In Halle Berry's dream, she is dreaming I sent her to her bedroom and gave her an ass whooping. She is laying there in bed on her side, her white panties down around her ankles, her gray pleated skirt lifted above her waist, her white school uniform blouse open and down around her shoulders. Her nipples ache from me biting her breasts, and pinching her nipples between my fingers. Then standing behind her, putting the head of my thick juicy drooling dick on her ass hole, she spreads her butt cheeks to let me poke the huge head of my cock in and out her ass. Then slowly pushing its length up her ass, Halle digs her fingers into the mattress. Clinging to the bed, she lets out a shriek, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy my ass hole, O God Daddy it hurts. I am sorry Daddy, oh Daddy please, please oh please Daddy I will be good I will be so good I will suck your dick please, let me suck your juicy drooling doggy dick. O Daddy, I promise I will make your dick cum, I promise Daddy please let me suck it, please. Please let me suck it, suck it, suck it, oh Daddy, oh Daddy I am cumming. Ou Daddy fuck me, ou is that good Charlie, is my ass hole good. Ou yes that's it Charlie. Ou, ou, O I am cumming so much, oh Charlie I love you, I love you so much. Do you want to piss in my mouth, please Charlie I want you to piss in my mouth, um your piss tastes just sperm. Um you taste so delicious. Charlie promise you will never leave me. No one will ever love you like I do. Please tell me that you love me. I am sorry I do not mean to cry, oh Charlie I love you so.

In the clouds lie a mystery and set high upon the baby blue sky, a golden palace where secretive, sensual dreams are released from our imagination, and erotic stories are spoken into my heart in whisperings from your lips. From each word spoken kisses follow their own path guiding me to you, pulling us close until the space between our bodies is sealed tight together. Our bodies writhe possessed in rapture from succulent kisses. Stumbling, falling deep in to heaven, letting loose our desires to wander throughout every room of our house.

Here in our home we ride upon the sweet gooey lemon drops that take us deep inside one another's soul . . . each tender caress of your hands has caused our soul entangle, writhing in a sensual ballet to the rhythm of our breathing. Desires flow, aa waters over flow from within us, pouring sticky droplets of passion's fruit from within us. Its thick aroma tingles inside your sinus as it drips over your lips and into your mouth. Droplets of our sweat gather upon your silken flesh in trickling streams of perspiration.

Matthew 19.11 But he said unto them. All men cannot receive this saying, save they to whom it is given. Matthew 19.12 For there are some eunuchs, which were so born from their mother's womb. And there are some which were made eunuchs of men. And there be eunuchs which have made themselves eunuchs for the Kingdom of heaven's sake. He that is able to receive it, let him receive it.

Matthew 19.6 Wherefore they are no more twain, but one flesh. What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder.

The goddess Shiva a lioness among woman took care in her insatiable appetite for love, and taught her daughters the dainties of her husband's endless appetite for love. Even the birds, and the bees dance and display the beauty of their spirit as witness of God's love upon the earth. Shiva has pour out upon her spirit enslaving her daughters passion's in dance as they display their beauty to her husband, as they take from him the fruit that is given to Shiva's sweet rapture in this marriage of heaven and earth. It is Geb, the earth who makes love to the spirit of Nut, and it is he who shoots his seed in to the heavens, and it is his seed that will inhabit and give life and the understanding of life among all mankind. I am a lion among the among the daughters of Shva's who have fallen in rapture for my delight.

Proverbs 23. 1 When thou sittest to eat with a ruler, consider diligently what is before thee. And put a knife to thy throat, if thou be a man given to appetite. Be not desirous of his dainties: for they are deceitful meat.

Our home is a fantasy, and in this fantasy I am said to be an evil Mystic who has captured an equally evil Princess among the stars. You and I have struggled for satisfaction at passion's war, and now you belong to me . . . but in capturing you I have I've lost my kingdom . . . by allowing me to ensnare my heart in your touch, you have gained everything you've ever hoped for in your victory over love.

An artist, you've painted a picture in my mind, a self portrait of you standing at the top of the steps, dressed in a white night gown. The silk fabric softly clings to the curves of your body, flowing over your skin like a shower its waters soothing, caressing you gently draping over your pear shaped hips as you walk. Then standing close to me, pumping your hips between my thighs . . . your nipples pierce the gown like jewels adorned in platinum.

Letting the gown fall down to the floor . . . your eyes study over my face almost afriad to look in my eyes, as if you were watching a movie, humiliated by your desires touch yourself. This movie begins with your glance . . . panning over the muscular physique set upon a chair, as if a powerful king . . . your nostrils flare open, as your mind drinks in the body that looks as if it were built from hard labor at a maximum security penitentiary. And in a voice that snaps like lightning in crackling like the roar of a leopard that rumbles back into the clouds like the thunder of a lions growl.

In wet kisses that bite upon your throat, I release a growl from my throat and the deep rumbling vibrates through you and up the back of your neck, tingling your skull. Tell me you want to suck my dick, I don't want you to suck my dick, but tell me you want to suck it anyway.

I release the rumbling growl into your neck. Do it. You dog dick licking little bitch . . . grasping your waist pulling your hips to my face, tenderly kissing the mound of your tummy. Pressing my finger against your warm cunt through the fabric of your panties until I can feel your vaginal moisture seep through. Take off those cheesy drawers, smell me, put em in your mouth, you nasty little whore.

That's it, suck.

Your words mumble, humming on the tangy taste of the cunt stained panties. I love you Charlie, and you treat me so mean. Are you angry at me Charlie?

Do those nasty drawers taste good, wiggle your little twat, that's it, are you wiggling your tiny shit hole for me. I'm gonna dog fuck you.

Let me lick your penis Charlie, I want you to urinate in my mouth so bad. I'm cumming on myself. I'm sorry Charlie, oh baby, why are you so mean to me.

Nasty little bitch, turn around, bend over on the couch. Spreading your butt cheeks apart, you toot your behind at me and ask do I like your anus. And as my nose touches the crevice of your buttocks you whimper, my jaws push digging into your butt as my tongue flicks and my teeth nip into her anus. Oh, oh, oh, oh, get it baby, ou that's it. Poking my finger up your intestines. Aw, you like that, you like my finger up your shit hole like that, you look like a sock puppet.

Biting along the sides of your back, I release the low rumbling as my teeth nip into your flesh. Oh Charlie, why are you so mean to me, oh God I love you so much.

I had a daydream about you. I was imagining that I was in the kitchen cooking and talking to my girl friend, and she has to go to the bathroom. And a few minutes after she leaves me in the kitchen, I hear moaning coming from our bedroom, and I come in and watch her choking on your big cock. And she's squeezing your buttocks, and she crying cause she can't get your big drooling doggy dick all the way in her mouth. Then you grab her by her head and she's moaning on your dick and begging you to stop. And I watch gulping on your piss and its pouring out the sides of her mouth, and she looked like you're killing her with your big fat penis. Charlie I can't believe how much I miss you.

Mean to you, you cunt licking little bitch, did your wife give you a men's Rolex watch, I want it.

I can't, I'm so embarrassed. Why are you so mean to me, I'm begging you, please don't do this to me. Oh god look at me, I'm crying. I love you. Please. Fumbling to take the watch from your wrist, with tears in your eyes you had it to me. Let me lick your butt hole, I promise it'll feel so good.

Shity dick licking little whore, I don't want this damned watch. I want you to rub your nose in your wife's bloody twat for me, while I fuck her in her ass.

Lick my dick. Suck it. There you go. Are you going to lick your wifes blody cunt, for me. Look at you, you can't help yourself can you, you cock sucking little whore. Pumping your head up and down on my limp prick while you squish massaging my big fleshy soft balls in your hand. Then feeling the squirt of warm my urine pulses in streams through my penis, you hum as you suck my dick. The warm stream of piss flows over your tongue filling up your stomach.

You look up at me, humping my prick in your mouth, then popping it from your mouth, urine spatters on your face, as you rub your wet nose and mouth over my cock preparing to lick it, your words mumble onto my cock, I love you daddy.

My cock stiffens while you milk, caressing my flesh with the fingers and the palm of your hands, absorbing the feel of my cock. And I grab you head, smashing my cock on your mouth and nose and push, pumping my the thickening flesh between your lips, slowly shoving it down your throat, as you cum gulp and slurp on my thick dick until deep in your throat, choking you. There you go, you nasty cock sucking bitch, pump your little cunt against my leg like a dog, hump it you little bitch. That's it, you greedy little cock sucking whore.

Pulling my stiff prick out of your mouth, and poking on your face. Spit on my prick, get on my lap, shove my prick up shity ass hole, you silly bitch. Standing over you face, I massage my cock, watching you stare up at its heavy knob, your tongue parts your lips, patiently waiting for its creamy ooze. There you go, bitch. The tick droplet ooze from the tiny slit, my semen spatters down slapping over your nose and lips as you lick, tilting your head back, capturing the droplets onto your tongue.

