Stef (Gonna start with F Solo Porn.)

"Huh!"

It came in the mail.  For the longest time, I wanted my daddy's
Mobile Pro, but I needed it for Class, and Business.

Doesn't say anything about using it for pleasure.

Lock the door, and turn it up.  {Mr.  Bungle - Girls of Porn.}

Skip past most of the noise track at the beginning.  "Thank you,
I mean.  We'll talk business later.  Right now, I want to make 
love to your beautiful, beaUtiful body."

"Hah!"

Took me a while to figure out the camera, but this has a wide
screen. Tap the corner, and click the button on the side of the pointer.

"Okay all you pus sucking motherFuckers out there.  It's time to
win a chance to Buttbang your daughter's tight virgin cherry ass for
caller number."

"SIX SIX SIX!"

The urge is too much to tayake.  All I can think about it playin'
with my sey'helf!  It's time to masturbate.  I got my hustler, and I
don't' need nothing ay'helse!

Put my feet up, and scooch so I get a nice shot up my skirt. 
"Hn!" Get comfortable, and slip the.  Plastic, pointer.  Thing.  Uh.  
Look over at the manual.

[Powerpoint Stylus.]

"Yeah." I figured out right away, if you click the little button,
it buzzes if it doesn't sense anything.  "Ooh, hihehaHA!"

I did.

"It tingles!"

Mom walked across the floorboards, but away from the kitchen. 
The door  to the stairs, then I heard them creek.  Up to the top 
floor.

"Hihn!" Lick my lips, "Good." She hates my music, so she went up
to her new TV, in the office.  CLICK, "Oohihehah!"

Run it up and down, make sure you can see the panties pinch in,
and tug them tighter by the little flower, sewn in the top.  "Hihn!"

This is way better then a mirror.  Any mirror, even my old
window, with the light on so I couldn't see him, staring up at me,
but I know he's there.

Just one boy, Terence, it's not enough.  I want a whole audience,
with a stage, and a big theater to fill up with their eyes staring 
up at me.

"My hand gets tired, and my dick gets sowre!" Their dicks out. 
"Oh but the girls of porn want more!"

Mom doesn't want me looking at porn, eh?

"So I flip through the pages one more time." As long as I'm under
her roof.  "And I just let the Jism fly!"

Best song ever!

"Hihn!" Watching me, squeeze my legs together, but just to slip
them down.  Teasing, then let them slip.  Out of frame, around 
my ankles, and spread them slowly.  "Hihn, yeah!"

Rub the scratchy skirt fabric over my pubes, and cover it, then
pull it tighter.  And tighter, until it's stretched flat.  Too 
dark, I pout.

"What's wrong, guys.  Take a good look.  Closer.  CloOoser! 
Hahn!"

It slips up, so I can slip it down, wiggle it around to put it,
"Right here." Pointing.  Power point.

CLICK!

"IHNihehahuh!  Ahahn!" Ooh, "Oohoohoohu!  That's intense!" Wink,
then turn my grinning face, the other way to wink my other eye. 
"But you want to see more, huh mister?  Yeah, you want to see me
go deeper?  Deeper?  Oops!  I dropped it." Too little any way,
says try not to get it wet.  "Oh well, guess I'll have to use my 
fingH!  HUH!" My knees snap shut. 

"HuhH!" Force myself to open my eyes.  "Fuck, that's intense!"

Watch them come out.  "AhhH!" My back arching.  "Fuck, what have
I done?" It hurt a little.  "Now I ainta virgin no more!"

A little dripped out, with my fingertip, popping out.  "Ngh!" I
swallowed.  "Yeah, sorry.  You're a little too late, guys." I
held it up.  Leaning over.  Grinning, looking straight in the
camera.  As if right in their eyes.  "Smwip!  Hhihn!" Lick a
little off my lips.  "Hm, yeah." Flop back.  "Nice cherry pie." 
Letting my skirt slip back down from my knees.

"Another slice anyone?"

Not really.  Got rid of that a long time ago.  Just have to wait, 
for the right time.  Or practice for the rest of the night, but they
don't need to know that.

