i am the rapture consumer of death and disease.

Posted on 2009.01.11 at 07:13

some people want you to want what they want. but, if i wanted everything that anybody else wanted me to want my mind wouldn't have a bit of peace for worrying about all the things i'd want. lol. out of all the creatures in god's world, man is the only one foolish enough to have a devil

i am the rapture consumer of death and disease. i am the venom upon cupids arrow. for love, i am intoxicating peace that love will know no harm, but for those who seek god's power, i am death eternal. much like your biblical angel, i am not a man, but not yet an angel. it is wisdom that will grant me paradise, and instruction that will open the gates of heaven for my children. a rapture, i was born a man whose journey through life has been like that in the story of hercules, where the beginning is the end and the end is the beginning. and like hercules, i am a man obsessed with understanding what it is to rise and fall from heaven, to be both one thing and another. to know in nature the whispers of cunning against your ear, is to know the lie from the truth. the truth is gods law as it is written in nature, where it is ruled by the twelve seasons. to abide in peace with gods law, is to know paradise and to find one's way from the heaven that gave us birth, into the heaven that gives us life.

i am the rapture, and like the vulture, i have eaten the sour bread like taste of dead rotted flesh, and my body has destroyed more disease than any man can imagine. i know the sweet taste of the deadly nightshade berries, and the warmth it gives on the cold winter days. i know the soothing taste of habanero peppers, and the coolness it brings in the drenching heat of summer. but to know heaven is to thirst for coolness in the chill of winters of cold, and to soothingly bath in the harsh summer heat. i am the rapture, and because i am, for me, man is no more.

although my name is charles russell gilberg, i do not know the gilbergs at all, and was never allowed to know the boozer family who raised me. growing up in michigan, all the people who look like me were called indians, but most of the ancient native peoples were hunted down like animals, their body parts used as religious ornaments. i do not see anymore people like me, so i guess i'm the last of an ancient civilization. i'm not sad about it, where others may be ignorant, i am honored to understand the truths and secrets of my ancient people. i'm hornored to be a part of a legacy who's accomplishments stretch back to the days of the dinosaur. i am and amazed by all the things that i can do that other men cannot. they cannot speak, they cannot tell the truth, and i enjoy their silence. it's like being the only living soul among the dead. the name gilberg was given to me when i was fifteen years old by a white woman named laverl pinks. before then i was called charles boozer, but the government began to require a child to have a birth certificate before the student could attend school.

like the butt naked anasazi people who were here when the vikings and the european white man arrived to this land, i make the ancient medicine stone that is both nocuous and deadly. the medicine is stone usually made from the poisons that an individual would like to over come. poisonous plants are revered as holy because of their ability to withstand the many adversities of nature. my medicine is made from the dried belladonna and habenaro fruit with a couple of mystical ingredients added to it. the medicine stone is smoked in my peace pipe. the practice of smoking a peace pipe is to allow the smoker have peace in the world around him without him suffering from natures harmful effects.

i have listened to the teachers teach, and heard the preaches preach. i have watched enough television, and seen the myriad of interactions in convincing performances, enough to know that communal schools were designed to allow the rich to still knowledge from the naive and poor. when you are retarded, they treat you like you're an animal. but when you are a child whose strength against illness and disease, and whose intellect and understanding defy mankind's comprehension. they call you an animal, write you off, and bully you to force you to give them what you have. they taunt you, saying that you are nothing but a retarded animal. a primitive man, absent of knowledge, a slave who is driven by nothing more than carnal instinct.

i have studied in silence. by patience in knowledge, i have learned kings and pontiffs, lords and masters, secretly desired only one thing. they wanted to announce themselves as gods. thus is their hatred for the anasazi. a people who became like the rapture, the lord and master for the spoken language of heaven in the aztec calendar.

wisdom. there are a fish called minnow that swim around in huge whirling schools. in it's season the sharks come and believe themselves to feed upon their flesh, but instead the shark only catches a mouthful of shit. what the eyes cannot see, the mind cannot fathom. and it is nature that has all but destroyed you, and it is your desire to be god that has dulled your weapons toward me. you can be as man, and be no more. or you can allow the bread that is my flesh, the wine that is my blood, my children, and their children's children to open the gates of heaven upon you. and in doing so, they will hand you back your retched lives.

growing up a rapture

growing up a rapture was kinda strange, and i was always curious, why i was so different from everyone else. i never had a lot of friends, cause i was considered a danger to both my family and friends. and its true.

friends tend to imitate each other, and with relatives its even worse cause family expects to be like you. but a lot of things that i can do, can hospitalize or even kill the most people. i didn't miss having a lot of friends, most people love me, when they sit down and talk to me. i hated being constantly reminded of what i am, "boy don't you know that can kill someone." what a way to wreck a good time.

my human experience is pretty much limited to observation, and most of what i've seen makes absolutely no sense to me. i don't have a bonding experience. my mother was terrified of me, she thought i was some terrible beast, and my brothers hate me, because before i was born everything was fine. but people who don't like me, don't mean anything to me, cause they're just people. and they have so many problems, who'd want to be bothered with em?

me, i love what i am. my life amazes me. i have sat in the park and fed the squirrels peanuts, and the squirrels have broke open and peeled acorns and set em on the park bench to feed me. i love the nature around me, and exploring what i am, and understanding what paradise really is, i am totally amazed. i am amazed by the plants and animals. i envy the pigeon, the sparrow, the finch, and seagull, and how they can play outside in the frigid cold. and if you say its because birds have feathers to protect them form the frigid cold, then how do you explain what protects them from the sweltering heat.

i envy the many variety of belladonna plants, and how their poisons can cause a man's body lose complete control, and even life. but the things i envy, i also understand, and that knowledge makes me happy. and although man heaps these lavish accolades upon himself, i don't envy any man, for any reason. sometimes people are interesting, most times they're not.

resentment

resentment. if i have any, it's that my brothers who hate me, and my mother who could not accept me, are from a maniacally superstitious and mentally fragile race of people, who just don't care much for the truth. my mother's truths are my brother's truth, and she could not accept me because she was devoted to her people's belief. so, rather than to see me for what i am, my mother chose to hold onto a belief in something that was never real, and in her devotion, she lost her mind.

by maniacal, i mean a people that are so superstitious that they renamed the twelve events in the months that govern our lives, to themselves. because they believed that by renaming the months that were god's laws meant to direct our path in paradise. they, themselves' could become god, and give us law to direct our path in their absurd fantasy of godliness. unfortunately, the twelve gods that they replaced with themselves, are actually vital rules that apply to the laws of physics and chemistry, and were applied when making the medicines that allowed our ancestors to have paradise.

and by superstitious. a horrific example is in the myth about the fire breathing dragon. it's actually a story that tells us how our ancestors used peppers to chase away the predatory dinosaurs.

cold war

As a member of the Black Panthers, my invitation and participation in a Communist Party in Michigan led to me getting an invitation to participate in Nato 90. In my dealings Soviet agents I learned that it was British Intelligence that continually supplied Hoover with British intel through his affiliation with Scotland yard. That much power must have been intoxicating for J Edgar Hoover, for the British Agents it was infiltration through cooperation, and Scotland yard had successfully infiltrated the FBI. It was British Intelligence that kept Hoover in power over his Washington peers, and it was British Intelligence that announced an assassination plot against John F. Kennedy.

Oddly enough, where J Edgar Hoover should have been able to identify Scotland yard's agents on the grassy knoll at the assassination of President Kennedy, with exception of the transatlantic records for the officers, most information was destroyed. The assassination of John F. Kennedy was simple thing, it was meant to form a marriage between the CIA and British Intelligence, a form of infiltration through cooperation in order to give the England an unparalleled leverage over the Soviet Union during the Cold War.

New York University, Center for the United States and the Cold War
Alger Hiss and History, Inaugural Conference, April 5, 2007
Ellen Schrecker, (Yeshiva University)

But, it may well be that the Kremlin’s espionage had more of an impact within the United States than it did in the Soviet Union, and here I want to venture into the second narrative about that espionage, and look at how the knowledge of that espionage was inserted into the American political process. The FBI is the key player here, and it’s important to realize that what Allen Weinstein calls the “Golden Age of Soviet Espionage” has to be considered an utter failure by the FBI. Until Igor Gouzenko defected in Ottawa in September 1945, and Elizabeth Bentley turned herself into the FBI, that November, the Bureau despite its longstanding suspicions of the

Communist Party had no idea how much spying was going on. Given Hoover’s already fervid anticommunism, Bentley’s revelations not only confirmed Hoover’s conviction that every communist was a potential spy but also intensified his desire to eliminate them from every position of influence within American society.

me

from a liars mouth to my ears. no this will never happen to me, man is a liar. a liar will beat you and make you suffer if you do not believe in his lies. but without adam there could never have been a moses, a jesus, and a mohammad to preach to us the end. me, i don't have any interest in the end. the end will come no matter what a man preach. so i choose to know the beginning that was perfect in adam and eve.

i'm not a racist, i simply don't trust white people, cause they seem to get screwed up in the head over anything and everything. look at this. the torah, koran, and holy bible were all written by white men, and in these books that the white man wrote he is telling you what you better and better not do. and if you don't do what this white man tells you to do, he says the devil is going to get you. and just who is that devil, why it is the white man who wrote the torah, koran and holy bible.

in your half-ass investigation, robert rogers. you neglected to mention that i am also singer song writer. but if you weren't interested in telling the truth, what did you do robert? did you commit "muti" to teach me a lesson? the queen protects you now but, the day will come that she will grow old and tired, and i will take my shot. Milieu!

Whitney Houston suffers a miscarriage. (Brief Article)
Jet | August 1, 1994 |

Superstar Whitney Houston recently suffered a miscarriage in Houston, Texas. It occurred just days after she revealed she was pregnant during a concert in Atlanta (JET, July 25).

It was the singer's second miscarriage. She suffered a miscarriage during the filming of the blockbuster movie, The Bodyguard, in 1992.

After the recent miscarriage, she recuperated with her husband, singer ...

