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 IDFK where to put this one, probably it's own subfolder once I figure out
which of the convergent storylines to append it to.  (All of them)

   {Continuing the tradition of female predators doing stereotypically male
behavior, this does happen.  A lot, I would estimate, but it's hard to find
statistics, because it's Not Reported.  Much like maternal Incest, only in
this case it's Catholic Molestation.  Except instead of men molesting boys,
it's a girl, then woman, molesting little girls.}

   ;

   Catholitas

   "Poly" (fF Sedu) PNE - Monoton Synchron (:W: Mix, Maschinenmuzik
Extended CD/DVD)

   She ate like a marine.  Some "Beef Pot Pie" meaning canned stew covered
in biscuit dough in a hotel pan, and scooped out onto the tray with a side
of fruit salad, greens tossed in too much ranch, some random chunk of
day-old and I grabbed a glass to fill up from the pitchers of coolaid on
the end.  Like a cafeteria, I came up, and set down my tray, keychain
rattling in the seat as i slipped in beside her.  Alone at the table, she
dropped her fork, glared, then resumed chewing.

   "You want to eat alone?" I pulled my tail around my shoulder to lean
back.  her face softened, and she smiled, swallowing.  Looking me down,
then back up.

   "Haven't seen you here before," she winked, a little carrot stuck
between her teeth.  "You some kind of crust punk." Her eyes went back and
forth between my hand tattoos.

   I shrugged, "Rivethead, but I guest I've gotten pretty crusty lately." I
held up the dagger hand, "I'm poly."

   "Ruth," she sucked between her teeth.  "Smhq!" Picked out the carrot
with a pinky nail.  Charming!  Smelled sweaty, but like a jock, and a slob.
I knew that, just seeing her right here, for the first time in person. 
"How old're you?" It's nothing like the memories.

   "14?" give or take a couple years, she looked meaningfully at my hands.
"Street tats, you know.  Electric razor parts, insulin needles, and
biro-ink?" She nodded.

   "You been tested?" For AIDS, an STD, meaning she's thinking sex.

   "Wouldn't let me in without the county health card." I'm in disguise,
this way no one will recognize me.  ~T.  Kurgan.

   "That's for the shelter," I shrugged, "Where you stayin'?" Men's only,
for some reason.

   "My van?" I hooked my thumb, "I'm a technomad, so I just have to worry
about being fed."

   "Like a, rivet."

   "That's my subculture," I rattled my goggles against my headphones, both
around my neck, "Postpunk, but Industrial."

   "Oh, right." Hiding in a Convent through the 90s, "Like Punk." you tend
to miss stuff like that.

   "Or Goth, Raver..." Any of the Instakits, really.

   "Mhm?" she chewed, pretended to pay attention.  Lost interest. 
Swallowed, "I'm just a dyke, but I like New Wave."

   "Yeah?" not really hungry and if I was, I'd probably want something more
like real food.

   "Yeah, you want that?" I just pushed my tray over, "You know, Depeche
Mode, Petshop Boys, Cindy Lauper, Madonna, Billy Idol, Eurythmics, uh..."
Picked up a forkful of, something and something else.  "Devo?"

   I nodded, "Elvis Costello." After the Fall

   "Hmh!"

   "Art of Noise," Close to the Edit, "Throbbing Gristle," Discipline,
"Nitzer Ebb." Getting Closer.

   "Hm?"

   I rested my elbow, and turned my cheek into the back of my hand.  "Never
mind." Sniffed.  Lactating!  "How old are you?"

   She shrugged, "Twerny won?" kept chewing.

   "You wanna buy me a drink after dinner?" I winked back.  Didn't ask her
about her sexual hystery, she'd only lie about it anyway.  Just compare
what I can remember to the memory dump tonight.

   ;

   Ruth (Ffg Nepi NS)

   I went to get Jenny from the Orphanage, and fed her, before we left. 
"You don't mind," she didn't stare, but that's what they're for.  I didn't
want to pump, then have one of the sisters give her a bottle, though
they're down to 3 in the dorm fridge.

   "I was raped." Just get that out of the way, "My girlfriend's son. 
Teenager, metalhead, byegones." I sighed, and she latched back on.  "I'm
over it, but it helps to skip the triggering questions."

   "Why a lesbian has a daughter," she shrugged, "I know, a lot of them go
to the doctor, get a turkey baster, or some just find a friend they trust,
to do it the old fashioned way.  You're okay?"

   "I hate men."

   "Well actually, not all men are like that." she scoffed.  She's, well
homeless, but at least she made a look out of it?  Derlichte' ~Mogutu. 
Looked like staples woven in her hair, like a cable around the chord of her
headphones.  Rattling against the welding goggles, like a plastic bowtie
when she moved around, how does she sleep like that?  Barbed wire tail, in
the step-van I noticed pulled in front of the gate after the bus came back.


   "Huh!" I switched sides, and felt her latch back on.  "Idafucking care,"
shrug, gently, "They're all, well so sexist, and shit."

   "It just takes one asshole, but they lie.  So, negativity bias, you
avoid interactions with men, so only the assholes barge in to interact with
you."

   "Lotta homophobes round here." Nod.

   "Utah."

   "Yeah, I guess." Just not going to ask, but she doesn't?  Any of those
cliche questions, okay am I old enough to buy beer, just a minute, so it
doesn't get Jenny drunk, but she.

   I don't know what I missed, but when I held her up, she made this weird
face, like she recognized her?  Yeah, right, only 14 months old, but I had
to correct her when she called her "Ginny."

   "Jenny's short for Janeanne," to help her remember, "14 months.  How I
wound up here, they had the men's shelter, but I told them I was
considering taking the vows.  They got me helping out around the grounds,
and buildings instead."

   "You're pretty handy, man,' she laughed.  "You know the guys call you
that, the homebums."

   "Where are you from?"

   "Doesn't really matter, the world is my back yard." She winked again,
but not like she had at my baby.  Pretty dry now, I let my shirt down and
fixed my cups.  "Let me take her back to the orphanage, and I'll meet you
at the van?"

   She looks kinda like, Christina Ricci?  Okay, a little older.  Boobs
under that army jacket with the sleeves ripped off.  Hitting on me hard,
but at least my bra doesn't feel so tight, and heavy.  One good came out of
this, I guess.  Up to a 34D, bigger'n her's.  I'll tell you that.  I even
let myself smile on the way back, out to her van, in front of the gate.

   ;

   Molly {Sneaker Pimps - The Chauffeur (Meli-Melo)}

   She met me on my porch.  "Whatcher Poison?" Which is to say the cab,
basically like a glazed front porch with the seats to kick back, I already
tilted the steering column up, and pulled out the bottle.

