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 At some point, I have to set the 3 fates to weaving all this into the
threads of the other lives.  Indri?..

   I know you're probably sick of me saying that being a little girl
doesn't make it right, but too bad.  This is predatory sexual exploitation,
in this case of a teenaged girl, by a pre-teen.  There's no excuses for
that, it gets better, but a lot worse first.  ,

   Fran {Gf Grop Exhb Groo.}

   So, I was just kicking back, reading, when I heard her.

   'nh!' Next to me, I looked over, out of the corner of my eye.  She
stared at me, all the time, but, not now.  I recognized her, by her hair.
Long brown tight curls, she had her eyes closed.  "Uh!" she was, moving.  I
looked around, she was sitting up on her knees, but I recognized the little
motions, she made under her skirt.  She was, humping something, under her
skirt, my guess was she was holding it between her feet.  'mh!' I like to
read here, in the back corner to be alone.  Nobody comes back here, so
there wasn't anyone in sight, but still.  It was obscene!  I was really
getting into the story, it was romantic, and then I got distracted.

   All right, I'm a lesbian.  I tried going out with boys, I never really
got into it, it just doesn't feel right.  I like womyn, we're beautiful,
and guys just aren't.  But let me stress the important part:

   _WOMYN_ ,

   __________

   full grown ones, not little girls.  The problem seems to be, has always
been, they just don't see anything in me.  So, "Huh!" She was rubbing her
legs through her skirt, "You better stop that."

   "Hm?" She blinked, and looked back, up at me.

   "Before anyone else sees it.  Come on," what the hell am I doing?  I put
the novel up already.

   "Where are we going?" I felt like a child molestor already, and she just
touched my hand?

   "We probably need to talk." Not talking about it sure seemed to work,
until she sat down, and started masturbating in public, right next to me.
"You know, we could be beaten to death for what you're doing." A book, it
turned out she was holding a book between her feet, and humping the spine
through her panties.  "You really shouldn't in public." It fell down when
she got up, I recognized the cover, forgot which one, other than a fairly
thin paperback.  Harlequin Romance.

   "Hhn!" She sighs, a lot, and I blinked.  "I just wanted to be close to
you, I love you."

   "You don't even know me!"

   "I know you're a lesbian."

   "Everyone knows that," you kiss one girl, and.  "Is that what this is
about?  Look, you seem like a sweet girl, and all, but I like womyn, Older
womyn."

   "Hm, me too." She nodded, seriously, right in my eyes.  Blinked.  I had
to look away.  Then back, when she started staring at my chest.  "Hm!"
Again.

   I covered them up, self conscious, but why did she have to come and do
this when I was reading, alone, and getting into it?  "Hh!" I shook my
head, and let them go.  Turning around.

   "I love your boobs."

   "Uh?  Well," nope, "Uh?" not a clue what to say to that.

   "You have the best boobs, I just want to see them, and play with them."

   And.  "Hh," I really wanted her to?  "That's it?" I turned, and she was
grinning.  Up at me, my face, not my chest, but she looked so excited!

   I don't know why, I was so weak.  Yeah, sure I was just getting to the
part where the poor neglected housewives were getting over their
homophobia, and admitting their growing feelings for eachother, and kissing
on the couch, and "Hh!" I nodded.  She.  Just, made me.  Feel so,
desirable? I mean yeah, she's a little girl, just a little girl, but she
said she loved me, and I had, just been waiting, so long to hear those
words.  From anyone.  "Come on," I took her hand.  "Before I come to my
senses." At least she didn't grope me right there.

   "Why do you drive a truck?"

   "It's my dad's?" Mom needs the car.

   "Well, I like it." I would have been more comfortable if she was in the
back seat, if I had a back seat.  I started it up, trying to think of all
the reasons this was wrong, and putting off doing what I was going to do,
and not think about wanting.  Her to do all the things she said.  Touching,
and playing with my breasts, the moment I covered them up, and felt that I
knew.  I Needed her to.  "Just drive around, behind the library."

   "There's nothing back there."

   "I know," the after school kids were still walking around, "See the dirt
road?"

   "Mhm?" I signaled, for absolutely no reason.

   "Right here." Smack dab in the middle of the open empty lot.  There was
a creek, sort of.  I mean, in the spring.  Water ran through it, and wore
down the crack, but other than that.  "Yeah, right by the arroyo."

   "Don't you think this is kind of out in the open?'

   "That's the idea?" She shook her head, "If anyone cuts across, we'll see
them."

   "Oh," I never thought of that.

   "Here," she nodded, and undid my seatbelt.  Which I put on for no
reason, driving from the parking lot and down the dirt road.  She pulled my
knee, "Turn around." Okay?  I put my leg up, sideways on the seat, "It's
all right," she looked in my eyes, smiling, and I had to close mine.

   She just, put her hands on them.  "Oh!" I, rubbed up and down her sides,
or something.  "Oh, mhm!" Just nodded, didn't know what to say, but she
finally had her hands on me, and it was more wonderful than I had ever
imagined.  Not that I, ever imagined, being felt up by a little girl.  I
blinked, looked around, okay, nobody coming to see what this pickup was
doing in the middle of the lot, but.  "Hm!"

   It wasn't my first time, just the first time since I got boobs.  There
was this one girl, my parents took us out on vacation, a road trip, and we
stayed with this family.  And they had a girl, that I slept with, on the
trundle bed, on the floor.  And by slept with, I mean we stayed up all
night, and she showed me porn.  Straight porn, guys and girls, but you know
just like the "Romance" smut I later got into, there's always at least a
little girl-girl action.  She was older, she had breasts, and I guess it
was like that.  I understand now, I just wanted to see them, and feel them,
and knelt on the trundlebed while she put up her legs, and got out the
vibrator.  I slept all morning, in the back seat, when we left after
breakfast.

   "Hahn!" I never had so much trouble getting my pants open in my whole
life!  She started humping, my knee this time, and I was so hot, I barely
had to get my fingertips in before all the sexual tension went away.  "Hh!"
It wasn't a screamer, or a moaner.  I had had much more intense orgasms
before, but I needed it.  "Hhhhhh." I relaxed.  She kissed me, and pulled
up my shirt to felt under it, but her tiny fingers on my tummy finally
snapped me out of it.  "Stop, stop." I pushed her back.  She flopped down,
pouting.  Real red, "I'm sorry, I just can't."

   "I didn't even get to see them!"

   "Okay," I promised her that, "I" looked around, "I just can't." Tucked
it back in my open pants.  "Out here.  Let's see if we can find somewhere
more private." I zipped them up, and pushed out to the steering wheel to
button them up.

   "I know lots of places," she nodded, "Just drive over there, and turn
right."

   "How long have you been," doing this sort of thing?

   "Oh," she shook her head, "I'm not sexual yet, I'm only 8?"

   "Well," I was still blushing, "That was pretty sexual," to me.

   "You got off." I nodded, "Good.  I just like boobs," she shrugged.

   "What about humping your book?" That looked pretty sexual too.

   "I love books?" She grinned, "Hh, that was.  So you'd notice me. 
Finally."

   "How long have you been stalking me?"

   "Well, I wasn't stalking you, but."

   "No, you're totally stalking me." I realized.

   "Huh," she shrugged.  "Yeah.  All right," she looked up thinking, "Only
about 2 years."

   "Since you're six!?" Six year olds don't stalk teenagers!  Do they? 
"That's, just." No, that doesn't make any sense.

   "Mhm?  I heard you're a lesbian, so I thought.  Huh!  I'm a lesbian too.
I know, I'm too young, and I'm sorry I stalked you, but I really love you,
Fran."

   "What's your name?" Of course she knows mine, she's been stalking me. 
For 2 years!

   "Do you have any idea what that's like?' I can't close my eyes, "Being
too young, and having all these feelings, and nobody to even talk to about
it?" So, I just nodded.

   "Yeah," she was right, "I totally know what that's like."

   "Marie," I looked over, "My name's Marie."

   "Nice to meet you Marie."

   "My mom's a lesbian," she told me, "She's got lots of girlfriends, you
wouldn't know it, but she really hates men."

   "Mhm?  I thought that was a myth, the Man Hating Lesbian."

   "Well," she shook her head, "Guys like to think, that's what it's about.
We just hate men, and this isn't really, a." She shrugged, "A real thing,
but that doesn't mean nobody hates men.  There's a man hating lesbian, I
know, because she's my mom."

   "I didn't think there were any lesbians here." I mean, other than me. 
If everyone knew, then why, well I know why.  Because I'm ugly.

   "Hh, oh sorry.  We don't live here, I just go to school here.  Hey, you
mind stopping by the gas station?" I signaled, "They got a payphone.  Let
me call my mom, and tell her not to come pick me up."

   "She lets you go out?" I remember her, since she was six.  Now, that I
realize she was stalking me, how come I never noticed before?  For 2 years?
I mean, a six year old girl, you don't really get used to them going out by
themselves.  I mean, with all the sexual predators.  "Where do you live?"
When she got back in.

   "Madrid."

   "Oh," I backed out, and signaled a R turn.  Traffic, as bad as it gets
here, but this is the road to Madrid.

   So, "Huh!"

   "What is it?"

   "I'm just, so happy to be here.  With you, at long last.  You know, I've
been looking forward to this, for like a quarter of my life?" And there she
goes again.  Making me feel beautiful.  I just wasn't used to it, and found
it addictive.

   "Is your mom an artist?"

   "Of sorts," she shrugged, "She's a Dominatrix."

   "Wha?" I laughed, "Ah, ahah?"

   She nodded, "That's."

   "I know what it means, but," she's 8, and honestly, all these, adult
things coming out of her mouth, were a bit of a turn on.  Too.

   "It's like an art.  Huh, most men, who're into it."

   "I thought she's a lesbian?" I shook my head.

   "Oh yeah, she loves girls, but.  Well, first of all, I don't want to lie
to you.  She's not my mother, she's my Aunt, but she's been raising me like
her daughter since I was born, because my father.  Hh, well.  Never mind."

   "No," I shook my head, "Go on."

   "I really don't want to talk about it," she rubbed her arms, "I'll tell
you about it later, when you're ready, but it's some seriously fucked up
shit.  Okay?"

   "Yeah," on second thought, maybe now's not the time.

   "So, anyway, she's a lesbian, romantically, but she still likes to tie
up, and beat men.  They like it too, they pay her for it, but it's not sex.
It's B&D."

   "That's like S&M?"

   "Bondage and Discipline," she nodded, "But she keeps her clothes on."

   "What's the difference?'" Okay, I read about it.  Or skipped past those
parts to get to the good stuff.

   "S&M is about pain.  The sadist gets off on causing it, the Masochist on
feeling it.  I guess some of her clients are masochistic, I don't know,
it's not like she does it right in front of me, but she explained it to me,
so.  Like, they also tye people up in S&M, but like I said, that's about
Pain.  B&D are about Control.  Controlling yourself, being controlled, and,
not having to control yourself."

   "Oh," I didn't understand, but yet another light.  At Airport, but soon
we'd be to the hiway past that.

   "So, that's the Bondage," she shrugged, "I guess.  You ever been tied
up?"

   "Not really.  Maybe when we're playing, as kids.  You know, you act out
what you see in cartoons?" She nodded, "Well, yeah, like on Tom and Jerry,
they tied me up a few times, but it wasn't sexual."

   "Exactly.  Huh!  Okay, there's sex, love, and, there's more than that
too.  Most of the guys that my mother sees are, like rich bigwigs.  They
come into town for like, art shows or whatever, but they have to be in
control.  That's their job, so when they want to relax, enjoy themselves,
it's hard to let go of that.  It's hard to have a good time.  So, they give
up control, and that helps, some of them.  I guess."

   "Sounds like you're into it too."

   She nodded.  "I need it.  All the women in our family do, so we can
control ourselves."

   "Being tied up?"

   "Yeah, you ever read the Illyid, or the Odyssey?"

   "In high school," I'm still in HS, "I mean, some of it.  We studied
mythology."

   "All right, well in that, the Ship had to pass by the waters of the
Sirens." I nodded, "And Ulysses wanted to hear their song.  So, he had his
crew plug their ears, and tye him to the mast.  So, Bondage is like that.
Normal people can never hear the song of the sirens, without following it
to their death.  However, being bound allows you to experience things you
would never be able to sit still for.  Like, when you got off, and
selfishly pushed me away like a boy."

   "Hey!"

   "Well?  Huh, I'm sorry, but that was selfish.  You took your pleasure,
and gave me nothing back.  You didn't even touch me, and that hurt.  I'm
sorry, it's true, but what I ment was it got too intense?  Or, you lost the
mood."

   "I finally came to my senses."

   "All right,' she nodded, "It's the age thing, I understand, it must be
just as bad being molested by a child as an adult, but you play with
yourself." Obviously, "So I guess you've gotten to the point where it was
too intense, and had to stop?"

   "Yes," and I couldn't control my hands enough to continue until I caught
my breath.

   "Well, when you're tied up, I have to do everything, just like that, but
you can't stop me.  So, I can keep going..."

   "Oh," I never thought about it that way.  No, I never thought about,
being tied up, period.  Basically all I ever thought about is a big old
lesbo coming to sweep me off my feet, and carry me off to marital bliss
like in the stories.  "Hh," and now my face felt too hot again.

   "That's what I need."

   "To tie people up?" Like her mother?

   She shook her head, "To be tied up, you think you can do that?"

   Why, "I never," even thought about, "I, don't."

   "Don't worry, I'll show you how."

   "You were molested." I realized.  "Huh, when you said.  'being molested
by,..  an adult,' I could hear it in your voice." You know what that's
like.

   Oh, and she just felt me up, I molested myself, really, but my face got
hot again.

   "I don't want to talk about it, but yeah.  That's why I came to live
with my Aunt.  My parents are in jail, for childporn."

   "Oh,," I shook my head, "I'm so sorry."