I don't believe it. I don't want to believe it. I guess the jokes on me.

the london enquirer ran several tabloid rumors from they're reliable source who said that i was contemplating suicide. my question to you robert rogers is, are you that reliable source. were you reading the future, or making plans to stage my suicide. did you murder whitney houston's baby to get because of my participation in the resolve of apartheid in 1989. robert rogers, was the psychological thought behind your attack on me meant to make me feel guilty because you murdered whitney houston's child.

what two things did whitney houston and princess diana have in common?

what two things did whitney houston and princess diana have in common? the bodyguard movie and whitney houston's bodyguard, robert rogers. robert rogers is a member of the royal family and an investigator for the queen's scotland yard, and was whitney houston's bodyguard until it was discovered that he had an obsession with whitney. robert rogers, how do you explain what would cause you to continue to stalk after me, after whitney houston had fired you, and what led up to that attempt on my life in Detroit, October 1993.

prior to princess diana's accidental murder, princess diana was researching for her role in the bodyguard movie. princess diana's accidental murder maybe because of what she knew about the royal family's scandalous financial practices. a member of the royal family, diana saw that the royals had no trust nor respect for the common man. she began to notice that during fiscally harsh economic times for royal family, the names of royal family members were mentioned in connection to scandalous banking practices and banking fraud in india, china, south america, japan, korea, and the united states of america.

if princess diana were murdered, the reason for her death would be that she objected to the royal family's scandalous banking practices, and she stumbled onto an attempt to defraud the arabian banks out of hundreds of millions of dollars.

let's talk about reverse identity theft, your hiness. let's say lord william a friend of yours and a british banker. he stills a lot of money under the names of his clients through credit card fraud. william creates a dummy account, then he goes to nigeria where and he finds a poor black nigerian boy, and pays the nigerian boy to take on his identity. after transferring the stolen funds, william goes home to britain, where he claims he's made a killing in his investments abroad.

the problem is that the stolen money lord william spending on british goods, services and building construction to accommodate his lavish lifestyle is called credit, and the money to pay for the credit doesn't exist. so now the bank has a credit dept, whose future value will never be paid. and because the british banks are broke, guess who must pay for lord william's theft. that's right, the tax payers must pay for william's theft. now let's say this reverse identity theft is a right of passage for the lords of england and the credit fraud continues for twenty years. that would be over a trillions dollars that the tax payers would have to pay to the government. but now we understand what all the AK 47's in north africa are about, its a form of enforcement to keep the black african voices silent. and since so many african countries are declared hostile, their banking procedures and financial records are off limits to the western civilizations. and that's why the queen's scotland yard alleged they were investigating me, but her agents were sent out to stalk and murder me.

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jessica alba's dirty drawers

Posted on 2007.06.29 at 14:10
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sweet red wine

From Halle Berry to Jessica Alba, the most famous female golfers aren't on LPGA tour
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Jessica Alba as Sue Storm and Halle Berry as Ororo Munroe / Storm
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Jessica, and Halle Run/Walk For Revlon

Annoyed. I tried to ignore you, but the sparkle in your eyes were like the a flickering candle drawing me deep into its flame. I didn't want to understand it, but here we are, and there she is, and each word you speak kisses her lips, and I watch as she trembles. And when your words whisper over her face, you inhale the fragrance of her breath, letting the tingle fill your mind with its sweetness. Tasting me you blush, and angrily pull away with tears clouding your eyes. I want fuck you.

Sitting here on the couch. Watching you pour more wine into you and Halle's glass.

Yes. Give me some.

As if in a afterthought, complimented but somewhat surprised. Drunk and trembling, you lift yourself up and crawl between my legs and pour. Splashing the wine down in my glass, you inhale taking in the pungent aroma of semen from my sweaty balls, licking your lips to capture its taste on the tip of your tongue.

Flirtatiously smiling up at me. Is your glass cold enough? I can get you a new one, if you want.

But I don't smile or say a word. And foolishly you crawl back to your spot on the floor beside Halle, your pride wounded. And as you look up, you tenderly smile, trying to ignore me as you photograph in your mind the image of me staring angrily at wedged of fabric snuggly fit between the crevice of your buttocks. Parting your legs your finger gently touches your vagina through the crotch of your pants and almost in astonishment you look toward Halle and try to conceal with a deceptive smile, the throb that's racing from between your thighs and pounding in your heart from you masturbating your nasty cunt in front of me. Watching me, stare at you, it's just a matter of time before I have you lying naked on the floor, making you suck and swallow my dick in front of Halle Berry.

And in a voice that pleads for me to forgive you, you sarcastically smirk. I can smell you all the way over her.

Unexpectedly Halle erupts with laughting, as she turns to look into my cold, irritated stare.

Then brazenly sniffing at Halle's mouth, your lips part to capture more of the taste of my semen from her lips. As she presses her thighs together, her cunt spasms, while she nervously cums on herself, at the thought of you smelling droplets from my dick on her breath. Bowing her head, her fingers cover her face from embarrassment as she shakes her head in disbelief of the juices escaping down her twat.

Let me smell you breath Jessica, crawling over here with your pants stuck up your butt. What have you been doing?

In excited glances at me, you hump, pressing your thighs together, nearly screaming from squishing your vaginal lips together, concealing your deceitful cravings behind a fraudulent laugh. And silently staring at you as if you've lost your foolish mind, your nipples hardened like green peas, as I get more irritated with you, my big balls have become the bud of you and Halle's jokes.

I'm sorry Charlie.

You drunk little whore.

Startle fills your eyes. Don't be angry Charlie. Aw man. Your drunken mind in confusion form the wine.

Lick my balls Halle.

Charlie, please don't do this to me. Squeezing your thighs together, you pump embarrassed at the spectacle going on between you legs, staring at the crotch of my pants as I undrape your eyes and pull you by the back of your head, pushing the fabric of my pants against your nose and mouth.

Please Charlie, please, oh God, we were having fun.

Crawling up behind me, Jessica pulls togging at my trousers, until she has em down around my ankles, while I pull down Halle's dress, pressing her swollen tits against my thighs, and rub my cock all over her face. Make Halle lick your dick, Charlie, fuck that whore in her mouth.

Grabbing my balls from behind, baby bend over, let me lick your balls. Jessica begins to lick poking her tongue at my sphincter lips, moaning, as she plays with my cock, feeling it swell in her hands its swollen flesh is as thick as her wrist, do you like that baby. Taking my cock in her mouth Halle pumps up and down, grinding it down her throat. Yes, suck his big dick bitch. Do you like that baby? Do you want to fuck me in my ass? Fuck me, in my ass hole baby, sis ah, oh yes baby, damn your cock is big. I want to feel you piss inside my stomach, do you like that, sis ah. Licking your tongue against my ass hole, poking it between my sphincter lips, while rub your nose in the crack of my ass. Uuumm, uuumm.

Pulling my cock out of Halle's mouth and rubbing it on her face. Suck it bitch. Uuumm, that feels good. I'm gonna let you piss in my mouth with that big fat dick. Ou, do you like that daddy, I like it too. Tenderly sucking each of my balls into your mouth, playing with them on your tongue. Suddenly, your moans hum in pulses as you slurp, sucking on my scrotum as if you're having a panic attack. Halle fumbles in your panties and begins to push her fingers up inside your melting twat.

Holding on to her wrist you pull humping her fingers, fucking yourself, your head begins to spin and you lets my saliva covered balls fall from her lips. Fuck me in my mouth Charlie, please don't stop, let me suck it, sis ah, sis ah, ou. You ride her fingers up your twat, poking em in your tiny shit hole as you hump, sis ah. Ou lick my titties, Halle. Ou, I'm sorry Charlie.

Tears well up in Halle's eyes, as she stares up at my huge erection and thinks about all the times I made her bend over on the couch, I'd dog fuck her, taking turns raping her twat and anus, listening to her plead about the big mean drooling dog dick humping up in her behind. Aw, the little bitch is cwying. Does my nasty little bitch want me to stand over her and make my dick drool on her face, licky, licky. You nasty little bitch. And if you're a good little bitch, I'll put my cock in your mouth and let you suck while I take a piss.

Standing over you, I massage my cock watching you stare up at its heavy knob, your tongue parts your lips, patiently waiting. Oops. There you go, bitch. Tilting your head back while you finger into Jessica's gooey twat. Thick droplet ooze from the tiny slit, clouds of semen spatter down slapping over your nose and lips as you lick capturing the droplets onto your tongue and in your nostrils.

Turning around toward Jessica, the sperm from my drooling penis flesh rubs onto her nose, and drips into her mouth. Awakening Jessica to open her mouth, as I reach behind her neck and grab a fist full of her hair and push the massive head of my cock in her mouth over her tongue. Here.

Angrily Halle stares as she watches Jessica Alba contently look up into my eyes, her lips swirl, sucking on the head of my prick. Pumping her head up and down on trying to capture as much of the huge piece of flesh in her mouth as she can, she begins to gag as I push my cock down her throat. And you ram smashing your finger against her vagina lips, uuumm, uuumm. Slurping on my prick she moans as her thighs spasm, trying to fuck her self on your fingers, uuumm, uuumm. That's it, you dirty little whore. Get it all.

Then as if in pain she whimpers, trembling as she gulps nearly choking on my cock in her mouth, uuumm. The warm stream of piss drools from the side of her lips, trickling down her throat as she sucks. Get it all. That's it, I'm almost done.

Uuumm. That was good. Smiling up at my satisfaction, with my cock still in her mouth, she begins to pump her head up and down on it again. Pulling my cock out of her mouth, she releases with a popping sound, ah. Did you like that baby? Massaging my fleshy penis in her hands, glancing at Halle and watching me watch as she licks the gooey globs of your climax from her fingers onto her tongue, tears welling up in her eyes . . . Charlie, I can feel your piss slushing around in my stomach.

Turn around and bend over on the couch Halle.

Wait a minute. I've changed my mind. Pull your panties up Jessica.

Seated on the couch my six inch long scrotum dangles edge of the cushion. Get over here. Crawl. Gap your thighs open. There you go. Do you bitches like that?

Pressing my fingers against the fabric of your panties, the vaginal fluids seep through as I work my fingers up inside your greasy cunts, as you both pump the lips of your vagina around my finger. Biting into your necks my breath releases a warm whisper into your throats . . . did you bitches shit your drawers. Nasty little bitches.

You both steady yourselves holding onto my shoulder, as I push your panties up inside your salivating twats. Looking down at my cock Jessica pulls on the long thick shaft of my cock, watching as the head of my cock blossom into a huge mushroom knob. While your small hand squishes, messaging the balls in my scrotum, a giggle bursts from your mouth.

What are you laughing about, I'll make you suck that spicy trud stain out of Jessica's dirty drawers. Come here Jessica, sit on the edge of the couch.

Grabbing the waist of her panties, I pull em down. Looking down at my thick cock aimed at her tiny hole, Jessica's vagina is as naked as her anus, its nude vaginal lips glisten from the globs of ovum pulsing down its length. Kneeled between her thighs, she smears the huge mushroom into her vaginal orifice. Lifting her legs up as I push up inside her, her arms wrap around my neck. Ou, that feels so good. Pumping her legs back and fourth, she can feel every inch of my cock up inside her, pushing against the walls of her stomach. Ou, baby, baby, baby, sis ah. Ou, its so big, its so big.

Quit acing so silly, before I whop your little ass.

Wow. It feels like I got a baby inside me. Oh God it feels so nice. Ok. Fuck me. Fuck me baby. Biting her nipples, gnawing on them, my mouth pulls tugging at her breasts pinching her nipples between my teeth, ow, ow. Then releasing a growl into her breast, it travels vibrating through her chest. Ou yes. I can't believe it. Tears begin to well up in Jessica's eyes as I pump in and out of her vagina, banging her pubic lips around my cock, Halle squeezes milking my fleshy balls . . . ou baby, its so nice baby. Oh, oh, oh. The whispers and moans of her voice, whimper in sync to my cock throbbing insider her, her vagina clutches my cock rubbing its gushes of sperm in her stomach. Ou I like that, that's it, that's it, sis ah, oh yes cum, sis ah cum, cum baby, ou that's it. Fuck me baby. Oh God that feels so good.