   I pulled out the bottle, "Ouzo?" Boutari, I cracked it, and unscrewed
the cap.  Poured some in the refill cup in the dash holder between us, put
the cap back on.  "Dewzo blast." She wrinkled her nose, while I took a sip
from the straw.  Strong enough, the trick is how to approach this.  "Try
it."

   She peeled back the cap, looked dubiously inside.  "Baja Blast?" Took a
sip from the rim, and made a face.  She's 19, lied of course.  No doubt had
ways to get whiskey, bum off the homeless guys.

   "Don't like Baja Blast?"

   "I hate Absinthe, Anisette, Ouzo, Sambuca, Retzina, uhm," thought.

   "Jagermeister." She winced.  Looked a little green in the sodium vapor
from the lamps across the street.

   Little triggers.  I don't have a copy, just a record of the Generations.
She's The Morion, the Prima, where the Succubis broke away after
interrupting the Undernet, this time around.  As much as I can understand
it without getting a headache.  Finishing the cup, "Kah!" I screwed off the
cap for some more to chase it.

   "Girl, you can drink!"

   "Well, I'm home." I tossed the keys in the empty cup-holder, and set the
bottle on top.  "Huh!  If the cops come, they can't tell me to move without
entrapment.  They'd basically be telling me to DUI," then have to order a
tow to move me to this Impound lot, take me in, and book me.  Too much
trouble for a Public Intoxication.

   "How long you been drinking?"

   "Since I was about your age?" She looked shocked, "AhahaHAHA!  I lied."
Duh, so did she.

   "Huhuh, you got me."

   "Yeah."

   She looked around, "So." Down between the floorboards.  "What's UMC"

   "Utilimaster.  Um.  Motor, Werks." I took a deep breath, and my eye
drooped.  "Whew!" She was looking better and better!

   I leaned over, between the seats, and she reached up to feel my hair. 
Kissing me, still had most of her teeth, but I tasted the deep cavities in
the tops of the molars.  "So," I wiped my mouth, "Wanna fuck?"

   "All right." She rolled her door shut.  I pulled myself up by the chain
latching the door between us, and slid it open.

   "Mi casita es sou casita." I turned, and fell back on the bed, laughing.

   ;

   Gilda (Gg Pedo Dream.)

   Okay, I'm going to call myself Gilda, because being anonymous means I
don't have to lie.  I'm a pedophile, was ever since 4th grade, when I got
my period, and with it my sexuality.  I lied, I hid it, but there's
closets, then there's closets.  I said I was a "Lesbian," as bad as that
was given the environment, the concept that it's "Sin" to hide the real
truth.  I know better than anyone that Pedarasta is not gay.  I don't like
women, I didn't even like girls my age when I was little more than a girl,
I like little girls.

   By little, I'm going to say about 4-6.  Out of diapers, potty trained,
but before they start to lose their teeth.  I discovered this in public
school, but also noticed something else: Boys, mostly older ones, 6th
graders, noticing me.  Now, I was not raised Catholic, actually Anglican,
we went to church, had a female priest, and even some same sex couples
tolerated there.  I converted, to go to Private school, lied about getting
away from boys, when really I just wanted access to girls.  Honestly, the
priest pedophile scandal hit the news, and not only gave me the idea, but
also finally told me what was wrong with me.

   An "Oh!" moment, I knew it was wrong.  Not thinking about sex, thinking
about little girls.  I was raised pretty progressively for a churchgoer,
and of course there was the outrage on the news.  Child molesters are bad,
mmkay?  I knew that we even got the grade school talk on Stranger Danger,
every year, so 3 times to drive it home.  I can tell you, I did not look
like that, the shadowy figure with the eyes cut off by the fedora (Or
possibly Trilby) and popped collar on the trenchcoat.

   I looked like a plain 8 year old girl.  The best disguise there is, and
while I giggled about it, I didn't do it to be bad.  I did it to molest
little girls, for sexual satisfaction, and lied about it because it was
bad. However, once I started paying attention, I saw it.  The uniform, the
cute innocence, the "Proper" little virgins, and I fell in lust with that.
In particular, after I came up with the plan, I realized they're perfect,
in so many ways:

   First of all, they're prey.  A predator needs prey, and here I was an
8yo little girl.  I didn't want a gross boy (They're still gross) a scary
man, or even to be exploited by an older woman.  Let me tel you, they do
exist.  Even in the church, specifically at St.  Luke's Episcopal church,
where the Sunday cool teacher got fired for having a tweenage boyfriend. 
Several tweenage boyfriends, not at once, but after she was outed, it turns
out that one of the 14 year olds had her when he was 11-12, then the 16yo
before him, and the 18yo before him...  If she hadn't gotten caught with
Jonny, she would have left him for another boy after that.

   So yeah, but that didn't come out until after I left.  Then, I started
school at St.  Jude's.  In the summer, a year-round, they didn't even do
spring break.  The "New Girl," I suppose, but I had Anglican friends to
hang out after school.  The private school was mostly for Victims, and
Cover.  So, I kept to myself, ignored the teasing, and payed attention.

   My first Victim was Allie.  I'll say, the first letter, I'm not going to
tell you their real names any more than give you my current location, or
bra size.  I was flat, skinny, just starting to swell in the nipples.  She
was 4, in pre-K, and the youngest there.  I had to ask the faculty why, and
here's where I discovered how much of a perfect place I had found:

   They told me.  In hushed whispers, in private, but these good Catholics?
They all knew, My teacher, the daycare/children's minister, councilor, and
principal.  All used key phrases, I didn't write about it for over a decade
because of the secret, but I remember the important parts:

   "Why is she so scared all the time?"

   "Abuse," every time.

   "What kind of abuse?"

   Whispered, 'sexual abuse.' By her father, that's all they would say, but
I asked 4 adults, and that was the official story.  She came here, to live,
because her father abused her, and when he got caught, they took her in. 
Like an orphanage, but the only one.  Orphan, instead of a bunch of them,
all together.

   Alone, and "She could really use a friend, closer to her own age." I did
it again, and a gain, going to adults who knew her, then to the bathroom.
To frantically finger myself, imagining her naked, and all the sexual
abuses she could have endured.

   My first victim, she was perfect.  Now I can say that I'm most attracted
to their weakness.  Being so small, ignorant, and she was the youngest.  So
quiet, sad, lonely, I had no idea what to say, or really what I wanted to
do, but she was not a virgin, out of diapers, and so lonely.

   Blonde, and blue eyed, but her hair was short, and wrecked.  Uncombable,
short, and pulled or cut out in tangles, split all the way to the root. 
Like a homeless child, an orphan of course, with nobody to help her with
the nightmares.  The memories, so I did that.  Talked to the principal when
i got there, then met the youth minister (Councilor) then my teacher, then
recess.  I talked to the kindergarden teacher, by the mini-playground.  Too
young for Kindergarten, but still there, i asked about her, then went to
play with her.