   "Hh, it's all right," an other deep breath, "It's just.  Hh, now I
really need some discipline, when I get home."

   Maureen {gF Bond}

   "So, you want to go first?" In my room, and I never really get over how
easy this is.  How quickly it goes with Lesbians, or gay men, and how
powerful the pheromones are.  That's why I sat next to her, it's really
about all it takes.  Getting turned on with the paperback forcing the
cotton seat of my underpants between my cheeks, and her not smelling me. 
You can't smell them, the only way you can even be aware of them is your
reaction, and it's not rational.  It's not love, I lied.  I need her, or
someone, so I don't go feral, and start hunting men.  That's why we're
"Lesbians." Because if we don't do something, we turn into killing
machines.

   "I don't know how," she nodded.

   "Here," I took her hands, "It really helps to feel it first, so you know
what I'm feeling when it's my turn." SM is easy, it doesn't take much
experience to hurt someone, you basically just have to hold back from
Abusing them.  Discipline, you really need to know what you're doing, and
"You can't lead someone where you have never been, but look." I held up the
yarn.  Snapped it, easily.  "You can break free, any time.  The Discipline
is Not breaking free.  Knowing you can, and staying bound, even when it
becomes intense.  So, we'll start with that." She nodded, watched me.  I
just pulled it around her wrists, and tied a little bow.  "You can also
pull the tails, and they'll come right out, just like untying your shoes.
Okay?" She nodded.  "How does that feel?"

   She just shrugged, "I don't know.  You," she looked in my eyes, "You
really like this?"

   "It's like carrying a weight, or when you work at the Cash Register?"
Yeah, I've been stalking her.  "Hh, okay, at Lowe's, you stand there all
day, and when you start, it doesn't feel too bad..."

   "Oh," she nodded, "Totally.  At the end of the shift, I just want to run
around the parking lot, or something." She jogs.

   "That's Discipline." I nodded, "You don't want to, just stand there,
waiting for another customer.  So, you read a book, or something, because
you have to.  Or, you lose your job."

   She laughed, "I swear, I thought it was like being chained to the
register before."

   "But you have your books, for an escape." He nodded.  "Well, sit down."
She obeyed.  Very willing, once she started overcoming my apparent age.  I
never was molested, not in the past 8 years.  I just remember being
molested, before that.  "Huh!  Okay, so this is were I go back to where we
stopped.  Put your hands behind your head.  Just hold them there, remember
whatever happens, you can break the yarn, or pull the strings, but you
won't, because that makes it stop.  You can stop me, when it gets too
intense, or you can say." I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and braced
myself.  "Uncle."

   There, that wasn't too bad.  That's why I use that word, though. 
Seriously, even in a full-on berserker rage, that's a Trigger word.  One of
the only ways to stop me.

   "Now," I climbed up, "I'm going to molest you again, and this time
you're going to let me." She looked, right in my eyes, but her face was
already hot.  She bit her lip.  "Because you want it.  You yearn for it,
you finally know what it feels like."

   Straight out of the book.  She closed her eyes, and I manhandled her
bra. No real secret to it, or it's so simple I might as well come right out
and say it: Keep them moving.  That's it, I may not have breasts, but I
remember.  Don't just hold them, do something, it doesn't even really
matter what, but that kept my hands busy while I turned my head.  Between
her forearms, and kissed her.

   Now, I'm Gifted.  Which is to say, our Curse comes with a few things
that don't even begin to compensate for being possessed by a psychopath. 
One of them is that I can glance at a page, remember every word on it, and
read along, while watching her eyes.  Move back and forth, counting lines
from the top, the last time she turned the page.  The last line she read.
[She wanted, she yearned for it, and finally she knew what it felt like.]
Written in past tense 3rd person omniscient.

   Also, the best way to seduce a woman is to find out her Fantasies.  So,
if you're going to stalk us, here's a word of advice: Find out what she
watches, if it's As the World Turns, then record it, and watch it.  She
checks out the smuttiest trash novels from the "Romance" section, and takes
them back, so I can check them out, and read them after her, I have some
idea how she fantasizes, and that's how you get into her head.  That's how
you figure out what turns her on, how to turn her on, and I.  We think in
words.  How we remember, too, why this is a written story instead of a
series of pictures.  This is my memory, or as much as I could write, so you
can read it.

   "Huh!"

   But when we left off, I was going to reach behind her, and let the girls
out.  This is like bondage, I remember when I had to wear these things,
heavy with Milk, and when you put them on, it's a relief.  The support, and
cool cupping of the bra feels kind of nice, but after hours of being bound.
Going to school, spending your day off at the library, then driving down to
Madrid, once the clasp finally opens it's an almost indescribable relief.

   "Huh!" In my mouth, I turn the other way, to kiss her again, feel her
nice straight even teeth, even the unhealed pitting from her braces, and
remember when her grin was a fence of wires, and tiny rubberbands.  "Uh?"

   "What is it?" I looked into her eyes.

   "My arms are getting tired."

   "You know, what bondage is like." I nodded, seriously.  "We are women,
we live in bondage." I felt up her triceps.  "No, hold them here." I rubbed
them, dug in my thumbs, but she closed her eyes.

   "HhHhH!" A ragged breath, but her breasts were hot.  Even through the
bra.

   "You just never thought about it, but it's not just the register.  Like
your bra.  You've been bound all day, you bound them this morning, and you
just didn't feel it until you I let it go.

   She opened her eyes, and grinned.  "Yeah," she looked up, "Okay, yeah. I
think I'm starting to feel that." In her hands.

   "You'll really want to let go." She nodded.  "But you won't." Shook her
head.  "Don't let go, no matter what happens," I slipped my hands up her
shirt and she closed her eyes.  "Hold on." I kissed her.  And felt.  Her
ribs, with my fingertips, just under the sagging swell of her c cups.  Over
her belly, she's fat.  Not obese, young fat, but she rejected the skinny
starved waif image of the fashion models, and I love it too.  It filled in
her breasts, and covered her ribs, but I could feel them.  The bones,
moving with her deep slow breaths.  Like when she climaxed, leaning back
against the door, so I probably couldn't have gotten to the clasp easily
anyway, but to be honest she was too turned on for the drive down here
anyway, so we needed the break.

   "Hh, I need this." She opened her eyes.  "I need to pleasure you." I
slipped up, using the distraction to finally cup her breasts like I knew
she ached for me to.

   "Hhm!" She sucked in her nose, "Snh!" And bit her lip.

   "As much as you need it." She nodded.  "Now," I pulled up her shirt,
"I'm going to pull your shirt over your head."

   "Okay?"

   "I have to warn you, because it doesn't sound like a big deal, but it
is." Especially the first time you are bound.  I didn't know, she hadn't
told me this was basically her first time, in her adult life, but she had
trouble talking about it.  Openly, about sex.  This is a very Very
progressive town.  Gay couples can walk around the Plaza, hand in hand, and
even kiss.  But that doesn't mean homophobia doesn't happen.  This is how
we treat our lesbians, even in the most progressive places imaginable, even
in San Francisco, the young ones often hide it in their own heads like
this, because of the constant negative feedback.  The sexual harassment,
the inappropriate lust from boys, Especially once they know you're gay. 
The looks, the "Subtle" comments, the innuendo, it's like covert incest,
from everyone.

   "HuhH!" Through her shirt, tented over her elbows, "You're right, I'm
glad you warned me."

   "But now, I can see them," lift them, "Feel them, and, SnhhHH!  Smell
your sweat."

   "Oh!"

   "Smq," kiss them, lap between, "And taste them."

   "HhhhhH!"

   Feel her breathing, hot and loud, in her shirt, between her arms, I know
the steadily intensifying pressure around her wrists, the temptation to
just break it, pull the bow, or just lift them over her head.  Hold me,
touch me, do anything, but she isn't.  Even hooded, which is incredibly
confining, and often used when boys rape girls.  I should have asked her,
about possible triggers.

   "We're going too fast." I pulled her shirt down.

   "No!" she shook her head.  I have to consciously Force myself not to
grin.  "Go ahead, and untye them, you're not ready for this.  I'm sorry, I
shouldn't have pushed you to hard." She pulled her arms over.

   "Hah!" Stretched, as much as she could with her hands bound, and looked
down to pull out the loops.

   "Yeah, I need a break." She nodded, "I had no idea.  How incredible that
is, being tied up, but my arms really hurt." I pulled her shirt off.  "Wha?
ah hah!"

   "Just kidding!" I giggled, and tickled her titties, "No really, you need
a break from the bondage, but that doesn't mean we have to stop.  I just
really need my release right now, so you think you could try it now?"

   "Tying you up?"

   "No," I got on the bed, "Touching me.  Sorry if it wasn't clear, but I
don't need bondage.  I need a lover, but I can hold myself."

   She turned and I gasped.  "What?" She looked down, and I realized her
self consciousness is really the most attractive thing about her.  Those
mean old boys, "Huh!  You're so beautiful." Topless, the girls just hanging
out, but I ment it.  All lit up like that, but her self image.  It's a
flaw, I know how to fix, and for me, that's the sexiest thing there is. 
Perfect is boring, then what?  Have you ever thought of that?  Lets assume
you ever, EVER get lucky enough to attract your dream girl.  Then what? 
Give me a broken one any day.  I can love them for years.  That fantasy
girl, the pictures in the magazines you jerk off to?  She doesn't exist,
she never existed, she's airbrushed in.  Probably digitally now, since this
is an old story, but that's a Unicorn.  You'll never see her, outside your
imagination, and even if you did, you're done before you ever get started.

   Fran {F...  fg Saph}

   "Maureen?" I had just gotten my shirt off, too!  "Are you home?"

   "Up here, Mom!" She called back.  And my bra, so I just pulled my shirt
back on real quick.

   "Oh!" She stopped at the door.  I was immediately smitten, she looks
exactly like Maureen, only grown up.  "About time!" She smirked.

   "So," I looked back, "It's all right," I looked back, the resemblance
was uncanny, she looked almost like a clone?  But

   Oh

   My

   God,

   fully grown?  She was going to be a knockout.  "Hh, we might have to
talk about;"

   "MOM!  Get out.  NOW!  I need this, right now, and I already explained
what I needed to explain."

   "All right," she pulled the door, "You girls have fun..." I have never
heard anyone talk to their mom that way, I thought she'd be furious, but.

   "Hh," she looked at me, "Take your shirt off."

   I got up, and as soon as it hit the floor I unbuttoned my pants again
too.  "What do you need me to do?"

   "Whatever you want," she shrugged, "Just Make me do it."

   "What?" I shook my head, "What if I don't know what I want?"

   "Then the best way to find out is trial and error." she shrugged, "But
you better think of something quick, because this is starting to piss me
off." And I could see, I really didn't want that.  I had to undo my laces,
to get my pants off, but I didn't.  I could really see, this was getting to
her.  Like the bondage, and she was right.  I hadn't done anything for her
yet, it was selfish, and cruel.

   "No, you're starting to feel ashamed of yourself again.  Stop it!  MH!"
Her eyes went wide, but I held her mouth until she smiled into my hand. 
She relaxed, and closed her eyes.  She just nodded.

   So, I thought of something.  "Well," I grinned, "Let's see what else you
can do," Reached back to slip my short down, "With that dirty mouth of
your's."

   "Yeah," she laughed, "That's perfect.  Hold my hands, down.  Under your
pants."

   "Like this?" Down at her sides.

   "Yeah," I put my legs over her, "Now."

   "NO!" I shook my finger in her face, and she froze.  "Shut up." I moved
up, "Shut your fucking mouth." And sat on her face.

   "MPH!" I laughed, but even the way her cheeks farted in my thighs felt
incredible.  I pulled her hair, but she loved that too, but oh god, she
sure knew what she was doing!

   "Uh!" I rode it out, "Yeah, YEAH!" Hard, humping her nose like the spine
of a book.  "Huh!" I had to let go, to pick up my breasts.  Squeeze, and
rub them in my hands like she'd just showed me how to, so I had to stuff a
pillow under her head.  To keep it up, but I really needed to feel them in
my fingers, and pinch, and twist, and pull my nipples.  "Hah!" Feel them
snap back, and pinch them to pull them out again.  "Huh ahh, yeah.  Suck
it, suck my clit more." She shook her head, digging her sharp little chin
in deep, but I think she pinched it in between her lips, because it pulled
out, and back and forth.  "OW, huh!  No, do it moh hah!  Yeah, more,
harder, ahah!  NHgh," I swallowed, and gasped, "Huh fuck!" I thought, I
could get off like this, but I couldn't.  Not yet, I think I got close, a
few times, but after a while, that just got frustrating.  So, I stood up,
on my knees, and just heard her panting.  Hard, but before she could catch
her breath, I got my fingers inside.  "Mh, nm hH!" Fucked 2 in as hard and
fast as I could until all the spit dripped out, and I bet splattered her
face, "YEAH!  AUH!" I got them out, before I fell down on her chest.  She
looked up, but I couldn't keep my eyes open.  I just shook, but I saw it.
The drops, shining like glitter on her face.  My cum, all over her face. 
"Hh huh uh HUH!" I shuddered.  And panted.

   'nh,' she tried to lift her trapped hands.  Tapped my ankles.  I got off
of her, to gasp, pant, and cough.  "I couldn't breathe!  KHUHUH!  Uh!" She
turned over, panting in her skirt, and blouse.  "Huh hih hihn!"

   "I'm sorry," I rubbed her back, "I'm so sorry." I choked up, and started
crying.

   "Noh, khah!" she shook her head, "That was exactly what I needed."

   "Really?" I sat up, and she turned over to cross her legs.

   "Yeah," she nodded, "I feel much better now."

   I pulled out my laces, and kicked off my shoes.  "Uh," I looked around.
The little girl's room, which probably means little girl clothes, but I
didn't want to put those filthy panties back on, either.  "You think your
mom has any clothes that would fit me?"