"I was supposed to get a cake," I pouted.  "It's not a happy
birthday for me." The song's over anyway, so I skip the disk back, and
pick up my toy.  "All alone."

{Faith No More - Be Aggressive.  (Angel Dust)}

"And nobody to celebrate it with." I shrug, and pull off the
ribbon.

I've been over 18 for more than a year, but they don't need to
know that. Grinning, pulling the end of the ribbon.  So the bow
pulls tight, then lose, and drops free.  "Nh, hiheeheha!  Brand
spanking new!" Pop my hip up to give a good swat.  "Ooh!"

I've been a bad girl, but I don't need porn no more.  Good thing
that's not the only thing they sell there.

"I'm all ready wet." I showed them, wiped it on, for behind. 
"Now it's dirty.  You want to see it get dirty?" Slipped it back, 
"Or really dirty!"

"I Swallow, I Swallow, I Swallow, I Swallow!"

There's only one way to get ahead in this business.

"Be aggressive!"

"Shurpb!"

"Be be aggressive!"

"ShluruhupPB!"

"B.  E AGG, RESS IVE!"

"Ghn!"

"Be Aggressive!

"It's the real thing baby," should be wet enough, "Come and get
it!  GIHN!" I curled up, and gave it to myself.  Hard and fast, 
faster and faster, harder, and harder.  "Ohh, yes!  Oh, fuck yes, 
fuck me, nhiiIHH!  Fuck me harder, mister!  Augh!  Fuck my ass, 
fuck it good and hard, yeah!"

;

Lietmotiff:  F. Sinatra - "Witchcraft" (Nothing but the best.)

Mommy (^There's your Trigger Warning.)

[He called to tell me, "Mr. Right's giving me a ride home."

"I told you, call me Emmett."

Well, as they'd say around here, he sure does look like mister
right.

Single, rich, as handsome in a pair of jeans, and a pair of
boots, just starting to scuff as a business suit, and his nice
cheap haircut combed over from a part on the side.

Yeah, we see it.  That cowlick starting to thin out for a
yamulke?  From behind, he's been working out, on a farm.  Manning
up, and also arrogant.  Stuck up, tells it like it is, and
doesn't let you get a word in edgewise.

Slumming, hates his family, so comes down off his pedestal to get
some home cooking, and lord it over us peasants.  Makes a point
of it, about all he has to talk about is whine about how bad he
had it.

Everything.  Whatever he wants, most kids want a car for their
16th birthday, we don't even have a college fun to take that
money out of, and he got Land for his birthday.  800 acres, an
old ranch to chop up, cut a driveway down the middle, and drop
rancerito y casita style homes, prefab cracker boxes for Young
Urban Professionals to get out to the country.

Second homes, layed the brocheur right out on the table. 
Could've gone out there to see them, but we don't even have a
second Bathroom.  No garage, attached or otherwise, single car
when we can afford to keep it running, and a Work Truck.

He's right, you know.  He doesn't speak up, unless he knows he's
right, but he'll give it to you.  If you know what you're talking
about, "Well, that's more your era of expertise," but he doesn't
Listen.

And Junior, my not-so-little boy.  I'm proud of him, like to
think I raised him right, but there's more than a little of his
father in him.  People already guess they're brothers, my Harry
is pretty young looking, in incredibly good shape, and doesn't
mind me being Bisexual.

I am, but fuck Mr. Right, and the big fat pudge in his pants.  
Moneyclip, ain't guilded, but that'd be too obvious.  He sure
ain't shy about whipping that bad boy out, and making it rain.

Well, for once, he's right.  Junior says he needs "Some sense
beat into them."

Did they stop for gas, or something?  The lot to buy him a car?]

;

Mr. Wright

"Hey, Emmet?"  She leaned down, to cross her arms on the window
frame.  "You want to come in, tonight."

"Sure," bad neighborhood, "Let me park."  Rolled up the windows,
locked it.

Yeah, all right.  I respect Harry, I'm not gonna go do something
like sleep with his wife.  With their kids there, and everything.

Brought dinner, but Junior carried it up, so I grabbed the beers
from the legwell, and carried them up.  Second floor apartment
for now, but only long enough to fix them up with something
better.  A shame to raise 3 kids, and work 3 jobs, just to rent a
2 bedroom apartment.

