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 These are basically fantasies of the Co-author/requester for this whole
sub-directory.  The Character "Wendy" is basically her fantasies -starting
with her Origin- only she gets to live them out, instead of inhibit them.
For therapy, and orgasms.  I can't promise orgasms, but I can certainly
try:

   ;

   Gwin (gF Geri Pedo Voye WS Mast.  Also Bestiality, and Snuff, I'm not
heading chapters with trigger Warning, so I have that space for out of
context notes, but consider yourselves warned.  This one's not all flowers,
and kittens.)

   Miss Edna loved to garden, and I loved to watch her.  She must have been
70, or 80, somewhere in there, but my earliest memories were watching her
through the fence.  Sometimes from my window, then the tree in my back yard
when I learned to climb it.

   I don't know how old I was when I realized she didn't wear underpants.
She bent, and squatted down.  To garden, I suppose out of convenience, she
just stopped bothering with them.  Though I was never brave enough to ask
if incontinence was a factor.  I was too young to consider the opposite,
that it was a fetish for her.  Erotic, sexual, or some other words for
things I had never heard of before.

   I couldn't say whether my parents sheltered me, or exposed me, but my
first erotic feelings were for her, definitely.  I didn't think she was
pretty, though she had a beautiful voice, hummed, and sang to herself, and
I copied her.  Dug in the dirt, anyway, with sticks, then toy shovels and
buckets as they were gotten to me.  I peed in them, and covered it up. 
Made mud, and played with it, also defecated in them, "Puppy holes" I
called them, and the underwear came right off, as soon as I could go out,
and play.  As well as other things, we had a swingset, outdoor toys, I had
a little rake I used in fall, no hoe, but my favorite was the Trowel.

   I dug in the back yard, and when I could I watched Her.  Whatever she
did in the yard, she kept it up, it was her life in her later years, having
nothing else to occupy it.  She didn't have pets, she had plants, and a
couple green thumbs.  And a trowel, she kept in the pocket of her apron. 
Just like the one at the hardware store I saw, and begged daddy to get me.
I forget what project it was, whether there was plumbing, lumber, he was an
old fashioned man.  He didn't cook, or clean, he fixed stuff around the
house.  Probably the most useful tool, along with the work gloves, and a
hoe for standing up, and working a lot of dirt around.  She loved that
trowel, though.  I saw it, but long after I first saw her touch herself.

   She wiped it, on her skirt.  After peeing, it got to where I recognized
the sigh, the relief of relaxing, and stopped whatever I was playing with
to listen at the fence.  The patter of drops on loose soil.  She peed in
her garden, Nitrates I understand now.  Urea, breaks down to Ammonia, and
so forth, but I wasn't a chemist, I was a little girl.  If I had a chance,
I'd peek through the slats to catch her pushing back her skirt.  Between
her knees, to lift the hem, and absently wipe it.  I swear, sometimes she
didn't even stop what she was doing.  She let it out pulling weeds.  Or
digging with the trowel, even holding the watering can in one hand.

   "Hhhhhhhhh...' Ptptptptptptp.

   Wipe, didn't have to think about it.  I did it enough, I didn't have to
think about it either, but I used it too.  The pee to soften up dry baked
summer ground with dead grass, or wake up worms in the roots of the tree to
play with, or just hold it, and dig a hole to fill up, and bury it,
especially when I had to poop.  This is natural shit, boys scouts still do
it, and so do soldiers.  Other campers, I did it playing in the back yard.
We didn't have dogs or cats either.

   She also, played with it.  Her wrinkley old cunt, the first one I got to
see good, when I barely had one to look at, and not conveniently located
anyway.

   I climbed up the tree one time, cause I heard her grunting.  I thought
she was digging, or pooping, or something but she was just laying back in
the wheel barrow.  Feet up on the handles, knees out to the side, sun
shining through the leaves to dapple her sundress and tanned arms like a
leopard, but rippling with my shakes.  I went out on a limb, literally, to
hang over the fence, and my shadow even covered part of her.

   I watched her, playing with myself, and crouching like that, I could
feel up, between my knees.  Had to hold on with my other hand, but I could
feel it, and see what she was doing too.  To copy her, my head somewhere
around her chest, but she unbuttoned the bib of her dress, and folded it
down.  The straps fell off to the sides, and I saw her flattened breasts.

   Wrinkly, also deflated, but flattened by gravity, she alternated
nipples, and played with them.  Pinching, pulling, twisting, even shaking
them like wet washcloths?  I think, yeah in the bathtub.  Float 2 wet
washcloths, I don't believe I remember this, but pinch them in the middle,
and pull them up.  I did that, in up to my waist, and played with them. 
Sucked water out of them, thinking of her old leathery, pale wrinkled
granny titties, the way she played with them.

   "ehhhhhhh!" That's the sound she made.  Her three fingertips frantic in
the top of her furrow.  No doubt working that dry little pea for all it's
worth, but that was my first orgasm, watching her.  I didn't cum, I peed.
Wet myself, she didn't but her fingers were wet.  Slipping out of her, then
back in several times.  Changing it up, but she was a 3 finger woman.  It's
how she did it, I had to work my way up to that with my small skinny
fingers.

   However, mine were rough.  For a girl's I had callouses from digging
with sticks for years before I got toy tools, then real tools.  Digging
hands, so did her's, but old skin vs new skin.  I just watch, and copied
her the best I could, but I didn't feel inside until later.  She got up,
went inside just holding the straps over her shoulders.  Happy, smiling,
humming to herself.  Don't remember the tune, but she had so many.  Went
in, and dropped her dress in the kitchen.  She disappeared from the window.

   I must have been 11, or 12, at the time, but I wiped myself, with my
skirt, quite a bit more than was needed to get dry, but felt immense erotic
pleasure from that.  Not an orgasm, yet, but the position, squatting up on
a limb, and holding onto another became inconvenient for further
exploration.  So, I climbed down, and took a bath to continue.

   ;

   Dolly

   I stopped playing with dolls, then I got them out again.  In the bath,
mostly, the peeing one, I could just squeeze her belly, and dip her down to
the waist to fill her up, squirt hot "Pee" all over me, and she left her
magazines out on the porch.  I took one, [Old and Young] and by young I
mean childporn, but I had to be twelve by then.

   Not a particularly dry summer, but I watered the yard a lot, and peed in
it every chance I could get.  Mother had to work, but being a single child,
I was independent, and could entertain myself.

   12 year olds were popular in the magazines, but I especially like Little
Miss Pissypants.  That was about a 6 year old that knew how to potty, and
could even hold it in bed, but she held it to play with her great aunt
Fran, and herself.

   Got good at orgasming, with pee to get hot and wet, or in the bath. 
Started wetting the bed again, to play with myself, and even pissed my
panties at school to play with them.

   Oh, and had the rest of the day pantiless.  Tried to work up the courage
to flash my teacher, miss Mitchel.  Old schoolmarmy type with beads hanging
around her neck from her glasses, a bun, and I bet a nasty wrinkly cunt
under all those slips.

   She had movies, too, but had to set up the projector.  And the screen,
on a tripod, slides too, but I got so excited when she turned the a film. I
stole mommy's Opera Glasses.  They fold up flat like a rectangular compact,
but they had holes in back, and lenses that popped up in the middle, so I
could see in her attic, whenever the bright flicker came on at night.

   Now, she left childporn books on the back porch.  All stapled together,
black and white, with about as much stories between the pictures, but
movies.

   I got a basin, to squat over, and put the glasses up on the sill.  I
din't have to hold them, just look while I felt the warm wet trickle
between my lips, and my fingers.

   She had to watch the snuff film in the attic.  Don't ask me where she
got it, I only saw the one, but she watched it enough times for me to see
the whole thing.

   A very little girl, I'm going to guess 3, give or take a few moths
either way.  Cute, short blond hair bunched up in curls, and her momma, or
a pregnant lady close enough to be related, maybe an aunt, or another
blond, but enormously pregnant, on a dairy farm.