   She shook her head, "I know it." she got up, "She never throws anything
away." And she has lots, and lots of girlfriends.  I blushed, knowing as
much as Maureen loved me, and I was starting to love her.  I was really in
lust with her aunt.  She calls her 'mom,' I don't care, but she showed me.
"Maureen?" She looked back from the door.  "I really need a shower, too."

   "Right there," she pointed at the door, then turned and went down the
hall.  By the time I came out, she changed her blouse too.  Probably
because of the wet spot I left when I sat down.

   "Is your girlfriend staying for dinner?" she called from the kitchen.

   I called down the stairs.  "Yeah, can I stay the night?"

   "Of course you can," she laughed, "Stay as long as you like." Naked,
stark naked, I shyly went back to her room, and took the towel off my hair.
"Hmh!" I curled up, with it over her pillow, and hugged myself.  My warm
breasts, until she came back with some clothes.  A whole bin, full of them,
she flapped open the sides, but I guess changing her blouse is what took so
long.  I held the sheet up, over myself.

   "Huh!" she shrugged, and turned around.  So, I could get up, and sit on
the end of the bed until I covered myself.  I picked up my bra, and found a
pair of underwear to match.  Pulled one of the baggier shirts over my head,
and my hair out of the neck.  "Can you help me with this?" I turned around,
and she felt under my shirt to hook up the bra.  "Thanks," I juggled them
into the cups to get comfortable.

   "Thank you.  I hadn't been satisfied like that yet."

   "Honestly, I don't know if I'll ever understand it." but I kissed her.
She held her head up, sideways for me to.

   "Hmh!" She relaxed, bit her lip.  "You don't have to, as long as you can
keep doing that to me."

   "I'll try," then I went down to watch her mom fixing dinner.

   I knew, I had just learned about Waiting.  That's what it was like, with
my hands over my head, before she put my shirt up, while she was rubbing my
tummy, and feeling under my breasts.  I wanted her hands on them more than
I ever wanted anything in my life.  So when she finally did, it was the
most wonderful thing, because I had waited.  She teased me, and it made the
fulfillment incredible, I almost got off just from that.

   So, like that, with her mother.  I could wait, until she grew up some
more.  But I knew, I had to have her mother first.  Good god what an
indescribable WOMON!

   "Sn, oh," She saw it, nodded.  "I know," she pouted, "It's all right. 
Come on." She walked out, "I don't mean to be jealous, but I know what kind
of effect she has.  On everyone, I'm going to be like that too, but I
understand if you want to skip ahead, and take a sneak peek.  So to speak,
after what all we just did, she probably came down, and banged around in
the kitchen just to drown you out.  But she's turned on, I can smell it,
and you.  Well, you probably can't smell it consciously, but I'm one of the
few people alive that are immune to her pheromones."

   "What?"

   "You taking Bio yet?"

   "Next year, still in Chemistry II."

   "Well, she's got super pheromones.  She can seduce the gayest man there
is, if he can smell her.  I'm barely even starting to make them, and I saw
what they did to you.  So, if you need to get it out of your system.  Hhuh!
I'll understand."

   "Is that what happened?"

   "Yeah," she nodded, "I'm sorry, but I did it on purpose.  I know, the
stereotype is that women can't control their emotions.  You can, but I
stacked the deck rubbing my ass in the library."

   "Your ass?"

   "Yeah, I'm still 8, and my ass is a lot more sensitive than my genitals
right now."

   "Oh," I guess I couldn't see, how she was humping the book.

   "You have a lot to learn."

   "Well," I took her hand, "It doesn't look like she's gonna be done any
time soon, so." and led her back up the stairs...

   "You want to fool around some more?"

   I shook my head, "I want you to tie me up again."

   "Huh," she nodded, "I better get the belts out before her girlfriend
gets here."

   Mari {CgnF B&D}

   "Up, or down?" Dropped the bin, flipped open the flaps.  Vulval as fuck,
and intentionally so, I honestly love it.

   "Down on the bed," naked, nodding excitedly.

   "No, get up.  Okay, lift the mattress so I can slip this under," leather
strap, rolled it through, and pulled back enough slack for the buckles to
KLNK!  when they flopped out.  Terminology.  "What for?  What am I binding
you for?"

   "A quicky?  Yeah, I totally get the anticipation thing, but honestly
waiting through dinner was Too Fucking Much!"

   "Totally,"

   "So,"

   "No, I get it.  Another thing you can't hold still for is the too
intense stuff, so you have the freedom to thrash like a Gran Mol epileptic,
and not hurt anyone."

   "Hm," she looked up, grinning.  "Yeah that."

   "Held me move the belt down," I pulled my end, "Yeah back and forth,
pull your end out too, there, up abo; yeah." go back for the other buckles.
"Just," turn back, she's already up.  "All right," shake the buckle, KLNK!
"Now, I'm just going to Bind your legs, is that enough pillow?"

   "No,"

   "You wand to stay up like that?  Try bending down, put the pillow under
your shoulders, yeah.  You want to try spanking?" Just rub her buttock. 
She doesn't flinch, but,

   "No." shakes, "Not right now."

   "All right," take my hand right back off.

   "So you're really anal?"

   "Hh, I'm not really anything.  Sexually, this is what I do, it's what I
need, but on the bottom."

   "I totally get why now."

   "Oh?" This should be good, "How so?"

   "Huh," I rubbed her thigh, up, and down, and felt under her calf.

   Clink!  Flipped the buckles over, slipped in my index, and thumb, then
turned it to slip out enough for my pinky.  Rolled more slack out...

   "Hm?"

   "Like what you said about letting go.  There's this constant pressure,
from life.  And it feels like drowning, but when you bound me before, it
was, I don't know, uplifing?  No," she shook her head.

   "No," nod, "Go on?" Kept rubbing her thigh the whole time I bound her
knee.

   "Hh, maybe it's not the same for you and me, but I am this, person
nobody gets to meet, because every time I say anything, it's always a
frown, that," her voice changed, "Concerned tone.  Huh!" Deep ragged
breath, "And then you came along, and it's like, you can see me.  I guess
it's from stalking me 2 years, but I don't have to hide from you.  So, it's
not like, I was floating or anything, but you opened me up?"

   "Yeah," Incidentally, I don't even have to think about tying to her leg,
walking around, threading 2 more box rings onto the open end of the strap,
and pulling the tongue through, doubled through to friction-winch. 
"Something like that," I pulled her calf.  "All right, spread your knees,"
pulled the tongue up, "MRH!  Yeah, now stop there, and get your balance,"
started taking in the slack, around her calf, and working it through the
buckles.  With both hands, "Find your balance," I moved back, my skirt
brushing between our thighs, made sure she was a nice stable equilateral,
and twisted around to tighten up by feel.

   "Sit back, up.  Yeah, good, now just your knees are bound." Taking the
pillow, and tucking it in under her bottom.  "I'm going to go get a
bolster, to hold you up, I'll be right back.  Get used to the bondage, it
won't be a minute, I promise." Kiss her quick, and RUN to Her room, then
back.  "H h, hh.  hhh." Probably wasn't even 3 seconds.  Sounds like the
bitches were already into the impact play, all the way down in the
basement. "Now, bend over this, here's an extra pillow, get as comfortable
as you can get."

   "Well, I'm about as hot as I can get, you call this a quicky?"

   "Yes, for B&D, the 2nd time you ever been bound, this is about as fast
as I can safely go, without hitting rough patches.  Now, I need to ask you
if you've ever been sexually abused?"

   "Molested once, but you're there.  Earlier today." She giggled.  Hugging
the pillows, so she could turn, and talk, looking at me, "So, can you do me
now?"

   "Maybe I am going too slow," I went around, "So, you interested in
anal?"

   "Not butfucking, if that's what you mean."

   Ass, lots of them, I got a couple handfulls, but knew I didn't have near
enough hands.  "The toys are downstairs, there is no way I'm going down
there, for hours, she called her Marathon girlfriend, so that's not gonna
happen."

   "Mari?  You think, this is kind of like, my tits?"

   "Some," just keep feeling around, "But here's how it's different.

   I bent down, she had a shower earlier, didn't even pull her open, just
split her ass like a log with the wedge of my chin, and then slashed in
with the blade of my nose.  "SNHWRRRRH!"

   "UhnH!"

   "It's a lot dirtier, for one," Then I split it open.  "Hahhhhlhah,
hlahl, laL"

   "UHN!" She clenched, then spasmed between breaths, then laps, and
breathy laps right to her unconscious pucker.

   "HhhihihnuhaHA!  Uh, Huh!" I could feel her nodding, from just below the
other end of her spine, "Yeah!" I took that as explicit consent.

   "SNWHL7chH!" I pulled out, and "SPB!"

   "Ahh Hahn!" Felt up the insides of her highs.  "HuhH Huh!"

   "There's erotic receptors, all over.  Just have to wake them up." Big
fat lips, she shaves.  And I mean thoroughly, recently, or waxed I can't be
sure.  But not a hair on her, under her eyebrows.  Some girls are like that
naturally, but this spread open, I can feel out, and rub back between them
and her thighs.

   "Fuck me?"

   "Now?"

   "Please, I need it."

   "Hh," I felt, yeah, "All right!" rolled my eyes.

   Easily took a pinky, "Yeah!" so I pulled it out, and quickstabbed
another pinky, {PSA: Girls, don't try this without cyberserker reflexes, or
a lot of practice,} "You wanna quicky, now?"

   "Huh, huh, nyeah." deep breath, "AUGH!" she bucked.

   I wiggled my second ring finger, and twisted to wiggle it the other way.

   "You have to have penetration to get off?"

   "Hh hih, yeah," she didn't even try to nod, "I'm close." So, quick
switch to the middle, then the other, "Hih, yeah, yeah yeaH!  Yyh yhr yrh
yhH!"

   She shook, spasming, "Hhn noh kp nh nyh nyahyayayahahahaha HhHhH!"

   Already spasming, I just kept fucking away with my fucker finger until
she stopped, and slipped it out.

   "h h h h h h!" She shivered, and pulled her head out of the pillow.

   "Here," helped her up, put her hand up to her face, and she held on with
both while I rubbed her back sides, and thighs.  On the outside, it took
her quite a while to stop shaking and actually breathe.  So, I didn't ask
her anything.

   "How was that?"

   She nodded.  "Yes that."

   I helped her over, and started with the buckles.  Crosslegged sideways,
she pulled the top one back as soon as I got it free.  I pulled more strap
out to get the other one.  "I think, I can talk about it now."

   I pulled out the bolster she was hugging, and climbed into the spoon to
listen.

   Francine.  {Yeah yeah, just switching PoV}

   "It was, that was so, perfect?  I don't know."

   "Just start from the beginning."

   "Snh, I love your hair."

   "I know." she nodded.

   "Hh, I guess.  You know when you asked if I ever been molested?  Hh,
that's, well I guess this is what I was waiting for.  I just, I had no
idea! I never really thought about it, but I had no way of thinking past
the end of the movie."

   "The romance," she nodded, "We'll, get to the romance, I'm sorry I
rushed into it."

   "Well, you got that.  Honestly, if you had just come up when I was
thirteen, we probably.  Well yeah, I totally would've done the same thing."

   "You weren't ready.  You mean when I stalked you?  Yeah, that was only
about half a year, and it wasn't really romantic.  I was afraid, I'm still
afraid of victimizing you.  I don't have any victims yet, and believe you
me, it's been really hard, but I held out as long as I could."

   "You really are." I have no idea what.

   "Hh, I'm a predatory psychopath.  But I'm like a serial killer, not
every day, but build up over years, hopefully not to a bloodbath, or orgy
of violence."

   "Seriously?"

   "Let's get back to you.  The bondage is fresh in your head, so try to
remember that.  For the future, how did it feel?"

   "It wasn't like the first time at all, I mean there was still, not being
able to do anything, but then I could just hold on for the ride."

   "When I left you."

   "Well that was only for a second."

   "Yeahbut, how did you feel, being bound, alone?"

   "Well," I had to think about it.  "I don't remember?  I didn't feel
bound alone, and I didn't really get a chance, because you came back so
fast."

   "Okay, when did you really feel the bondage?"

   "Well, when you pulled my legs apart.  I mean, I nodded yes, but I
thought it was a little too wide, but I didn't want to say anything,
because I was so anxious to get fucked."

   "And that's the only way you've ever gotten off?"

   "Definitely.  I like the clit, I do, and your.  Tounging.  Huh!  All
right, I really liked it, and you're right.  I never would've been able to
hold still for that."

   "This communication is vital, but we're both new to this, and it's only
our 5th time."

   "You've totally done this before." I shook my head, "A lot, you're just
too good at it, I can't believe you're only 8 years old."

   "Huh,"

   .

   .

   .

   "Marie."

   "All right, I have a lot of Training.  I was trained to do this from
birth, but you're my first Partner.  I've never been with anyone else
before."

   "Turn over," she sounded convincing, looked at me.  "I don't care, if
you had a thousand partners before, you gave me so much pleasure, and
answered so many questions already, but you really can't tell me you never
did that before."

   "Yes," right in my eye, "I can.  You are the first person I have ever
touched, sexually.  Have been touched by, sexually.  My father didn't even
take pictures of me, naked, but he had them.  Piles of them, he sold them
mail order over the usenets, and made a lot of money.  Also, I lied.  I've
totally watched my Aunt dominate, and sexually abuse men.  A lot of men,
for money.  She didn't do it in front of me, but I totally watched.  And
I've practiced, a lot.  But you're going to have to trust me, and I've
sworn to myself never to lie to you: I have never been with anyone before."

   "Okay,," I shrugged.  I really don't care, and either she's telling the
truth, or the best liar ever, and it doesn't matter which.

   "Now, help me figure out How to bind you.  Because there's a lot to
cover by trial and error, which takes too long."

   I kissed her head, "You're right," I waited long enough, "What do you
need to know?"

   "Okay, so compare the Yarn to the Leather."

   "Huh!"

   "You like the leather?"