Bend over Halle.

Leaning over the couch, Halle watches me pull my gooey rod from within Jessica's dripping twat, tucking her arms beneath her, bracing herself on the couch, looking at my stiff drooling cock as it aims at her buttocks. Its as thick around as her ankle and its about to be plunges up tiny ass hole. Pulling her panties down her thighs, then holding her hips, pulling her buttocks down to my thighs, she whimpers closing her eyes, the feel of huge hard knob poking, pushing open her sphincter lips, her anus contracts trying to wrap itself around the bulbous knob . . . oh God, oh God.

Lean back bitch, stuff it up your tiny shit hole. Push it in there bitch. Get it all. A lunge forward smacks my thighs against her behind causing the knob of my cock to punch in her stomach. Do it slow baby, oh God my tummy feels pregnant . . . ride me baby. That's it, hold on, oh yes, ha, ha, oh God I feel pregnant too. I can feel every inch of you inside me. Tears fall from Halle's eyes, as we push pumping my huge cock in her intestines rubbing up and down in her tummy. Do you like that, you nasty little bitch.

Eat my pussy, Halle. Scooting across the couch like an excited child chasing after her favorite toy, in a movement like an elegant modern dance artist, her legs slink apart. Her thighs straddle Halle's face tooting her hairless creamy twat at Halle's mouth. Her hand cusp, wiping the oozing sperm back onto her vaginal lips, as she licks its residue from her fingers into her mouth. Bowing down to Jessica's twat, inhaling the intoxicatingly sweet smell of my sperm, you bite and lick into the lips of her vagina, tasting the clouds of semen gushing onto your tongue like it were a sweet glazed doughnut that's been sopped in a hot cup of coffee. Ow, ow ou, sis ah, ou, ou, oh. Slowly we ride up and down, while Jessica humps her oozing gap on Halle's mouth, playing with Halle's ears and hair as she slurps drinking my sperm as it pulses from Jessica's vagina over her tongue, uuumm, uuumm, oh God that's good.

Then in a panic stricken voice you desperately hum on your mouthful of Jessica's fleshy twat, your fingers anxiously pull, milking on my scrotum as the tears trickle down form your eyes and you cry on Jessica's vagina, from confusion. A burst of piss is released up inside your intestines, feeling like a pregnant little bitch whose water has broken all you can do is cry, while I fuck, pissing in your ass.

Looking down at the flower on your buttocks while I fuck you. I keep thinking about that matching butterfly tattoo on Jessica's behind some things were just meant to be together. Get up Jessi, bend over on the couch.

Are you angry at me Charlie?

Bitch. What did I tell you.

dreams

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.

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pillow talk

Posted on 2001.08.14 at 21:45
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~ pink and blue silhouettes ~

Parliament Funkadelic. Drama is an Art form, not a life style.

some guys enjoy the thought of how brutal my large cock and huge scrotum full of sperm can be on a beautiful little girl's little cunt ... while other dudes act like heroes who try to protect women from my evil cocks thick fleshy plunging penetration, and a drooling little cunt full of sperm that tastes like sweet bread

and yes, its true. halle berry and me did play around on the internet for a couple of years. it was silly fun. but she's about as sexy as hobo the clown

this story is about me enjoying the beautiful women around me, and enjoying these ladies enjoying themselves

In this game we play over the Internet, we laugh and joke about how I'm gonna make you fuck yourself silly on my fat cock full of sperm. And as a warm throbbing begins to pulse in your delicious little pussy, you focus upon it describing to me how you are cumming on yourself. The delicious sensation cause you masturbate your cunt, fucking yourself. Meanwhile, listening in on our conversation, the beautiful people pull themselves away from their beautiful lives and schizophrenically beat on the panic button like angry chimpanzees slinging shit, obsessively demanding that you keep away from me, but its to late. Touching deep inside my soul, you've already discovered the secrets of what my rare DNA can do, in the fuck you got.

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.

by nerdyguyanon

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

As you stand there watching me study the curves of your body, you can feel a warmth rise from deep inside your tummy. While it causes your cunt to throb, you focus upon the delicious pulse, catching it in your mind somehow my body has become yours and from deep inside you begin fuck your cunt on the throbbing pulse that you've captured, until the glowing throb has become so intense that your body rhythmically stiffens in tiny spasms that ride your pussy, deliciously fucking your aching cunt into satisfaction. Catching your breath you gaze down tickled by the sensation, laughing to yourself as you see my thick limp prick throb and begin to swell. Watching it throb, your feel the sensations in your cunt become an intense hungry aching thirst trying to satisfy itself, you can feel yourself fucking me in your mouth, taking my cock deep up inside your cunt. Delighted and amazed at how you can stand there almost endlessly intensely cumming on yourself from watching my cock full of sperm swell and throb in rhythm to your little cunt throbbing, deliciously fucking itself between your legs. As I watch you stand there fucking yourself on the touch that you've stolen in the sensations flowing through you into my swelling cock. And I am helpless to your souls request upon my cock, as you fuck and beg me to stay and let you fuck it a little bit more, just until your body is satisfied and you can release this delicious throbbing from your cunt. You shudder as your thirsty cunt fucks until it is thoroughly quenched. Wanting more, wanting to touch your mouth upon me, you wonder why you've never felt this way before.

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.

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 silk night gown. The 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 afraid to look in my eyes, as if you were watching a movie, humiliated by your desires play with my a handful of my cock. This movie begins with your glance . . . panning over the muscular physique set upon a chair, as if he were the omnipotent ruler over your soul . . . 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 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, the deep rumbling, vibrates through you and up the back of your neck, tingling in your skull. Tell me that you want to suck my dick. I don't want you to suck it, but tell me you want to suck it anyway.

The aroma of semen from my fat cock full of sperm, smells pungent like dogwood and its sperm tastes like sweet bread. As your hand reaches down and between my thighs and takes a handful of my cock, my voice releases a rumbling growl into your neck. Oh! Your little ass wants to play with me like that. Do it. You dog dick licking little whore . . . 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 cunt butter seeping through. Take off those cheesy drawers, smell em, put em in your mouth, you nasty little whore.

Playfully wiggling out of your panties, you hand em to me. Watching my face, you lick your lips. Putting the cunt stained drawers on the tip of your tongue. 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 dirty drawers taste good, make your little twat cum for me, that's it, uuumm. Poking the tip of my finger up your rectum, you squirm and fuck yourself on my hand. I'm gonna put my fat cock in your cunt and when I'm done I'm gonna dog fuck your little mouth.

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.

What! Silly little bitch, turn around, bend over on the couch. Spreading your buttocks apart, you toot your behind at me . . . do you like my behind. As my nose touches the crevice of your buttocks you whimper, my jaws push digging between your buttocks as my tongue flicks and my teeth nip into your anus. Oh, oh, oh, fuck, oh. Poking my finger up your intestines. You dirty little sock puppet, you like my finger up your little shit hole. Fuck my black ass.

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

Charlie I was with my girlfriend today and I had a daydream about us. I had an image of you, me and my girl friend. We were all in the kitchen cooking and talking to your girl friend, and she got up to the bathroom and asked me to help her with her panties. A few minutes later, she is moaning, and when you come in, there I am down on my knees with face in the toilet, licking her pissy little cunt. She's embarrassed and afraid and you take your big fat cock out your pants and shove it in her mouth. And she's crying and cumming while you push your big cock down her throat. And she's squeezing your buttocks, and crying cause she can't get enough of your big drooling doggy dick, and its all the way in her mouth. Then you grab her by her head and she's moaning on your dick and I watch her gulping on your piss and its pouring out the sides of her mouth, and while you're pissing down her throat we both can feel the warmth that floods through your cock, and forces our cunts to convulse and throb like crazy. And she looks up at you with your cock in her mouth and she looks like you're killing her with your big penis full of piss. Charlie I can't believe how much I miss you.

Did your girlfriend give you that men's Rolex watch, I want it.

I can't. 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, tears in your eyes you hand the watch over to me, then halt. Charlie let me lick your butt hole, I promise it'll feel so good.

You cunt licking little whore. You know what I want. I want to watch you rub your nose in your girlfriend's bloody twat while I fuck you in your ass.

Your cunt begins throb from deep inside your stomach as I take my limp prick out of my pants. Lick my dick. There you go. 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 with your fingers. You feel the squirt of warm my urine pulsing through my penis, you hum and suck. You can feel the warmth that flushes through me as the warm stream of piss flows down your throat filling up your tummy, and while you drink and my pissing cock makes your cunt violently throb and convulse while you suck.

Humping my drooling prick full of piss in your mouth, you look up at me. Then popping my penis from your mouth, the squirting urine spatters all over your face, without hesitation, you rub your wet nose and mouth over my cock licking it, your words mumble onto my cock, I love you daddy.

While you milk, caressing my flesh with the palm of your hand, absorbing the feel of my stiffening cock. I grab the back of your head, and push the thickening flesh between your lips, slowly shoving it down your throat, as you cum gulp and slurp. There you go. Like a little bitch you hump your hot little cunt on my leg. That's it, fuck it, you cock sucking little whore.

Pulling my stiff prick out of your mouth, and rubbing it on your face. Spit on my prick. I want you to fuck it up ass hole. I massage my cock, watching you stare up at its heavy knob, your tongue parts open your lips and licks the tip of my dick. Waiting for its tick droplets of sperm to ooze from the tiny slit. You tilt your head back and watch the sperm gush from the tiny slit, capturing the droplets onto your tongue.

Get up. Let me see your little twat. With the cunning stealth of a feline whose stalked 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 vagina straddles my mouth. Biting into your fleshy vagina, I nip your pubic lips and clitoris. Then suck on em until the rush of blood swirls, swelling inside your clitoris making your cunt ache and throb from deep inside your stomach, your body feel as if it could burst, you hump and flinch, your cunt spattering its orgasm on my lips and prickly chin.

Ouch, oh, oh, oh.

All right "fuckles the clown." Has you cunt had enough! Get that gooey little twat off my nose. I will beat your crazy little ass. What are you smiling about, you want me to spank your behind.

Stepping back onto the floor. Standing in front of me with a grin. Without a word you take my hand, and place my fingers onto your tummy. Then pulling my hand down between your legs, you hump riding my fingers up your warm greasy twat, squirming as you holding onto my thick wrist as. Then taking my had from between your wet thighs, you guide my creamy fingers between your lips and into your cock sucking little mouth.

I reach between your thighs with my other hand and massage my finger tip up your perineum, while dipping another finger in your vagina as I poke my finger up your anus, you fuck my finger all the up your ass. A bristling currents of electricity tingles from the top of your head, down along your spine and ribs, and into your swollen nipples. And like a little cock sucker milking gushes of sperm into your mouth, your head pumps my fingers in and out your mouth. You stir and fuck yourself into deep aching convulsions as your cunt cums and cums, spreading its cunt butter on the palm of my hand.

