture?]

   [Yeah.)

   (Can I see you?]

   [Yeah

   Here

   [Send IMG]>

   (Can I see your butt?]

   [Yeah.  Can you talk?

   I mean, let me call you.

   I want to hear you.)
:; [ )

   "Hello?"

   "Sup?"

   "You like my voice?"

   "I like hearin you."

   "Yeah?"

   "Yeh.  Especially when you moanin!"

   "Ooh!  Like this?  Ohhh!"

   "Nah, like.  Huh, like for reals."

   "Sorry, did that sound fake?"

   "Yeah, a little."

   "You're gay, right?"

   "Far as I can tell."

   "Then how cum you like to watch straight porn?"

   "Odat!  Haha, no.  I figure, yeh I get in trouble fo lookin on it, but
my mama.  She real snoopy, so I figure if she seen it.  She won'know if
it's.  Well if there dicks on it.  Not like I really lookin at the dicks,
or I like them.  Just her, but the ones I like, they mosly just show her
anyway."

   "Yeah.  Nh!"

   "You gettin hot?"

   "Yeah, and wet."

   "Mh!"

   "You to?"

   "Yeh, I got all hot and bothert just thinking bout callin you.  But,
hH!"

   "Your geting real hot, huh!"

   "Yeah.  Huhn!  I want to see you."

   "IDK if we can do video chat now.  How's your reception?"

   "Shitty.  I got to go on the roof just to Download anythin."

   "Oh, you up on the roof, now?"

   "Yeah."

   "Well, let me show you some pictures."

   "Yeah."

   "We don't have to hang up for that."

   "HhuhH!"

   "Shlp!"

   "What wuz that?  Alicia?  Alicia?"

   "Yeah."

   "What was that, noise?"

   "I don't know, what did it sound like?"

   "I don't know.  It soundet wet."

   "Oh, I just got wet for you."

   "I could hear it?"

   "Yeah, I guess.  It sounded wet, right?"

   "Yeh."

   "See?"

   K'PUCK!

   "NGH!  Yeh!"

   "See how wet I am.  For you?"

   "Nh, mhm?"

   "Are you cumming?"

   "Nh, no.  HnH!"

   "You sound close."

   "Nyh.  Yeh!"

   "I can't hear it."

   "Hh huh hH!"

   "Hold the phone closer, so I can hear it."

   "NH, yeh!  Ahfuck.  Yeah!"

   "Your pussy, I want to hear your pussy cum."

   "AHHHHHH!  Yeah!"

   "Hihihin!"

   "HhH!  HhihHn!  Hawh, damn.  Damn, Alisha, ahhn!  Gahd, DAMN!"

   ;

   {Note: Consent is a bit grey on this one, it's at the very least
exploitive.)

   ;

   Tamir (mf Race...)

   "Welcome to Texaco, how may I help you?"

   "Gas on number nine, and," she chucks her head at the cigarettes behind
me.  "Let me get a pack of Marlboro Gold Pack, hundreds."

   "May I see your drivers license?"

   "I left it in the car," She leaned down, "Don't really feel like going
back out to get it, I'll bring it when I cum back for my change." I look
up, from the front of her shirt, to her smile.  I usually point out the [We
Card] sign, with the date on it, but she had her arm over it.  Instead, I
glance at the packs, then watch the camera pulling one out.  She put the
lighter down, looking up at the screen too.  "Where you from?"

   "Jammu," I finish ringing her up, look out at the back of the RV by pump
#9.

   "Oh yeah?  Where's that?"

   "India, East of Pakistan."

   "I thought Pakistan was north of India."

   Nod, bagging her drink, smokes, and lighter.  "Most of it, but Jammu and
Kashmir is East of that, between Islamabad and Thibet." I have a map, but
do not get it out.

   "Is that why you sound English?"

   "The English, occupied Jammu, because of the Temples there." I nod. 
Also, many speak English there, for the tourists, who come to see the
temples.

   "So, you're Hindi, or Muslim?"

   I shook my head, "I do speak Hindi, but I am an Atheist.  I grew up,
surrounded by Gods, and temples.  Muslims, and Sihks, so I decided not to
pick one."

   "You don't believe in God?"

   "I do not, believe anything about them."

   "So, that's Agnostic."

   "Is that not," I thought, "I do not know, that may be."

   "Well, it means you don't know, and you just said you don't know, so
yeah.  Agnostic."

   "Oh," I think I said I don't believe, "I believe you are right, then."

   She nodded, smiling.  "So," she traced circles on the counter with her
fingers.  "You live here?"

   I pointed, "The hotel," across the street, "My family, owns that.  As
well."

