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 Simon {fb Femdom Anal}

   I guess it was always a matter of time, and secretly a part of me wanted
to get caught.  But, she wasn't supposed to come in my room, either.  It
fell out, so I stood up, on my knees, on the bed.

   "Ew!" she slammed the door, "What the fuck are you doing?" she snatched
the toy from the bed, "With this?" She pulled the rubber off, and threw it
at me, to stick on my side.

   "Uh!" I didn't know what to do, there was nothing to say, so I hung my
head.

   "And take off my underwear!" she slapped my ass, so I lay down, and
obediently pushed them down my legs.  "You ruined them!" She shoved them in
my face, and smacked my bottom again, but all I could do was turn away. 
She spanked me, and told me to stay out of her stuff.

   I started crying, so she helped me up, and held me on the bed.  She said
she was "Sorry, but you made me so mad!" I just sobbed, but she hugged me
until I could stop.  "Huh!" she got up, "Put some clothes on." She left me,
but when I came back from the shower, the toy, and the panties were still
on my bed.

   She left me a magazine too.  Femdom, now I'm not new to porn, how I
learned what toys were for, and discovered my favorite part of my body. 
Back then, the only thing that felt good in my life was my bottom, thank
goodness she didn't take the toy away.  I thanked her, but she shrugged. 
Said that it was like the panties, she didn't want them anymore, knowing
where it had been.

   I used rubbers!  "Huh!" she patted the couch beside her.  "You wanna
watch a movie?" I nodded, but she just picked up the remote.  "I have this
friend, you should probably meet." It was a dungeon, but all the porn like
that I'd seen was Lesdom.

   "They're grownup," yeah, but a man, and a woman.  She was smacking him,
and had him by the balls.  His peter twisted, and hung limply, but her
nails dug in hard.  Long, red, and shiny, like sharpened drops of blood, he
winced, and smiled at the same time, until she bit his lip.  "Hn!"

   "Wipe that smile off your face!" she slapped him again.

   "Yes mistress!" His head hanged, but "Thank you mistress," he was so
hard!

   They didn't say anything while she put a hood over his head, and zipped
it up over his chin.

   "You're twelve now," she picked up an emery board, and crossed her leg
over my lap.  "Right?"

   "Mhm?"

   "Well," she blew one off, "I guess that's old enough to learn."

   She tested the edge on her stocking.  Panty hose, really.  Her skirt
draped over her underpants, but her legs, "Sit on your hands!"

   "Yes, sister." I wanted to touch her leg, but knew it was wrong.

   "That's good," she pinched my cheeks between my teeth.  "So, did you
like getting spanked?" She pushed my face away, and I tensed for another
slap that never came.

   I nodded, "Yes sister," she's always been bossy.  I'm actually a couple
years older, but when mom's not home, she takes charge.  Which is fine, I
don't want to run everything.  It's not in me.

   "Why?"

   "Uh," I blushed in shame, "I don't know," but my bottom felt so hot, and
my head filled with dreamy satisfaction, "Huh!  It never, you don't hurt
me?" It felt good, search me why.

   "You like boys, Simon?" She whispered in my ear, `you wanna get fucked,
like that?' On the screen, She had him tied down, but she brought her
boyfriend in, to fuck her.  Right in front of him, but he kept his head
down, and couldn't touch his raging hardon.  She pulled him up by the ring
on the back of the hood, zipped open his mouth, and shoved it in her ass.

   "You know her?" She looked incredible, in all that tight shiny black,
and red pantyhose.  Ripped open roughly to bend over him.  Fuck right in
his face, literally.

   "Like I said," she scratched me through my shirt.  "She's a friend of
mine, but probably outta your league.  You want a Mistress, then?" I
nodded, "Huh!  The problem with being a subbie is finding someone to Top
you." I nodded, remember that.  "But maybe I know someone," she turned me,
gently slapped me, "Closer to your age..."

   Liggett {Fb Domm NS}

   "You're not listening!" I pushed him down, "I'm the momma, and that
means I have to Punish you!" He tried to get up, which means I barely had
to lean down, to smack his butt, "Bad little boys, when you're bad."

   "Hey,"

   "WHAT!?" I whirled around.

   "Vicky, right?"

   "My name," little shrimp, he backed up, but I followed, standing over
him.  "Is Victoria." I pushed him back in the corner, "What d'you Want?"
Again.

   "Uh," he looked down, "I heard you fight boys, I mean.  You hurt them,"
looked up, "Beat `em up?"

   "You wanna fight?" He shook his head.  "What're you gonna do," held his
shoulders, "PUSsy!?" Right in the nuts.

   "Uh!" He went down, doubled over.  "Huh!  Whatever you want."

   "What?"

   "You can hurt me all you want, I'll do whatever you say," He looked up,
"Mistress."

   I nodded.  "Kiss my feet?" I wiggled my toes in the sandals, and he
crawled around.  But I permitted him to cradle one, balanced on the other
as he held it up, and gently kissed the toes.  "Get down," I pushed his
shoulder, "And crawl.  No," push him down, "on your belly, you worm." I
stood on his back.

   "Yes mistress," he groveled, "Thank you, mistress."

   "Come on," I grabbed his hair, and helped him up.  "Have you been
training?" He shook his head, "Where did you learn all this?" He looked
maybe about 10.

   "My sister," he does look a little familiar, "Martha?"

   Right, "Uh," vaguely remember, "Simon?" He nodded.  "Well!" I guess I
didn't notice, he was always so quiet in the background.  Honestly, I had
no idea what to look for, in a slave.  Just always wanted one of my own.

   He nodded, "She showed me one of your movies." That explains it, I know
Martha from the, well I guess circle-jerk is a misnomer, but we shared
porn. A lot of girls at school do.  It's a small town out in the cuntrey,
but I've got the best Bondage stuff.

   "Well," he followed me home, "I don't make the movies, they're my
parents'." rather good instructional videos, though.  I must say.  "Huh! 
My dad is a businessman."

   "He runs the cable company."

   "Yes, he's responsible for upgrading the town, but Mother works for
Ma-Bell."

   "Uhuh?  She's really dominant."

   "In the movies," I shook my head, "Dad still wears the pants in the
family, but when they play;" mom wears the strapon.  "You gay at all?"

   "No," he shook his head, "I mean i'm a bottom, but i don't wanna man to
Top me."

   "You mean submissive."

   "And anal.  Huh!" He shrugged, "my," he looked down, blushing, "Peter
don't, work very good yet."

   "Any hair on it?"

   He shook his head, "But i always liked, playing with my ass.  As long as
i remember, even potty-training."

   "How'd that go?"

   "Well, it was dirty, but.  Huh!  i tried to clean it, really good,
because momma doesn't love dirty little boys." Yeah, well their mother
really just loves her daughters, in delightfully sick ways.

   "Inside too?" He nodded.

   "Well, I scrubbed it on the outside."

   "With a brush?"

   "My toothbrush." Sick little fucker!  "And she has these, dooshes?"

   "She spank you?"

   "No," he shook his head, "But when she's mad, she slaps me."

   "Mine neither," I shrugged, "Since they're sadomasochists, I guess it'd
be too incestuous."

   "Yeah," he nodded, "i wish she'd spank me, but Martha does."

   "You two," I like sick, but even I have standards, and Incest is one of
them.

   "No," he shook his head, "We play, but we don't have sex.  i'm sorry,
but that's why she told me about you."

   "What about me?" I should be mad, but I guess it got me my first real
sub.

   "Well, i knew You like beating up boys, and You tie up Your brother. 
But i didn't know You were into real Femdom, or had a dungeon at home."

   "Again," I shook my head, "It's my folks' dungeon, but I might be able
to use it," same as copying their tapes, "If they leave us alone." He just
smiled, and nodded.  "Looks like they're home," up the street, "So, play it
straight in front of them, they don't know I'm getting into sex," or I know
about their secret room, but I found that when I was like 6.

   "How old are you?"

   "That's Rude!" I slapped his ass.

   "I'm sorry, mistress."

   "Good," they must have been practicing, even if he's a natural, he knows
his place, and doesn't even think about it.  "I'm eleven," just so you
know.

   Simon {Gb Gdom Pant Feti.}

   Her mom is, well I expected her to be taller, or skinnier.  Her dad, I
don't know what I was expecting.  They all wore masks in the movie, but he
looked a little older.  Had a beard now, but just around his mouth, and
chin.  I guess that would get caught in the zipper?

   But, they said hi, knew my sister, and left us alone.  Big house, if not
the biggest in town, then second only to the mayor's.  Everyone had there
own room, they had one just for games over the garage, and just a
brother/sister.

   And her room was princessville.  "What's with," I looked around, "All
the?"

   "Huh!" she rolls her eyes, "My parents think I'm, someone else," shrugs,
"I guess.  I don't buy, any of this shit, but my family is all about
appearances." Looking around you wouldn't guess there's apparently a
dungeon somewhere downstairs.

   He might run for Mayor.  Wife too, they moved here, organized and funded
high speed internet, and modern mobile phone service for the entire valley.
And made a fortune off it, but thanks to them, all their friends have
high-speed, and phones now.  This isn't California, kind of a big deal, the
Power couple in town, or actually quite a ways out of it.  Still walked
everywhere, that kind of town, and we're kids.

   She locked the door.  "Take off your clothes."

   "All right."

   "Let's see what you got." Her room is bigger than our whole living room,
and dining room, if you don't count the vaulted ceiling.  4 poster bed,
with canopy, and matching Wardrobe, she leaned up against, and just looked.
"Still very much a little boy," she rubbed her pinky nail, back and forth
under her chin.  "Nice underwear."