"Uncle Emmett!"

"Hey."  The older one just shrugged.  Sat down, moody teenager,
mopes around, quiet, and doesn't seem to care.

"Can I take your hat!"  She tried it on, carrying it back to hang
it up by the door.  "Ngh!"  Had to jump to catch it, but got it
on the first try.  I kicked off my boots.

"Leave mister Wright alone, and put these out."

"CallMeEmmitt."

At the table, Harry's wrapping, up, and has to stop for some
business on the way, so there's a chair open?

"Valentino's, got veal picatta."  Family sized.

"Where's that?"

"Waco?"  Long drive, don't have to go through there, but it's
quicker.

"Ooh, Pizza!"  She took her plate to the counter, buffet style.

"I heard so much about you."  She tucked Tagliatelle in her
mouth.  "Mh!"  Set down her fork.  Chewed, and slipped the
dangling ones into her lips, and wiped her mouth on the napkin. 
"MHHHH!"  She laughed, "Hahaha!"

"Uh!"  What?  She just dropped her fork, and left.  One less
mouth to feed?

Is it that obvious?  "It's her favorite."  Oh, now he tells me.

So, he's in on it.

"Forgetabout it."

"Brooklyn?"

"Mhm?"

"Well, I'm gonna go get cleaned up."

"You're not hungry?"

"I already ate."

;

Brooklyn (FdoM)

"Jersey, actually."  It's just a nickname, and my youngest took
the rest of her pizza to their room.

Terramisu, too.

"So, what'd you hear about me?"

"Well, lots of stuff, really;" but enough about me.  "You know
where I grew up, times were tough, so I started hanging around
the wrong side of the tracks."

"Fell in with a rough crowd?"  He nodded.

"More wine?"  Topped mine off from the box, and closed the
refrigerator.

"You're an author."

Yes.  "I write from my experiences."

SMUT!

Dropped a copy of Back Alley Boys on the table.

"Novels?"

"Not the kind you find at the secondhand store."

[Anastasia G. Ligetti.]

"What's the G. stand for?"

Sit back down.  "Gray."  No copywrite infringement, this is a
different timeline.

"That with an E.  Or an A."

"An A.  Like Gray's Anatomy?"  Got a copy of that lying around
somewhere.

He squinted.  "Jewish?"

"Jewish, Italian," I rolled my hand, "Mediterran, It's all
Greek."  To me, "American, whatever.  Forget about it, so
anyways, I mostly heard about you from my son.  You understand,
My Harry doesn't like to talk about his feelings."

"For me?"

He put his leg up, shifted in his seat.

Now, I don't want to sound like a homophobe, but; "Now, I don't
have a problem with.  His, lifestyle choices."

"Well, actually, it's congenital."

"Bein gay?"

"M'yes."  Take my word for it.  "He's not just gay, he's
hypervirilized."  Didn't get it all from his daddy.

"I see."  He put his elbows up on the table.  "He takes after his
father."

But enough about me;  "In a manner of speaking."  Same phenotype.
 "But what he learned from me was Discipline."  Both of them. 
From a certain point of view.

"Told youthat, too."  He blushed!  "Huh."

"That you're into S&M, whips, and chains."  Pregnant little
ladies with the, mh.  Menstral pains.

~Vlad Drac (Mr. Bungle.)

The Girls of Porn:

:

"Stacy?"

I pulled off my headphones, "Uh huh?"

"You want to come help me with something?"

"Oh, mom."  I opened the door.  "Oh!  Mr. Right!"

In a Ball Gag.

"Mh!"

"I know, call you Emmett."  She pulled his wrists, by the belt.

"On the bed!"

"He been bad?"

"Looking at my son's ASS!"

"MhMH!"

"But he likes spanking?"

"Yeah," she rubbed it in.  "He likes spanking."

Taught her everything she knows!  "Goody!" I clapped, and jumped
like a cheer-leader.  "I like spanking!"

She put down the camera.  "Good."  She came around, where you
could see the family resemblance.  Carefully, aimed to take in
the whole scene.