   "No," seriously, "I liked the yarn, I LOVED the leather." Eyeroll.

   "What about it?"

   "The material?  It felt stronger.  I totally get why you went with the
breakaway," and the bow, and the fact that I could just lift my arms any
time, "But I really loved how strong it felt.  Knowing I could never get
out of it, and I was stuck.  Um, you know how it's a triangle?"

   "Yeah, that position is actually designed to anchor your hips."

   "Yeah, so like you said, I could struggle.  Try to close my legs, or
move, at all.  But with my shoulders down like that, it's like a pyramid,
so I couldn't move.  At All."

   "I know.  It's called the Pyramid for a reason."

   "Yeah?" Makes sense.  "Huh!  Okay, so when you're fucking me, and you
really need to stop doing too much foreplay."

   "All right, I'm sorry."

   "Okay, but from now on, when I say fuck me, I mean fuck me.  Right away.
But GOD!  The way you fucked me was like getting Stabbed!"

   She grinned, and winked.  "Why that's called the 10 daggers."

   "Oh," makes sense, "So yeah, anyway, that was fucking awesome!"

   "You use toys at home?"

   "Well, not toy toys.  Huh!  I basically started sticking things up there
as soon as I found out I had a hole."

   "With lube?"

   "I discovered that, but at first, no.  I tried to find the smoothest
pebbles I could, and learned to shoot them out again."

   "Explains what happened to your hymen."

   "Yeah, I totally broke that when I was like, well I guess your age."

   "And your first orgasm?"

   "Well, I don't know.  I had to be at least ten or eleven, because I
already started my period."

   "Okay, and how did you get off?"

   "Dad's shaver, and a rubber I took from his bedside."

   "Fucking, so it's a cordless shaver?"

   "Oh no, the plug-in kind.  It's got this guard, to cover the head when
he's not using it.  So, I just put the rubber over that in case it came
off. It's like a marker cap, I can't show you it, because he doesn't even
have it any more."

   "So, it's a small head?"

   "Well, not that small.  The end is like," half inch?  She nodded, "but
that's on a tube, then the body's like," a couple inches?

   "Oh, a nose-hair trimmer."

   "Is that what it's for?"

   "If it's the model I'm thinking of.  Looks like an electric toothbrush?"

   "Yeah, so anyway, I had just got the cone in, and it shook me so deep, I
just turned to pudding, and I had to pull it out of the wall."

   "Cervical orgasm."

   "You mean like my cervix?"

   "Yeah, you probably buzzed that, which can trigger an orgasm if you're
primed for it."

   "Oh, hadn't even thought about my cervix.  So it was like you said about
having a lot of, erotic."

   "Anything can be erotic, but especially for women, there's all kinds of
things you can stimulate, and all kinds of ways to do it.  Vibing the
cervix is a pretty reliable way to do it."

   "If I'm primed for it."

   "What were you thinking about, you remember?"

   "Uhm," try to remember.  "Well, I was trying to get it to go as deep as
I could, I didn't get the whole thing in, but I was starting to open up to
the big part of it.  Oh!  Yeah, when I got off it was totally Camryn
Mannheim."

   "You like big girls."

   "I am one."

   "I love them too." She tried to hug me.

   "Well, she just came out, and like you said.  Older heavier womyn." She
nodded, "So I wasn't thinking about her, just her, the whole time.  I
thought about her, and I went to get the shaver.  But then I thought about
that, and.  Huh!  You know?  No, there's definitely.  Okay, well I just
realized, you did it.  You fucked me, so I could just, let my mind wander."

   "What did you think about?"

   "Honestly?  What you're going to do next.  Especially when you're
teasing me, I'm starting to hate that, but when you finally started fucking
me.  No, the one time.  The best time was the quicky on the stairs before
dinner.  Because you just fingered me off, that was great.  But if you're
talking about the Bondage, it was everything you said.  Like the anal, and
the spanking, and you know I said I wasn't ready for that, but about the
time I said it I was totally ready for you to start slapping my ass, and
then especially when you ate it out, I really just wanted you to strap one
on, and assfuck me to death."

   "Don't say that." I saw her wince.

   "I'm sorry?"

   "No, just the violent stuff.  Like to death, I have a lot of triggers,
and I don't want to kill you, or even think about killing anyone, ever."

   "Okay, I really am sorry."

   "It's all right, you didn't know."

   "I totally get what you said about landmines.  I guess that's why you've
been so careful before, but you don't want to masturbate, or something?"
She hadn't gotten off, I barely touched her.  I mean, she kissed me, and
here we are, lying in eachother's arms, but."

   "I can't.  I'm too young, and I'm basically asexual, so for now I have
to get them vicariously through giving them to you."

   "Well, you can do that all you want."

   "You want to make me?"

   "Really?" that was a great conversation, and all, but "Yeah," I was
totally down for another round.

   Marie {FG Cons}

   Still working on her symbol-set, but she gave me a lot to think about.
Went for the tried, and true method of sitting on my face, without all the
foreplay that drives her nuts.  Okay, spread it on a little too think, got
that.

   "Get my ass, too." She pulled up.  So I can hear it.

   "Sit up," so I can reach it.  "MUPH!" I didn't have to tell her to move
it back, and forth to get her cunt, too.

   So what do we got, vaginal, especially penetration, fairly insensitive
clit, so I can bash the hell out of it with my chin at the end of travel.
Nod up, "UH!" Get a good tongue-lash in while she hesitates, and then heads
on back for her ass.  "Uh!" Oh, she found it.  Just grind it right in, so I
have to reach a bit to get my tongue in her Vopening, and open my mouth
wide to get the tip of my nose in her ass.  "SHVB!  PHAGN!" Fart out my
breath, and gasp another, mouth and nose before she lands back on my face.

   PHAPHPAHPHA'AHHH!" Slapping me with it, shake my head hard to get a full
breath.

   "Yeah,"

   PHAPHAPHAPHAPHAP!  Fucking my face into the pillow, I have to turn my
head.

   "Don't stop."

   "I have to breathe!"

   "Sorry."

   "It's all right, get up.  Yeah, just lie down, I can do that, just."

   "Come here," she grabbed my legs, and buried her face in my underpants,
which fortunately ment I couldn't reach with my face any more.  "Muh! 
SNHHH!  UH, YEAH!" She pushed me up, "Take these off." Helped me pull them
down, then started smashing me into her face by the hips.

   "UH!" Okay, "Uh Uh UH!" I can feel that, "HUH!  YUH!" Right on the clit,
"Huh, stop.  Hh huh!" I hadn't tried that?  "Get me wetter first, yeah." I
ground into her mouth, "Hh, get it good and wet." I got up.  "You want it?"
I took her hands.

   "Yeah, fuck my face, hard."

   PAPHAPHAPHAPHAP!  "Like that?"

   "Uhn.  Hhhhih!" She held her breath, and tried to grab my legs again. 
"Take my fingers, yeah." Intertwined.  She gasped another breath.  "Now," I
didn't slap her, well once, then I held her down, and gave her a good 45
seconds of hard wet facial frottage.

   "Neah, huh huh huh, huhhhhH!"

   "NYEH!  SPBb" Wiggle it around, "Take it yeah!  Uh uhnh rhH!  Yeah!  You
like that?"

   "YEAH!  Huh!"

   "Now," I sat up, "Lick that ass, yeah, get it good and wet, huhH! 
Yeah." Pull off.  "You like that?"

   "Not really."

   "You want to talk about it?"

   "Not really, but.  Huh, can I eat out your pussy some more?  Not so
rough now."

   "Okay," I dipped, "You want it?" Wiggled it around, "Yeah, come and get
it." Backing up, slowly so I know she can just reach it, but her head's off
the pillow, so I start rocking my hips, right on her lips, but she has to
hold the pillow up.

   "Hal!" She gasps.  "HALnlnlnln!"

   "HhH!"

   "Lauh lauh lauh lauh!" So, she picked that up.  She can breathe, on me.
In me with my legs spread, and her tongue holding me open.  "YEH, yeah more
clit.  Harder, point your touh hH!  Yeah!" Slip my arms up her belly to
giver her some more.  "Hh hh hh!" Panting and hunching, "HhH!" Yes, I'm
close, "Yeh, yes, you're doing great, just wigglhngH!  Hardhr, fash sheah!"
As fast as I can, "Auh, I'm cumming YEAOUH!  ah AUHHH YEAH!"

   Just fall down, panting and shaking.  "Nh, don't," Shake my head,
holding her belly like a pillow, "Dn't tough me, huh!" Just ride it out. 
"HUHHHHHHHH!" God, the first ones, ehh?  And we'd been at this, what. 
Hours, definitely, but with all the talking, and stalking, and mystery. 
Her mind, peeling open in layers, and the bright light of pleasure
blinding, and washing everything away.

   .

   .

   "Huh!" I could move.  Down, to return the flavor.

   "Oh!" She pulled her arms out, and I could feel her breasts.  In my
legs, she juggled them between us around my hips, and sides.

   "Huh!" I came up, and made her jump with a slap to both thighs.  "I bet,
I can get you off, huh.  hhH Without fucking, hhH!"

   "You're on."

   "SLWPHF!" Shake it around.  "SLVWH!" Down, from her clit.  In the
general direction of her opening, but I couldn't reach.  What i could do
was hug her nice big fat legs and hold her open.  Not bound, but she can't
really stop me either.  So, I dug my chin into the wet fat root of her
clitoris, until I could almost feel bone.  The firmness of the muscle,
relatively unused, but I cupped it, with my lower lip.  Then felt down,
wiggling the web at the bottom of my tongue to brush her inner folds open,
and follow them back.  Eventually to the cleft of the clit herself.

   Here's where a lot of girls differ.  Big fat clit, maybe almost the size
of a prepuce, a newborn boy's glans, tight in the foreskin, before the
balls drop, and long before it can stick out of the foreskin.  But it
isn't, it's a hooded clit, and it splits open too.  "Huh!"

   Now, I couldn't say it, and keep it in position, but I thought it just
about the right time to find out if she's ticklish.

   "Nho, that tikleh shtahehahihiHINH!"

   Which made her giggle, which made her jiggle, which made her clitoris,
her whole, entire clitoris root to split open tip shiver and shake all over
my tongue, lip, and chin.  I really felt time start to dilate a bit, just
trying to keep up, but that just made all the slippery hysteresis all the
more unpredictable, and stimulating.

   I stopped tickling, but it was too late, she was already tickling
herself with all the gyrations, which just made it feedback to an upward
spiral, which nobody NOBODY can withstand forever.

   "NOAUHHHHRRRNH!" And she got off, immediately, I pulled back just to
make sure it wasn't overpowering to the point of passing out, and just let
her go.

   "Ngh!" she curled up, spasming on her side, and had one of those full
body orgasms.  "Hh n hHhHH!" Switching back and forth between shivering,
and spasming uncontrollably.

   "SNH?" I can smell myself, too.  Pick up my panties for a good nose
dive. "SNHHHH!" Yeah, I had hoped I was ready to get off.  I even scented
my panties, which is very hard to do, with an 8 yo vulva, but I was getting
ready.  It was subtle, especially with my nose full of her juices, and the
room saturated in them, but I could smell it.  "Hm," I looked back.

   "HhHhHhH!" She was just shivering now, "You all right?" She nodded.

   Opened her eyes.

   "Satisfied." Shuddered again.  "Hh, I never got off like that before."

   "No, clitoral orgasm is different."

   "Yeah," she closed her eyes, I gave her a pillow to hug.

   "I really need a shower."

   "Hhyeah hH!  Me too.  Be in in a minute."

   Aunti Christi {Ff B&D}

   I knew I shouldn't have left them together that long.  Just as soon as I
realized the time, and rushed up the stairs in a panic.

   "All right," I clapped, "Break it up!"

   "Get her away from me!"

   She backed up, panting to the end of the bed.  With the wall, why it's
centered in the room, and doesn't have a headboard.  She gasped, and
gulped. "She's dangerous, she's escalating me out of control."

   "I'm sorry!" She turned away, to the corner.

   "It's all right," I touched her shoulder.  "Hh, Fran.  Franchesca?" She
nodded, "Turn around.  Look." Seriously, in her eyes.  "Hh, now what did
she tell you, about our families?"

   "She just said that you need." she looked over.

   "Emotional Release," I nodded, "Come downstairs, Hit the pool, Marina."

   "Yeah," she hopped up, "Good idea."

   "All right," lead her into the kitchen, and pull out a seat on the end
of the table.  "Now, relax, tell me what you know, and take your time." It
took her a moment, she stopped crying immediately.

   "Hh," to collect her thoughts.  "Okay, you're lesbians, but because of
her father, she needs B&D to keep from killing someone."

   "Okay, that's unlikely unless she's raped, however that's the worst case
scenario." Code-red, bloodbath.  A trail of bodies to the point where they
muster enough guns to kill her without her dodging the bullets.  "She's,"

   "A psychopath," she nodded, "I don't care, no.  Actually, that just
makes me want her more!"

   "Huh!" and there's no way of knowing that.  "There's very Very few girls
like you, who actually like the.  Kind of fear, and punishment being Her
lover can entale."

   "Oh," she shook her head, "She doesn't scare me, she hasn't scared me
yet." I covered my mouth, and my hands shook.  "What?"

   "You don't know.  I can't begin to explain, what you're dealing with. 
Look, she needs some Discipline, hopefully every few weeks depending on how
much stress she's under, but I've been raising her without, any of that, as
happy as possible so she could make it this far."

   "And she could kill me."

   "She could kill everyone, from here to Santa Fe, and keep killing until
they kill her.  She's a Berzerker." A Cyberzerker, one of the originals, in
an enhanced body.  A perfect enhanced body for the way she seduces, and
kills.

   "So," she thought, "Like a spree shooter?"