   They don't fit, "Thanks."

   "Huh!" she stood up, "You like panties?"

   I slipped them down, nodded.  She looked back in the mirror, in the door
of the wardrobe.

   "How about skirts?" she looked back, over her shoulder, down, and back
up.  "Puny little wiener," I didn't know whether to cover up, so I just
shook my hands at my sides, and blushed.  "It get bigger when it's hard?"

   "I don't know." I looked down.

   "Awe," she grinned in the mirror, "Can't get it up yet?"

   I shook my head, "Sometimes, when I wake up."

   "Do you touch it?" I shook my head, "Really!?" I nodded.  "Why not?"

   I shrugged, "I'm a bottom.  I mean, yeah I wash it, and hold it to pee,
but;"

   "Turn around," I did, "Well, you do have a cute little bubblebutt." She
rubbed it.  Over the crack but between my cheeks.  "Spread'em!" I did, and
she goosed me.  Rolled my balls forward, then back.  "You wanna spanking?"

   My buttocks clenched, but she held back.  "Hh, yes mistress!" I held my
breath.

   "No," she laughed, "You'd enjoy that too much.  Go to my closet, and
pull out the stack of bins in the corner." Like dark hot pink plastic bins.
"We're gonna play dressup, see what fits you." My bed would fit in her
closet.  Even with the bins, clothes, and dresser in there.

   Handmedowns?  Looked like, too small for her at least, and she doesn't
have a little sister.  I held up some panties, delighted.  Giggled a
little. "AH!" she hit me with a belt!  "Nhm?" I held my mouth, but couldn't
help starting to cry.

   "Oh," she held me, "Too hard?" Led me back to the bed.  "Here, lie down.
Let me make it up to you." She kissed me!  "I'm sorry, we have to test
limits, and there's no way to tell how far you can go.  You don't like
pain?"

   I nodded, "That just hurt too much." She kissed my eyes, and licked her
lips.

   "You like my panties?" She took my hand, I closed my eyes.  Bit my lips,
and nodded.  "On me?" She rubbed them with my fingers.

   "Mhm?"

   "Good, you wanna get them warmed up?" I nodded.  She got up, with her
feet over my shoulders, and I looked up.  Under her skirt, they were just
plain, white cotton panties, but she held my head.  Just my forehead, but
down, deep into the soft mattress, and covers.

   "Hhhhh!" My breath felt hot under the skirt, and I could smell her.  No
perfume, or even soap smell, I have no idea what she washes her clothes
with, but at first she just brushed my nose with them.

   "Mm." she brushed back down it, then I felt her.  Soft flesh under it,
but she rubbed it hard, and I was just in heaven.  Totally gone, unable to
even think about how lucky I had to be to get this kind of attention from
such a beautiful, older powerful girl, what I could possibly have done to
deserve this.

   And it wasn't torture, I didn't think there was an opposite, but then I
realized it had to be.  This, this is my sexuality, and all the horror I
had to live through to get this far was so worth it.

   "Hh!" she threw her leg over, and sat down sideways.  Slipping them
down, she held them up, to my face, to "Smell them." Then she put them on,
like a mask with the crotch over my nose, and climbed back on over my face.
"Hhhhh!" She rubbed her fingers over it, I didn't even get a good look, but
I could see through the leg-holes that the middle finger was deeper. 
"HhhHHH!"

   Her hips went back, and she slapped it, but she held my head again, so I
couldn't even look down, and see it.  Then, "Mmhh!" Her panties mashed into
my face.

   "Eat it!" I couldn't even taste her, but she shook my head, and ground
it in so hard it hurt my nose.  I could see her pubes, but I just had to
reach up, and push her off.  "Uh!  what?"

   She squatted over my arms, and looked down, her face shadowed by her
hair.  "Sorry, too far?" I looked down, hard as I've ever been, and her
eyes followed mine.  She grinned, winked, and sat on it.  She was so wet, I
could feel it.  Slipping back so my little peter got slicker, and I could
feel her grunt.  "Mh!?  She licked her lips, and ground on it harder. 
Holding my wrists up by my shoulders, I looked down at her chest.

   Sweater vest, just like a 3 button polo shirt under it, no tie, but all
she took off was her panties.  I closed my eyes, and just took a deep
breath through my nose.  She rubbed harder, and faster, until she moaned.
Loud, right in my face, but she slowed down, and rubbed it so gently she
was barely brushing me with her moist lips, and shaking.  "HhHuhuh uh huH!"
she fell over on the empty side.

   She has a Queen sized bed, of course.

   I don't get off, I don't have to.  I was satisfied, so I just pulled her
panties off, and curled up at her side.  She put her arm under my neck, and
kissed the side of my forehead.

   "Was that okay?" She dried herself with her underwear.

   "Yeah," she rubbed my shoulder, "That was great." I got dressed, while
she went down to smoke a cigarette.  I got to keep her panties, and take
them home with me.  They were downright filthy, they stank for days, but
when they got stale, I took them back, and she dirtied up another pair for
me.

   Liggett {DG Poss.}

   "Huh!" Another Dom-mom, but too implicit about it?  Okay, if she tied
up, and pegged her husband {More than that one time.  That's not my mom in
that video, it's a momento of when they came over, and borrowed the
dungeon, and dad helped.}

   So, I watched it again, while Dad took him home.  I wish I knew the
story behind it, but {Well, actually they're a breeding experiment to test
instinctual sexual aberrations like homosexuality-through-transgender,
which is why I don't have any Genophages at this point.  It could
contaminate the family, which only reinforces through mother-daughter
incest, and marries men to prevent inbreeding.} cute couple.  I think his
dad was getting over his anal phobia, my dad took it like a champ.

   But that's what it's about, inhibitions and other limits are things to
be tested, especially when your turn-ons are things people tend to feel
negatively about.  Like pain, shame, or disgust, they got it up because
it's homosexual, and they aren't.  Either of them, both straight, but
that's part of the point.  Like panties on a transvestite, he doesn't want
to be a woman, nor even hide his cock.  It feels sick with them pulled
tight over the hardness.

   When you've got more than a couple inches.  A year older than me, not a
drop of testosterone, and he needs a sandwitch.  Cute little bubblebutt,
though.  INS how much bodyfat he has, but I bet it's all around in there.
He's a bottom though.  Totally, unrepentantly, discovered anal pleasure in
a good way, and I can't figure out why.

   Okay, dom-mom, and bossy kid sister into kinky porn and exhibitionistic
mastrubation with/in front of kids.  Well, other kids, but I know for a
fact her mom is a child molester.  That's why she tries to hide it, whereas
my mom is a ballbusting bitch in a business suit, or a pleather cupless
bodice, and crotchless panties.  It's just since we moved here for the
joint company project to bring the digital age to hicksville, not much
going for them around here.  Except for some kinky swinger curious
semi-ruralites, and the psycho-scientific experimentation going on in their
midst.

   ;

   Martha {GGb Voye Ince Femdom.}

   So, she came over to hang out.  Not around the house, but you know, I
never really thought about him sexually?  I thought maybe gay, or whatever,
but it never entered my mind, much less he's a straight bottom.  How does
that, even?

   So, I asked them about it, and she told me it'd be "a lot easier to show
then tell." So, we found a place, or we know one.  Mom's home, she's always
home, she's a stay-at-home-mom, and sex in our family is private.  Besides,
I just don't want her to know, she'd probably micro-manage it.

   "Why do your folks do Tapes, anyway?"

   "Security?" she shrugged, "Family secrets, they know better then anyone
in town, and magnetic tapes can't be hacked."

   So, she bent him over, pulled his pants down to his knees, and smacked
his bottom.  It wasn't like spanking, I mean she had plenty to say about
what a bad little boy he is, but I could tell it wasn't for pain, but to
turn him on.  "Oh!" he moaned, "Yes, mistress!" I need to get a boyfriend
like that.  I grinned, and sat back.  Undid my pants, and got my hands in
there.

   Ooh, she dressed up!  She dresses modest, in public.  Longer skirt then
usual, white stockings, but it turned out they made a garter-belt for her
skinny hips, matching panties, and training bra, all in white.  "Hm!" I was
expecting, IDK, latex, maybe pink?

   And pantieface.  {I'm gonna have to give this one to Mason Williams.} He
panted, I almost wanted to get out a notebook, but I found out mine kept
getting stretched out because he never pulled them up, just wore them on
his legs.  I found him a pair, still a little loose, but fit around the
waist, and made him go talk to Her.  But he's shy, and quiet, I hear it
turned out all right.

   So, surprise is the trick, I think.  If you just fapfapfap away, he
anticipates it, but she waits for him to relax, rubs it in, and gooses down
to feel his privates.  Through jeans, she reaches down, unbuckles his belt,
and pulls it out.  "Ready?"

   He just closed his eyes, let his head hang, then nodded.

   Wow, I really need to get a boyfriend like that!  "Uh!" He winces, and
his chin pulled the panties tight over his mouth.  "Yesmistress, thank you
mistress."

   "Well," she rubbed it, "I guess you've been good enough." She pushed his
pants down, over his butt, but didn't hit him again.  Instead, she held it
under his neck.  Pushed his chin up, and held the doubled edge under his
jaw.  He was shuddering, but stood up on his knees, as far apart as his
open pants would allow, and she gave him another swat.

   "Huh!" it swung limply in front of him.  Well, maybe a man, who can get
it up.  And circumcised, ew.

   She tied the belt around his arms, just tucked in the end, and he bent
over again.  She held the belt, behind him so his head had to turn,
sideways so his face wasn't on the cement ground.  She kissed his ass.  At
first, just on top, where his bony back disappeared in between the cheeks,
but then she ran her nose down.

