Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 This is fantasy age play between married adults, but some of the fictional
stories may be potentially triggering.  Trigger codes at chapter heads to
warn you, as usual.

   ;

   Wifey (FM Mari, mb Pedo Fant.)

   "Huh!" I set down the notebook, and rubbed my eyes.  So, my husband is a
pedorast.  Sure, it said "I didn't touch him." Repeatedly, "I never touched
him, not like that," but he thought about it.  You don't write a story
about changing your little brother's diapers, then jerking off afterwards,
and insist you never touched him.  A normal person wouldn't even think
about it, unless they're a pedorast.  I suppose it's fortunate that he
hadn't, never had a little brother, older sisters, but why the fantasies?
Hidden in his sock drawer, under his porn?  Were the magazines, normal
naked ladies, a cover for his secret shameful desires?

   I suppose a better question, I should be asking myself why did it excite
me?  It's sick, too sick to admit even in his private fantasies.  I
certainly shouldn't be fingering myself damp, thinking about him thinking
about it, and stroking his hardon, then spilling his seed all over the the
shower curtain.  "Hh!" Until he got home, I slipped my hand out of my
underpants, and fixed my blouse before meeting him at the door.  With a
kiss, he was filthy, and sweaty from work.

   New job, "Let me get cleaned up," he pulled his shirt off on the way up
the stairs, his back pale and relatively clean under the tanline, and
freckles of grit around his neck, and arms.  I followed him up, and picked
up the damp shirt from the corner of the bed.  "No," I hugged him, "let
me." I felt around to undo his buckle, then up his belly, his chest,
kissing his back, licking my lips, then some sweat from the bones up his
spine.  "Hh!" I was still pretty sweaty myself.  "Hm."

   "What's gotten into you?" I let his hard muscular butt pull away from my
front, to let his pants down.

   "Well," I was reading your dirty stories, and "I missed you today." New
hours, too.  He turned, in his underwear, so I kissed his sweaty chest, the
little triangle of hairs, and slipped his underpants down his hips. 
"Hhuh!" Pinched some of the hairs, like a brown Superman logo, and let them
slip out of my lips to curl back.  Licking the salty sweat.  "Lmh!"

   I almost bit his chest, the thick meat on the side, but just pressed my
teeth in without pinching it between them.  He felt my hair, some curls
twisting around his fingertips, and twirled them into ringlets.  "I missed
you too," he bent, so I looked up, closed my eyes for the kiss.  "Mh!" His
strong rough fingers at my neck.  "God, you're horny tonight."

   I nodded, excited, even the thought of his incestuous perversities
forgiven with him here.  In his arms, his smell in my nose, sweat still
seasoning my tongue.

   I didn't want to clean him up, I wanted to get dirty with him.  I sat
down on the bed, he was stirring, and got even harder under my hand. 
Petting it down, feeling the curls with my fingertips combing through them,
kissing his belly button, lifting it to pull back the skin, expose the
head. "Snhhh!"

   I love that smell, the taste, so glad I caught him before he got in the
shower.  "Smp!"

   "hH!" The skin snapped back, wetly, so I pulled it back for an even
deeper kiss.

   "Snhhhh!" His curly beard, sweaty, manly, "HhuhhH!" Wet, I let the
spit/sweat slip through my fingers to slick it further down.  "Krawlk! 
Grhlk!" I never tried, deep throating before.  I don't know why, I just
wanted to see how far it would go, then I gagged.  "Kauh!" I smiled up at
him, pumping away, and remembered, his dirty little secret.  He saw it,
something in my smile, so I let my tongue out to lap it.  "Hahl!  Lal
laln!" He closed his eyes, but I had enough to stroke it, a little.  Brush
my lip with my knuckle, and feel the split on the bottom rub my flattened
tongue.

   "Hh!" He tensed, so I felt his tight hairy balls.  The soft spot under
them, the twitch, and the thick drop roll up.  Through the end of my thumb,
the split flaring, and the first warm wet splash up in my mouth.

   "Uhl!" It ran down, but then there was another, and another.  "NkchH!" I
sneezed, it shot up my nose!  I was laughing, but the thick hot ropes of
spunk kept shooting out to plaster my face, and stick in my hair.  "Hh!" I
unbuttoned the strap on my dress, slipped it down, and the top of my blouse
while he kicked off his boots, out of his jeans, and started the shower. 
"Snhhh!" God, I could smell myself, as soon as I got my underpants down.  I
was drooling, it stuck together, and slicked my fingers when I split it
open.  "Hh!" I joined him, he moved aside so I could close my eyes, feel
the warm rain wash the seed off, and down my chest.  Water slipping off,
warm and thin from my nipples, to spatter in the shower floor.  Then, he
squirted cool shampoo out to wash my hair.

   He loves my hair, and I love his hands in it.  Wet and heavy like this,
sudzy, and his biceps around my shoulders.  My wet chest, and his flat
tummy.  The cute fine curls on his chest, the lather on my fingers, washing
his pubes, and his soft hanging dick.  "Hh!" He kissed my head, got out to
dry off, while I wrinsed it out.  "What's for dinner?"

   "I didn't know when you're coming home!" I called over the enclosure. 
Wiped the mist away from the door to see him bend over, pulling some clean
underpants over his bottom.  "Mh," too far for a playful swat, a dirty
grope, and maybe tickle his hairy hanging balls until it misted up again.

   "We'll go out," he called back, "To celebrate." I heard his heavy boots
on the stairs, when I got out.  Grabbed a dry towel, and wrapped it around
my hair.  I was at the vanity, brushing it out.  Naked when he came back
up. I looked back in the mirror, saw the notebook in his hands.  "Why don't
you order Chinese instead?" I didn't want to go out tonight.

   "What's this?"

   "You wrote it," I shrugged, set down the brush.

   "Did you read this?" He got angry, "I don't want you going through my
things!"

   "Calm down, now." I stood up, "I wasn't snooping, I just washed some
laundry, and when I put it up;"

   "You had no right!" I looked around for something I could grab, pick up,
but backed into the wrong corner.

   "Yeah!" I pushed him back, "I read your dirty little boy stories!" he
looked guilty, "Is that what you think about?" He never touched me, like
that.  "Little boys?  Baby boys, and what they have in their diapers?"

   He looked away, "No?"

   "Don't LIE to me!" I slapped him.  "Oh, it's all right." Rubbed his
cheek, so he turned back to me.  "HuhH, it.  It turned me on, too."
Obviously, I took his hand, brought it up in both of mine.  "I liked it,"
turned his fingertips to run them through my hot swollen lips.  "See?  Feel
how much I liked it?" His mouth fell open.  "HhH!" I humped his fingers. 
"Here," I pushed him back on the bed.  He sat down, so I climbed up.  My
knees on either sides of his lap.  "Lay down." I walked up him, on either
side.  "I don't want to eat out." Felt his face, around his ears, lifting
his head.  Felt his breath, hot between my thighs.  "Can you write me one?"
he nodded, but didn't say anything.  With his mouth full.  "hH!  About
your, dirty little boy, and his mother."

   ;

   Mother's Milk (mbF Teat NS Fant.  Once again, this is written from the
PoV of a child, by an adult, as an excuse for child abuse and pornography
for profit.  All of this is basically the first generation of "Fiction" for
an underground network of illegal porn, and Hacker codes for Skript
Kiddies.)

   i'm not supposed to look, but baby Davy gets to?  He fell asleep, so
momma let her arm down, and fixed her bra, and shirt.  Put him down, but i
went right in the bathroom.  Stiff as a board, i beat it for all it was
worth.  Just a flash, but i saw the bottom of one, and her nipple.  Right
where they leaked through, like a picture on each eyelid, seeing double.  i
know the shape, there boobs.  2 of them, round, big pink nipples in the
middle.  Squirting out, leaking a little to dribble, run down for me to
lick up.  The soft looking bulge i saw on the underside, then sucking the
last out.