   She sat alone, in the corner playing with a filthy doll in the dirt. 
Hair just as wrecked, tangled, bouncing her around on her feet.  "Hello,
Eve." I sat down, but she had her legs spread.  Wide open, to play with her
doll in the dirt.  Between them, "I'm Gildie!"

   "Gildie." Or goldie, but it's a pun.  A plea: Guilty, that I never
confessed.  It's a catholic rite, I wasn't even old enough to sit in the
box, and lie about.  Boys, right, since I was there for the little girls.
Like this, her once-white panties stained, and dusted with dirt from
sitting in the corner, without skirt management.  I even leaned, turned,
talking to her, and playing with her doll.

   To see her lips, one, or the other, through the side of her panties,
puffed out from sitting in the dirt.  Playing with her doll, I took off her
clothes, and diaper to play with naked.

   "Like your daddy?" She looked scared.  "It's okay, he's not here.  He
won't hurt you again, here." Right between the legs, of the doll, but it
took a while to find out how.  20 questions, sometimes yes, or no, nodded,
or just crying when I triggered her.  Saying things, "His dick.  His big
hard dick.  In your pussy?"

   I hugged her, crying, so nobody could see.  So much smaller, behind me,
in the corner.  Holding her, and feeling between us.  Our legs, under her
skirt, in her underpants, even a little grit, on her fat dirty little
pussy.

   I'm a child molester, she was just the first.  Why I'm writing this
here, now I don't have to lie, or make excuses.  I can brag, about how I
made her cry, and molested her, right there in the corner of the
Kindergarten playground on recess, and got away with it.  "There," she even
stopped crying, "Doesn't it feel better?  It doesn't hurt, like your daddy,
fucking you."

   He raped her, all the time.  Even when she was in diapers, when he got
her alone he took it off, stuck his fingers in her.  Then she learned to
potty, and he did it in the bathroom.  Made her suck it, and jizzed on her.
Then he started fucking her, sticking his big grownup dick in the tight
little toddler pussy, in his bed, for nap time, while his wife was away at
work.

   Every day, a stay at home dad, all the time, whenever he could get it up
again.  Daddy's little pussy, I got off over and over again, all day long,
thinking about it.  Her crying, screaming, struggling, and covered in cum,
then the bath before mommy got home.  When she was 4.

   I'm not even going to try to make excuses, this is what I am.  He was my
fucking hero, for doing that to her, so she could be taken away brough
here, so I could do it to her.  Make her my victim too, my first.  The
easiest, it was the easiest ever, then after school they showed me where
she slept.

   It was an office, an empty one.  They had more then teachers, or 2 could
share an office, but that ment somebody had to stay there, all the time to
take care of her.  Or take her home, but she had problems.  She was
violent, not just tantrums, but she attacked one of the teacher's children,
her son, and even a single teacher in her sleep.  From being raped, by her
daddy, she didn't know any way to act it out.  Her nightmare, her life, or
the horror that she couldn't forget.

   Well enough to think about anything else, it was always there.  Any
other kids even tried to talk to her, she would scream, attack, and try to
hurt them, though she was too small.  Without a weapon, so she would find
something, hit at me with her doll until I stopped her.  Held her,
struggling, and touched her.  Then she stopped crying.

   Ask me, I don't know.  That's how I did it, but I couldn't tell the
faculty that's why I was different.  All I know is the only way I ever
found to calm her down, break the tantrum, and stop her crying hysterically
was molest her.  That worked, and it's great for me, because that's all I
wanted, either.

   The important thing about her room is it was inside.  The wing, right by
the doors to the chapel, it was a Church once.  I won't tell you the whole
history, but it started out a "Mission" church, with a sundays school, then
over 100 years, it grew so the school was famous across town, and the old
church/school room became a chapel, for Service.

   Because of where it was, her room had no windows.  Neither did the
bathroom across the hall, but everyone was scared of her.  Everyone else, I
didn't love her.  I don't love, I can't, I barely even tried before I gave
it up.  I'm not a pedophile any more than a lesbian, I'm a child molester.
Her pain, fear, rage, and violence was sexy.  Even her wrecked hair, and
dirty clothes are, I don't know why, but that's what I like.  Not pretty
perfect girls, like the so called friends I hide in.

   Broken, pieces of people.  Not to fix, but to fuck with.  Jam together,
little monsters, even worse than me, I suppose, but not to feel more
normal. To feel more perverted, to be a monster with, the monster, queen of
the monsters, horror sex.  I don't know how else to put it, but the first
time I really felt it was rubbing the gritty dry dirt in her pussy with my
fingers.  In her panties, under her skirt, out in the corner of the recess
yard.  In the middle of all those girls playing, laughing and squeeling
like screams.

   While she cried, until she stopped, and started to like it.  That after
noon, I asked to stay, and the principal called my parents.  Supervised,
for a while, so we had to play it straight.  Innocent, with dolls, but I
pointed out "She's dirty.  She needs to wash up," and wrinkled my nose. 
They didn't have a bathroom, or a shower.  They had a restroom, but left me
alone with her.  As soon as they were sure they wouldn't hurt me.

   I have to LOL now.  That's what they're afraid of, her finding something
sharp, or dangerous, not because she's 4, but because she was so violent. I
had to promise, never to take my eyes off of her, assure them that I was 8,
twice her age, and more than double her size.  "She can't hurt me," unless
she got her hands on something sharp.

   The irony is they never considered the I, an 8 year old girl, would do
anything to hurt her.  Back then, I took credit for it.  Lying so well, but
now as an adult I can say that it's just denial.  Here they are,
professional teacher, and yet still so ignorant.  Not just Catholic
teachers, nor Christians in private schools, that's the way America still
thinks to this day.  That's why I'm bragging about it now, because I can. I
got away with it for years, I still do, and I will keep doing it, probably
the rest of my life, because people can't believe it, you don't even
believe me now, do you?

   That's right, it's just a story.  A fantasy, girls don't really do that,
right?  Sure, you bet.  And I'll keep getting away with it too, so thanks.
Stupid normal people, thanks for being such idiots.  I could do it without
you, I really should have been in prison decades ago, for life with all my
victims.  I remember every single one.

   My first, was not my best.  Again, no idea what to do, I just knew I
wanted to, and figured out how to get the chance.  She was filthy, they got
me some more clothes, to change her into, a washcloth, towel, and soap.  To
wash her, from the sink in the restroom.