   Kind of a big nose, or long, and thin.  Doesn't look that big from the
front, but "HhuhHhHuhH!" The bottom of the panties puffed out over his
mouth.  I remember her nose, slipping up and down my lips with her tongue
driven into my hymen.  And licking my asshole, wish I had a camera, but
that would be childporn, which is bad, Mmmm'kay?  Not to mention evidence,
which is not that great in case of he said/she said involving underage
bondage, and anal penetration.

   She used her thumbs, both of them, and spread him wide open until he
gaped.  Eventually, it took a long time for her to just work her pinky in,
but I came around to watch the whole thing.  It was fascinating, and she
really knew what she was doing.  I even let out a "Wow."

   "Huh!?" she grinned back, and winked.  Maybe when I get home, she didn't
even use toys.  Or anything we couldn't bring home from school, right off
the bus.  I'm not gay, (She's the one that helped me confirm it) or a
bottom, but I must say I was a little tempted.  I can't say I have ever
felt anything as much as he obviously enjoyed it.  He drooled so much it
soaked through the cotton.  Not really that much, I guess, but still.

   "Huh!" I hope I'll ever learn to be a girlfriend like that.

   Eddy {FB Femdom.}

   "Hey, eggy." My sister's friend, "I'm Martha."

   I know, she came over with her brother, to spend the night.  Mom and dad
were already downstairs.

   "Well, your big sister's playing with my little brother, so." She was so
tall, she just rubbed my tummy through my shirt, then leaned down, and
kissed me.  And felt the front of my pants,

   "Uh!"

   She bit her lip, and I looked around, "You wanna go play in your room?"
I nodded, and she took me by the hand.  "You play this with your mom, or
your sister?"

   "Ginny," I looked down, "She just beats me up," and spanks me, and ties
me up, and kicks my balls.

   "What about your mom?" She rubs my pants more, but in the corner, behind
the door.

   I shook my head.  "Uh?" But my underpants felt so rough, in her hand,
and I hunched when she rubbed it on the end, hard.

   "So, you're still a virgin?" She smiled, and kissed me again.  I shook
my head.  "Then who do you play sex with, other boys?" she felt my butt,
"Are you gay, Eggy?" I shook my head, but I'm not supposed to tell.  She
squeezed me through my pants.  "You getting blueballs yet?" She rubbed them
softly, but I felt them roll around in my undies.

   "HhHhH!"

   "Tell me,"

   "Nh!" She started squeezing them, "Nhhhhm!" Some tears broke out, and
rolled down.

   "Your crying, like a crybaby." She slapped me, not hard, but it woke me
up?  "You want something to cry about?" I jumped, but she just rubbed my
butt, where she hit it.

   "Nno."

   "Theen teell mee!" She kind of sang.

   "Ngh!" some snot blew out on my lip.  "My aunt." She relaxed, so I could
pant a minute.

   "She touch you," I nodded, "Tye you down?" I nodded down, and she
whispered in my ear, `fuck, you?'

   "Yes," My ears burned too.  "But then we moved away."

   "So you got nobody to play with," she pouted, "You want me to fuck you?"
She stepped back, and I looked up.  Close my eyes, and let my head down,
but I nodded a little.  "Say it!" She grabbed my face, and pushed my head
back in the corner.  "I want you to beg."

   "Pwease," she let my mouth go.

   "Please what?"

   I was so ashamed, `Please, I want you to.'

   "What?"

   I couldn't say it, then "Fuck me." I could!  "Please fuck my ass, I want
you too."

   "Well," she picked up her giant purse, "Luckily I happened to bring some
toys." My mouth fell open, when I saw it.  "What's wrong?" She ran it down
the side of my neck, "Too big for your little boy-butt?" I nodded, I mean,
I never.  Even seen anything that big.  "Well," she pulled me out by the
hand, "Well have to work you up to it."

   ;) She winked.  "Ah!" And hit my butt hard.

   "Let's get you warmed up, first." She bent me over.  "Grab your Ankles!"


   With the, big floppy toy.  It wasn't like a smack, but it felt rounder,
and heavier, and "Ah!" Thumpy?  It was like a thud, a beating, like a soft
floppy bat.  "Nh!" She pulled my pants out, her fingers in the back of my
underwear, then I felt it.  Big, and dry, and squishy, but she spilt my
butt apart, and wiggled it down my pants, hard.

   "Yeah," I squirmed.

   "Nh!" she slapped it in, "Huh!" My knees started shaking hard, so she
pushed me around, and my head settled on my bed.

   "I'm gonna break you in good," she kept pushing it down, then pulling
it, like she was fucking my pants, but the thick rubbery thing was almost
sticky.  My ass squeeked a little, too quiet to hear, but I felt it, and it
was wonderful.  "You want it?  You want me to fuck you raw?  Till you
Bleed!"

   "Uh!" so hard that time, I felt them clench, and even a twitch deep
inside me.  "HhHhH!  Yea, nh!" Licked a little drool out of the corner of
my mouth, "Please," I begged, "Fuck me.  Nh!" She yanked it out so hard my
pants snapped back, and stopped digging into my hips.  "Uh!" She hit me
with it again.

   "Dirty little boy." She rubbed it between my legs, "Squeeze it." She
fucked between my legs.  "Yeah, you little faggot, you want it?"

   "Yes!?"

   "You want it up your tight little ass?" She slapped me, in the crack,
but her fingers slipped under, and hit my balls.  Not hard, but I still
humped into the side of the bed, then she rubbed them in, hard.  "You don't
deserve it." But she pulled me up, and I humped my pants into her wrist. 
Her arm, fucking up between my legs like the dildo, but she put it in my
face.  "Suck it," I opened my mouth.  "DEEPER!"

   "Ugh!" she choked me on it.  "Ghl!" my face burned, and i felt the blood
pump on my forehead.  But she unsnapped my pants, and pulled her arm out to
slip them down.  "KHAUGH!" My ass jumped on her hand, but she rubbed it in,
deeper, and held her hand over my mouth.  "Spit it out." Right in her hand,
she rubbed it in my hot dry crack, and slapped it wetly.

   "Nh!" GHL!

   "Suck it!" I gagged, but tried to relax.

   "KHUGH!" she held out her hand again, so "Spbt!"

   "Yeah, get you good and wet.  Not man enough for this," she rubbed it up
and down my wet crack.  "Yet," she sighed, and dropped her purse on the
bed. "So," she rubbed her finger in, "Relax."

   "Nh?" I tensed a little, but then, "Hhhhh!" I relaxed.

   "I guess well, have to start with a little boy-toy."

   It was little, it didn't even hurt much, but she fucked me.  So soft and
slowly, and gently at first, but then she stuck her fingers in there.  I
don't know how many, I couldn't count, but she pulled them apart, and her
hands held me so wide open and, "PTWH!" I jumped, and tensed, but she
rubbed the sides, and spat another wet splat straight in my spread open
asshole.

   "Nh!" i even cummed!  Just a little drop, but i could feel it, start to
leak down through my soft hanging dingle.  She milked it with her fingers,
and pulled it back.  "Smp!" I humped, and tensed, then she popped her thumb
out, and it clenched softly.  One last time.  "Hh!" I wanted to fall
asleep, and dream, but she helped me up.  I wobbled a little, but she
pulled my pants down, my leg up, and helped me get undressed.

   "Don't sit down," she held my butt.  "You're a mess, better go get
cleaned up in the shower."

   I nodded, and even used the hose to wrinse out really good.  But even
Aunt Penny never fucked me like that.  It hurt, even after the first time,
but this didn't.  Not really, like the spanking, it wasn't hard.  She
didn't hurt me, it was more like surprise, because I never expected it. 
I'd been spanked before, and it even made my butt hot, but this.

   Oh god, I need more of this.

   Martha {Femdom}

   That was awesome!  He just bent over, and took it.  Like the movies, my
favorite part was his dad, bent over my dad to eat him out.  And finally
fuck him in the end, but mom.  Well, she really knows how to use toys, I
knew that, but I didn't even take my panties off, or touch myself.  I
didn't have to, bottoming Eggy like that it was like an orgasm, or even
better, and I knew I couldn't give that up.

   And he loves it so much, just like Simon, I guess.  Which gives me
ideas, or the movie helped.  They're both bottoms, but both straight.  For
some reason Simone's into "Forced" femming, but they're both still so
little.  Can't get toys in that size, I just used the little egg on Eggy,
but even that barely fit.  But if they can get it up, they can fuck
eachother!

   Right?  I almost got off again just thinking about it, but he came back
to his room, in a towel.  So, I pulled my panties up, and layed him down,
and tried to suck him till he got hard.  He started to, but even with a
finger up his butt.  "Huh!" I just fingered myself over his face, and
humped his nose real good, but he obediently tongued my ass until I could
get off, for real.

   But somebody was in the shower all ready, so I had to go downstairs, and
then the hot water ran out, so I wasn't feeling sexy no more.  So, I got
out, put my dirty clothes back on, and god my panties stank, so I borrowed
some of Tori's.  Her name's really Virginia, but she hates it, and only her
family calls her "Ginny." She looks real mean at them, but she's a
teenager, well almost.

   "Huh!" And I'm not gay, right?  RIGHT!?  "Uh!" But she's just so.  I
don't know, I like eggy, he's so well behaved, but.  Not Tori, she's a bad
girl.  I mean like really bad, fucking evil.  She hides it well, I can
tell, and the way she.  She dominated me, and I went right down to that
warm dark place where everything is okay, and feels so good.