Stand here, let me see your little twat. With the cunning stealth of a feline stalking her prey you pounce . . . in one graceful bound each foot is delicately balanced on the arms of my chair . . . the short crop of hair brushes against my face like a kittens whiskers, the soft curls of hair around your moist cunt lips part as your gap straddles my mouth. Biting into your fleshy vagina, the rumble of my growl vibrates through your cunt as I pull your pubic lips and nip your clitoris between my teeth, then suck until the rush of blood swrils swelling inside your clitoris making it feel as if its going to pop, spattering your orgasm into my mouth.

Ouch, oh, oh, oh.

Bitch. Get that nasty twat off my nose, trying to cum on my face. I will beat your crazy little ass. What are you smiling about, you want me to beat your behind.

Aw. Stepping back onto the floor. Standing in front of me, without a word you take my hand, and place my fingers onto your tummy. Then pulling my hand down between your legs, you squirm holding onto my thick wrist as you hump riding my fingers up your warm greasy twat. Then you guide hands up to your cock sucking face and poke my wet fingers to your mouth.

Reaching between your thighs with my other hand I massage into your perineum, dipping one finger in your vagina and poking the other up your anal orifice. A bristling currents of electricity tingles from the top of your head, down along your spine and ribs, and into your quivering swollen nipples. And like a little cock sucker milking gushes of sperm into your mouth, your head pumps on my fingers, and as I push a finger up inside your rectum, you stir yourself into aching convulsions as your cunt cums on the palm of my hand.

Tenderly kissing my face . . . I stare at your incredibly sexy mouth . . . lips weren't made to do what I want to do to them. Looking into my eyes as I stare fixated on your delicious mouth, you know exactly what I want you to do. Obediently you go down on your knees, as you do your hands play with the hardened ripples of my abs . . . then wrestling with the fabric of the silk spun robe, stripping it open . . . revealing the full dimensions of a thick hardened sculptured body, the garment is tossed to the floor.

You stare at the huge sperm sack dangling between my thighs . . . watching as it churns, and smell taking in its pungent aroma smells like the flowering dog wood trees, from the pool of sperm that's locked away in my huge warm squishy balls, my balls move like a soft leather bag that's got a hamster trapped inside.

Grinning at my swollen penis, you take the saucer from the table beside me and lay it on the floor between my legs. The curves of your delicate well sculptured body look's as if you'd be no match for the kind of torture I could unleash upon you with this heavy button, it's thick diameter is as big around as your wrist.

As I grab a fist full of your hair in my hand, your lips part and I rub your nose on the in my lap, smell it bitch. Your grasp gently squeezing my squishy balls as you inhale and savour the pungent sweet semen, tears fall from your eyes while you lick the sack of sperm over your tongue. Guiding your face over my dick by the reigns of your hair, pressing my dick head into your nose, causing semen to ooze from the tiny slit of my penis, you inhale the thick clouds of semen up into sinus. Put your mouth on daddy's dick. Your mouth opens to greet my dick . . . and as its cock head pushes pas your lips, you pump up and down its thick meaty length.

And with both hands hands holding your head, I abruptly and violently plunge my cock inside your mouth, its thick head pushing over your sinuses as I ram inside your head, humping in long strokes, deep inside your throat. And as you struggle to gulp down my bulging cock. I watch a teary eyed little bitch, holding back her convulsions of vomit and piss that's trying to erupting from her stomach, while you tongue fuck the massive piece of meat buried deep inside your neck.

The slow push of my pelvis, grinds down your throat until your lips are kissing the curly dark hair around my dick. But still you haven't completely swallowed my gigantic baton. So with a torrent of thrusts unleash onto your mouth you try to push me away . . . lick it you cock sucking bitch.

Barely able to breath you try to rest and catch your breath, your throat blocked full of thick penis that's about to burst from its load of cum. There you go. Licky, licky. Cock sucker.

What are you doing? Did I tell you, you could quit sucking my dick, I beat your ass, bitch.

Barely able to breath and unable to comply with my demand you whimper and cry, on as I ram deep inside your throat.

Choking, gasping on my prick, you feel lightheaded and about to faint from asphyxiation. Humming in whimpered moans you beg my big fat drooling dick not to kill you, as you try to breath.

Then I pull the gooey slab of meat from your throat, frustrated at your lack of commitment.

Apologetically holding the saucer between my thighs, you stare at the fleshy knob of my thick drooling dick as I rub it against your face . . . watching in delirium as its load ejaculates in your tiny nose. The droplets of semen oozing over your lips and tongue, dripping down your chin, its goo nearly filling the little plate.

Setting the saucer down between my legs you lick the drool from the tip of my prick. As you pull back to look at my dick, I watch my sperm dangle in spindles of cum that ooze form your sinus like snot dripping onto lips and tongue.

Then with a slap that echoes like a cracking whip . . . my prick bangs, smacking your face. Don't ignore me bitch. Did I tell you, you could cum?

Somewhat dazed, lifting your hands to your face . . . you are halted, as you stare into my cold dark piercing eyes. A trickle of blood from your lips is a reminder of the abuse that I am capable of inflicting upon you with this stiff piece of flesh.

I'm sorry, please. I'm sorry daddy. Ooo, I love you so much Charlie. Oh God I love you so much.

Cock sucking little bitch, are you still cumming on yourself?

Uh huh.

Bowing your face down into the saucer, you eagerly you slurp, gobbling up my sperm, like a little kitten lapping a bowl of milk, you lap up my semen licking the saucer clean.

Is my dog dick licking little whore happy?

Yes.

You silly sperm eating bitch, you know what I want to hear you say, say it.

I'm your cunt licking little bitch and I don't belong to anybody else but you.

And if any man wants you to give him my twat, you know what I want you to do. I want you to betray him. That goes for you and your cunt licking wife, do you understand me, both you little bitches belong to me.

Get up baby . . . kissing the mound of your tummy and inhaling the scent of your twat . . . I can't stop thinking about how beautiful you will look with our baby growing inside you. Grasping your hips, pulling you close until I have you positioned above my cock. Then biting into your cunt, causing you whimper as gently rip its flesh between my teeth as I gnarl on your cunt like a dog whose teeth are wrestling with a dead bone as if trying to bring it to life. I look into your eyes and watch as the loving look you gave just a second ago is turned into the look of self indulgent lust as you straddle your legs over my lap, taking the thick long shaft of my cock, massaging its penis head against your swollen pussy lips, you pump your hot little twat . . . poking me in and out of your pussy . . . your eyes watching as your vagina gobbles up my cock. The sudden sting of my hand slaps across your face, and you smile. Quit playing you silly little bitch.

Laughing like the crazy little bitch . . . you arch your hips and hump back and forth gliding hesitantly up and down . . . inch by inch, up and down . . . stirring, watching as your cunt oozes its warm butter down the length of my cock. Cunt licking little bitch, do you like that gooey dog dick. Like a fanatical artist gone mad you work your little behind like a little bitch in heat trying to answer my question in the murmuring's of passion. Bitch what are you doing, get all that cock up inside there.

Your breasts gently bounce brushing against stubble of beard on my face, teasing me, and in revenge my fingers pull and pinch your nipples until you ache in pain as your nipples blossom into an erection to the rhythm of our erotic lap dance. Then suckling upon your swollen aching nipples, they burst squirting into my mouth, your legs tremble as you sink down onto my lap, trying not to unleash my toothy grip from your tits as you resting, hugging me around my neck while I ferociously chew into your nipples.

Scooting back and forth on my lap, your narrow behind has captured my scrotum, squishing it between the crevice of your ass. Reaching under youself form behind, your hands gently take a handful of my huge warm squishy scrotum full of sperm and you fuck em into your tiny anus lips. Do you like that daddy?

Buried deep inside your twat the length of my cock rubs against your stomach. O Daddy your cock is hurting my tummy.

Silly bitch.

The delirium of humping my cock so deep inside you, makes your tummy feel like you've got a baby inside your womb, oh yes, that's it Charlie. Your fingers still wet, caress upon my face as pull my mouth from your aching titties, your licks in kisses over my lips, as you gulp swallowing my saliva. Teary eyed, you laugh, licking the residue of your nasty little vagina from my face. Then rubbing my prickly face between your breasts its barbed hairs lodge into your skin like splinters . . . ouch.

Ouch what, you silly girl? Your knees curl up like a kitten as you nestle against my chest. as once again I bite and pull at your nipples between my teeth, my lips sucking on your aching tits.

Oh I love you, I love you, I love you.

Bitch. Hold your cheeks apart.

Are you going to fuck me up inside my anal orifice?

What did I tell you to do.

Oh God, I'm so embarrassed. I cumming Charlie.

Humping on my lap scooting back and forth, your twat pulls milking up and down the length of my cock. You feel my bulbous dick head expand to spit out its billow of sperm in your cunt . . . fuck me, fuck me daddy. Are you cumming Daddy? I want to eat your sperm from my cunt. Ooo, I wish I could rub my nose in my cunt.

Wait you silly bitch. Did I tell you to open your little shit hole.

