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 Here is a collection of three unfinished stories...  and if you're too
young or reading sexually explicit material in your state is illegal, stop
now and go to church or where ever it is you go.  These are stories I
haven't finished and I need input.  I'll finish the top on I get feedback
on.  The others will perhaps wait their turn when I get around to finishing
them.  If you've read my stuff before you know this is jack off material
for perverts like me.  This is stuff to relieve your frustrations and keep
you from doing something stupid.

   If you like one or more, give feedback by going to the Authors tab and
looking me up.  You can send feedback through there.

   Daren Peters

   Story #1 is I WAS 10 THE FIRST TIME, Mb Story #2 is WHAT A BARGAIN.  MF,
Mg.  Story #3 is WALMART GIRL, MF, Mg, cons



   Story #1 - I was 10, Mb, oral, anal, seduction I was 10 the first time i
had a cock in my mouth.  Hi, reader.  My name is George Albright.  I'm now
34 and a pedophile.  I've done time in a state prison for having sex with a
nine year old boy.  He wasn't the only one, just the one I got caught with.
It cost me everything I had and now I'm really struggling, so, according to
society, it is my fault.  I'll dispute that later.  My purpose for writing
this is to try to understand my own motivations.

   You see, I was a really good boy.  Always brushed my teeth twice a day,
always looked forward to my evening bath, never gave anyone trouble.  I was
a good kid.  And obviously a vulnerable one.  Guess you could say I was the
cute kid next door, always willing to help.  I'd run errands, mow lawns,
pick up the beer cans the older boys would throw about.  Maybe that's when
Mr.  Jenkins first noticed me.

   Mr.  Jenkins - or Roy as he told me to call him - was old.  He told me
he was over 50 but wouldn't say how much older.  He had a yellow cat that I
loved.  He called it his little pussy.  It was after I'd gotten out of
school for the summer that he started asking me to do things for him. 
First it was to run to the store to buy him cigarettes - everybody smoked
back then.  Then it was, "Could you come in and help me do this or that?"
Then, finally, he was out back in his yard working with a little group of
men as they installed an above ground swimming pool with a big tall wooden
fence around it.  I was fascinated.  Mr.  Jenkins was going to have a pool.
It's hot in Houston and we sure as heck didn't have a pool.

   Three days later I found myself sort of poking around outside, hoping he
would call me in...  and he did.  "Georgie, could you run to the store for
me?" I ran as fast as I could and brought back a half gallon of chocolate
ice cream.  "Now you gotta help me eat it!" He laughed gently and took me
inside.  "Tell you what, Georgie, let's go sit by the pool and eat ice
cream.  Maybe we can take a dip in the pool as well."

   Ice cream and a swim?  I surely couldn't resist that.  "I'll run home
and get my..." "No need for that, Georgie.  My pool's private.  Nobody can
see us.  In fact, I'm not gonna wear nothin' either." He took my hand and
guided me out the back door, across the lawn and we climbed up the five
steps to a nice wooden deck surrounding the pool.  The only opening was
towards his house so it was true.  Nobody could see inside the pool
enclosure.  "Here, Georgie, why don't you take off your shirt and get
comfortable?  Here's your bowl."

   Honestly, I didn't think anything of it and quickly peeled off my
T-shirt.  I sat at the edge of the pool with my feet in the cold water.  He
sat on a chair behind me as I gobbled my ice cream.  "Can I go in now?  I
can wear my pants in the pool, it's OK.  My mother said..." "No, Georgie.
No reason to get your pants wet.  Here, stand right here and I'll help you
get them off." As he spoke he lifted me up to stand before him as he undid
the buttons, pulled down my zipper, and tugged down my pants.  My underwear
went down with my pants.  Before I had a chance to resist, I was naked,
neck to ankles.  To my surprise, my little 4 inch dick sprung up hard as a
rock.

   "Oh, my, Georgie.  What do we have here?" he asked as he took my little
pecker in his hand and caressed it.  I was amazed at how good it felt to
have him hold my little dick in his hand but my embarrassment held me back.
"It's OK, Georgie.  Don't be embarrassed.  Here, I'll take my clothes off,
too, so you won't feel embarrassed." He stood and dropped his pants, his
dick standing out at right angles to his frame.  "See?  Mine's hard, too.
Nothing to be ashamed of."