   Maybe she's right?  I mean like our dads, they're not gay either, but
the forced feminization, and rimming, and buttfucking.  "Huh!" It was so
hot Because they're Not gay.  Like the whole incest thing in my family. 
Not my thing, they're my family, but I love them as a daughter, or sister.
It's not sexy, at all.

   But Tori's not gay neither.  She's a "Dominatrix, pretty sure." She says
that's "Way more than gay or straight.  I don't fucking care what you got
in your pants, I can torture you either way." Right, because she's not
dominant, either.  She's a sadist, pure and simple.

   But I'm not a masochist, or a bottom.  I'm not sure I even want to be
fucked.  Then why do keep coming back to this?  Why can't I even think
about anyone else?  "Huh!" It's not love, but the way she made me feel. 
"Damn it!"

   I don't want to be a bottom.

   But;

   "Simone" {DH/h Asph Cybe/Rape.}

   She took my breath away.  Literally, she squeezed it right out of me
with her legs, sat on my chest, and smothered me, until I was panting. 
Then, she held my teeth open with hers.

   "You're Mine." she told me.  "Your dick?  It's not your dick, it's Mine.
Your ass is My ass, and every breath you take." Her breath tasted smokey,
then it tingled.  I swear, her tongue did, until even my spit felt
electric, and I couldn't taste anything.  It went numb, trickling down the
back of my throat, and "Whhhhhh!" my lungs relaxed.  I thought maybe she
had a penny, and dime in her mouth, to make it taste like that, but she
pushed my tummy up under my ribs, then pushed her butt up, off of me.

   "Whhhhhhh!" She blew in my mouth, and i gasped in Her breath.  "Hhhh,
Hhhh, Hhhhh." It was like CPR, only it tingled, all the way down my throat,
until it started going numb.  Like pins and needles in my lungs.  I could
feel Her, tongue?

   Not in my mouth, in Hers?  How is that, even.  {Nhihihimn!} I heard her
giggle, but in my mouth, Her breath didn't even change, "Whhhhh!" I felt so
dizzy, then like i was floating, falling, sinking right through the bed
until i landed.  "Mh!" Crashing down with her on top of me, but we never
moved?  I think, I'm not so sure, but i swear it felt like I fell for
miles, and shattered on the ground.

   Her fingers tight on my neck.  "Ghk!" Blood pounding in my ears, and
something tasted nasty on my swelling tongue.  {That's right,} My eyes so
wide, I couldn't close them, but tears leaked out and ran down to my hair.
{Struggle, it makes this so much nicer.} I tried, but I couldn't break
free, get her teeth from between mine, or breathe.

   "HRLGHGHGH!" It's like she vomited right down my throat, but I couldn't
help gasping, breathing it in, drowning in it, then I was thrashing,
desperately fighting for air, anything but this shocking mediciney liquid,
and how can I, or anyone taste my own lungs?

   Finally, I passed out.

   .

   .

   "Huh!" I gasped, and coughed.  So hard i wanted to puke, but it was dry,
and nothing came out.  "The fuck was that!?"

   "..."

   "Tori?" I sat up, "Victoria?" Shook her.  Her eyes were open, she was
breathing, but I waved my hand in front of her eyes, and they didn't even
follow it.  I started getting up, to go get her mom and dad, or something
but.  {Wait.}

   "Hm?" I turned around.

   "..." She drooled a little.  {Huh!} just kept breathing, "Hhhhhh." but I
heard her sigh, in my head?  {Yeah, sorry but I was just a little Curious.}

   "About what?"

   {Well, remember when you told me you want to be a girl?} Yeah?  {Well,
just looking at your brain, you're not transgender.} You can see my brain?
Wait, now I can see it?  {This is your attraction, and arousal.} Some of it
glowed pink?  {This is a straight boy's arousal map, and here's a gay
man's.}

   So, you're in my head.  {Yes, this takes a bit of concentration, which
is why my body is acting braindead.} You're psychic.  {Yes, a Medium.}
What's that?  {Like the 6th Sense?  Only instead of seeing dead people, I
can remember the lives of people from the past, and future.}

   Hard to believe, if not for her voice in my head, while she lies there,
like a coma.

   {Unfortunately,} I felt so hard, {This spell has to be broken, but not
with a kiss.} My arms went numb, then my whole body, but without that
tingling sensation.  And I had to pee all a sudden.  Or was it hours?  Then
it was dark, and she pushed me off of her.

   "My turn," she held me down, and I was so hard, but she fucked me till
it hurt.  And i could feel myself inside her, but it was like it was inside
me.  It felt like she was raping me.  With a dick, but not my dick.  She
took it, it was Her dick, and She fucked me with it.  I don't know how,
it's not like she cut it off, and strapped it on her, she just fucked me so
hard it was like she hammered it into me, like a nail.

   "HhH!" I, pissed in her?  I think, it didn't feel like piss, but it
wasn't the twitchy spurts I've cum to expect.  We got off together, but at
that point, I couldn't tell my body apart from hers.  I felt her hands
tight on my wrists, and mine on my breasts?  They felt so hot, my fingers
were like a little cool, then I fell back.

   And I blinked, gasped!  `hhHHK!" Caught my breath.  "Huh!"

   It was just me, shrinking soft inside her.  "Hold still." She closed her
eyes, and her tight belly relaxed, even puffed out a little.  "HuhH!" But
she breathed out, and I swear, she sucked me.  Tight until i squeezed out.
She opened her eyes.  Smiled, and bent down to kiss me.

   She took my breath away, but she could have it.  As long as it feels
like that.

   {I usually give some warning about child molesters' excuses, but this
time you'll be reading them from the Victim's PoV.

   DON'T.  YOU.  BELIEVE IT!

   If the title doesn't give it away, he was taught this, to rationalize
what was done to him.  It's not explicitly abusive, more loving, gentle,
and subtle, but it's still abuse.  Wouldn't want anyone to think any
different.  Trigger warnings for elementary schoolboys, and predatory
manipulative teachers.}

   Randy {bF Mole Fant MC.  Incidentally, this is a fantasy between the
Succubis, and her victim to stimulate Memory.}

   In first grade, missus Landry was the coolest teacher.  Ever, she was
always so nice, and never had a harsh word for her students.  And
beautiful, even beautifuller than mommy, and I thought she was the
beautifullest girl in the world.  She let us call her Nev, it's short for
Neville, but she even liked Nevy.  Mostly girls called her that, or Miss
Nevy.

   She was patient with everyone, showing us how to draw the letters after
we're done with the Pledge, and our ABCs.  Then another book to draw the
numbers.  There like the letters, only we only had to count to ten.  They
said it a bunch of times, and sometimes when they got it wrong it confused
me, but when it was my turn, I sung it, like a song.

   "Very Good," I sat down, but my face warmed up.  The other kids giggled,
but the tops of my ears burned, I thought they're laughing at me.

   But then, we had to draw the letters, so I stuck my tongue out the side,
and chewed on it, moving the thick pencil careful in my fingers to make a
nice straight line.

   [ | ] She put a line under it, and left a little check on the top, so I
looked up at the board, and tried to make it look likeat.

   Then 2.  That one's hard, so I put my arm down on the paper to hold it
still, and pull it tight with my hand.  "Uh!" Got the curve wrong at the
top, but I chewed up the erasor, so I had to pick the desk up, and get out
the other.  It don't got no point, so I have to put it in the slot at the
top, and grab the pencil.  She just walks around, and helps kids when they
raise there hands, but I can do this.  I just have to hold still, and go
slow, and if I have to stop when she helps me, I'll never get done.

   3 is easy.

   "Good!" she pats my hair.  4.  I make a cross, and roll my tongue
between my teeth to make the diagonal straight.  That's the hard part,
because you have to start out that way, to hit the top of the vertical like
connect the dots.  "Very good." Rubs my head.  That's not the hard one,
it's all straight lines.

   5 "Huh!" I hate this one, because it's a corner, and a curve.  I never
get them both to look right together.

   6 is like a upside-down e.  I think, turn the paper over, then turn it
around.  Yup!  Flip it back, and "Huh!" turn it over again.

   7.  It's really hard to do the curve, like she did.  Watch, so it stops
right below the top line, but then it's too long, so I have to grab the
erasor.

   8.  Just 2 circles, as long as the top one's littler, like a snowman. 
Before you put on the head, and arms, and stuff.

   9.  Just like a.  No wait, look up.  Back down, "Huh!" my 6 is
backwords. I think, hold it up.  Try one eye, then the other, but sometimes
the e looks backwords, and sometimes the 6.

   "Uh," raise my hand.  But we had lunch, and then recess.

   "You had a question?" I nod up, she lets the door swing shut.  It slows
down, then the playground slowly disappears...

   Blink, "Oh, I didn't finish the math, but." I look at the board.  Turn
my head, "I have a problem with the 9.  and the 6."

   "They look similar," she nodded, and helped me up on her lap.  So I can
see on the desk, she picks up a skinny grownup pencil.  It's yellow, and
has sides instead of being round.  "See?"

   She turned the paper around, and I turned my head.  "Sometimes," it
looked like it flipped?  About halfway around, "They wook backwords, and
upside-down." Or, sometimes both, sometimes just up side down.

   "Well," she did it all different ways, pointing up, down, this way, and
that, until the paper looked like the fabric on momma's chair.  Dad had
some ties likeat, and I seen bandannas.

   "Yeah," I blinked, tried each eye again, "Likeat."

   "You're rather independent," I nod, as if I have any idea what that big
ole' word means, "So it may have taken longer to see something like this."
I didn't raise my hand enough, "Let's try larger numbers," she flipped it
over, and just started writing it out.

   ###, ###, ###...