Oh God, I can't. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm cumming. Do you want to pinch my nipples, oh yes pinch my nipples ouch, oh that feels so good. Charlie, Charlie stop, oh God it hurts, its to big, its to big. I can't. I can't believe how mean you are to me? Your mind wonders the memories of trying desperately not to wake your mother, while I lay on your back and push my fat cock up your tiny butt hole. You bite on your lower lip sucking the drool before it spills form your mouth. Whispering, Mommy, oh mommy, please don't oh God, oh God fuck me Charlie, oh bitch, oh mommy I'm sorry. O God I'm cumming, oh God please, oh God, oh God Charlie please fuck me. O God yes, oh God yes, that feels so good I love you Charlie, I love you so much.

You crazy little bitch, helpless beneath your churning hips, straining to hold back a rush of sperm as it burst through my aching prick. You reach under you form behind your hands gently squeeze on my huge squishy scrotum full of sperm and sopping wet balls against your anus lips as you nestle against my chest. Daddy, I love to eat my pussy, are you going to make me eat my pussy gooey for you.

No. I'm going rub your nose in little girlfriend's cunts and make you eat their nasty twats while they watch me poke my finger up your tiny shit hole.

The rush of your climax has become tiny trickling's in pulses that quiver on my cock, cuddled here in you arms, your wet cunt locked around my cock. We begin drift off to sleep, as an indescribable glow of warmth reaches from deep within your chest touching me in my heart, causing waves warmth to rush through my stomach in butterflies that dive and tumble flutter down into penis causing it to throb inside your womb. Like a child in play curiosity sparkles in your eyes as you lean forward, brushing your sensitive nipples over my chest, pretending to wash me in tiny droplets of milk. Then reaching over your hips my finger tips play along the crevice of your behind until they have found the entrance of butt hole, pushing my finger in your anus you squirm riding my up your rectum . . . you whimpers, purring on my ear . . . the sound of your voice plays in murmurs upon my ear as if you are reading a page from Harry Potter while I continue to poke my finger in your intestines . . . pushing forward arching back . . . brings me close to a heart attack. Daddy, can I suck your dick, I want to suck on your dog dick and make it urinate in my mouth.

In your dreams I am standing in the doorrway of your bedroom, Gail is laid stretched across your bed in her green baby doll dress, the soft garment has ridden up over her thighs, it's lush green fabric parts like and flower in bloom, exposing the mounds her buttocks and the thick naked lips of her vagina from behind. Watching the dunes of her breasts wiggle like jello to the rhythm of her breathing as she lays there, her erect nipples are revealed by the green cloth that has been torn away, stripped it off her chest. And as if launching an attack upon a succulent pear, Ororo and Sue assault you, one from the front and the others from the behind, growling as they go down on you, eating you alive. Sue and Ororo kiss upon your lips, face, and neck in gentle taunts and whispers. Standing here I watch the brown flesh of Sue's skin and the milk white cream oozing from her parted vaginal lips while she eats your flesh. As her teeth tear into you it makes me want to put my prick up your narrow behind and make your nasty little twat pop like I were popping a little zit, uuumm your hot smelly cunt scum oozing over my fat cock head and down the thick length of my prick as I pump in and out of her vagina. Standing here thinking about what I'd like to do to your succulent little twats, I want to bite into your ass, you delicious little nasty cunt eating whores.

I watch Sue taunt Ororo with a piece of flesh that she's ripped between her teeth from your sensitive breasts, as they pinch and pull, biting on your nipples until you mummer, hurting from the pain as they force the droplets of milk to squirt into their mouths. Eat that silly little bitch up, eat her like you're eating a flat chested little Asian bitch.

Then pushing her finger up your sopping wet cunt . . . ouch ow that hurts. Ow. Don't stop. Sue stills a glob of ovum from Ororo's sopping wet twat, smearing the cream onto Gail's fleshy breast and stomach like barbecue sauce, as they lick. Their teeth ferociously bite at Gail, her body jerks helplessly to defend herself from each piercing wound they make, laughing and giggle as they lick her tender flesh into their mouths.

You moan wirthe as they lay eating ripping into your flesh, crying and humping your cunt in the air, twisting your hips trying to climb up their hands, as they move messaging down between your thighs.

Undaunted by your frantic whimpers, they bite, their teeth pull, as they snarl. Sue's oozing twat rides back and forth on your vagina smearing cum over your writhing body, they nibble and kiss their way over your stomach and hips again, and again, not leaving behind one morsel of her flesh.

Their grasping hands clawing, milking, and poking deep inside your sopping wet cunt. Like a pack of hungry wolves, who have moved in for their final kill, Ororo's mouth bites and rip upon your aching vaginal flesh, taking turns their tongues lick and poke at your anus, as you haunch melting into their mouths. Are you watching me, ow my vagina is cumming Charlie, ouch Charlie, Charlie, Charlie. I love you so much, are you watching it cum Charlie. O Charlie, Charlie, Charlie I'm cumming, ow, ow, ouch I love you so much eat me baby, that's it Sue. O Charlie I love you, I love you, I love, ow yes that's it, suck it, lick my ass yes, yes, ouch fuck me yes. O Charlie are you looking at Sue's vagina. O God look at me, I'm so wet, is your sperm dripping from her nasty cunt, fuck, fuck me. I love you being your whore, oh God I am crying, I love you so much.

Looking down onto Gail's face, Sue rides scooting her drooling twat back and forth on Gail's stomach and breasts, trying to capture her nipples inside between her vaginal lips. Bitch. Sis ah, sis I'm, going to piss on you.

I love you ow, oh I cannot help it. I love you so much, suck it, suck my vagina bitch. I am sorry, oh, ow yes, I am sorry. Please yes, that feels so good. Ou yes eat it up, yes that's it, lick my ass, yes right there, right there, ha, ha. Ororo I love you so much. Ororo God yes eat my shitty ass. I love Charlie, I love you so much. Do you like watching me, I love it when you watch me. Tell me you love me. I love you so much. O fuck me yes.

From deep within your sleep your hips begin to stir, your well manicured vagina spilling the sperm its captured onto my lap. Wake up baby.

How long did we sleep, maybe a couple of hours, did I have a nice nap . . . I you did, look at how wet you got me, you nasty little cum sucking bitch. Smirking at my remark you nestling back onto my chest. And I whisper in your ear how I am gonna to feed you my drooling dick, and watch you tongue fuck the knob of my cock until your jaws ache from sucking on my cock.

Get up Halle. Let's fuck. I'm gonna fuck that nasty little mouth of yours like I fuck you in your cunt.

Hesitant to leave my lap, you are not ready to stop milking my limp prick in your nasty twat.

Nasty little whore. what id I tell you, get up and suck my dick.

Your thighs tremble as you watch yourself slowly lift up off my lap uncorking the length of limp prick from your cunt . . . moaning as you feel my sperm flush out of your twat, and see the streams of semen pour from your vagina dripping its nasty cunt scum onto lap. Then cupping your finger's to your cunt, you look deep into my eyes, and watch me as stare into your mouth, while you wipe the nasty thick gooey globs of sperm onto your lips and tongue.

Disgusting little whore . . . you can't help yourself, can you? Your nasty lips glistening in a cum stained smile. Then you kneel down between my thighs, bowing over my wet cock you you take a handful of my sperm sack and rub your face into my cum drenched cock as you lick at my soft gooey balls. Sniffing the cum drenched organ wile I stroke your hair, and subtlety push your nose deep into my balls. You tongue dabs like a humming bird collect nectar, you gulp on the sticky thick snot like goo and bob back and forth sucking on my huge dangling soft balls, slurping my limp prick into your mouth as if it were a bowl of Chinese noodles.

As if in a trance, you hum on my dick singing to yourself in whispers on my cock sniff at your spit on my big soft bag of sperm. My balls dangling off the edge of the chair, my sperm sack sways back and forth while you gently push the warm squishy bag of sperm with your nose.

Then as if waking from a dream you stare into my eyes, and open your mouth to show me that you've swallowed my sperm.

Are you going to piss in my mouth daddy?

Putting my limp penis in your mouth without a word. You suck, and pump your head up and down slobbering on my cock, as it swells inside your drooling mouth.

Here comes the piss, tilt your head back, cock sucker, that's it.

My dick spasms as it pisses its stream of penis juice, over your face and nose, and into your gaping mouth. Taking my cock in your mouth, you hum and suck while I push my urinating cock down your throat, suck it whore.

I watch you gulping on the stiff bar of cock, poking and pissing its way down your throat while tears flow from your eyes. Nasty little whore, do you like that? Then grabbing you by your head your jaws ache as I lunge forward shoving my swollen cock down your throat, making you choke on my prick in your throat, keep it there, or I will beat your silly ass, suck my dick bitch. Yes. Suck it.

Uuum, that was good daddy.

Piss licker. Didn't I tell you I was going to beat your ass?

But I didn't do anything? Why are you so mean to me, oh God you're making me cum on myself.

Come on baby, its time to take our bath.

I want to lick your butt hole daddy. Please. I'm begging you.

I'm gonna stick my drooling dog dick up your tiny shit hole if you don't quit. Do you want me to give you a mouthful of shity dog dick, get up. You silly whore.

Looking at the bath water flow from the spigot, I laugh thinking you gulping and choking on my piss.

Dog dick licking little bitch I am gonna beat your narrow behind.