   Lavatory, really.  Just a box, why I think it might have been an 8' cube
of tile, and hung ceiling.  It had a urinal, a toilet, a sink, and handicap
bars.  That's it.  Soap, toilet paper, and paper towel dispensers, a trash
can stuck in the wall by the door.  They left me alone with her, naked, and
came back to check on her, but her teachers told me later.

   She was "Just happy someone can do it, without her throwing a fit."
Instead of her, terrified of a 4 year old.  Imagine that, a grown woman,
and kindergarden teacher scared of a little orphan.  Hah, I think it was
the fear, I didn't have any.  That's what made her lash out, and touching
her makes her feel better.

   She sucked her fingers, smiles while I'm touching her.  Her teacher cam
back, so I wiped her with the washcloth.  Standing up, pulling out her arm,
and even getting under it until she left.  Then back between her legs.  Her
smiling, around her fingers, tiny sighs through her nose.  She likes it, to
get molested, as long as it doesn't hurt, and I got to do it a long time.

   Before the teacher came back, with supper.  Burgers, I didn't even know
she left, we didn't even look at the door.  To think, I could have taken my
clothes, as long as she was gone, but I just kept touching her.  Molesting
her, groping, and squeezing her butt too.  Feeling up and down her soft
smooth legs with my other hand, her tummy, and back, but she just sucked
her fingers.

   Smiled, and sighed through her nose.  Looked at me, but I didn't kiss
her.  Say anything except for her teacher's benefit, but when we were
alone, I just touched her, all over.  My first time, I didn't know what
else to do, and honestly didn't care.  it's all I wanted, to see her naked,
and touch her.  All over but especially between her legs, but then I had to
put her clean clothes on her.

   Called my mom to get me, ate my burger with them until she picked me up.
Told her about, well the new girl at school.  "Annie," lies through my
teeth.  Made up all kinds of stuff, how old she was, her family, where she
lives, and all that, but just until we got home.  So I could go in my room,
pretend to sleep when she checked in on me, and masturbate until I passed
out.

   I rubbed myself raw.  With spit, and what little juice my pussy could
make but I didn't stop when it started to hurt.  I passed out from
exhaustion, 3 fingers still inside me.  I know, because I pulled them out
when I woke up.  In the middle of the night, and finally took a bath. 
Dreamed about her too, but I don't remember them clearly.  Years before I
thought to write anything down as "Fantasy." Or "Horror," but they weren't
nitemares.  I don't think I ever really had nitemares, just dreams that
would terrify a normal person.

   A little girl, that can feel anything but lust, hate, and pleasure from
another girl suffering.  I'm a psychopath, I know, but nobody else does. 
Who I am, how I really feel, I learned too young how to lie too well, and
fake it.  I don't even have to fake empathy, you know that?  It's true, I
was a girl, so people always just assumed I had it.  All girls do, right?

   Yeah, keep telling yourselves that, and I'll just keep getting away with
murder.  But, I get a little ahead of myself...

   Okay, well after that, I basically started staying after school, to help
whatever teacher spent the night get her ready for bed.  Wash up, ate
dinner with her, and also kept her company on lunch, or recess.  And
molested her, in the cafeteria, the lavatory, the playground, or her room,
wherever.

   At that point, they just don't want to know.  Had a blind spot that
followed them around, I can't say if there's anything to the thought that
psychopaths "Want to get caught," but I never consciously thought of it
like that.  I pushed boundries, which made it more exciting, and sexually
satisfying.  Exhibitionism, daring someone to notice, and do something
about it, but even the other kids looked away.

   I swear to god, we're into eachother, what we're doing, she'd fingerfuck
me right there in front of everyone, and I'm a quiet cummer.  I guess I
learned to hold my breath, then gasp masturbating alone, until like my
second day at school there.  I took her to the bathroom, she was chasing
other girls around, but they're laughing.  Playing "No tag," that's what
thy called it.  She was always it, but she couldn't catch them.

   The playground monster, we all knew it, they made a game out of it.  I
wasn't jealous when I came out, and caught her with Betty.  I don't know
how long, it was the same summer, what month, much less day of the week,
but at some point I wasn't Allie's only friend.  Even her bets friend, or
girlfriend, just the first girl she fucked.  Then Betty was standing in the
corner, kissing her while everyone else looked away.

   Same blind-spot, turned out to be a 1st grade 6 year old Lesbian, but I
just turned 9.  She smiled, looked down, and said "I'm sorry," but I saw
she was missing a tooth.  It bothered me, it still does, but I still didn't
know what I wanted.  Who, little girls, but Allie was really my practice
victim.  I had to practice on someone, and then she started staying after
school.

   To take care of her, lovers, but first I took them in the Chapel to
talk. In the corner, set up for Lunch, but we had our own table. 
Recess/Lunch, a lot of girls would just skip eating, the shitty church
food, and go play.  Or, you could go play when you're done eating.  Oh
yeah, I was late, because I went to the bathroom early, and fingered off
until the lunch bell rang.  It turns out Betty was a writer, too, or she
took notes before she went to talk to her.

   ;

   _Bailey_ (Ggg Saph/Mole) {Note, _Underlines_ means that something has
been erased, and rewritten.  In pencil, for instance to change names. 
Also, some speling erors intentionally to shew her as semi-literate, why
she spells wasn't "waznt."}

   _Eve_ was mean.  When she came to our school, to young, and the other
girls said all kinds of things.  It waznt until _Gwen_ came and figured it
out that anybody could go near her.  My friends dared me, but really I
wondered.  All year, "Wats wrong with her?"

   "Well I heard..." Nobody thought to ask a teacher.  Gwen did.  She said
better not use real names, in case they find this.  Shes right, its my
notebook, but we dont want to get nobody else in trouble.  I wondered how
she did it, hugged her, until she stopped fighting, then stopped crying,
and just sat there with her.  When nobody else can touch her or even get
close, but she let her.  Sucking her fingers, but I came up with a theory:

   "You think there gay?" They all laughed, and I dont know, went to play.
Or gossip in the lunchroom, play with there hair in the bathroom, I just
stayed up on the playgrownd, and watched them.

   I am.  Only 6 but isnt that old enough to realize what your imaginary
girlfriends mean?  The tooth fairy, my mommy told me, when the first one
pushed out, and I waited up, like christmas.  For Her to come, instead of
Santa Clauz, then when I woke up, I realized I must be dreaming.  You
remember in the movie Hook, when Tinkerbell felt so much love, she got big,
and kissed Peter Pan?

   Well, I didn't dream I was Wendy, or nobody.  Anybody else, but me.  I
think I'll say bailey, I like that name, so I can remember it.  I just
remember her flying in, seeing me sleeping, and falling in love.  So full
of love she got bigger, and bigger until she was big enough to float down
and kiss me.  Then I woke up, and I had a quarter under my pillow, but she
was gone.  Of course then I knew.