   "A slasher, and stabber.  Knives, she can't have knives, and keep them
away from her.  She knows this, and she's been good, but if she starts
carrying them again, keep in mind that she can hide, tens of them, and you
can never be sure that you found all of them." Oh well, I guess this is a
personal record, and it couldn't last forever.  I was hoping to get to her
teens before this became a problem, but, "She's also adept at finding, the
worst possible victims."

   "But I'm not a victim."

   "No, you're a Natural."

   "A natural what?"

   "A natural victim, you're almost impossible to rape, because you like it
too much.  Which means, she has to escalate, and this is crucially
important.  She does Not need to escalate, because she can't stop.  She
needs to cool down now, which means if you Ever want to be with her again,
I need to make sure you don't escalate her, again."

   "All right," she nodded, "I'll do whatever it takes."

   "Hh, that's one of the things we need to work on."

   I went out to the pool.

   "I can't be with her," she stopped, and floated down to shiver.

   "I don't know yet, but what's the specific problems, so far?"

   "She's far too willing.  If I say anything, even if she doesn't like it,
she wants to do that next." I nodded, "She's competitive, insatiable, has
an extremely high pleasure threshold, and she needs penetration enough to
demand it.  And she has no patience.  That's the worst part, she gets so
needy it overcomes her submissive personality, and she makes me get her
off. Hhuhvuvuv!" Her chin shivered.

   "Here," I offered her my hand.

   "No, I need at least a few more laps, but can you start a fire?"

   "Of course," I checked the towel shelter too, can't afford a pool-house.
We have to watch out for eachother, so a seperate building would be a very
very bad Idea, better move to a smaller house next time.

   "Take her, teach her Patience, or take her away so I never see her
again."

   She told me, before I was even born, it would take a few generations to
learn to control it.  We're getting close, I hope.  Maybe her children can,
because I'm sure not there yet.

   "Come on," already naked as I need to be, I took off my robe on my way
back around to the stairs.  Up them, first, "Just drop the strap in the
bin," I grabbed the other one, "Let's go downstairs."

   "To the dungeon!?"

   "Uh!" I'll do what I can, but I'll need to control myself too.  It was a
good idea to completely satisfy myself too.

   "Have a seat, what have you tried so far?"

   "Yarn, breast worship," add that to the list, a very nice pair of young,
full, slightly saggy tits.  Then mark it again, they count double. 
"Leather, Asslicking, face slapping, uh, clitoral, 10 daggers?  Yeah, Uhm,"
she thought, back, "The pyramid." Really liked that one, "And cervical, but
I learned that myself."

   "And what did you like?"

   "Everything."

   "If you could pick one,"

   "Clitoral orgasm." Didn't even have to think about it.  "Um," she bit
her lip, "Are we, going to," raised her eyebrows, and eyefucked me,
grinning.

   "Huh!" I can't just bury her in the back yard, and dump a concrete slab
over her, which would probably be the safest coarse of action.  Thinking,
no no no.  It would be too traumatic for her to strangle her.  "Hh, I need
to teach you Discipline."

   She jumped up, please don't jump up.  Like that.  "Where do you want
me!?"

   "Hh," I rubbed my eyes.  "HhHhH!  Yeah, now the opposite of that.  We
need to control ourselves.  You especially, your willingness to please
could get us all killed."

   "Oh," she pouted, "Sorry."

   "Good," that lack of confidence may be her only saving grace. 
"Humiliation?"

   "I don't like the sound of that."

   "No, but unfortunately, it may be the only way to turn you off again."

   She thought.  Long and hard, all right, no.  Damn, there's just no
better phrase, but I know what I ment.  "Okay, yeah.  I get it, I think. 
We have to, cool down, at some point, right?"

   "Exactly, which is why she's swimming herself to exhaustion right now so
she can pass out, because she won't be able to fall asleep for weeks."

   "Sorry,"

   "Yeah, well you didn't know.  I'm as much to blame for not supervizing
enough, but your shyness made me want to respect your modesty." And come
down for a marathon switch beating session with one of my favorite local
artists.  "Hhn."

   "Teasing." She nodded.

   "What?"

   "I can't stand it, but you know how everyone is different, with
different needs?  I've felt humiliated all my life, I can't take anymore,
and now I think that's why I flew out of control.  But I need to learn."

   "Patience," she gets the point.

   "Yeah, I think that's the problem."

   "The first one, we have to deal with.  So, what's a comfortable
position?" She just climbed up, and clasped her hands behind her head.  On
her knees, spread.  She shook her head.  "What?"

   "Not comfortable.  I think I need to be uncomfortable."

   "All right," we'll try that.

   "And talk, as much as possible.  I need the distraction." I nodded.  She
may be experienced, but nobody knows a body better than their own.

   I grabbed some bolsters, and strapped them down.  "Lie down, on your
back." Moved them up.  "Now lift your legs, and hold them."

   "Like this?"

   I slid them under her head, then under her hips, and strapped them down.
"Now," I went around, "Don't let go."

   "I can't get a very good grip."

   "I know." She nodded, closed her eyes.

   "Hold on." I felt up to her knees, then back down.

   "hhHihH!" She shivered.

   "Just don't let go."

   She was wet, so first, "HahhhhhwhHH!" A deep breath, pinched off to blow
her dry.

   "HhIHhn!" Another shiver.

   "Do you shave?"

   "Nair."

   "Why?"

   "I don't like the hair, it itches, and gets stuck, in my fat." She
sighed.  "I hate my weight, I tried everything, but."

   I said Humiliation, she reacted with disgust, then started doing it to
herself, which means now she wants it more than anything.

   "Stop it!" I caught her legs.  "Don't let go."

   "I'm sorry."

   "It's all right, but stop humiliating yourself, don't do it in your
head, break the loop, NOW!"

   "Okay,"

   "And stop apollogizing." Huh!  All right, go ahead, but this is the last
time."

   "Okay.  I'm sorry."

   "Not yet, but you will be."

   I walked around, "Now, the problem is, we can't let you go, because now
you might be a danger to yourself."

   "Or little girls."

   "What?"

   "Huh, I swear.  I never, NeVer looked at a little girl before.  But now,
I know I have a taste for them, and.  Huh!  I'm never going to find another
one like her, am I?"

   "Never have kids.  You hear me?  NEVER!"

   "Yes, I understand, totally.  I'll stay away from them, I know, now I
know why child molestors do it!"

   "Why?"

   "There's no words."

   "Try anyway."

   "Hh," I rubbed her crotch, "That's,"

   "Distracting, I know.  Keep thinking..."

   "Well, I just said.  Huh!  That she, she makes me want to, hh, deeper."

   "No." still on the outside, and she's dry, so the bare skin is rubbery.

   "HhH!  Okay, hh, I'm in love with her now, I need her, I touched her,
and I tasted her, so if I lose her now, I know I'll try to make another."

   "You can't make another," not without neuronano.  And a copy of a serial
killer.

   "I know, but like you just said, 'break the loop'?" I nodded, "Well,
that's what triggered, can understanding be triggered?"

   "Anything can."

   "Right, so I guess that was the piece I needed.  So, it's like we're, on
a swing?  Yeah, and we kept swinging higher, and higher, and yeah.  It's
like we would have kept going until one of us passed out."

   "Quite possibly,"

   "I kept waiting to pass out, but we just kept swinging higher and
higher. No, don't stop."

   "I have to." My hands were shaking.  "Hh, just keep thinking," I came
around, to reach between her arms, and pull her breasts through.

   "Hh, yes!"

   "No," she just looked up.

   "Hh." Aw, damn.  "HhHH!" Shake my head.  "Fuck!" And climbed on to give
her what she wanted.

   "Oh!" I held her legs.  Thankfully, it was impossible, with the half
bolster under her head to sit on her face, but she could smell it.  I could
smell it, so I made her watch.  Me, frigging off over her.  Now, let me
tell you, it's almost impossible for me to get myself off with just my
fingers any more.  But it wasn't just my fingers.  It was her, watching me
the whole time.  "HhHH!"

   I dropped, to my feet, "Let go.  You can let go, let's, gnh!  Huh! 
Let's go up for a swim, she should be out and in bed by now."

   {St.  The Prodigy - Mindfields (Fat of the Land)}

   Fran {fm Consent is a little iffy on this one.  Not Overtly abusive.}

   "Hey, Franny, nice fanny."

   "Hh," relaxed my shoulders, "Thanks." Turned around, uh.  "Mikah?"

   "Thought you're a lesbian."

   "Me too," I nodded, "But just because a girl takes a compliment, doesn't
mean she's interested." He backed up, so I kept following, "So, you like
lesbians, or fat girls?" One of many Many things I learned was accepting
it. I'm fat, nothing wrong with that.

   "Uh," he looked down.  "So, that was totally supposed to be an insult,
huh.  You weren't really interseted." I shook my head, and started walking.


   But, he smelled pussy, so, "Wait," I stopped.

   ..  "I'm waiting?"

   "Huh!  I don't care, that you're fat."

   "That wasn't the question," I turned back, "I asked if you liked it."
Half way, except my head, I felt up my hips, and around my belly.

   "Yeah," he looked, tried to shrug it off, "I kinda like it."

   "You ever been with a girl before?" He nodded, "Don't lie to me."

   "Well, I had a girlfriend, but she went back home."

   "Tell me about it." I kept walking, to dad's truck.

   "Well, she was skinny, and you know, boney?"

   "I have some idea, go on?"

   "Huh, well I guess, we didn't, make it.  We were going to, before she
went back to Hawaii, but we missed the chance to be alone.  Her parents
through a going away party, and I wasn't invited."

   "She couldn't sneak out?"

   "They through it for her," he shook his head, "Also kind of a sweet
sixteen, so..."

   "So," I went around the truck, "Get in." Leaned over to unlock his side.
"How far did you 'make it'?"

   He shrugged, "Hand jobs, blow jobs, some finger banging?"

   "Did you get her off?"

   "Oh yeah!"

   "Look, if you're going to lie to me, you can go fuck yourself, do you
have any rubbers?" He shook his head.  "So, you couldn't get her off."

   "Huh," he shook his head, and that's when I at least noticed a little
warmth and swelling between my legs.  "It hurt, so we had to stop.  We took
almost a week off, but then her parents announced the party, and I didn't
get the chance." It was totally the way he gave up.  It reminded me of
someone, who has to feel helpless, powerless, instead of too much of Her
power.

   "Got any rubbers?" He shook his head, but didn't raise it.  Staired at
his lap, stopped even looking at me, which was for some reason even better
than looking at me.  So, I headded toward downtown, to get around to
Alameda.  "I'm gonna stop by the clinic." free rubbers.  "They give them
away, no questions asked," unless you're about 9.

   "You know anything about Bondage, Mikah?" There, that made him look up.

   "You mean like, whips and chains?"

   I shook my head, "Well, more like rope," I happen to have some, "You
ever been tied up?"

   "Not really."

   "Go on;"

   "Well, not since I was a kid, but." He shrugged, "Yeah, playing cowboys
and indians.  And bullies, well they didn't tye me up, but they put tape
over my mouth, and stuffed me in a locker.  I didn't like it."

   "Good, no I mean, huh!  It's better if you tell me, anything that might
scare you, like experiences, like that."

   "Yeah, it would be pretty scary, if you did that."

   "Hard to have sex, too." So, remember that one!  "Huh!  How about
spanking, did your parents spank you?"

   "No, they're progressive, they say that's child abuse."

   "Yeah, but you're not a child, are you Mikah?"

   "No, I'm 17."

   "Well, I'm a minor too, but in this state, that's fine as long as I'm
not 5 years younger."

   "How old are you?"

   "Sixteen," I lied.  "Huh!  Look, let me make something, Perfectly clear.
I'm gay, I think.  I never really even, considered sex with another boy
before, but.  Huh!  I have been under a lot of stress lately, and I'm horny
as fuck, and for the first time in my young life, I'm feeling a little
bi-curious.  Okay?"

   "Yeah,"

   "What is it?"

   "Well, huh!  A couple things, I know I'm bi.  I never been with a girl
before, but I got drunk a few times, and, you know."

   "Not really." I don't drink.

   "Well, huh" God, he was blushing!  "I never really talked about it
before, but I sucked dick, and I really liked it."

   "Oh," well, "Huh!  Well, that's all right.  Um, what was the other
thing?"

   "Well, now that you mention it, I'm starting to feel a little, bondage
curious?"

   "Well, there's really only one way to find out." And that's what this
was.  Answering a question, one of so many I've been asking myself, my
whole life.  Am I gay?  What about boys?  Then, fairly recently I
discovered that a lot of things I thought were repulsive made me feel
incredible in so many different ways, which made me wonder about one that I
thought I answered a long time ago.

   Yes, I am a lesbian.  I had thought, for over a decade.  Now, I had some
doubts.  "Huh, wait here, I'll be right back out." He was smoking a
cigarette, right by the truck when I did.

   "El Camino?" And he can read!

   "Yeah, '73." Making conversation I guess.  "Sweet thirteen, my da' said
when I got 'er running, I could rive it." Let me borrow his a couple years
to get parts.

   "Hey, I actually live, like right up the road, if you want to give me a
ride home."

   "Your parents home?"

   "Well, my mom, shouldn't be.  For a couple hours, but my dad left. 
They're divorced."

   "Huh!" well, a couple hours should be more than long enough to find out.
Unless, it turns out, I'm really, Really not gay.  "Hh, the thing is, well.
Guys.  You make it real easy, well not all men, but more than enough to
ruin it for the rest of us."

   "Well," he nodded, "Girls are a fuck of a lot hotter, too.  You know The
Commons?" I nodded.

   "Yeah, we are." I grinned.

   "So, you're not gonna beat me, or hurt me, or anything?"

   "Why, you think you'd like that?"

   "No, I just want to make sure."

   "No, I'll try my best not to hurt you.  But if I say stop, or uncle,
it's over.  Got it?" He nodded, "Say it, out loud."

   "Yes, I get it!  I'm not going to rape you, I wouldn't even try.  I
know, some guys can be like that, but I don't even want to be like that."