You've got a this thick blanket of foam floating on the water like a gigantic iceberg.

Get out the mirror, silly cock sucking whore, quit playing with that sperm on your face.

Get over here. What did I tell you?

Bend over and put them bubbles on your little shit hole. I'm about to anal fuck your dumbass senseless.

Daddy don't hurt me, please, I'll be good.

What did I tell you? Ok, don't put them bubbles on. I'll give you an ass ached that'll make you wish to hell that you listened to what I said.

Spread your ass. Rubbing my cock along the crevice of your behind teasing you as I poke its head in your butt mouth and watch as its opens and closes trying to capture my fat dick head inside. Then grabbing you by your waist, my thick prick head prods pokes at your butt mouth. And with vicious thrust, my prick shoots up rectum, and my thighs slap smacking against your buttocks, as you claw at your butt cheeks trying to hold them apart while my thighs spank stinging you on the backs of your hands.

Staring at your reflection in the full length bathroom mirror, you look so helpless bent over as I spank your behind and rip my cock up your into intestines. Watching yourself cry as I pump your shit hole you wiggling and hump your behind, while shit oozes over my prick. O, oh, oh, O Daddy please. I'm cumming daddy, daddy can I cum. please oh daddy, daddy, daddy. O god I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry. Please daddy I'm cumming, daddy let me cum.

What's wrong, you got to go poo poo?

You take a hand full of my fat cock, getting your hands shity as you try to help me push my bugger up your anus. And as you dangle from my pecker, you push against me sinking nervously down on my prick, taking in breaths of air, your butt hole swallows up my prick until your pussy lips kiss and spill its cunt scum on my nuts. Silly whore, did you cum?

No. Daddy please, I love you. Are you going to beat my ass.

What did I tell you Halle. Uncorking my shity prick from your hole, I watch your butt hole shut as it kisses releasing my prick from its grasp. You turn around and bow down to study my drooling shity dick.

Lick my dick, baby. Obediently you slavishly lick on my at shity cock head. Grabbing you by the your head I push my smelly cock over your lips and rub, smearing your shit own on your face. Licking at my shity dick, your hips slink beneath the suds to cool your soar aching shit hole. Uuumm, daddy I love your squishy doo doo balls.

The wake from the bath water splashes causes your little yellow duck in the tub to nod in agreement from while you suck bobbing your head up and down on my cock. And I can barely piss a dribble of urine in your cock sucking mouth before you've gulped it down. Turn around bitch.

Bracing yourself, you lift yourself up with the handrail as you climb the tile wall, tooting your glistening behind out at me. Your thick cunt looks as though it is adorned in jewels and your tiny butt hole looks like a virgin whose never been fucked before. You disgusting little whore, I'm gonna beat your narrow behind until you beg me to let fuck yourself on my cock.

Standing behind you, squeezing your nipples until they feel as if they're about to burst squirting out a load of milk, my rigid cock pushing between your thighs. You lean back against my chest, and I squeeze your breasts in the palms of my hands, plucking at your nipples as they slip between my fingers until you are panting against my ear. My tongue licks and I vengefully bite your sensitive ears, growling over your throat, watching you squirm in humiliation to the tormenting kiss that send a rush to the top of your head. And as you whisper I can barely understand a word you speak into my ear, but the sound of your voice fills up all my senses and as my finger probes up your butt hole, damn, you annoy me. And the more we fuck, the angrier I get, but I just can't get enough of fucking you. Feeling up and down your legs and thighs, my fingers squeeze, masturbating deep into your flesh as if you're some tramp I've discovered wondering the ghetto streets and dragged into alley. Your hands tenderly pulling my fingers to your soar butt hole, as I shove poking around in your anal orifice. Then taking my finger out your shity rectum I grab your head turning you around pulling your face down to make you suck my dick again. You take a handful of my fleshy warm scrotum and lather washing my angry penis over your face, rubbing my penis into your nose, and over your mouth and ears. Then taking your head in my hands again, shoving my stiff prick down your throat. I watch you gasp and choke, cumming on my prick one final time, before we get out of his tub.

Nasty little whore, stand up and give me a kiss.

Bitch, you can do better than that. I'm gonna beat your ass.

Watching me as I watch you take the towel from its brass shelf to dry yourself off, you play with tits causing your nipples to get hard. Then bending over to towel off your feet, you watch as I angrily stare fixated upon the crevice of you buttocks, cunt and thighs. Then getting up, you take hold of my hand and looking down at my limp penis you lead me into your bedroom, looking worried, you nervously sigh because of what I'm about to do to you, and tremble at the thought of me mercilessly slapping your around and savagely beating your ass like you were a little rag doll, making a fool of you until you are crying and begging me to please fuck you, and make you suck your own shit off my dick and make you lick my big soft shity balls.

Stepping into the bedroom we are aesthetically transported to the erotic beauty of Africa in an artwork of spotted plants and sculpture that play with our imagination, paying careful attention to every detail even the bed posts are made of bamboo. You've created a cozy little nest for us in the green jungle . . . you could have become an interior decorator if you wanted too, your art has a special meaning to me cause you know how much I enjoy growing fruit trees and that green has always been my favorite color.

Grabbing you by your long hair you are halted nearly falling to floor, as I drag you back to me, slapping your face, the rape is about to begin. Pinching your nipples, you whimper as I bite your ear then drag your head down to my pecker and smear it in your face. Oh God, Oh God Charlie, please don't. you already know that it doesn't matter how much you plead, I'm not going to stop until I'm done beating your ass.

Then pushing you down onto the mattress with a handful of your hair, letting lose, grabbing your legs and with a sudden pull your breast burn from the friction of me dragging you on the bed, and your buttocks hang dangling over the edge of the bed, as my finger is thrust up inside your cunt as you cry. Ripping your butt cheeks apart I spit on your ass hole, then the violently slapping your butt cheeks the stinging heat sears into your flesh as I watch your butt cheeks bounce and applaud like noise of an adoring audience. Taking the leather belt off the night stand, your ass whipping has become more painfully vicious as the belt tears into your flesh, and my focus is redirected to beating your thighs and legs as I hold you by your hair and you try to soot away. Oh god, oh God daddy please. Please don't. Don't you love me daddy oh daddy please. Oh God daddy I love you so much. I love you oh god I love you so much. Your buttocks reddened in patches of blister welts that sting as I kneed your tender soar behind like it were dough, while you lay there whimpering and cumming on yourself like a broken spigot.

Put you dress on Halle, you know what I want.

I can't daddy. I'm afraid. I can't.

You know better than that.

But I can't. Please I'm begging you, please.

Taking the long black neck tie off the night stand and wrapping it around her throat like the coils of snake, come on bitch. I'm taking your shity ass outside for a walk. You begin to cry as you think about my bone hard big dog dick humping your sphinter lips, and ramming up your intestines, in public.

Please. Oh God.

The tie clasps tightly around your throat as I pull you down the hallway, and we've barely made it out the door to the end of the sidewalk in front of our home . . . over there by the trees . . . Cock sucker, get on your knees.

But the neighbors . . . What. What did I tell you about talking to me like that . . . I'm sorry daddy.

Grabbing the tie I pull your hips back to against my thighs and reach around your waist and press my fingers through the fabric of your dress cupping my fingers into your cunt, pushing my garment covered thumb between your pubic lips. Bend over.

In wet kisses I bite upon your throat and I release the low familiar growl from my throat, the rumbling vibrates through to the back of your neck. Hike up your dress bitch, there you go. The the green garment is hiked up above your waist and I watch your buttocks tremble as you toot your tiny sphincter hole up at me, your twat swollen and oozing with cream. You little bitch.

Charlie, oh God the neighbors are going to see us. Startled by the sound of footsteps passing by you become silent, as you push your buttocks back and they spread over my throbbing prick. Someone is walking their dog past our house, and then sound of a passing car whispers by as it travels down the street. Ou I want to fuck. Oh Charlie fuck me, fuck me in my ass hole. Oh God what was that Charlie, oh Charlie I'm so nervous. I can't believe you are doing this to me.

Bitch . . . what are you doing. I'm sorry Charlie, I'm sorry.

Silly little whore, are you cumming on yourself?

I love you so much, please don't be angry daddy. Oh God it feels so nice. Are you going to make me drink your urine, urinate in my mouth daddy, I'm begging you please. I love you so much. Piss, piss, piss, piss. Piss in my mouth, uuumm your urine tastes just like sperm. Charlie you taste so delicious. Ooo your fat doggy dick feels so good in my mouth, fuck me daddy. Fuck me. Charlie promise me that you'll never leave me. No one will ever love you like I do. Please tell me, you love me Charlie. I am sorry. Oh Charlie I love you so much.