   "Huh!" My bottom got tight, and my knees gripped the sides of the toilet
hard.  "Ngh!  Nh!  Hn!" it twitched, but still dry.  "Huhn!" i looked,
still nothing.  On the toilet seat, the tank, i even checked the lid, and
the towel hanging over it, but still nothing.  Oh well, I pulled up my
pants, and underpants, flushed the toilet while i washed my hands.  She
went right in when i came out, spent a long time in there, but Davy was
asleep.  And dinner was ready, so i scarfed it down real quick, i was so
hungry.  Then, she came out.  In a new clean dry shirt, and sat down to
eat. i hugged her, just squeezed my face in there, and hugged her back. 
Until i couldn't breathe, but i pulled away from between the heavy round
softness reluctantly.

   "What was that for?" She looked down.

   "i love you, mommy."

   She smirked, puzzled, "I love you too, dear.  Now, get ready for bed."

   i had a stiffy, but she didn't see it.  i got my pants down as soon as
the door was locked, and rubbed it hard between my hands.  "Hhihn!  Your
gonna start a fire!" i put on some shorts, and a nighty so it stuck out,
but she didn't see it.  Daddy was home, so it went down.  i had to lean
over, "Gnight, smq!"

   "Gnight, dad."

   i had to hold myself up, so my nighty stuck out on my way back to my
room.  I felt them, squishing under my hands, and the nighty swish back and
forth over the end, wagging under it like a tail.  i didn't even pull it
up, just put out the light, and rubbed it through it with my legs on the
bed.

   Thump!  i stopped, but Thump!  It wasn't my head board.  Thump Thump
ThumpThump.  ThumpThumpThump...

   i giggled, knew what they were doing.  Making babies, i heard about it
at school.  No idea how you make babies, but "Uh, Uh Huh, AH!" Mom really
likes it.

   i hope she gets a girl this time, i want a little sister, too.

   ;

   Hubby {MF Shav Fant}

   She sat on the seat in the corner, "What's that for?" brought the razor
from the sink with her.  "Uh!"

   She goosed under my balls, "You ever wonder what it's like?" I shook my
head, "Of course not," she smirked, "You grew up with it." Screwing in a
new blade (Double edged safety razor) and scrubbed up some suds in my
pubes. "I had boyfriends before you." I closed my eyes, felt her scrape the
front.  "Well, not boys, other men." Scrape.

   "Careful," I tried to hold still, but felt myself hardening from the
suds slipping down, the side of her hand brushing it aside, then holding
it, out of the way.  "HhH!" Another scrape, up from the base, she held it
up, and ran her thumb out the top, pinched and pulled curls from the blade.
"Hh," hold my breath again, hold still.  She shaves her legs, I trust her
with the razor, but it's still rather frightening, the cold blades, so
close to my privates.  "Ngh!" I swallowed, took another careful breath, and
held it.  "Hhhh!" I took her hand, "You better let me do that." Pulled the
handle from her fingers, and held the stiffness to get the ring of hairs
around the base.  Carefully, my hands shaking a little, but, I managed not
to cut myself.

   "Ooh!" while I wrinsed it in the water, her soft wet fingertips felt the
front.  She giggled, "Smooth as a baby's;" It lurched, actually bounced a
little, but I felt down.  Held my nut aside to pull the skin tight, and
carefully crop the hairs.  Or half of them, I switched to the other one,
and flipped the head under it.  It took a few careful swipes, then pulled
the curls out, like I saw her do.  Starting with my thumb, then pinching
them when it slipped backward across the edge.  "Uh!" She held them, rolled
them around, and pinched the skin to roll it around and round.  "Huh!  God,
they feel wonderful!"

   I nodded, swallowed.  "Mh?" She sucked them?  One, then the other
popping in her lips, she let them pop out, and spat.  Made a face, "Still
tastes a little soapy.  KawlllLL!" Caught shower water in her open mouth,
and swished it around to spit again.  So ladylike before, Puritan.  I never
imagined she would, she could get so perverted once she opened up.  Read my
sick stories.  "Huh!  Lawmh!" Went back and forth, sucking in the loose
skin, and goosing a nut to pop in, then out, then the other.  "Huh!" Her
wet curls, clinging, and twisting around my fingers.  Slipping around them
as I pulled them through, combing them up, she pulled the hardness down.

   The skin back, "Uhhn!  yeah!" She was really getting good at
cocksucking!

   "Wlk kll!" Rubbing it with her hot wet tongue, the tip against the roof
of her mouth.  "Lgh!" Her throat relaxing, still tight, almost hard,
forcing the skin back, to "Kauh!" A hawker splatted, and ran down the wet,
fresh smooth pubeless front, then around the base to cling to the side of
my nutsack, and run down my leg.  "Huh!" she pulled my buttock, and pressed
my hip.  "Turn around, bend over."

   "huh?"

   "Let me get under them." She picked up the razor, but I had to hold my
head up, or the water ran down my nose.  "Nknch!" I wiped it, pinched it
out, and shook snot out in the water.

   "Nhihihnhih!" Hm?  "You want my to get your butt, too?" She goosed down
the middle.

   I jumped, stood up covering it.  "Ooh, why!?"

   She laughed, "I don't know," covered her mouth modestly, "Do boys have
butt hairs too?" She liked talking dirty, now.  Never got to before, as a
kid.

   "How should I know?" I never looked?

   "Well, what about your little boyfriends?"

   "I told you, I never did that."

   "Oh right," she held up her fingers, "I never touched him," end quote.

   "There is no Him.  You know I never had a brother."

   "Then why write about it?"

   "That's why, I couldn't?  Writeaboutit, I mean." I keep getting to the
point where the character might do something, and I have no idea what to
write next.  "Huh, there's well these guys at work.  We started writing
these stories, to see who can come up with the sickest thing."

   "Well," she smirked, "That explains the ones about buttfucking, and
rape. Does that turn you on to?"

   "No!  It's not for jerkin off, it's just for laughs." I guess.

   "Oh," she stood up, "So rape is a joke, huh?"

   I backed out of the shower, grabbed a towel.  "No?" I guess, when she
puts it like that.

   "Huh!" she grabbed a towel to dry her hair first.  "Well, what about the
momma story?"

   "What about it?"

   "That didn't turn you on?" I sat on the bed, shook my head.  "Well," she
pulled the towel down, still standing, her chest right in front of my face,
"It turned me on, so." I thought it was the hot water, but she was still
flushed, "Huh, so, why don't we play a little game?"

   "What kind of game?" I was starting to swell again, never really had sex
tonight, but it helped with shaving it.  I couldn't help but feel how
strange, the hairless skin felt.  Pulling tight, between my hairy legs.

   She thought, grinned, and looked down.  "Momma's boy."

   "Okay?" She patted my head.

   "Good boy," caressed my cheek.  "You love me?" I nodded, "You love your
momma?"

   "Yes?"

   "Huh!" She felt back through my hair, "How much?" I couldn't answer,
with her breasts squeezed around my face, "Show me, show mommy how much you
love her, Huhn!" Turning, so they boobed back and forth on my cheeks,
slipping her nipples over my mouth, then back, brushing the one against my
nose.  "Huh!  See how much mommy loves you?" She slapped my hands, "Bad
boy! Sit on your hands!" I scooched them under my butt.  "You think I don't
know about you playing with yourself, in the bathroom?  Hugging me to feel
my tits on your face?  I don't feel you grabbing them, groping me for your
goodnight kisses?"