   I had to look away.  "It makes my eyes hurt?"

   "What does?" she set the pencil down, and I looked down.  At my lap, or
her hand, it covered it.

   "The numbers," I giggled, "There playing leapfrog!" I watched it, a
little longer.

   "You remember your ABCs?" I nodded, and sang the song.

   "Next tim;"

   "That's good," she squeezed my fingers.  Not hard.  "Now, count to 10."

   "One, two, tree, five, four, six, seven, ate, nine, an ten." I nodded.
Smiled.

   "Four comes before five." I nodded.

   "Yeah," I kept nodding, "LikeI said."

   "Try again," so

   "One tree, two for five," blink, think, uh...  "six?"

   "that's fine," I got up, and she patted my shorts.  "Go out and play."

   I forgot to sing it.  "Uh!" so stupid of me, but that's how I got it
right before.  And now she thinks I'm stupid, and I'm never gonna learn
math, and be a big scientist when I grow up.  Yeah, I went through a Mr. 
Wizard phase.  I didn't get to finish lunch, cause she called me back to
the room.  She had some more teachers with her, or the assistent principle,
and some therapist lady.  Occupational therapist, for a 5 year old.

   Turns out I'm like Dislexic, but with numbers.  And sometimes letters
when you use them like numbers, I never got Algebra, and Calculus wasn't
gonna happen, so I didn't grow up to be a scientist.  The next week I
wanted to be a fireman, anyway.

   Liggett {fB NS Gend.}

   "Huh!" drop the towel, and fingercomb my hair.  "You're not a girl.  For
one thing, you don't feel trapped in that body, and another, your brain
isn't feminized any." Like a deadhead, he doesn't even nod.

   "You're psychic?"

   Roll my eyes, "Yeah, but it takes close intimate physical contact to do
it." Without any Neuronano, I checked, got it all back.  "And you can't
tell anyone.  I mean you won't be able to talk about it.  You just said it,
because you're talking to Me." That actually reinforces the post-possession
inhibition.

   "So anyway, transvestite, got that.  Low tolerance masochist, but I can
toughen you up a little.  Super-anal.  Wow, you're really into that, huh!"

   He nodded.

   "Submissive."

   "What was that, pee thing?"

   Electrolytes?  "Huh!  That's something I can't tell you about.  Because
you're," I lied, "Human." All natural biotech, epi-genetic instinctual
coding, in utero.  Shouldn't have seized, but I downloaded his entire
memory in under 3 hours.  It'd take some time to process, but because he's
designed for it.  Have to be able to collect the data.

   He's a major spike.  I managed to make a straight bottom.  I mean, Dad,
and Eggy's one too, but I did that the old fashioned way, presexual
conditioning.  I'll have to review the memory to separate nature from
nurture, but this is way better then pathogenic rapists.  A race of
dominant women, and submissive men.  That would be awesome.

   "So, the panty thing."

   "Huh!" I rolled my eyes, "Well, what about wigs, skirts, dresses?" What
kind of transvestite?

   "Can we try it?" Looked interested.

   "Yeah," To the closet!

   "How do they make you feel?" I slipped up a pair, and rubbed them over
his bottom.

   "Hh," he pushed back.  "Pretty?  Not like a girl, but.  I like how they
make my bottom look." And feel.

   "Tight?"

   "Around the legs, but I like that too."

   "Hm," flashing back to getting caught, with a vibrator and panties. 
Never even pulled them up, just above his knees, and held them tight,
stretched out, "Like bondage?"

   He nodded, looked back, held up a dress.

   "I think I have an old training bra," stopped at A cups.  Just enough,
tits are useful to have around, but too much get in the way.  "Hh!" I have
to dig around, "Here."

   "Hm!" he bit his lip.  It was hard getting it over even his narrow
little shoulders, but it's 1 piece, and tight as a corset.  Except for the
front.  They just puffed out, loose.  "It's harder to breathe," he felt up
them, flattening under his hands.  "Hh!" "Like a corset." Wish i had one.
He nodded, turned to the mirror.  Shot his hip.  Didn't get hard, or try to
tuck it.  I hugged him, from behind, and felt down the front.  Pinched his
foreskin to squirt it in, and rolled his balls up.  Holding her clit in the
hood, I felt for the inguinal holes, and split my fingers like Spock.

   "Nm!" He bit both lips.  I slipped my hand out, but there tight enough
to hold it all in.  "Hh." Through his nose, I felt down the front, careful
not to push his balls back out, and ground his clit hard.  Rubbing his
scrotum in the cotton with my fingertips.  "There," I moved my hand, and
whispered, `now you look pretty.'

   He opened his eyes, looked down, but it squirted back out, and his balls
dropped again.  "Hhn!" He smiled.

   His brain wasn't feminized, but his mind.  He's a boy, becoming a man,
even capable of violence in defense of his siblings, I remember.  I went
back to the Closet, to find a skirt that fit him.  Finally settled on a
sundress, but he's still got a little boy body.  No hips, shoulders are too
bony and square, he's not even all that pretty.

   But he keeps it up.

   "Knock knock," my dad looked in.  "Your mom called, she'll be here to
pick you up in a few minutes."

   "Okay," he stood up, in the sundress, kind of looked uncomfortable. 
"Mister Myers."

   "And clean up these clothes before I get back."

   "Okay, dad!" I rolled my eyes, but grinned when he turned away. 
Remembered his cherry, breaking him in, bent over the tailgate of My
pickup. I know him, and all of his sexual fantasies.

   Who do you think he got them from?

   ;)

   Petey {Db-B Mnem Porn Ince Fant;}

   {Simon Peter Galen!?  Huh.  Named after the proto-pope, if you believe
that.  Jesus anointed him that, instead of Paul making it up on his way to
Rome.  Paul was the first pope, actually.}

   But he can't hear me, it's just Memory.

   Oh!  A little finger up his butt.  "Nice and clean." And a kiss.

   His mother.  Hmm!  Martha wasn't born yet, so keep trying, but that's
her.  Young face, had to be about 19, leaning into focus, smiling, and
tickling my bottom.  Giggles.  "Mommy likes clean little boys!" Then the
irrigator.  This time over the sink, squirting the little bulb full of warm
water, and letting it trickle out into the sink.  Running the faucet again,
then the warm wet washcloth.

   THEN Potty training.  Just left him alone, to do it himself.  She never
touched him again, but "Mommy doesn't love dirty little boys." He barely
understood it, but this is his subconscious.

   She loves her daughter, Martha.  Named after her grandmother, so
technically the second, but I know the genealogy.  Spent a lot more time in
the nursery, but he had his own room.  Until Clarissa was born a couple
years later, then it was the Girl's room, but she spent all her time over
there.

   So neglect.  Momma doesn't love her sons.  At all, cut him the fuck off,
but the only attention he got was negative.  Smacked the shit out of him,
not spanking, but she'd swat his ass hard too, beat him with a plate once,
broke it right over the side of his head, even scratched his cheek.

   But he started fingering himself, crying, and sticking things in there.
Just to hold them, his first buttplug was a modified pacifier.  I swear, he
popped off the mouthguard, and just held it on the ring with a rubberband.
Slept with it, until the rubberband rolled off, pinched him, and woke him
up.  He had to wait to poop it out, and it scraped him inside.

   But as soon as he healed, he went back to sleeping with something up his
butt.  So he didn't have to twist around, and use his finger.  The handle
of his toothbrush, then when he started taking baths on his own, he
scrubbed it with the bristles.  Same one he brushed with, but he was
getting beyond nasty, the only one in the house with any toys were too big
for him, and she had no interest, whatsoever in further sexualizing him.

   He figured out he could get rid of a hard-on, by sticking fingers up his
butt.  Didn't want one, kinda got off a little on pissing out of it after
that, but never went through the "Anal Stage." It never wore off,
discovered those pleasures before the turkey timer really popped.  He's a
bottom, probably for life.

   Then his sister started getting Porn.  Caught them together, mother, and
daughter, the first one Martha showed the Cervix trick was him.  And her
period, and her hymen.  They taught eachother anal masturbation, and then
they stopped.  It was like 1 weekend, almost like a Leopard fuck.  They
kept eachother up-to-date, when they discovered new things, but it was
always Auto-erotic with some show-and-tell.  Not even every month, but that
is the extent of their relationship.

   Then the first Femdom spanking.  The touching big/little sister (She
started a sequeyear earlier) moment, and her deciding he needs to see me.

   After all, I'm the only true sadist in town.  The 3 Dommy Mommies are
exes of mine, to varying degrees.  I found I rather like the maternal
incest thing, it's different.  Especially seducing mom, that's the best,
but they have to think they're in control, and responsible.  That way
they're "Not victims."

   Women, uh!  So gullible, but at least they can learn to wear the pants
in the family.  Or act like it, in bed, the bathroom, dungeon if you got
one...

   Generations, of Escalation.

   Simon {Fb Ince Mole Anal}

   You're not supposed to remember being a baby, but I remember the taste
of my mother's milk.  I guess my first erotic experience was changing.  My
diaper, she talked to me, and I understood her, but I couldn't speak.

   She said I was a "Dirty Boy." She called me that, but not in a bad way.
She smiled, and tickled my bottom.  She always used a warm washcloth, and
made sure I was good and clean.  Even on the inside, she had a bulb with a
soft tip, I think it's for sucking out your ear, and nose, but she gave me
my first enemas, let me pee it out in my diaper, then wiped me again, and
called me "Clean enough to eat out of."