The coils of the tie tighten holding your hips to me, and I look down at the crevice of your ass, and poke the knob of my penis at the entrance of your rectum. Then holding your tummy with one hand I tilt you forward until the head of my prick is comfortably resting on the lips of your anus, and then push. Oh Charlie. Oh Charlie please, oh God. It's so good. Pressing my hand down along your tummy to you twat I cusp it, and pulling you back I finger the hairs and pubic lips pushing my cock up your ass until it is buried deep between your trembling cheeks. Your arms stretch back and wrap clasped around the back of my neck, and I bite over neck, licking and pinching your ears with my teeth, while murmur bouncing you butt on my stiff muscular thighs. Then the sound of your murmurs are interrupted by silenced once again as a car whimpers and groans its way down the street. Its passing headlights reveal the shadow two silhouettes entangled in the dark. Unable to hold on any longer you release grasp from around my neck, you fall forward dangling from my thick penis like a little monkey boy swinging on a tree branch with it's butt, and I begin to viciously ram hammering my cock up inside your intestines like you're a little rag doll, as my cock oozes its huge clouds of sperm up in your behind.

Don't move. The hose of my penis lodged up your rectum begins to pump its urine in you, and as the billows of piss fill your intestines you squeeze your cunt lips on my fingers while you cum on my hand. Oh Charlie. Uuumm that feels so good.

Suck my dick whore. Uncorking my prick form your shit hole, the warm piss streams down your thighs and legs into the grass.

Kneeling bowing down you hold onto my thighs, opening your mouth you lick as I push my shity prick into your slurping mouth, dick licker suck my cock.

Dick licking little bitch. Let's go back in the house.

Upon entering the house you light a candle, the dim glitter of a candles flickering halo casts shadows upon the walls, and the silhouettes distinguishable from the furniture in the room.

Quietly laughing to yourself as you lay across the bed watching the light dance upon the ceiling you reminisce about the fucking you just got. Staring at your cunt you squeeze your thighs together pressing your cunt lips taking in the warm gooey feel of our after fuck. Parting your legs, you watch the ooz of cum drool form your twat, it looks like you're pissing on yourself. Then turning your back to the mirror you study the sculpt of your buttocks and watch as your hand spreads apart your buttocks, startled by the gush of urine pouring a stream of urine from your butt hole, you watch as it seeps down over your pear shaped ass the fluid gathering into a nasty dark puddle of piss on the bed. Then as if in peculiar dream that you've had many times before, a genteel bounce has enterruptured your sleep, as you wake to see Sue slink into bed, pinning your arms down to the mattress . . . sniffing at your mouth. The pungent aroma of your breath smells like the dog wood trees in the spring time . . . you cock sucking whore . . . you've been licking my man's dick, haven't you, you dick licker. Tell me bitch, did him put Charlie's penis in your mouth? Did you swallow his piss . . . don't lie, you disgusting ass eating little bitch.

Look at you laying there pissing on yourself. I'm surprised you don't have a turd hanging on your nose.

Without a word, almost apologetically, you tilt your head upward and your lips tenderly suck the bridge of her nose . . . her fingers stretch tense her delicate arms push, but she's going nowhere, she's frozen motionless gasping, gulping on her breath as the heat from your breath travels through her head tingling at the back of her skull. I eeeeeee . . . you dog dick breath little bitch. Stop it.

If daddy weren't here I'd make you get on your knees and lick my piss out of the toilette bowl, and them I'd make you watch me take a shit. And after I'm done, I'd use your lips for a piece of toilette paper to wipe my smelly nasty ass. Uh. How could you do this to me, bitch? I told you I wanna fuck daddy today. You dog dick licking whore. If you were so horny bitch, you've got a dog, why couldn't let him poke his little dog penis up your ass? I should make you suck your dog's dick, you nasty, disgusting whore.

Like a serpent she moves across your body, Sue gently lifts your arm in sync with her own to one corner at the end of the bed and fastens the cuff snuggly around your wrist . . . kissing then angrily biting the fastened arm . . . ouch.

Shush, daddy'll hear you.

Then kissing your mouth again, she pumps swirls her tongue between your lips, tongue fucking you in the mouth. Her kiss becomes a drunken passion bobbing her head back and forth as sucks the dried semen from your mouth.

Grabbing your other arm she guides it up locking your wrist in the second cuff, then biting along your arm again, this time pulling your breasts, pinching your nipple between her fingers until they hurt, she sits up reveling in her accomplishment.

Clamoring to the bottom of the bed like a child filled with glee . . . she pauses staring at the flakes of sperm dried and glistening on your cunt, and grabbing both your ankles in a firm grip she yanks, watches the sperm seep form your gaping cunt, as your thighs are open apart.

Studiously fastening your ankles in the last two cuffs, she stares at the moist goo on your vagina. I should go get the neighbor's Germanshepards and make one fuck you in you mouth and let the other one anal fuck you up your nasty ass, you bitch.

Vulnerable to her every desire, you begin to whimper and cry at the thought of the neighbor's huge vicious dog humping on your anal mouth, its big dog penis squirts from its sheath and tears its way up into your intestines, its teeth snarling over your face, as his dog dick pumps its sperm up your anal orifice. While the other dog humps your face, its penis shoots from its sheath into your drooling mouth, gushing its semen over your tongue, as the dog sperm trickles its way down your throat. And after its done with a fuck in your mouth its hard penis rubs over your face, and droplets of its sperm drips down into your ear. Oh God I'm sorry. Oh God, I promise I'll be good. Oh God no, don't do this to me, please. Please don't.

Bitch. Are you cumming on yourself? You nasty dog dick lick whore.

Bowing down, sniffing at your cunt, she rams her finger up inside you, punching your cunt lips on her knuckles, as she pumps and churning her fingers between your thighs. Then take her wet finger from your cunt she presses deep into your perineum until she's made your thighs tremble, then she rams her finger up ass.

Do you like that you dog dick eating bitch? Yes. I like it too. Tell me you like doggy dick.

Say. I wanna suck a dog penis, and lick some hairy dog balls until I his dog dick cum on my face. Say it bitch.

Please don't make me. I'm afraid. Don't make me suck a dick, oh God, I'm afraid of those big dogs.

Aw. You want some doggy dick, Ok. I'll be right back, and when I get back I'll let you lick some hairy dog balls, and make em take turns humping their dicks in your mouth.

Lick my shity finger bitch. Yes. Suck you horny bitch.

Obediently you suck, whimpering and murmuring, as you bob your head up and down, lick the residue of sperm off her knuckles.

Yes. suck it, you fucking bitch. Look at your nasty ass, cumming on yourself.

Guess what?

Rambling through Halle's toy box Sue pulls out a fly swatter.

You know what boohoo, I think I see a fly and it landed on your smelly twat.

No, no don't please.

What's wrong baby, is daddy's little cock sucker is crying cause I'm gonna beat your ass?

Don't worry. I was just kidding. I'm not going to be your cunt with a fly swatter. I'm going to beat you nasty twat with a ridding crop.

O God no, please don't. Sue. Sue, don't.

Aw, poor boohoo, boo, hoo hoo, hoo, hoo.I hope daddy fucked you silly, cause I'm about to fuck you up.

I'll be good Sue. I know you will, you piss drinking whore. And you're going to need a kotex too, when I'm done beating you little ass.

In a stare that looks disoriented by a sense of pleasure from cunt throbbing and the confusion mind numbing pain, you watch as she draws back the riding crop. And with premature wincing, the sudden shock wrenches though your vagina and over your thighs. The whirling sound of the riding crop whistles as it whips repeatedly releasing itself to crash downward, searing into your thighs.

Ouch, ouch, ouch, O God please. Please, please, please. Oh God, why are you treating me like this? Oh God.

What's wrong boohoo, are you cumming on yourself?

Letting your cunt smolder in pain, Sue watches as the whelps appear push themselves' up on your thigh, as she massages your reddened and tender soar vaginal lips.

Then poking her fingers up inside your quivering soar vagina she pumps while your hips writhe accommodating her probe, making her ram finger deeper into your cunt, until her knuckles are completely drenched.

Do you like that bitch? Here's some sperm for you, you dog dick licker. Eat it.

Your head bob's back and forth slurping like a cock sucking machine, sending volcanic trimmers through fingers, that penetrate deep into her melting twat, as your mouth pumps humping on her fingers.

Ou my pussy, it stings, please Sue, please. Please, I won't do it any more.

Do what? Do what bitch? What did you do?

I don't know. We was just playing.

Startled by how closeness of my voice, Sue and booboo turn their heads and gawk in the direction where they see the thick figure blocking the doorway. And they stare down to my groin studying the protrusion of my heavy cock piercing through my trousers. And before booty boo can speak, Sue bends over, whispering her threat in booboo's ear . . . I hope you like sea food, you lying bitch.

You don't know?

Placing one foot on the mattress she straddles her gaping wet cunt above Halle's face. Smell my cunt bitch, smell it.

What the fuck are you two cock suckers doing?

I was spanking booty boo's nasty twat, cause a fly was trying to eat up your sperm.

Ok. Now, what the fuck were you talking about getting the neighbor's dogs to do?

Oh daddy.

Daddy what? What did I tell you about talking to me in that tone of voice. Keep your crazy little ass right there. Pulling my trousers open and letting em fall dwon around my ankles. You want to play dog dick. I'm gonna fuck you like a little bitch. Bitch. Pressed leaning aganist her buttocks my breath rumbles into her back, as my penis slips into the crevice of her hot butt.