   At first, she just follows her around the field, both naked, the camera
set up, and not moving.  No sound, but it's far away anyway, then a cow
wanders over.  A bull, as it turns out, though oddly no horns.  She doesn't
fuck it, but she sure sucked it, right by the fence, with the little girl
in her lap, going back and forth between her breasts, but bull milk running
down over both of them, until she let him go, to wander off.  Just pulled
it between the beams of the fence.

   I got off watching that, and she must have as well, because she got up,
and turned it off.

   Not naked, but in the light, the screen shown through her nighty, came
halfway down to her knees, but no underwear.

   Great big hips, and thick thighs, pancake titties, but I couldn't really
see her wrincles from so far away.

   She had a tree in her yard too, which I could climb, she always took her
time to enjoy her movie, when she fired it up.  Often late at night, but
bright enough to wake me.  The next time, I wanted a closer look.  To see
her, but I climbed over the fence in the dark.  Up her tree in the dark,
and even been on her roof, on a moonlit night, but this one was very dark.
Nothing but stars, but my eyes got used to it before I got back to the
window.

   She had a chair, just the back with no arms, but a bentwood frame around
a padded seat, and back.  Not facing the window unfortunately, but when she
was done, she pulled something out.  I later broke in (She left windows
open in summer, we all did) and pulled down the trap door, and climb up to
find a tiny porcelain baby.  Like a doll, but just curled up, feet
together, almost like a point, holding her tummy, and sucking her thumb,
both arms just ridges, wrapped around her round little body.

   That she pulled out of her, I didn't see it, but she just put it back in
the dollhouse when she was done.  She never knew I had even been in her
attic, much less that I had seen her watch the movie.

   Also black and white, the pregnant lady in it could have been her when
she was younger, or a relative.  For all I knew, she could have been one of
the girls, but not the one at the end.

   After the bull, she played with dogs, and an older girl, talked to her
but there was no sound.  I could barely hear the clacking projector, but
her moans got loud enough through the window.  Looked like how dogs make
puppies, the bitch was obviously in heat, and the other one fucked her. 
She wandered off, sated, but then the same lady, only not pregnant wiped
her stink between the girl's legs.  I don't know, she could have been 9, at
least 7, smiled with all her teeth, and let the dog sniff her.  Lick her,
and bent over, the lady held him between his quickly humping legs, then
felt her back, and went around, and held her tits for the girl to suck,
while the dog fucked her.

   His paws were wrapped, with tape, or something like Q-tips, but after he
fucked the big girl, the woman lay down, and pulled him over her by the red
head.  The girl sat on her face, and peed on it.  While the dog fucked her.
He had a muzzle on too, but I watched the girl's hands, feeling her tits,
while she rode her mouth, tongue, and nose.  The dog finished, and wandered
off, then the lady got up, and bent over for the girl to fingerfuck her
glistening wet hairy cunt.

   Finally, it was the girls turn, but I fell over.  Curled up on the roof
of the porch, right under her attic window, and shivered.  My fingers
clenched tight between my shaking legs, I heard her squeel, and moan before
I was done.

   Last, she was pregnant again, and the same little 3 year old from
before, only this time in a barn with a cow.  No bucket, but she was bound.
Her hooves staked down so she couldn't move, or kick, a pile of fresh
patties behind her, in a puddle of piss.  The toddler played with the
udders, delightedly milking them out, all over her, muddy, straw stuck to
her, into her mouth, and sucking them too, but all kinds of filthy fun. 
The woman's hands joining to wipe her gritty thighs, and buttocks.

   Grope her, pet her fat hairless crotch, pinch her lops together, and lip
her fingers between her buttocks.  She peed, and squirted milk down there.
Then, the lady turned around to squat, but the muddy straw filled greyish
brown mess had spread all over.  She didn't just piss, but that trickled
out a while, the girl was half rinsed off of it before she let her head
down, her hair hanging in a cloud of golden curls, then a dark brown solid
tail of a turd started hanging.

   That filthy little girl lay back, mouth wide open, but she teased her
with it, dipping, then pulling away before her teeth snapped shut.

   "Ehhhhhn!" Her shriek was ragged, and rough, but before she got up, the
girl was sitting again, rubbing it all over her face, and chest, and round
tummy, and between her crossed legs.  I just closed my eyes, before she
turned it off, and held my breath.

   She left, let the trapdoor spring back up so the whole attic was dark,
so I climbed back down to went to bed when I could.  Still walking funny,
and drifting dreamily across her yard.  Over her fence, then up in the
tree.

   I didn't want to climb down, just leaned back, enjoyed the stars, the
cool summer air, the afterglow, and the sick images.

   She caught me, and molested me before I saw what happened, to that
little girl.  The 3 year old, but that was when I felt the most in love
with her.

   I don't know, when I think she noticed me.  She pretended like she
hadn't seen me although a few times I was peeing in plain sight of her. 
She ignored me at first, even though I was so obviously trying to get her
attention.  Crouching in the crotch of my tree, giggling, and piddling onto
the fence.  She would just look in my general direction, drop shorts, pull
granny panties aside and piss like a racehorse.

   I wanted to, and I even got braver.  One time she started pissing and I
snuck up behind her.  When she was done, she just moved down the row,
didn't look back, but I pissed on the same spot.  She was squatting, back
turned, but behind her I was standing pulling my lips back to aim forward.
Hoping she would hear it, look back to see what made that sound, the
pattering of my piss in her garden, right where she squatted over it, and
wiped with her skirt.  I ran like hell before she stood up, I don't think
she ever knew I was there

   Then, she started leaving c p mags on her porch full of tots and
infants. For me to sneak up, and look at, usually squatting under the table
to look at.  Piddle and diddle, thinking about all those little girls,
playing sex, and pissing with the old ladies.  Then, I would sneak into her
yard and take them when she went inside, then return them when I was done.

   One time she caught me.  I don't know where, she hid in her yard, but
"Huh?" I saw her, standing at the bottom of the stairs, watching me.  I
wanted to run, but there was a railing all around, and she blocked the
stairs.  I didn't even think of running in her back door, but she grabbed
me, pulled me out from under the table.

   "What do you think you're doing in my yard." The first thing she ever
said to me, she was always quiet.  Kept to herself, took care of her
garden, pissing, and masturbating when she thought nobody was looking.  And
singing to herself, she had such a beautiful singing voice, but now that
she was mad, she screeched ragged, like a witch, or her moans when she
orgasmed.

   She pulled up my skirt, and swatted my bare buttocks, just once.  I
cried out, but I knew what I was doing, what I climbed over the fence to
do, and she saw me.  Looking at her dirty pictures, squatting to play with
my piss, and even the little puddle I left to drip between the boards.

   "Now this is fantacy." She grabbed the discarded pages, and showed me.
"You like that?" Finally, touching me with her old dry wrinkled fingers.  I
nodded, "you like old ladies, little girl?  You want to do that?"

   "Mhm?" I just closed my eyes.

   "Filthy little brat, I should spank you for this.  If you weren't so
pretty." She kissed my head, smelled my head, "Now I have you, all to
myself.  My little pretty."

   *This is real*, I thought.  I had this fantasy, or so many like it.  I
dreamed about going to her, telling her how I feel, just had no idea what
to say.  I was afraid, she wouldn't like me.  She would say no, and break
my heart.  She didn't, she touched me, and I couldn't say anything.  Do
anything, it wasn't fear, I cried, but to this day I think it was tears of
joy.

   This wasn't a dream, just a fantasy.  It was really happening, and it
felt better than I even imagined.

   "Nh!" I could grunt, but she rubbed it faster.  And faster, my clit, and
the barely hairy lump in front of it.  3 fingers, just like I'd seen her
do, but upside down.  Backwards, bent over her lap as she had to spank me.
Once, just one swat, to my bare quivering cheeks, now this.  "Ngh!" I could
nod, "Ngahh!" Moan, "Nyaaaaaah!"

   Cum.

   "Yes, you love it.  You pretty little slut.  But you're mine now.  All
mine."