I'ma porn star, but she writes it!  Well, my brother helped out.
A lot.

"Mh cheeks.  Nice tight fucking cheeks.  Oh, god.  Mrh, yeah." 
Festival, carnival.  Fucking carnival, man!

"Let me put on some music."

Good idea.  "Like a rhine-stone Cowboy!"  Ew.  We-ew!

"Ngh!"  He hates this song.

"What's wrong, a little too close to Home!?"

"Stacy.  No so hard.  Here, let me show you how to spank a man."
He rubbed, what he could with his hands tied, but moved them out
of the way.  "Mhm!"  Nodded.

Yeah, "Okay, mommy!"  he likes it.

"Nph!"  Don't, hit them, too hard, he needs, to.  Toughen.  Up!"

"Ngh!"

"Let me try it!"

"Faggot.  Looking at my son like some cheap peice of meat.  You
can't buy this good quality, you fucking pervert."

"You're,"  He tenses.  "Weak!"

"Ngh!"  I held off the last double swat, charged like a
power-attack, until her relaxed.  "Nguh!"

"Can't fuck guys like him, they like it too much, but you need to
learn DisciPlinh!"

"Mom, mom.  I got this."

She backed off.  "HhH!"  Got her hands in her underpants.  Back
against the wall, arching in the side of the frame, in her
underwear.

Getting stinky.  "Snh, had enough?"

"Mhm!"  He nodded.  So, I turned him over.  "Oh!  What have we
here?"  I felt it.  "Oh, it's so cute."  I pouted.  "It get any
bigger, when it's hard?"

"Nhz'fuh!"

"Yeah, nice and hard.  I bet you like it nice and hard, don't
you?"

"Mhm!"

"What the fuck does that mean?  What's the problem, cat got your
tongue?"  I unbuckled the gag, and popped the ball out with a
nise slap to the cheek.  "Huh!  Yeah!"

He rubbed it in.

"Shut up, you know you talk too much."  I rubbed it in.  My
crotch, under my skirt.  "Don't look at her, look at Me!"

"Ah!"

"Stacy, take a break."

"Okay, mom."  She had her panties off.

"Look at this," she rubbed his face in them.  "Look at this mess.
 Smell it."

"Snh, huh!"

"You smell it?  Answer me, I asked you a question."

"Yes, yes mistress!"

"Filthy fag fucker can't even keep it up."

"Nh!"

"Smell it, smell what you're missing you little cocksucker.  Let
me teach you a lesson, in what you're supposed to do with your
mouth."

"Yes, oh yeah!"

"Shut up!  That wasn't a question.  Eat it, lick it out good."

"Lwm, muph!"

"Get it good and wet!"

She pushed up, leaned back, and twisted to put her hand down.

"Get the back, don't forget to clean your plate, there's always
room for desert.  Huh!  Yeah, fuck, yrH!  Suck that ass.  Suck
the shit out of my ass.  Filthy, fuh, huh!  Fucking, mouth.  Ngh!
 Augh!  Yeah!"

"WBLBublibduh!"

"Here," she got off.  Of his face, overacted it, really, but it's
time for my little star to shine.  "You try it."

"Okay, mom."

;

Bottom:

;

Mind,

Blown.

"Ngh!"  She jerked me off, all over her daughter's face.  On
camera, I've payed thousands of dollar, and I've never been
fucked like that.

That's the problem, with women these days.  They don't want to
fuck you.  Just lay back and take it like a girl.  Ironically
enough, I actually have to pay professionals to make me feel
likeiss, but.

"Now, don't tell your father about this."

"I won't, mom."

She skipped down the hall.  Skirt swishing.

"Oh, god!"

That was epic!

"Here, let me untye you."

"You girls are real pros."

"Let me make this."  She held my eyes.  "Perfectly clear.  We are
not whores.  Call girls, hookers, or prostitutes.  You
understand?"

Very proffessional, however.  "Yes, mistress."

"We're just making home movies here.  Now, I understand you don't
have any contacts in the pornographic community?"

I shook my head.