Biting along the sides of her back, my teeth nip into her flesh as I release the rumbling that pierces deep into her bladder, shuddering down into her stomach. Oh daddy, I love you so much daddy. Uuumm, can I lick your butt hole when you're done?

Watching in the mirror. Looking up at the huge erection probing along the crevice of her buttocks, pointed at the mouth of her rectum, a moan escapes Sue's lips as she feels the huge cock head pushing between sphincter lips.

Bracing herself above Halle's face, she starts to murmur, watching my penis push its way up her intestines, and feeling her gut ripple as the huge prick is pushed up her ass. Daddy, oh baby, are you going to make boohoo lick your shity dick? Oh God daddy. Oh God. I can't believe you're doing this to me. Oh God its so good. Bitch. You want some doggy dick, you little bitch. Oh god daddy your dick is as big as my wrist, please don't do this to me. Oh God.

Studying the feminine feline curves of her hips and buttock, I rub pushing my bulbous cock head along the crevice of her buttocks when it slips off her butt, and the heavy lump of flesh falls smacking boohoo on her forehead.

Halle's breath, hot, breathing up on Sue's drooling cunt. Suck it bitch.

Sinking down, Sue, tries not to reveal that she's cumming already, as her swollen vagina parts and licks smearing her cunt cream on Halle's nose.

And as she churns her behind on my penis, the tingle of her clitoris causes Sue to spill her nervous orgasm on Halle's face, her cunt writhes washing Halle's face like a soapy rag lathered with pulses of her cum.

Are you bitches cumming already? I will beat your narrow ass.

Oh daddy, daddy, daddy. Fuck me. Oh God, Halle. Halle oh God, you cum eating whore.

That's it yes, sniff my cunt whore. Oh yes bitch, smell it. Oh God smell it bitch, sis ah. Oh Daddy, daddy, daddy. It feels so good. Oh yes that's it you nasty bitch, sis ah.

Then pulling my prick out of her ass. Sue stares in the mirror watching my huge balls over Halle's and drape over eyes, as I press my finger on her anal lips and watch her anus suck. And murmurs at the sight of my huge thick rod aimed between the crevice of her buttocks, as it rubs squishing in her vaginal cream and it oozes out as her vagina opens and gulps sucking on my prick.

Arching your back, you stir your hips and reaching between your thighs you push my balls and Halle's eyes are unmasked to see you work your cunt lips on my gooey shity prick above her face. Then its head plops out, slapping spattering's of vaginal cream and shit on Halle's forehead. Oh daddy, I want to suck your dick, but the sound of her voice is muffled by Sue seating her drooling cunt over Halle's mouth. Ou suck it bitch.

Sniff my cunt whore, do you tastes daddy's dick in my pussy. Churning her hips beneath me, she watches herself ride her cunt on Halle's nose, while I finger fuck her in her ass. Tilting her head Sue looks down between her thighs and sees Halle barely able to catch her breath, the thick ovum filling nostrils, her nose whistles, and blows snot bubbles that pop like the bubbles in a glass of Champaign. Uh, you nasty whore. Oh God, you nasty bitch, sis ah, sis ah, ou daddy fuck me in my ass. Uuumm.

What are you doing. Bitch are you cumming. Bitch, I will beat your narrow ass.

O God I love you. Ou daddy please stop. Startled by the thick bulbous head of my cock pressing into your anal lips. Barely able to catch your breath, giggling as you try not to scream from your orgasm unleashing its in torrents liquid smearing on Halle's face as I press the head of my dick into your sphincter lips, then grab your hips and ferociously ram, pushing up inside her intestines. Sis ah, sis ah. Do you like that baby, oh God that's good. Fixated on the feel of my swelling cock rippling inside your intestines as I fuck you in your ass, holding your hips I pump and grind up inside you until you feel your head spinning as my huge dick pokes in your rectum it expands against the walls of your intestines its massive ejaculation throbbing in my cock. Ou daddy don't cum yet, cum in my cunt please. I want to make Halle eat your sperm from my pussy, ou its so nice. Oh daddy what are you doing? Oh God.

Pulling my cock out your ass, I ram it up your cunt. Ou daddy, daddy, yes, sis ah, fuck me. God its so huge. I love you so much.

You wiggle on my dick, quivering as you brace yourself pushing your pubic hair in Halle's mouth, while I squish my big soft balls on Halle's forehead and into your buttocks, shooting the huge wad of sperm up your cunt, pumping the semen out over my cock. The thought of me pulling my cock out and plunging up your butt to take a piss, causes you churn your hips, your small hands pull milking my scrotum until the huge warm fleshy sack hangs drained of its sperm. Ou I love you, please don't pull it out I want to see my pussy cum all over Halle's face. Let me fuck you a little more, sis ah, sis ah. Yes. Ou that's it. Do you like that baby?

Bowing your head down, looking between your thighs at Halle's face as she stares up into your vagina, you uncork yourself and the sperm pours splashing down on Halle's face like a glass full of piss, its goo gathering in puddles around her lips while Halle tries to catch the sperm in her gaping mouth. You nasty sperm drinking whore . . . taking her fingers, you navigates the globs semen into Halle's mouth.

I'm rather awkward and clumsy when I try talking about my self, I know a lot more about myself than most people could imagine, but don't like it. I was raised by the man who helped my mother to murder my father's girl friend and set the house on fire, he'd talk about it and he never once denied what he had done, but everyone else did. They'd plead with him not to talk like that and they'd ask him, "why are you trying to protect that boy?"

Where do I begin? No! How do I begin to couleur this portrait of controversy, which has become my life? It is as if to create a maquillage not of pastel nor euphonious, but textured by the tormenting of a soul whose pleadings are of innocence. Is this how my living is made complete?

I am boastfully accused of a crime that I never committed. Obsession, is to descend into madness, and madness the dregs of suicide wander my mind, as though to avail me from this anguish. So I stare in to its abyss, frightened by the dark of her confusion and the clamour of her accusers. I am spit upon. There, it happened again.

The carnival has come to town, and I am the attraction of their amusement. When the show is over, will the votaries cry with me to know what it is to be crushed and broken? Or will they turn and walk away, leaving the debris of their hatred at my feet?

I was born with a disease that is the exact opposite diabetes. The disease I have is a mutant gene that creates a protein related to Pyrin, the familial Mediterranean fever protein. And this protein is similar to the proteins in venom of the Gila monster, which is used in the treatment of diabetes. In some people that have this mutant gene, it causes fever just like the affects of venom of the Gila monster. The affect of the fever might also explain why I enjoy bathing in ice cold water. What this mutant gene does is produce the proteins that give me a high amount of hdl, which is a human hormone that attacks the foreign ldl cholesterol in the foods that I eat.

I never needed much attention, I enjoyed lazy days and a little peace of mind. I learned magic or words by watching and listening to actors speak. It was as if they were casting mystical incantations upon one another. And I loved it. I'd learn a new word and practice its incantation on anyone that I could find, who would listen. my favorite past time was curl up by the radio watch the people in my imagination as I'd fall to sleep listening to the BBC. And I did it so often that I had developed a British accent. But I didn't care for watching cartoons, so my Mother would let me listen to the radio. My Mother's world was filled with her adult friends doing adult things, she didn't have time for me but I didn't mind.

But as I got older, maybe I was about three years old, and I began to have a strange dream about something or somebody that seemed to be missing in my life. The hurt felt so bad that it was as if I had lost my mind somewhere in a numbing fong. I don't know why I should remember it like it were a Halloween night, and the feel of terror would tremble through my bones, as the monsters gather around me laying there in my bed the nightmare would begin. The vivid colors of dark red and cold gray black, mingled with orange, yellow and blue. The heat of their claws sereing my flesh as they'd tear into me, the pain consuming my dreams. I was so helpless and confused.

We had moved into a four family bungalow on Collingwood Street. We hadn't lived there very long, this was Ervin's home. I didn't know him very well, and I don't know how or why I was there in his home, but I knew his name was Ervin.

I began to sit and stare out the window as if waiting for someone come take me home again. I could sit there for hours, watching as the day became night only to see rising in the sky again. The words that were once so meaningful had lost themselves somewhere in my confusion. And I didn't want to talk to anyone anymore. Nothing seemed to matter anymore and I didn't know why.

Then one evening I was set in a chair, watching as Baba stood at the kitchen table feeding Renee, and instructing me on how to eat my food. She didn't seem to mind, she'd tell us that we were her babies. But then as she broke apart a piece of baked chicken, I stared fixated by the steam that gushed from its supple flesh. I couldn't look away from the open wound, a rush of panic had poured over me like mixture of cold concrete batter. And I was frozen there, as the heavy putrid air crush it's way down into my gasping lungs, all I could do is scream.

"What’s wrong in there?" "Boy what the hell is wrong with you?" "Shut up that noise before I beat your ass." "Boy!" "Do you hear me talking to you?" I never noticed when he walked into the room . . . and with a slap on the face I was knocked from my chair onto the kitchen floor. Ervin stood over me, poised to kick and stomp me.