   I heard it was bad.  "Filthy dykes," my daddy called them.  The 2 girls
down the street, they just walk around holding hands, and kissing right in
front of anybody.  He says its bad, but one of them has a haircut.  Almost
as short as a boy, so it feathers around her head, and pretty face, like
Tinkerbell's, only black.  Without the bun neither, and she wears black, so
I guess like a black fairy.  There married, but her wife isn't like that.
She wears colors, and has long hair like a girl, but I didnt feel bad.

   I know I should, but ever since then I thought about kissing girls. 
Theres no boys at school, thank god, my brother goes to public school, but
he's mean, and his friends are mean too, cause I'm a girl.  I hated this
school to, but theres no boys, and I like that.  Just girls, but my mommy
told me, that boys useta chase her, and pull her hair on the playground. 
My daddy did, and then they got married, and got us.

   So, when my friends dared me to talk to her, well somebody.  They said I
was brave, but really I just loved her chasing me.  She couldn't catch me,
or hurt me, she didn't have no sizzers, I just love her to chase me.  I
laugh and laugh, but after recess I just sit and think about her.  Catching
me one day, and kissing me.  I like her hair, it's blond, and short, and
like a cloud around her head.  A storm, but I'm scared to, or I was.  I got
braver, and braver, but jealous of Gwen.

   That's what made up my mind, she figured it out first, she just needed
love.  To cure the hate in her heart, from the wicked things her mean old
daddy did to her.  She nodded, sucking her fingers, when Gwen told me.  She
don't talk, but shes the strong silent type, and I love that to.  My
friends call it mean, but shes so small, and there still so scared of her.
Even the grownups, and her teachers.

   So then, Gewn waznt there, and Evie was crying.  In her corner, the
other girls are too scared to go, even when she wasn't there, for fear she
might come back, and chase them out.  I watched them, and imagined her
taking her fingers out of her mouth.  The way she smiled, looking at her,
to kiss her, I couldn't let that happen.  Oh, and I lost another tooth, on
the bottom, but I stayed up all night, and the tooth fairy never came. 
Mommy kept checking and everything, she said maybe if i fall asleep, but i
wanted to see her.  beg her to take me away, with her to fairyland.  It
sounds better then heaven, and I can't go there, cause I'm gay.

   So when Gwen wasnt there i went to her and she got up and looked at me.
She didn't smile but i touched her arm, and she didnt get mad or cry.  Then
I pulled out her fingers and kissed her.  Like I always wanted to, I hugged
her but she pushed me, and took my hand.  She didn't just hold it like the
lesbians down the street, she pulled up her skirt, and put it on her
underpants.  "Hih," she sihed, so I kissed her more till Gwen come and
found us.  I saw her, before Gwen came and cleared her throte.

   "Ahem," she waznt even mad, she told me, but "We should talk."

   I told her how Evie used to touch herself.  the way she made me touch
her, and she said she touched her to.  "Where, when?"

   "After school."

   "At your house or hers?"

   "Oh, she lives here." I didn't know, the whole time I could have just
stayed after school, kissed and made love to her.  So, she told me what her
daddy did to her until the bell rung and i wrote it down.  In class so I
can remember.  Just like my teacher told me how to take notes.  Until the
last bell when she could show me how to take care of her and make love with
her, after school.  And she told me what happened to her.

   ;

   {I'm just going to come right out, and SPOIL what's going on here.  If
you like the surprise, just skip down to the start of the chapter...  Okay,
well after the memory Dump, this is actually The Construct, for lack of a
better word.  A cybernetic simulation for the purpose of hacking multiple
personalities together, shuffling cutting, and dealing out a new hand. 
Like deckbuilding, various characters are a Morion, and the Succubus, with
a Moderator guiding them through to code the end product of this
collaboration.

   @ASSTR: In case you're wondering, this is a rewrite of an unpublished
draft for Liggett, that's why Victoria is molesting Virginia.  It was
discarded early on, for the damned near cliche of a girl getting molested
by her sister's best friend.  However, I was going through my notes, and
realized it's perfect for @Leslita, or will be when I finalize this
draft...}

   ;

   Ginny (fg Mole Pseu-Saph.  C/cc Hack.)

   Well, I guess she was Our friend.  Tori, she hung out in our room, so I
hung out too.  My sister doesn't really have friends, so I guess Tori's her
"Best friend." Or her only one, but she's an introvert.  Shy, quiet, really
more of a listener, but not because she doesn't like people.  She just
thinks more than she talks, but when she says something, you better listen,
because that means it's probably important.

   So, any way we're talking about boys.  Well, first about periods, and I
listened to Tori, because my sister didn't say much, and I didn't have one.
That sort of thing, but then my sister changed the subject to boys, and
sex. Don't exactly remember how, it was maybe a couple words, so we
switched to that.  I know I got excited when Tori admitted she had had sex,
"But." She looked right at me, "I don't like boys." My eyes, but then down,
and back up, with a smile.

   I didn't know my sister saw it, I wasn't looking at her.  Now, I'm gay,
I already knew that, and Tori coming over to giggle about our bodies, and
masturbation, and such subjects were a major part of that realization.  Not
just gay, but gay for her.  First, I never really thought about anyone
sexually before, but that's when she made it perfectly clear that she found
me attractive.  Even sexy, it wasn't just the look, but the blood that
rushed to her face, without any nervousness, or shame.

   Me.  She said not boys.  Essentially, but that look at my body said You.
I like you, and it instantly made me feel so sexy.  I had friends, my age,
but I wasn't really a girls my age kind of lesbian.  Like me, I had seen
them naked, but then I saw Tori naked, and I knew.  I don't like little
girls, like me.

   So, my sister went to the bathroom, and suffice it to say, that was our
chance to be alone, in our room together, and I am not shy, like her. 
"So," I moved over to her bed, "If you don't like boys."

   "I like girls," she admitted, and just planted a quick kiss on my my
mouth.  "Like you."

   I asked her about my sister.  By name, but she wouldn't want me to use
it.  Doesn't really matter, this isn't about her anyway.

   She shrugged, "She's straight." She ment little girls, but Me.  That's
what excited me most, the kiss was like a period, to punctuate it.  I guess
proof that she ment it too, but she also admitted that she basically hung
out with my sister to be around me.  Then she flushed the toilet, so I went
back to my bed before she came back.  That was it, just a quick kiss, but
then Tori got up, and said, "I'm gonna take a shower."

   "So," sis sat back down, "What happened?" Again, she's not stupid.

   "Nothing." I lied, but she just looked at me.  Shook her head.  "Okay,
she kissed me."

   "Touch you?"

   "No, I mean, my lips, but it was just.  Mwah, real quick.  She didn't
even try to touch me, and I went to her, but.  Huh.  I wouldn't mind, if
she did."