"Good, the industry is our competition.  We run a little,
underground network, an Undernet, if you will, but it's still a
bit of a small, local outfit.  So, we could use a little
investment in locations, especially.  For instance here, we can
only really appeal to the Cuckhold, teen bedroom, and childporn
markets."

"Child.  Pornography?"

"Myeas."  She nodded.  Set down the belt, rolled up, right next
to the ball-gag.  "So, honestly, we invited you in to night to
make you an offer you can't refuse."

She pulled out another strappy thing.  By the dildo.

"Now, hang on here."

"No, you listen.  When I said you can't refuse, I ment it, quite
literally.  Your life, the one you resent so much, your money,
your luxury, and your family."  She held it up.  "I hold it in
the palm of my hand.  Your ass is Mine.  Literally, but now I'm
going to make it official.  Or, just as soon as I slip into
something very uncomfortable."

"Look."

My hand got to her shoulder, right before the straps pulled tight
around my wrist.  She twisted, and held it down.

"No."

She turned.  "You, Listen!"

I bounced on the bed.

"Aauh!"   Twisting my arm behind me.

"Don't make me rape you."

"Hhhuhhhhn!"

I sank down

She sank

down.

On my back.

I give up.

There's

nothing

I can

do.

Now, turn over.

Relax, hold onto the pillow.

Bite it if you have to.

Relax, it'll only hurt

More, if you don't

relax.

"Huhhhhh!"

..............!?

My back cracked.

"Nghuh!"


;

Xtacy {Morion}

Well, when she said don't make me rape you, she ment again. 
Forced concent, and he loved it.

Girls, if you haven't tried gang raping a man, tell your friends,
and go out to pick one up.

They're eazy.  From the sound of it, he's loostening up, too.

"Junior?"  My brother came out.  Hard as wood.

"Need a hand with that?"

"Not the member we need.  Isn't that right, faggot?"

"No?"  Came back out, a few minutes later.

Wiped his dick off, and went back in his room.

A few minutes later, satisfied?

"So," he looked uncomfortable, "You, and your mother, are;"

"Sexual Terrorists?"  I nodded.  Sipped.  "Want some hot
chocolate?  I made Lotz."

{Watch that ghetto-language.}

"Hihihn!  It's really good."  I sat back, "Siph"ed my lip, "And
you might need a little cooldown, after that."  Wiped my mouth.

He went to wash his face.  BSOD, We're sorry, the number you have
dialed has been redirected, or is no longer in service.  Please
hang up and dial the number again.

Boo dee DEE!

"Huh! Yeah."  Pulled some paper towels off, made for the
trashcan.

"Save it."

{Good one!}

I had a good teacher.

He left it on the counter.

"How do you feel?"

"She destroyed me."

"Broken?"  I rubbed his back.  "Good."

The perfect state of Mine.

Feeling like a fish outta what're there, eh Captain America?

{Uh!  Tell me about it!}

Forgettaboutit.  "Come on, let's sit down."  I pulled out a chair
for him.  "Let's talk business, now."

"What kind of business?"

"Real estate?  You ever seen 8 milimeter?"  {Wrong timeline.} 
She shook my head. "Never mind."

"You guys do." he whispered, 'childporn?'

"Oh, no."  {Haven't done Snuff yet!}  "I outgrew that."

"What about your sister?"

"You're not her type."  Probably slapped off enough times to pass
out by now.

{Still alive, so there's that.}  She shrugged my shoulders.

"Well, how did it evereven happen in the first place?"

"It's a long story, mom'll give you a copy.  Sure you wouldn't
like some hot chocolate?"

"Yeah, I'll take some."

"What we need is locations."  Poured from the saucepan. 
"Marsmallows?"  Picked out of a box of Lucky Charms, I ate the
Hearts.  "Industrial, you know all the refineries, and pipeline
pumping stations?"

"We mostly deal in residential, and commercial, but I can see
what's on the market."

"Buy, and sell.  We just need some privacy long enough to film,
then you can turn them over for profit, or hang onto them for a
while until the Fuel Wars."

{What are you doing?}

It's a surprise.

"Is that right?"

"Take my word for it, or leave it."

"You're terrorists?"