"Boy shut up." "What in the fuck is wrong with you." But still I kept crying, as I angrily stood up . . . pushing him on his leg. Then grabbing me by my arm. "Boy!" "You've got to be out of your mind!" "I'll kill you, boy." My arm grappled in his clutching grasp . . . he dragged me down the hallway, pulling me to the bedroom.

A blood curdling shriek burst from Baba's throat. "No!" Running behind us . . . crying, when she got to us, nervously jumping up and down . . . her young mind obviously in a state of panic. "Don't kill my little brother." "Please!"

Then the stranger's rage became silent as his baby daughter Renee began to cry her tiny voice chimed in with ours, bringing this giant to a halt from his preoccupation with me.

Then tossing me onto the bed, he left out the room as Baba covered me and begged me not to cry anymore.

I don't know why. But all I could do is cry. And although Baba tried, there was nothing she could do to stop the tears from grappling with my mind. "Boy" "Shut up that crying in there."

"Mommy, mommy!" "I want my mommy." "Where are you mommy!" "I love you mommy!" "I want my mommy!" "I want my mommy!" The dusk of evening gathered dark upon the walls of the room. I can see the stars up in the nights sky from where I lay, but their fascination has lost their sparkle through the clouds of my eyes, and their twinkle doesn't mean that much to me anymore. I want to see her face but somehow I know I'll never see her again.

Then form this prison that is my anguish, much to my embarrassment I am granted a reprieve upon hearing the sound of a woman's voice. "I'm here Charlie!" "Everything's all right Baby!" "I'll talk to you in the morning."

My heart flutter only to quickly sink down to the bottom of my stomach. My mommy never spoke without telling me that she loves me. And the tears that on my face are replaced with emptiness that has become my life.

It seems as quickly as I've closed my eyes it was morning. the strangeness of this room doesn't seem to matter anymore. Eagerly I spring up from my bed . . . fiddling with the knob. I am lock behind this immense door, and begin to slap and bang until it decides to release me from with inside the room. "Mommy, mommy." The echo of the woman's voice answers back sounding less familiar and the door is opened to my disappointment. Her name was Marylou . . . Ervin found her at some bar down the street.

Everything in my world has changed. And I don't care anymore. Left to wonder about my new home, I am locked away in the silence of memories that refuse to reveal themselves to me.

Siting here in the living room, me, Baba, Renee and Renee's Dad. I give a vagrant stare at the television, while my sisters eat their pop corn, and gulp on their cool aid, there's really nothing there that I want to see. "Look, at that fool." "Ha, ha, ah, isn't that funny." "Boy why ain't you laughing?" But without a word, I hunch my shoulders cause I don't understand what was so funny.

"Can I have some?"

"Boy!" "What did you say to me?"

"Can I have some?"

Some what . . . you want some pop corn?" Rattling the aluminum pot full of pop corn at me, he sifted down for the burnt and un-popped kernels of corn. "Here you go, son!" "Let me know if you want some more."

I couldn't figure out what my sisters found so enjoyable about this stuff, it didn't seem like much to me.

"You want some more, boy?"

"No, sir."

"Now get the hell out of my face." "Go to your room before I whop your ass."

Sitting on the porch of our new home, watching the sun set, the caress of the evening cooling upon my flesh. The sky looked so beautiful, the sparrows would fly up to me. And from upon her father's lap Renee would grown for me to make the small birds come to her. Sometimes they would but most times they wouldn't and Baba would laugh because Renee was scaring em away.

Watching the night comfortably set upon the band of orange far off in the distance a light twinkling of stars caught in deep blue, the beauty of the sky is disturbed by the chimes of an ice cream truck. Although Renee's just begun to walk, she knows how to churn her way from her father's lap and wobble to that ice cream truck, and as she begins her regimen of bounces upon her Father's knee . . . vigorously pointing at the truck. I vaguely remember the look upon my own Father's face, and wonder did I do the same thing when I was that little. I just can't remember ever being that helpless and whiny. And I couldn't figure out why she say anything that made a bit of sense. "You want some ice cream?" "Baba go get me a strawberry short cake, and get yourself a pop-sickle."

"Do you want me to get something for Charlie?"

"What did I say?" "Naw!" That boy don't need anything!" "And if you ever give that damned boy anything without my permission . . . I'll punish your black ass right along with his!" "You understand me?"

Whatever pop-sickle Renee wanted that meant that Baba got the other, and I wasn't worried about Ervin. If he got embarrassed enough he'd buy me a pop-sickle. And that would usually happen because his daughter Renee, would offer me some of her gooey baby drool drenched pop-sickle. I can't tell you how wonderful it made me feel, sucking on her nasty baby slob. Why not just vomit in my mouth?

I can't say, I didn't like Ervin or that I did like him, he never seemed to matter much to me. To me he was as dumb as his daughter Renee. I guess I looked at him like just another one of those kids who'd do what they want because they were bigger than me. And if things got to frightening I knew how to run away, I was fast enough that the big kids never bothered me. For the most part Ervin and me, we'd usually ignored each other. Neither me nor Mr. Boozer were very sentimental men, but it was something that we both enjoyed in the people we surround ourselves with. Needless to say every once in a while he'd do something to try to get me to get me sentimental, and I'd look at him like he was crazy and go somewhere, so I didn't have to be bothered with his nonsense. And I'd do the same to him, but my sarcasm usually gave me away, and when he'd catch me playing his heart strings he'd get mad and put me on punishment, and I'd have a good laugh about it, as if I cared.

I had a little girlfriend Jo Ann, and when it was just us kids outside, she'd take me into the back yard. She taught me how to climb my first fence and she'd still a kiss. But Ervin didn't like it much when one of the neighbors told him that he caught us playing married in the dog house.

We moved quite a few times. And when we move into a real house on Livernoise and Web Street, I'd peer into the kitchen and watch as Ervin would teach his kids Renee and Baba how to read and write. It took me a while, but I taught myself how to do these things.

By the time we moved to Navahoe Street I had learned my own way around. Looking for pennies on the sidewalk and in the street, I'd buy my own candy. Looking for old beat up and broken bicycles in the ally, I'd take what pieces I could and build my own bike.

Ervin was all right as a father, he fed me fish oil on the couple of occasions that I had contracted worms to keep his daughter from getting worms. To be honest he was probably better than most kid's Dad's in the neighborhood. Every once in a while he'd get in a mood to buy me a gift. And I'd have to wonder what in hell was he thinking when he did that. I was one of those kids with expensive taste, and although I tried to be, I wasn't very good at being polite and when I didn't like something. If I couldn't have what I wanted, I'd rather do without. I was about nine years old when I had figured out that Ervin loved to show boat for the public, that was this big bad gangster's weakness. Always talking trash getting embarrassed about it, and then having to lie about something they'd said or done, grown up didn't make much sense to me. And the more I'd listen to grown ups talk, it just didn't seem like they made much sense to me or each other either. It may seem crazy as hell to say this, but although I didn't like Ervin Walter Boozer very much. I was actually safer being raise by this serial killer, than I was being raised around my own white brothers. And outside of our family, I even dated some of Mr. Boozer's daughters, it took years for us to get know each other, but when they did they were the sweetest little girls that I had ever known.

My sisters believe that I had a hard life because of what they don't understand about Ervin and my relationship. When I was about fifteen Ervin wanted me to kill him cause he wanted to go out like a gangster, on the other hand I thought that was some stupid stuff, and he pretty much knew it because there's a certain look I give when I think you're acting like a retard, before I decide what to do with you. Anyway, Ervin lied on me, and that's where you cross the line with me. I can handle it but its hard as hell. I was fourteen and horny as hell . . . and the little girls in high school loved me, I would have fucked an elephant . . . and there was my English teacher Ms. beautiful black DeShields . . . oh god . . . every time I'd look at her, I thought about fucking her pretty black ass every which way but lose. I wanted her so bad it woud make me angry just to look at her. There are 365 days in a year, and she would have eaten my penis sperm at least a thousand times a year. Oh god, I would have knocked that pretty black bitch up so quick.

Anyway he accused me . . . Ervin accused me of boinking his girlfriend Marylou, when she was passed out on the basement floor. And he knew that lying on me would get me pissed, and threatening me, meant you didn't stand a chance in hell, cause I'd be on you, and for awhile I was inflamed. But I thought about it and in a natural but vindictive way I thought about it. And instead of going off, I decided to lie on black ass too, and man did he feel like a shit head, but on the serious side Ervin was a good father.

But still with each day's passing, my life began to whirl by in a blur of uneventful memories . . . I felt like a I had become a voice speaking but muffled in the howling winds. A lot of times I just wanted to be alone and I found my refuge in the solitude of dark and empty room.

It seemed like one day me and my sisters were having a pretty good time and the next day I woke and somehow the sisters I thought at least cared for me had become.