   "Okay." End of conversation.  So, she knew.  What kind of girl Tori is,
and she just made sure she didn't take advantage of me.  She even went to
the bathroom, to give her a chance, but she was right there.  I realize,
she didn't even shut the door all the way.  "Be careful."

   "I will." All right, it's creepy.  I really liked it, even the creepy
factor.  Ask me why, I don't know, and it doesn't really matter anyway.  I
wanted her to, even thought Molest me.  Take advantage of me, and we both
picked up on what she was doing, right away.  They told us, well my sister
in Health class, and she told me.  She had a good teacher.  In Jr.  High,
but I was just in 2nd grade, so they didn't teach it at all in my school.
About consent, all we got was Stranger Danger, but she got a more detailed
lesson out of it.

   About sex abusers, child molesters, and what they're like.  What to
watch out for, like finding a way into your family, to get close, and talk
to little girls inappropriately.  "It's all right, she can stay." Then
about periods, growing up, wearing bras, and laying back.  On the bed with
her elbows down so her shirt pulled tight, and her bra stuck up.  Deep
breath and a sigh.  "Huh!  Sometimes they feel like more trouble than
they're worth."

   Watch their eyes.  I figured that out myself, but I could always tell
when it was like that, because she always looked.  She didn't stare, but
just a quick glance, to make sure I was looking.  That's how you can tell,
she played it off, complaining about them, but made sure I got a good look.
I even thought that I wouldn't mind, if I had tits like that.

   Then, I got comfortable seeing her naked.  Just out of the shower, she
slept over, changed.  She flirted with me, a lot, and it took me a while to
catch onto it, or believe it, but after a while you can't really deny it
any more.  She ignored my sister, right there, to talk to me about sex. 
Growing up, especially tits, and masturbation.

   Oh yeah, that's another one.  Every conversation came around to sex.  I
had other friends, even talked about sex with them, and my sister even
admitted eventually that it was just around me.  Like I said, she's quiet,
so people ignore her, but she pays attention.  She was right there, and she
watched it happen, but didn't stop her.  Just made sure I was safe, and
willing, because I was.

   I guess it doesn't hurt that she's gorgeous.  14-15, you understand that
grooming takes a while, right?  Well, she had a birthday, but even at 15
she was developed, and not even a little shy about it.  Moreso than my
sister, who's even almost a year older, so she was 15 before she had her
birthday, and then turned 16 shortly after that.

   32 Cs.  I know that, because she said it.  Didn't show us the tag on her
bra, just came right out with it.  With a lift and adjust, "32 Cs" just
like that.  The kind of girl she is, around me.  I never saw how she acted
normally, of course, because she always perved on me, from the first day.
And I liked it, to this day I still love it, and fondly remember the way
she looked at me.  I was 7, she made me feel included, in the big girl
talk, and she seduced me.  Something to be said for being seduced.

   "ahhhhhhHN!"

   From the shower, my sister giggled a little, and blushed, but.  Yeah, we
both knew what was going on.  Be Careful, that's what she said, but I
didn't want to.  Not really, I pretty much just wanted everything I feared
to happen.  I turns out she wasn't like that, really.  For all her
confidence, and predatory grooming, she wanted to make extra sure that I
consented.  I think she liked it, the grooming too, but it got the point
that I couldn't wait any more.  That night, once I was sure, she told me,
and kissed me to prove I wasn't just imagining it.  Then, she got off in
the shower as soon as it was available, and made sure we both heard it.

   I don't know if it was her plan, but that night she stayed over.  Pulled
out the trundle bed, and we changed to go to sleep.  Right, with my heart
beating out of my chest, but waiting for her to reach up, in the night. 
She didn't she never did, though she could, and I would have let her. 
Perhaps it was my sister, right across the room, and I felt safer with her
there, but I really wanted her to just molest me all ready!  I got a kiss,
just a real quick one, like a mommy kiss when I hungered for her tongue in
my mouth.  I saw her naked, pull on a nightshirt without a bra, and longed
to feel them in my hands.  The curls in front of her sex, and just imagined
her hands in there.  Remembered the sound of her orgasm as my sisters'
breath got slower.  Deeper, quieter, and she started softly snoring.

   ;

   Sis {f/fg Mole Voye Rmix.  Maroon 5 - Harder to Breathe (CMB asheFix
Mix)}

   "Sh." That's all she said, but I must have nodded off.  Despite myself,
I chose to remain anonymous out of belated guilt.  Ask me why someone would
let a child molester take advantage of her sister, and I can't tell you. 
Curiosity?  I knew what she wanted to do, and I made sure that Virginia was
well aware, but honestly ever since I heard of child molesting, I must
admit the idea fascinates me.  Not children, their abusers.  Even Tory, no
especially Tori, because she's not a man.  I just don't know how to ask
her, all the questions I always wondered about that.  What makes someone,
anyone attracted to children?  Any child, man, woman, boy, or girl. 
Obviously, they're not done yet, but.  I don't know, I let it happen, and
even pretended to be asleep.

   Ginny said it, "Sh." That's it, then pulled up the cover.  Just a thin
blanket I loaned her, but I suppose I was a little relieved that she made
the moves on Tori.  I left them alone together, I didn't Need to go to the
bathroom.  Yeah, I peed, but it was mostly because I was a third wheel, and
I knew nothing would happen with me there.  I heard them, she said she
liked Girls like her, but I knew what she ment.  Little girls, we hung out
more than enough, and it's creepy as all getout, but still.  So, weird?  I
really don't know any words to describe it, why I'm so interested in it. 
Not sexually for me, or it wasn't.  I'm straight, I even say boys when I
really mean men, with neatly trimmed beards and nice faces.  Like, uhm.  At
the time I'm going to have to say Adam Lavine.

   I listened to Maroon 5 a lot at the time, and I must say as a teenage
girl, a lot of it was looking at a poster of the singer, and listening to
him sing about love.  They're breathing too hard to hear, or just don't
care.  Ignored, again, I like it.  Being a fly on the wall, IDK who Jane
was, but I want to beat her with a stick for doing that to him.

   "How dare you say that my behavior is unacceptable?" I did nothing.  To
stop it, but made sure it was consent.  "The double vision I was seeing is
finally clear." Informed consent, and I was there so she didn't hurt her.

   "HhHhHh,' It came out ragged, and I got a hot shiver.  You know what I
mean, not like when you're cold, but so hot it makes you shiver?  One of
those, no reaction.  Fine, don't mind me, fingering myself watching my best
friend molest my little sister with flashes of Adam Levine, and lyrics
floating dreamily through my head.

   "You'll understand what I mean when I say there's no way they're gonna
give up?  Like a little girl that cries in the face of a monster that lives
in her dream, is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder, and
harder to breathe."