   "Oh," she nodded, "Well, I don't need a ho-tell," she turned back, "Just
a place to park." Smiled, and blinked an eye.

   "There is an RV park, down the road, and take a left at Main." I tried
to move her arm, "Let me show you," under the plastic mat, on the counter.

   She shook her head, "maybe later, when do you get off?"

   "Work?" She nodded, I stepped back.  She was leaning in, so close I
could smell her breath.  "Well, you have to pump your gas, and move your
RV, you are blocking the pumps."

   "Okay," she stood up, and took her bag.

   I shook my head, watched her on the outside cameras, but I had to use
the PA by the gas register.  "No smoking at the pumps." She put her lighter
back in the bag, and tapped the end on her hand to show it was not lit. 
So, I turned on the gas.  She looked around, saw the camera, waved, then
stuck up her finger.  With a smile, I just shook my head.  She finished
filling up, and moved her trailer before she came back for the change from
her $50.00.

   "So, when do you get off?"

   "I am just filling in for my uncle.  So, when he comes back from his
lunch break."

   "You got any plans after that?" She winked, again.

   "No, I am off after that."

   "Then come see me, after that." She walked out, "You can show me some
place to park." let the door swing shut.

   I watched her, pull out, but she only drove across the street.  To the
hotel parking lot, she waited, but my uncle came out soon.

   "Do you want to go, Tamil."

   "Uncle, did you hear her.  Talking to me?"

   He was in the office the whole time.

   "Yes."

   "Do you think, she was flirting with me?"

   He laughed, "Yes, she was."

   "All right," I gave him the keys to the register.  "Uncle."

   He gave me a small box back, "Go get her, tiger." and winked at me as
well.

   I did not feel like the tiger.  If anything, I felt like the calf.

   ;

   "Mona." (fm Virg...)

   Took his sweet time, but I watched him walk across the street.  Rolled
down the window, and threw out my butt.  "What's that for?" I grinned at
the 3 pack of condoms.

   "I do not know." He looked at them.  "My uncle," he looked back, across
the street...

   "Well," Kinda cute, "You ever used one before?"

   "No."

   "Get in." I turned the keys, and shifted down to low while he walked
around the hood.  Just to get her rolling, up the hill, trailer in tow. 
"Are you a virgin?"

   "I am Tamir."

   "Is that what you are?"

   He shook his head.  "That is my name.  There are no palm trees, here."

   "What's that mean?"

   "My name.  It is Arabic, for a palm grove farmer."

   "Oh, for coconuts?"

   "Dates," He nodded.

   "Well, I guess this is a first date," I rubbed his leg, and he squirmed,
"Have you ever had sex before, Tamir?"

   "What is your name?"

   "Uh," shrug, "Mona?"

   "Is that short," he just looked at my hand, "For," in his lap.  "Any
thing?"

   "Ramona," I guessed.  I like names, with Moan in it.  Winked again. 
"That's what these are for, having sex.  You knew that, right?" I took the
box from his hands.  "You play with yourself, Tamir?" Dropped it on the
seat, and felt it.  Already hard.

   "No."

   "Why not?  You're not religious, right?"

   "I do not, know.  I just never have."

   "Well, what do you do, when it gets hard like this?" Cute little thing.

   "Uh!" He closed his eyes, so I stopped.  Before he blew it, just rubbed
his lap.  "Wait."

   "For what?"

   "For it to go away."

   "Well, that's boring.  You're not gay, are you, Tamir?"

   "No." Yeah, keep saying that, I can't help grinning.  Ear to ear.

   "You like girls, like me?"

   "I like you." He nodded.  Eyes open now, he said right on main.  So, I
signaled, and pulled up at the light.

   "Yeah?  You said Right at main, right?"

   He blinked, shook his head.

   "No, the trailer park is to the left."

   "Shit." Click, click.  The signal switched, but there was no traffic
coming, so I pulled across.  "You think I'm sexy?" Felt his lap again. 
"Tamir?"

   "Oh, yes." His hardon.  I bet he's not circumcized.  Good, more to play
with, and more flavor too.  I never been with an Indian, but he's a very
light skinned one, so he looks more Arab.  Well, he said between Pakistan,
and Tibet, so Asian, I guess.  I been with Asians before, just not Indian
Asian.  It's a big continent, the biggest.  All kinds of Asians.

   "You want to fuck me, Tamil."

   "Yes."

   "Hard?"

   "Oh yes." I stopped again, before he blew it.

   "This it?" he said RV park, then Trailer Park, this was obviously the
last kind.

   "The RVs are in back."

