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 Okay, Concent is played with, extensively in this one.  That's why I'm
putting it here, but don't assume that doesn't mean possible triggers.

   Pegee {F/b Anal Femi TV Toys}

   "Huh!" He went soft, and slipped out, so I turned around, and, "Are you
crying?" Any thought of getting off again went away.  So, I curled up next
to him, and held him.  "What's wrong?"

   "I think I'm," he sniffed, "Gay?"

   I had wondered, not that he ever looked at men.  But, "You didn't seem
to have any trouble getting it up for me." First time, for both of us, but
now that he mentioned it.  He always hesitated, and I had to make all the
moves.  I slipped the condom out, but it was empty.  So he didn't get off,
just kept gently sobbing.

   "Huh!" more tears squeezed out.  "But the whole time, I tried not to
think about, being inside you."

   "Why?"

   "Because I really wanted to feel you, inside me."

   "You want me to fuck you," of course, that's what he said before.  Why
we went reverse cowgirl, I thought that's what he ment, like when he asked
if I was interested in Anal.  I said "No," because I misunderstood.  It
wasn't a lie, I had no interest in my ass, but now that I knew what he
ment. "Okay."

   He turned, "What?" Opened his eyes, but shook his head.

   "Turn over," I shrugged, "Let's try it."

   "Really!?" He looked so exited, just that expression was almost worth
it. I always liked his ass.  I mean, even before we started going out, he
always came off quiet and nerdy, but wore these tight jeans.  So tight,
they even came up above his ankles, and they called him "High Waters,"
instead of Walter.  Or capris, but when boys wore them, they call them
hiwaters, like "You expecting a flood?" But that's the first thing I
noticed, I always fantasized it flexing, and clenching, like a porn-star's,
but when I saw his little dick I was relieved.  I never had sex before, and
was a little scared by what I'd seen in the magazines.

   But now it was bare, and "Oh!" I tried massaging it.  Like my boobs, I
don't know why, but rubbing, and squeezing them always did the trick,
turned me on when I was alone, and imagining a man's hands on me.  Or
kissing, and letting him feel them, even when I got my first bra, and.

   "Huh!" Like the jeans.  He always wore tight jeans, because he likes the
way they feel?  "How's this?"

   "Mhm?" He nodded, sideways on the pillow, so I sat down, and crossed my
legs next to me.  I'd get off, but this.

   "I love your ass."

   "Me to," he looked up, or his eyes opened, and turned, but his head
stayed still.  "Hhh!  Always, whenever I started playing with myself, I.  I
always play with my ass."

   "And think about boys?"

   He shook his head, "I never, knew what girls looked like." Christian
folks, the sex talk in his family began and ended with abstinence, wasn't
even supposed to jerk off, or have porn.  Even after getting married.  I
went to church, but my dad let us have porn, or use his until I turned 18.
It was kind of scary, which is why I went for little Walter Petersen.  He
liked me, I heard about it from his sister, but he couldn't talk to me, and
he didn't, come onto me, too strong, like the other boys who're interested
in me.  Or the men, that's what I call scary.

   "Huh!  I thought, you're like me.  So, I" shrugged against the pillow,
"Always imagined a dick, on girls."

   "So," I shook my head, "Like a he-she?" {That otta date this one. 
Prototypic slang for a "Shemale."}

   "Yeah," he sighed, "Since you showed me." Mhm?  He couldn't see me nod,
"That was always my fantasy."

   And I saw the strap-ons, in porn and at the store.  Always thought that
that was a gay thing, and I'm not a lesbian.  I mean, I love my pretty
sensitive caring boyfriend, but he's still a boy.  My boy.  "Too bad we
don't have any shemales," I sighed, "You wanna do that?"

   "Hm?"

   "Get a sex-change?"

   He shrugged, "I don't know.  Huh!  I feel like a boy, and I want to be a
man, I just always imagined being fucked, like a fag."

   "So you're a bottom," not the first time I thought so, "But you like
girls."

   "I love you," He half turned, and I sighed.  He said it before, months
ago, but it never got old.

   "I love you too," I kissed him, but his ass fell out of my hands. 
"Here," I layed down, "Put your leg up." More like what I was used to,
feeling down where I couldn't really see, and licking my fingers to get
them wet.  He coughed, spit in his hand, and cupped it.  Behind him, I
moved his fingers, and he looked up at me.  "It takes a lot more spit." He
felt for my fingers, and I felt it.  "Huh!  Just rub on the outside, until
I loosen up."

   I nodded, "Like I do." I rolled my eyes, "With my hymen?" I found that I
didn't have to break it, if I'm careful.  After the drawings in the Health
book, of little perferations, or maybe a jagged tear, but really, it's more
like a dotted line of bumps around it, just inside, but sensitive little
bumps.

   "Yeah," He closed his eyes, and his head sank into the pillow.

   So, it was kinda like my vagina, only not.  And, his ass, but I tried
not to think about, what comes out of there, and I didn't stick my finger
in there, yet.  "Hm!" The rubber is right there, so I tried slipping my
thumb in it, and sucking it.  Not like a baby, like a dick.  I don't have
one, but we can't fool around at his house.  I never met them, for fear of
them finding out he has a girlfriend.

   Papapap!  Well, enough not seeing what we're doing, so I switched
around, and he slipped his fingertip out.  PAP!  He slapped it?  Or tapped
it hard, with his middle finger, but slipped it back.  "Huh!" I guess he
Papped it.

   So, I let go of his scrotum, and tried that.  Pap!  "Uh!" he puckered,
and sighed, so I rubbed it in, and gave it another pap.  "Nh!  I'm ready,
but.  Huh!  Go slow." That was fast, I mean I didn't check the clock, but
it usually took me longer to get ready, "nHN!" He tightened, so I slipped
back out.  "Huh!" It spasmed, "No, keep."

   I touched it again, but it "Looked like it hurt?"

   He nodded, "I like it.  HnH!" He clenched again, but I didn't pull it
out.  I just felt around, and watched his face.  His eyes clenched tight,
but his mouth wide open.  To moan, loud, I covered it before someone came
to see what all the noise was.  I giggled, but he just nodded.  "Mmmmmh!"
His leg fell down, and he shook, squeezing my wrist tight between his legs.
I wiggled my thumb, "Mh hM!" Like a girl, or sometimes when I get off, but
could he really get off, so fast?  From his ass?  I looked down, but it
wasn't even hard.  I had to move his leg, pulled his balls out with my free
hand, and suck the little pearl of pre-cum off.

   I never sucked him off, I tried, but, "NLUK!" I rubbed it on the roof of
my mouth, and popped it open.  "MM!" I tried to suck more out, but tasted
nothing but spit.  And a little salt, he worked up a sweat since the
afterschool shower, but also the greasy lube from the rubber.  Clinging to
my thumb, and squeeking inside him.

   "Mh!" I started fucking, harder, faster, and sucking his bare cock until
it even started getting hard?  "Yeah, ah.  Ah!  Ahhhhhh!" I Twisted, and
pushed his face between my legs, mostly to shut him up, I'm not sure
whether he's bad at it, or just needs to learn, but it sound like he might
start screaming, and his cheeks felt so rough.  Between my thighs, I
squeezed tighter, and started grinding.

   "Hmhm!" I nodded, and he was hard, in my mouth.  My thumb really pumping
in and out now, until he squeezed my face, and started humping.

   "Mn mn mn!  Mnmnmnhn!" Finally, he started clenching, or twitching
around my thumb, and at least I got my first taste of cum.  I loved it,
always thought I would, but I had to pant.  It just drooled out, between my
teeth, in a puddle on his thigh, so I pulled out, and turned to lap it up.
"Sbp!" I spat it on his ass, and the pink ruffle popped back in, squeezing
it in the center, and popping a couple of the bigger bubbles.  I rubbed it
in with the rubber, (Maybe even why it's called that) and he grunted a
couple times from me fucking it in with my thumb.

   "Uh!" It popped out, with a little creampie.  I really should have
smelled it, or something first, but I didn't even think about it.  Until I
tasted it, and felt his ass kiss my tongue.

   Ew, it was bitter.  "Like that?" He just nodded, and hugged the pillow
under his head.

   "Can you give me a minute?" I got up, and washed my hands.  Flushed the
rubber.  He was asleep when I came back.  So, I got my hands dirty again
quick, and got off like I never did before.  Just watching him, curled up
on his side, listening to him snore.  His cute little ass sticking out, and
his fresh fucked little boy pussy, completely satisfied.

   "hhHUH!" The aftertaste, I'm not sure if I could taste it, or just still
remember it, but I got up and brushed my teeth.  Had to go in mom and dad's
room for some mouthwash.  I don't even want to get used to that!

   Pegee [M Mono Text]

   [Your write.  I can get away with this, because mom doesn't read my
homework any more.  So, it's not like a diary, and she won't find it.  And
I like Pegee, you know I love puns.  Also, my teachers don't notice in
class, when I'm done with my work.  I need to keep my grades up, but this
can be my little reward.  It's like in the workshop, those were my first
toys, and nobody bothered me, with the saw going.  So, I could moan, and
scream as loud as I want.

   I love how you re-wrote it.  Our first time, it would be wonderful if I
could cum, and you would fuck me with it.  When I cum, promise me that's
what you will do with it, I tried pissing inside me.  You know how I showed
you with the balloon?  Well, it's not just rubbing it on me, and how tight
it is around the bottom.  It also feels like my ball-bag, and I think I can
get off on it.  But we can't have rubbers, mom would find them, and we'd
get in so much trouble.  And it feels really neat when it blows up in my
ass.

   That would be double!  For the rubbers, and premarital sex, or playing
with myself, she still doesn't know about you.  I'll give you this, after
school before I go home.  She asked me where I was yesterday, and I had to
lie.  She made dad spank me, but she spanks him.  At night, when we're
supposed to be asleep, but I heard them through the door.  I don't know
what he did, couldn't really hear what she was saying, but she sounded mad.
He doesn't like to spank me, which is why he's the best man for the job. 
She can't spank me, she doesn't know when to stop, but dad is good at it.
Just hard enough to teach me a lesson, but too hard to enjoy it.

   You were wrong, he did talk to me about it.  He told me I shouldn't
enjoy it, it's sinful, and gay like playing with myself.  That's why you
can't spank me, it made be remember my mom, and that's why I started
crying. I'm sorry.  I'm not gay, but maybe that's why I want to do such gay
things with you.  You're a woman, but you can play the man.

   "It's just play," he told me.  She wasn't mad, she was pretending, but
it's a game they can play because they're married.  That's not gay, nor
even sinful.  So, I suppose we should be married before we did it, but fuck
the church, and all their sex rules.  Literally, I am so done with it, I'd
rather burn in hell, it sounds more like heaven to me anyway.  Only if you
can be there, and your punishment is tormenting me forever.  I'm sure it
doesn't work that way, we don't get what we want, but that is such a hot
fantasy.