   Then she put my on a new diaper, and when she was done, she put powder
on me, so I smelled nice, and pretty.  I'm not transgender.  I thought I
was for years, but I'm starting to realize I was always jealous of "other"
girls.  My sister Martha was born, and Momma never hid how much more she
loved her.  She wanted a girl, the only reason she ever put her tongue, or
finger in there is because I didn't have what she really wanted.

   Then, I had a fever, and it's like I forgot how to talk.  I didn't know
too many words, but I got real quiet, and I don't remember much after I
started potty training.  Just that I was bored, and lonely.  Momma, and
Martha played together all day, I didn't have any brothers, and dad was
away at work, like always.  I guess he tried back then, on weekends, taught
me catch, and the like, but my father was a picture on the mantle, Employee
of the month, brought home checks, and got mom pregnant right regular.

   Every 2-3 years, next Clarise was born, then Thad, and finally baby when
I was almost eleven.  But Martha started growing up first, and we were
always close.  We shared a room, while Rissa was in the nursery.  With
mommy a lot, she always gave the most attention to baby until Thad was
born, then it was the Boys room, and the girls got their own.  Of course,
mommy spent most of her time over there.

   But I still played with Martha, only she liked Maggy back then.  She got
her period, and showed mom, and then she told me what she learned, from
their little talks.  She showed me everything, even her cervix, but I don't
have any of those.  Mommy bought the girls, all these wonderful things. 
Like underwear, and porn, and toys.  I know now that all of this was highly
inappropriate, but she let me borrow her toys, and shared her stories, and
even let me wear her hand-me-downs.

   She called me her sister, and said she liked me even better then Rissa,
and when we played house, she liked to wear the pants half the time.  But
being the oldest, I babysat a lot, and I liked it.  Not like a mother, but
a big brother, or a stay at home dad.  Martha liked to play the career
woman, or even the workaholic dad.  I never wanted to work, but I did
chores, and that was like a job.  I wanted kids of my own, before I thought
about, how that could be a terrible idea.

   So now, I have to admit I'm a pedophile.  It's a fantasy, really.  I
haven't played sexually with a kid since I was one, and I accept that I
wasn't mature enough to know what I was doing, but to start I was very
auto-erotic, and fantasized being a girl.  My penis was for peeing.  I
didn't get the sexual education my sisters did, directly, and I guess I got
a lot wrong second hand, but I never went through the anal phaze.  I'm a
bottom, never outgrew it, sex is anal to me.

   Unfortunately, I'm not gay.  Luckily I'm submissive, which is probably
why I never harmed another child.  That would take a level of aggression
that just wasn't in me, but I fantasized unrealistic things.  Like little
girls, in my class, with dicks, fucking me.  Knowing what girls look like,
and unaware of such things as shemales, there was porn of that, even back
then.  But mommy never asked me what I wanted to look at, so I mostly read
my sisters' lesbian porn.

   So, dildos first, solo then imagining a girlfriend with a strapon.  But
I wanted what those girls talked about, someone to come, and make me a
woman, I just imagined a woman.  (With a big hard cock.)

   Randy {Fb Fant Mole}

   She showed me a trick with her hands.  Hold your left hand up, and stick
out your thumb.  Now, hold your right, thumb down.  I know left from right,
front to back, up and down.  So, I can draw my 6s, and 9s the right way. 
Easy as teaching kids left from write.  That's a pun, she showed me.  I'm
"Write" handed, get it?  We laughed, and she tickled me in her lap.

   So, she tutored me, I don't really like recess anyway, already did
everything on the playground, and I get to wait for mom to pick me up. 
But, she kept me from getting held behind, but I had a accident.  She
couldn't find another hall pass, because she gave the regular one to a
girl, and by the time she wrote out a new one, I just couldn't hold it.

   So, she took me to the bathroom, and Mommy had to bring me some clothes.
She dried me off, but the toilet paper stuck to me, so she wiped the bits
off with her fingers.  She had to clean it out, because it was dirty, and
she asked if my father showed me how to do it?  "He doesn't have one."

   "Well," she pinched it, but gently.  It didn't hurt, just like she
squeezed my hand, or patted my pants off to lunch.  "Does it ever stick
out?" She pulled up to show me, so I remember.

   "Uhuh!" One time, I think.

   "Well," it felt funny, "It really helps you clean it out." I don't know,
it didn't tickle, I tried giggling, but it didn't go away.  "Let me try
this." She held me up, in her lap, and kissed it?  No, she sucked on it,
like a bottle.  Then she blew on it.  It was really cool, I could feel it
drying, and "There." she pinched it, "See?"

   It slipped back, and I never seen inside it before.  I didn't know there
was anything in there, it looked like my daddy's when he peed.  Only
smaller, and I could feel how, "Nh!" I hunched over, and tried to push her
hand away.

   "Aww," she pouted, "it's sensitive." It hurt!  She licked her fingers,
"But here's how you wash it out."

   "Nh!" I tried to watch her, but my eyes squeezed shut.  Then she pulled
my pants up, and left until Mommy brought me my clothes.  It was so
embarrassing, my ears burned, and I cried.  She told me it was all right,
not to listen to the other kids making fun of me.

   But when I woke up, and it was sticking out, I got up to wash it.  It's
the best time, the soap burns a little, but I don't want to get an
infection.  Our cat got that, and went to the hospital, so I kept washing
it out, until it didn't hurt to.  Whenever it was ready, it told me when
it's time.

   I told her I had a "b." That's our little joke, so she locked the door
to the playground, and I sat on her desk.  It kind of looks like a b, from
the side, when it doesn't look like a 9.  She kissed it, so I just leaned
back and put my elbows down.  I always get a b in math, it's right before
lunch.  They call me "Teachers' Pet," and "Retard" because I need so much
help with it, but really.

   I know it's supposed to be wrong, but she loves me, more than my momma,
even.  I love my mommy too, but she just kisses me goodnight.  On the lips,
doesn't even hold them together, just "Sm, Goodnight."

   Nevy kisses me all over, and inside my underpants a lot.  It's the best
way to clean it out, and it doesn't hurt, it tickles.  "Smwp!" She smiles,
"You know," she's so beautiful, "It would be a shame if you got in trouble,
and had to stay, after school." ;) Yeah, lunchtime, and recess just never
seem to go on long enough.

   So, I thought about it.  Waited till class was almost over, but I kept
looking at the clock.

   ...

   I might get to see her, on the playground, but she's got her legs
crossed under the desk.  I look up when she squeezes them together, ;) I
look down until my ears stop burning.

   "FUCK!" I look up.  Right there in class.  She looked shocked!

   "Randall!" She never called me that before.  So, I talked to the
principal, and she called my mom.  Told her she'd drop me off after
Detention.  She didn't punish me, said I did "Good," and giggled.  Bending
down to rub my face in her hands, and kiss me, and I could see down her
shirt.  I felt them, on my back whenever we were working at her desk, but
she looked down, smiled, and said I earned it.  She got down, sat her skirt
on her heels, and showed me her bra until I got a b.

   She felt it, put her knees down, so she was right there, where she could
hold my head, my face in her bosom, and rub my pants like she does when I'm
in her lap.  That makes them rub the skin, but it doesn't hurt like the
first time she showed me how to clean it.  It even felt kind of good
instead of weird, and uncomfortable, then, "Mh!" She let me breathe, and
held my face again.  It hurt, but, when I could open my eyes, she was
looking at me.  Back up at my eyes, but my face.

   Then she kissed me, and showed me how girls play with themselves on her
desk.  I just sat down, I couldn't really see it with her hands in the way,
but it took a long time.  So, I got out my paper, worked on my numbers
until she was done.  Used all the tricks she showed me.  Then, she got up,
pulled her underwear up, her skirt down, put on her shirt, and tucked it
in. She had a mirror in her bag, so she could check her hair, and fix her
lipstick.

   Then, she took me home, but she talked to me on the way.  Told me how
our love was misunderstood, but she loved me.  She told me, more than her
own son.  Like I loved her more then my mommy, but I didn't know she had
kids of her own.  Or she was married, we called her Mrs, and Ms.  She
didn't wear her rings at work, she put them on in the car.  She just wanted
to make sure I didn't tell anyone, all the things she was teaching me. 
More than the other kids, if she taught it in class, okay.  But when we're
alone together.  That's private, people misunderstand, and might even hurt
her for it.

   Then, when I'm older she can marry me, and everything will be all right.

   She wore a different blouse the next day so she didn't have to take it
off.  For recess, she just slipped it over her shoulder, and showed me the
special bra.  She wore it just for me, so I could suckle her while she
played with me in my pants.  I got that feeling again, but first I felt
almost sleepy, then hot.  My hands got real sweaty, but I kept squeezing
the glands inside like she showed me, and they felt really neat under her
skin.  You can't see them at all, but I bet if you could they'd look like
sunflowers.

   "Hhuh?" I had to let go, and breathe, but I got that feeling again. 
This time, it didn't hurt, and I'm not sure it really did the first time,
it was just so strong it felt painful.  Like the first time she showed me
how to wash it out.  "Hhhh!" I think I did fall asleep, a minute.  But she
fixed her bra, and her top.  I actually took a nap, when the kids came back
in, but I woke up with a b, so I went to the bathroom.  One of the girls
called me "Woody," and giggled with her friends.

   New desk, so I can't see her lap under it.  A distraction, we're all
here to learn, so it wasn't till I came around the desk she let her panties
flop back, and pulled her skirt back down.  "Hh!" She whispered, `sit back
down!'

   `but I have a b!' I showed her behind the desk, so she gave me a
hall-pass.  The door by her desk goes in the building, the one next to the
windows out to the playground.  It's not a real big school, it looks more
like a barn then anything, then there's portables on the other side. 
Bathrooms by the lunch room, and office, but by the time I get there, it's
a 9 again.  I pee anyway, and I figured out how to wash it without it
sticking up.