   He picked me up, rubbed my naked boy body over his and threw me in the
pool.  DAMN the water was cold!  In 2 seconds he had finished shedding his
clothes and he jumped in, scooped me up in his arms and held my head well
above water.  The warmth of his body felt good compared to the cold water
so I wrapped my short legs around him and held on.  My little boy dick, now
shrunk down to almost nothing, was trying to hide up inside my body...  but
not so his.  I felt it poking me in the ass.

   "Water feels great, eh, Georgie?" I struggled to get free and dog
paddled to the edge and hung on.  "It's COLD!" I exclaimed as I pulled
myself back up to the deck.  Mr.  Jenkins eyes were glued to my firm round
boy butt.  I sat there shivering.  "Yeah, it'll take a few days for the
water to warm up.  Give it a week and we'll be adding ice cubes to cool it
off." He swam over to the edge and pulled me down to sit on the edge.  He
parted my legs and stood there in the cold water between them looking u at
my face.  "I'm glad yo `re here, Georgie.  You're the first person to get
in the pool.  Did you know that?" I shook my head.

   "Tell you what, Georgie, you can have a job keeping the pool clean this
summer if you want?" I was all smiled.  "I'll pay you $5 a week and you can
use the pool all you want." He paused for a moment.  "The only rule is - no
clothes in the pool, understand?"

   I was a little surprised about the no clothes bit but I shook my head.
"Can I bring Artie over, too?" Artie, now better known as Judge Arthur
Comstock, was my best bud.  We did everything together.

   "As long as he knows the rules," Mr.  Jenkins knew little Artie.  He was
gorgeous with his long sun bleached hair and his almost girlie good looks.
Back then, neither Artie nor I knew that the secret things we did together
weren't exactly normal boyhood behavior.  Our little experimentation was
nothing compared to what was in store for us.

   So here I was, sitting naked with my legs spread apart, Mr.  Jenkins
head just above water, staring at my little cold dick, with his hands on my
legs, rubbing me from knee to hip.  "Your dick isn't hard anymore, Georgie.
What happened to it?" His smile went from ear to ear.  "I bet it just got
cold, didn't it?" I giggled a bit and nodded.  "Want me to warm it up?" I
had no idea what he meant.

   "Scoot forward, Georgie." He pulled me to him as he spoke, pulling my
body to the edge of the pool.  Before I knew it, Mr.  Jenkins bent forward
and took my little dick in his mouth and held it there, warming it up.  It
almost instantly started growing.

   "Mr.  Jenkins!" I protested.  "What are you doing?"

   "Just warming it up for you, Georgie.  Doesn't that feel good?" I didn't
want to admit it but it felt wonderful.

   "Well, yeah, Mr.  Jenkins, but Mommy says you can't do that.  She said
that's a sin..."

   "Georgie," he said condescendingly, "would I do anything to hurt you or
to make you sin?" He smiled at me.  "All I did was two things.  I helped
your cold little dick to get warm again and I made it feel good for you. 
How could that be a sin?" He bent forward and took me back in his mouth.  I
didn't know then what he did but it felt so incredibly good that I leaned
back and let him have his way.  From that moment on, I was hooked.

   Story #2 - What a bargain.  MF, Mg , bondage, underage, cons, S&M
Bridgette knew how much it would hurt...  but the deal was take the pain,
save the child.  She stood there naked tightly secured to the St.  Andrew's
Cross - the large X-shaped cross, her legs and arms fastened with metal
rings and leather straps, a ball gag stuffed in her mouth making gurgling
noises her only sounds.

   He stood back ten feet admiring the naked 22 year old piece of shit
slut. He watched the drip of blood trickle down her left leg from the wound
he'd inflicted moments before with the six foot whip.  A mere $500 to the
Group for all this fun.  What a bargain.

   He lifted the leather whip again and snapped it mere inches in front of
her nose.  She jumped, thinking it would hit her.  She dropped her head
back down in submission, knowing this would last another half hour then the
time would be up and she could masturbate again.  The knowledge that this
was a tradeoff for her 5 year old daughter kept her going.

   Uncle Bill Parsons had knocked her up when she was 15, then sold her to
the Group who had kept her ever since.  Nancy had grown accustomed to the
chain and always did anything they wanted as long as they didn't touch
little Tammy Lynn.  Even her anus had been tattooed as had most of her
slender body.  That had really hurt and she had no idea what it looked
like. There was nothing left for her in the world other than her daughter.