   It was dark, ish, and they were quiet, but then I was just struck by
what was happening, right in front of me.  Between the beds, what little
light shone under the door showed the blanket drape back down over them. 
My sister, naked as she was when I woke up, and opened my eyes.  It was
surreal, like a dream, but I knew it was real.  Really happening, right in
front of me, and as her little leg came up under the cover, I felt between
my own legs, and tried to keep my breath even.  Slow, deep, as if sleeping,
so they wouldn't get scared.  Self conscious enough to stop, I didn't want
her to stop, touching my sister, and neither did she.

   "What you are doing is screwing things up inside my head.  Clutching
your pillow, and writhing in a naked sweat."

   I could kind of see her face, a little enough to tell they were kissing.
Quietly, still not making a sound except for maybe a quiet sniff, a breath
sucked in through their noses, or satisfied sigh.  I am not gay, at all,
nor a child molester, but this was the first sex I had ever seen, right in
front of me, and in my room.  My sister, and my only friend, well aware
that she used me to get to Virginia.  Told me how cute she is, ignored me,
and just watching them together.  Seducing her, and Ginny warming up to
her. Eyes on her, flashing both of us, but I didn't look at her body.  I
looked at my sister, looking at her body.  Thank god she never looked at me
like that, I don't know how I could live with her, in the same bedroom with
that sexual tension, but she never did.  I'm her sister, and there's
nothing incestuous between us.

   Well, other than, her girlfriend now?  I'm sure one of them will tell me
about it tomorrow, probably my sister, because Tori doesn't go directly
into it.  Her pervy pedophilia, she doesn't talk about it, for some reason.
Obviously not fear, or embarassment, when I'm alone with her, or the 3 of
us in our room, she doesn't hide it at all.  Raw lust, I suppose that may
be part of it.  She's not my type, a girl, but obviously Ginny likes it. 
The attention, and affection, now being molested right here in front of me,
and touching her breast under the blanket.

   "Huh!" they stop kissing just long enough to pull her tank top off, then
leave the cover down, so I can see her.  Half naked, cradling Ginny's head,
and feeling back under the covers.  "Smw wq!" The quiet suckling of her
nipple, and feeling mine.  With the fingers of my free hand, even pinching,
and pulling a little like dry lips.  My other hand busy, between my legs,
and not at all dry.  It's getting harder, and harder to breathe.  I almost
giggle, but sniff, and hold my breath to try and cover it.

   "Ngh!" I held my breath again.  "HhHhHhhhhh.' I think I drifted back
off, but if she screamed in the night, I would have heard it.

   {Sorry, I know it was out of order.  Intentionally so, to illustrate
she's half awake, and basically choosing to stay in that state while
masturbating to pass back out.  It's surreal.  Incidentally, set to the
background music of Das Ich - Mann und Frau Gehen Durch die krebsBaracke
(Anitchrist) with lyrics by D.  Lavine instead of G.  Benn.}

   ;

   Virginia (gf Mole Loli Cons)

   I couldn't wait.  Well, any more, I guess I really got tired of waiting,
but I shushed her quietly when I got down to her bed.  Naked, undressed
under the covers, but she didn't even pretend to be asleep.  Just nodded in
the light from under the door.  I kissed her, mouth wide open to invite in
her tongue.  To play, feel the molars still growing in in back, and taste
her spit.  Her breath, and her hands finally on me.  One arm under my hair,
feeling my bare back, stroking up and down across my spine, not quite
reaching down to my bottom, but the other slipping down my side.  My hip,
my leg, and I picked it up, for her to feel the other one.

   Inside it, I'm ticklish, but it didn't tickle.  I tried it, playing with
myself unaware of my problem.  I was 7, in 2nd grade, and just not sexual
yet.  That didn't really stop the first erotic thing I felt.  Her fingers,
on the inside of my thigh.  Gently stroking, slowly around.  Not back and
forth, but in circles, figure eights, but teasing ever closer to the goal.
She didn't touch me there, right away, but I wanted her to, and didn't dare
beg her out loud.  Not with my sister right there, she's a light sleeper,
but stopped snoring, and turned over to continue her slow deep sleepy
breathing.

   But I had my hands free, my right one on the bottom, but I could still
feel down her belly, brush the button with my knuckles, then encountered
the dark curls I had seen that very night.  Under her shirt, I had to pull
the bottom up, and pull out the waist of her sleep shorts, but I managed to
slip my other hand under her shirt, and she stopped kissing me long enough
to pull it off.

   I held back a giggle.  The big faker, she closed her eyes, and tried to
let out her breath, but I heard it.  Caught a little shine on her eye when
she cracked it again, but then her arm was pulling me.  Down to her chest,
her hot round soft perky boob right there on top, and I could see her
nipple well enough to find it with my lips.  Even as her other hand stopped
beating around the bushless privates, and she finally touched me.

   There, right there, her pubes crinkled between my fingers, and I turned
my hand over to touch her.  The way she touched me, first just rubbing
fingers over lips, then slipping the middle one in.n My little on between
her large soft warm lips to feel the dampness, and her big long strong one
splitting into the dry hot tingling place no one should ever touch.  A
little girl, she felt so large, and grown, with her pubes tickling inside
my wrist, and nipple popping in and out of my lips, it made how young and
small, and undeveloped even more obvious.  Unignorible, I was finally being
molested, by a beautiful older creepy predatory teenage girl, and it was
hard not to grunt at the dry friction against my sesitive little clit skin.

   So, I tried that, with my damp fingertip.  Delighted to feel it bulging,
spongy, and slipping in her slicked skin, her breath go shallow in gasps,
trying not to moan out loud, and slipping it faster to try to make her. 
Moan, scream my name, I can't have an orgam yet, but I can do the next best
thing.  My hair flopped on the sheet, and I looked up to see her wrap the
pillow over her face.  So, I sucked in her niplle again, and made it pop,
while I continued slipping pussy sweat up on my fingertip to slick, and
slip the skin over the soft sensitive pee inside it.

   "MHHHHHHHHHHH!" I slipped my finger down, between her twitching lips,
and gently into her.  To feel her, spasms inside.  I had felt inside
myself, but not this.  This is how I learned to masturbate, before I could
even get wet, much less off on it.

   "Hhhhhhhhh!" I just rolled back, my shoulder hit the bottom of my bed,
but I didn't care.  My hand still in her shorts, fingertip still inside her
quivering sex, I thought I could almost feel it.  Her orgasm, in my head,
washing slowly over my body, but tingling like it had been numb all my
life, and was just starting to wake up.  Every hair on my head, trying to
pop out, even the tiny ones on my arms, goose bumps on my shoulders and
naked chest.  Still built like a box, not just flat, but square, and
straight on the sides.  The body of a 7 year old 2nd grader, just
experiencing my first orgasm.