Catching your breath, as you 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 at 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 remaining 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 churn, as you sniff inhaling 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 your fingers play with my cock, I grab a fist full of your hair in my hand, your lips part and I rub your nose on the in my lap. 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. By the reigns of your hair I guide your face over my dick, pressing my cock head in 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 pass your lips, you pump your head up and down slurping on its thick meaty length.

And with both hands holding your head, I fuck plunging my cock in your mouth, its thick head pushing over your tonsils 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 whore, try to fuck the massive piece of meat in her throat, while holding back the convulsions of vomit and piss that's trying to erupt from her stomach.

Then the slow push of my pelvis, pushes my cock past your tonsils, 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 a torrent of thrusts is unleash onto your mouth, you try to push me away . . . lick my sperm sack, lick it, you cock sucking little whore. As your tongue licks out to lick my balls, the last couple of inches of my cock glides down your throat, you squirm with your lips tightly kissing my balls.

Barely able to breath you ride my cock in your throat blocked full of thick penis that's about to burst from its heavy load of cum. There you go. Licky, licky. You whimper and cry, cumming on yourself as your fuck yourself in the throat.

What are you doing? Did I tell you, you could quit sucking my dick. Do you want me to spank your little black ass.

Your head bobs and twists as you face fuck my cock, choking and gasping on my prick. You feel lightheaded, your about to faint from asphyxiation. Humming in whimpered moans, you beg my big fat drooling dick not to kill you, as you try to catch your 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 . . . you watch in delirium as its tiny slit ejaculates its load on your lips and nose. The droplets of semen oozing over your lips and tongue, drip oozing down your chin, nearly filling the little plate full of sperm.

As you pull back to look at my penis, I watch my sperm dangle in spindles of cum that ooze form it like snot dripping onto lips and tongue. Setting the saucer down between my legs you lick the drool from the tip of my dick. You're all fucked up in the head, and you can't stop your throbbing little pussy from cumming.

Then with a slap that echoes like a cracking whip . . . my prick bangs, smacking you on your face. Did I tell you, you could cum?

Shocked and 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, fuck my black ass, I love you so much Charlie. Oh God, I love you so much.

Cock sucking little whore, look at you still cumming on yourself?

Your face down in the saucer, you slurp, eagerly showing off for me like a little kitten lapping a bowl of milk. You lap gobbling up the sperm, 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, so say it.

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

And if any man wants you to give him my twat, or anything else. You'd better betray em. That goes for you and your cunt licking little wife, do you understand me. Both you little bitches belong to me.

Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons - Can't Take My Eyes Off You

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 I gently pull its flesh between my teeth as I gnarl on your cunt licking its cunt butter like a dog whose teeth are wrestling with a dead bone, as if trying to bring it back to life just for the pleasure of tormenting it again and again. 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 throbbing little twat . . . poking me in and out of your pussy . . . your bent down as you watch your vagina gobble up my cock. Your gooey little cunt looks so nice fucking on mey cock full of sperm. That's it fuck my cock, get that cock nice wet cause you're gonna suck it off, fuck, fuck, fuck . . . oh fuck.

Laughing like the crazy little bitch . . . you arch your hips and fuck yourself humping back and forth, gliding up and down, watching your cunt butter butter ooze from you vagina down the length of my cock. Like a fanatical artist gone mad you work your little behind like a little bitch in heat intensely focused on your delicious throbbing cunt, all you can do is murmur. Get that dick. Yeh, get all that fat cock full of sperm 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 your nipples ache. The pain causes 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 your ass crevice. Reaching under youself form behind, your hands gently take a handful of my huge warm squishy scrotum full of sperm, and you fuck my sack into your tiny anus lips.

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

Silly little bitch.

The pulse of your throbbing cunt on my huge cock, makes your tummy feel like you've got a baby inside your womb, oh yes, that's it Charlie. Your wet fingers caress upon my face. As I pull my mouth from your tingling nipples to kiss your lips, you pout and pound, fucking my cock up inside your cunt. That's it baby fuck your little cunt. Your licks in kisses over my mouth, as you gulp swallowing saliva from my tongue. Teary eyed, you laugh, licking the residue of your cunt butter little vagina from my face. Then rubbing my prickly face between your breasts its barbed hairs lodge into your skin like tiny splinters . . . ouch. Uuumm that little pussy feels so good, fuck it. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Oh god Charlie, I love fucking my self on your cock. 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.

I love fucking you, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck fuck.

Hold your butt cheeks apart.

Are you going to make me fuck your dick up my ass? Fuck my black ass. Oh God, I'm so embarrassed. I cumming Charlie.

Humping on my lap your twat scooting back and forth, it 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. Oooh, I wish I could rub my nose in my cunt.

Wait you silly little bitch. Didn't I tell you to fuck my cock up your little shit hole?

You mind wonders thinking of the time I made you you fuck yourself in the ass hole, in front of you mother. Oh God, I can't. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm cumming. 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 over the memories, 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. Oh God I'm cumming, oh God please, oh God, oh God Charlie please let me fuck it. O God yes, oh God yes, that feels so good I love fucking your cock, I love you so much.

Fuck! You crazy little bitch. I'm helpless beneath your churning hips, I strain to hold back a rush of sperm, as you fuck yourself silly on my cock. Feeling my sperm burst through my throbbing aching cock. Your fuck becomes gentle cunt kisses sucking on my cock. You reach under yourself 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 pussy, I wanna to eat your sperm from my pussy for you.

You little "fuckles the clown," Daddy's gonna make suck your cunt butter off of my sopping wet dick.

Uuumm, you delicious little whore. I wish I could rub your little nose in your twat while I fuck you up your ass hole.

The throbbing rush of your climax has become tiny kisses in pulses that quiver over my fat limp prick. Cuddled here in my 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 out more droplets of sperm inside your womb. Like a child in play, curiosity sparkles in your eyes while you absorb the feel of your cum. Leaning forward, brushing your sensitive nipples over my chest, pretending to wash me in tiny droplets of milk.

Uuumm, you make my pussy cum just from thinking about your dick. Then reaching over your hips my finger tips play along the crevice of your behind until they've found the entrance of butt, pushing my finger up your butt hole, you squirm riding my finger up your rectum . . . your 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 poke in your intestines . . . pushing forward arching back . . . brings me close to a heart attack. Daddy, can I suck your wet doggy dick? I want to make your doggy dick urinate in my mouth.

As you murmur and fuck yourself to sleep. In your dreams I am standing in the doorway 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 begin their assault on 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 and suck upon your lips, face, and neck in gentle taunts and whispers. As I stand here, I watch the black flesh of Sue's skin and the milk white cream ooze from her throbbing parted vaginal lips, while she eats your flesh. Her teeth tear into you and it makes me want to put my prick up your narrow behind and make your delicious little twat pop like I were popping a little zit, your cunt butter oozing all over my fat cock head and down the thick length of my prick as you pump, fucking it up your ass hole.

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

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

You writhe and moan as they lay eating, ripping into your flesh. Crying and humping your throbbing cunt in the air, helplessly you twist your hips trying to climb up their hands to fuck their fingers, as their biting kisses move messaging down between your thighs.

Undaunted by your frantic whimpers, their teeth pull, as they snarl on your drooling cunt. Sue's oozing twat rides back and forth on your stomach smearing her cum in warm gooey tattoos all over your writhing body. Taking turns, they nibble and kiss off the cum stain tattoos. Then two at a time they fuck themselves on your face and vagina, taking care not to leave behind one morsel of flesh unfucked.

Like a pack of hungry wolves, who have moved in for their final kill, their grasping hands take turns milking, and poking deep inside your sopping wet cunt. Then taking turns their tongues lick and poke hungrily at your anus, as you haunch melting into their mouths. Ororo's mouth bites and rip upon your aching vaginal flesh.

Are you watching me, ow my vagina is cumming, I'm so embarrassed. Charlie, ouch Charlie, Charlie, Charlie. I love you so much, are you watching em fuck me, Charlie. Oh Charlie, Charlie, Charlie fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck my pussy I'm cumming, ow, ow, ouch I love you so much eat me that's it baby, that's it Oh Sue. Oh Charlie fuck me in my black ass Charlie I love you, I love, ow yes that's it, it feels so good, fuck. Lick my ass yes, yes, ow ouch fuck. Ow Charlie are you looking at Sue's pussy. Oh God look at me, I'm so wet, fuck, fuck, fuck me. I'm your little whore, oh God I am crying, I love you so much.

Sis ah, sis ah.

From deep within your sleep your hips stir and fuck your well manicured vagina on my lap spilling spurts of sperm from your vagina. Wake up baby.

How long did we sleep. Maybe a couple of hours, and my cock is sopping wet. Smirking at my remark, you nestling back onto my chest.

Put my wet dick in your mouth.

Playfully hesitant to leave my lap.

Silly little whore. Suck my dick.

You watch fixated by your wet cunt, as you slowly lift up off my lap Your thighs tremble, from the sensation of uncorking the thick length of limp prick from inside your cunt. Moaning as you feel the flush of sperm pouring out your twat. The stream of sperm gushes like a facet creating a pool of semen on my 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 thick globs of sperm on your from your fingers onto your tongue.

The smell of dogwood coming from your breath. Charlie, I got doggy dick breath.

Disgusting little whore . . . look at you, you can't help yourself, can you? Your lips part into glistening cum stained smile, as your thoughts drink in the sweet taste of my sperm. Suck my dick. Kneel down between my thighs, taking deep breaths of my cock into your nostrils as you take a handsful of my wet sperm sack and rub it over your face sucking and licking the cum drenched cock. Sniffing the thick soft sperm drenched organ you push your nose into my balls, dabbing your tongue over my penis, sucking on the huge soft dangling balls. Your vagina begins throbbing from the thought of fucking yourself in the mouth, you slurp the sweet taste of my limp prick into your mouth and suck on my cock as if it were large a bowl of Chinese noodles.

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. As if in a trance, you hum and lick on my dick and big soft bag of sperm, sing to my cock in whispers that vibrate my cock in your mouth. Then as if waking from a dream, you stare into my eyes, and open your cock sucking little mouth to show me that you've swallowed my sperm.

Are you going to piss in my mouth Daddy?

Without another word, you put my limp penis back in your mouth. You suck and pump, twisting your head up and down to get the knob of my cock in the back of your throat. Slobbering on my cock, as it swells to take a piss in your mouth.

Tilt your head back, you little cock sucker, that's it.

You can feel the glow of warmth in your stomach as my dick spasms as it pisses out stream of urine into your gaping mouth. Taking my urinating cock deep inside your mouth, you gulp sucking on it while I push it down your throat, suck it you little whore.

I watch you gulping on the stiffening fleshy bar of cock, while tears flow from your eyes, and you fuck your mouth on my cock.

Opening your mouth again to show me how you've sucked every drop of piss from my cock. Uuum, that was good Daddy.

Crazy little girl. Come on baby, its time to take our bath.

I want to clean your butt hole with my tongue Daddy. Please!