   ;

   Don't ask me why, but I've always had a predilection for girls.  Little
ones, especially cute little toddlers.  Since I was a teenager, I tried
girls my age, and women as I grew up, but really, it's just not the same
for me.  I can have sex with them, I do, but that feels gay to me.  I don't
like men, I especially don't like the idea of having sex with one.  If we
could just get babies without them, and make sure they're all girls, that
would be great.  Or pregnancy, that looks like fun!  I saw my mother go
through that, no thanks.  I got a baby sister out of that, and she was my
first.  I potty trained her, momma showed me how, but then it got sexual.

   That's when I found my sexuality.  Just counting back the years, I had
to be about 13.

   "Hm." Like her.  I put my leg up, crossed them, and watch her roll the
stroller around.  The park, all those mommies, and their preeschool
daughters.  Sons too, I suppose.  Oh well, can't live with them, no
daddies, though.  The little playground, the big kids are over there by the
fort.  They have their toys.

   She sat down.

   "Which one's yours?"

   "Uh, Sally." I pointed.  One of those questions, just to pass the time.
She noticed me before, took her weeks to think up that.

   "You just like to watch?"

   I blinked.  "Excuse me?"

   "It's okay, me too."

   "What?"

   She turned, whispered in my ear.  'I like to watch.' My heart skipped a
beat.  'and I know what you are.'

   "Is that so?"

   She sat back, talked normally, but looked around.  I did too, a little
late, but a young girl, whispering to an adult woman, isn't that odd, is
it? Compared to a single woman, coming to the baby playground, by myself,
to watch them play.

   "I better go."

   "Before you cum?" I just nodded, ran off.

   "Uh!" I made it to my car.  "Huh, uh!"

   Someone could see me, curled up in the back seat, desperately playing
with myself.  Again, usually kids, I have to do something.  Just the look
of shock, when the see me.  Gasp!

   "Nuhn!  Huhn!" That's better.  A quicky.  I don't want to get caught,
but if I don't do anything.  "Mh?"

   She knocked on the window.

   "You done?" I blinked.  She opened the door, I didn't even think to lock
it.  "You like kiddy porn?"

   "What?"

   "Scoot over." She just left the stroller by the open door.  "You know,"
unzipped her purse, "Pictures, of children?  You like baby girls, right?"

   "Wh?" She pulled out photos.  Not polariods, Kodak.  I pulled my hand
out of my underwear.  A little early, so I pulled them out again.

   Pussies, perfect puffy pubeless pussies.  "Oh!"

   "I'll keep an eye out." She winked, and looked around.  "See any you
like, they're 50 bucks apiece."

   "They're all closeups.  You have any faces, or sexual.  Action?"

   "I can get you whatever you want, these are just the twat shots.  Now, I
don't have to tell you this is highly illegal, and secret.  If you want any
custom shoots, or requests, those are extra.  Not butt shots.  I just
didn't bring any but I have a lot of crawling around, without a diaper. 
Bending over, and getting up.  Walking around, bottomless."

   "Yeah, hahuh!"

   "Also nursing, pottying, that's all regular stuff.  If you want me to
have sex with them."

   "Ngh!" Just nodding.

   "That's extra."

   "Mhm!"

   "Touching them.  Licking their pussies, or them sucking me off."

   "NGAHHH!"

   "Try to keep it down."

   "Mhhhhhn?" Hold my breath.

   "If you want to play with one yourself.  Well, that costs a lot."

   "HhHhH!" I relaxed.  Barely heard the door close, but she left me 1.  1
photo, with a number on the back.  Like a business card:

   [This one is a Free Sample.

   Page me, any time after
10:00 Pm.  Petra.]
It took her a while to call back.  That 1 picture, and the way we met
kept me going for weeks, but I knew I needed more.  It's just the pussy, a
fat little pussy, it could even be a shaved fat girl, but I can't see any

more of her.

   I want more.  Of course, she knew that.

   "Yes?"

   "May I speak with Petra?"

   "Who's this?"

   "Lindsay, we met in the park."

   "Yeah right, could you be a little more specific?"

   "We didn't exchange names, but you left your number.  Um, in my back
seat?"

   "Blue hatchback?"

   "Yes."

   "Texas License plate, let me see, um.  KRZ-ninety three seventy three?"

   "Yes."

   "Is this your home number?"

   "Yes, it is."

   "Use a payphone next time.  Playground in an hour?"

   "All right." I'm excited, not just for more pictures, but to see her
again.  You don't know what it's like, having these desires, and being
unable to even talk about them.  To anyone, not knowing if they'd
understand, but knowing they'd think me insane.  It's a long drive, across
town.  There's a playground in my apartment complex, and a swimming pool,
but I wouldn't.  Not there, better to use the payphones by the office. 
Someone could walk bye, hear us talking, but.  At least then, it could be
anyone in those apartments.

   There's prostitutes, they live there, and drug dealers.  I'm a single
woman, I don't make much money, but I saved up.  $50.00 a picture is a lot,
I don't know if for childporn, I never bought any before.  I can afford it,
but, not as many as I would like.  I stopped by the bank, withdrew $250.00.
5 should do, for a month, right?

   "HhH!" I can't wait, to look at them with her.  She met me at the
parking lot, right by the little playground, I didn't even have to park.

   "You bring them?"

   "Of course, how much money you brought?"

   "Enough for 5."

   "Six, I can throw in an extra, for bulk discount."

   "You have that many?" She had a backpack, in her lap.  Unzipped it.

   "I have hundreds." She pulled out a family album, there was another one
in there.  "Let me see, you said baby girls." She had boys.  Flipped past
them.

   "Toddlers." I just looked, and drooled.

   "Oh right.  Butts?"

   "Mhm?" I stopped her, "Huh!" A whole page, and another.  Babies,
together.

   "Those cost double." Playing, naked, and getting so sexy together.

   "I'll take one." I pointed, "That one."

   "It's a lot more work, to set up.  Why it costs double."

   "Mhm?"

   "Two victims, doubles my risk."

   69, butt from behind.  Her butt, fat thighs spread over her head.  I
stroked my finger down the glossy plastic, right over her leg, and lingered
to tickle her foot.

   "Here we are, potty training?"

   "Oh yes!"

   "Pee or poop?"

   "Before and after?" I pointed, out 2 right next to eachother.

   "Yeah," she pulled them out.  "Same time.  I mean, before and after,
like you said, but same potty session."

   "Hhuhuh!"

   "You might want to pull over." She pointed.

   "Yeah," only 15mph, but still.

   "I'll keep an eye out.  If you want to pick a couple more out." I
flipped through.

   "What's in the other one?" I want to get my money's worth.

   "Double price.  You can pick 1." She pulled it out, still looking
around. Started at the back.  "I can show you one, with me, and a little
girl.  Think she was 3 at a time."

   "Touching her?"

   She nodded.  "There's a payphone, over by the baseball field.  How'd you
get into this?"

   "Hm?"

   I looked up, from the series.  She didn't just touch her, I was having
trouble picking one out.

   "Why?"

   "Call it a study.  It helps to know what makes you tick," she touched my
head, "Up here.  So, I can get you exactly what you want."

   "You're a babysitter." I guessed, fantasized about it.

   "Is that how you got into toddlers?"

   "No, I just watched."

   "Your mom?"

   "How'd you guess?"

   "I'm a child pornographer.  After a while, you learn to tell when you've
heard this story before."

   "It's that common?"

   "I don't know, but I've heard it before." She nodded, "See one you
like?" She flipped back, "I brought a mother, and baby one."

   "Oh!" I picked one right away.  She zipped them back in her bookbag.  I
grabbed my pocketbook.  "You want me to drop you off back at the park?"

   She reached up, turned off the light.  It got dark, dark corner of the
neighborhood.

   "You want to get off real quick?" She felt my leg.

   "Here?"

   "Best spot around." She felt the zipper on my hip.  "You want to talk?
Or get rid of me, touch yourself looking at those nasty pictures?"

   "No."

   She felt around the front.

   "Good." She pulled up my shirt.  Felt behind me.  "Lean over." Felt the
hooks on my bra, and unhooked them.

   "Uh!"

   "You need the pictures?"

   "I don't think so." I just saw them.

   "Remember the pictures." She felt my breast, sqeezed it, and kissed
around.  To find my nipple, when she did, it brushed her lip, and she
licked it.  "Huh!" Got it wet before she sucked it in.