   Even after I started experiencing my own, it never felt as good as that
first time.

   ;

   Sys (This is where it turns to fantasy.  Literally never happens.  TW:
Talk)

   Alex Clare - Too Close (The Lateness of the Hour)

   "Huh!" I sat up, "You need to talk." Didn't turn on the light, but they
sat up too.  "You want me to go?"

   "No," Ginny took her hands, "I rather you didn't." She took a deep
breath.  "I'm gay."

   "Yeah," she half laughed, "I got that."

   "You're not." Headded for the footboard, instead I grabbed my pillow,
and leaned back.  "You're a child molester."

   "No," she turned to me.  "I." Even in the dark, she must have seen the
look on my face, I shook my head.

   "Hihihm!" She shook her head.  "You just molested me.  Right in front of
her, if you're gonna lie."

   "Huh!" he shoulders fell, "All right.  I'm sorry."

   "For lying, hihihihn!  I just molested you!"

   "Huh?"

   "Look, I knew what you're doing.  I know, I'm 7, but give me a little
credit, I did some reading."

   "What?"

   She nodded, did most of the talking, good.  "I'm a dyke." She shrugged,
"A top, huh!  Look, I'm not going to find a girl to fuck for years, unless
you're a child molester, so." She shrugged, "What the fuck?  I don't think
I can get off yet, or if I could that would've done it, but I don't care. I
want to fuck, you.  All right?"

   "I think that makes you her bottom." Makes sense.  Okay, child molesters
are bad, mmmkay?  But if a child wants to molest a.  Well, I suppose she's
still 14, so under age, but she's not a little girl.

   "Did you plan this?"

   "Me?" I had to laugh, "Hey, I'm just chaperoning here, you two work it
out, but I," <quote> "Conspired," </q> "To leave you alone with my sister.
Knowing what you are, so if anyone's going to complain about it, I'm going
to go with the one that didn't just get off on it."

   "You want to talk a little louder, I don't think our folks heard every
word."

   She's 'right,' up against their wall.  'sorry.'

   "So," she nodded back, "That's the rule.  I fuck you.  I kiss you, I
molest you, and if if you don't like it, there's the door."

   "Okay."

   "Say yes, Virginia."

   "Why?"

   "Because you lie, now look me in the eye, and tell me you understand. 
you're My girlfriend."

   "Yes, Virginia."

   "Good, now kiss me."

   ;

   Vici (Lolidom)

   Okay!  "You satisfied?" I blinked at the shadow of her face.  Dark,
unreadable, but somehow I overlooked something so obvious it should have
slapped me in the face.  "It's not a trick question."

   "No, I."

   "Well, I'm not going to sleep tonight, so you still want to watch, sis?"

   She just got comfortable.

   "Uh,"

   "Sh!  Bite the pillow if you have to." She pulled my hands, "Just bend
over, here.  On your knees, and hold the pillow."

   I swear, I thought Yes, Virginia, but it didn't make it to my lips. 
Bitten between my teeth, she touched me, but.  She, made me?  Think, damn
it!  I feel like a sex slave the way she's talking to me, but I obey?

   i Obey?

   "Mhhhhhh!" Just nod my face in the pillow, when all she did was touch my
legs.  My thighs, then gently felt up to my hips.  My buttocks, then I felt
her breath.

   "Snhhhhhh!"

   Sex, I'm getting sex out of this.  Of course, but I'm still distracted
by the way she's talking to me, and how it makes me feel.  She's Dominating
me, I'm pretty sure that's the word, and with all the seducing her, I
didn't even think I was pulling that role, I just tried to do it.

   "Hmmmmmm!"

   It's just hard to think, with her tiny round little bubbles of nose
slipping against my hot sexy lips, and aching for her to kiss me.

   "Mhhhhhhhn!" Or stop moaning in anticipation if I wanted to.

   "Huh!" her hot breath, brushing across my pubes, I was starting to
shake, uncontrollably.  "Snh!  Huh!  Snhh?  Smells clean enough, but you're
dirty inside.  Aren't you."

   "Mhm?" She's going to make me beg!

   "I bet you taste dirty, huh?  Here." She felt my head, "Smell that?" Her
fingers, "Smell it."

   "Snh!" God, I'm stinking.  Not even an hour since the shower, and first
orgasm tonight.

   "Taste it, suck your cum off My fingers, you filthy fucking pedo." I had
no Idea, but I should have.  She rules.  I bet that's what caught my eye in
the first place.  She even talks for her sister, her older sister, and gets
what she wants.  "Does it taste good?"

   me, "Mh hm?'

   "Good, then bite the pillow again."

   i obeyed.

   "Forgive me.  Snhhhhh!  If I don't take your word for it."

   "AWMMMMN!" Even muffled, my moans sound so loud.

   "HAHLAHLOWLOWH!" And her sloppy mouth, as loud as she can eat me out.

   "AWMMMMMH!"

   "Shlihp!  Mh!  You do taste good.  For a dirty child molester."

   Somehow she guessed, right.  That's part of it, a big part of it, the
turnon of doing something so dirty as peeking up girls skirts, just
crouching to play in the dirt, or squatting to pee.  Sitting in the
restroom, holding my breath listening to their tinkles, just the thought of
touching their cute little cunts like I had my own.  Showing them, but
that's not what happened.  Yeah, the first time i gave in, and felt her
smooth hairless snatch between my fingers, she didn't innocently giggle
that it tickled.

   She fingered me off, to the most explosive orgasm of my life, outed me
as a pedophile, and made me her sex slave.  This is my reward for what i
did to her.  Flashed her, talked dirty to her, made her think about sex,
and turn her into a lesbian.  i would have thought being enslaved like this
a punishment, but now that i'm here, her mouth deep inside me, and tongue
flicking rapidly like a snake sniffing the air.

   This, is my reward.

   'hhhhhHHHHHNNNM!"

   i got an orgasm too, or three.  My third, but that was the cherry on
top. She wasn't my victim, i was Hers.  That's the best feeling on Earth.
The orgasms are like a cherry on top.

   "HHHhhhhhh...' I turned, relaxed, and she moved so my knees could slide
out.  'hhhhhhhhh, snHh?' Salty snot, I licked my lip.  Didn't even realize
I was crying until I tasted it myself.  I drooled, of course the pillow was
soaked, but another tear welled out the corner of my eye, and pooled
against the side of my nose.

   hhhhhhhhh!

   She just rubbed my back.  It felt like hours.  Or forever, i didn't want
to miss a moment of this, but she didn't stop, until i finally drifted off
to sleep.
   {; I can go on...