   She gave me a b again, so I acted up to stay late, she gave me a ride
home.

   Then, in the summer, she told my mom about the Summer Slump.  Well,
before we let out, last PT meeting.  "He's made a lot of improvement over
these two semesters, so I'd like to encourage that, and do some tutoring
over the summer.  So his grades don't drop before fall."

   My grades were better, but it wasn't like school at all.  The next year,
she kept tutoring me after school, so I didn't get in any more trouble.  I
didn't want to stay late, on detention.

   She smelled funny.  Again, like she did in detention, when she showed me
how much she loves me.  It's weird, you know how you go away on vacation,
then when you come back you smell your room?  My grandma died, Mama Gerty.
Then they had this big garage sale, but when I go up in the attic, and look
through her boxes, I can smell the Grandma Gerty Smell.

   Like that, but sometimes when I used to go to recess, it smelled likeat
when we came back.  Not like the classroom in the morning, but that Nev
love smell.  I didn't know love had a smell, it's kind of gross.

   She took me to Otherton.  That's what we called it, all over, but
somewhere they didn't know us.  So we could go out, the first time we just
had burgers, but she told me because they had "The best ice-cream here!"
Likeat, there was always some reason to go out to Otherton instead of
studying.  When we're tutoring, we're supposed to at least get out the
books.  So, when mom comes by my room,

   I found her spot.  On the bed, she just sat down on the corner, crossed
her legs.  I mostly just did my homework, or write, doodle, then mom comes
up, and she pulls her hand out of my pants.  I reached back, pulled my
shirt down.  Mom peaked around the door to look at me by the desk.  Tells
me it's time for her to leave.  But when we go out, we're supposed to go to
her house, but she has kids, and a husband.

   I think my mother is jealous of her.  It would break her heart to find
out, I still love her, just not as much.  And her husband scares me.  He's
a grownup, so he's like a giant.  So, we get to spend more time together,
sometimes it's late, but I just tell her I was having trouble with
something, like the little lie that I hate homework, so she chases her off
when it's time.

   We usually make love in the car on the way back.  She knows all the
prettiest, most romantic spots.  She showed me all of them, but.  It's
really not about the sex.  I'm a boy, but I really just like to be there,
with her.  But when I'm alone with her.  It gets real stuffy in that car,
and I get a little claustrophobic, but she loves me so much, and she just
has to show it to me.

   "I'm madly in love with you," she told me.  She looked, so.  Excited? 
"You're like a drug, I NEed to be with you."

   I squirmed, "Okay?" She can, just squeeze her legs together.  Somehow, I
tried it but it must just work for girls.  But when we're alone, I can
smell it, and she's so hairy, and squishy on my hand.  "Yes!" She just
loves it so much.  God, to see her like this.  I think she's beautiful, but
when she lights up, and all the looks on her faces, or the faces she makes.

   And everything she says about me, how much she loves me, I wonder what
that feels like.  I mean yeah, I love her, but.  I don't think it feels
likeat.  "AhhhHhHah ah!" Then, it looks like it hurts.  Sounds painful to
me, but she just pushed my hands out of the way, and squeezed her fingers
between her legs.  "Huh!" She looked over.  "Did you get off too?"

   I nodded, but didn't move my hands.  "Good," she started the car.  So, I
put my legs down, and scooted away from the door to, "Buckle up." She drove
off, and patted my lap.  Then she talked, to get our story straight.

   Then I met her son.  He's older, and he doesn't go to my school, but he
heard I was still studying with his mom.  I asked him, if she ever.  Huh!
Well, I said my mom told me that's how they show their little boys how much
they love them, so I was wondering, if, his.

   I was so jealous.  I mean, he gets to live with her, and be with him all
the time, and she's his mother.  I wish mine loved me that much, but also I
didn't want to get her in trouble.  He said no, but he started crying, so I
started, crying, and I ran away.  I was so scared he would get his momma in
trouble, and it would be my fault, and I kept waiting for it to happen,
getting a phone call, or the police coming to arrest her until it gave me
nightmares.

   And I had nobody to talk to about it.  Well, Nev, but whenever she
explained it to me, I thought I understood, it made me feel better, but she
was always touching me, so I was distracted and I never remember it right.
Because I'm stupid, and then I start trying to think, so I get confused and
I have to go ask her about it then it starts all over again.

   So that was my summer, rolling around and round likeat like I'm going
down a hill in a tractor tire.  And it's fun, but also really scary, and
kinda makes me feel a little ill.  But no wonder nobody ever told me it
would feel likeat, because there just aint any words to describe it.  It's
love, it's kinda fucked up.

   Liggett {mfBG DS Anal Orgy}

   I hopped in Simon as the quickest way back.

   "All right," I like her, "No incest." Holding up 1 finger.  We all
nodded, brother/sister pairs, just keep a degree of seperation.  Of course,
boundries are ment to be pushed.

   { ;) }

   The look She gave back was priceless.  Total domme, I named Her.  Okay,
got Her name off a cigarette pack, but a female sexual sadist.  A good one,
as long as I'm keeping an eye on the family, might a well have some fun.

   Feed her tears, she likes that.

   In her room, over the garage, you could probably play organized sports
in there, but "It's like a circle-jerk," I stepped forward, took her left
hand, and stood next to her.  Not as much a prsonality as a sexuality on
Her own.  "Only the first to get off," wink at her little brother, "Gets
fucked."

   She doesn't believe I can Top.  Well, I can cum at will, or hold mister
twitchy pants back long enough to hit that cute little bubble-butt.  Not
brake him in, I know that family, but he's a teen now, I know his
girlfriend's tightened him up, and the he's still got some homophobia to
work through.

   "Hh!" I had a rager, so I started with 2 fingers, and his thumb for a
nice long stroke.  "You girls wanna watch me molest him." They nodded, and
got in the bed.  Been not-girlfriends for a couple-few years, both tops,
but pseudosaphic enough to get eachother warmed up.

   "Mh!" He blinked slow.

   "You like to watch?" Slap, and tickle at this point.  He nodded, always
the quiet ones.  Can't get things he can't talk about out of his mind, his
sister.  Has a thing against incest, for whatever reason, but a very
fucking narrow definition of it.  Dominates the hell out of him, but it's
not sex.  It's sexually motivated, and erotic as fuck, but it's "Not
incest."

   "Hm!" They play rough, it's more of a wrestling match, but She's not
breaking her arm.

   "No fucking 'till somebody gets off!" Just hands, and I guess I can
accept mouthes.  "Huh!" Tori's got sharp teeth.

   "Ahhh!" Hard smack across her cheekbone, "You bitch!" She grins, and her
teeth cum apart, for the tip of her tongue to gently brush the point of her
upper lip.

   'Hhhh!'

   "All right," I clapped, "Break it up." I pulled her off.  Martha felt
across her chest, protectively cupping a nipple.  She's not a masochist,
nor does he have much tolerance for pain.  I held the back oo her head,
"Bite me," by the auburn hair.  "NhH!"

   She grinned up at me, ;)B||) Drooled a little, I winked back.  She
pulled the skin down from the end, and held it back tight in her teeth.

   "HhHhHhHH!"

   FAP!  Over her shoulder, bending him over the bed, rubbing it into his
balls.  Hh!  Still hard.

   "Nh!" Her fingers tight around my balls, yanking them down so I stand up
straight.  Tighten my buttocks.  "Uhn!" Jump, and bounce, but it's pulled
down too hard to slap my tummy.

   I might have to fuck Her soon.  She licked her lips.

   "UhhhhhhhN!" Okay, can't really see if she's fucking her tongue up his
ass, but her spit is dripping from his tip, and you know.  He might need
anal stimulation to get hard/off.  "HhuhuhH!" Gasping, chin straight up on
the matress, then a double slap to both cheeks.  I bet he tensed.

   I pulled her hair back, no way I'd be fucked first.  Slapped her face
with it, and pushed her down when her pain turned to rage.

   "All right," I stepped back, rolled, and pinned her to the wall with my
feet on her shoulders when she tried to tackle me.  Low, sweeping for my
knees with her forearms, but I'm too fast for her.  ;) roll out of it,
plant his hip, knee, and step back.  "Might need the bed," pat my sister's
back, and they move before She got up.

   "HrrrRRRAAGH!" I caught her on my hip, twisted, put my shoulder between
her tits, and bounced her off the matress.

   Dove on before she even got rolled over, and side pinned her, but she
slipped out, bonelessly, grabbed my forearm, and bit it, sinking in her
nails too.  So, I forced her head down.

   "GRH!" she shook her bloody teeth, but couldn't escape.  "MH!" Her eyes
slammed shut.  I pulled my hand back from her cunt and gave her another wet
slap.  "MH!" She nodded, so I roughly rubbed her off, before I remembered
the rules.

   My rules.  "Well!" I chuckled, when her jaw relaxed.  "I guess I gotta
fuck you now.

   "No," My sister tapped my ass, with a greasy glove.  "I got this."

   I looked over at him.  He looked up, shrugged, wen back to pulling it.

   "HhhhhK!" Behind me, I absently reached down to brush his little fist
out of the way.  Don't watch her, choking Liggett?  She isn't yet, but god
damn!  I never saw someone else top Her before.  "hN hNh NH!" Double?  Well
4 fingers, a couple knuckles on the ends.  Daaaaaymn!

   Probably blacking it out anyway, I can dig it up later.  Right now I got
a little boy to get off, so I kneel, have to bend my elbow too.  "SMUIP!"
Nice little bubble butt, jiggling in my hands.