   Her fingers just rubbed me.  Through my underpants, but faster, and they
brushed the fabric over my fresh shaved cunt with her palm.

   "Slphuh!  Spwk, pB!"

   "Oh!" She nodded, pulling my nipple down and up, but it slipped out.

   "Slah!  Swoq!"

   "Nh!" Think about the pictures.  "Hah!" Her fingers, inching so fast,
the cotton brushed me like a vibrator, while her middle finger slipped it
in, between to get damp, but dryly brush the folds, and the skin where they
came together in the top.

   "Hahuh!"

   "Hm!" She just felt up my tummy, my chest between my heaving breasts,
and around the one she just suckled.  The wet spot, she dried it on my
shirt, touching up sparkles of pleasure that burst out all over my body. 
"Hihn!" She sighed.  Sniffed.

   "Huh!  Huh, huh!" She felt behind me.

   "Turn around." I held the cups while she hooked it.  Put it over the
strap marks already there, felt out in the dark with her fingertips.

   I was still shivering, and gasping for air.

   "Hhhh!  I don't like children."

   "No?"

   "No, but I love pedophiles!" She laughed and got out.  Took her bag, and
her money.  I zipped up my pants first, then tucked my billfold in there.

   With the pictures.

   My favorite was the mother.  Just holding her little girl, far too old,
looked at least 4, maybe 5, she must have weaned.

   Twisted over in her lap, to hold the breast, her chubby little fingers
spread to sink in.

   With her legs held open, mommy's fingers gripping the chubby little
thigh.  Pudge of baby belly, and puff of cunt below that.  Spread a little
too, I looked real close, but I thought a little wrinkle of raisin in
there, or a deeper shadow at the bottom that could be her little fuckhole.

   Nasty mother.  Even better than the after photo.  After her dry cunt, to
show it.  All of it, then it parted, just a little for the ripple to
trickle out, tinkle into the water.

   But not as good as the first one.  The wet little cunt, buttocks up to
make the Heart shape, but her fat wet lips.  A little gap, and wrinkle in
there the way she's holding her thighs, but still squeezed out in the
middle.

   With spit, piss?  She didn't get wet the sexual way.  I tried that,
there's 1 way to get it wet the sexual way.  Kiss it, make it wet...

   It sure makes me wet.

   ;

   Petra

   Picked up on like the 3rd ring.  "Yes?"

   "Can I come over?"

   "Who's this?"

   Whisper, 'petra.'

   "Oh!  Yes, of course!" Fumbling around.  I think she's ready for the
next step.

   "Hey!" Awkward, "Uh." She's pretty, mature, nice tits, shaved cunt the
last time I felt her up, but we both had time to think about it.

   "Can I come in?"

   "Yeas of course." Finally closed the door.

   "I brought a movie."

   "Yeah?"

   "You want to watch it?"

   "Yes, of course." VCR, blinking, not midnight yet.  Hit eject but it was
empty, she turned it on.  "Bathtime."

   "You want to have sex?"

   "Do you?"

   "You didn't get off, last time."

   "Yeah, I did, but you want to talk?"

   "No."

   "Well, then watch the movie." Didn't actually watch this one yet, just
made it today, then got ditched by a buyer.  "I want to watch you." First.
She looked back, but I stood by the TV, so she could look back and forth.
"Hihn!" Look back, up side down, and squish, but I remember.

   I'd do it with any woman, that's into kids.  Any kids, but I like her.
Especially, she's kind of plain, and acts even plainer, to hide what she
is.

   Creepy, I love her creepy looks.  Nice meaty twat.  Hot skin sticking
out all over.  Like a pink clam, wet from dipping it out with her
fingertips.

   "Up!" On the Tv, "Let me get your bottom."

   "Oh!"

   I didn't make it just for her, but good reaction.  Her face, her eyes,
brows turned down, but it's such a happy face.

   "Ngh!" Nice eyebrows, not really an eyebrows girl, but I like her's.  So
expressive.

   "Oh!" And her moans.  Such a good moaner.

   "There, all clean." The water splashing, and sloshing, picking her up.
Then reaching back for a towel, wrapping her up.  Didn't really get a good
shot, of me or her, but I got the points across.

   "Now I'm all wet!" Taking off my top.

   "Hh, you like it?"

   Lick my lips.

   "Is that it?"

   "It's a start," I pulled out my shirt.  "Look, I did after, too." Joined
her on the couch, topless.

   "Hh?"

   "Relax!" It's so cute when they tense up!  "Hihn!  You can touch me.  Go
ahead, and touch me.  Like that." I spread my legs, so the skirt rode up.
Felt her shirt up.  "You getting close?"

   "Mhm?"

   "Hh!" I have to lead her by the hand.  I shaved, I can't make it look
like a toddler.  "Hhuh!  Yeah!" Act it up a bit, but now she's excited. 
"Here," point her finger, "Like this!"

   Looking over at the screen, oh right.  On the bed, so I lay back, pulled
my skirt all the way up, and felt my nipples.  "Hm!" I squirmed, "Please?"

   ;

   Charlotte {FG CP Molest}

   I saw what she did on the video, but I know how to molest a child.  It's
great to watch.  Okay, go for the clit.

   "Nm," she nodded, "Hm!" Shaved, all over, didn't feel any stubble, but
too skinny.

   "Huh!" I like her nipples.  I love her mouth on my nipples, but, big
cute pink puffy nipples, and she looks flatter on her back.

   "Oh, yes!" Her hands in my hair.

   "Smooch!  Can I have a picture?"

   "Of me?" She shook her head.

   "Not your face, this." I felt around.  They're soft, I thought they
would be bony, and if I press hard enough, I can feel her ribs, but I don't
have to.

   "Mh!" She had her hands between her legs.

   "Oh," I pushed them out of the way.  She grabbed mine.

   "Come down here.  Nh!  Smock!"

   "Huh!"

   "Mh, Harder." I pushed in harder.  I felt bone.  "Nh, and faster." She
turned "Mh, lalh!"

   Okay, her hands and face on my chest.  "Ohhh!" I tried to watch the
movie.  Even keep my head up, my eyes open.  "Hoh!" All over my chest,
moving everywhere, doing everything, licking, petting squeezing, swinging,
rubbing them over her face, and breathing on them.

   "Don't stop!"

   "Sorry,"

   "Faster!"

   "Huh!" Okay, I concentrated on that.

   "Nh!  Fuck me!"

   "Wh!"

   "Finger fuck me, stick something inHeah!  Fv!  Faster!" I fucked my
finger in as fast as I could.  "Afuck, faster!" It hurt my wrist, but she
finally grabbed it, and shook it in both hands.  "Oh, OauH!" Humping my
fist, mostly, just shook my finger in there, so I just wiggled it.  "Nh,
neah, auohhhhhhh!" She just relaxed, beating inside like a heart. 
"Hhuhhhh. Huhhhh, huhh!" She shivered, held my arms.  "No," she grinned,
"Don't get up." She twisted out, and I had to move my leg, but got up, and
patted my bottom.  "Scoot up." So, I got on the table.

   Felt my bottom all over, and split me open with her face.  Her mouth,
her tongue lapping down.

   "Oh!" I just let my head down, my hair on the table, and let her go to
work.

   The movie ended long ago.  "Oh!" She really knows what she's doing!  Oh
yes, "Uhn?" She didn't smack them.  Really.

   "Mhmhmhmhmn!" Is she fucking me with her tongue?"

   "Uhn?" All the way in, I can feel the spasms.  "Huh!  Yeah!  Nnh!" She
is!  Spanking me, not too hard, but, "Auh!" I didn't think I'd like it. 
"Yeaharder, UHN!" I never did before.  It makes me spasm, and slap back
into her face.  "Nauh!" She just holds me.  Tight to dig in, and work my
clit with her darting little tongue.  "Nh, hn hhh," gasp, "Hhihn?  Neah,
yeahs, yesss nH!  Yes!"

   "Huh!  Huh!  Huh!" Just her hot breath on my twitching cunt, then her
fingers.  Roughly scrubbing back and forth.