   "I'm sorry," she looked down.  "Mommy." I looked down too.  Played
ashamed, but it was beating my pulse against the fresh hairless tummy, like
a little boy, being.  "Hhuh!" Molested, by his mommy.  I closed my eyes,
the guys at the office would love this.  Who ever thought of a mother,
molesting her boy.  "ooh!" she sat down, crossed her legs next to me. 
"Looks like you're growing up." She felt it.  Didn't grip it, start jerking
me off, I never imagined getting a handjob would be even as good as doing
it myself, but ever since, she started thinking about it.  "Hhuh!" Just her
damp, spongey fingertips, the foreskin rolled back, all on her own, and she
rubbed the puffy wrinkles from the shower into the sensitive spot in front.


   "You still shooting blanks, little cowboy?" i shook my head, "Let me
see, let me see you shot your little toy pistol." It didn't feel little. 
She let go, pulled my hand out, "Go on, jerk off for mommy." My left hand,
"Show me how much you love me.  Huh!" It felt weird, i remember. 
Discovering my stiffy, playing with it in the bath, pulling back the
foreskin to wash it, so it didn't get sick.

   "Uh!" And I'm not used to using my left, or sitting on my other hand,
"Nhm!" She wasn't watching, she had her hand between her legs, squeezing
it, still crossed, so i couldn't really see, "Huh!  Uh!" But I never seen
her so excited, thinking about her filthy little boy.  "Nh!" i felt like a
kid again, but not my momma.  i had a big sister, but sneaking over to her
room, finding her brazziere.  Still warm, from just taking it off.  Felt
the stubble I missed rubbing against the back of my thumb.  Like fresh
hairs, just starting to pop out.

   "Uh!" I scooched, and my nutsack slipped on the covers.  I felt in,
under my leg, brushed it with my fingertip.  Then deeper, scooting even
further over to push in the button I found.  Under my balls, remembered the
scrape of the razor in the shower.  "Uh!" It twitched, bulging in my hand,
so I held the skin down.  Out of the way so the tip could flare with the
thick column of baby butter, "Nkh!" Shoot up to hit me under my chin. 
"Ngh!" I can't remember the last time it felt so intense.  Like the first
time, the ivory soap my mother bought, burning in my pisshole, my sensitive
little peer.  My peanuts, the first time they shot out.  Peanut butter, i
didn't even know what it was for.

   "Dirty little boy!" she wiped it up, but I saw more shoot out on the
back of her hand.  "Look at this mess!" She wiped it on my face.

   "Nh?" I turned away, so it splatted when she slapped me.  "What did I
tell you about playing with yourself?" I put my hand up, but she grabbed my
arm.  "Come here," she pulled me, "Get over my lap you sick little
pervert!"

   She spanked me.  Not that hard, she really spent more time rubbing it in
than anything, but I don't know why I started crying?  "Nh!" It didn't
hurt. It surprised me, but' "Nh hin huh?"

   "Are you crying?" She sat me up, "Oh," she hugged me, "Baby." She
laughed, her breast shaking on my arm.  "Go ahead and cry, baby!" She got
up, "Stupid little crybaby!" Her bare ass, walking to the dresser.  "Well,"
she pulled out my underwear drawer, "If you're going to cry like a baby,"
pulled out a towel?  Looked like it, cut in a square with a hem along the
bottom, "I guess I'll have to treat you like a baby!" She shook it, her
breasts bouncing, and pulled some brass curtain pins from my valet?

   "Wh?" I shook my head, "When?" did she set this all up?  Like giant
safety pins, only bent around to a double hook on the end,

   She laughed, "You think you're the only one with fantasies?  Lie back on
the bed, baby." She changed me.  We're already naked, but she put my leg
up, to pick my hip up, slide the diaper under one side.  Then the other,
she pulled the corners up, and the flap up between them.  "There," she
patted it.  Still a mess, from jerking off, she pulled the short end, also
hemmed on the side to wipe my belly, and my face.  "Lie down for a nap,"
she tucked me in, turned down the light, and lifted the chimney to blow it
out.  I heard her, moving in the dark.  I wasn't tired, at all, but.  Over
by her dresser, and the closet.  Putting on clothes, i knew girls played
dressup.  And dolls, house, mommy games.  So that was it, I was like her
babydoll?  I wasn't really turned on by the whole diaper thing, like I
said, it was just a story to try to shock the guys at work, but.  I could
even get it up again, but now.

   I was getting into it.  I loved my wife, from the moment I met her at
the fair.  Making love to her was great, but this, these games she wants to
play now are so much fun, and last so much longer, I'm getting laid 2, or 3
times a night.

   And she gets so horny, so hot and smelly when I come home from work,
wondering all day what kind of surprise she'll have waiting for me.

   CHK!  She held up a match, sideways to run back toward her fingers, up
to light the wall lamp.  We have electricity, but it's an old house, Amish
farmhouse once, until they moved even farther west, and I kind of like the
simple woodwork, the sturdy construction, the quaint antique lights.  I
kept them, when I wired the place, and put in phone lines, but she likes
antiques, probably how she found the curtain pins, and as she turned up the
wick on the lantern.

   She looked beautiful.  Her hair done up in an austere bun, as if under a
wimple, in the dark, by feel at her vanity.  She usually dressed plain, but
that looked like a Mennonite gown.  Buttoned up to the neck, covering her
ankles, almost to the floor.  She turned, to show the spiral coil of braid
on the back of her head, covered the mirror, and picked up a plain white
cap of linen.

   "Where did you get a wimple?"

   "Prayer Bonnet," she tied it on.  "My teachers." Must have pulled it out
of one of the linen chests.  "And you're supposed to be a baby?"

   "Right," I kicked off the quilt.  "Waaaah!" She rushed over, like a
busybody.

   Smiling, "Ohhh!" she couldn't pick me up, but helped me sit, and held me
to her rough nightshirt, and patted my back.  "Are you hungry?" i nodded,
excited.  She looked around, as if afraid someone would see, but put me
over her lap.  Sideways, unbuttoning the front, to expose the simplest,
plainest brassiere I had ever seen.  I didn't know they made them, my wife
likes pretty underwear, and I love to see her in them.  Buying them for
her, and the dirty grin of glee when she unwraps it.  Coming upstairs to
put them on, with the doors locked, the curtains drawn and pinned for fear
of anyone seeing them.

   This was, somehow even sexier.  Because she was like a nun, the dirty
little trill of a habit blowing up, and her gasp of shame trying to hide
her bloomers from showing.  Not panties, undershorts.

   I'm not an ankle man, but back in the (Victorian) days a lady putting up
her legs, in all those skirts, slips, and bloomers.  As opposed to a
trenchcoat creeper flashing nudists, she slipped the strap off her
shoulder, and held up my head to pull the side of the shift over it.

   IHh," i closed my eyes rooted it out by feel.

   I never really got the Puritan thing.  She showed up to the summer fair
in tight cutoffs jeans with the legs rolled up to the tops of her thighs. I
don't even know what a Bruderhof means, but she had a wild streak.  Why she
left the church, and was dead to her family.  I mean Dead, they mourned her
when she went out into the world.

   "Hh," and the mother thing.  Well, I guess that's her thing, sitting
down I can imagine her an older girl, maybe like my sister, who I never got
to do something so dirty with, or thought about until I got married, and
our sex lives took all these new turns.  But this was her fantasy, I didn't
so much write it for her as write it out at her dictation, then we fucked
like we never had before.

   I guess that what repression does, makes you hide you perverts, their
perverted fantasies, and because of her Puritan childhood, I had no way of
knowing she was more perverted than me.

   And i drank, a lot.

   Today, it was hot, we had a cooler of ice water, and I was covered in
teracotta grit from drill holes in brick walls to pull lines through.

   Trying to imagine what she had in store for me tonight.  Some fantasy of
her meeting me at the door, in my favorite bra and panties, maybe spanking.
Her, with a hairbrush, guys talk.  About our wives now, and we lie, but she
spanked me.

