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   DESPERATION PREDATION

   For most, desperation is a terrible thing.  For a predator, it is a tool
to use.  Let me explain.  For three years I lived half a block from the
county jail.  At 7 a.m.  each morning, inmates who have completed their
sentences are released.  Some have friends or relatives to pick them up,
some have the money to grab a cab...  but the desperate ones walk past my
house towards town.  On weekends, visitors arrive to comfort their
incarcerated friends and loved ones.  Most arrive by car, parking in the
lot on the other side of the complex.  But many arrive by bus and walk past
my place.  Those are the desperate ones.

   Thirty seven times in three years, I've had the thrill of using these
desperate people - the released inmates and the families of those still
enjoying the hospitality of the county.  I am a predator.  I prey on the
desperate, maybe like you do?

   It was early afternoon on a very warm Sunday afternoon.  As usual, I sat
on the porch swing of my 1930's bungalow in front of my home, a cold can of
beer in my hand, my cooler by my side.  I watched the folks coming and
going, waiting for my prey to arrive.  And she did - a young woman, barely
more than a girl, her three very young children in tow.  The youngest in
her arms, two others - both preschoolers - being dragged along.  I know
desperation when I see it.  Here was a young wife struggling to provide for
her infants while drug=dealing hubby rested in jail.  I called out to her.

   "Hey, young lady!  Can I speak to you for a second?" She paused, looked
up at me quizzically.  She looked too young to have 3 kids already.  Small,
very thin, she was more of a girl than a woman.  With long blond hair that
I call "skinny hair" handing close to her face - no body to it at all - she
could have been pretty with some work, and maybe some food.  She would
never have made it in modelling but her slutty looks looked damned
appealing to me.  Her blue eyes suggested she was a true blond.  Sadly, she
could have passed for 30 or 35 but I knew she was younger than that.

   "Wha'cha want?"

   "Listen, I've lived here all my life (my first lie to her) and I know
what you're going through.  Maybe I can help."

   "Why you wanna help me?"

   "You're a young lady with responsibilities.  I can see that you are
trying to take care of your children, aren't you?" She nodded.  "And you've
got a husband in jail who isn't helping you.  Am I right?" She looked down
at her well-worn but clean cotton dress.  She stopped walking, looked up at
me and nodded.

   "How kin you help me?"

   "We can start with a cold beer for you and some Kool-Aide for the kids."
She turned and walked up to the porch.  "What's your name?"

   "Mariana."

   "You got any cookies or anything?" asked her kid.  Hehehe, said the
spider to the fly.  I ALWAYS keep kiddie snacks on hand.

   "Well, let me go see what I've got." I reached my hand out for their
mother and helped her up the steps.  "You sit here." I took the oldest
child's hand and bent down to her.  "You want to help me find some cookies
for you?" The girl child, probably about 6, smiled at me and gripped my
hand, pulling me towards my front screen door.  I smiled back at the mother
and disappeared into the house with the child.

   We walked through the living room towards the kitchen in the back of the
house.  I reached down and gathered her up in my arms and carried her
through the dining room, my hand cupping her firm young behind.  "Do you
want milk with your cookies or Kool-Aide?" I was squeezing her little ass
as I asked, my hand now under her little dress, her little girl panties in
my hand.

   "MILK!  You got milk?"

   "Yes, I have milk for you, my little sweetheart.  Do you like milk?" I
had another kind of milk in mind.

   "Oh, yes.  I loves milk.  We don't get nothin' but powder milk.  It
ain't good unless it be really cold."

   I set her down on the floor in front of the refrigerator, kneeling
before her.  My hands went up her legs to her panty covered hips.  "You can
have real milk here, my little pretty girl.  You know, I think you might be
the prettiest little girl I have ever seen." Her smile went ear to ear.

   "You thinks I bes pretty?" By now my hands were squeezing both butt
cheeks, her tiny little body begging for my touch.

   "You are absolutely pretty.  Do you like me?" I slipped my fingers
beneath her panties through the leg holes.  Her bare ass was in my hands. I
felt my cock begin to stiffen.  I did a quick trial kiss on her little
cheek.  "Let's get you and your brother and sister some milk and cookies,
OK?" With a tray of goodies in hand, we returned to the porch.