   "NhnheaHuh!" Again, only harder!  "Neauh!" A hard slap, that time, then
more finger scrubbing.  "Nhn, no, uh!  Stahp!" I just fell over, curled up
sideways and hugged my legs.  "HhihH!" Shivered.  She pulled her skirt
down, and started tucking her shirt in.  I heard her, pop the tape out.

   "Thanks," I tried to get up.  "That was great." Left me $200.00 on the
VCR.  I crawled to the couch first.  Almost got off again, when I saw the
money.  No note, just $200.00.

   ;

   Petra

   I cut through the complex, didn't even make it to my car.  Well, clear
across it, and away from the office, so I grabbed my backpack, dropped off
the tape, and went back.  Almost made it through the second cigarette, so I
finished it, then knocked.  Went right in.

   "You got some."

   "Yeah, I was in the neighborhood."

   "Snh?"

   "Snh?" Still smells like sex to me.

   "You smoke?"

   "Yeah."

   "At your age?"

   "If it bothers you." I sat down, "I can air out before I cum over."

   "Am I your whore?"

   "Depends, I can pay you in pictures, but."

   "Well, you have video."

   "Not on me, video is thousands.  Do you have thousands of dollars to pay
for video?"

   "Is this all I'm worth to you?"

   "You got off too.  Between us.  I called you, I needed it, you payed
off, but you got sex too, and you're really not that good at it yet."

   "Well, I can save up, but.  Huh!  I don't want pictures, any more."

   "Pictures, and sex."

   "All right, you're right that's great, but."

   "The deal is video for video.  If you star in it, and it makes enough
money, I can move you up to video.  Can you even hide it here?"

   "Yeah?"

   "Where?" Look around.  "You like the whore fantasy?"

   "What?"

   "You want to be my whore?"

   "Well, I could use the money."

   "No, do you want it.  Whore?"

   "Huh." She closed her eyes.

   "Good, here's another fifty.  I can set up a video, but it might take a
couple days.  Here." I dug out my old pager.  "I could use a whore like
you. I bet the guys are gonna just love you." Yes, she is in fact into it.
"You know the number," I need to get another one anyway, "I'll call you."

   ;

   Clapclap (fg Impa Play Frot Tot.)

   "I wath bad."

   "Oh yeah?"

   "Uh huh!" she thought, "I stoled candy."

   "What kind of candy?"

   "Suckers?"

   "You have any left?"

   "There all uthed up."

   "In your pussy?"

   "I wanna play clap clap!" She jumped, "Clap," clapped "CLAAP!"
Practically sang it the second time.

   Just sat on her leg, bounced around, giggling.  In shorts, holding
thumbs, missing front tooth gaping in her grin.

   So, don't think about it.  Look at her still chubby things, clamped on
so her shorts rub up and down in between.

   "Stop!" Just like that.

   "I go poddy."

   "O, kay!" Gripping her tiny fists, and swinging, almost standing, and
walking up.  To the camera, panning real quick, then stopping, and
centering on the bathroom.  Door, she's already pulling off her shirts. 
Still giggling, pulling her shoe out, I don't hear any tinkles.  She squats
down to help her with her shirt, and stand up.  She just bends over, and
holds the potty.

   "Nh!"

   She stopped, giggling.

   I see it, but it takes a few to hear the quiet muffled pats.

   '. . .  p p p P P P!'.',

   "Ihihihihn!" She gets up, and sits back, on the toilet.  Puts her across
her lap, and keeps patting her, with the tiny legs kicking, nothing but
white socks, and dirty patches on the bottom.  And the pats.

   "Clap, Clap!" She claps along.

   "Uhnnn!" I can't watch any more, but listening to her claps, and
giggles, I can't even hear the tiny pats any more, over my louder claps.

   She just left it in my VCR.  I didn't know she could fit two of them in
that purse.

   It sure got me wet, that was just the first time I got off, I didn't run
it back, but that went on for quite some time.

   "Pee!" She topped immediately.  "Hihihn, pee."

   She sat down, literally spanked the piss out of her, and she felt it.  I
couldn't see with her hands down there, but it would have been small, so
far away, anyway.

   "hn!" The look on her face is indescribable.  Cute little face, beaming
with her eyes closed, and a little smile on her lips.  Not a grin, she just
looks so satisfied.  I had to run it back, turned all the way up to hear
it, but the tiniest little sigh.

   "Now, my turn!" She took off her socks, and got up, but then the camera
moved again.  Made my stomach lurch, the first time I watched it, but
stripped down to the panties.  Pink cotton, and a pretty dark pink at that.
Not much more than that, modesty crotch with the white layer, in case of
leakage, but none to be seen.

   Getting down on her knees.  "Clap!"

   "Uh!" Her head fell back, and she hunched over.  That wasn't a full on
kick, she didn't even pull it all the way back.  From a very little girl,
I'm just going to guess 5.  Starting to lose baby teeth, not a good sign,
but still a nice chubby, beautiful body, but she spun around.  The wrong
way, and bent over.

   "My turn!" She squeeled, but then her sitter, held her nice young round
little bottom, and kneed her between the legs.  Not hard, but I'm slapping
myself pretty hard, and my fingers are running up and down.  I can't clap
very loud, but they're not saying much of anything.  "Clap!" Excited little
girl squeels.

   When they went back to the potty, she took the camera with her.  Got
down for a close-up, and she sat up.  Red, swollen, no damage.  I don't
think it's bruised, but I just left it paused, and slapped another one off.

   They played it for most of an hour.  By the end of it, she was kicking
the toddler right in the cunt.  Fat little cunt, yeah she's missing a
tooth, but she's chubby enough.  I didn't even make it that far the first
time, my fingers wore out, I was raw, and ran out of lube, but by the end
of it, she was punching her, with her tiny little fist.  Not too hard?  I
can't tell if she got off on it, but I know I couldn't take that from a 5
year old.

   ;

   Big Girl (G Pant WS Fant)

   I had to pee, so bad.  I hold it, because in like my undies.  Big girl
undies, and there's no potty.  Mommy shopping, but I don't tell her.  I
hold it, as long as I can.  I like these, pig girl undies, mommy said I get
to wear them, cause I'm a big girl.

   "Nh!" I couldn't hold it.

   "Percy!" It fell through the bars on the shopping cart, but the little
plastic flaps were wet, and stuck to me.  You can't feel them, the big girl
undies, until they're wet.  "Hhhhn!"

   She brought dry ones.  She always bring dry ones, in case I have an
accident.  She calls it an accident, I don't tell her why I do it.  She
stopped, changing me, then potty training, but now she has to take me in
the rest room.  Pull up my shorts.

   "Gracious, you're soaked!" I squeeze my knees together, so she really
has to pull them to get them down.

   "Hihihn!" My favorite part is she has to wipe me.  Dry me, but I held a
little, and peed.  So she has to dry it again.  "Hihihn!" I love the paper,
but she has to pull down more.  So, I feel it.  My special place, my
favorite thing is down there.  Between my legs, where I pee.  And how warm
and wet I feel when I pee, and how my undies feel when there wet with pee,
and.

   "Stop that!" she moves my fingers.  So I suck them.  "Ew, don't do
that!" I already tasted it.  "That's disgusting!"

   "No it's not." I showed her, "Its yummy."

   "Sph, tph!"

   Percy!  I fell down, and hurt my butt.  On the floor, and my head hit
the toilet.  "Nm, ihim, wahah!"

   "Oh, I'm so sorry!" I'm really mad she won't let me play with my peepee,
it's my favorite thing.

   When we got home, mommy played pepee with me.  Goody!  It's my favorite.
She told me, I need to learn, to hold it better, but she gave me a sody, so
I really had to hold it in the car.  "Hold it as long as you can sweety."
She looked back, "Were almost there." Then she took in the grociery bags,
but I can hold it.  I'll show her, I can hold it good.  It's the best when
I hold it, and the longer I hold it, the better it is.  I got my teddy, to
hold it between my legs.  Tight between my legs so I can hold it better,
until mommy's ready.

   "Mommy, I holded it."

   "Okay," she gets down, so I pull out Teddy,.