   "What do you want?"

   "Love," he shrugged, "If that's not to much to ask.  All my friends,
well they just want to get laid.  I could've gotten layed, I know the
girls, I'm not going to call them slutty, but like you said, some girls
make it easy, too."

   "Fair enough."

   "But I don't want to just get laid.  I want the whole thing, love,
marriage, sex, children.  I want a wife, eventually, but I don't even think
that'd be you."

   "Good,."

   "But, you know.  I wouldn't Mind getting laid.  I just, huh!  I want to
be careful with The One." Hard to believe anyone still believes in that,
any more, but I nodded.  "And I really don't want to make the same mistake.
As my parents, falling out of love, or letting money get in the way."

   "They broke up over money?"

   He shrugged, "They sure fought over it a lot." He nodded, "He cheated a
lot, to, though." He says a lot, a lot.

   "But you wouldn't do that."

   "I don't know, I'd like to think that, but.  Huh!  I don't know." And
that, sounded so mature, and I think introspective?  Might be the right
word, if I'm not using it wrong, but that made me realize that I was
starting to like him.  I guess that's when I stopped thinking about him as
a boy, and started thing about him, as him.  "Mikah."

   "Yeah?"

   "Don't worry, relax.  Huh!" I rubbed his shoulder.  He smiled, and
nodded.

   Turned out his mom was heavy too, and a slob by the way she left clothes
lying around.  I brought the rope, in case I needed it, but he just looked
at it.  "What do I do?" He looked up.

   "Nothing, lie back." I set it in a rattan chair, and bent over the
futon. Frame, on the floor, one of those ones that folds up in thirds
almost completely unlike a couch, but this one was flat, and maid up.  Neat
room, almost neat freak neat, but adobe walls, which are hard to hang
anything from.  "Hhhhh," I took a deep breath, and started getting his
pants open.  Used to girl's pants, I didn't have much trouble with the
backwards button, or fly.  "Let's see this, first."

   My first dick.  It wasn't hard, and he wasn't circumcised.  "Hm," not
sure what all the fuss is about, it looked kind of silly, but I sniffed,
then sniffed harder.  Either he didn't have pheromones, or I didn't react
to them.  He smelled sweaty, but boy sweat, which didn't turn me on before,
and wasn't starting now.  "Hh, did you take a shower today?"

   "This morning." He nodded.

   "Would you mind?"

   "No," he got up, "Not at all."

   He kicked off his boots, dropped his pants, and bent over.  "Wait." I
felt his but.  "Ooh!" I like that!  It felt hard, harder than any woman, or
girl's I had felt.  "Hh," I just patted it, didn't smack it, but I wanted
to.  "Go on."

   I lay back, with all the feelings, and questions again.  What am I
doing, am I ready for this?  What if, he?  "No," he's a shrimp.  Taller
than me, and skinny, but I could probably throw him around with all the
wrestling I'd been doing.  So, I started unbuttoning my blouse, and took
off my bra, but put the blouse back on.  I figured, it would slow him down,
and I didn't want him fumbling with it.  "Boys' hands," on my breasts. 
Definitely a turn-on, at least thinking about it, and I dipped my panties
quick to see how steamy I was getting in there.  More sweaty, not even
really damp, but I took a deep breath.  And I know, my own pheromones turn
me on.  "Huh!"

   "Come on, loverboy." Patience.  I was learning, but the best one yet was
the massage.  Marie watched, but Just watched, while her mother downright
drenched me with wonderful smelling oil, and rubbed me all over, stopping
at the tense spots to get me relaxed, and when she finally fingerbanged me
off.  "Huh!" I sat up, "Finally.  Don't bother drying off, just come to
bed." I was ready, to try it.

   "Okay!" he just dropped the towel, and I noticed, again, he wasn't hard.
At all, the best I could tell, not sure whether it was a big one, or a
small one, but.  "Mikah, do you think I'm attractive?"

   "Oh yeah!" He felt my chest, and I felt between his legs.

   "Then how come, it's not."

   "Harder?" I think it's starting, to swell?  A little, "Sometimes it
takes a while, see?  It's getting hard." He looked down.  "Hh, let me play
with your titties some more."

   "Okay," I lay back down, and he spear my blouse open.  That helped, both
of us.

   "Uh?"

   "What is it?"

   "You think, I could," he bit his lip, "Kiss you, a little?"

   "Oh," that was, honestly, so sweet?  He asked, nobody asked me that
before.  "Of course," I nodded.

   "Smq?" he pulled back, to look.

   "Huh!" I felt his neck, "You're gonna have to do better'n that!" I
pulled him in, and kissed him.

   "Oh!"

   "What?"

   "Hh, you know, how to put a rubber on?"

   I sat up, "Yeah, hand them to me." Got them out, showed him.  "You have
to be careful, when you tear the package, because the mylar can cut them if
you let the edges shear across."

   "How did you learn this, if you haven't been with guys?"

   "Sex toys, like dildos, and vibrators."

   "Oh, you need rubbers for that too?"

   "Hold still," I held him, "Now, roll it on like this, and pull a little
out on the end, for the cum." I expected, something.  He didn't even
twitch, just nodded.  But, now I felt, so much more experienced, and he's
older, which helped a lot too.  "Now, help me out of my pants."

   "Okay," he got up, and went back for my shorts.  Boxers, panties are
uncomfortable.  Always were, just like pubic hair.  "Hh, now you don't just
stick it in.  I think, I might be able to find you a girlfriend, once I
show you the basics." I happen to know a few girls, who seemed interested
in, well Femdom.  Since I started talking about it, and it looked like he
might be down.  "I have to get ready, which is what all this foreplay is
about.  So, you can start by touching me, just feel around the outside, get
used to her, and let her get used to.  Hhuh!  Mh." I nodded, "SNH!  Yeah,
now just feel in between, my lips."

   "Like this?"

   "Mhm?" It was getting harder to talk, or.  Think.  Words.  "Hm, yeah,
now just rub up and down, inside.  How wet am I?"

   "Oh," he looked, "We didn't do this."

   "Was she a virgin?"

   "Yeah."

   "She wasn't ready.  It's all right, you didn't know, but that's why I'm
teaching you this.  Tell your friends, work your way in.  Hh, now, I
think," pretty sure, "I'm ready for your pinky, here.  Let me feel your
nails." I shook my head.

   "I should go cut them."

   "Yeah," and god, I see what she means.  Careful, Francine, I saw what
effect being this willing to please had on even a seasoned Dominatrix, so
don't get sucked in, just because he's so sweet, but god.  He's, just, so
damned sweet, about everything.  But, I can cheat, and get myself readier,
while he's away.  "Huh!"

   He came back, filing the edges.  All of the edges, he even got the
thumbs.  "Hows this?" I slipped my fingers out.  Took his hand, and rubbed
the fingertips on the tide of my breast.  "Hh, yeah.  That's better," I
brought it up, to my mouth.  "Smq?  SmP!  Hah, it helps to get them wet,
too."

   "If we need some lube," he remembered, "My mom's got some in her
nightstand."

   "Good!" Turned out to be Wett, that's the brand, but we didn't need it.
"Now, try the pinky, just nh.  Yeah, just the tip, and try wigglnhH.  Hhih!
Yeah, hh, go ahead and see if you can get your other pinky in." I took a
deep breath.  "HhhhhHhu huh!"

   To

   the

   knuckles.

   "Huh!  Hh, just hold, them in there, a minute.  Okay?" He nodded.  I
swear, I almost popped off there.  "WhewwwH!  Hh, okay, now slowly
withdraw, and fuck, them, mh, huhH!" He stopped, "Hh, no, that feels good,
yeah, just fuck, uh!  Fuck mh!" I just grabbed my hair, and let him. 
Almost wanted to grab his arms, but patiently let him, for a while, "Hm,
yeah, a little faster, huh!  Yeah, you're doing good, oh, ohhhhH No, I'm
not coming yet, uh!' I pushed them out, "You hard?  You ready, yeah?  Come
here, big boy, yeah, fuck me, Fuck me Now, damn it!" He missed, and I never
done this before.  It's not like a toy, because it's attached to him, and
he moved, then backed out when he missed, then the rubber slipped off, so I
had to finger between my lips.  "No, get another one, hurry!  Huh, ah fuck,
HURRY UP!"

   "Okay, sorry, here, move your hand," he held it this time, and felt
around, but got a couple nice slicks up and down, and a good swipe on my
clit before he was finally in me.

   "Yeah!" I hooked my legs behind him, and just held onto my shoulders,
"No, faster, harder, yeah, Harder, Fuck me Harder, Yeah!" Then I just
completely lost the ability to talk, and it wasn't many more strokes before
his slapping pubes finally brought me off.  "AUGH!" I shook, but he kept
fucking away dutifully, and I finally stopped cumming when he sank in to
finish.

   "Uh!" He made the funniest face!  "Huh!" His legs shook, so I felt down
to his ass, and squeezed it until he collapsed panting on top of me, and my
cascading orgasms finally died down.

   "Huh!" I found my arm up, had to the back of my head, like I had never
done except ironically.  "Whew!" Don't even remember putting it there.

   "Did I do all right?"

   I nodded, "Not bad for a straight Man." I giggled.  "Hh, now let's see
about getting you a girlfriend." I made a Man!

   Yup, totally gay.  You know that myth about fucking a lesbian straight?
Yeah, well take it from me, that's totally, utterly a myth.  It was all
right, I got off on it, but it only reinforced my love of womyn.  But, I
liked it.  I didn't love it, I'm not saying I'll never even do it again,
but I love womyn.  Playing around with Marie didn't make me a pedophile
either, but sure as fuck scared the hell out of me for a while there.

   This is what happens, with inadequate sex education.  But straight guys
especially.  Try it.  Don't tell yourself you're straight, or try to prove
it with as much pussy as you can get.  Try it, you'll never know how much
you might like it.  Any of it, there's only one way to find out.

   "Now," He was picking up his pants, "Let me show you what fingerbang
actually means." He turned on the end of the mat.  "You can put your pants
back on, if you like."

   Lunchroom {ff NS}

   Yeah, "Hey, Candice!" She stopped, "You're single now, right?" I put my
arm around her shoulders.

   "Yeah, but straight." Yeah, but how Sure are you?  I let it drop, "No,
sorry!  I'm not hitting on you, but I met this guy, he's really sweet, and
lonely, and pretty damned good in bed."

   "Thought you're gay?"

   "Yeah," I shrugged, "And now I know for sure.  Look, I'm queer as a
football bat, and he got me off." held up 3 fighers, "3 times.  With his
fingers, his mouth, and his dick.  Imagine what he can do with a straight
girl." She did.

   "Is he cute?"

   "How the fuck should I know?  You know Mikah Vigil?" She shook her head,
"Well," I turned her around, and pointed my head, "That's him in the brown
jacket and the tight ass jeans."

   "Well, yeah," she giggled, "He is kinda cute."

   "Nice ass, too.  Take it from me, I'm a lesbian, and I can appreciate
that ass.  Now, he's real romantic, but he really likes a girl to take
charge, and make all the moves.  You think you can do that?"

   She turned away, so I leaned in.  'and he told me he wants to try
bondage.'

   "Hhihihihn?" She looked back, "You mean like tying me up?"

   "No, I mean like you, tying him down."

   "Oh, hihihihihn!"

   "But promise me you'll let me supervise, if you start thinking about
getting into the kinky stuff.  I don't want anyone to get hurt."

   "Yeah," she nodded, and I just let her go...

   She's not as fat.  Younger, freshman, shy, a virgin, and when I said
"Single now," I ment never even been on a date, and probably not even used
to being looked at by boys.  Which is perfect, I don't want an experienced
girl, and neither does he.  He wants a love of his life, and while there's
no sure-fire formula, a first time, with proper training sure otta help.

   And I made it, a whole week without even thinking about going down to
Madrid.

   "Hey," I turned around, "You're Fran, right?" She looked down, blushing,
but took the scenic route.

   "Yeah, and you, are," maybe a little bi curious?  One way to find out,
kinda cute, too...

   ;

   Dr.  Ruth {ffm Peg Troi.}

   "Uh!" now I can't eat my lunch in peace.  "What is it?"

   She looked nervous, to talk.

   "Huh, have a seat." Still looking around, "What is it?" didn't have to
ask if it was about sex.

   She leaned over, "It's about my boyfriend."

   "You don't have to whisper," I held my finger up, "You hear that?" the
regular lunchroom chatter, "They can't hear you." She kept looking around.
"What about your boyfriend?"

   "He wants me to," she looked down, 'fuck him.'

   "Okay, you think you're ready for sex?"

   "Oh, we had sex, I've been having sex for years.  No, I mean he wants
me," lowered her voice again, 'to fuck, him.'

   "In the ass?" I nodded, took another bite.

   She shook her head, to look around, but the whole school was used to
this by now.  They called me "Suzy Sexpert," I had to ask Aunti Christi,
apparently the new Dr.  Ruth, or whatever.  She looked back, 'he likes it,'
she nodded.

   "So you've already fucked him." Nod, finish up my meal.

   "A little, I mean, her really likes it.  So, huh.  I hear, you can get
your hands on." 'sex toys?' Keep nodding, "Well, he wants to know, if you
can get a strap on.  He want's me to fuck him, 'like a man'."

   "Oh, yeah." Swallow, "I can't, well it's not like a sextoy library. 
Huh, I have a friend, with a, well rather extensive collection, so.  Yeah,
I guess I can take you down there.  I need to call her first, to RSVP."

   "What's that?" Thankful for the chance to change the subject.

   "Responde, s'il vous plait." She nodded, glassy eyed, "Call ahead. 
Also, I need to talk to him first, this his lunch?"

   "No, he's a senior."

   "Okay, well," I'm not full, but might as well push it away, "Huh, the
last thing is, I have to watch.  I'm not a voyeur, it's just that with some
of the more advanced play, I have to make sure you don't hurt him.  You
don't want to hurt him, do you?"