   Called me baby like a schoolyard bully, i was at once so turned on, yet
not even horny.  It wasn't that kind of, well sexy.  And it was so sexy,
just holding her teat to my mouth, trying to suckle the way I imagine a boy
would, but i had to pee.  And it was so intimate, I really didn't want to
interrupt it for a break, and figure out how to get the diaper down,
without getting too hard to, and search me why it took so long to realize
what that means.

   I was wearing a diaper, that's what it's for.  "Hhhhhhhhh!" Like wetting
the bed, I had forgotten.  Not waking up to the cold mess, but waking up,
with a full bladder.  Having to go, maybe on a cool night, knowing it would
get me in trouble, being teased for it by my sister, and yeah, getting hard
like a shot, because of the full on sister fantasy now.  Try to think of a
good one, for the next story.

   "There," she slipped the cup up over her wet nipple, and wiped my mouth.
Shrugged under the strap, and put my head down on her lap.  She felt the
warm damp terry, and the shamefull hardness in it.  "Ooh, it feels pretty
full." She smiled down.  I don't know why I didn't even think.  That means
she has to change me!

   i rolled off her lap, so she could get up, lean over to pull the side
out, and unhook the curtain pin.  "Ooh, you're wet." She went back, to wet
the washcloth.  Draped the towel end over her shoulder, after wiping the
drool with it.  I gave it some wet sloppy pumps while she was at the sink,
just to keep it hard, but even the piss.  The nasty piss, I slipped my wet
hand out when she turned, and came back.  Unpinned the other side, washed,
and dried me.  The wet terry on my throbbing stiffy.  Then the dry towel
end.  Wrapping around, to pull the skin down.  Then the warm wetness.

   "Nh!" Tight in her grip.  Then turning it, twisting, and rolling it
around on the hard head, like polishing a doorknob.  "Uhp!" Hold my breath,
my eyes so tight tears squeezed out, it hurt, but I shot my second load of
baby butter into the wet pissy washcloth.  "Huh!" gasp for breath, "Hh hH!"
I tried to push her hands away, "Stop, uh!"

   "Got to make sure it's clean," but I hunched, gasping and grunting with
the intense wet slimy friction, sucking the fresh piss smell into my nose
until it finally went soft, and sucked back into the skin.  "Huh!  Fuck!"
She grinned, leaning down to kiss me.  Deeply, her tongue snaking in to
swab out my mouth.  So passionately, panting breathlessly, i don't know if
it was her drool, or mine, running down my cheeks.

   i felt like i was falling asleep?  I don't know, I didn't pass out, or
start crying tears of joy, but it welled up over the orgasmic after glow,
and smothered me like a pillow.  She climbed on with me, held my head on
her shoulder, and hugged me.  Caressing my face, the stubble grown from
this morning telling me I'm a man.  Her husband, not the pubeless little
boy she made me feel like.  "Hhhh!" Finally, I crawled out of it.  Like a
cave or something, I could open my eyes, and felt like myself again.

   "God," that was the most incredible wonderful feeling I ever have, "I
love you so much!" We kissed, it felt like forever, then we went down to
heat up our dinner.

   ;

   "Sister" (B/s Mole Face Fant)

   "Hh?"

   I felt his hand first.  Through the sheet, and my nightshirt, slipping
up my thigh.  It was dark, I thought it might be a dream, forgot what I was
actually dreaming, but I thought I could just fall back asleep.  But it,
felt, I'm ticklish there.  I just found out, was it yesterday?  I don't
know, but his fingers found the inside of my thighs, and finally I had to
stop him so I could breathe.  I couldn't even laugh, just try to gasp,
breathlessly with my mouth wide open.

   This, didn't tickle, at all.  It felt nice, so I just kept breathing. 
As if asleep, maybe I'd slip back off to dreamland, or not, but he wouldn't
stop.  Like he had before, when I caught him touching me in bed.  He
stopped when I woke up, but I pretended to still be asleep tonight, because
I didn't want him to stop.  I liked it too much tonight.  "Hhhhhh!" Just
breathe, and feel the nice pleasure of the light warm smooth cotton on my
hairless legs.  Slipping up.  "Hh?" I snorted, caught my breath, smacked my
lips dreamily, and pretended to fall back asleep.

   I couldn't, my heart was beating too fast, because he touched my
underpants.  Through my nighty, and the sheet, but there was such a shock
of pleasure, it beat his feeling my thighs by a million!  It was getting
hard not to gasp, and pant shallow.  Deep slow even breaths, anticipating
him getting braver, thinking I'd gone back asleep, and touching me again.
He didn't, not down there right away, but his fingers shook at the top of
the covers.

   .  "Hhhhhh!" The sheet slipped down, the growing bumps on my chest, tiny
but they felt like they ballooned overnight.  So full they stretched my
teats, the front of my nightshirt, and I didn't like it.  The first time he
grabbed one, it woke me up, and I smacked his hand away.  Then last night,
I remember him bumping them, them hitting his arm when he was tickling me,
mercilessly, struggling, and laughing, but now.  I wanted him to touch them
again.  Both of them, his hands on them, squeezing them till they popped.

   "HhhhHhH!" Deep slow breath, but he stopped pulling the sheet down, and
his fingers touched my legs again.  It almost tickled, and I felt the hair
on his knuckles brush the goosebumps on my legs.  Why did I have
goosebumps? I wasn't cold, not at all, but the night air felt cool, and I
shivered when he lifted the skirt of my nighty, over my bare legs, and my
underpants felt so sweaty.  "HhHhH!"

   And I heard, the strangest sound, like clapping, but I couldn't see.  I
opened my eyes, but it was too dark, I just hurt the soft muffled pats over
me, and off the the side.  Standing next to my bed,

   Pat Pat Pat...

   Rythmic as a heartbeat, but mine was running a mile a minute, beating
out of my chest, I thought for sure he could hear it, but I guess whatever
he was doing was louder.  'uh!' Just a kind of grunt?  I couldn't hear him
breathe either, but was he holding his breath?  "HhHhh, h, h!" Now, I felt
feverish, but he felt around first.  In the dark, but he found my
underpants.  Gently brush them down with his fingetrips, bending down the
short new little curls that had started sprouting up, ever since I got a
visit from my friend.

   The monthly visit, but she came with all these strange, and wonderful
new feelings, and changes, as I started to become a woman.  Soon, I would
find a man to make me a woman, I knew it couldn't be him.  It was sinful,
he's my brother, so we can't marry, so he can make me a woman.  Redeem me
in the eyes of the Lord, from the sin of Eve, and give me children of my
own.  I hadn't met him yet, but still almost dreaming, I imagined him like
my brother.

   pat pat patpat PatPatPat!  "Huh!"

   ...
:
-_/Loud this time, because his fingers slipped in, between my thighs,
and pressed the dry cotton of my underpants into my dirtiest place.  Where
the blood comes from, the well of sin, and now his breath was loud. 
Ragged, I felt more patting.  On my belly, and the nightshirt over my
breathing chest.  I wasn't even trying any more, couldn't stop gasping and

panting, "Huh, hH!  Huh, hH!  Huh, hH?"

   "Uh!" he slipped his fingers out, and I fell away.  As if into warm
water, being Baptized, I even felt something hot, and wet on my face. 
"Huh!" He pulled the sheet back up, but I pulled the nighty back down.  It
clung wetly, the cotton stuck to the linen in spots, but I slipped my hand
out.  To wipe my face, it must have dripped from his nose, I thought it was
snot.

   I wiped it on my pillow, and turned over.  To face the wall, I crossed
my legs, and curled up, pulling the sheet tight.  Still shivering, I didn't
dare touch myself.  Much as I wanted to, bad enough I let him, and as much
as I knew it was the worst most sinful thing I ever did, I dreamed of hell.