   "See?" All dry.  "Nhhhhhh!" I hold my skirt up, and feel my undies. 
Soking, and the warm wet trickles down my legs.  Between my legs, "Hhhhn!"

   And mommy, watching.  It's the best when mommy sees it.

   "Now, let get these wet things off of you."

   "I like them."

   "But they're wet."

   "I like them wet."

   "Oh.  You know, that's, very nasty, of you." She's pink, and pretty.

   "I'm sorry."

   "Well, you know you have to wipe."

   "Uh huh?"

   In the kitchen, she didn't have any paper.  She wiped me anyway.

   And now, that's the best.

   ;

   Kiddy Pool

   I love Little Swimmers.  You know, the diapers they make for in the
pool? Well, I've always had a little thing for toddler girls, but ever
since I stopped babysitting, I haven't had many chances to see them. 
However, the local pool of which I am a member has a special shallow end,
for toddlers and their mommies.  Their mommies, too, but I'm not a lesbian,
I know that.  I don't want a relationship, to watch them grow, I don't even
fantasize having sex with them.

   How can I?  They're just toddlers, but nothing gets my juices flowing
quite like seeing their fat little thighs, and the sides coming open, their
mothers in their wet suits, the fabric clinging to their breasts.  Changing
them getting in, or stripping them to stand naked, toweling them dry for
the ride home.  They don't have strip clubs for me, this is the next best
thing.  Too bad it's only open 3 months out of the year.

   In case that's why I don't have children of my own, bad idea.  I thought
about it, but always come back to what happens when they grow up?  When
they get too old, so be sexy, just like my charges when I babysat.  I can't
drown them all in the toilet, at some point the pattern would be too
obvious.  That's why I don't want a relationship, little girls get bigger,
every day, and it always breaks their little hearts.

   "Huh!" I just hold up a book, with my deep deep tan, from spending most
of my free time here.  In the sun, a tan-through bikini, pretending to read
a book.  So, I can hold it up, and my eyes can wander behind dark
sunglasses.  To the chubby little girls splashing in the water, or mommies
playing with them.  Lifting them out, even throw them giggling into the
air.

   Then laying them out, perhaps on a lounger.  Like this one to separate
the sides, and dry them.  Put on big girl panties, so they don't soak the
seats.  Of their stroller, or the cars.  Their fat wet cunts shining in the
sun, then covering them up.  LOL, you know when I dream of them, I even
think of Dory, and Nemo?  The cartoon fish, printed on most of them. 
There's other designs, but certainly the most popular this year.

   So close, to their fat little cunts, and even their thighs.  Bunching up
around them, so close, if they had tongues, they could just lick the
chlorinated water from their soft smooth skin.  There is nothing in the
world, softer and smoother than a toddler's skin, especially their fat
legs, and what's between them.  Pale bubblebutts, some even come here often
enough to have tan lines.  The inflated arm cuffs, like jellyfish clinging
to their shoulders.

   "Enjoying the show?"

   "Uh?" I turn surprised.

   "If you're going to pretend to read a book, it helps to turn the page
occasionally."

   A mommy, busted of course, and even holding her toddler on her knee. 
"Relax, I'm Carol." Young mother, if she's out of her teens, she hasn't
been for long, and Irish?

   "Uh, Wendy?"

   "Well, Wendy." she winks, "You come to look at the mommies, or the
babies?" Grinning, perversely.  I sit up, but her eyes look down, biting
her lip, unabashedly taking in my barely restrained 34 DDs.

   "Uh," I don't know what to say?

   "I said, relax.  Sketching out looks suspicious, and I don't have to
tell you what people think of Lesbians around here." She looked around,
from my corner.  Chosen as much for privacy as anything, there's nothing
over here, except for a way around the kiddy pool, and a couple loungers.
Good sun, but she's right.  Nobody can hear us over here, over the
splashing, and happy squeels that fill my dirtiest dreams, like the scent
of chlorine.  "This is Willow!" She bounced her on her knee, leaning down
to next to her head.  "Can you say Wendy, Willow?"

   "Wendy!" she clapped.  Her spitting image, nobody looking at them
together, could possibly think they were anything but related.  Even as
young as she looks, but it might just be the particular elven beauty of her
descent.  Definitely Irish, pointed chin, high cheekbones, full rozy
cheeks, blue eyes, and platinum blond with freckles!  And a comically
oversized sun hat on Willow, or is that Willough?

   "You're a lesbian?" Gaydar is mostly a matter of noticing when another
woman is flirting with you.  Subtle as she isn't.

   "We both are." she got up, "Come on Willow, lets get you out of the
sun."

   I hastily grabbed my things, and threw the beach blanket over my neck.
Don't really come here to swim, I have a pool at home, but the apartments
just don't have this many mommies, and toddler daughters.

   "I'm married." She said at her car, and unlocked it.  "Huh! 
Unfortunately, my wife.  She loves Willow, and dotes on her, but.  Not the
way she likes to be loved."

   I got in, back with the adorable little tot.  "Sexually?"

   "Oh yes, she's such a sexy little girl, aren't you, Willow?"

   "Sexy, sexy!" I almost wet myself.

   "Isn't Wendy sexy?"

   "Sexy Wendy!"

   "Uhn!"

   "Yeah, haha!  If you don't mind me saying, you have terrific breasts."

   "Oh, no.  Thanks!" I am a little proud of them.

   "I dried up, months ago, but.  God, I have to say.  That's what I
noticed first.  Willow likes them too."

   "Tits!" she reached out, twisting almost out of her carseat.

   "Willow."

   "Thorry mommy."

   "Breasts."

   "Bweasth."

   "It's okay, you can touch them." She nodded, and reached up to adjust
the rearview.  "Go ahead, Wendy.  Let her touch them."

   Of course she likes them.  She's a toddler, and I have every reason to
believe her mother nursed her as long as she could.  For instance, the
precocious skill with which she felt one, through the dry shear black
triangle of fabric.  For pleasure, I never actually met a girl, that young
who knew how to handle a breast for pleasure.  My pleasure.  "Mmh!"

   "Heads up."

   "Hm?"

   "Someone might see, you might want to sit back, a minute."

   No, I most certainly did not, but it was painfully obvious that little
Willow was raised, from birth, to be a lesbian.  I had no doubt that she
could probably finger, and eat a twat just as well, which I was soon to
find out.

   "You realize, this is a 1 time thing."

   "Okay?"

   "Willow, you know better than to say anything to Aunt Ana about this?"
Alliteration, she said Aunt Auna, like that.

   "Okay mommy!" She nodded.

   "I'm not looking for a mistress here, just a fling.  All right?"

   "Yes," I agreed, "I don't like to get attached, either."

   "Well, I'm married, Huh!  Wood that she shared my sexual appetites, but
I love her, and I don't have time for a woman on the side."

   "Understood."

   "Good."

   Tiny little house.  Surrounded with pebble gravel, tiny balls of stone
instead of grass, with patches of sand, and piping between the borders, to
water hardy desert plants.  {Albuquerque} "Can you unbuckle Willow, and
carry her in?"

   "Of course," she's calling the shots, but it's her, absolutely adorable
daughter, and she's cute in a childlike way herself.

   "Say cheese!" she snapped a photo, I left my towel in the back seat, so
I was just walking around the side of the car, in flipflops, and a bikini.
Willow in a sky blue sun-hat, and Dory little swimmers, hands resting
innocently on my breast, and fat legs gripped around my hip.  She grinned,
and put her phone away.

   Inside, it was like an apartment, only free-standing.  Very nice,
tastefully decorated, and modern, with a sort of sculpture in the foyeur
that looked like it was molded from wire mesh.  "You like it?"

   Mother and daughter, from the neck down.  No head, "Is that you?"

   "That's us." She nodded, "Here." She took her.  "Let Wendy get out of
that swimsuit." She carried her into the bedroom, and bent over the corner
of the bed.  Pulling the sides of the Little Swimmers, I got out of the
bikini in record time, and left the pieces by my purse.

   Simple teeshirt, and shorts, a non-nonsense woman, I found her
fingertips calloused, and rough.  Her hands too, turning to feel me, every
bit as skillfully as her daughter, only stronger, larger, and rough with
callouses.