   But this guy with the whip was a new one.  She'd never seen him before
so she figured he was a day player - pay something to play with the
inventory.  She knew that's all she was - just a piece of inventory for the
Group.  The whip snapped again, searing pain in her left tittie.  He's hit
her a good one, partially ripping her nipple.  He was masturbating looking
at her.  Hmm, damn.  He had a decent looking cock.  Maybe she could get him
to stop the beating and fuck her.  Eat up the remaining 20 minutes.

   Dr.  Cramer came up close to her, rubbed his hard 6 inch cock against
her leg, letting her blood warm his cock.  His had reached down to her
cunt, he caressed it, opening her submissive body up to his fingers.

   "Please, Master, don't fuck me," she mumbled, using a tone that made her
sound more injured than she was, knowing he could be seduced, actually
wanting his cock in her.  She needed an orgasm and knew she'd come quickly.
"Please, not again.  I beg you, please don't fuck me again." Her inward
smile almost surfaced.  Poor fucking men.  They never know when they're
being manipulated.  He grabbed her head and shoved down, putting her in a
more submissive painful pose.  His hard cock forced itself deep into her
wet cunt, shoved in to the hilt.

   "What did you say, cunt?  Don't fuck you?" He thrust again harder. 
"I'll fuck you any time I wish." He pumped half a dozen times more, finally
feeling that wondrous sensation welling up from his toes.  He thrust the
hardest he'd ever pumped a whore as he shot his full load deep inside her.
He paused for a brief moment, stepped back and slapped her hard against her
face.  "Slut whore." He turned and walked to his chair, gathered his towel,
wiped his face then his cock, gathered his clothes and left her hanging
from the cross as he exited the chamber.

   Brandi, the Chamber Mistress came in, loosened Bridgette's bindings and
helped her step away from the restraints.  "He did you good, eh?"

   "I loved it," Bridgette responded.  "I hope we rents me again." She took
up the towel her torturer had used and wiped her cunt.  "What a great
cock!" She pulled her thick terry robe around her as she headed towards her
tiny rooms.  "Gotta check on my kid.  She's been bitchy as hell lately."

   She pushed open her room's door and gasped at what she saw - little 5
year old Tammy Lynn sat there on the side of the bed with Mommy's vibrator
shoved up inside her tiny little pussy, her head tossed back, right on the
edge of a climax.  Tammy barely noticed her mommy entering but wouldn't
have stopped even if she had.  The feeling deep inside her little body
completely overwhelmed her.  "UNHH UNH UNH...." Little Tammy Lynn just had
her first orgasm.  She slumped onto the bed, her eyes rolled back in her
young head.

   A couple of seconds later, she opened her eyes and looked at mommy. 
"UMMM, Mommy.  That was good." She shivered and lay her head on mommy's
lap. "You never told me it felt THAT good.  "

   "Tammy Lynn, who showed you how to use that?"

   "Jennifer." Ah, Bridgette's girlfriend's 8 tear old daughter, the one
who was already well sexualized.

   (Now, my readers...  I gotta ask you a question.  Which is better for
you..  a young girl with no development: no titties, perfectly flat chest,
completely bald little cunt...  or one who has just begun to grow her
pretty little titties, still no pubic hair, no waist line, but one who has
already been played with?  Well, we've got them both in this true story.)

   Jennifer is now 8.  She's got long dirty blond hair, blue eyes, she's
just beginning to develop (yes, at 8), that's partly due to her mental
state.  Jennifer is mentally challenged.  IQ of maybe 70 on a good day. 
She's still technically a virgin but Jennifer is sexually aggressive and
has been since Rocco (her mommy's ex-boyfriend) had his way with her. 
Elaine should have known better than to let Rocco babysit her when she was
little.  No sooner was he alone with her than he did just what you would
have done.  Got her naked.  Felt her up, Ate her little pussy.  Stuck his
fingers up inside her.  Jacked off and came in her mouth, just like you
wanted to with that little girl.  What was her name?  Yeah, that one.  The
one you think about when you jack off.  But Rocco did it.  And he's paying
the price up in Statesville.  He'll be there another 13 years unless he
gets some time off for good behavior.  But he sexualized the little
Jennifer three years ago and she's been sexually aggressive ever since.