   I covered my chest, felt them, finally hands on them.  Sinful hands,
groping, and molesting me as the fires licked higher up my legs, between my
thighs, burning my bottom, and the sinful place between until I smelt the
hairs singe, and burn off.  Nightmares, the torment in store for him, for
touching me like that.  Knowing I would burn with him, and shamefully
hoping he'd do it again, and again.  He closed the door quietly, sneaking
back out as he had snuck in, but I heard it.  "Huh!" Finally, I drifted
back off to sleep...

   ;

   Hubby {MF NS Spou.  b/g Mnem Mole.  Mnem is for memories, shared between
husband and wife of their childhoods.  Then Kunyaza, not that either of
them have ever heard of it.  For spoilers, look it up.  Trigger Warning:
Spouse Abuse.}

   She met me at the door.  I was fairly clean anyway, but she took my
field computer, and the house is dark.  "Dinner's in the dining room," I
found it by the candle light, her plain wooden candleholders, she put the
machine away, in another room.  Not dressed up, or down in her dowdy
puritan dress.  Her hair was braided, but not pinned up in a bun, to cover
with her wimple.

   Sorry, Prayer Bonnet.  I sat down at the head of the table, "It smells
wonderful!" She uncovered the roasting pan, pot roast.  Not my favorite,
but she makes a good one.  Once she added the herbs and spices she got out
of a cookbook, when we were newlywed, she boiled everything with maybe a
little salt, to death.  She had to cook worldly, like a real wife instead
of a Pennsylvania Dutch puritan.

   "Amen," she unclasped her hands, and asked me about my day.

   "Well, we were mostly inside," the plaster brushed off, "I didn't even
break a sweat." Wiring, I'm an electrician, for the new Cable Company.

   "I wrote another story, your friends will probably love it."

   "Mother-son?" It's really more like all one story, so another chapter,
in the continuing adventures of a dirty little boy, his mother, and sister.
Cumming of Age?  I chewed, and swallowed, but snorted.  "Ugh!" Couldn't
laugh with my mouth full.

   "Brother/sister." She smiled, "He's starting to molest her, or she's
starting to like it."

   The napkin in my lap stopped hanging between my legs, and started
folding up, instead of down.  "Oh yeah?"

   "Huh!" She kept stirring it around in her bowl, picked up the pepper. 
"If you don't mind me asking," she picked up some carrot, and celery, "Were
you molested too?" Took the bite, and chewed, waiting.

   ...  'Too,' she said.  I suspected, but.  "Gulp," I nodded, and set down
my fork.  "Huh!" picked up the knife, and sliced some bread off the fresh
baked loaf.

   Oh yes, she can bake.  Buttered some fresh sourdough.  "All right, but
you're really going to have to tell me something." anything about her
childhood, "I'll go first." Collecting my thoughts, I sniffed the
sourdough, and took a bite.  Picked up the napkin from my tent pole, and
wiped a drip of melted butter from the side of my chin.

   .

   .

   "There was this other boy.  Older, the first time i saw porn." She
picked up a bite of beef, and some onion speared on the tines to hold it
on. Just nodded, chewing.  "He didn't touch me, but he showed me, the
magazines, and what to do with them." i didn't have a big brother for that.

   "Jerk off," she nodded.  Swallowed, her mother would probably gasp in
horror, and beat her with a switch for talking with her mouth full.

   "Of course," nodded, "So, i started playing with myself, but he kept
them.  So, i had to go back, and ask him where he got it." I finished the
chunk of bread, not full, but I lost my appetite.  This conversation, was
interesting, but "It's hard to talk about, but he showed me."

   "His father's stash?" I shook my head.

   "There was this guy, in his neighborhood.  We went to the same school,
but he rode a different bus.  "We grew up, apart." She didn't go to public
school, you only really saw them or the Mennonites and Amish around our
home town when they came in to buy, and sell.  "We thought he was cool, he
let us swear, and look at dirty pictures, and hang out at his place.  She
said his name, and took another bite.

   Nodded, "You heard about him." She nodded back.  "Yeah, so you probably
heard he got busted, they didn't find all the boys he molested, but i was
one too." She just chewed, waiting...  "Huh!  i didn't know, they didn't
talk about that, until then.  Then we had this big assembly at the public
school, where they told us about strangers, and what they, might could do,
if you talk to them, or get in their cars.  He wasn't, a stranger, of
course.  He was a 'friend.' He liked to be friends with kids, but of course
to get your pants down, and show us porn to touch us when we got hard."

   She set down her fork.  "You know what it was like, where I grew up?"

   I shook my head, my stew was getting cold, so I picked up my fork, and
spoon.  "I'magine like the Mennonites?  I went out to their farm, they had
two stairs.  One up to the boy's side, and the other up to the girls.  I
couldn't go up to the girl's of course.  They got upset if I looked up
there."

   "Well, that's one major difference.  You remember the schoolhouse?" I
shook my head, chewing some vegitables.  {Mirepoix, 2 parts celery, to one
part carrot, and onion with some potatoes thrown in for starch.  The basis
for most old world soups, and stews, like Chicken and Noodles, or
Dumplings...}

   Swallow, "i thought it was 2 churches." You could see them from the
road, one had a steeple, while the other "The one without a bell?"

   "Right, they didn't need a bell, because we grew up there.  It was like
Sunday School, every day, and instead of classrooms, the back hall was
dorms.  We were raised together, in a Creche.  Like the Jewish Kibbutz, the
boys on one side until their voices cracked, the girls on the other until
we got our period."

   "So," I get it, "No reason to call the kids to school," they lived
there.

   "Right, but still separated so the boys don't get into the girls, if you
get my meaning." Of course.  I just ladled up the thin tasty broth, and
sipped it from the spoon.  "So, it was like your boyfriend."

   "I didn't have a boyfriend." I scooped up another spoonful, though.

   "Right, sorry." Shakes her head, "But we didn't have pornography, of
course.  I mean if one of the boys carved the image of a penis on a tree,
they took a plane to it, and cut it off."

   "Jesus." They were known for their woodworking, though.  We called the
boys 'chisel boys,' because they carried them around in their pockets,
instead of whittling knives.

   She laughed, "For christ's sake.  Huh!  the problem with such a culture
is, it tends to cover up things that they don't even want to admit exist."

   "Like child molestors." And incest, the Amish in particular around
there.

   "And homosexuals.  The teaching is that homosexuality is a sin, like
taking the lord's name in vain." I didn't say sorry, she doesn't care any
more, and curses like a sailor to get horny now.  "However, that doesn't
really stop us from giving birth to homosexuals, just like anyone else."

   "So, you believe it's a," Shake my head, think, "You're born that way,
instead of choosing that life?"

   "Yes, and here's why.  My first love was a girl, she's a lesbian now,
but I'm not."

   "So, you're molested by another girl?" I dropped my napkin over my bowl,
not so much to signal I was done, but so I could stand up, and she could
see my hardon trying to tear off my pants.

   "Yes," she got up, and picked up the candle snuffer.

   I couldn't wait, to get upstairs.  Just watching her bend over, to hold
the swinging bell over the burning end of the white hand dipped tapers. 
She didn't look back at the sound of my belt buckle clanking, or the zipper
dropping loudly as soon as I popped the snap.

   "Huh!" I slipped her skirt up, and she bent over.  The table in the
dark, just felt her bottom, pinched her undies to pull them down, and
goosing to find her hot and wet.  Swollen, not dripping, but her scent
filled the dining room as I swirled a fingertip to slip down through her
folds, and wet her blood swollen little man in a boat.  "Huhh!"

   She turned, over to put her legs up.  So, I had to feel for her again.
She squeezed her legs together.  Trapping me, but I pulled back to slip the
dry skin in her fresh shaven thighs.  "Huh!" Then a short, maybe quarter
thrust to roll out of my foreskin.  Even more sensitive than her thighs,
which drive her wild by the way.  I felt up her legs.  Slipped her panties
up to her feet, and bent her knees to bring them together.  But not pull
them off, instead, Leaned down.  "SnnnhhHHH!" She had been writing, all
day. Not just that sick sleep molestation she read to me later, in bed. 
The guys loved that, by the way.  "Huh!" I slipped out, so I hooked my
thumb over the stubble of my pubes, and slipped it between her lips.