I'm gonna stick my fat doggy dick up your little shit hole if you don't quit. Now, get up, you silly little whore.

Looking at the bath water flow pouring from the spigot. I laugh thinking you gulping and choking on my sperm coated cock full of piss.

What are you doing, you dog dick licking little bitch. I am gonna beat your narrow behind.

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

Get out the mirror, playing with that sperm on your face.

Get over here. What did I tell you?

Bend over and put some of them bubbles on your little shit hole. I'm gonna anal fuck your dumb little ass senseless.

Looking down at my thick cock. Daddy don't hurt me, please, I'll be good.

Put them bubbles on your butt before I give you an ass ache.

Spread your ass.

Obediently you hold your butt cheeks apart. I rub the length of my cock along the crevice of your behind teasingly poking its cock head up your butt mouth. I watch as your sphincter opens and closes trying to capture my fat dick head inside it. Then you push back onto my thick prick as it prods up your butt. I grab you by your waist for the ride, as you ass fuck yourself working my prick up your rectum, and I thrust its thick length up inside you, my thighs slap smacking your buttocks, as you claw into your butt cheeks trying to hold them apart, while my thighs spank stinging you on the backs of your hands.

Staring at your own reflection in the full length bathroom mirror, you look so helpless bent over fucking your intestines on my cock. Watching yourself you cry wiggling your shit hole, humping it in you behind. You fall into a trance as your cunt begins to throb. Look at you fuck yourself. Oh, oh, oh. Oh Daddy please, its so big. Please Daddy, daddy, daddy. Please its so big. Oh God yes, yes, yes oh potatoes, I can't, oh yes that's it. Fuck my black ass, daddy. Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh fuck its so huge.

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

You take a hand full of my fat cock, and ram it up your ass. Oh God I'm so embarrassed.

I can't believe how much I love you. Spank my black ass. Please! Are you going to beat my black ass.

Uncorking my shity prick from your butt hole, I watch your butt hole shut as it kisses my prick from its grasp. You turn around and bow down to study my drooling shity dick then give it a kiss and a tender suck.

Suck my shitty dick. Obediently you slavishly suck and play with my balls. 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 of you bobbing your head up and down face fucking on my cock. Turn around!

Bracing yourself, you lift yourself up with the handrail and 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. Your little cunt looks so delicious.

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 my mouth bites over your sensitive ears, growling over your throat. Watching you squirm in blushes that haunt you in kisses 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 soapy fingers wash over your tits squishing em in the palms of my hands. Charlie, 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 have dragged into alley to fuck.

Nasty little whore, give me a kiss.

Uuumm. In a moan you twist, lather up my cock in the crevice of you buttocks and give my mouth a kiss.

You can do better than that. I'm gonna beat your ass.

Watching disappointedly as I step from the bath taking the towel from its brass shelf to dry you off, I play with your tits causing your nipples to tingle as they get hard. Then stepping out of the tub, you take hold of my hand and looking down at my thick limp penis, you lead me into your bedroom. Looking slightly worried, you nervously sigh because of what I'm about to do to you, and you tremble at the thought of me mercilessly slapping you around and beating your black ass like you were a little rag doll. Taking my huge cock and making a fool of you until you are crying and begging me to please let you fuck yourself on me. Only to have me make you suck your own cunt butter and shit off my dick and my big soft squishy 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 in silhouttes of our imagination. You've paid careful attention to every detail, even the bed posts are made of bamboo. You've created a cozy little nest for us in this green jungle . . . you could have become an interior decorator if you wanted too. But your art has special meaning cause its an expression of love the satisfaction you've found and keep finding when you fuck yourself. Green has always been my favorite color, for me this room is about life and life is satisfying, you know how much I enjoy growing fruit trees.

Then pushing you down onto the mattress with a handful of your hair held tightly in my grasp, you whimper because I'm about to beat your behind, like a little whorish child. Give me my belt, you little whore. In one motion I snatch the belt and grabbing you by your ankles your legs with a yank your buttocks are spread and hang dangling over the edge of the bed revealing your cunt. Oh God, oh God Daddy please. Please don't. I love you so much. I love you oh god I love you so much. Look at fucking your cunt in the air. I haven't started beating you behind yet. With that said, the leather belt cracks, and the sting tears into your ass. Oh God Daddy Please. Please, I do what you say, Oh God please.

You can't help yourself can you, now fuck your self on this belt. Flinching from the beating your cunt pushes down into the mattress fucking it, I your cunt part and drool from your pussy is throbbing being forced to hump in rhythm to each delicious sting from me whipping your cunt and narrow behind. Your buttocks reddened in patches of blister welts that sting as I kneed your tender soar behind like it were dough, while you lay fucking yourself flinching, whimpering, your vagina cumming like a broken spigot.

Put your dress on. I'm gonna take you outside and fuck you.

I can't Daddy. I'm afraid. I so embarrassed, I can't.

What!

You begin to cry as you think about my evil fat doggy dick fucking up inside intestines, as your ram yourself on my cock in public.

But I can't. Please I'm begging you. Oh God I'm a mess.

Taking the long thin black neck tie off the night stand it looks more like a dog leash wrapped around your throat.

The silently I lead you down the hall, we've barely made it out the door and to the end of the sidewalk . . . over there by the trees . . . Cock sucker, get on your knees.

Obediently, nervously, whorishly you follow my instruction.

Grabbing the bottom of your garment I toss it up above your hips. Bend over and suck, you goofy little whore.

There you go. The the green garment is hiked up above your waist, your buttocks tremble as you toot your tiny sphincter hole up at me. You little whore.

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. Oh God what was that Charlie, oh God Charlie I can't believe you're going to make me fuck you like a dog.

I haven't put me dick in and you're cumming already. Suck my dick. Yeh there that's enough, now I'm gonna fuck your tiny ass hole.

Oh God its so big.

You back into my knob of my swollen penis, and it pokes into your ass. Then holding your tummy with one hand, you tilt you forward and my cock head enters your anus, as you sink your buttocks back pushing me up your ass. The I cup your vagina in the palm of my hand pushing my finger inside I massage your throbbing wet cunt while you anal fuck yourself on my cock. As we fuck my cock up your ass, your arms stretch back and wrap clasped around the back of my neck, and I bite over neck, licking and nipping your on ears. You murmur fixated on the feel of my cock and bounce your butt on my hard muscular thighs. The sound of your murmurs are interrupted in silenced as once again a car whimpers and groans its way down the street. Its passing headlights reveal the shadow two silhouettes entangled in the dark like statuesque ornaments on the lawn. 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.

The fat long hose of my penis still lodged up your rectum begins to throb and pump its urine in you stomach in billows of piss that fill your intestines. You squeeze your cunt lips tightly on my fingers while you fuck yourself with the neighbors peeping out into the dark, watching as you cum. And as the warm stream of piss flows filling up your tummy, you can feel the warmth that flushes through me while your ass hole drinks up every drop, and it makes your cunt violently throb and convulse while you suck. Oh Charlie that's so delicious. Uuumm it feels so good.

Suck my dick.

Oh God yes. That's it baby.

Uncorking my prick form the grasp of your shit hole, your anus opens pouring the warm piss down your legs in streams while you stand there savoring the feel of your throbbing cunt in a puddle of piss on the lawn.

Obediently, kneeling down to my cock, you hold onto my thighs, opening your mouth, you take my cock between your slurping it inside your mouth.

All right you little dick licking whore. That's enough.

You blush feeling the trickle of piss still pouring from your ass, as you walk. Upon entering the house you light a candle, the dim glitter of a candles flickering halo casts shadows upon the walls, and the silhouettes almost indistinguishable from the furniture in the room.

Quietly laughing to yourself as you lay across the bed watching the flickering light dance upon the ceiling, you reminisce about how good it felt fucking yourself all over my cock, fingers and mouth. Its so crazy how I make you cum, and cum, and cum. Staring in the mirror at your cunt, you press your thighs together squishing your cunt lips you hump taking in the feel of the warm goo of our after fuck. Parting your legs, you watch amazed at the ooze of cum drooling 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, you curiously watch as your hands spreads apart your buttocks. Startled by the gush of urine still pouring in streams of urine still from your sphincter, you watch as it seeps down over your thigh and pear shaped ass, the fluid gathering into a dark puddle of piss on the bed.

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, watching 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.

Then as if in peculiar dream that you've had many times before, a genteel bounce has interrupted your sleep, as you wake to see Sue slink into bed, pinning your arms down to the mattress, while she sniffs at your mouth. The pungent aroma of your breath smells like the dog wood trees in bloom in the spring. You cock sucking little whore . . . you've been licking my man's dick, haven't you, you dick licker. Tell me! Did you put Charlie's penis in your mouth? Did you swallow his piss . . . don't lie to me, you disgusting little ass eating little bitch.

Look at you laying there pissing on yourself. I'm surprised you don't have a turd hanging on the end of 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 out tense, her slender arms push, but she's can't get nowhere. She's frozen motionless gasping, gulping on her breath as the heat from your kiss travels through her fucking her head tingling at the back of her skull. I eeeeeee . . . you dog dick breath little bitch. What the fuck. 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 after I'm done, I'd use your lips for a piece of toilette paper to wipe my dirty ass. How could you do this to me, bitch? I told you I wanted fuck myself on Daddy's big fat cock 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 go get the neighbor's two German Shepards and make take turn funking you in you mouth and let them poke big dicks up your nasty ass, you bitch. Around and around they go, and where they fuck you, nobody knows.

Your cunt spread apart your vulnerable to get fucked in anyway she wants. You begin to whimper and cry at the thought of the neighbor's two huge vicious dogs take turns both humping their huge dicks inside up you. You quiver from the sight each two big dogs one dog straddling over you, dogs penis humping its sperm in your mouth, while the other humps its big dick up you ass hole. And around and around they go both fucking you at the same time each one taking its turn to fuck you in your mouth and deep up your inside your intestines over and over again, until your mouth and anus are numb and full of dog dick cum. Please, no. Oh God! I'll be good, please. I promise, oh God no. Please don't.

Bitch! Are you cumming on yourself? You are so fucked up, you nasty whore.

Bowing down, sniffing at your cunt. Look at you, you're cumming on yourself. She massages her finger in your wet cunt, while your murmur your plead in whispers. Then she pushes ramming her finger up your cunt with punch on vaginal lips. The fear and your throbbing cunt take over you, as she pumps in and out, churning her fingers while she plays with your uterus. Then take she take a wet finger from your cunt and presses against your perineum until she's made your thighs tremble, then she shoves it up intestine.

Do you like that you dog dick eating bitch?
Uh huh.

You do? I like it too. Tell me you like doggy dick.

Almost laughing as you lay there cumming on yourself and trying to speak, you obey. I like doggy dick.

Say. I wanna suck a dog cock, and make his dick cum all in my mouth. Say it bitch.

Please don't make me. I'm afraid. Don't make me suck those dog cocks. Oh God, I'm afraid of those dogs.