   "Naptime?" Willow sat up on the bed.  Naked, even the hat discarded, her
feet together, and looking up expectantly.

   "Smq!" Her mommy grinned, and looked down, biting her lip.  "Hm.  She
means, in bed.

   I nodded, and she reluctantly let go, stroking the sides with her palms,
and rough calloused fingertips, without any nails past the quick.

   Dyke hands, though unless you were one, most would assume from her cute
pretty face, long hair, and little girl, she was perfectly straight.  A
yuppy, and not such a naughty mommy.  Unbuttoning her cutoff jeans, petite,
and rather flat bodied?  Not in the chest, obviously filled out, then
sagging when she unhooked her modest bra.

   On my side, her daughter giggling, and playing with my chest again,
ticking my tummy with her toes, but Carol.  She's broad, particularly in
the hips, and her once milk filled boobs sagged, from weening.

   "Smq qw wq!" Willow grinned, her mouth full, and my eyes drooped a
little.

   "Mh!" Good god that little girl could suck a mean nipple!  Not like
suckling, like a baby, but playful, continuing to grope, and pat, and
stroke all around it, squeezing both hands together, and feeling.  Probably
the most pleasure I have ever gotten from my breast, in my whole life. 
Something to be said for a toddler, I'm going to have to say age 3, that's
raised for lesbian sex, and genuinely delights in this.  "Uh!" I almost
orgasmed just for that, but then her mother's hand.  Smiling face, and
bright eyes, right in front of me.  Turning, sideways, and closing, her
thin pale pink lips brushing mine, and her breath on my cheek.

   "Snhhhhh!"

   God what a passionate kiss!  Her hand slipping down my jaw, my neck,
shoulder, chest, and gently fondling my breast.

   "Hhhhh!" God, I never dreamed.  Well, I do, all the time, but this
actually happening, and better than I could possibly imagine?

   "Hm?" My eyes flew open, and tiny soft fat little fingers feeling
between my legs.  "Hn!" Then drooping, and giving into the sensuous kiss,
her hand on one breast, and predernaturally skilled mouth on the other
nipple.  Being molested, in bed, but a toddler while kissing her approving
mother.

   Yup, she knew how to handle a cunt as well.  No surprise there.  Teasing
at first, but patting my mons pubis, shaved for the bikini, and rubbing it
around with her tiny palm.  Rubbing my labia in her other hand, tiny
fingers splitting between, pinching the inner flaps, and stretching them.
Pushing down so they wrinkled, then pulling back up, while maintaining
steady pressure, with tiny butterfly kisses from her flicking tongue on the
bulging tip of my nipple.

   "Huh!" I had to gasp for breath, "God, she so good at this!"

   "I know, right?" Proud mommy, "Why I love to share her, with strange
women I pick up at the pool.  Who have no idea how good she can be in bed."

   "You taught her so well!" It's a little unbelievable.  "Ngh!" I fell
back, "Nh, hnnnn!?" Her little fingers went into overdrive.  "Hhuh yeah!"
No longer just patting and rubbing my pubis, she's switched to holing me
open, sopping her fingers, I have no idea how many, in and out inhumanly
fast.  Like a fucking machine, the skin of my clitoral hood, and inner
labia pinched, to pull up and down, so the bulging sensitive tip slipped
into it, and trying her best to suck my nipple right off.

   "AUHHHHHHN!  NGH!" Then her mother kissed me again, to moan wordlessly
in her mouth.

   {This is actually one of my most shameful fantasies.  I really don't
feel comfortable, dreaming about my IRL friends cheating on eachother with
their daughters, and my OL friends, but I don't really have much control
over my dreams.  I'm ashamed of myself, and unfortunately, that shame turns
me on.  That's a shitty straight man lesbian fetishist thing to do, but I
did.

   I was recently exposed to the worst kind of Man, who writes fantasies
about dogs raping babies (Mostly) then uses that to declare himself
singlehandedly dismantling the social construct of Feminism on the
assumption that real lesbians get off on reading it.  (I can't say that
they don't, considering some of the RL lesbians I know, but it doesn't say
anything about Feminism.) Not that that's any excuse, but I own it, and I
am so sorry.}

   ;

   The Zoo

   I should have known it was just a dream, I always dream of the zoo.  Not
that I spent much time there as a child, but this was a little different.
Over by the elephant, waiting for the heavy wet thuds of their droppings,
and getting a little excited in expectation.

   There was a girl, her mommy not paying attention, but I got down.  To
her level, she was just looking around.  Back down, from her mommy, and
turning.  To see me, spreading my legs, my knees peeking out from under the
hem of my skirt, slipping up.  Her eyes glancing down, and the look of
surprise.

   'hhn.'

   The relief, of all that water I drank, trickling out, and just
remembering that look.

   Mommy, she's peeing.

   "Nghhh!"

   She don't got no underwear on.

   "Nyeah!"

   PB!  The dull heavy thud, she heard it too.  Looked over at the
elephant, switching her tail.  The heavy flattened lump still warm and
fresh, the smell wafting over to us, she held her nose.

   "Come along," her mommy pushed the stroller, "Tereza." Right past me. 
Too tall, too high to see under my skirt.  My dripping lips, or the puddle
of piddle I left.

   "Huh!" I wiped it on the hem, and stood up.  Looking for a private place
to finish myself off.

   ;

   I'm no prince charming, I will say that.  I'll answer to Lesbian, but
honestly, my girlfriend, and outward lifestyles only cover up how sinister
my sexuality truly is.  I am not Goth, I never was, nor wore black
clothing. Dyed my hair, and moped around listening to that dreadful music,
for fear it would give it away.

   In a word, I am a killer.  Of little girls, and it is so truly erotic, I
would even say that is my sexuality.  Though not admit that openly, to
anyone.  I always was, as long as I remember, and my first victim was my
sister.  I was only 5, just started kindergarten, and she wouldn't stop
crying.  In the night, waking me up on a school night, I just wanted her to
stop and let me sleep, but I suppose I held the blanket over her mouth too
long.

   I don't even remember it, so long ago, I only know what my mother told
me.  That she found me, asleep in bed with the body.  I slept well, and she
was still warm next to me, it wasn't until I got up, and she tried to wake
her, they discovered she was dead.  I know that I killed her, that it
wasn't an accident, because though I don't remember that night, I do
remember wanting to do it again.

   Find another girl, and smother her.  Kiss her, and tuck her back in.  As
if asleep, but dead, because I killed her.  I don't know why, but even
after I grew up, that's so much better than sex.  When I couldn't do that,
it's not so easy to get a little girl, kill her and get away with it.  I
fantasize about that, and not sex.  When I started playing with myself, I
though about little girls, dead little girls instead of having sex, and
when I started dating.  Other girls, older women, and having sex, I thought
about that.

   Snuff, smothering little girls, and molesting their bodies.  I molested
them, some of them.  Little girls, in their sleep, but then they woke up.
And women, honestly I have sex with them to sleep with them.  Ignore their
breathing, to molest them in their sleep.  I suppose I am a necrophiliac as
well, but it's not about that.  Having sex with their bodies, I do it, no
need to let them go to waste, but really that's not what it's about.

   The kill, that's what gets me off.  I don't even have to touch myself,
or have an orgasm, because killing feels so much better.  I don't know why,
I have to think that I was born like this.  Nothing else explains it, I
didn't have any traumatic exposure, or abuse, before I killed.  I enjoyed
it, I said I was sorry, but I wasn't.  I didn't feel guilty, or sad, I
pretended to cry at the funeral, when really I was thrilled.

   I remember that.  The funeral, having to pretend.  I didn't miss her, I
barely knew her, just that I killed her, and the only thing I regretted is
she was gone, so I couldn't do it again.  Feel that again, it's
indescribable, you'll just have to kill one yourself, to find out what it's
like.  I'm broken, but the thing is, I don't never want to be fixed.  I
like it too much, it feels too good, and I don't know what I would do with
my life without it.