   Literally, of course: Pegee.]

   "Mommy" {Fb Ince Fant.  To be clear, they're not related, but it's a
pseudo-incestuous matriarchal fantasy.}

   "What're you doing in here?" I'd been reading up.  Found the storybooks,
ignored them on their little spinning rack because they don't have as many
pictures, but if you rip the cover, and title page off, they just look like
books.

   He steps back, guiltily, and I slam the underwear drawer, backing him
further.  "What're these?" yank the panties out of the front of his pants,
"Were you playing with them?" Try to smack him with them, but they're light
polyester/rayon satin, so they don't hurt.  "Granny panties," what his
Mother wears, it was his great idea to stay home from church.

   Yeah, he's sick.  It's what I love about him, especially this fucked up
fantasy he has for his mommy.  And I get to play the mommy!  I giggled a
little, and he smiled.  "Wipe that grin off your face," dirty ones.  I got
them really fucking dirty, I mean I took ex-lax, and didn't wipe all day.
Even pissed in them so they soaked through, and let them dry.

   I swear, all his ideas.  I told you he was sick, but he can't lie to his
mom.  Lucky they're not the faith healing kind of christians, or she
would've made him go to church.  "Open your mouth," I pushed them between
his lips, "I said open it, wide!" Pushed a wad in, but most of it hung out.
"Filthy little boy, I should've had another girl." Not like I'm old enough
to be his mother, he'd have to still be in diapers.  "You're all nasty
little perverts, aren't you?"

   I slapped him, "AREN'T YOU!?" He nodded.  Not hard, or too hard, it took
a while to learn just how much is a turnon without hurting him, but he
looked happy, sleepy, like he can't open his eyes, or he'll drift away at
any moment.  Beautiful, really.  He can't hide how he's feeling like this.
I know I never felt anything nearly that powerful.  I'm actually a little
jealous.

   "Wakeup!" I forced him over the bed, and his tightest jeans.  I was
right, he wore them on purpose.  A couple sizes too small, to feel them
tight on his butt, and privates.  And also to be made fun of, he likes
being bullied.  I'll never understand it, but I can satisfy him.  PAP! 
"That's for cumming in my room," PAP!  "And that's for being a filthy
little boy." One on each side, it doesn't take much, but he moaned into the
mattress, between the swats, and took a ragged breath.

   "You all right?"

   He picked up his head, "Yes, mommy." He sighed, not even crying, so I
rubbed right between the pockets, and down to rub his balls in through
them. He doesn't even wear underwear.  Pushed them down, "Knees together,"
spread his balls apart, and gently patted him between them.  "You LIKE
it!?"

   "Uh!  Yes momma, huh!" His head fell, but he started shaking, and
pushing back with his hips to rub my fingers in harder.  I pulled out his
shirt.

   "Get up," pulled him back, "On your knees," he held his arms up, so I
took his hands, and twisted them.  Around eachother, it made the cloth turn
around his wrists, twisting the shirt tight, so I could grab it in the
middle.  "Back up," I stepped back, so he could bend over in front of the
bed, and I could pull the shirt down, between his legs.

   I held his head down, turned sideways on the hardwood slats.  "Uhn!" I
hit him with my hips.

   "Yeah, you little faggot," I swatted him again, and the slap to my
pubes, "Uh!" And my tits, in the bra, or in my hands.  I knew they'd shake
from fucking, but I had no idea how that would feel.  "Huh!?" I hit him
again, on the other cheek.  "I asked you a question," I rubbed his still
reddened cheek.

   "Yes mother," he nodded.  I kicked my shoe off to put my foot up, on his
face.  "Uh!" Slapped his ball bag, pressed flat by the tight crotch of his
jeans, and rubbed the seam in hard.  "HuhHhuh!" He shuddered, and I rubbed
the bare sole hard on his cheek.  Sitting on his butt, high in the air, I
could stick my other foot down, and push my heel between his wrists.  "AH!
Ow that hurts." I stopped.

   "You need a break?" I got up.

   "Yeah," he rubbed his wrists, and shoulders.  "Huh!  Let's not try that
again."

   "I'm sorry," I got down to hold him.

   "It's okay," his elbow went between our hips, so I looked down at him,
unbuckling his belt, and unbuttoning his jeans.  "You think you could fuck
me now?" Hands still twisted up in his black teeshirt.

   "Yeah," I helped him up on the bed, "Let me get the lube." On the
bedside, I picked up the cone first.  It's almost pointed, and tapers out
very slowly from there, but has a narrow neck from where it flares, to hold
it in him.  Also the best for loosening him up, I grabbed one for me too.

   Okay, so I guess it's kind of gay for me too.  He fucks me like a
lesbian, with toys, lube, getting a lot better with his mouth, but he's a
boy.  The impotence thing, I can deal with.  Because I love him, he's not a
drunk, would never dream of hitting me, or cheating on me.  He worships me,
so a little thing like not being able to keep it up really isn't all that
important.

   He can satisfy me, and the nice thing about that is I don't have to do
it.  I can, I like to, but it's just a lot better to lie back and take it,
without having to think about it, and not being able to reach all the best
angles.  And he can fuck me, right there on his momma's bed.  Why I bet
even better than he could with his little dick.  He can use any shape, and
size I can find for sale, and he's starting to get creative in the
workshop.

   So, before you judge him, ask yourselves this, girls: How many of you
can say that about your men?  Even if they're always hard, and make sure
you get off first.  How many can fuck all night until both your arms get
tired?  I'll take that over a pornstar cock any day.

   Pegee {Mb NS.  CfNb Fdom Anal.}

   "Get the fuck out of here,"

   "Um, is;

   "And stay away from my sister." He slammed the door.  Her "Little"
brother, but he's like a sophomore, so still a lot bigger than me.  But, I
know how she comes home, or if she leaves, I go around back, and she climbs
over the back fence.  The neighbors on this side have a wall, so she
climbed up to walk along it, and jump down in the side yard.

   "What was that all about?"

   "I heard," she nodded, but took my hands, and kissed me.  Of course, he
yelled pretty loud.

   "What's wrong?" I reached up to her face, she looked ready to cry.

   "Nothing," she looked away, "I'm fine." So, we walked for a while, but I
could tell she was holding something back.  She wanted to tell me, so I
waited.  "Huh!" she shook her head, looked around but there was nobody
else. "I had a boyfriend before you." She admitted.  "He wanted to have
sex, he's the one that got me into porn," she rolled her eyes, "And, I."
She looked down, and choked up.  Her chin wrinkled, and though she didn't
blink out tears, she tried to.  "I couldn't stop him."

   "He raped you."

   She just hugged me, and I held her chin up with my head.  She sniffed.
"I guess that's why my brother is so protective of me." She reached up, and
I'm pretty sure she wiped her face, on the side.  "Huh!" Sounded like a
hiccup, "He just doesn't want me to get hurt again." She pulled my hand,
"Come on," led me around the block, but she let it go before we were out of
the trees.

   She took me home, back to her house, then I waited in her room until she
was done yelling at her brother.  "There," she came back, "Won't be a
problem again."

   Then she pushed me down on the bed, and held me down, and kissed me, and
ground herself against me until she got off.  Then it was my turn, so she
pulled her toybox out from under her bed.  I just held onto the headboard.
Or I think that's what it is, she has a daybed, so the boards go all the
way around the back.  So, there's no way to tie me to it.

   Her dad knows what we're doing, and he doesn't care.  Says it's normal
for a girl her age, I mean maybe not the bondage, or the toys, but.  He
knows we're having sex.  She's got a box of gloves now, but she's old
enough to buy whatever she wants.  I like the rubber, I mean it keeps her
clean too, but I like how it feels, better than the rubbers, or her toys. I
really like her fingers better, and her thumb the best.

   "Um," I got up, and went in the bathroom.  I douched real good, and
wiped it clean.  "When you wrote, that last one."

   "Uh huh?" she sat on the edge of the tub, "You said how it felt like I
was a lesbian?" She grinned, "Well, I know the underwear, thing." It's not
my thing, "Uh, well I read one of the stories, and it made me think about,
maybe if you could make me?"

   "A lesbian?" I got up, and finally pulled my pants up.

   "Here," I got it out.  "I know you don't want to look at porn," while
I'm here, she'd rather just fuck me, "But while we can talk about it."

   "Forced feminization?"

   "Yeah," I sat down, "It sounds humiliating."

   Administraitor {Mf NS, but it's pretty fucking creepy, so trigger
warnings anyway.}

   She came back, every day.  Now, there's cries for help like that
haircut, then there's her search history.  Not like I intentionally invaded
her privacy, I mostly don't pay attention to the students at work, and when
they're there is when I have the most work, but she printed some things out
from our printer, and I read little enough before she came to pay for them.

   I read her name off the sign-in sheets, "I'm sorry, but how did you
defeat the filters on the school computers?" I held the sheets back.

   "You want to talk?" she looked around, "Where's your office?" I have an
office, but, "This is private," she sighed, and rolled her eyes.

   "Follow me," I pulled the blinds up as much to see out as to prevent
anything happening I wouldn't want seen.  She plopped down in her skirt,
and crossed her legs.

   "Have a seat." I was already reaching back for the arms to roll it under
me.  "Okay, first of all, I didn't do anything to your filters, I used
Usenet instead of Netscape." (Tm)

   "You know Unix?" I don't know Unix.

   "My dad's a programmer.  It's before your time, but he connected this
library to the college network." It was already setup when I moved here.

   "Well I still can't have you using school computers to download
pornographic material."

   "I wasn't, that's an upload.  I just made a copy for my records."

   "Where did you get this?"

   "I wrote it." she shrugged, "You like it?"

   "I haven't read it," I turned it over, face down on my desk.  Held it
down for no rational reason.

   "And it's not porn.  Yeah, it's erotic, but it's more like a memoire, or
a journal."

   "How old are you?"

   "Nineteen?" She shook her head, "You want to see my drivers licence?  So
I got held back, why do you think I spend so much time in the library?"

   "To upload erotic stories?" at least she's old enough to go to those
sites.

   "Research.  That's how I found sites like RAINN." I shook my head, "The
Rape, and Incest National Network?"

   "For, rapists?"

   "Nooooo!" She rolled her eyes even more dramatically, "For survivors. 
That's why I have to tell my story.  It helps me deal with what happened to
me."

   "What happened to you?"