I barely remembered having a mother, we had Marylou, she'd tend to us but we all had pretty much gone in our own directions. For the most part my bedroom was either in the basement or in the attic, and a lot of times when I was sent to bed they'd all go out on the town. And when we moved to Cruise and Keeler Street this white woman came to our home and said she was our mother. She stared me straight in the face and didn't know who the hell I was. I had heard her voice from my bed room a few times before, I had even seen my Brothers, Richard and Benson when they had dropped by before, but I guess it was one of those embarrassing moments because she was there to give me my birth certificate cause the State had started a new program to track runaway and missing children and I needed a birth certificate to get into Henry Ford High School. But Richard Gilberg senior is the old man with the money and he was the man who called the shots in our household. And I hate the white bastard, like most of the Gilbergs, he was the kind of man who'd smile in your face and with a hardy laugh he'd slap you on your back, all while plotting your death. And Laverl was the typical white woman who would do anything for a dollar, watching her put on her motherly performance was pretty disgusting sight.

I don't know what my sister and brothers would say about me, and I don't think I'd give a damn. They've known a life that I had to learn to do without. Most times when we were together watching television, they'd watch the tears run down my face.

I enjoyed the tranquil quiet I found in loneliness. Shrouded in the dark I could listen to the world, and it was an amazing symphony of sound.

In High School I had nine girlfriends all at one time. They adored me and made my life chaotic and fun, but the act I had put on for them always gave way to the tears that would cloud my eyes, and I needed to be alone. From the dank gloom of emptiness in my room, I could explore and remember the child that I once was. I had lost my mind to sanity. The world made sense to me, but the voices of everybody in it seemed to fall like a crescendo of tears. No one seemed to understand each other at all, and when they'd listen to each other it was as if they were listen to nothing but their own noise, and every joy they seemed to share was an inquisition of their own disappointment.

I'd love to feel the warm rescue of love regarding me kindly in her embrace. I need to have a heart whose kindness can take me away from this seclusion that has become my home . . . falling off to sleep . . . the door is opened, it's key has been my suffering. And this nightmare is my only reality.

It is morning and in my fascination with each new day I want to go outside to play. Yesterday, it was just yesterday when I discovered it. I know where they live these funny chirping sounds. Outside my window you can her them gossip and call to one and other. Well, actually it was my friend who notice em first. It was right there behind me, and when I turned around to see who it was it hopped into the air. Up, and up, and up, it didn't stop. No! It kept right on going, way into the sky. We laughed, and laughed, it was so funny how it did that. We could still hear the voices of the little creatures chirping as we searched the sky . . . but we didn't see em any more. Then without a sound there it was again right beside me.

In the morning as I spring from the bed in a raucous . . . clumsily trying to dress myself, my thoughts race hysterically in wonder of what awaited my day. It was all so exciting. "Maybe today it wants to play, and we can hop in to the air and go way up into the sky." "They say God lives up there with the Angels." "Maybe we'll get to see him too."

"Naw-awn!"

"Yeah, you're right. I would miss my Mommy too."

Gerald never spoke much. My Mommy says that's cause he's a Baby. Instead he sits and grunts a lot. And sometimes when he grunts he makes a terrible smell, that's when my Mommy says it's time for him to go home cause he's got something in his pants. I tried to look and see what it was but my Mommy laughed and made me stop pulling on his pants. Gerald's got a mom and she's really huge, and she’s nice too . . . she likes to give us cookies, and she make Gerald share his cookies with me cause he's stingy.

When ever I go over to Gerald's house his big brother stares at me. Sometimes he sneaks up and hits me on my arm. I saw his sister kick him for hitting me, and then I kicked him too. I don't know what made him think I was playing with him, but after I kicked him, he laughed and laughed then he began chasing me around the yard . . . boy was I scared but he wasn't going to catch me. God he's weird. I like Gerald's big sister. She says I'm her honey! She likes to kiss me too and I like it. She like to give me candy but it always has spit on it but I don't mind cause it tastes like she does when we kiss, she taste's like kool-aid. And she likes eating my candy too, cause I'm delicious. Sometimes my Mommy gives Gerald's big brother money to buy us candy to share, even when I don't want her too . . . but she says that's to keep me out of trouble? I don't know what she means by that, but I guess its Ok.

When I'd come home from playing in the yard my Mommy would investigate my face and hands for traces of dirt, always prepared with rag and a strange look of terror that used to make me laugh if saw a little bug crawling around on my clothes, cause she'd dance around back and forth, grimacing while she'd force her trembling hands to wipe me clean, that's when I knew its was time to get a bath. Bath time usually meant it was time for bed, but sometimes it didn't . . . but I got in the habit checking for bugs before I'd come into the house just in case. After coaxing me into the bathtub with my clothes still on and dousing me with a couple pots of water she promised she'd try to be braver. "Oh Baby! I'm so sorry . . . do you forgive Mommy. It's just that I'm so afraid of those bugs." "That's Ok!" "Awh Baby, I love you so much." "I love you too Mommy . . . but I think my clothes are wet!" "Awh Baby! You know what, tomorrow I'm going to go outside with you . . . and you can show me your little bug friends . . . and I promise I'm going to be brave."

I was a moody child and not everybody liked that about me, but my Mommy seemed to love everything about me, and she taught me to love every feeling I had. I'd tell my Mommy my moody stories about my moody day and we'd laugh. Even when I was trying to be serious she'd laugh . . . then she'd smile and give me kisses and tickles, and a slice of orange or tangerine. I'm not sure if I like 'em, but she sure makes 'em seem delicious. She even kisses the juices off my face and hands. Then she picks me up and blows on my stomach, and it makes me laugh. We like fried okra too, but not that snotty boiled kind . . . yeee uk! That's disgusting, but my Dad likes it, and we laugh at him too, she's so funny. He doesn't say much he just calls us children, then later on he gives Mommy a spanking for talking about him . . . she likes it but it makes me afraid. When my Mommy's happy she laughs, when she's sad, she's never to proud to cry, she always tells me just how she feels and she expects me to respect her feelings too, and I do. But she always makes me laugh, and she likes to sing just to get me to sing and then she laughs and says it's cute, its so fun just being around her! She says I make her happy . . . but sometimes when she says it, she gets a little sad . . . I don't like to make her sad. I told Mommy that Gerald's sister like to kiss me, but I don't know if I like it . . . she says that because Gerald's sister is still a little girl.

Sometimes my Mommy just sits in my bed and watches me sleep. Then when I wake up she's sitting in the living room on the couch.

"Good morning Ahly! How's my little man?" I was the man of the house when my father wasn't home. I don't know how she always does it . . . but my Mommy always knows when I'm ready to play.

Just then the doorbell rings and there's a holler from the hallway. "Janice?" "Its me!" "OK." "Charlie its Laverl. Oh no it's the baby sitter. I don't like her she like's my Dad . . . she likes everybody's Dad! I don't like the way she puts her face against me forehead. She only does that to pretend like she's lovie dovie. She likes to tell everybody what to do while she talks on the telephone . . . and she always wants a coca cola. when she talks about her boyfriend Ervin and uses our telephone.

"Son would you get your Mother a coca cola from the refrigerator?" She says she's my Mother and that I should act like a child . . . but I don't know what she's talking about. My Mommy has to remind "Mother" that I'm not allowed to play in the kitchen. While she does, I strategically climb up onto my Mommy's lap and lay my head against her breast in an attempt to drive the baby sitter away. "That's all right." Laverl lifts herself out of the chair . . . and off to the kitchen she goes.

Sometimes I've got stay at "Mother's" house, cause she says I have family there. Renee and Baba live there but most times when I'm at Laverl's home, Laverl's not there. The only thing I know about this woman who keeps calling herself my Mother, is that she has three white sons, and when I was two years old, they took me out on top of the roof put a rope around my neck and made me jump. And this woman called Mother was so embarrassed that she made me wear that damned red cowboy hat and tell her friends that I love cowboys. My throat is bleeding from a rope burn, the taste of blood still fresh in my mouth from the force of the noose whipping into my neck causing me to bite down on my own tongue, and this fool wants me to tell these people that I love cowboys.

She told her Negro friends that the bloody gash on my throat from me strangling myself on my brother Benson's cowboy hat while playing cowboys and Indian's with em. But the neighbors saw what happened. And Laverl couldn't move out of that neighborhood fast enough. And I hate playing cowboys with Richard, Michael and Benson, they make people lay down and won't let em move cause the cowboys are bigger than me and they've got guns. So what turned my mother and brothers against me? Nothing.

I was two years old when my three white brothers used to feed me raw meat and call me an animal to entertain some of their white friends. Even Erva, Ervin's black child got into the act, cause she had a crush on Richard. I guess they knew it was dangerous, but when some their friends told them that eating raw meat could kill me, my thirteen year old brother Benson got curious and started asking me all sorts of questions about the raw meat, how it taste, how did it make me feel. In hindsight I'd have to guess that in his eyes I had become like the blond haired carnivorous creature which white boys love celebrate for its magnificence, I had become the lion, and out of vanity Benson ate a piece of raw meat. And as I stood there listening to my brother's belly aching from a small piece the same food that he had fed me, this mighty Goliath was brought down to my size, and all that talk about, "you do it because I'm bigger than you" it didn't mean a thing anymore, and he had to be hospitalized.

After that incident Laverl hated me. Her beloved son Benson almost died, she could not let it go, and although I reveled in my new found strength Laverl saw me as less than a dog. She and my three older white brothers had become terrified of me, and my mother even tried to have me exorcised by a Catholic Pries