Aw. You want some doggy dick, Ok. I'll be right back. And when I get back I'll let until you've got a big nasty mouth full dog sperm. Hope you're hungry, bitch. But if you're not, I can always make them fuck you up your ass.

Lick my fingers. Suck them, you horny bitch.

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

Yes, suck it. You dumb fuck. You're licking your own shit, and your nasty ass is cumming on yourself.

Then turning her attention to your toy box, rambling through it, Sue pulls out a fly swatter.

Guess what? I think I see a fly, and it landed on your smelly twat.

No! No don't please.

What's wrong? Is daddy's little cock sucker is crying cause I'm gonna beat her cunt?

Ok, you talked me out of it. Anyway I was just kidding. I'm not going to beat your cunt with a fly swatter. I'm going to beat your nasty twat with a ridding crop.

Oh God! Please don't. Oh God please. .

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

I'll be good.

I know you'll be good, and you're also going to need a kotex for your bloody cunt when I'm done.

Searching around for the panties you were wearing, she find them in blankets on the bed and stuffs them in your mouth.

You've got yourself latched to the bed and helplessly all can do is watch. Gently slapping your face with the ridding crop, she smiles. You body spasms in a tense involuntary wincing fuck, as she draws back the riding crop. The whirling sound of the riding crop whistles and then the sudden shock wrenches though you, ravaging your vagina in throbbing heat that echoes deep inside your cunt. Involuntarily you fuck and hump at the riding crop as you twist trying to avoid cunt ache being administered upon you. Your escape is to no avail, the ridding crop beats repeatedly punishing over your thighs and sobbing vagina, but with each smack that crashes down on you, searing throbs convulse in rushing whirls of confusing delicious sensation in your vagina.

All you can do is cry murrmur, sucking on your dirty drawers, confused by the pleasure aching between your legs causing your hips to involuntarily fuck and writhe.

What's wrong boohoo? Look at that sobbing little cunt. Did you enjoy fucking yourself on the riding crop, yes fuck it.

Sue watches your quivering cunt spewing its climax onto the bed as the whelps push themselves' up on flesh. She massages your reddened, tender soar vaginal lips.

Then poking her fingers up inside your sobbing soar vagina, and as she massages pumping in your cunt. The pain has become delicious throbs of heat, you begin to fuck her fingers and as she pumps inside you, your hip hump to accommodate the delicious sensation of her probe. Watching you cum on her hand her knuckles are completely drenched in your cunt.

Do you like that bitch?

What are you doing? Startled by the closeness of my voice, Sue and booboo turn their heads and gawk at the muscular figure blocking the doorway. Before either one them can speak, my hands pull Sue by her hips, watching in the mirror. Looking up at the huge erection bobbing up and down along the crevice of Sue's buttocks, taking the erection in my hand its bulbous cock head is pointed at the mouth of her rectum, and as it rubs against her a moan escapes their lips. Oh God, it feels so good. Tooting her behind out to catch my cock in her anus mouth, she braces herself above Halle's face, and shudders watching her sphincter lips push apart. Her body tightens focused on the heat throbbing in her vagina she tries not to cum on herself as she sees her ass hole getting stuffed full of cock, and trying suck and swallow on the huge piece of cock meat pushing its way up her intestines. Oh god, oh God, oh God, please, its to big.

Terrified at the thought of her ass hole being brutally fucked and left bloody and torn. Her legs tremble from the heat shooting through her throbbing cunt, as she takes the huge knob of my cock in her hands and guides it to safety between her greasy vaginal lips. Sinking down fucking the large cock up her cunt, like you she's already cumming on herself as she fucks herself on my cock. Her swollen vaginal lips parts and lick, smearing its cunt butter on Halle's nose. Oh daddy that feels so incredible. Oh God I can't believe it. As Sue humps churning her behind to swallow each inch of my cock, her clitoris pulses out it goo dripping it onto Halle's nose. Do you like that bitch, here's some more. Oh yes, fuck it. Sis ah. Arching her back, she stirs her cunt and begins to fuck herself on your little nose. Then as if some kind of clever wrestling move my cock head plops out, slapping spattering's globs of her delicious vaginal butter on Halle's forehead. Delighted and nearly fucked unconscious, she huffs and puffs hovering focused on the intense throbs that involuntarily ride inside her twat. She bends her head down to look between her legs at Halle's lathered face. I hope you like sea food. Watching herself rub her cunt on Halle's nose she can see the panties pop out of Halle's mouth and fall lain like a choke chain across Halle's throat. Halle's open mouth trying lick, swallowing the cum from the horny throbbing cunt fucking her face. Oh daddy that feels so good.

Her small hands reach between her legs pulling, milking my scrotum with ehr fingers, until the huge warm fleshy sack hangs shoot its load of sperm draining its sperm in her cunt. Oh yes, that's it. Sis ah. She shudders pounding my cock up her cunt, forgetting to breath, she rams and gasps for air fucking herself crazy on my cock, until the delicious throbbing has stopped. Don't stop, oh yes, that's it. Oh Daddy that was so good. Then bowing your head down, looking between her legs. Halle's shinny face stares at Sue's sopping wet vagina. Taking a last fuck to savor the sensations of fucking herself on my cock, she uncorks yourself, the pouring rush of sperm splashing down all over Halle's face and lips. Then taking her taking her fingers and wiping the semen from around Halle's mouth she navigates the globs semen inside Halle's open mouth as Halle gasps choking, drowning on the huge spasm of sperm.

Well Halle, since you're already laying there looking like you could use a good fuck, you may as well suck this sperm off my limp dick and dangling balls.

Putting my drooling wet cock on your mouth, your mouth opens and silently you suck and slurp on the cum drenched cock and balls, fearfully trying to brace yourself on the straps, to allow me to push this huge cock all the way down your slender throat. Feeling somewhat rivaled by you gulping my thick wet cock down your throat. Sue bends over to kiss your cum drenched face, while she pushes her buttocks against my cock rubbing it between the crevice of her behind. Then, as she thinks about how vulnerable her tiny anus is to the penetration of my huge cock, but its to late. Her cunt feverishly throbs with excitement and fear from my wet cock head pushing into her sphincter. She's intoxicated by her throbbing twat and the sweet smell of my sperm mixed together with her cum on your face, her kisses suck and lick in orgasmic passion on your cum drenched mouth. Oh daddy, keep it right there. Sis ah, oh daddy, that feels so good. Feeling her anus lips pleasantly part from the huge cock being pumped up her rectum, her hips churn as her buttocks fuck my large cock deeper and deeper inside her until she can feel it comfortably rub fucking against her stomach. Looking down at your face she laughs and kisses, pushing her tongue in your mouth, astonished at the wonderful sensations shooting through her in hot pulsing shudders that cause her cunt to force her to pound my thick cock up her ass. Oh daddy, oh daddy, daddy. Oh yes, uuumm, its so big, so big, so big, aw yes. That's it, sis ah. Then trying to catch her breath from her spasming cunt, her vigorous fuck begins to subside. Slowly, she pulls herself forward watching in the mirror, savoring the sensations of her anal fuck, as she sees the huge stiff piece of meat come out of her ass. Then gratefully she kisses your mouth, uuumm I love you so much.

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my name is Charlie

Posted on 1994.10.13 at 20:44
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by, Charles Gilberg

Sun Publications from London England and a few of their wealthy clients stumbled onto me. I'm a freak of nature so they'd rather lie to you than to tell you what they know, or evil that they witnessed in how they came to know my secrets. I was born with a rare mixture of Nairobi African and Mediterranean proteins (CCR-5 chemokine receptor gene and pyrn) that make me immune to a lot of diseases that can be very deadly to most people. Its pretty simple what it does. I have the ability to metabolize salt, and because of it, I am immune to a lot of deadly diseases and plant toxins that ordinarily kill man. I've studied a lot a ancient writings about a people like me. And being like em made it easy for me to decipher their cryptic messages from a place that man calls paradise. But this story isn't about paradise.

It's rather awkward, and I'm clumsy at talking about my self. I know a lot more about myself than most people could imagine. I guess I should, but most people would contradict that. Wouldn't they.

I was raised by the man who helped my mother to murder my father's girl friend. And when it was done he 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?"

You'd think I was never loved before. But I don't have to tell you, the deeper the love, the deeper and more confusing the pain.

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. 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 aches and 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 the mutant gene does is produce the proteins that allows me to metabolize salt and gives me a high amount of hdl. Which makes a protein that attacks foreign ldl cholesterol. While the CCR-5 chemokine receptor gene, or carnivores protein that allows me to eat raw plants and meats without becoming ill.

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.

go to hell.

i wish i could tell you where i've gone. i wish i could tell you where i am. but in your thirst to punish me. to make me believe in what could not be. you gave me death.

from your hand you feed me poison. you watched me take a bite. the fear that chased your heart away, came flooding back in shame. the footsteps came crashing through the door that you keep locked inside your mind. you lost it. insane, you panicked, then lied.

my brother, i looked into your eyes. i saw the man that you despised, was me.

among the dead is where i wait. where i saw love, you feed me hate. these flames of hell, they have no mercy upon my soul. and as i take another breath. the ice cold waters upon my flesh, awaken me into this death that i've begun to live.

me

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 remember the feel of silence in my mind, something was wrong but I didn't . . . "Boy, you like dogs." "This is pepper." "Pepper's your roommate."

The back porch was is where I lived and slept with the dog Pepper, but I didn't mind. I did not see that insane white family anymore, and it was all right. It was cold outside on the screened in porch, but I had built a warm nest in the corner from news papers that were laid out for the dog. Finally I had silence, and in the cool morning air, I could listen to the birds chirping. It was as if they were welcoming me into their world, and I could look up from the floor and watch them fly by the huge screen window. Pepper would growl at the disturbance of our neighbors footsteps then he'd cuddle up to me, and at night he'd laughingly bark at the sounds that came from the alley, until Ervin would let him inside the house. Alone, I'd curl up on my news paper nest and sleep, and in the morning I'd wake and he'd be there. Sometimes I'd wake and find that a bird had nested upon me while I slept. Then all hell would break lose as Ervin would try to catch the bird, and when it was a bat Ervin was as mortified with fear, as a little girl as he'd try to catch the poor thing. I'd drink water and eat the scraps that Ervin threw out from Pepper's dog bowl, but most times Pepper got the best part of Ervin's garbage, and I'd to sleep hungry, and woke up and ate dogshit. I can't say that dogshit and dog food tastes worse than any of the garbage I ate when I lived with that white family. I had peace and it felt pretty good.

"Boy you didn't die yet." As if enamored by my perseverance, rather than washing me up in my weekly bath in a bowl on the porch. Ervin brought me inside his house, and gave me a bath in his bathtub, then fed me castor oil. Inside his home was a whole new world, it was hot as hell, and it smelled like sour cigarettes mixed with perfume mingle with the stench of little kids. Whatever he thought I had he didn't want get it. Everything there was so lifeless and fake. Even the dog was lavishing a fakish undaunted affection for this man. But since all we really wanted was food, I learned quickly how to fake it like Pepper, and it was as if me and Pepper had never known each other.