   "Here," she pulled out a paper, an a pen.  Wrote an address on the back,
for the Usenet file.  A long one, from memory, I hoped it was right, and
not case sensitive.  Or exactly how she wrote it, I know enough about
internet files that if it's not exactly right, it won't work, and I'll have
to guess.  "Oh," she wrote her Email address too, "Send me a message, so we
can talk about it some more." She clipped the pen to her vest.  "I gotta
get to class."

   My Brother [M/mg Cove Ince Porn Mole Rape.Text/] {Probably would've
posted it to Literotica.}

   [Well technically my half brother, but it started with Covert Incest. 
My step-father bought porn, and never really tried to hide it. 
Passive-aggressive, but after mom and I had our Talk, he came bye, and told
me some other things, he didn't want her to hear.  He said she was
"Prudish" about such things, but she really was open and honest about the
subject, the one time we talked about it.

   My father was more than honest about it.  He didn't touch me, but he
said I was "Growing up now," so I could touch myself, and start thinking
about men.  Like him, he didn't whip it out, and jerk off all over me
either, but at some point I thought about it enough times that I realized
how inappropriate a lot of the things he said, or the way he said them. 
But he was my dad, maybe not my real father, but I never even saw him, he
left mom when she was pregnant.

   But he started noticing me.  Paying attention to the way I looked, and
bought me clothes.  Said I was "Old enough for big girl underwear, now."
and he didn't tell me to, but I showed him.  The first time I put them on,
it was my 13th birthday, or the weekend before, but he gave them to me
early.  And I guess jerked off when I went back to put clothes on, but he
never touched me.

   But only ever when I was alone with him.  Usually even had the house to
ourselves, but I knew he always wanted to talk about adult stuff.

   But my brother's a couple years younger than me.  So, after he had a
talk with dad, he came to me, and "just" read a porno.  The quotes indicate
that it's wasn't just pornography, it was stories, [Family Touch.] That was
his favorite.  Dad's porn, and wouldn't you knowit, his favorite was the
brother-sister ones!

   And we played, but we didn't really do all those things.  Some of them
sound impossible, and I was bigger than him.  Well, to start, but he got
bigger, and stronger than me.  He only raped me once, then I told him never
again.  It left a scar, I still feel it all the way around.  But the threat
to tell was an empty one.  I'm amazed I was able to even write this.  I
doubt I'll have the courage to share it, even anonymously post it.  But
maybe if I can, it will get me through the shame enough to tell someone. 
Anyone what happened to me.]

   Nelly {Fb Esca...}

   "Uh!" Caught him in the tub.  Another sunday morning, he just quit
going, we'll be out of here before they get back.  Still don't know who
he's going out with, just finally coming to the realization they can't stop
him.  I wonder if they even remember me, I only babysat for them once, and
it was like 6 years ago.

   But I can't get the image out of my head.  Triscuits, and cheese, found
the box and wrappers in his trashcan.  "Huh!" Apparently it constipated
him. And apparently it makes it hard.  Apparently hard enough to push it
back in, curled up in the bathtub, his fingers up between his legs, and
spread asscheeks.

   But he flushed the toilet almost immediately, and now he's running the
hose in the shower.  "Hhhhhh!" I caught my breath, but he wasn't in there
long.  I got up, put my gloves back on.  "get dressed," I gave him a
playful swat, "Let's go out."

   "Cold out there?"

   "Yeah," I went out to smoke first, called "Bundle up," back up the
stairs.  It would probably be a while, give it a couple hours before I get
turned on anyway.  He got started without me.

   Birthday Boy {BfM...  Yeah, strap in, or give up now, because it's
starting to escalate.}

   Well, it was more like a week.  Jesus was born like the week before,
then there's newyears, all of it on winter break.  Turns out I nailed the
semester, and got Honor Roll when we went back.

   First, she got a tattoo.  A black unicorn, I didn't even have to think
"I want a pegasus!" She laughed, and got enough from aunts and uncles to
get some underwear.  That's what she said, "I didn''t wear it!" but tight
jeans under her skirt.  And a vest, and the big long wool coat with the
double row of burgundy buttons in front that flares out like a dress at her
hips.  Belted tight, so we could go for a walk.

   Still snow on the ground.  I wore my new parka, which was like half a
sleeping bag with sleeves, and a hood.  She pushed me down in the snow, but
it just crushed around me, like a paper matchet mold of my back.  And my
arms, crushed down into it with her hands in my elbows.  I
PIFF{Calvin&Hobbes)ed my head back into the snow, and swatted her with both
hands.  And gripped it real tight.  Through her thick wool coat, skirt,
tight jeans, and whatever underwear she had on.  I couldn't feel it.

   She pulled back out of my hands, "Yeah?" She wracked me.  With the hard
bone in front of her cunt, she just pulled back, and fucked into me hard
enough to feel the buttons in my thighs.

   "Uh!" Her mouth covered mine, and I just sank down into the cold dark.

   She got up, lit a cigarette.  "You all right?"

   When I could breathe.  "Yeah," reach out, "Help me up?" I kissed her,
tasted the smoke on her breath.  I'd start smoking when I'm old enough to
buy my own, along with porn, toys, fetishwear, and tattoos.  What kinda
underwear you have to save up for, well I had an idea.  The kind that comes
with hardware, but I couldn't feel it, and I don't want to spoil that
surprise.  I'm sorry, but I couldn't help it!

   We went by the library, it was overcast, and I have this theory that
since fresh fallen snow, and cloud are both nature's perfect diffusers
(Both allotropes of water) they just bounce the same heat back and forth.
And you can almost see the city by the hellish orange glow defracted back
from it.  And I felt warm, the librarian came out, asked how old I was.  I
mean She introduced me, as Her "Boyfriend."

   "Thirteen," today.  I could be a freshman with my grades by now, but
they wouldn't move me to high-school mid-year, and she can't fail again and
get her diploma, so she'll have to get her GED.  Would be nice, to see if
we could get in that Teacher/student fantasy, but maybe we can break into
one of the schools without getting caught.

   "It's all right," he shook his head, "Just thought he would have been
older." And drove off.  I know, because she's nineteen, but we're lucky
enough to have found eachother at all, what're the odds we're the same age?

   "What was that about?" Creepy!

   "I think he likes you."

   "Okay," we talked about this.  "He looks like a child molestor." I'm not
gay, which is what makes it such a Hard fantasy.

   "How big is he?" Fat, he put a cap on over his bald patch, chin-hiding
goatee, and pony-tail.  Okay, the trench-coat could just be the weather,
but, "Stranger-Danger!" We laughed.

   "I haven't seen it, he likes boys." She shrugged.  "So, do you like
him?"

   I kissed her, "Yeah," he's perfect!  Honestly, so's her dad, except 1
he's her dad, and b he doesn't like boys.  Or touch girls, just sexually
harasses them, and fucks her mom.

   He offered us a ride, but She turned him down.

   I know, it's fucked up, and illegal.  I'm sorry, but we escalated so
fast it's hard to come up with something better.  And we didn't know about
that, until we did just that.  Someone really should write a manual, or
something.  1: Don't start with Femdom, and anal when you're 11.  I'll have
to figure out the rest as we go along.

   Nelly {fB...}

   Okay, he figured it out.  He's clever like that, and I probably dropped
too many hints, but I'd still punish him for it later.  Honestly it's
exhausting, satisfying him.  I do it because I love it, but I'm starting to
get worn out.  Ask me a year ago, and I'd say that he'd break first, but he
just seems to get tougher.  He really is, unbreakable it seems.  When you
like pain too much, he'd rather get kicked to the balls then sucked off,
and sometimes I think normal girls in normal relationships have it easy. 
Not that they appreciate it, or don't complain about it, incessantly.

   "When are you gonna get a boyfriend, Nelly?" Of course, to humiliate me,
I'm not the one that turns on.  I guess it gets me through the stress, too.
They got bored calling me ugly, so I guess subtlety is how they escalate.
You get sick of getting called the same names day after day.

   At least he's big enough to fuck now.  He can keep it up, and cums. 
That was a clever accident, waiting for him to make cum to fuck him with
means he has to fuck me, and it's easier to get off then.  I always get
off, I make sure, but after all the work I have to do for him, it feels
more and more like a chore.

   Maybe the rest of our lives is too long.  If I can bear to break his
heart.

   But he has to do the whole party with his family, and it'll be a cheap
birthday again this year, since they spent it all on Jesus'.  That's gotta
suck, how do you follow Jesus?  Is there a tougher act to follow?

   So better make it perfect, without the surprise.  Saves me the trouble
of figuring out the magic-trick, it's not what you call concealable. 
Couldn't even wear it outside, for fear of someone seeing it.  Okay, "Is
that a dildo?"

   "Why yes," strap it on, "But I'm not happy to see You!" It's
uncomfortable, and it covers you up so you can't be fucked.  "Huh!" But I
can get more practice between the mattress, and the box-spring.  I hope I
don't have to do it too long, but I'm getting the hang of it.

   I only got one shot at this, the first time.  And it's his birthday. 
"No pressure." Maybe we can take a break after this?  Or he'll turn out to
be gay, and really like the Librarian.

   But even without the direct stimulation, the slaps against the back of
it, and the waves of momentum in my shaking chest.  "Huh!" I roll over, and
scootch back.  I was going to save Him for him, but "Nah!" I slip it off,
and turn it around.  "Better test it first."

   It occurs to me that the jock-strap design, with a triangular plate
instead of the cup is like a chasitity, but like a jock-strap, it does
absolutely nothing to cover up my ass.  "Huh!" And I don't have to be as
careful back there, and I'm starting to get the pleasure from it.  So, turn
over, and grab the lube while I'm at it.

   No, get up.  After all, it is a butt-plug.  Pretty much exactly what
it's designed for, but not the most convenient angle.  Butt, it's also
mounted to a small plate, so I can hold it down on the mattress, with my
ankles, almost together.  "Yeah," It's got straps, so tie it together.

   I can't help but wonder, what it feels like.  For him, he can't describe
it, but just the blisful look on his face, he says it's like sinking down.
.

   .

   .

   * ^

   Not all of it.  I'm not as big as him, and I have to stop when my heels
touch my ass, but.  "HUH!" Butt.  "Huuuuuh!" I have to lean way back, and
hold myself up, so I can't reach up front, and I wish I thought to tye my
wrists together, because this is intense!  I don't get off, but I don't
have to, I can just balance here, as long as I can, and I feel so full, and
stretched open I "Ah!"

   Have to jump off, and fall over.  Shivering and shaking, like he does,
just from me sliding my greasy hand between his cheeks, before I even start
to work it in with my thumb.  He still loves my thumbs, even now that both
of them aren't big enough to more than loosen him up for one of the big
toys.  He's a big boy, already bigger than me inside, where it really
matters.