   I played the "Good Girl," though.  Dad left, he couldn't take it, and
mom was born again.  Started taking me to church, same one where we had the
funeral, and they got married in, I wish he had the guts to kill himself,
in his grief.  That would have been 2 for one, doubled my score, and a man
no less!  My father, I never really cared about him very much, or any man
for that matter.  They're just, uninteresting, and I don't even try to
understand them.  Still, it would have been nice to have 2 before first
grade.

   But anyway, I never had "Behavior Problems." Never got sent home, had to
stay for detention, got good grades, didn't even get spanked for saying bad
words, or playing hooky.  Here's the thing, all that is petty little shit,
compared to Death.  Think about it, the school girls farting, giggling, and
saying "Butt," under their breaths.

   I am a killer.  Pure evil.  That's beneath me.  They are beneath me, and
only by my grace do I let them live, to enjoy their cute little sins. 
Well, that and getting caught means I have to stop.  I could give you a
number, but where is the fun in that?

   I'd rather tell you about them, their stories, every last one.  This
isn't a game, it's not a high score.  Numbers do not even begin to
appreciate what I have done.  They are as petty as stealing a sucker from
the gas station.  Writing fuck on the windows, or diddling off, thinking
about giving that cute boy a hand job.

   So then, I started making friends at school.  I had a favorite place,
sure we hung out at their house, or they came over after school, but where
I took them was a kind of meadow.  It was windy, a lot.  I remember the
grass blowing around, and the trees roaring with it, but it was private. 
We could be alone, and play my favorite game.

   "Prince," again I wasn't playing Prince Charming, that's just what I
told them.  "If you close your eyes, and hold your breath, you can imagine
I am a prince." So, I could kiss them, but really I was playing Funeral.  I
just told them that so they would play along, but they even started folding
their hands up, like I did when it was my turn, and it went dark with her
hair hanging over me.  I remember my sister, her cold little hand in mine,
in the tiny casket at the funeral.  I wished I could kiss her, one last
time, and say goodbye.

   Her lips pressing against mine, and I got brave.  Instead of opening my
eyes, and pretending to wake up, I surprised her.  Opened my mouth and
licked her lips.  "Ew!" she laughed, and wiped it off, but I guess you
could say she was my first girlfriend.  She lived, but playing these games
kind of got me bye.  Satisfied me enough while I tried to figured out how I
could do it.  For real, and get away with it, but she was the first one I
had sex with.

   Played love with, she said she was in love with me, but that's really
more of a game for me.  Something I play, like Lesbian, to cover up the
truth.  If it's say one of those guys, who's into lesbians, and wants to
watch, he's too busy jerking off to think about me killing little girls,
and necropiling their bodies.  Or, if it's some church prude, like mother,
she's too worried about me burning in hell for that, than sitting back in
the lake of fire, like a hot tub, my victims all around me.

   Yes, I am going to hell, but not to suffer.  Let me just say we worked
it out.  But anyway, I won't say her name.  We slepped over, all the time,
sometimes at her house, and sometimes at home, but shared the same beds.  I
was an only child, by then, and I suppose second or third grade the first
time I woke up.  To her, kissing me, and feeling me up under the covers. 
She must have woken up, because I did it to her first, but just to keep the
secret, we played that for quite a while.

   Never said anything, about it.  Even aknowledged that we woke up, or
remembered.  Thought of it as anything but a dream, so I guess it was like
a secret we kept, even from eachother.  But she did it too, we took turns,
pretending to be asleep, to get molested.  Instead of even masturbate, my
first orgasm was at her hands, and I got her off first.  I can't say
whether it was her first, I have reason to believe she was molested before.
Possibly still was, while we were friends.

   I didn't care, enough about her to be jealous.  Or find her molester,
and bring him to justice, or whatever.  She was cool, fun to hang around,
and play with.  Sexually pervy as me, in a lot of ways, I can't take credit
for that, but at least I showed her how to act it out.  Play with it, and
secretly have sex with me, but I didn't make her like that.  Wish I did,
that I could take credit for it, but like dad not killing himself, I missed
out on that one, too.  Can't take credit for all of them, but if I'm being
honest here, I'm not going to take credit I didn't earn, any more than deny
victims I made.

   She was one of mine, and she lived.  I wonder what she's up to now?

   Which brings me to my second victim.  She was out, on vacation, or
something.  I don't know, missed a couple weeks of school, wasn't home when
I stopped bye, and her family took her with them.  Told me about it later,
but I didn't write it down.  This was years ago mind you, and it happened
several times, but this time I got bored, and lured a girl away from the
playground.

   They found her, in the field, of course.  Why I kept going back there,
it was my favorite place, and I always wanted to do it there.  I wish I
could say it was my best, even my first one was probably better, but I got
so excited I fucked it up.  Of course, I started out with Sleeping Beauty.
"You know the story of Sleeping Beauty?" I told her it, on the way.  I'm
not Maleficent, or the Wicked Queen, neither.  Didn't pretend to me, I
played prince charming, but then I got her alone.  On the ground, in the
tall grass, and it was calm.

   Too calm, and hot, I kind of wished for a little breeze, or wind to
swing the grass, and whisper in the trees, but she let out a scream.  In my
mouth, I didn't stop kissing her when she "Woke up," then she bit her hand
and I wound up strangling her more then smothering her.  Pulled a lot of
hair out too, she wouldn't stop struggling, and kicking, it pissed me off,
but that's not really my kind of kill.  Too messy, and it fucks up the
body.

   Especially her throat, turns out I crushed it with my arm, holding her
down, and trying to shut her up at the same time.  I'm not a sadist, in
fact I hate screams, and I want them to suffer as little as possible.  I
don't do it to hurt them, and I certainly don't want them to fight.  Who
knew a little girl could be so strong, and I think she had a seizure at the
end, but what really ruined it was her throat.

   I didn't get what I want, a perfect little body.  I mean, sure.  I
undressed her, and played with it.  Broke her cherry when I knew she
wouldn't bleed, but by then she was cold, and the blood drained to the
bottom.  They didn't find her, for a couple days, didn't even start
searching until later that night, and that was all right.  By the
moonlight, I brought a comb, and some barrettes, even some makeup to cover
her neck, but I didn't need it.

   There wasn't enough light to see it.  I just kept my hands off he neck,
but I couldn't ignore her lips.  They were fucked up, I guess she bit them
in her struggles, and that ruined the kissing.  I just remembered her,
playing dead, when she was still alive.  Before she started screaming, and
fighting, and it all went wrong.  Huh!  I guess, it took a while to get
right, but there was this creep.

   A boy, in high school.  Hung around the grade school a little too much.
Some of the girls said he tried to grab them, kiss them, show them his
privates, or offered them quarters to take off their undies, but I don't
know about any of that.  Kids say all kinds of stuff, especially when their
imaginations get started.  I didn't hear about any of it, until she went
missing, and then it really got started when they found her in the field.

   Strangled, and raped.  She felt so cold and dead inside.  That's why I
kissed her, privates.  Not to get her wet, but her mouth lips were fucked
up.  So, I found some more lips and kissed them.  When my friend got back,
that's when i started kissing her under the covers.  She stuck her fingers
in, broke her own, and did mine too when I was "sleeping." I didn't say
anything, but I tried it, once.

   I don't like it.  It's too warm, and alive.  When I felt my pulse, I
stopped, and never did it again.  I know it's sick, but that disgusts me.
Feeling inside someone, alive, and still warm.  Ew.  Don't ask me why, all
I know is I tried it on a body first, and she was cold by the time I
thought of it.  That's just the way I am, I know it's fucked up, better
than anyone.

   I don't know if mom suspected, it was kind of a coincidence.  I was
about 7, or 8, so maybe 3 years apart, but she moved us away.  Within the
year, the heat kind of died down a little, but still.  It was a small town,
so if I killed there again, it certainly would have been suspicious.  She
got a job, in the city, made better money, and even got a bigger house.

   I missed my girlfriend, a little while, and I wanted to find another
little girl, but I knew it was too soon.

   I thought about it, all the time, though...

   ;

   {Yeah, IDK where I'm going with this, so I just stuck it in with the
rest of them.
   Hope she likes it...}