   "Huh!" And the, I don't know, curved corner, where her thighs come
together, with her crotch.  The skin rolled back again from me fucking back
in to the warm pocket, and her pubes felt fresh shaven.  Smooth as a little
girl's, I imagine.  Her, with her little friend.  "Huh!" I pulled my face
out of her panty clad feet, "Dirty lesbian."

   "Hmh!" Pull back to slip down, and swirl it around in her broth.  Pull
the skin tight, and get the head good and wet before it slips back up to
her pocket.  "Yeah!" breathless.  "Nh!" Shaking, she hunched at the loose
fold in the top.  Slipping on my meat, in the cleft on the bottom.  "Nh!" I
slipped back down, to stir out some more broth.  "Neah!" Back up, sucking
air through her pussy perfumed panties, her nice clean feet, lapping the
fine cotton into her sensitive soles.  "huhn!" Another hunch, forcing out a
grunt.  Shaking my head, to brush the cotton back and forth.  "Hhihihn!" A
giggle.  A girlish giggle, she's ticklish, but I have to get her really
worked up so it doesn't spoil the mood.  Good, not that i wouldn't mind a
break to wrestle around, and giggle, but I was now consciously teasing
myself, as much as her, to make it last.  "Nh!" Her hands running up, and
down my tummy.  Okay, belly, she's been feeding me good, and she likes it.
Even better than my old tight muscular one, I still had it under there,
because of our childsplay.  "Don't know what you're missing."

   Another dip, a little deeper each time, but not quite penetrating her.
Like a virgin, our honey moon, being careful not to hurt her.  Slip up for
another brush, her erection against mine, but stroking out to slip my
foreskin up.  "Nyeah!" she humped this time, had enough for her heels to
slop down to my neck, so I gripped her ankles to hold her panties back to
my face.  Her filthy fucking panties, stewing in her juices, writing nasty
incest sister stories, and waiting for me to come home.  All day, probably
even cooking, and baking, bent over the counter to open her notebook when
she thought of something.  Maybe some flour still dusting her hands, a curl
stuck to her face, and more clinging wet to her hot neck.  "Uh!" I slipped
back in, to her intercrural pocket.

   Like a Greek pedorast, the myth is they sodomized boys, and eunichs. 
Buttfucked them without a vulva between them, but they really preferred
this.  Squeezed between the thighs, I slipped down again.  Too far, oops!
Brushed my sex drenched tip against her dry wrinckled pucker, and between
her clenching buttocks.  Which dried it, so I dipped out more fuck broth,
and winked the eye, to stir out some more, and spread it on with some more
quick dips.  Shallow, then a little deeper.  "Huh!'' She spasmed, "Neah,
Yes, now, fuh, Fuck, Nau, Fuck Me Now!"

   "Wh hw hw!" The dirty cotton puffed in my face, but I stopped.  So
close, too fucking close, I held it.  Just the tip, just inside, but her
fuck tunnel spasmed, almost milking me off.  Too soon, I'm not ready, so I
pull out, even my face out of her feet to pant.  "Huh huh huh!" Just the
cool air, her juices cooling on it was too much, so I risked letting the
skin cover it, and squeezed in the hope of holding it back.  "NGH!" She
taught me this, sitting on my hands, so close, then stopping, so I'm caught
just on the brink of an orgasm.  "Hh, huh hHh!" Kiss her panties, and bite
them.  Slowly slipping in.  "Hwhwhwhwh!"

   She shakes, no longer spasming, but I can hear her short shallow
breaths, like a silent giggle.  'h!  h!  h!' "NyyyyeeeeuuuUUAHHH!"

   As slow as I can, hold back from diving in, burying myself to the balls,
and splashing her womb with baby butter.  Churning it to a froth, but
bending a knee, turning my hip, down, then back up, around to turn, and
bend the other.  Stirring it around in her like an auger to open up a hole
that wasn't quite wide enough.  "NYEAUOOOOOOOOOH!"

   I read about it.  Penthouse forum, and the like, never really believed
that a woman could truly 'gush' like that.  You know, guys lie. 
Exaggerate, but I swear to god.  It was just exactly like that.  She
gushed, she literally gushed, it soaked my stubbly crotch, and balls, and
dripped down my legs like I wet my pants.  I kept stirring deeper and
deeper, literally screwing into her, until I felt the tight spasming donut
of muscle at the bottom up against it, and that was just too much.

   "PHUH!" My head exploded.  For a second, I didn't even know what
happened, then I hear the splash, and crash of the roast hitting the floor,
and tumbling.

   Then She was on me, "WHAT," GHN!  "THE," GHN!  "FUCK!" I got my hands
Up,

   "KUH!" She kicked me in the chest, I think with her knee, then her sharp
elbow hit my ribs.  I held my chest, breathless, so I couldn't cover my
face, and she held my arm to start punching the side of my face again, "You
want to get me pregnant!?"

   Then it stopped, i heard her sobbing in the corner.  "Uh!" I caught my
breath, or i could gasp again, "Wh, uh!" my head started pounding all by
itself, and the side of my face felt like one giant bruise.  "I'm sorry,' I
felt her, my knee slipped in the hot broth, but I got my arms around her,
and held her, sobbing.  "Don't you?"

   She pushed me off, "Don't touch me!" i heard her, running up stairs,
sobbing loudly, and the bathroom door slam.

   I got up, head felt like a ball of pain, but felt along the wall to the
door, and found the light switch.  "Huh!" what the fuck just happened?

   ;

   Report {Mms NS Mug Fict}

   "I got robbed.  I don't know, a bunch of kids.  I didn't get a good look
at them, they were all wearing ballcaps, but some of them were Jaguars,
while the other half wore Spartans.  So, I guess they go to both high
schools.  Is there much gang activity here, really?  We just moved here, a
couple years ago, figured such a small town would be a nice quiet place to
start a family.  I guess you're right, punk kids.  Hm?  Oh, they just beat
me up, kicked me a couple times, they didn't have any bats, or knives that
I saw.  I don't know what they hit me in the head with when they knocked me
out, but they dropped my wallet.  Just took the cash, I don't know, maybe a
hundred bucks, or two?  Not more than that, I deposited most of my
paycheck. Oh, I scalded myself earlier tonight, wife dropped a perfectly
good potroast, so I went out to get a pizza or something when they jumped
me.  Sorry I couldn't be much more help with that.  Sure, where do I sign
the report?  Okay, uh.  Could you leave me alone now, the pain pills they
gave me haven't kicked in yet.  Yeah turn off the light when you go out."

   What was I going to tell them?  I'm still not sure what exactly
happened. I mean, up to the point where she got off, and went fucking
psycho berserk or something, but I sure wasn't going to tell the cops that
I just got beaten by my wife.  "Huh uHN!" The doctor said there's no signs
of broken ribs, but my face is one big bruise, and I got a concussion.  On
both sides of my head,

   "Surge/counter-surge they said." Probably when the roasting pan hit my
head, then my head hit the floor, they way they explained it, the brain
sloshed back and forth, and hit the sides of my skull.  About what it feels
like, the nurse keeps coming in to shine the light in my eyes, the next
time I asked him "Why do you do that?"

   "To check your pupils." He showed me, in the mirror.  They were 2
different sizes, like David Bowie, but they eventually shrunk back down to
the same size.  I winced, and looked away from the purple swollen mess of
the left side of my face.  Like that guy's from the Batman comics, what's
his face's.  That bad, and a big fat goosegg that puffed out the hair on
the side.  "Can I go home soon?"