   That's another thing I never expected from this kind of relationship. 
1: It's all about him.  2: I have to be controlled, and now 3: It doesn't
break you.  It made him stronger, he pushed down another boy for looking at
me, a bigger one than him, he goes to my high-school!

   It didn't take long to finish with my fingers after that.

   Admin {M Anon +f BM Pros Fant...  I could list them all, but I think you
see where this is going.}

   "So," I picked her up, "You want to report your brother?"

   "For what?" Nice coat.  And she had her hair done, to a shorter, but
more feminine repair job.  It fit under a Red Hood.  I don't know her very
well, but well enough to guess it's intentional.  "Oh!" Doesn't look much
like a bookworm, though.  "Haha, that part was a fantasy.  I mean we acted
it out to get all the details right.  You mean my story, right?  Yeah it's
based on me, but I'm not going to tell my real story on Usenet.  That
room's like wall-to-wall predators, like you!" She grinned.  "Might as well
post a photo, my adress, and a nice schedule for them to plan around."

   "I'm not like that."

   "You payed up on your NAMBLA dues?" She's almost 20, acts like she's 15,
and talks like she's been a hooker for 30 years.  Most of it fantasy, I
would hope, but still.  She's one twisted little girl.  "Whatever you tell
yourself, man.  But to be clear, I'm 19, but you're going to fuck a
thirteen year old boy for his birthday." She showed me where to get the
best porn online.  That should tell you something.

   "Yes, but I'm not really into 13 year old boys." You understand, I just
want to make myself clear.

   "Right, why you work at the high school, instead of the junior high, but
hopefully there won't be any performance issues.  I want this to be
perfect!" Good point, he doesn't go to my school yet.

   I can't say when, but I know that I was already starting to feel like a
victim by then.  I mean, of more than just Blackmail, I haven't done
anything to be ashamed of.  Yet, but you must understand that a man in my
position has a lot to lose just from the mere accusation of something like
statutory rape, and sodomy.  Or just childporn, she had me on that. 
Especially in this state, they have more laws than most, and to this day
break up teenage sexting rings like they're Mafia.

   I just can not say that I have never thought about it.  With an older,
more mature boy.  At that age, I remember my sexual peak, and being able to
get off 3 times a day, at least.  Just people 'round here don't understand
that, and I could conceivably be killed before the Justice system is even
called.  And who knows, maybe when he gets a little older.  He is pretty
cute.

   "Tara" {fM/M NS}

   We picked him up.  He was silent, deep in his head, probably psyching
himself up, but he snuck out.  Got in back with me.  I know he's not going
to just reach across the seat, and touch my leg, but that doesn't mean I
want to sit next to him.  I sat in the middle, so he could look back for
eye contact, but it's hard to describe.  What it's like being in the same
car with a, well I didn't know the words.  I thought "Child Molestor" but
really he likes hunky chickens, maybe 16-20.  Young men, still just
learning about being men, and gay with teenage libidos.

   Right, teenage libidos, why I finally admitted I need help.  I can't
satisfy him myself.  "Huh!" I got out, pointed out a space, waving my dad's
credit card.  We had a talk.  When I said it was inappropriate for him to
buy me things, I didn't mean for him to stop.  And he'd already bought me
so much he doesn't want me to show mom, and I had receipts.  Not all of
them, but I'd been taking care of the shopping for a few years too.

   And that's gotta suck, paying for a mistress, and barely seeing me in my
underwear a few times.  But that's what you get for being a perv.{Tank
Girl}

   I showed him my ID, fake anyway.

   "Sorry, Tara." he looked back and forth again, "You just don't look 23."
Well, I'm not using it to buy alcohol.  Just gave him the wrong one, but I
guess it's cool he got the wrong name.  He gave it back.  Kinda cute
really, I wonder when he gets off?

   ;) But I turned away, went out the door, and unlocked the room for them.
All the way on the end, for some reason not a popular room, never been in
it before.  Okay, I guess I'm a bit of a stalker, but I really just went
out to find the perfect place, and this one's a dive.  Hookers use it, all
the time, and with all the blackmale lately, it's a bit of a 1-up.  I got
to get my fantasy in too, and teenage hooker's one I haven't actually done
yet.

   With a dirty-old-man, and my boyfriend, you know what he's like. 
Playing their little after-school special, and creepy uncle, respectively.

   "Huh!" he sat on the corner of the bed, "Here's how it works, have a
seat." He's not submissive all the time.  Pretty much just with me, alone,
so far.  I hope I don't get jealous, but that's another thing about getting
a pathetic disgusting loser.  It's hard to get jealous of him, with all the
pity.

   Well, I was getting hot, and tuning out him laying down The Law.  So, I
went out for a cigarette.  Okay, maybe he could hurt him, my money's on my
piggy, before I burst in the door, and get him from behind.  I guess it's
also a test, but I don't want to break out the coat yet.  "Huh!" Still
sounds like calmly talking.  There's a lot of rules, I know, we took months
to write them, but I'm still so excited I'm hesitating.  I'd still go
through with it, even if we hadn't already gone too far.

   And to stop it now would probably be violent, involve the cops, probably
get in the news.  "Huh!" I grinned.  Okay, the secret is so erotic, a part
of me wants to see how much I get away with before it blows up and everyone
who thought they knew me finds out how wrong they've been all these years,
but until then, I better pad out my score.

   He came out.  "Need a light, or something?" Held out a cigarette.

   "Don't smoke," he shook his head, "It's bad for you." He blew in his
hands, so I lit it off my, second one, I think.

   "Then what're you doing out here?"

   "I don't know," he shrugged, and put them in his pockets.  "He said that
he was going to take a nap, and when I came back.  He didn't say when to
come back."

   "Hold this," I handed him my cigarette.  "Yeah, cup your hand over it
like this?"

   "Why?" He did.

   "Now the other one," he pulled it out of his pocket.  "He wants you to
molest him in bed." I held his hand up, "Take a drag.  You don't have to
inhail it, just hold it in your mouth, and blow it out.  Remember, this is
his fantasy.  And don't ruin it." I got up on my toes to kiss his cheek. 
"Not yet," I had the keys anyway, "Let him wait." I ment to finish my
cigarette, but then I couldn't wait.  So, I put it out, and let us in.

   Bottom {f Voye...  Mb-B.  Virg Pseu Gays Mole Fant Anal Domb.}

   I cracked my eyes, but she sat by the table in the corner.  The door
shut, and it was almost dark again.  Not much came in over the air
conditioner, behind the drapes, but I closed my eyes.  He looked back, but
I closed them before he turned back to see me.

   'hhhhhhhhhh..." Pretending to be asleep.  We recorded ourselves,
snoring, dreaming, mumbling.  I could listen to her, at home in my bed, but
we both also learned how to fake it real good.  I've done this, so many
times with my big "Sister," but.

   I could smell the smoke on his clothes, and he's a heavy breather.  I
don't even know him, so a Stranger.  Broke in, or better yet I got my own
room for my birthday trip, but the dirty old man behind the counter has all
the keys.  He can get in any room, and he just couldn't resist the cute
little boy.  Since he saw me, all he could think about, watching our rooms
across the lot until I turned off the light, and the TV to drift off to
sleep.

   I should have left the TV on, so I can see him better.  Maybe a porn,
not that I need it, I feel so hard, and the covers so heavy on it.  Right
there, just sticking out.  Front and center, can't miss it...

   ..

   "Hhuh!" Try not to.  "Snort!" to cover it up, 'Hhhhhhhh...'

   His hands shakes, but now he knows I want it, so he touches me again,
and oh god it feels so sick I want to crawl out of my skin, and my pulse
thumps in my head.  "Hheah!" I grind against it.  He pulls back, but I grab
his hand.

   "Get it out," I can't take much more anticipation, "I want to see it!"

   She's so thoughtful.  Just turns on the TV, puts it on Skinemax, and
sets the remote back on the table.  "Can you mute it?" She just turned it,
and pushed the button.  "Oh!" I looked up, and grabbed it.  Sniffed, "Nice
and clean!" Well, shaved.  Probably today, not even stubble.

   "Rubber's on the beside table." She didn't say anything after that. 
Lube too, I didn't unpack the toys.  He pumped it to keep it hard, but it
was smaller than half my toys, and it was real.  A real dick, right in
front of me, bigger and closer than I can get mine.  I guess I started
fantasizing about sucking myself first, but when that didn't work.  "Wolk!"
I practiced with toys, her strapon to get it wet.  "Wlgh!  COCK!" The good
spit.  "PBT!" I slicked it on with my lips, and felt back to tickle his
rubbery wrinkled hairless nut sack.

   "HhahhlL'mn!" Suck it in, and roll it between my lips, pinched with my
teeth, and "pB!" Watch it snap back.  "Hah!" Gasp in another deep breath,
and pull it back down.  So thick, and warm, and rubbery with the greasy
medical tang of the packaging lube.  "Ah fuck yeah!" I held my breath, and
quickly shot off.  Up my belly, in his rapidly stroking fingers.

   He told her, he'd never done anything like this before.  Of course not,
money for sex with teenage boys, but he knew how to jerk me off!  You can't
tell me he learned it on himself, standing over the bed, getting sucked on
like that, but I scooped up as much as I could, and rolled over to put my
leg up.  PAP!  "Uhn!" Don't loosen up too much.  We unwrapped her present
early, I still hadn't snapped back from last night.  Or technically this
morning, she waited till midnight to push it into me, and spank me with the
base-plate.

   She has such great taste in underwear.  "Come here," I pulled him down.

   "Allready?"

   I got up, "Yes, now." I wanted to throw him down, "Lay down, and let me
fuck you now, or try to get out before we call the cops."

   He kept it up though.  I sank onto him, and fucked him a while before he
went soft.  Okay, there's the smoothe greasy tackiness of the rubber, but
then there's the stickyness of my cum, against it, and the tight ring of my
hymen.  It's over far too quickly, but It's okay, I'm satisfied.  "Huh!" I
caught my breath.  Feeling him go soft, and crawl out of me.  inch by
bloated rubbery inch slower than I could ever move my hand.  "HuhuhuhuhUH
UH!" Yeah, I'm satisfied.

   "All right," She stood up, and clapped, "Bathroom's right there,"
pointed, "Better get cleaned up."

   He closed, and locked the door.  Then came to bed.  "Oh," she felt me,
"Already hard again?" I just lay back, she didn't waste any time getting a
rubber on me.  On a second cumming, I can hold out.  Make sure she gets off
first.  She didn't until the bathroom opened.

   "Uh!" he saw us, "Yeah!" Passionately making love after that sick
fucking scene.  She had her eyes closed, because she didn't have to fake
it. But I saw him, he looked uncomfortable.  Like he wanted to say
something, but he just left.  I held off until the door closed, then I
could get off.