   So, I cheated.  Skipped ahead a paragraph, and put a little tingle on my
tongue.  "HhuhH!" He held his breath, grunting and twitching.  "Smpuip!" I
wet my pinky.  Not a drop, but, ooh he's nice and loosened up.  And spitty,
and kissing at my fingertip.  I hold his tip out, the girls stop, to watch.
"Ng!?"

   There's a drop, right on the tip of my tongue.  I lay down.  Take him by
the hips, and pull him over to straddle me.  The girls get up, my sister
still fingering herself, and sandwitch him.  Feeling eachother up, I know
that's Her nails, feeling me out, aiming me, but his knees weakening.

   Shaking, his shuddering gasp.

   Yup!

   ...

   Bottom {GBf.

   m

   Orgy, Anal, Seiz, Poss.}

   I shook so hard it felt like a seizure, my sisters' arms behind mine, or
holding them back, nails scratching my back, and her breasts.  And Martha,
grinding hard, and wet, and hairy in front of me.  Not really sure which
one I imagined fucking me, but it's not like.

   He.

   Is down there.  "UhuhUhUhUh!" Shaking inside me, my teeth so tight, they
hurt, and my toes cramping together.  "Nnnnnyyyrrrrgh!" Then i felt
nothing. Not even numb, just my whole body going away, the whole world,
inside and out, but so hard.  So hard, sticking straight up between Her
lips.

   Relaxing, My hands stopped shaking, and My pounding heart slowed, until
I couldn't hear it any more.

   "Huh!" I got off, stretched.  Reached down, and whipped My thumb out, so
it slapped up in front of Me.  "Well," I helped him up, "Since your the
only one," turned him around, "What ain't got Fucked!" Slapped a cheek,
"Yet."

   Gotta get back.

   Eddy {mB Bond Anal Cons}

   So, I showed him downstairs.  Mom and dad were away on a "Romantic
Weekend," which means going to see the new couple they're banging, but that
means they could stay the night, or 2.

   Used to be a barn.  I mean the whole house, or the main part, not
counting the Garage, and other extentions.  Mom&Dad had the old back door
replaced, and a eck out back, the top part of the roof sloped off over the
garage, but the front still had the steep part, between the windows
sticking out.

   But, it used to have a cellar, so when they gutted it for the remodel,
they put in cinder-blocks, and painted it all black.  Made it dark, and
look smaller, even in there under the 8' dry-walled ceiling.  I pulled the
Key Ginny made, unlocked the Master bedroom, and showed him how the bed
unlatched, to swing to the side.

   Of couse, he'd been down there with Ginny.  Thy took the Camera, so we'd
get to see the movie when they get back, but I put on our dad's.  They're
like us, guess it ran in both families.  Straight, but anal, once they got
past everything that complicates our kind of sex.  It's not gay, that just
makes it even sexier.

   Ever since, well I bottomed hm from the top, "Nhm!" I liked my lips,
while he walked around.  Felt the swede ribbons from a flogger, then let it
fall, to swing from it's hook.  "So," he felt the polished painted 2x4
across the top of the Chair in the middle of the floor.  "What'd'you wanna
do?"

   "Well," I thought, "Fuck of course, but you mean top, or bottom?"
Bondage, eying the cuffs on the arms, and legs.  "Huh!" I felt one with my
fingers.  Ran my hand around the hole in the Bottom, loke a toilet, but
wider.  Over the bolt-in flywheel, and empty arm.

   I always thought, well there's only 1 way to find out.  I stepped up on
the treadle, put my head down, and flipped up on my shoulders.  "Yeah," I
scooched around between the arms, and let my legs down.  He pulled out the
straps, and started tightening them around my ancles, my feet hanging off
the arms.  I giggled, and struggled when he ticled my feet!

   "How's that?"

   "Better'n I imagnined, I closed my eyes, and reached out.  Ipside-down
for is belt, he had to grab the top step off the nesting set, and put it
down, in front of my head.

   "Yeah," he kneeled, and spread his pants open.  Between his legs, I saw
the girls.  Sitting on the stairs, just watching, and feeling eachother's
chests.

   "Hm," He ran it down my chin, and pulled the skin back.  Open on my
lips, I leanded forward, and he let go.  Felt up the backs of my legs, and
"Ugh!" My head swung, pushing into my throat when he slapped me with both
hands.  "Khah!" I shooke my head around, bumped it with my chin, sohe swung
it back and forth, gently slapping around my mouth.

   "HhHHh!" I licked my lips, caught it, and tried to swallow as much as I
could.  It ran down in my nos a little, so I snorted, then his balss were
wet on my nose.  I relaxes around his tongue, digging in, and swirling
around my hymen.  "Hn!" Through my nose, he grunted, and pushed my chin
back with his pubes.

   "Wllllllghahl!" I coughed again, and turned my head so it ran down my
cheek, instead of my nose again.  He got up, all 4" of hard teen flesh
swinging over his balls, draping over my chin, then pressed on my mouth,
and nose.  I sucked them in, and sniffed his ass hairs.  Rubbed my nose
between the bottom of his cheeeks.  I held his hips, but reached around to
bull him in.  Open, rock his hips up so first my nose, then my mouth felt
the tight radiating wrincles of his ass.  I kissed deeply, french style,
but we just showered, and his zipper scraped my forhead.  "Pub!" They
squished around my chin, grinding in until his scrotum slipped up and down
it, and my head swung back.

   Butt, "Oh!" He had both pinkies in, goatee, and wiggling up, and down.
Kind of in circles, but his knuckles brushing the sides, than crushing my
little peter hard, and rubbing them back, and forth.  Then he held it up,
sucked me, ntil my ass quivered, and I had a few dry twitches before some
drops milk out.  Barely cumming, but "Huh!" His tongue rubbed fast, and so
hard i didn't go soft, just humped off the red leather back of the seat,
and felt the cold hand hammered iron rivets dig into the top of my ass. 
"Hhuh!"

   "You got off," I raised my head, to see him grinning down.  Then let it
hang, I could feel my pulse in my face, and my neck was so hot.  So kot,
but I could feel his feet beside my ribs, then his 4" drag down my crack.
His finger and thumb, pulling back ths skin, then his head pressing against
me.  I took a deep breath, then "OuaaAHHHH!" I tensed, "Nh!" Took a ragged
breath, and "Nyeah!" He plled back out, until the skin went taut on top,
then slowly felt the friction of it dragging though my tight moist
sensitive ass.  "Uh!"

   He popped out, and I spasmed again.  "Huh!" Take another breath before
he, "Nh!" HE is inside me again.  Fucking fudge-backer.  "Huh, uh! 
YeahHhH! Nh!  Fuck me, huh, uhuh!  Nh, fasthUH!  Nhm?" Bite my lips, then
just hold on.  Feel my hair fall off, from the scalp.  The top of my skull
just dropping, for me to spill out, splatter all over the floor, or I guess
all over the bent axle on the side of the flywheel.  Down, next to my head.
For something to be clamped on, over the bearing, like that big thick long
black shaft ribbed with veinlike ridges that I probably won't be able to
take for a couple more years, but I'm hard again.  Hanging over my few
short pubes, so he holds it.  In the bottom of his fist, but he's all the
way in now.  Balls drapped over the top of my back, or the tip of my spine,
exposed with my cheeks pulled taut, and spread, the straps so thick, and
rough, and sweaty around my legs, his hands on my heels, rapidly tickling
with his fingers until I'm laughing, and spasiming around his twitching
prick.

   "Uh!" I slammed shut, and gasped from it one more time, then he climbed
down, and unstrapped my legs.  "Whewe!" He had to hold me up, my knees were
too weak, but he layed me down on the bed, and even the girls cuddled with
us until i stopped shaking, and I could breathe.

   He kissed me, "How was that?"

   "The best," i shrugged, and hugged his chest.  "Huh!  Or the worst, I'm
not sure," but it'll be hard to escalate on that."

   "Cummon," My sister got up, and led Martha off by the hand...

   She needs to work on her Pain Tolerance, anyway.

   I just watched, her collared (Just for the scene) the leash looped
through the pully in the floor, with Liggett (Her scene persona) bent over
to straddle it.  And pull her down, face first into her ass.  Then, Simon
got it up, and tied Her down like that.  Wrists to ancles to put his legs
up, bend his knees.  Spreading her open with one hand, and aiming with the
other.  I got up, walked around Her, Fistfulls of hair, forcing Her down
into martha's snatch.

   I was thirsty, and I bet the gang would like some drinks too, when I
came back down from the kitchen.  My sister came back up, in a robe with
the pack of Pyramids visible therough the pocket.  Out on the porch, I saw
her light it, and sigh smoke through her nose.  I took her a beer, then
went in through the patio door, to take the other 2 theirs.

   "Hm," The looked up.  So much for "No Incest," but that's not their
rule. Besides, it's not like there was any bondage, or whatever.  He wore a
rubber, and held her chest.  Kissing her passionately, it actually looked
pretty romanti, until I remembered she's his sister.

   "Huh!" He got up, took one of the bottles, and handed her the other. 
Went soft, and pulled off the rubber anyway.  Ginny came down, and showed
us how to turn on the projetor.  Then we figured out how to hook toys up to
the flywheel.

   |,;';,|_] Once you get it going, you can just reach down to push it on
the side, like a wheel-chair.  My sister took the first ride, since she can
take the most fucking.  She bled a little, said it rubbed most of her hymen
off, but she smiled.  "I'm glad," she sighed, "It felt fucking awesome!" I
bet, looked and sounded like she liked it.

   We had to use the smallest toy, and the extention when it was my turn.

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