"Oh, don't worry about US bombing pipelines, and burning oil
fields like a renegade Saudi Amir.  You know Charles Manson?"

"Personally?"

"Sexual."  I nodded, "Terrorism.  You know the type."  UR1. I2,

{Me three!}

"Yeah, I think I see where this is going.  So, what you're
saying..."

"Huh!"  I rolled my eyes, so he'd stop.  "Well, if you'd shut up
a minute, I'll just go ahead and TELL you."

"Sorry."

"Forgetaboutit."

Uh!

Perfect timing.  "I better go put some clothes on."  Hair's dry,
though.

;

{Oh, and Covert incest, cybernetic posession by demons out of
time:

Metaphysic Note.  She (Morion) remembered the trip It shewed
Amanda Hunt in \Parent Directory/Generations/Genesis...

So, in the beginning, It started a bunch of wars to take over
humanity, and change the 83 Light Year transmission record.

"Come to Earth, we'll kick your ass!"  ~US.

Culminating in the America World War:  US vs Them, everyone lost.


Meanwhile IT traced a loop in the timeline by "Inventing"
Neuronano, and helped to create the Cyberzerkers.  Before the
Radulla get here, we need to tool up, because they tend to lead
with a planetoid, then follow-up with the moon to leave a mirror
smooth ball of obsidian, with a ring, then make a Gas Giant to
cover it up.

So, it wiped the slate clean and started over.  A brief period of
Anarchy followed by an era of commercial growth to develop space
colinization, and genetically engineered life forms to mine the
moon, and surround the planet in a ring of artificial satelites.

Then the Eugenics war, where the kind of constituents that
would've eleced Goldfinger rather than let a skirt, or a Jewish
Socialist take over after having a nigger in the White House
banded together to drive all the GMOs off the planet, then
surrounded it with a Kessler Field of schrapnel with centuries of
surface-to-orbit missile bombardment.

The GELFi retaliated by nuking, both poles, in harmonc
progression to electrify it, cause Auroras down the the equator,
and seemingly random sheet-lightning storms with a nasty habit of
hitting logistical targets, when nobody's around.

Meterological warfare.

"You want world peace?  The only way to unite humanity is against
a common enemy."

After beating US, Basiatus thought they might be tough enough to
take on the Radulla.

Didn't stick around long enough to find out, but left on a
specific date.  At a specific time, weighing in at a particular
mass, and on a very specfic vector.  Around the sun, gaining Mass
as they fell, then shedding at periGee, traiding it in for
Velocity, heading roughly for the Hyades, to the Pliedies,
eventually up the spiral arm to CHAOS.

The supermassive black hole, spinning as infinite density, faster
as it contracted, and with every mass added, it spins faster in
accordance with Conservation of Angular Momentum.

It's a trick, shot, but apparently that throws off Gravity Waves,
what I don't know about Radullan inter-temporal travel.

Back in time, I just had to wait until the stars were right,
because the target coming out of that bank shot is another
Galaxy, and it's a long way away.  Cold, dark, silent except for
the photons piling up on It's surface, coasting for a rendevous
for the Sisters.

Of Mercey, It actually calls them Barbera and Lorraine, from an
old Leonard Cohen song.  It brought along the whole library, and
a DJ to play them.  Books, movies, everything on the original
timeline to do it all again, with 1 major difference.

The Many Worlds Interpretation of Quantum Mechanics. It's all
mathy wathy, but the conclusion is that if you go back in time,
it just creates another timeline, where you're there.  Just made
a loop, to see what happened.

Left It's scouting program to clean up the mess.

On the second lap, He played pirates, while She was off fucking
around with the Alberich.  Eldritch, whatever they were calling
it at the time.

{This is where I came in.  Then, I decided that if It can do it,
so can I.  I don't know about better, but I'm learning.  The
trick is that It doesn't know I'm here.  Neither does She, so I
can get in on the ground floor with Liggetts, and a Genophath
every generation, so I can carry him to the next.}

So, Sexual Terrorism.

{Exactly what I'm in for.}

Rape?

{Oh, yes!}

;

Incidentally, that's in Possession, via Junior, of Mister Wright.
 You never know if you can play in that league, lesson you try
out.

/