   "OhhhHhHH!"

   She caught her breath, and got off of me.  "Hh!" she looked around for
her cigarettes.

   "Did you bring it with us?" I sat up on my arm.

   "What?" she picked up her bag.

   "The strap-on?" It's still my birthday, and she's so much bigger than he
was.

   "Hh," she pulled it out, "Yeah." Shook her head, untangling the straps.
"I like the plate," it's cold, "But what I really like is you have your
hands free, so you can hold me."

   "Gently?"

   "Well," I shook my head, "Hold me down," rolled back over, "This time."

   "All right," she sighed again, "I guess I'm not getting off easy
tonight." But she did do it gently to start.

   "Nh!" So big at the bottom, but I clenched my cheeks to rub around it.
"Nyeah!" I rocked my hips backand forth, but I forgot.  What I really love
is her up against me.  Across my back, and all the way down to her hips. 
"Hah!" She doesn't even have to pull it out, just move it around in me.  I
didn't even have enough left to squeeze out a pearl, but she didn't pull
out until I was completely satisfied.

   "That enough?" I nodded, against the puddle for drool in the comforter.
"Hah!" She just opened the window in the bathroom, and stood on the tub. 
She had the fan on.

   "Tara" {Mf Pros NS}

   So, I had to take the keycards back.  Well, I didn't have to, not like I
cared about the extra charge on my dad's card, but that cute guy was gone,
and some old lady was working.

   "Hey," but when I came out, "You a pro?"

   "Not yet," I shook my head.

   "Why not?" He grinned, "I bet you could make some good money."

   "Never really had the chance." I shrugged, "Why, you know someone?"

   "Let me get your number," he shook his head, "You never know what
chances might turn up."

   "How much money you talking about?"

   "Idaknow, I'd pay like, $200.00 for all the way."

   "That what the regular hookers here charge?"

   "I don't know," he shrugged, "I never asked any of them.  They're like
nasty hookers, but you're not like that, are you?"

   "Not yet," and I don't want to be.  Ever.  But, "There's my boyfriend,"
he got the car.  Learner's permit, but it was only around the block, and I
had to check out the room.

   "How old is he?" He squinted through the headlights.

   "None of your fucking business." I wrote my email on his arm, though. 
[$250.00=ATW] "So," he scooted over, so I got in.  "How was that?"

   "Fantastic!" he giggled, "I still feel, so wonderful inside.  But after,
that was the best sex ever!"

   "It was pretty good," I have to admit.  "You wanna get a younger, maybe
more attractive guy next time?"

   "Yeah," he nodded, "I think I'm turning gay!' He giggled, "We totally
have to do that again!"

   So now to find a bisexual guy.  Or maybe a gay one, still so much we
hadn't done yet.  But we're still young, yet.

   "Peggy?" The only one who ever called me that.

   "You're gay."

   "Yeah, I think the fantasy of playing straight was great, and you know I
love you,"

   "But you need a man." I nodded, blinked out tears so I could drive. 
"It's okay, me too."

   "So you're not a child-molestor?" Like he thought, he ever imagined, I
even could be?

   "Hhuh!" I shook my head, opened my eyes.  At least drop him off first, I
don't want to kill him too, "I love you too, but no." Shake it hard this
time, "I don't want to be with any more boys," I mean it.s "Or ever have
kids." Of my own, too much work.

   "Me neither."

   "What changed your mind?"

   "I'm afraid of what it might do to them."

   "You wouldn't molest them," he's not like that.

   "No, but after seeing what your father did to you, I don't think that's
enough."

   "You're probably right," I pulled his head over to kiss it.  "Huh!  So
we're breaking up."

   "Well, we don't have to break it.  I still love you, but can we grow
apart?"

   "See other people?"

   "Of course, but there's still one more present."

   Well, it was almost new-years.  "We'll have to go to your place to
unwrap it."

   "Uh!" Thank god we're almost there, I really didn't want to get caught
speeding, and talk to the cops.  Again, I showed him my ID, and Walter
really was in the bath when they got there.  So, there wasn't technically
anything illegal, they knew about.  Stupid old bat thought I was a
prostitute.  "Huh!"

   Yeah, I could probably use the money.  It's denial, I know that.  Pretty
much destined for it, no need to put it off while I'm young.  But I
couldn't do that to him, and lying to him about it would drive me insane.
What else am I going to do with my life?

   "But not a chickenhawk like him.  Not so old, and fat."

   "And hairy."

   "Oh, you can start shaving again," he guessed, "Huh!  You're never hairy
enough, hihihihin!  He had it on his belly!"

   I saw, "And you liked that!?"

   He nodded, "Yeah, but it would've been better if he was more muscular.
Yeah, I want a hunk."

   And I should have known he would escalate past me.  "I'll see what I can
do..." For gay, or possibly even bisexual men.  And finding them, with the
pervasive environment of homophobia.

   "While I'm dreaming, might as well throw in a pair of tits." He laughed.

   "Well I doubt I can arrange that." Any more than I can grow a dick.  Or
get a sex change.  I would do anything else for him, I'm sure of it, but I
finally learned my limits.  "Thank you." I kissed his head again.

   "For what?"

   I just stopped in the driveway, with the lights, and the engine off.  To
hold him in the porchlight.  "For everything, for being so smart, and
understanding.  For teaching me to make love, I had to learn that, and you
never hurt me.  Thank you so much for not hurting me." I cried, but it was
beautiful.  And that was before he showed me what he made for me.

   Walter {B-m Tran, f-"m" Pseu Tran Toys.}

   "Ahah!?" her eyes went wide, and she did that big grin with her teeth
apart.  I found a scrap of velvet from my mother's sewing dress, it was
green from her Father Christmas's robe, but there was enough to line the
box, and it really set off the pink ribbon I tied in a bow around it. 
"Well," she held it up, "It's a cock, but this end." It took me moths of
feeling inside her to get the shape, and angle right, but I think I made it
perfect.  Only one way to find out, which is why I wanted to put off
breaking up.

   "Buttplug?"

   I shook my head, "That side is for you.  You want to try it in?"

   "Front," she frowned doubtfully, "Or back?"

   "Well, your vulva, it's look pretty silly pointing out the back."

   "Hhhhuh!" Her tummy flopped out.  She looked down.

   Of course I didn't realize all this time I was trying to make her a man
until it was o late, but I'd already made it.  So, "Does it fit?" It
probably wouldn't in anyone else.

   "Ahah!" She swung it, back, and forth between her thighs, then gave it a
couple experimental strokes.  "You want to try it?"

   "What I made it for," I grabbed the lube.  Or a he-she, shemale I guess.
It's not really that big, but I sized it to look right on her.  I looked
back, nodded.  It did.

   {Yeah, I actually kept the explicit physical descriptions to a minimum.
In character, for various reasons.  Denial's totally a thing, but for the
reader because it's more about the characters, their relationships, and
your imaginations.

   Oh, and today totally is my birthday, but I'm several times the lucky
number thirteen.}

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   .

   .

   Corey {M Voye Stlk Solo...  M Anal Auto.}

   "Hehn!" His name isn't Otto, but I tried to be quiet, and not fog up the
window.  I guess it's a joke, he's got a band.  Garage band, I guess. 
Heavy Metal drummer, plays college parties, but he's also a weightlifter.
Freeweights, mostly.  The broken nautelsque machine across from the bench,
and weight racks.

   He moved the mirror, I guess to watch his form, or development, but
kissed his bicep, and grinned at himself on each curl, then turned to the
other, lifting the other dumbell.  Stuck them both out.  Straight out, and
from the side I saw his tummy tighten.  His butt dropped back, and the
thick shelf on his chest tightened up.  Even heard him grunt before
dropping them by his thighs.

   He jacked off, just dragged the antique looking mirror stand up to the
foot of the bench, sat down, took a drink of something from the tumbler,
and tilted it down on the legs.  Oval, between 2 carved posts so it pivots
in the middle.  Leaning back, his arm up, unlacing the front of his shorts.
I slipped my zipper down slowly, but didn't feel inside until I saw it.

   Almost hard, but so much bigger, I rubbed the front of my shorts.  While
he pumped it, and turned.  I ducked below the sill, but his eyes were
closed, and I saw his taut tummy rise as he took a long deep breath.  From
his armpit, I wish I could smell it, but lick my lips remembering.  The
little sniffs I caught standing next to him, or when he walked past. 
"Hmh!" Close my eyes, but then I hear him grunt.

   He moved.  Up-side-down, but the mirror is tilted further, and the back
is still up on the bench.  He's got the heels of his shoes over the bar,
but it spit from his pumping hands, and stripes down his body.  Tightening,
flexing, and grunting with each shot.  I relax, sigh, and feel my own
twitch out.  He catches his breath, wiping his belly hairs, and licking his
fingers.

   Dropping his trunks, I watch his tight ass all the way to the door under
the stairs.  Then he's gone, to take a shower.  Doesn't lock the door
though.  The garage door doesn't open, or I've never seen it up, but I can
hear the water running.  Sneaking across the floor to pick up his discarded
trunks, and smell them.  His sweat, none of his manjuice on them, but "Uh!"
His sweat.

   The water stops, so I flee before he dries off, and comes out in a
towel. "Huh huh huh huhuhHhHhH!" I run, back home.  But go straight to bed,
and dream of him all night.  I wouldn't steal from him, like his shorts,
but, I can still almost smell him, clinging to my nose.  "Hhnh!" Well, I
know what I'll dream about.

   "Otto." {M Myst}

   "The fuck?" The water's out.  So, I get back, troubleshoot the
connections all the way back.  Downstairs, nope still open.  "Huh!" it's
dark, so I go around to turn the light on, and back to look between my shed
and the fence.  At cinder blocks, up on the hose, or pushing it down in the
dirt with a board across them.  And, what looks like dried wet spots, on
the top of the bench, and the clapboard siding.  Well it's right below the
window, like a low shelf, but just about the right height to kneel on.

   I went back in, opened the window, and turned of the light.  Before I
turned on the blacklight, then stuck it out, and looked down.  Yeah, "Wow,"
when was the last time it rained?  Looks like I have a secret admirerer!

   Check out the fence, there's only maybe a couple 1/4" gaps between the
slats, and a small knothole poked out, but I just put the fence up for
privacy from the campground/longterm trailer park.  I found the problem. 
Scooted the cinder-blocks, and kicked the hose back between them and the
siding.  Finger-tightened both connections, and went back in to check the
hot-water.  That fixed it.

   So, I went up, and looked out my back window.  Right over whoever's jerk
spot.  His, I guess.  I'm no expert on girls, but they don't usually leave
spots like that.