   "Oh, he's tough.  And he likes it."

   "Yeah, okay but.  There's certain special risks.  You could rupture the
Colon, which could send him to the hospital, and even kill him."

   "Oh," she nodded.  "Okay."

   "You think he's bisexual at all, or just a bottom?"

   She shrugs.

   "Huh, well if he likes boys too, you might get a threesome out of it."

   "No, I mean." she blushes.  Looks away from me.  "I don't think he's
into guys." No, she flushed.  Took me a moment to recognize the difference.
"I thing, maybe.  Well, it's possible, I might be."

   "Bi." Not really a question.

   "ShHhH!" She looked around.

   "All right, well meet me at the parking lot, after school, And bring
some gas money," this time, "At least."

   "The tan car/truck?" I nodded, Well, it's beige.

   Nod, "Elcamino." So yeah, I might get to fuck a guy, and that.  Well?  I
tried not to think about it, it helps me to control myself, I'm still
learning, but.  "Huh!" But don't think Butt.  The problem is I'm gay, BUT.
That doesn't mean, I find guys completely unattractive, there are good
parts, and he's a Football Player.  Running Back, and I didn't realize,
like the only black guy in school.  Which means a nice, big tight,
muscular, hard looking rump he wants to bend over, and take it up.  And
here I'm giving them a ride to show them how to use a strapon.  "Huh!"

   So yeah, totally try to get That image out of my head.  Get out the
microcassette recorder, so I don't have to pay attention to my notes.  And
I can draw, a big football jock, bent over for his girlfriend with the
strapon.  And maybe take a break to go to the bathroom.

   "Huh!" FapfapfapfapfaPHAPHAPHAP!  "UHN!  huh!" wash my hands,
thoroughly.

   She looked left, and right, 'he likes it.' Then smiled to herself, just
like Janet Weiss.

   "Hh," turn back, to look at the stall.  Shake my head, "No, better save
it."

   Hum on the way out, drying my hands.

   "I was feeling done in.  Couldn't win.  I'd only ever kissed before.  I
thought there's no use getting, into heavy petting.  It only leads to
trouble and, seat wetting.  Now all I want to know, is how to go.  I've
tasted blood and I want more!  I'll put up no resistance, I want to stay
the distance.  I've got an itch to scratch, I need assistance!"

   Fuckit, I danced, and twirled down the hall:

   "Toucha toucha toucha touch me,

   I wanna be dirty!

   Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me,"

   I stopped to giggle.

   "Huh!" Well, might as well finish the line:

   "Creature of the night."

   Not really my type, I kinda had a thing for Magenta.

   And, "Huh!" Well, Frank.  But everybody wants Frank!  "Hihihihihn!" I
couldn't stop giggling!

   Back in class, I waited for the teacher to pause, turn around, and check
her notes to flip the tape.  Then, I watched the clock.

   ;

   "Frankie" {ffm...  Rather than codes, I think I'll just say you might
want to just skip ahead.  No sex, Rape flashbacks, and Therapy.
St: NIN - We're in this ToGetHer (Fragile)}
:

   "Huh!" It's astounding.  Time is fleeting.  "Madness." I shook my head.

   "Hey, Susan."

   "Hey, Frankie!  This is my boyfriend, Roque."

   "And such a fine specimin," I walked around, "Of manhood." Lowered my
eyes.  "So forceful, and.  Dominant." Back around to his face.

   "Huhuh," he grinned, "Well, that's just a act, for the guys, you know."

   "You're very lucky to be invited up to the master's laboratory.  Some
people would give their right arm for the privilege!" She giggled.

   "Huh?"

   "She's doing Rocky Horror," she hopped up on tippy-toes, to kiss him. 
"I've seen it!" ~Columbia.

   "You been down there?"

   "In Albuquerque," she nodded.

   "Look," I got serious, "Before we go, let me make something.  Perfectly,
clear." He nodded.  Obedient, "Good.  You are not going to say Anything, to
Anyone about where we're going, nor anything you might see there."

   "All right," he looked around.  "I got it, damn!" A little embarassed.

   "Your personal issues aside," I got in, "We'll talk about those on the
road, but.  This is, technically, Illegal.  The NMSP would just love to
bust in there and arrest them for providing sex toys to minors, which is
why we have to go there in the first place." Until, you know, the Holocaust
starts.

   "They ain't like that, really."

   "You don't know them.  Buckle up," and don't speed, "I don't want to be
pulled over."

   Klk.  She sat in the middle, I didn't elbow her in the hip, dropping
into gear.

   "Now, either you been sexually abused, molested or exploited?"

   "Yeh, but I don't want to talk about it."

   "Huh!" Male victims, roll my eyes.  "Well, we got most of an hour to get
there," In this traffic.  Villa Linda had some car show thing with Beaver
Toyota, so worse than usual.  "This is important, to make sure everyone has
a good time.  So, if you're gonna have a flashback, we might as well get
that out of the way.  Now." She held his hands, and patted them.  Awe!

   "Huh!  Well, I." He swallowed, "I got some work.  This guy, up by the
athletic complex, he said he needed help cleaning out his garage, and. 
Well, I don't guess I needed the money, but I wanted these new kicks."

   "Where you from?" steer it back around, but gently.  I've been having a
lot of these conversations, lately.

   "Espanola." I nodded.

   "So yeah.  We got there, he gave me a ride, and.  I got to work." He
shrugged.  "Then, he said we could take a break, aksed me if I wanned a
beer.  Then, well he invite me in, and we got into the hard liquer."

   "He got you drunk."

   "Yeah, real drunk.  I din't pass out, but.  Then he stuck he tongue in
mah ear, an aksed if I ever been witha man b'fore.  He was nasty, but I got
it up anyway.  Even with all the liquer.  It was the first time, I suck a
dick.  I done know if he, slipped nothin in my drink, but then he stopped
jerkin on it, and he toled me..."

   "Take your time," I swallowed, and nodded.

   "Huh!  Well, I liked it, to start, but then.  He, he bent me over, and,
he pullt my pants down.  Uh!  And;"

   "It's all right.  You don't have to say it." He raped him.

   "Uh uh uh uh uh!" I never saw, a grown man, cry like that before. 
"Would it, be all right.  If I smoke in the car?"

   "Huh!" Normally, no.  But I know full well how hard that was.  "Sure,
just roll down the window." I reached up, to slide the back one open too.

   "Huh!" She looked, up at him.

   "What is it?"

   She looked at me, then away.  Then down, she nodded, 'me too.' Into her
chest.  "Uh!"

   "It's all right," I rubbed her shoulder.  "Hold her.  Yeah, just hold
her, make her feel safe.  It's all right, just take your time, and let it
out."

   "Uh, I was in Jr.  High.  And.  hHhHhH?" She rubbed his arms.  This guy,
grabbed me.  And pushed me in the girls room.  There was nobody in there,
but." She closed her eyes, squeezed out tears.  I adjusted the mirror. 
"Huh!  There was no one in there, somebody came, while he.  He was."

   "Raping you." She nodded.  "I'm sorry." No other way to say it.

   "I felt so, helpless.  And dirty, he said, all these horrible things."

   "Such as?" She looked up, in the mirror.  "I know, it hurts, but it
helps.  You have to get past it, or you just keep reliving it, over, and
over."

   "He called me.  Huh!  Well, bitch, and slut, and whore."
Anger-retaliatory.  I nodded.  "Then, hHhHh!" She shivered.  "Someone came
in, and.  He," she felt up her chest, almost to her throat.  "He, choked
me. And, he whispered.  'if you make a sound,'." she took a moment, or
three, to sob.  "He said he'd.  Break my fucking neck."

   "So that why." She nodded.

   "What?  What is it?"

   "She don't.  She won't let me, fuck her, from behind." Her pigtails
shook.

   "Yes, however.  There's different ways to deal with, these kinds of
abuses.  While she avoids anything that reminds her of what happened.  Do
you flash back, Roque, when she fucks you?"

   "In the ass?" He nodded.

   "Yes, well, you may have stumbled on, a form of therapy.  Instead of
burying it, so your mind keeps running over it again and again.  It's
possible to learn to enjoy it.  Only under different circumstances, with
someone you love.  I.  Well, I guess to even the score.  I was molested, by
an older girl, when I was very young.  We went on a road trip, for summer
vacation, and I thought.  Well, she made a game out of it, but lately I've
been coming to terms with the fact that she molested me, and took advantage
of me.  Huh!  SNH!  Let me pull over a minute." I dropped it down to first,
and waited for a roadside hill.  With a shoulder.  Cut the engine.  Closed
my eyes, and just cried.  Quietly, but I wept.  "Huh, can you get me the
tissues, out of the glovebox?  SNH!  Thanks." Blew my nose.  "Huh!  She
told me, she had some, special toys.  She got them out, with some dirty
magazines, and.  She, showed me how to use them.  She didn't, rape me.  She
molested me, and told me I was pretty." Hh huh.  huh, huh!  "Hh, she, made
me touch her.  Too.  I was scared, and, confused, my parents didn't shelter
me, but.  When they told me, to be on the look out, for predators.  You
know, stranger danger?  Well, they talked about bad men.  That was the
stereotype back then, still is, a lot of people don't believe that girls,
can be like that.  So, SNH!  Huh!  In the interest of fairness, I should
warn you, that where we're going, the woman, and girls there, they can be
predatory likeat.  Sorry.  That way, and I have to confess.  So can I.  You
don't have anything to worry about, you're a big strong guy, but don't do
anything to set them off."

   "Like what?"

   "Just don't be, loud, or aggressive.  I know you're a football player,
but don't compete, in any way, with either of them.  Try not to say too
much, and I'll try to move things along so that the exposure is brief." I
hate to, but I have to say it, "And remember, never forget, no matter what
they look like.  They can kill us.  All of us, they'd probably never find
the bodies, we would just, dissappear.  Especially the little one, she Will
get in your head, don't drop your guard, don't let her stand behind you,
and try to move onto the scene as quickly as possible.  As soon as it's
over, I will get you out of there."

   "You make them sound like, some kinda, serial killer couple."

   "No," I shake my head.  They haven't killed anyone, yet, that I know of.
"Try to think of them as, sex-mafia.  They're the good guys, they're at the
front lines, fighting Rape Culture.  But to be honest, I don't know what
they're capable of, especially if they feel threatened.  So, try not to act
too threatening, intimidating, nor compete with them, in any way."

   "All right."

   "You too, Susan."

   "I won't, I promise."

   I fired it up, and took off.  At this point, running through the gears,
speeding wasn't a worry.  I wasn't in any hurry.

   "So, what do they do?"

   "They go after sex-criminals.  Child pornographers, sex slave
traffickers, rape gangs, and the sort.  Also, guys like your.  Well, your
abuser."

   "They make them dissappear?"

   "No, they, make them Suffer.  They torture them, but let them live with
it.  The rest of their lives, to relive the trauma, like their victims. 
But, they also help the victims, deal with our traumas."

   Elisa {Ffm Troi Toys Anal Ther.  At this, the narrator makes the
transition to adult.}

   The ladies were out playing in the yard.  And by playing, I mean
training.  And a demonstration, they don't have to tell them not to fuck
with them, if they Show Him.

   WHhwWH!  The little one spun, in a twirl of studded leather skirt,
flipping and twisting over the swinging blade like a gymnast.  Sped up
about 3 times.  hwWhw...  It swung back, stopped in mid-air, and lashed
out, straight over her shoulder as she stepped back.

   "What're they playing?"

   "They aren't."

   THOCK!  It sank into the end of a log, and Marie straightened up. 
Fixing up the strips of her skirt.  A couple got crossed and hung up with
the studs, showing a lot of thigh.  "Huh!" I set my chin on the back of my
hand.  "My ex, wasn't ment to be." Shake my head, still remembering that
one night, fondly.

   "Head on in, kids." They just kept practicing outside.

   "They'd need a small army to take them on, huh?"

   "No, a pretty big one.  With machineguns.  On helicopters." Probably the
best way to go, for a fair fight.  Here, on their land, with massive
casualties.  "And a bunch of medics." Either one is a holocaust, alone. 
Now there's 2 of them, and they have allies.

   "Whys the chain coppa?"

   "I believe it's lighter, and more flexible.  And it's not a chain. 
Porian rope-spear, that's woven, out of copper wire." And a heavy lead
weight on the other end to balance it.

   "Looks like shekud take yur head off, easy."

   "With a stab," I nodded.  "Head on up, she said we could use her
bedroom." She moved the side table, from the hall, and put on the vinyl
sheets.  "Easier to clean up," he shut his mouth, "Just sprays off." He
nodded.  Strap-on harness, and a decent selection of attachments.

   "Uh, you mind if we fuck first?  It helps him get in the mood."

   "Go right ahead.  I'm gonna shower, and change anyway." I went in
Marie's room, "Snhhh!" Took a deep breath, but the windows were open.  All
of the windows, nice fall day.  "Smart."

   PWH!  I relaxed my shoulders.  She broke the sound barrier, must have
gotten out the whip.  Look out, "Yup," the copper one.  Bronze Morion
helmet.  Twilp, PWH!  whwhwhw...

   "Huh!" set out the corset, and my Boots.  Felt down the calf skin,
better get cleaned up.  Before, you know, we get down, and dirty.  Don't
touch myself in there, "Save it," patience, "Discipline."

   "Auh, ah ah hUH!" Peek out, looks like they're down to wrestling, or
throwing eachother around.  Marie flips back, twirling like a spinng top,
lands it, but is going down, into a knee, back step, side rolling before
Morion's knee-plate hits the dirt where she was.  "HRAUGH!" Twists out of
it to swing a heel, nowhere near.

   "YeAh, huh, ahYEAH!"

   And, sure enough, they're going at it.  Hammer and tongs.

   PlaPlaPlap!

   Queen's position, I lean over, behind her.  "Want to work on some
therapy?"