I didn't know Baba and Renee anymore, I really didn't want to know them. Somehow they just didn't matter to me. At most I was mildly fascinated by their emotional outbursts of laughter and anger over the most insignificant things. Like who got to pamper this smelly old fart named Ervin. It made absolutely no sense to me, nor did Baba's need to mother me, as if I were one of her creepy lifeless plastic dolls. There's no way in hell that these fools thought that this trifling comedy of self centered indulgence was love. But what the hell. When I was in the mood I'd play along with them.

For the most part I'd sit and stare out the window as if waiting for someone come take me home again, but I didn't know where home was. I'd try to see it in my mind, but somehow tears would always wash down my face. I didn't know why I was crying, but I could sit there for hours, watching as the day became night only to see rising in the sky again. And seeing the snowfall through the glass window the huge flakes were way much less menacing than the cold white ooze that tried to blow itself through the porch screen window. Baba would talk to me but the words that were once so meaningful had lost themselves to an emptiness. And I really 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.

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.

My sisters believe that I had a hard life because of what they don't understand about Ervin and my relationship. I'd sit on the floor watching Shirley Temple, and look at her life and how grand it was for her to be surrounded by a loving family, and I'd cry. Then I'd go outside and play . . . I'd climb the apple trees and eat apples. I'd climb the plumb trees and eat plumbs. I'd pick mulberries and raspberries from the bush. I had fun, then I'd sit down on the floor and watch Shirley Temple and cry. Then I'd go outside and look in the alley for a bicycle, and I'd fix it up, and sometimes I'd find two and three bicycles to work on. And I'd spend the whole day riding, and one day it hit me. I actually had more fun without a family. Wait a minute . . . I don't want a family. No I don't want a family if I can't have fun with em, cause I'm having a pretty good time all by myself.

Anyway. When I was about fourteen, Ervin threatened me and told me I'd have to kill him. I paid Ervin enough attention to know that it was time for me to leave home, cause this stuff was stupid. I was fourteen and horny as hell . . . and the little girls in high school were showing an interest in me, and all I could think about was sex. I would have fucked elephant cunt if I could have found some. Then there was my English teacher Ms. DeShields. Beautiful and black . . . oh god . . . every time I'd look at her, it would make me angry, I wanted her so bad. I wanted to fuck her like a little whore, and she knew it. There was nothing I could do to hide the huge bulge that was trying to burst through my pants. It was weird how we'd be in the classroom and she'd sit on the edge of her desk teaching a lesson and sarcastically say something to piss me off. And I'd study the curves of her black flesh, watching her nipples swell until they'd pop. She'd calm down and she'd laugh and pet me, which did nothing for my frustrated swollen cock. I was thoroughly intoxicated by her presents, and her smell. We even did a couple of plays together. I'd watch her dance, pumping her vagina until she'd cum and run off the stage. And when the frustration from working with her would cause me to snap at her she'd laugh, and I'd smirk at her for being such a silly little girl. As goofy as I was. I could not, not treat her like my woman, and when she'd speak to me. I would allow her to talk to me like a child. My solution for every problem that arose between me and her, was that I should fuck her little black ass. Women had become an intoxicating drug for me, and they seemed to love how I couldn't get enough of watching em play with my cock.

Then he accused me . . . Marylou, passed out on the basement floor and Ervin accused me of boinking the bitch. He knew that lying I was inflamed. I thought about it and decided if he were going to lie on me I'd tell a lie on him. If you want to kill your self then kill yourself but don't pick a fight with me, cause you want to take the cowards way out. The memories I've had to live with had become his need to apologize, and although I'm a little confused about my life. At least I've got enough sense to know there's nothing anyone can do about yesterday. So I'd rather do nothing rather than to live in regret.

Yesterday. It was 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 Priest and tried to convince me that there was something wrong with me, but I didn't care, I loved what I had become. I had become the lion among the lambs. And true to the nature of sheep Laverl's sons sought to kick me every chance they saw I was down. They hated my father too, but hated him long before they hated me, they said it was because they hate having a nigger around the house telling them what to do. And Laverl always loved it when her white sons would hug her, and whine about my negro father preaching to them. They'd tell her, "if he wants to preach, let him do it in that nigger church."

But her boyfriend Ervin was a nigger too, and they love him, cowardly Jewish kids have always had this love affair with criminals, and they get to do stuff with him that they'd never otherwise experience in their mundane life. And at the age of fourteen, with a height of 6' my brother Richard Gilberg was pretty tall for his age, and that meant he could get into the clubs and bars to hangout with Ervin as well as quite a few well known black celebrities. It was one of those perks that made the little Jew boys feel like somebody in their white neighborhood. And that's what you'd get hanging out with a black gangster, and for some reason the black entertainers seemed to gravitate to these white boys when they'd see them hanging out with black folk. I guess it meant that they had found acceptance from the white community, or something like that. And although my last name is Gilberg it was my brother Richard Gilberg who signed my birth certificate.

I guess some people would theorize that because of how I was mistreated as a child that I'd have issues of trust, but I don't have any issues of trust. I've never had anyone there to protect me when I was a child, and grewing up I had to protect myself, that's all. I learned to act naive, and its kinda like watching a lion eat straw along with the ox, I know what I am, but when people are out to harm you they always attack you where they believe you are the most vulnerable. Everything I do, I do to protect myself because I know that no one else will. And I've had to live like something other than what I am all of my life, but I am proud of my own magnificence as a human being. With all the lame promises that Caesar could pour out in tokens of generosity, you will never have another human creation like me.

Laverl's boyfriend has got three Negro daughters, Aldene, Erva and Connie, and when Laverl wasn't home his daughters baby sit me, but I watch em like I were watching television or I'd get bored and play by myself, while they eat popcorn and talk to boys. Watching em talk to boys didn't seem like much fun to me. To me my brother's and sister's life is a life of tokenism and they are proud of awards that could never mean anything to me. But if this is what makes them proud, then I'm proud for them too. But for me Paradise is nothing more than an exercise, and looking at them I could see that Paradise is something that I could easily lose if I were to try to be like someone that I'm not. Maybe I should feel hurt that they don't love me, but hell they don't love themselves and that cup of love is empty, and a token of love is a piss poor excuse for the real thing. And maybe it would give meaning to my brother's life if they could tell the world that I hate them, but the insult is that I am a lion among the lamb, and the lamb don't mean anything to me. The majesty that they worship in the lion is the thing that my brothers hate in me.

Laverl said it best when she called me an animal, cause it meant that I would never be socially acceptable. And in Laverl's eyes if you accepted me, you had become unacceptable to her, and there was a lot of strife in our household, so my father moved me in with him.

Ervin's daughter Aldene baby sat me the most. And Aldene's best girlfriend was my father's girlfriend. Aldene is an exceptionally beautiful black girl and her girlfriend is an equally beautiful biracial little girl with long soft hair, she and Aldene adored my father, and Aldene's best friend loved it when I'd call her Mommy. And although I didn't know my father very well, I never once doubted nor did it ever occur to me to considered whether or not my father loved me. I knew I was loved. And whenever I was with my Mommy, I knew without a doubt that I was loved. I could never get enough of my Mommy, my Mommy was my very best friend in all the world, she was amazingly attentive, and maybe a little bit needy, and I enjoyed every moment I'd spend with her.

"I'm hungry Mommy."

"What would you like to eat?" "Oh, Laverl we have to go to the store." "I have to get some milk for the baby."

"Jan you have milk." "Does Charlie eat cereal?" "I can fix it for him."

"We do? . . . Are you sure?" "We'll go to the store after you eat your breakfast, all right Charlie?"

"Awe right!"

I drag myself to the kitchen, and wrestle with the chair for a seat. Then patting me on the head Laverl leaves out the kitchen. I gawk at the soda-drenched cereal then take a taste . . . its nasty, but just sweet enough to palate. My Mom enjoyed feeding me, and I never really paid much attention to what we ate . . . sometimes my Dad soul say I was getting to big for that, and then he'd look at my Mom and smile. It always made him happy to see her happy, and that made me happy too.

"Hello?" "Hello?" A scholarly voice echoes in the hallway at the entrance to our apartment, accompanied by the clunking of footsteps.

"Oh!" "Jan, that's my boyfriend, Ervin." "You met him."

"Well! . . . You could have told me."

They say that Ervin's a gangster, but my Mommy doesn't trust him. Laverl's son Richard even showed his friends Ervin's gun, and now all the kids in their neighborhood hang out at Richard's house so they can look at the Gangster. Ervin likes being a gangster, because people don't believe it, but they're afraid of him too. But I don't like him cause he acts like he's cute and like everything that comes out of his mouth is what everybody wants to hear, and he always wants me to do what he says . . . he's not my Dad.

My Dad, they said he was handsome, they say I inherited my Dad's rusty butt too. I don't know . . . all I know is he enjoyed himself a good cowboy movie. And on the weekends when he didn't have to go out of town to work, we'd sit around and watch television. He never said much, but there was this rodeo show that came on the television, and we sit there watching, and laughing at the rodeo clowns. I didn't understand too much about cowboys and stuff. But I enjoyed the rodeo clowns they were running, and at first they'd chase the bull, and then the bull would chase after them and the clown would jump into the barrel, . . . and then the bull would push the barrel around until another clown came. It was amazing how they did that, it was so funny.

From behind the kitchen chair I watch frustrated, as the tall dark figure enters our home. Laverl pops up form my father's armchair like a puppy eager to meet it's master. I a gesture of obedience she offers him a kiss on the lips. Undaunted by her touch . . . he stands there preoccupied fixated staring at my Mom and with his right hand inside his suit pocket. As he turns stepping toward the couch where my mother sat . . . I lose sight of him, but I can hear everything he and my Mommy are saying. "Hi Ervin! . . . We weren't expecting guests this early." "Stop!" "What are you doing?" "Laverl?" "Help me!" "Please!" "Stop it!"

From the kitchen I can see Laverl clutching onto her stomach . . . crouching to the floor on her knees, she begins to moan. "Oh God!" "Oh God please!"

Hurdling myself to the floor . . . "My Mommy!" . . . racing into the living room . . . I am halted by confusion. The tall dark figure has turned angrily to Laverl. "Shut up bitch!" "You wanna be next?"

Rocking back and forth on her knees as if she's about to vomit. "No, no, no!" "I don't want to die!" "Please." "Oh, Ervin please!"

Over by the couch my Mommy is standing there, her body slightly crouched, and leaning forward . . . steadying herself to keep from loosing her balance . . . she lifts her hand to her chest where it rests just beneath her breast. The sparkling diamond ring upon her finger sustains my attention as blood crosses over it trickling down her delicate hand. There's blood on Ervin's clinched fist and on the shiny silver object in his hand.

Glancing in my direction, and then staring back into Ervin's face . . . "I'm all right Charlie." "Don't let my baby see me like this." "Go outside and play Charlie." "Ok?"