   Trailer-park side, I wonder if he can see in my window, or.  Back up to
my bed, and drop my jeans.  Pulled tight around my boots, I spread my knees
with the backs across the top of the mattress, and pull my pillows down. 
To prop my head up, look in the window, and see my reflection there. 
Around my cock, hold it up like a mask, and imagine his face.  Watching me,
his eyes going up and down with my fingers.  Slowly, rubbing the skin up,
and down the soft bloated ridge on his side.

   All I know is he's too old to be shooting blanks, and I guess likes to
watch me work out.  No doubt jerking off too, it's part of my workout,
before and after if I can.  I think it makes it work better, something to
do with Testosterone, which is like a steroid.  I can't argue with results,
it sure pumps me up more, and I feel awesome when I'm done.  Hear it's high
protein too.

   And yeah, it's kinda gay.  Look, I don't have sex with guys, or anyone,
but when I started getting it up all the time, there was only one person to
satisfy me.  Then I started growing up, and was delighted by all the
changes.  Growth, my voice, hair.  I write songs about it, "Otto." You get
it, I'm auto-erotic.  Gay for myself, I guess it's self absorbed, but I
think it's better than feeling bad, and harming myself, or going out
looking for someone else to abuse me.  So it's not that bad.

   But you know, I can't do it all myself, and I wonder what he looks like.
Kinda wish he wasn't such a coward, but now I know, and knowing is half the
battle!  "Huh!" I can look straight down though, see him when he comes to
watch me.  I don't really have that much of a schedule, but every night.  I
go to bed, fresh from the shower, satisfied and tired, sleep so well with a
good load of nutrients to keep growing.  I'm not perfect, yet.

   But I'm good enough for him, obviously.  And I can't help wondering who
he is.  I probably know him, could be anyone, but it's not a great big
neighborhood, and he thinks he knows me.  I wish he did, have the balls to
come and say hi, or something.  But I'm closeted too, okay it's a big
garage with a loft over it, but.  "Huh!" I don't really have a bathroom,
just a shower, and toilet under the stairs.  Jerry rigged hoses from the
laundry room, and an extension cord to a 6=pack splitter.

   "Huh!" I catch it in my hand, and cup the hot mess over my knobb. 
"Yeah!" jacking off is foreplay, now I'm nice and slick, and sensitive. 
`hhHH!" Hunching with the surprise tickles, I grab a dental dam, lick it
for the tangy taste, and stick this thick stretchy rubber patch in my palm
before it goes soft.  "Uh!" It swells in the tight pinch of my finger and
thumb, and grip it.

   "Hhhuhuh huh uH!" It crawls back, inside the skin, slimy and wrickling
with the contraction.  I squeeze it down to my middle finger, then ring,
slipping the thumb over the knot bunching up on the and, and pushing it
inside me, past my pinky, so I flatten my hand, and rub it in hard until my
pubes crackle out, and curl back, damply.

   "Huh!" I carry the lube down, and push the press/squat bar up, pulling
the pins for the weights.  Selecting a nice long tapered crosscut ribbed,
and slotted toy, and mounted it to the plate U bolted to the padded T bar.
The leg extension removed, I just let my head hang off the end, and
scooched my shoulders to support my neck.  "Kuh!?" A little pop between my
shoulderblades, I relaxed my quadriceps, let the bar down, reaching up, and
spotting my reflection to feel the tip, and bend it toward me.

   .

   .

   .

   I squeezed the bulb of lube, let the tip just slip out, and fall to the
floor.  Letting the light weight down, I could have strapped my ankles in,
but instead I rolled the balls of my feet down to grip it on my toes, and
held my knees up on my hands.  "nH!  Relax, try to push it out, which just
bubbles up my cervex, and stretches it around the almost point, bulging out
to the top of the ridge, and mouth of the trough on the underside. 
Twisting around, counter to eachother, the first gap cut diagonally through
the ridge like a ruined dam.

   "Uh!" I gripped my calfs, tight enough for some of the hairs to pull,
but gravity's a bitch.  Relentless, She doesn't stop, and my knees are too
weak to hold Her back indefinitely.  "hUH!" Catch my breath, relax, don't
have to hold it up with it buried in me.  Scooch my hips back and forth a
little, and get comfortable.  Blood thumping in my bloating forehead.  Pick
up a towel, a little gritty, but dry.  Huh!"

   Look back, to see the dying twilight.  Fading to red, and orange on
scattered fluffs of cumulostratus, just blowing over, but scorched by the
setting sun.  And the hairline, parted to a cowlick on top, spiraling out
like the heard of a sunflower, possibly to a bald spot, when he's older. 
Young, judging by the top of his head.  He can't be much longer, but I feel
twitching growth.  My cock sock rolling out, the head bursting free to the
cooling evening air, and drying.  I raise my head, look back, purse my
lips, and "WHHHHHHH!" Shiver a little, and rub my calfs.

   And roll my heels over the taped on towel, planting my soles to
withdraw, and hunch.  "Huh!" It crashed down, but my hips were out of my
way, and I caught myself, on all 4rs.  "NghuhH!" Spasm, and gape, popping
out the arch to pull up, shaking in something resembling some yoga posture
or another so it finally tightens, and clench it in.  "Hh."

   He scrambled over the fence before the window went up.  "Huh!" Long deep
breath of fresh air.  "Snhhhhh!" Another through my nose.  Kerosine, and
woodsmoke smell of a barbeque, no seared fat, so they hadn't put the meat
on yet.  "Yeah," I could go for steak.  And eggs, no gravy, or fried
breading.  A nice ribeye seared with a fat red ring around it.  After a
shower.

   "Yeah," maybe go out.

   Corey {MM Cons}

   "Hey," uh, "You're the local handyman?"

   "One of them," he wipes his hands.  "This is like tinkerton," unofficial
name for it, "I'm the only one that calls it that.  Why, you need something
fixed?"

   "Well, I guess I'm kind of a tinkerer too, and I don't know anyone in
town, so I thought I'd look around."

   "Why aren't you in school?"

   "Oh, I graduated." Not to mention, "And it's summer." Not in summer
classes either.

   "Well, I'm not in school, and I don't follow it." He looked doubtful. 
"How old are you?"

   "17?" I nodded.  "No really," I got out my wallet, "Almost eighteen."

   "In August," so a couple months, he handed it back.  "So what brings you
here from, Omaha?"

   I nodded, "Just one last trip, around the country.  With my folks,
they're RVers."

   "You're staying next door," he nodded at the fence, "How long you been
here?"

   "Couple weeks," I thought, "Week and a half, since last tuesday?" So ten
days, in a few hours.

   "Well, not a lot of sights around here, unless you like scrapyards, and
recycling plants."

   "I do," though, "You can find anything there." Okay, I recently took an
interest.  "I'm a mechanic, well not a certified mechanic, I mostly know
the ford straight sixes, and carburetors, but we've got a garage full of
tools back home."

   "Yeah, you can find just about anything here, but I don't have a lot in
the way of spares."

   "You live with your family?" Not much yard, but then he had his own
building, and there was lots more around.

   "It's our land, used to be a storage lot, but mom's ill with emphasema,
another bought of pneumonia might kill her, and pop's not well enough to
take care of himself.  If you don't mind me asking, why'd you come here?"

   Shrug, "Bored," and lonely.  "Huh!  I saw all the keep-out signs, and
the local kids tried to dare me, or scare me into jumping the fence.  Are
you some kind of artist?" With absolutely nothing that even suggests that,
outside.

   "I've done some, Insulations, and, performance art." but they're
artistic, tasteful.

   "Porn." He looked up, "They did mention porn."

   "I don't know what, Jesse and them?" His father owns and runs the lots.
So, I nodded, "Whatever they told you, I don't make or distribute porn to
kids.  I barely know them, and you already found out they avoid this place.
It's a joke, not much to talk about around here, so they even make up
scandals."

   "Sex scandals?" I leaned up, next to his garage door.  "Would you rather
talk about this inside?"

   "Are you hitting on me?"

   "Well," I half shrugged, "I don't know what to believe, but rednecks
like them usually assume gay first, and don't ask questions later."

   "Well," he unlocked the door, "I'm not gay."

   He clipped them back onhis belt.

   "What are you then?"

   "Huh!" he sat down on the weight bench.  It's hot, and dry. 
"Autoerotic, if you know,"

   "Like Otto, in your band?"

   "You heard of us?"

   "I saw you play, at a college party." Well, a trade school, and nearby
Army/National Guard Air Station/Recruitment center.  "First night after we
got here."

   "Where are your family, anyway?"

   "Oh, we broke down.  Snapped an axel or something mudbogging with the
locals." We travel to do stuff, more than just see stuff.  "I'm gay," just
so you know.

   "Congratulations.  Look, I'm not used to little girls hitting on me to
begin with, but especially being seen with prostitots with a clever fake ID
trying to live out, some, weird, fantasy."

   "Huh!" I rolled my eyes, "I'm not really a girl.  I mean I am, but I
wasn't always a girl."

   "You're transgender?" He sat up, and looked interested?

   "I was, now I think I'm transexual?"

   "What's the difference?" he shook his head.

   "Huh!  Well, first I had to deal with my body.  I was lucky to get
diagnosed, and my family came around so I could transition through
high-school, but now I'm a `Tomboy.' Or that's the identity most people
accept the easiest."

   "That's why you look so young?"

   "Hormones?" I nodded, "Well, I guess.  They had to stop me growing up
like a man first, so I was a late bloomer.  I didn't really start until I
was 15.  Then, I stopped taking them, and, started.  Huh!  Recently, I
started having sexual feelings."

   "For boys."

   "Men." I shook my head.  "I don't like boys, hated being one."

   "But you still like boys stuff?"

   "Well, I played with my older brother, and them.  He had friends, so
yeah.  It's not like a switch, I don't go from being a boy to a complete
woman.  I tried to be as feminine as I could, but stopped before it got
insane?"

   "Insane how?"

   "Suicidal thoughts, and castration fantasies?"

   "So you're pre-operation."

   "No, I decided to keep everything.  The leftovers, I'm even learning to
enjoy them."

   "Autoerotically?"

   "Yeah!  Huh!  It's not like I have anyone else, or iIdon't know anyone
like me.  So, I make love to myself, it's actually therapeutic for my self
image."

   "But nobody else."

   "I've fooled around," I shook my head, "But I've never had a man," make
me a lady.

   "Well," He got up, and headded to the stairs.  "Huh!  I alway imagined,
being with a, well someone like you."

   "I like tomboy, or Ladyman."

   "Okay, not a lot of transeuals come through here, ain't any in town I
know of, and I don't really go to drag shows or pride."

   "Why not?"

   "Crowds, mostly.  Too many people freak me out, and that's a pretty
freaky crowd."

   "You're pretty freaky too."

   "Yeah, in private.  I'm also a very private person."