   "We need to keep you for observation, until we're sure there's no
subdural hematoma." awhat?  "A brain bleed, if you have too much
intercranial pressure, you could die, which is why we're keeping you
awake."

   "Oh."

   "You want the light out?  If the lights hurt your eyes,"

   "No," don't shake your head, "It's all right." It does, but the dark is
even worse.

   "You think I can call my wife?" I thought, "To tell her what happened,
and I'm all right."

   Or, find out what did just happen?  "Sure, I'll have them bring in a
phone."

   Shower {F "Solo" NS}

   Shshshshshshshshshshshshshshsh...

   I just tuned it out, until he stopped banging on the door, I didn't hear
him leave, but i just curled up on the floor, sobbing.  I think he broke my
hand.

   You had a psychotic seizure.

   "Oh?" Shake my head.

   You went Berserk.

   "Nhmhmhm!" All I remember, after that, well I guess the phrase is 'mind
blowing orgasm,' but did it really just turn me psycho?  "So that's what
psycho feels like?"

   "Well, you are talking to yourself."

   Like I was possessed, then I had these flashes, all the fears I tried to
deny, dismiss, tell myself were just paranoia.  I couldn't stop, asking
myself, the question repeating over and over in my head.

   "What does that kind of abuse, do to a person?"

   My husband, I was afraid of/for him, and then our son.  "H!"

   "Yeah," that's what set you off.

   The thought of raising a son, together.  I could almost see him, looking
up, from the future?  Turning cold, angry, violent, growing into a bully. A
molestor, a rapist, and killer.  Because i thought I knew the man i
married, only to find out he's a pedorast.

   Now, I was full of his seed, and all of a sudden i wanted it out of me.
Couldn't get to the douche fast enough, fill it up, again and again,
sobbing in the now cold water, but it braced me.  The frigid gushes in,
then soapy water, and then i thought of the vinegar.  I read somewhere, i
forget what magazine that it kills the sperm.  It wasn't just the thought
of raising him, I could put him up for adoption, i didn't even want him in
me.  For most of a year, carrying him, giving him life, only to grow up
like his father.  A monster.

   It's like being gay, either you're born with it, or you're normal,
right? I don't believe in demons any more, i was just upset, feeling
broken, so my poor twisted up head remembered it from my childhood stories.
Sunday school every day.  "Thought you had 2 churches." He was right, we
did.  An old one, and a young one, for children.  Yet another reason i
finally ran away.  Found a family that would let me live with them, on
their farm in exchange for work.  Good family, good kids, they even let me
finish school at the high school.  "Why,' o why did i ever leave?  I vowed
to never regret it, and i hadn't, until i found out they weren't completely
wrong.

   It is scary out here, there really are horrible people.  Not everyone,
but that doesn't mean they were wrong about everyone.  There are real
monsters, and they don't look like monsters.  It would be nice if they did
have horns on their heads, or were marked by a word of blasphemy, but of
course not.  "Hih!" They look just like normal people, so you don't run
away.  You can let them in, trust them, fall in love with them.  Then, they
suck you in with their sick fucking fantasies, I can't believe, i was so
gullible.  How could i be so naive?  "They're just stories," sure, "Just
fantasies," right.  I knew, as soon as I read the first line.

   [It wasn't the first time i changed his diaper, but the first time i
opened it up, and saw my little brother was hard, I felt myself get hard
to.]

   "Uh!" i know, temptation they told me.  I never expected, to read
something like that, though.  And, be.  Well, tempted by it?  It was
disgusting, I dropped it like it was on fire, put it back, but just that
seed was enough.  To grow in me, in my head, until i thought of it again.
Then again, it took days, then weeks before I finally gave in, and got it
back out.  Not the porn, i think I looked through it once.  And laughed, it
was funny.

   Naked people, girls, so what?  Why do I want to see naked girls, with
shaven pubes, and vibrators pointed between their legs?  Or smiling, mouths
wide open, as if to suck them, get them wet, why didn't that turn me on,
then that sick incestous baby pissy diaper story.  No, just that sentence,
that first sentence, eccoing over and over.  Why did i ever get curious
again?  Or in the first place, why did i ever even touch that horrible
sinful thing?

   They were right the whole time.  The devil is real, satan is truly
tempting mortals into sin, and we are so corrupted by Eve we are powerless
against it.  The only defense is to avoid all temptation, these worldly
clothes, tight jeans, and easy men, boys and girls living together.  I
should have stayed with the Mennonites, they had it right, the brotherhood
messed up by raising all those children together.  If they hadn't, i never
would have been tempted by those other girls.  i never would have rebelled,
gone to the summer carnival, with their drink, and their gambling, and
their handsome boys to kiss behind the shooting gallery.  I never would
have been tempted, seduced, and turned into this wretched thing.  I would
be having these sick perverted nightmares, and thinking they're erotic
dreams, but it's not too late.  i can get out, but where will i go?  How
will I live?

   I don't have any money, any way to make it, a job, I'm completely
dependent on my husband, and my family won't take me back.  Even then, how
could I face them?  The shame, their smug satisfaction, judging me, telling
them they were right.  They told me so, but I wouldn't listen.  I'm already
headded for hell, why wait?  "Hhh!" I couldn't do it.  So, i dropped the
knife, and just cried on the kitchen floor, "Nhmhmhmhmhn!"

   Until the phone rang.

   ;

   Brother Love {Bc Nepi Mole Bukk Mnem.  c Colo Bath Todd !st...:
Basically a rewrite, I'm not even going to hint at who's writing it for
whom.}

   "Hh?" I felt it, looked up, then blinked as another hit my eye.  I
turned away, but it kept spitting in my face.  Loel, he grunted again, but
it patted again on the pillow next to my head.  "Uhn!" This time I licked
my lips.  Tasted it again.  Thick, and gluey like paper matche' paste when
I helped him with his volcano.  Then it dribbled hot and wet on my chest,
another shot over to my arm.  Then dribble on the other shoulder.

   For the longest time, I thought it was a dream.  His fingers slipped out
of my underpants, and he left.  I heard he shower running, wiped my eyes
fist, and "SmcSmq!" sucked it off of my fingers.  Tried to catch the stuff
on my arm, but it dripped down so to catch it with my tongue, and lick it
up.  "HhH!" felt over my chest, diagonal to pinch, then roll along the wet
trail with my finger, and thumb.  "SmMqhH!"

   I slipped my dry hand in my underpants, tried to touch myself like he
did.  "hH!" shivered, but felt feverish.  On top of the sheets, just my
underpants, where else did it hit?  I just felt across my wet chest, up,
and down my tummy.  "Hmh!"

   Burning up now, and panting.

   He went out the other door, to the hall, our bathroom door was locked,
so I ran quick in there, and slipped those off too.  I remember him, like a
dream, or half awake.  Pretending to snore, so he gets up in the middle of
the night.  "Klooh!" I grabbed the stopper, and stuck it in the drain
before it really ran out, much.  Slipped in, still very warm, and lay down
with my knees up on the sides, touching myself the whole time.  Felt it
soak through my hair to the scalp, and fresh gooseflesh ripple down the
chest and belly still exposed to the morning air.  'hhHHH!" Sweat pop out
on my brow, even my breath blow out over my chest.

   'niH!" Goosed myself, "Hihin!" it didn't tickle, but the clean hot
water, 'snnnnnH!" Fresh lather from the soap still in the air, wrinsing my
dirtiest spot.  "I think i felt, a little in there, relaxing, then pushing
to force it out.  Feel it, peeing, but not in the water at all.  Had to
hold my fingertips up, into the stream to feel it moving through the water.
'haHHH!"