   Mom had already helped herself to a beer, the baby girl still in her
lap. I set the tray on a side table and the little preschool boy quickly
consumed the milk and six cookies.  "You don't mind but mah baby breast
feeds.  You think it's gross I do it inside?"

   "No, of course not.  You go right ahead.  I enjoy watching a mother
doing something so natural." She unbuttoned the top of her dress and
slipped it off her shoulder, exposing a full breast, the child instantly
reaching for it and nursing hungrily.

   She looked at me and asked, "Why you bein' nice to us?  You wants to
fuck me or something', don'cha?" I smiled.

   "That would be nice." I paused, watching her body language and awaiting
her response.

   "Mister, I got nothin'.  I got no money, I got no place to stay `cept
the mission and I hates that place.  You be nice to me and my young uns and
you can fuck me all you want.  If'n that's what you want?"

   I looked her in the eyes and replied, "Yes, my darling, that is what I
want - and more."

   "You wants more than a fuckin?" She looked at the child of hers who had
already cuddled up in my lap.  "You wants the girl, too?" I didn't answer.
"You wants her, you gotta be real nice an' maybe generous.  You be
generous, too?"

   "You give me what I want and I will be both nice and very generous.  Do
you understand?" She nodded, a little sad look on her face that I loved. 
Desperation.  God, I love it.  "I am going to fuck you many times a day.  I
am going to touch your children.  I am going to lick you and them.  I am
going to give you orgasms, I am going to give your children orgasms.  You
are each going to suck me and drink my cum.  Do you understand?"

   She barely looked up at me.  "You pay me for them?"

   "Yes, my darling.  You stay here with me one week.  You do everything I
want.  You leave here next week with $500.  Is that agreed?"

   "$500?" Her smile brightened the world.  "You give me $500!!!" It
sounded like a fortune to her - pocket change for what I would get.  Plus a
6 year old cherry girl and 5 year old boy for the picking.

   "Do you like pizza?" I ordered a large ham and cheese and the evening
began.  I watched the kids get pizza all over their faces, we laughed
together as Mariana and I drank beers together.  She was more attractive as
the evening wore on.  She told me her tale.  She'd gotten pregnant at 15,
the result of her first fuck.  The daddy had been a high school jock who
hadn't even spoken to her since he knocked her up.  Her parents had
insisted on her getting an abortion so she'd left them.  Life on the street
had been hard on her, her lean body the obvious result of near starvation.
Three times more she'd been knocked up by unknown black men, losing one
after a beating in an alley way as she tried to protect her older daughter.
She'd been fucked so many times by so many men that one more meant nothing
to her.  I learned her older daughter was Reina, the baby in arms Rainbow,
and the cute little boy's name was too African to pronounce so she called
him Ned.  From my observation, I wouldn't be the first man to be generous
to her to get to her kids.  Ah, the sweetness of desperation.

   "Ah gotta thank you for feedin mah kids.  You want me to suck you off
now?  I do a good job for you." She moved to her knees before me, her kids
watching her as they finished devouring the second pizza.  Her long blond
hair hung nearly to the floor as she bent her face forward, her hands
busily undoing my shorts."

   "You want to suck me off?"

   "Yeah, I been thinkin about it since I seen you on the porch.  I was
wonderin if'n you liked women or not.  You sittin up here in shorts like
that I thought you might like mens more than me." I wondered at her use of
the English language, placing her probably from somewhere in the deep
south. From the looks of her kids, their fathers' may all have been of a
darker race.  She confirmed my suspicion.  "I ain't never been with a white
man before.  I allus heard they got small peckers." A smile broke across
her face as she unleashed my cock.  "Damn, white boy.  They been lyin to
me! You gots a pretty one - and a pretty big one!" She stopped talking and
deep throated me on her first gulp.  She was not lying.  She knew what she
was doing, all right.  Her head bobbed up and down like a boat on a raging
sea, her warm tongue caressing my cock like a wet velvet glove.  I glanced
at the kids who were intently watching Mommy sucking cock.