   "Oh," both hands on the wheel, after signaling, "So around back, or do I
drive through?"

   "You can drive through."

   "Okay," so I turned.  Grinning.  Good tease, he's easy to tease, and I
bet he was getting blueballs by now.  Yeah, slow jerk.  First.  Lick, and
bite my lip.  Already getting hot and sweaty between my legs.  "Huh!  Just
need a place to park."

   "The office is there." He pointed, at a trailer, but behind it were the
RV spots, and it had a office window on the end.  Almost like a
drive-through, so i drove through.

   "I'll check in in a minute." Way too horny now...

   .

   ,
M.I.A: {Gf/f Chat Cams Sext Diap AgeP Nepi Role Poty...}

   BLINK!

   "Mh?" Find my phone, already vibrating again.  BLINK!  "Uh!" Find a can,
shake it, and turn over the lit screen to check for ashes.  "Huh!" Warm
stale flat beer, but better than the taste in my mouth, kill it and throw
it on the pile with the rest.  Check my messages:

   [Misha invited you to Chat]

   Swipe.

   (U up?

   I got a girlfriend!]

   [Yeah.  Sup?) Send back.

   BLINK!
(IMG: ]

   The two of them, double selfy, I guess.  Yawn.

   [She black.) I think.  Dark skinned, anyway.  But not like, African
features.  Her nose, and lips, look.  Well, they're black too, but not
shaped like most black girls'.

   (African/American.

   Half Italian, but from Africa.]

   [Yeah?)

   (Yeh, Zula.  This Zula.

   My names Zula.]

   (Oh, how old RU, Zula?

   That like Zulu?]

   [Mebe, my daddy from Zula,

   That the town, in Africa

   But my mama Italian.

   From Asmara.)

   (Oh, nice to meet you.  Zula]

   [IDKNE Zulu, just a little Swahili.

   Italian.  And English, o corse.)

   (Sexy!]

   [Yeh

   Imean, "Yeah?")

   (Na.  Sarcasm.  So, U gay?]

   [Not really.  Just playin.

   She say U play.

   Porn, w/ her?)

   (Yeah, but not for reals.

   Just online.]

   Can't really, because she's black.  I'm white, and it's kind of a racist
town.  So, people notice when a black girl hangs out with a white girl. 
Much less anything gay, but the interracial aspect draws attention, so it's
even harder to run around, find some place private, without getting caught.
I had no idea, well some clues.  Growing up there, you see graphitti, hear
the occasional racist epithets.  Like "Nigger," I'm not racist, just
quoting them, but I heard it.  Wasn't until presumptive president Trump,
and Pence they got brave, and stopped trying to hide it as much.

   (I wanna CU.]

   [Kami?)

   (Yeh,]

   [Let me boot up the laptop.)

   (Can U send some pictures, or video?

   Wish I can CU, 4 reals.

   I miss U.]

   [Awe.)

   (She got a computer.]

   (We ova @ my house.

   My moma computer, but we usin it.]

   Send a cam request, once I sign in, load the software, plug it in the
phone line...

   ...

   "Huh!"

   "Hey," she blew a kiss.  "Mwuh!"

   "Hey, Zula?"

   "Yeh," holding her in her lap, "It Zulah." Says it more like Zewlah than
Zoola.

   "Well, how about Hannah?"

   "What about, who Hannah?"

   "Nobody, just call me that." Shrug, "It's better not to use real names,
so we don't get caught.  You know this' illegal, right?"

   "Chilepone." She looks older, see a little breast flattened behind
Misha's arm.  Well, maybe closer to my age, but Misha's little more than a
girl, and not going to be 18, for quite a while.

   "How old're you?" She looks away, or her eyes, avoid contact.

   "Ateen?"

   "Right.  Uh, but Misha ain't, so it's still illegal."

   "Yeh." She nods.  "I like it," she feels her up, through the orange
blouse.  Flat as a little girl, or practically.  A little growth, under her
nipples, training bra, but not much.  "Smq!" Misha turns back from the
kiss, smiling.  "I don't like, Titty." She looks down, chucks her head. 
"Keni see yo.  Bidness?" I know what she means, for some reason that's a
euphemism for pussy, but I move the laptop down, between my legs, and kick
off the covers.  "Yeh." Appropriately enough, it is in fact my business,
and it's just getting better!

   "Y not?" Naked, in bed.  Think about getting up for a drink, if I got
one.  The leftover beer just dried out my mouth, but.  "I mean, why don't
you like breasts?" I do, tells me I'm touching a woman.  Not a girl, which
I like to.  Or a boy, a man, it's all different, and I like that.