   Next time I'll do it.  Pretend to snore until I hear him, hold his
breath to grunt, and reach up to feel it.  Cantilevered over me, bulging,
and twitching.  The thick spurts pissing out, but not like pee.  Not at
all. Pull it down, and sit up, or at least turn, and pick up my head enough
to kiss it.  Feel it squirt in my mouth.  Taste it fresh, tingling like
unreddened blood in a scrape.  Suck my thumb, the whole thing, but pull it
out to nibble the tip, to peel the scab off, pinching it with my front
teeth.  "Hh!" Suckling it, I bet his milk is tangy like that.

   Not like pee at all, since potty training.  "Hh!" I miss diapers, not
having to hold it, and get to a potty in time.

   'spq?  Hah!" I felt it, the first time that, with through my steeping
privates, that bubble in my butt, squeezing out 'poOl.:9!' to roll up
between my legs, and that rushing gush straight through me like a wet burp.
But "HUHHHHH!" Just air came out, and I gasped for another breath.  My knee
fell over, and the other slid down to splash sideways, my hip slipping
across the bottom, and the water squirting between my back, and the warmed
porceline coated cast iron of the other side.  Pattering down over my ribs,
squeezing my fingers between my legs so tight, I can feel my heart beating
in them.  So fast, then slowing down, the wave rocking back and forth
between my chest, and the side.

   "AGHGHGHGHGHL!" it bubbled, then I had to turn to get my face out of the
water, gasping, and panting for hot steamy soapy tasting breath. 
"SPbPbPbP!" Sputtering bubbles from my mouth, and "NCH!" sneezing the water
out of my nose.

   Hubby {FM AgeR, Feet, Spou, Abus, BWMC.  That's Bed/Brain Wet/Washing,
Mind Control.}

   She picked me up from the hospital the next morning.  Neither of us had
to say anything about skipping church, we just silently agreed to it. 
"Hm." She nodded, and I winced, pulling the lap belt.  "Here," she helped
me, Clic't!  "How you feeling?" she rubbed my thigh."

   "A little," beat up?  "Better," I guessed.  "My head is killing me. 
Don't even look at a mirror, remember her draping the diaper over the
mirror, rinsed and wrung out in the toilet to dry.  "HhnN!" Hold my head,
"They put me in a diaper." She laughed for me, it didn't hurt as much.

   She didn't have mirrors growing up.  Vanity, She picked up Her's
antiquing.  Not to call her vain, that's just what her family would think.
She is beautiful, I never saw her before she got out.  I guess i did, from
the road, with the rest of the children, walking double file from the
school to the church, or back, but you couldn't even tell them apart from
the road, driving by.  Heads down, hands held together, some of the boys
looked up, or got out of line, only for one of the Teachers to clear their
throat.  "Uh!" Hit a bump.

   "What!"

   "Try not to shake the car?"

   "I'll try," she laughed, "But I can't speak for the street.  I looked
over the hood, so I could at least see them coming, before she lurched
around a pothole.

   I just told her, what I told the doctor, nurses, sheriff, and probably
the boys at work, tomorrow.  "I'll heal."

   "You always were tough." She nodded.  "I don't know what came over me,
but I flashed back."

   "To what?"

   "HhhhhhhhH!" She took another breath, shaking her head hard enough to
shake the wheel.  "I.  Ngh!" She cried, driving.  One handed long enough to
wipe the tears away and sniff.  "Ngh!  When I got out, after that night at
the fair.  Well, I didn't know you were the one." We just kissed, held
hands.  And eachother, I felt her body pretty good with mine, but it was
years ago, she was much skinnier, and I was in much better shape.  So, huh!
I flirted with a guy."

   "Who?" Probably knew him.

   "Another man." Well we're teenagers, but.

   "Okay?"

   "It's not like," she looked over, with wet eyes, "I cheated on you,
but." Back at the road.  "He wasn't like you hoo who!" Sobbing, she just
held the wheel, her arms shaking.  "HhhHuhuhH!" Ragged breath.  "He,"
lowered to a whisper, 'he, Hhurt.  Mhmhmhmhm!"

   I wondered why she wasn't a virgin.  The first time, i kissed her that
deeply.  I felt the scar with my tongue.

   "He," I closed my eyes.  "He raped you."

   I didn't believe him.  Scott White, when I get better, I'm going to get
some time off, save up enough to drive back there, with a pickaxe handle,
wrapped in barbed wire, soaked in gasoline, and lit on fire.  "Was it
Schott!" Unclench my teeth, and let my lips relax enough to close them.

   "I wrote something,"

   "I wrote a lot." she swallowed, and nodded, "And thought of so many
more." she looked, "But I warn you, they're getting pretty scary."

   "More like horror?"

   'nitemares!' I gasped, from the way I said it, and felt a twinge from my
bruised ribs.

   She got me home, put me to bed.  "Where's the," I looked around, and
closed my eyes.  'diapers?'

   "Want me to tuck you in?"

   'yes,' I nodded, 'mommy.'

   She felt, through the covers.  "It feels pretty full," slipped her hand
down my leg.  Walking down, and around the end of the bed.  "I better
change you."

   She unlaced my boot, wiggled it off my foot, and slipped it off for the
sweat to cool.  "Gootchie gootchie, goo!" It's a good thing, I'm not
ticklish, because it still hurts to giggle, or "HUH!" Gasp too hard when
she runs her pinky nail up the bottom.  "This liddle piddie,' she wiggled
mine, "Went to market.  This widdew piddy stayed home.  This widdow piddy
had roast beef, and this widdow piddy stayed home.  and This." She pulled
it out, to the side.  In the middle, she leaned in.  On her knees on the
floor.  "Huh!" her favorite widdow piddie, she kissed it.  Sucked it, and
licked the bottom with her tongue so gently i could feel the taste buds
grit on the thumbrints." 'nhhh!  Smwq!"

   "All ouwda piddies,' she stood back up, and held my other boot by the
cap toe.  Picking out the laces, and pulling the loop from the knot. 
"Little pigs, little pigs, Let," she tapped the toe, "Me," knocked "In!"
with her knuckles.  Then gripped the heel, and "hh!" Pulled it out to stop
on her hip.

   "Not by the hair of our chinny chin shin?"

   "Then I'll huff," the sock slipped off, "and," she slipped her fingers
between my toes, "Puff.  Phfwewwwwwh!" I shivered a little, "and blow," she
held out my big toe." "yWhowl hwSS!"

   I jumped when she bit it.  Not hard, just pinched it with her teeth, but
the felt sharp in the rincle under it, then she scraped the nail so it bent
over the top.  "Pb!"

   I had my pants open, so she just had to pull the bottoms.  Folded it
under, so the keys and wallet were wrapped up in the legs, and set them on
the dresser.

   "Hhhhhhh!" I closed my eyes, relaxed, and felt the wetness soak through
the front of my briefs into my hands.  Pinched it to stop, want to save
some for the diaper, but I got hard enough that i didn't have to hold it.

   She shooked it out, turned to slide the underwear drawer shut with her
hip, holding the pins with her lips.

   I held my legs up, together so she could slip my half wet undiepants up
and down my legs, lift my feet, and slip them off.

   "...blow your house in."

   ;

   {Continuity Note: I originally wrote these (This and the next) for a
different character.  The Morion, a pirate from out of time, she has her
own folder under \Parent Directory/Fantasy/

   However, by "Different" characters, I mean she's the same person from 2
different timelines.  In this one, she is the Matriarch of a system of
underground networks.  In parallel to the Internet, only using the old
BBS/Dialup MoDems, because the FBI doesn't have the tools to truly wipe
them out.  Each server is independent, and only loosely networked by
referral.

   You have to get their number, literally.  Nobody knows them all, so it's
the same Cell structure as Terror Cells.  Only instead of Islamic/Christian
Terrorists, this particular one is for child pornographers, and their
customers.  The preceding, and following stories are fictionalized accounts
of Adultery, her seducing, and sexually conditioning her co-worker, acting
out fantasies to try with his wife, re-written to absolve herself of any
legal Guilt, or prevent being identified for arrest and prosecution.}