   Upstairs was like an attic, except for the carpet, paint, and bedroom
stuff.  Dirty clothes all over the place, probably has to gather it up for
laundry.  I smelled, the smells.  I think It's wonderful, but he's a grubby
guy.  A slob, even in this "Tiny home." The roof let you, or him stand up
in the middle, but not much out to the sides.  There's a window on each
end, like one over the stairs, and another by the fense.  If I stand on it,
I could reach the sill.

   "That what kids call it these days?"

   I nodded, "There were always minimalist homes, efficiencies, but now
there's a growing trend."

   "Like your, trailer?"

   "Mom and dad have a pull out, for the truck bed, but I have my own
trailer.  Or it's my bedroom, also the living room, it's got the shower, so
I share it during the day.

   "Hm," he sat on the bed.  "I'm sorry I called you a prostitot, I really
like your outfit, I just felt cornered."

   "I understand," waved it off, "Huh!  you're a hermit, but don't you get
lonely?"

   "You like looking in windows?"

   "Not, huh!  I don't cruise around, peeping, but yeah.  I saw you, and.
Huh!  you really have a terrific body."

   "Thanks," he looked down, shrugged, but grinned to himself.

   "No false modesty, but what's with the mirror?"

   "Huh!  I'm not a narcissist, but I had issues too.  So, it makes me feel
better about myself, getting pumped up, and.  Yeah," long depressive sigh,
he shrank a little, spanking down with his arms on his legs.  "It's kind of
like having someone else, watching, and masturbating for me."

   "Okay," so I pulled out my shirt, unbuttoning it.  "So you wanna watch
me?" He grinned, and nodded.  "Play wih myself!?" He scooted back, unzipped
his boots before he pulled his feet up on the bed.  "You like my tits?" I
squeezed the light linen blouse over them, to make them bulge out in the
middle.

   "Yeah," he grinned with his mouth open.  Great teeth.  "Huh!  You know I
always imagined girls with dicks?  I mean, before I realized they're
different, I never even saw one in her underwear, so I didn't know they're
differnt."

   "Well," I unzipped the side of my shirt.  "Here's your chance to see
one."

   "Huhhh!" He just grinned.  To himself, but his eyes followed it.  So
hard, I just wagged it to watch his head shake back and forth.

   "It's pretty cute," he nodded.

   "Like I said, they put me on hormones before, well I turned twelve, so."
Not a lot of development.  I pushed the front of my panties down, then let
the elastic go.  To hold it up tight, and bunch the skin around the end. 
Shoes already kicked off, he unbuttoned his tight cutoff shorts, and yeah.
Dead giveaway, daisy dukes, on a broad flat bony muscular man.  He slipped
them down, and pulled up his knees with the girlish grace of a dancer.

   He talks manly.  No falsetto, or lisp, even grunt conversationally. 
Manguage, he speaks it well, and while a little pretty.  It's a manly
pretty, even in panties, the seat pushed out by the teardrop base of a
buttplug.  A bottom, a deep bottom, most of his toys bigger than I want to
imagine.  Ever, since I basically stopped growing.  "Huh!" I'm petite, but.
"Huhhhh!"

   I'm practically diving on the bed, my elbows out to catch myself, and
get my hands on his underwear right away.  I'd seen it, but now that it was
right in front of me, and I could pull it out, I wanted it in my mouth more
than anything.  It moved, pushed deeper, but he just sat back.  On his
elbows, I saw him grip a wad of the sheets by his hip before my eyes
closed.

   I relaxed my throat, pushed my tongue out to make it as wide as I could,
and my lips came off the top and bottom.  "Kah!" I took a deep breath, and
lapped the wetness running down my tongue up to the tip.  "Hah!" I breathed
in through my nose, and bottomed out again, holding it.  "GRL!" Them "BMH!"
My cheeks puffed out, but I held it in, and twisted my head around to shine
it up good with the thick throat loogies.  "Chagh!" I sucked him again, and
got him good and wet.

   I pushed up.  Under his legs, at first just to hold him, but.  "Mhhh!"
He dropped his elbows, and let me push his legs up.  Held them as soon as I
started down, rubbing the hairs through the webs of my thumbs, then I
gripped the bottoms, and spread him wide.  Just watching him stretch, after
that long slow, almost still session with the leg press.  "Huh!" I had to
try that, but now I didn't want to see it.  I crossed my eyes a little, and
pulled up his sack with the cock skin to rub my nose back and forth over
the thick bulging line under them.

   "Lahhhlalalalawl!

   "Uh!" He felt my hair, "Yeah," rubbed circles around the top with his
fingertips, then tapped me.  Right on the top of my head, I stuck my tongue
in, and he relaxed, spasmed.  "UhUh!"

   "SPWH!" Spat as hard as I could, and kissed him.  "SPB!" Blowing more
drool in.  "Huh!  Uh you sure you never done that before?"

   "Oh no," I laughed, "I had a girlfriend.  She was really into anal."
With me, and toys, "The whole time I was growing up," but, "Swuip!" I
licked my fingers.  Busy morning, really getting hot now, but muggy. 
Working up a sweat.

   "Uhn!" He clenched, "More!" I buried my pinky, right away, and wiggled
it.  "Uhuh!" He nodded, so I rubbed his scrotum over my knuckle with my
thumb, and twisted it.  "I mean," I held still, "You can use more fingers."

   "I know," I saw, he usually started with 2, but I wanted to take my
time. And maybe tease him a little.

   "ShlRB.  GHL!  Khah!" I kissed his balls, sucked them in, then held them
up to dribble back down to my fingers.  "You like CBT," not a question. 
"Tell me when to stop." I squeezed one gently, but rolled it around, a
little harder, "Nyuh!" He bucked out, but it' slippery.  I sucked the other
one in, picked up the first, and swirled them both around.  "Uh, yeah!"

   I let go.  "huh huh!?" I grinned.  He was almost there, so I yanked my
pinky out with a pop.  "Uhn!" He winced, and puckered.  "Slap it, Uh!" He
nodded, and swallowed.  So, SPapapapaP!  "Nyeh!" He squirmed to rub it in.
On my thumb, I gripped him hard, even twisted a little when the slight
upward bow tried to turn back.  "NnhhHNN!" Slowly, as slow as I was able, I
pushed the thick swollen donut of muscle in.  As far as it will go, past
the thick knuckle, and rubbed around it in the little pouch, so it didn't
slip over my thumbtip.

   "Uh!" he jumped, but it slapped back to the surface, and bulged with
prolapsed skin.

   "Smq!" Just a peck, but I just wasn't getting harder, and I had the
finger-cot rolled up.  From first aid kits, I've got 2 spare unopened boxes
back in my bathroom.  Or closet, with the toilet in the shower-stall, it's
tiny.

   I could get it in.  Not deep, not quite 3" long, but I could push it
through the tight soft slippery sphincter.  He clenched tighter, but I just
stroked him in both hands, squeezing the wet one on top to slip tightly
over his head until it got dry, and tacky, but.

   "uphUH!" He bucked, and clenched, first before it spurted out, then it
filled up, jumped as high as my face, but hit my chin, and neck.  I leaned
back, pushing even deeper, and pulled it out.  To shoot up my chest, and
run down my tummy, and squish between his balls and my pubes.

   "Huh!" I pulled out, hunched when the tight cot slipped off, and wrapped
his scrotum around to jerk off in it.  "Fuck, Huhhhh!" I shivered, and
patted the wet mess.  "Huh!  Uhn!" buried my face in it, and ate away until
I couldn't taste anything but spit, and hairs.  Sucked the sweat off the
hairs.  "Huh huh huh!" Panted, and just fell down.  He patted my shoulder,
twisted over to drop his legs and get up.  So his fucking slimy glazed ass
didn't' touch it, but my disgusting cheek was all over the crocheted
blanket on the end.

   Nicely made bed, in the wreck of the room.  "Snhhh!" His stink, but both
windows opened to let a dry breeze flow through.  A hot one, it dried most
of the sweat, but I went down to see if we could both fit in the shower. 
Not even close.

   I don't have much odor.  Sniff under my arms, about as much as I can
make, not a lot of hair under there, but I'm a girl, and not a very
developed one.  Petite, some's even says I'm pretteh.  And I like it, but
that's not what I'm attracted to.  Kind of small penis, but I way overdid
it with the pornography, so maybe I'm not the best judge of that.  Big
enough, but not tight by any stretch of the imagination.

   I feel dirty, but not too dirty.  He's satisfied, for now.  2 shooters
in, why it couldn't have been a couple hours, but she's just warming up
Behind me.  He got off, a lot, but I've seen enough to predict his cum-cool
off with anal-cum again pattern.  Or work out, instead of, well that. 
Fucking Machine is like a combination of the 2, but he can fuck me.  If we
take it slow, I'm not getting started without him, but a nice tight wedgie,
and 3 way tuck ain't gonna hurt nothin.

   No foreskin, but the way he plays with it.  When he jerks off quick,
it's like a foreskin, and makes him twice as thick at half the length. 
"Mhm!" Biting my tongue, over my lip, sticking my teeth out for an
underbite.  Just pick up his shirt, I think this is the one he just took
off.  A lot of them black, but it's on top, and still the freshest.

   Just on the corner of the bed here, "Ope!" The balls popped, so I slip
my hands under my hips, and scooch up to tuck them back.  Got to pull my
pantywaist down to get my fingers in, and tickle them up.  Flatten the
panties over to hold them, and slip my fingers out.  "HuhH!?"

   Lift my face out of the teeshirt when I feel his hands on me, his nose
brush my back, and his lips.  His chin over the waistband, catching on the
lacy material, with the mesh threads between.  "Smq," They slip down, and
he laps the top.  Right between the cheeks, I feel the bones, and the flesh
between them.

   "Haahhhhl!"

   "huhHN!" Take some deep breaths, before I start breathing through His
shirt again.

   He found it, swirled around with his tongue, and his cheeks felt so
rough.  Above his lips, stubble!  He smiles, and takes another breath
through his nose.  My shivering has slowed down to hard shaking now, and
every breath is shuddered, so I try to breathe slow, and deep.  Push the
shirt away, and just turn my face into my elbow.

   He's definitely done this before.  Then, time went away.  I got hard,
started grinding into the rough polyester yarn of the crocheted cover. 
"Huhn!" I honked, like a fucking goose, my voice cracked, and I didn't
fucking care.  "HauhH!"

   He puckered, "SMQ!" Squeezed my cheeks so his slipped roughly through
his spit, and my sweat.  I humped the bed hard, and felt myself pucker.

   "HuhN?" I shook my head.

   "Turn over," he pushed me back, and held my leg up.  I sank from his
weight on his elbows, and grabbed a pillow to crush around my shoulder.