   "They all right," her hand came up, to the side of her chest, "Like
mines, but.  Idunno, not on girl.  I'm skrate, I like mens, but I play wit
girl."

   "You want to watch us play?" Misha hopped up.

   "Play what?" Not really getting wet down there either.

   "Bebedoll." She grinned, while Misha wandered off in the background. 
Her girlfriend looked over, reached around the frame, and turned it. 
Tilted it down to show Misha.  On the bed, turning over to lay back. 
"Pampuhs."

   "How about Pam?" I thought.  Sit up, and look at the clues on the
screen. I like them, clues to the people I'm talking about.  Not really a
mystery, but like one, how I get to know them.

   Laptop, judging by the edge of a touch screen, and upside down AMD logo
in the corner.  On a desk, across from a bed.  Looked like an adult
bedroom, no posters, but pictures on a dresser.  "Uh," might have to edit,
"You might want to turn those pictures around." Get up.  Grab another can
from the fridge, PCH!  On the way back to bed.  "Don't want anyone to see,
something that might identify you, neither." Back, on the other side of the
bed now.  Misha laying back, her legs up, hands between them, and the top
of her underwear.  Over her wrists, khaki shorts split open around them,
but up to her wrists in her panties.  All up in her bidness, so they would
say.

   She just tipped the frames down on the dresser, 1 by 1...  "Like
Pampuhs."

   "Yeh!" She turns, grins over her shoulders.  "We ain't got none, they
make big enuff for huh." Nods, then looks over.  At misha.  "Now, you know
you ain't sposed tado that, baby." Misha nodded.  "You nasty." She pulls
her hands out.  "Dirty lil bebe."

   "Yeh."

   "Ima hafta change you," she picked up a safety pin, plucked the other
one out of the corner of the bed.  Pinning a square of cloth, white.

   "Wahhhh!" She acted it up, closing her eyes, kicking and wailing.

   Pam grinned, white even teeth, on her dark face, thin lips though, and
her nose is almost pointed.  Turned down, but not round, and flattened,
like I would expect from an African girl.  Well, she did say she was half
Italian, but her hair puffed back in matted curls, like a mane.

   "Quit dat cryin!  You want somethin't cryabout?"

   Misha stopped, shook her head.  Mouth closed, grinning, but eyes wide
open.  All up in my business, I know this will get lots of hits.  Porn, is
pretty much free.  Yeah, there's paysites, but if you want to see guys
talking girls into semi-public blowjobs and sex, then you don't Have to
pay. To see that, just a Tube search, interracial, teens, gangbangs, even
rape fantasy.  HeavyR, free, you don't have to pay to see that.  So, not as
much money in that, even Bestiality if you're into it.

   Childporn, they'll pay to see that, but a black girl/mixed teen, playing
with diapers in their mom's room?  Yeah, lots of guys will pay to see that,
guys I know, from chats.  No client list, don't want that on your computer
either, but that's why the dialup.  I can plug in, upload, then unplug it,
and phone lines aren't as easy to trace as digital connections like Cable,
and DSL.

   Not even my thing, "Uh, can you turn, for the camera?" Misha grabbed a
pillow, to lay sideways.  So we can see between her legs, all up in her
business, with her shorts and panties off.  "Don't block her, Pam."

   "Sarreh," she moved her hips.  Broad hips, and a pretty flat round ass.
like her nose, lips, and freckles.  Don't even look like Misha's black
booty.  Legs up to push it off the matress, tuck the square cloth under.

   Sip my beer, and feel around with my free hand.  "Yeah," warming up,
"That's good." Getting a little damp, even.  Just barely enough room for a
rolling swivel chair, not close close, but close enough to see the
tan-lines.  Her dark legs below the hem of shorts, and the black patch of
her hairless pussy.  I'd seen it, lick my lips a little.  And my fingers,
to taste them, get a little wetter with spit.  "Nh!" Tease my fingertip in,
and out, rub it up and down between my clit, and my bidness.

   Good for bidness.  My bidness.  Beats getting a real job.

   "You got to pee?"

   "Yeah."

   Pam put her finger up, 1 over her thin grinning lips, but didn't Sh. 
She's supposed to be a baby, and babies don't talk.  Part of her fantasy,
her fascinating sick incestuous fantasy.  I think, close enough, not like
my clients could tell the difference.  They black, might as well be sistas.
Even call eachother that, so Sistas in the description.  "Yeh." They'll
like that.  Anything you can add to make it sicker, doesn't just turn me
on, and get me into the fantasy, but also means more guys will pay to see
it.  Interracial, Pseudo-incest, Pseudosaphic molestation.  "Huh!" I can
practically hear the cash register ring, like Bells.