   I motioned to the oldest, urging her to come closer.  As Mommy gobbled
my pecker, I gathered the child up into my arms and brought her lips to
mine, kissing her passionately as her Mommy ate me.  I ran my hands up
under her dress to cup her ass, pulling her panties down as I touched her.
I turned her away from me and moved my hand to her little cunt and let her
weight rest on my hand as I pressed against her.  I wanted Mommy to see
what I was doing.  I wanted Mommy to see her child being molested.  Mommy
sucked my cock deep into her throat, her eyes wide as she watched my finger
enter her daughter's pussy.

   Such a nice little tight pussy.  It was all I could do to get my
forefinger in it up to the second knuckle.  The little girl stood there,
watching her mother taking my cock in her mouth, watching her take it all
the way in, mommy pushing her nose against my hairy crotch, gagging and
withdrawing, taking it back down her throat.  Mommy was a good cocksucker -
in time the child would be as well.  With her two front teeth missing, I
wondered how her mouth would fee.

   I kept fingering the girl, loving the feel of her smooth, warm virgin
cunt, loving knowing the child's mother was watching me, sucking me,
wanting to do what she was doing.  She didn't care that her child was being
molested.  It probably turned her on, the nasty little slut that she was.
It made my dick even harder realizing the depth of the woman's depravity.
This was a true slut whore.  Twenty two, three surviving kids, a white girl
who had never been with a white man before.  A piece of trash, a piece of
shit slut.  I couldn't wait to fuck her.  But first... 
UUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.  I came in her mouth.

   A few minutes later, I ushered her and the kids into the bathroom.  My
old bungalow was not gifted with more than one.  Stripping them all of
their clothing, the four of us stepped into the bathtub, closing the shower
curtain around us, I turned on the water, adjusting it to a comfortable
warmth.

   "Pick up your boy.  Use him as your washcloth.  Rub him all over you. 
Make his dick hard." She did as I told her, lifting him up, rubbing his
naked little boy body all over her.  His tiny 3 year old dick getting hard
at the attention it was getting.  "Suck his little cock." Mariana knelt
down, putting him on his feet between us.  She took his tiny pecker in her
mouth.  It was obvious that she liked it.  She tongued the boy as I rubbed
his little ass.

   I pushed him against her face to choke off her air as she sucked her
child.  I pulled him off her and spun him around.  "His ass.  Eat his ass."
I bent him over.  She spread his fat little cheeks apart and buried her
face in her child's ass, her tongue reaching for his butt hole.  I got the
feeling this was not her first time to enjoy him.

   "Bubby like that," the little girl chimed in.  "Mommy do that to all'us.
We likes it." Indeed, the child had a bright smile on his little face.

   "That good, Mommy." The first words I'd heard him say.

   "Can he cum yet?" Mariana shook her head No, her tongue still enjoying
her son's asshole.  She reached around the boy and took his tiny dick
between her fingers and masturbated him as she sucked his ass.  The boy's
eyes glazed over in his ecstasy.  My cock grew larger than I think it ever
has.  I grabbed her by the hips and shoved my cock in her pussy.  It sank
to the hilt with no resistance and felt fantastic.  I knew I was her first
white fuck.  I wanted to make it a good one for her, maybe knock her up
with a white baby.  What a joy it would be to knock up a desperate slut
like her!

   Little Reina watched closely as I pounded her mother.  The baby sat
splashing about on the tub floor, oblivious to the fun around her.  I took
note of the baby, knowing her time would soon come as well.

   Mariana pussy felt wonderful.  Simply knowing she had bee fucked and
abused by so many men was such a turn on for me.  Here I had a totally
willing participant in the week's events to come.  A young woman, willing
to do anything, two preschoolers to use as I wanted, and a breastfeeding
baby to eat.  What a life!

   Do yourself a favor.  Find a cheap house near the county jail.  Sit out
on your front porch on Sundays.  See what you might get into.  And I do
mean "get in to".  Gotta run, Reina wants me to eat her.  I'm happy that
her Mom wants to watch.  I just dumped a load in Mommy's cunt.  But a 6
year old can sure make me get hard again quick.


   Feedback is always welcome.  Daren Peters