   "Jennifer!  That little tramp."

   "What's a tramp, Mommy?  Am I a tramp, too?" Bridgette didn't answer. 
She was stopped in her tracks.  She was a tramp.  She'd hoped her daughter
could break the mold.  It wasn't to be.







   WalMart Girl, MF, Mg, cons

   She smiled at me as I watched her ring up my purchases at WalMart.  I
really hadn't noticed her in my rush but the smile caught my eye.  She
wasn't more than 5 feet tall, short red hair, the inevitable freckles on
her fair skin.  I judged her to be in her early 20's or so.  No ring on her
finger, slim waist, small tits but nice for her frame.  I figured she'd be
an easy lay so I smiled back.

   As I handed her my credit card I said, "Notice the name.  He'll be here
to pick you up when you get off work.  And, uh, what time is that?"

   She smiled again, nodded and said, "9.  Thank you, sir, have a nice
day". She handed me the charge slip, I signed, wrote my phone number on it
and gave it back to her.

   "Call me at your break." She nodded.  Two hours later my phone buzzed. I
knew it would be her.

   "Uh, hi, uh, Bill?"

   "Yeah, this is Bill.  I didn't catch your name and I don't want to call
you Red" She giggled a little girl giggle.

   "No, silly, I'm Trinh," she giggled, "But I not...but you can call me
Red." I didn't know the name meant Virgin Girl so I missed her little joke.

   "Trinh?  Isn't that a Vietnamese name?"

   "Yeah, the red hair get you confused.  My grandfather from country with
many redheads.  He be same color as me.  Seven in my family.  I just one of
them." I instantly picked up the lack of proper grammar.  This was going to
be easier than I thought.

   "So you want me to pick you up after work?  We can have some fun."

   "Yeah, that be good.  I show you good time." Fuck me.  A sure bet.

   At 8:55 I was parked just outside the employee entrance.  It'd taken me
5 minutes to find it.  At 9:02, I saw the little redhead wander out and
look around.  I took a moment to evaluate the legs and wasn't disappointed.
Skinny legs.  Fuck, I like skinny legs.  I fact, the whole girl was skinny.
I immediately thought I would pound her hard and try to break her in half.
I flashed my headlights and caught her attention.  I reached over and
opened the passenger door for her.  She slid in and leaned to me for a
kiss. She tasted like strawberries.  A little girl taste.  I liked it.

   "I gotta go home first," she explained.  "I gotta feed my daughter
before I go out.  She almost 7 now.  Big girl." Ahhh, a 7 year old girl..
hmmm.  Evil thoughts in my mind.  I'm such a nasty bastard.  Little girls,
little boys, fuck, I like them all.

   "Sure, baby, should we stop and pick up a Happy Meal for her?" Trinh
practically squirmed in the seat.

   "Oh, she would love that!" Trinh, in her excitement, grasped my
hardening cock and gave it a loving squeeze.  "I show you good time, Bill.
Make you happy man." After giving me directions and her address, Trinh
settled in for the ride, leaning against the passenger door, her small feet
in my lap, her toes caressing my now totally hard cock.

   The apartment complex left a lot to be desired.  In fact I'd been here
before with a girl I'd met four years before at Sonic.  (See I Knew She Was
a Whore When I Met Her).  I'd gotten into a ton of trouble over that and
had pulled a two year stint as a guest of the state.  But I knew they'd
moved on so there wouldn't be any awkward moments.  I'd had my fun with a
houseful of kids there before and now the prospect of a 6 year old - almost
7 set me going.

   I wasn't disappointed when Trinh opened the door.  Small, olive skin,
totally naked, flat chested, and fucking adorable.  "TAM!  Why you naked
little girl?" Tam looked at her mother and nodded towards the bedroom. 
"Man here.  Man pay good money see me naked." I damned near swooned at the
sight of the child slut, standing there fully exposed, telling her mother
some guy'd paid her money to get naked and she did.

   "You get naked, Tam.  What else you do.  You get good fucky" The child
nodded.

   "He put in behind, Mama-san.  He say pussy too young to break."

   OK, so there are the three stories.  If you want any of them completed,
send feedback to Daren Peters.  Go to Authors page, look up the name, find
the way to send email and give me your thoughts.