   "Neah!' she nods, pigtails already shaking, one flops over her soulder.

   "Slow down, good."

   "HhuhH!" She shudders.

   "Yeah, nice, and slow, loving.  Now, try taking his hand, from your
chest, and holding it up to your neck." She stops, looks over, scares.

   "Uh?"

   "Gently, he's not going to hurt you.  He loves you, and he wants you to
stop, reliving it."

   "Yeah."

   "Don't, let her do it.  Don't even touch her, yeah.  Feel that?"

   "Hhuhh!" Her shoulders relaxed, and her head started to fall back.  I
caught it, held it.  They were completely still.  "HhHH?"

   "Just rub it, gently.  Feel how hot her neck is?  How turned on she is,
how much she loves you?"

   'yeah, i love you too, Susan.  you know that, I never do nothin to harm
you.'

   "HhhH!" her hands shook, but she slowly mover her other hand, up, from
the chest.

   "Yeah, just rub, her shoulders too.  Gently.

   "Huhn?" Her eyes clenched out tears.  "Hhuhh!"

   He just watched, her relaxing.  I waved, pointed.  He nodded.  She was
orgasming.

   "HhH!" She shivered.  I wound my fingers, over by her shoulder, and he
kept rubbing.  Gently, lovingly, big strong dark hands.

   "Hm," I don't want to distract them, put I touched her back.  "Hold
her." Gently guided her down.  To his chest, "Let go, and just hold her."

   "Smq!" he kissed her, head all on her own.  She seemed to wake up,
blinking dreamily, looked up sideways, and kissed him back.

   "Hihn!"

   I imagine, that's how they found eachother.  Subconsciously, well no
black girls for him to date, but picked up on their shared, painful
experiences.  Having both been raped, from behind.

   "Hmh!" He swallowed, and she let him breathe.  Cumming, she watched,
leting him breathe, the love visible in her eyes.

   "Hihn!" I shook my head, "Sorry." This was their moment, and I ruined
it.

   "No," she got up, "Thank you." Put her hands on my arms, and kissed me.
Real quick, but on the lips.  "Huh!" She rolled her eyes, "That was,"
thought, then looked down, grinning dreamily, "That was so magical." She
kissed me again, again just a peck on the lips, but I had to look away. 
"Wow!" she held out my arms, "Where did you get this?"

   "You like it?"

   She nodded, "It's fantastic!"

   "Corset is," I snorted, "Now, you think you're about ready to strap in?"

   "Yeah," he grabbed his knees, and pick them up.
,:)

   "It's okay," she petted my arm, turning to the side table.

   "Hh!" I blinked.  He slipped the rubber off, pinched at the bottom. 
"Here," I took it to the wastebasket, empty, fresh liner.

   "Here," she held a dild over her shoulder, "You want to get him loosened
up?"

   "Sure," he shaved it.  I'm pretty sure, he was hairy, all over his
drooping privates, but down his crack, ""Hm," swallow, "Hand me the lube?"
A little drool.  "Huh!  Okay, well," probably shouldn't have thought about
it so much, like I could help it, "You prefer this, position?"

   That, and up in the Pike position, holding his legs up, just like my
first time, with Aunti Christa.  My first time in Her dungeon.  Blink and
shake my head, to snap back to the present.  "aHm!" Swallow.  Look at my
nails, test them on my chest, rela quick, scrap a sharp flake off on my
incisor.  "And a glove," back over my shoulder.  "Relax," I rubbed his
thighs, and he raised his head, to nod.

   All right, it's beautiful.  I never EvEr thought I'd say that about a
man's ass, but, "Huh!" Butt.  Grin self consciously.  "SNH!" God, I must be
drenched!

   "Here," I turned.

   "Hang on," I stopped her hip.  "Sorry, but I have to adjust it."

   "Oh," she rubbed my arm, "It's okay." I looked up her tight midriff, not
a cheerleader, but built like one.  The bright flush spreading up her
shest, cute pert little breasts, "You can touch me all you want." She
nodded, and felt my neck.  "I can't thank you enough," she leaned down,
eyes closed, so I kissed her.

   "SNHHH!" Definitely drenched, probably gonna start dripping soon, so
better get it over the bed.

   "Mh?" she relaced, so I rubbed her breast, cupped it, and felt her erect
nipple in my palm.  "Hm," she bit her lip.  "Hm, I'm not," she looked away,
"Gay.  I just.  Huh!" She rolled her eyes, "You know Mikah?"

   "Heard about that, huh?" I nodded, "Yeah, it's not gay, unless you're
gay.  But this is intense, and what you just went through, extremely
intense."

   "Yeah!" she nodded, cutely.  Normally, I don't do cute, but when it's
got a cute little, fuscia ribbed taper starpped on in front, I gabe it a
nice swat to bounce it on her pubes.  Neatly trimmed pubes, like a spade
pointed down, but running up toward her navel in a tang.  I saw it, before
she strapped in, but ran my thumb up the top, and gave her little @ a nice
swirl.  Dry, she didn't giggle like pop 'n fresh.

   "Hh," Oh!  "I'm, all for it, but.  I thought we're her for me," He
grinned, "For some reason."

   .I shook my head, "Yeah," started peeling open the glove, working my
fingers in.  "Go ahead and get him buttered up," I rubbed his, "Sweet
cheeks." Bent, and gave him a nice little peck on his pucker.  "SmP*!"

   "Huh!" it kissed back.  "Let me put this pillow under," I pulled his leg
back, "Here," then the other to wiggle it in place.  He looked, sideways,
right between my legs.

   "KenI kiss you back?" Look up, Suze nodded.

   "Oh yeah," throw my leg over, grab the other pillow, "Here," help him
lift his head, "Get comftrh?  Hm!" Scooch around a little, but he reached
up for a couple nice big strong rough handulls of ass.  And scooted me up.
"Ooh!" And goosed me with his tongue.  "Hhm!" I relaxed, let the muscle
unclench, and I noticed.  Black people lips.  Nice fat warm soft black
people lips.  "Smoq, mwq!  Ll,"

   "Huh!" Rock back to give him a taste of my lust.  Kind of a flattened
nose, round, nice soft foamy hair, on top.  Shaved up the back, and sides,
but a little stubbly in my fingers.  "Hm, yeah!" Digging deep, "YeahHhH!"

   He pulled back, "Huh!  hhHIH!" Went back for more.

   "OhH!" rub his head around, so he mouveed around, tounging counter, to
screw it around in my dripping snatch.  Licking his lips for more kissing,
and sucking, but at my opening, and his lips, made for a nice tight seal.
"HUH!" It, queefed?  Like a pussy fart, but wetter.  Or one of those farts
that leaves a spot in your panties, so I lipped up.  "Yeah," such the shit
out of my ass.  He got it nice and wet first.

   He.

   Sucked me like a Lesbian.  Only a couple really, experienced girls to
compare it too, but really, Really experienced ladies, you have no idea. 
"OhhHH!"

   "Yeah!" Behind me, I shook my head, "Uh!" Got off, or damned near, but
just turned around to see "How you doing back there?"

   SlqPiS!  It crackled, between her pinkies, gloved and lubed, sining
back, and forth, in and out of him.

   "Auhhhh!" He moaned.

   But, "Huh!" I climbed off.  Patience.  Discipline.  Save it.  He licked
his lips, I mean all over his lips, the tip of his tongue brushed the
bottom of his nose, I swear.  it ain't just down there, he's well endowed.

   My second dick, and even soft, he was bigger than Mikas, with the tip
trimmed, and I bent over, beside him.  "SLP?" Lay my ear on his tummy,
"Hmn."

   "Yeah," he rubbed my hair.  I could taste her, on him.  "Snh!" First, I
knew I'd be down on her, but soon.  Patience, discipline.  "Smp!  Too nice
a job to rush!" She giggled, nodded.

   Little nell, I pinched him, and pulled him back up to my lips.  "Hn!"
Closed my eyes, and just suckled a little while.

   So, I'm not gay.  A lesbian, sure.  I'll answer to it, but I don't care.
Honestly, I was a sexist, but, there are exceptions.  Any man who can eat
me out, like that, in high school, is an exception.  "Hmm!"

   "Yeahhh..." He just, kind of trailed off.  And started swelling, or I
became aware of it.  My second dick, in my mouth.  He wasn't thicker it
turned out.  Just a bit longer, and, I turned to take a deep breath of his
pubes.  "Snhhhhh!" Pulled some out with my lips, and swirled them around.
Weirdly, they're actually looser, curled than his head.  Like, the opposite
of the D'pori.  But they curled back, wetly, and I slid my head up.  Just
to feel the warm wet heavy length on my face.

   ."Hh," cock.  "Cock, such a nice, fucking cock."

   "Mhm!" She nodded.  And balls, I felt them, and he moaned.  Under my
ear, but that gave me something to pull him up, and close my eyes.  Let it
fall, slap my cheek like a timber.  "Hmh!" I never, even thought about. 
"Cock," I kissed it, under it, and just let it slide, back and forth,
sideways through my mouth.  "Mmmmh!" it was, delicious.  "Hhuh!"

   He felt under, my bellt, and his fingertips just brushed through my
pubes.  I had to get use to them.  "HhuhH!" Gasp, and joust shake my head,
his cock back and fort, wetly all over my cheek.  He dug in, so my tight
curls rolled, then his fingertips sliped.  "Huh!" Close my eyes, nodding.
"Hm, mhm!" He fingered me, gently, just rubbing my clit hood around, and
round with 2 fingertips, again, like a lesbian.  Like he had, any ide what
that felt like.  "Yeah, wonderful." That's what it felt like.  I slipped my
hair back, then his cock back in my mouth to suck it, and pet my fingers
back and forth.  From my lips to his balls.

   It was silly of me, really.  He's not that kind of man.

   "Uh!" I blinked, "My hand's getting tired,"

   "Uh!" He spasmed when she pulled out, twitching in my mouth.  I checked
the tip, with my tongue, but.  "Yeah," I knew, I wanted his cum tonight,
too.

   ;

   Ruth {Reverie}

   "You know, I hated that name, growing up?" She shook her head, across
his chest.  "Thought it sounded like a boy name," I laughed at myself, "Had
to be about 6." Search me why that came to mind.  Just, becoming able to
speak again.

   "Hh!" we just lay back.  Roque between us, gently feeling each other. 
It was, the most gentle experience of my life.  We made love, or they did.
I was there to share it, once, but.

   {Nine inch Nails - Something I can Never Have (Pretty Hate Machine.)}

   "Hh," it's their love, not mine.

   "Yeah," she didn't giggle, I don't think.  It was like, a breathless
flutter.  'h h h h h!' "I'm so straight."

   "Hh, yeah.  I'm a big ole dyke."

   She rubbed my arm.  "I love your arms.  You know, you're not.  Like, any
other girl."

   "And Roque," I turned up, to kiss him.  "You, would make, one damn fine
lesbian."

   "Yeah, I love his mouth." I shuddered a little, just remembering.

   "Well," he slipped his fingers between mine, and bushed them through his
pubes.  "I love her hands."

   "Yeah, you really have, magical hands."

   "Yeah?" I held one up, looked at the spongey sex bloated tips.  In the
afternoon light, the ladies went off.  Christi, she never leaves.  People,
why the house is still opened up, and breeses gust through to carry out the
stink of our sex.  "Hm?"

   "Yeh, she right." He looks up, thoughtfully and purses his lips.  Espa,
they point like that up there.  "Is like, strong as a man, but soft an
gentle as a girl.  Hih, and you feel.  ?" He just shakes his head.

   "Words fail, at some point." Why you don't get the whole blow-by-blow, I
stopped thinking, and just felt, through most of it.  He's right, most
people think in images, some in words.  I feel, with my hands.

   "And her mouth," she nodded, "Too."

   But one of the nice things about a strapon is you can switch out. 
Double penetration, all around, with the exception of Roque being inside
out.

   And yeah, dat cock.  Inside me, up my ass once she loosened up.

   "I love this," I gave it a gentle pet.  "Hh," just closed my eyes, and
felt another moment.

   .

   .

   {A Warm Place (The Downward Spiral)}

   "Hhuhh!"

   He laughed, under my ear.  "Shakeit all yo want, it ain't wakin up." I
nodded, felt back up his rippling midriff, and took the scenic route.

   "Hh," I know, "Finally meandered to his chest, the nice firm thick shelf
ov muscle, like the one pillowed under my ear.  Felt the nipple, harden. 
Just let it slip between my fingertips.  Twirled it, and the hairs around
it.  "Fucked out, anyway." I giggled, "That otta hold me, a couple months!"
I laughed.

   "Hm!" She felt my arm.

   "The ladys, they said you could keep it.  The harness, take your pick if
you don't have anything to fit it." I hugged his arm, to my chest.  Not
even sexy, I didn't get, excited.  The whole time.  it wasn't even, like.
Fucking really.  We made love, "That was lovely."

   "Hh, yearh!" She yawned.

   "Gwd ideah!" I yawned, and we drifted off, to sleep, together.  He
snored, under my ear, and I have to admit, a little jealousy later.  I
don't really like, Susan all that much.  She's a little squeeky, and ditzy,
and funny!  She's fun to be around, don't get me wrong, but in small doses.
But she managed to find a great guy.  And for a little while, a moment, I
had some idea what that felt like.

   "Hhhhh."

   I had dreams, and memories, though.  To last a lifetime.  Him on the
bottom, slipping in behind her.  First anal, from behind, but.  She could
feel me, my body.  My breasts in her scapulae.  And his love, telling her
it was all right.  All good.  "All love."

   Yeah, if I had to pick a best part.  Him feeling around, up my sides,
hently down my triceps, strong rough fingertips on the outside, then on my
forarms.  Bringing them up to her chest, then feeling for her neck.  Her
picgtails, wrecked by that point, but his fingers.  Feeling her hot neck.
Kiss her hairline, but not gripping, choking.  Just pushing her back onto
him.  And me.

   .
   ,