   "Idon'like to be fucked." I mumbled.  "I know, it's weird for a girl,
but.  huH!  Hhhh!" He kissed me.  "Mh!  I mean yes.  Huh!  That feels
wonderful."

   "So you're like a lesbian?"

   "Well, I'm not like anything.  I love whatever feels good, and if it
doesn't.  Huh!  Can you suck me off?"

   "Sure thing!" He laughed, and shut up.  "Huh!" He licked, no that was
his thumb, but he kept.  "Huh!" I squeezed my cheek on his thumb, then felt
it, to squeeze it down harder.  "HuhN!"

   He stopped, just sucked hard, and pulled back.  So slow, even his thumb
tip felt like it stuck, or I sucked at it.  "IhihuUH!" It twitched, like I
felt his, and the first wet pops up my firecracker just as the skin slipped
back, and opened up to shot out on his tongue.

   "Hh." He sucked in another breath slow, and just held it, until it
stopped twitching out, and moved his thumb.

   He pinched it, and I hunched reflexively from the jolts of almost
painful pleasure making my ass swipe back, and forth over his tongue.  I
just stuck my leg straight out.  My hip cramped, but I fell over.  "Ahhhh!"
Bit the pillow, gripping, and rubbing it hard until he moved my hand, bent
my leg so I had to twist again.  "Ah!" It still hurt, "Fuck," but his hand
made it feel better.  "Huh!" I slowly let go of his wrist.

   "Sorry," he kissed it, on the side.

   "It's okay," I caught my breath, "Just intense."

   "Yeah," he patted my hip, "but sorry it hurt."

   "Thanks."

   I took a hot shower, then turned it down to cold to rinse off.  He
couldn't be in the bathroom with me, under the stairs, so I came out, and
he helped me dry off.

   "Huh!" no idea how many that was, but I never had multiple orgasms
before.

   Walt, {Mt...}

   "Well, I don't know if an anal orgasm is mythical, or I've never seen
it." She just layed down the towel, but between us, it was pretty
saturated. A lot of hair on her head, she doesn't shave.  "I don't get off
on it, which is great, because I can just build up to a peak, for as long
as I can stand to hold it."

   "I saw you get off on it." She shook her head.  Wondered if she'd do
ponytails.

   "Uh!" I mean, "Um, well I can jerk off, and when I cum."

   "Yeah the squeezing?" She does it too.  Or she did.

   "So that's why I'm more anal, I guess.  Well, I started back there,
before I could get it up, but I barely remember that.

   "Potty training?"

   "No, but after that.  Usually nice to have a toilet, and sink for it, or
when you're done."

   "You like the, shit?"

   "Huh!" Not sure that's the word, "But it's, yeah it's disgusting, but
you know how your farts don't smell as bad?  I don't fucking know, yeah I
used to play with it too."

   "Shit!?" he covered her whole mouth, both hands.  But she laughed.

   "Well, there's other stuff I like, no two people are completely
compatible, but it's like your self image.  If you want to ignore back
there."

   "No," she shook her head, "I love how you ate me out, but I don't know.
Huh!  If I like."

   "Fucking is advanced,"

   "Well that machine you got down there."

   "The leg press?" Watched me do it, didn't recognise `him' until I looked
down at the top of her head.  Not too many people grow hair that way, even
if they looked blondish in the backscatter from the sunset.  Think the
bangs sort of cause it, in the front.  "The point is you work up to it,
like the first time.  You said you tried it."

   "I didn't like the pain."

   "Well, you probably rushed through it.  Especially yours', you're really
underdeveloped, and even a little atrophied?" Hung like a 13 year old boy.
But harrier than one, or the one girl I've seen completely grown out.

   My molester, no it wasn't abusive, but that's why it took so long to
face that fact, and others like that.  "I was molested, when I was seven."
He scooted over, I took the pillow.  Sideways, but it's butted into a
corner anyway, so the door will close.  "She babysat for us, and she just
spanked me, but she made a game out of it.  I liked it, and she quit, just
did the first night so she could come back, and play with me some more.

   And in retrospect, everything I remember playing had this creepy femdom
forced feminization undertone.  But I was seven, when she started, and she
was thirteen, by the way.  So when I turned thirteen, she started fucking
me.  I wanted her to, I knew I was a bottom, figured that out by myself,
and she mostly took advantage of how willing I was.

   You see, I'd done just about everything I could do to myself.  You
probably figured out yourself, it really helps to have an extra set of
hands, and see what all you're doing.  She finged me first."

   "Hm?"

   Already had my pinky up, "It's a pun."

   "Okay?"

   "What's a finger do?" I Inched it again to punctuate.

   "Oh!  Like a washer." She nodded, looked around the room.

   ...

   "Haha!" I laughed, "Yeah, I need to run a few loads, want to help me
strip the bed?" She grabbed the pillows, "Pull the sheet in the corner."
While you're back there, the roofs slope over it, but I usually sleep
diagonally, with my feet tucked back in the corner.  Folded up Grandma's
crochet, or the one she made me.  Last, but she only made them for the
daughters, and granddaughters, and I was a late bloomer.

   "Huh!"

   Corey {b-f Tran f Mole}

   Yeah, sounds like me.  When word got out I really was a girl, they
teased me.  Why I hate "tomBoy!" They always stressed the boy part, like I
was in denial.  I told kids first, but it was so long ago, and Huh!

   I called her my girlfriend, but she was a teenager, and since I wanted
to grow up to be a girl, she took advantage of it.  She showed me how to
grow up like a girl, first it was crossdressing, and makeup.  We did
each-other's hair, but then she showed me how girls play with themselves.

   "But only if you jerk off for me." Now, this was a new town, so word got
out I was really a boy, but really, I just didn't know how to be a girl. 
And I couldn't jerk off, I didn't really like it, huh!  There.  I peed
standing up, but mostly because I wanted to get it over with, and I thought
it was a wound.  When she showed me, she said "No, silly!" and that she's
an innie, because she's a girl.

   My balls dropped, years before, but I found where they fell out, and
kept pushing them back.  I know they're called my inguinal ducts, but I
called them my pussy, because I could finger myself with my scrotum.  I
must have been about eleven at the time, but I was already starting hormone
suppressors, and dressing right full time.  My family got used to calling
me she, and talking about her, at least around me, and we moved."

   "Your name Corey?"

   "Corialanis," He winced back, "Yeah, family name."

   "Ew."

   "Yeah, so they made fun of me, and.  Huh!  I always had a problem with
my dingle, after I saw what girls looked like."

   "One time,or long term?"

   "Um, like a weekend?  A 3 day weekend, Laborday, or Memorial Day."

   "And she just masturbated with you."

   "Yeah well no.  She started that way, but I think she knew we only had
like 2 and a half days, so she paced herself, but I think she got it all
in."

   "Mhm?" He nodded.

   "But she fucked me, and it hurt."

   "Would you say she raped you?"

   "I didn't say no, or anything.  She stopped when I told her to.  Well
her hand shook.  It really hurt when she pulled out, though."

   "What did she use?"

   "Her fingers, then a dildo."

   "Any lube?"

   "She spit on it, and sucked the toy.  She didn't really fuck me with it,
she just stuck it in, and." I blinked, and felt tears.  "Huh!  Sorry, it's
just remembering."

   "You think she got off on it?"

   "She was behind me, bent over you know, so I could see, but.  Snh! 
Yeah, she shook real hard, and breathed funny."

   "So, you didn't have sex for how long after the rape?"

   "Huh!  Well, I didn't even think about it, until about last year, when
the estrogen wore off.  I don't really remember that well.  Oh, I touched
myself, but I didn't play with it.  I just tucked them up where they're
comfortable.  Huh!  I've never been wracked, I mean hit in the eggs before.
Why I started with underwear, to hold them in."

   "I actually did that with my penis.  Tried to push it in, when I saw
what they looked like.  Well, she flashed her panties a lot.  And payed
most attention to my butt.  But it was tight jeans, she started dressing me
in the panties.  I was really gay, I didn't like about that because I'm
past that, but I believe it's my natural sexuality.  And I like transwomen.
Well, you're the first, but.  Huh!  You look so young, and I really like
women older."

   "Why?"

   "Young skin, especially girls.  It's smooth, but I like hairs, and
pores, and."

   "Wrinkles?"

   "Not really."

   "Well I do.  Like loose hairy wrinkles.  You know, most sexy skin, like
balls, and lips, and, now asses I guess.  Huh!  You're right, I was raped.
So, I kind of neglected back there, for a while."

   "But what did you find?"

   "Well, when I started getting hard, I got into pee instead of, you know.
Eugh!  I still can't" Shake it out of her head.

   "It'll take time, but show me up front." Still haven't gotten dressed,
going around to fish clothes out of nooks, and crannies, had to hold up the
bed, and pull it out from the wall, but it's really just a mattress.

   I stood up, they haven't dropped again yet.  "Huh!" so I squeezed it
out, and pulled my skin.

   "You know, when my daddy told me boys get circumcision, I thought girls
kept their foreskin."

   "Huh!" But I was getting hard, "You really thought girls had dicks?"

   "Just like you, I thought everyone did until I was about 7.  Kind of
anabaptist family, not quakers, but about as progressive as they were to
the shakers, and I got a lot of both back in my ancestry.  So you rub it
with your palm?"

   I held it out.  "I usually wear underwear too, but, huh!  Yeah, like
this.  I feel my skin too," I slipped up, and pulled it out with my other
fingers.  "Huh!  this is my favorite part."

   "The scrotum?"

   "Or the lips on girls, especially hairy girls.  Huh!  When I sid I
haven't been with men.  I, have.  Been molested by men.  They didn't fuck
me, I stopped them before I got." swallow, "Raped again.  But I let them
molest me, and seduce me.  A lot of them touched me like this too.  I don't
even have to be hard."

   "So you liked being molested?" Unbelieving.

   "Huh!  I liked, no, I put up with it, because it felt worth it.  To be
held, and they say such nice things to make you feel good but.  Huh!  It's
also really creepy, and disturbing."

   Which begs the question, "Then why did you do it?"

   "I Think so I didn't cut myself."

   "You did that?"

   "I tried it," I tried to show him, "There's hair over the scars," but I
also really like what hair I have.

   "Tried to cut it off?"

   "Fantasized it, I could barely cut myself, so I stopped."

   "This one feels pretty deep."

   "Well my hand slipped.  That was the last one."

   "You survived," he kissed the top of my head, "That's the important
part."

   "I was already, sexual.  Huh!  This was last year, and I was scared, so
I thought.  I could take care of both of them.  With 1 cut."

   "Sex, and gender."

   Just a nod.

   "Huh!  I guess I chose sex."
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