Then breathless she drops to the couch, quietly sitting there. And as I watch the tears fall from her eyes, and I can't understand why she's crying . . . I can't leave her . . . I can only watch as my Mommy lays back against the cushions, struggling to draw breath into her lungs. Then her breath becomes a whimpering of little hiccups, and silently, motionlessly she drifts off to sleep. I guess Ervin had been there studying me trying to figure out reaction . . . I don't know what he expected to see me do, but seeing me look at the door, he laughs. "Hold him . . . Don't let him move." Folding the shinny object into its slender black case . . . he places his fingers against my mother's throat. And with a single bound he lunges toward the door locking it shut. He walks in the bathroom where he studies his face in the cabinet mirror, as if wondering what he felt . . . you could see it in his eyes, he was trying to figure out if he felt anything at all . . . quietly washing his hands in the face bowl. Why didn't the blood he rinsed from his hands mean anything to him? I saw him talk to my Mommy before . . . he liked the slender biracial woman, but not enough to stop him from doing what he'd just done.

Startled by a clunking sound coming from within the hallway . . . Ervin quietly sneaks across the room to the door, where he patiently listens to the noise. I can tell from the sound of the footsteps that its Gerald, his two-year-old body has been trapped by the height of the stairs. Once he's made his way up the steps usually my Mommy has to carry him back down. Its funny because Gerald never had a problem backing down the last three steps to our house, and sometime he could be quite insistent on trying to climb down the steps on his own . . . but we fell down the stairs once before, and after that my Mommy always carried him down to the last three steps. She said I was to big to carry that far, so she'd hold my hand and walk me down.

With his hand once again reaching inside his suit pocket Ervin waits . . . then abruptly flings the door open and with the demeanor of a car salesman greeting a perspective client . . . he looks down into the face of the small black child . . . curiously he study's the boys face as if to ask why the child why are you here . . . you've got to know that you don't belong here with these folk. "Hey son!" "Come here!" Tenderly lifting the boy into his arms. "Let me show you something." Without a whimper the small child lets Ervin carry him into our home. "Yeah, there you go!" Ervin was stunned by how disarming his charm was to children . . . and adults alike. As Gerald's eyes study over Ervin's face, seeking emotions for reassurance . . . the man who looks like him smiles, and then turns his attention to the room . . . looking around preoccupied with thought. "Hey son! You want to play? Let’s bounce on the bed." "Laverl, take the boy in the kitchen."

"Which one?"

"Well I'll be damned? Your son!" "What the hell do you think?"

Lifting me up in her arms . . . for the first time that I could remember in my short life, her hand tenderly press my head against her shoulder. "What do you want me to do with him?"

"Let him play with some matches." With a smirk he "Sorry, Charlie!"

Once again the water is running in the bathroom, while the woman who told me to call her Mother is focused impatiently rambling through the kitchen drawers . . . thinking and rethinking, as if confronting herself . . . asking herself why she can't make a decision . . . and then the words burst from her lips. "I can't find any." "Oh, I found them."

"Show him how to light them!"

Fumbling pushing open the wooden package, its set before me on the white flamica table, where once again I'm seated. In a nervous presentation, one of the sticks is taken out and scratched against the side of the box. It ignites, hissing at me as it burns. "Here now you try." My Mommy lied to me, she's never lied to me before. She's not all right!

"My Mommy's bleeding."

The tiny wooden crate slips from within her trembling grasp, crashing to the table then bouncing off, it tumbles down to the floor, spilling out its contents.

"God damn, won't you just shut up!" "Your Mommy is all right!" "She said so, remember?" That's all she'd ever do is yell and lie . . . she didn't like me . . . she wanted me to be more like my "brother" Richard. But Richard's friends didn't like me cause they said I was a nigger.

"No!" "I saw it." "My Mommy's bleeding!"

"Hey Laverl, get the kid a damned band aid." "That's all right . . . I got 'em." Ervin enters the kitchen wearing my father's black suit, and carrying a tin of bandages. "Here you are." Sticking my had out . . . "Now!" "You get these after you light a match."

"Ok!" Then he retreats back into the living room. And although I agreed to the exchange, my three year old dexterity cannot comprehend how to manipulate the cumbersome twigs to get them to make a light, but I've gotten pretty good at breaking them.

Entering the kitchen again . . . "What!" "You still haven't lit one." "Ok son!" "I'll give you one more chance." Pointing at the stove . . . "All you have to do is turn that knob, right there." "Can you do that?"

"I can do that!" I take hold of the large button and turn, but it doesn't move, so I pretend as though it does. "There!"

"Damn! Boy!" "What can you do?" "Here, get out the way." Grabbing me by the head, guiding me out of his way . . . he stoups investigating the knobs, impatiently looking up at Laverl whose intently looking down at him, studying his every move. "Woman get outta here . . . and leave the boy right where he is."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Take the newspapers from that stand over there by the sofa . . . and spread em around on the floor."

"What?"

"You heard me!" With a smirk he smiles as if laughing to himself about a joke he just heard. "Boy, hand me a match."

I take one of the sticks from the floor, and turn toward the man standing at the kitchen stove. The blue flame is pouring up toward the ceiling. "Now put it in there." Directing me to put the match inside the fire. And as I do the red tip of the stick fizzles sprouting a yellow illumination that blackens the stick as it burns. "Put some more in there." "Is that all you can hold." "Put em in there." "Hurry up boy! You want those band aids don't you?" "I'll give em to you as soon as you get finished." "Let me know when you get finished" . . . he's gone . . . so pretending to take up all the matches from off the floor, with both hands I hurtle the imaginary objects onto the stove, then gallop into the living room. "All finished!"

"Is that right?"

"Yep!"

In the living room Laverl nervously stands there staring at Ervin rumbling through our house, tossing papers around on the living room floor. With a long paper torch in his hand Ervin hurriedly touches it's flame onto the curtains and wall paper. Then balling up a piece of news paper he tosses it to me. "Here, kick that around." Kicking the flaming paper ball back and forth on the floor. "What's the matter with you boy, you don't want to play with me."

Then leading me by the hand to the my bedroom door. "Hey Charlie!" " Where's your friend?" "I think he's hiding under the bed."

Standing behind me, he pushes to door open and I look inside. But the bedroom where I once played is glowing with fire. Its yellow flames have melted my box of toys . . . turning the wall and white curtain into billows of gray black ashes and smoke. Guiding me by the head, Ervin gives me a shove, and before my foot can take a step to enter the room, with a whoosh the door slams itself shut, pushing me out. "Mommy, mommy!" I race over to her side. But she's still asleep.

"Damn!" Ervin jerks his hand from the doorknob. Startled, his heart races in panic . . . and somewhat annoyed at his own fear, he reaches into the bathroom taking the tin of bandages from off the sink. Looking around, the smoke has driven Laverl onto the stars in the hallway where she whispers, calling Ervin's name. Without a word, looking at the couch as it slowly begins to burn, Ervin tosses the tin of bandages at me, and with a snarling click from the latch the hallway door bangs closed . . . they're gone.

Laverl Marcie Snapko, born May 18, 1923

After my mother's death, Laverl was incarcerated in Ionia State Mental Institution, where she finally got that ass whipping that she so desperately deserved. And she fell head over heels in love with Sandy, the woman who beat her silly White ass. Proverbs 26.3 A whip for a horse, a bridle for the ass, and a rod for a fool's back. (literally, a fool is a bean, a bean will flourish in hard rocky soil, but does not fare well in rich fertile soil) And believe it or not the Proverbs concerning a fool are not meant to be spiteful or cruel, it is simply telling you what a fool enjoy's, and warning you that if a fool does not get what they enjoy they will get in trouble.

~*~

even the stones cry out

because they have been walked upon too

I do not have the dumb luck of David. And David was a man who constantly did everything wrong, but because in his heart he meant to do well he prevailed. But even with God on his side eventually David lost everything, because his dumb luck was not enough.

And it is David's dumb luck that caused Solomon to constantly reflect upon and question his father's foolishness, and Solomon became the wisest of men. And how dumb was David, Solomon was working in the vineyard one day and it occurred to him just how foolish his father was.

Song of Solomon 1:6-7 Look not upon me because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me. My mother's children were angry with me. They made me the keeper of the vineyards. But mine own vineyard have I not kept. Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth. Where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon. For why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions.

Anyone who knows me and my family can tell you that this is how I grew up, and this is the man I became.

John 19:26 "Woman behold thy son!"

Psalms 68:5 "A father of the fatherless, and a judge of the widows, is God in his holy habitation."

Luke 2:47 "And all that heard him were astonished at his understanding and answers."

Luke 2:48 "And when they saw him, they were amazed: and his mother said unto him, Son, why hast thou dealt with us thusly? Behold, thy father and I have sought thee sorrowing."

Luke 2:49 "How is it that ye sought me?"

Matthew 16:18 "And I say also unto thee. That thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church; and the gates of hell will not prevail against it."

Matthew 26:75 "And Peter remembered the word of Jesus, which said unto him. Before the cock crow, thou shalt deny me thrice. And he went out, and wept bitterly."

I guess you could say that hell will not prevail, because the devil loves tears.

And now you know why Mother Mary cries.

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i am the rapture consumer of death and disease.

some people want you to want what they want. but, if i wanted everything that anybody else wanted me to want my mind wouldn't have a bit of peace for worrying about all the things i'd want. lol. out of all the creatures in god's world, man is the only one foolish enough to have a devil

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sweet red wine

From Halle Berry to Jessica Alba, the most famous female golfers aren't on LPGA tour
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Jessica Alba as Sue Storm and Halle Berry as Ororo Munroe / Storm
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Jessica, and Halle Run/Walk For Revlon

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~ pink and blue silhouettes ~

Parliament Funkadelic. Drama is an Art form, not a life style.

this story is about me enjoying the beautiful women around me, and enjoying these ladies enjoying themselves

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my name is Charlie

papu

go to hell.

me

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even the stones cry out

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2009.01.11 @ 07:13

2007.06.29 @ 14:10

2001.08.14 @ 21:45

1994.10.13 @ 20:44

some people want you to want what they want. but, if i wanted everything that anybody else wanted me to want my mind wouldn't have a bit of peace for worrying about all the things i'd want. lol. out of all the creatures in god's world, man is the only one foolish enough to have a devil

growing up a rapture

resentment

cold war

me

what two things did whitney houston and princess diana have in common?

sweet red wine

From Halle Berry to Jessica Alba, the most famous female golfers aren't on LPGA tour~*~Jessica Alba as Sue Storm and Halle Berry as Ororo Munroe / Storm ~*~Jessica, and Halle Run/Walk For Revlon

dreams

~ pink and blue silhouettes ~

Parliament Funkadelic. Drama is an Art form, not a life style.

this story is about me enjoying the beautiful women around me, and enjoying these ladies enjoying themselves

by nerdyguyanon

papu

go to hell.

me

~*~

even the stones cry out

From Halle Berry to Jessica Alba, the most famous female golfers aren't on LPGA tour
~~
Jessica Alba as Sue Storm and Halle Berry as Ororo Munroe / Storm
~~
Jessica, and Halle Run/Walk For Revlon