   Beats the hell out of hooking, too.  Safer, they get what they want, and
pay well enough for it, but they can't hurt you.  Over the line, on the
internet like they could in a hoe-tell, or their car, back at their place
where you never know if they have a dungeon.  Rope...

   "HUHKH!" Squeezing my throat, too.  "HUKHUH HUH!" Yeah, it's not my
fantasy, but it's hot enough.  Just need a little extra, to get in the
mood. 'yeh, you nasty ass ho.' They don't even hear me, but they're busy.
"Nh!, hm." Stick my thumb down my throat like a big ole dick, KuhghK! 
"KHAH!"

   ;

   Bad_Girls[.Txt] By PampaMe@Ateen.Org.  (Fictional site/address.)

   [Mommy and Daddy away, so we can play on they bed.  R best game:
Babydoll, with the Dipas, anda Potty.  My little sista so nasty, she wet
herself so I can play wid it, and change her.  Then I show her the potty,
how to use it, and that get me wet 2.  So she can kiss it, and drink the
piss right out my pussy.  She still thirsty, so she wanna suck my titty 2.
On they puter, so you can watch, if U want.  $24.99 for 12:47 total
runtime.]

   ;

   Paper Planes (M.I.A.  Don't worry about the Story/Trigger codes at this
point.  Doesn't change much, pretty sure you picked up on what to expect at
this point.)

   (You a choka?]

   [Gasper?)

   (Yeh, you like chokin yoself?]

   [Sometimes, a little?)

   [Y?)

   (IDK, it makes it more intense?

   You ever just spin around, as a little girl to get dizzy, and fall down
laughing?]

   [Nah, but I seen it.)

   [Well, like that, and when i get off, the rush of oxygen makes it way
better.

   So, How'd you guys meet?)

   (U no, pornos?  Kamisha cousin caught her, and all the girl talk about
it.  "She nasty," you know, the usual.  So yeh, I nasty 2, and my sista
won't feelin it, no more.]

   [Your sister?)

   (Yeh, oh yeah.  I play wit her first, but she outgrowed it.]

   [Play baby?)

   (Well, she wuzza bebe, when we startet.  Then she potty train, and we
play potty, but we kept playin babydoll 2.  I guess I alway wanet 1, a
babydoll, an I didn't get no potty when I's growin up.  We ain't had none
in Asmara, but den we get here, and all the otha girl.  White ones, mostly,
I means even the black girl had white ones.  I got to play wit dem, but den
I won't feelin it.]

   [Sexy?)

   (No, it won't sexy.  Back den, it get sexy l8a when I meet Misha, but
wit Mara, we just playin.  Babydoll, but she better den a baby doll.  She
real, and she had all the, you no.]

   (Her business?]

   [Yeah, pussy, ass, she peen poop for reals, and a poddy.  Dolls is fake,
so I won't feelin it, like Mara.)

   (Then you said she stopped, feeling it?]

   [Well, you know.  She growed up.  O bigger, she quit wettin, and say she
done wanna play baby games no more, so I quidit.)

   (Then you played it with Kisha.]

   [Nah.  I mean yeah, obviously, but it was years.  I done play it fo a
while, den I start baby sittin, and.  I member, playin wit Mara, and den I
start watchin bebes again.)

   (So, you started playing with them...]

   [Yeh, but then it diffrent.  I sayed it won't sexy wit Mara, then I try
it wit my cousin Carlo, but I won't feelin dat, neitha.)

   (Because he's a boy?  CarlO, instead of CarlA.]

   [Yeh.  Latin suffix, a bebeboy.)

   (But you said you skrate, this morning.]

   [Are you making fun of the way I write?)

   (Sorry, no.  You said, and I quote: "I skrate." Like that.  I just
didn't use Quotes.]

   [Well, I'm not stupid, and it's offensive, for white girls to mock me,
and the way I talk.)

   (YU do it, then?

   I mean, obviously, you can speak, and write proper English, but you
don't.)

   (IDK, because it is easier?  I just get lazy, some times.  I am real
good in English, and Spanish class, but this just a Chat.  Not like a
teacher, you ain't grading me on it, just don't try to sound black.  You
can't, and is insulting.]

   [All RIGHT!

   I get it.  Damn,

   I said I wasn't teasing you, I just forgot to use "quotes" FFS.)

   (Yeah, well I ain't feeling it, now.

   So, XYL.]

   (What?]

   [seXt You L8r.)

   (Good.

   Bye.]

   [Yeahbye.)
   [PamalaMa is Offline.]