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 Letter to Momma
   By Bruce the Las Vegas Lipsmacker
   (M, g, nc, oral, first)
   Maleea had a secret and she decided it was time to tell her mother about
it.  She had tried many times in the past but always backed down at the
last second.  Her mother was always happy, she loved her job, her house and
her new husband.  Her mother waited seven years to remarry after Maleea's
dad had died.  He had come to the U.S.  first while his wife Liza was
still, pregnant with Maleea, in the Philippines.
   She was their first and only child.  Two years later his family joined
him, sadly a few months after their reunion he died in a work related
accident.  His life insurance and the court settlement helped his wife and
daughter survive but, she was still a young woman and very lonely.  Her
long straight black hair and slight body, attracted many suitors.
   Her friends introduced her to an older, wealthier man.  Fred was only
the second man she had ever loved and the only white man she had ever been
with.  He was a giant, standing 6 foot 7 and weighting 300 pounds.  Her
first husband was only a little bigger than she was and she was a little
thing at only 5 foot 2 and weighing less than a 100 pounds.
   After dating Fred Kunkle for a year, Liza decided that he would be a
good provider and father to her nine year old daughter.  Liza was 29 when
they married, Fred was 49.  That was four years ago.  Things started
happening immediately, that Liza was oblivious too but that made Maleea
feel uncomfortable and sad.  Liza loved being a nurse, Fred ran his
business from home.
   "Dear Momma." the letter started.
   A few weeks after I turned 9 you married Fred.  You were so happy but I
wasn't.  You asked me to call him daddy but I couldn't, he is not my daddy.
When you were dating him he never looked at me but as soon as we moved into
his house I felt his eyes on me all the time, especially when I wore shorts
or a skirt.  He was always trying to hug me and pick me up.  I didn't like
it momma and I told you so.  But, you told me that he hugged me because he
liked me and he wanted me to like him.
   He was so big and old that he scared me.  When I went to bed or took a
shower I felt someone was watching me.  Recently he showed me tapes of when
I was nine years old, changing clothes in my room and showering and even
using the restroom.  He told me, that for the first several weeks we lived
here, he would go into his den and play with himself as he looked at those
tapes.
   Momma, didn't you ever notice that he wanted to be left alone with me?
Didn't you notice a change in me?  Didn't you notice that I wasn't as happy
as before?  All you cared about was your happiness.  We were only here a
few weeks when he started touching me.  First my bottom then my private
area.
   Later, when I turned ten he noticed my boobies growing, even before I
did.  He made me show him my little boobies, I cried because I didn't want
him to see them.  Even when you were home he would pat and squeeze my
bottom when you weren't looking.  In the morning when you went to work he
would walk into my room and feel me between my legs.  I told him no but, he
told me to shut up.
   He said I was living in his house and he could touch me whenever he
wanted to.  He said that he had never touched a nine year old pussy before
and that he had always wanted too.  He called the private area, between my
legs, a pussy.  He would touch it while drinking his morning coffee.
   He liked to hold it and rub it while looking at my face.  He taught me
how to kiss.  I always thought my first kiss would be with a boy my age. 
He would stick his tongue in my mouth and I would stick mine in his.  I
would pretend I was kissing a boy I liked in my class and not him.  Freddy
would play with my vagina while we kissed.  I didn't like it, then I liked
it, then I was confused.
   After awhile, I did not object at all.  But, that was a mistake because
then he wanted to start licking my vagina.  And he did, momma.  Every
morning when you left the house he would lick my vagina and butt hole until
I was very wet.  I cried the first three or four times he did it but then,
I taught myself to go somewhere in my mind and before I knew it, he was
done.
   I was very frightened but after several times I began to relax.  The
feeling he gave me made my body squirm and tingle, I couldn't move.  I
didn't like him but I liked the strange new feeling.  It felt very good
then after I settled down I felt very guilty.  He was a married man, he was
married to you, mom.
   One time, after we had been in his house for about two months, he walked
into the hallway restroom while I was in the shower.  You were out in the
backyard, near the gazebo talking to our neighbor.  He pulled the shower
curtain back and stared at me, I was only nine years old, mom.
   That was the first time I saw his thing.  He unbuttoned his pants then
unzipped them.  I started crying as he took out his thing and shook it in
front of me.  It was very big.  White stuff shot out of it.  I cried
against the wall because it shot far and almost hit my body.  He smiled
then walked to the small window and saw you walking towards the house.  He
told me not to say anything as he walked out.
   I kept my mouth shut but I was very afraid of your big husband. 
Everything on him was very big.  Another time, you went to the store
without telling me you were going.  We had been living in his house for
about four months.  I was used to him touching me, staring at me and
licking me but not what he did next.  He pushed my door open so fast and
violently, that the knob left a small dent in my wall.  He pulled me off my
bed where I was doing my home work and had me kneel in front of him.
   He had never done that before and I thought he was very angry.  He
unzipped his pants and pulled out his big thing then started moving his big
hand back and forth over it.  I looked up at him and I was crying.  I asked
him where you were but he just told me to stop crying.  He rubbed and
rubbed his thing just inches from my face.  He told me to sing that
Christmas song, while he stroked himself, the one we were singing that
winter just before we moved into his place.  Jingle bells.
   ~~~Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way.  Oh what fun it is to
ride in a one.............~~~
   He smiled just like he smiled when he first heard us sing that song. 
You didn't know, but that's why I don't like singing that song with you
anymore, mom.  As I sang, his white stuff flew out of his thing.  It hit me
on my face and mouth.  But, he told me to continue singing as stuff kept
coming out of his thing.  His white stuff went everywhere, momma.  Even on
my hair and on the pretty pink blouse you bought me.
   Another time, after about six months of living in his house, he told me
to put his ugly thing in my mouth.  I didn't want to do it, mom, but I did.
I hated doing it at first but, later after sucking it several times, I got
used to it.  We would take turns, first he would lick me then I would suck
him.  At first I felt terrible then, excited then, after we were done I
felt terrible again.  I stopped being a happy little girl, mom.
   Most of the time, when I would suck him, I would be on my knees and he
would either be standing or sitting on his chair.  After a while, he would
just pull out his thing in front of me and I would suck.  While I was
sucking him he would tell me bad things about you, mom.  He would hold my
head and play with my hair and tell me what he would do to you, while you
and him were alone in your bedroom.  I know you like to suck him and eat
his white stuff.  I know you like to have his thing in your butt.  I know
you like him to pull your hair while he spanks you.
   At first he would make me swallow his white stuff right away.  I don't
know why but he called it come.  Come is a verb, isn't it?  Semen a noun,
right?  Anyway, later, he made me show him his stuff, before swallowing. 
Then after that, he made me gargle with it.  Then, spit it on a plate and
lick it up again.  Sometimes, he would pull his thing out of my mouth and
come on my cupped hands.  But, no matter what I did with it, I still had to
eat it.
   Your husband's semen has always been in my stomach and most of the time
when you were at work, or at the store, or visiting your friends.  Many
times, I would be sitting on your husband's face.  He told me to wear
skirts at home, remember, I always had on skirts?  I would pull my panties
to the side and squat on his face or put my pussy near his tongue whenever
he felt like licking it.  Sometimes, I wasn't in the mood but, I learned
that my feelings didn't matter.
   As time went by he didn't have to say a word, he'd open his mouth, just
stick out his tongue and flick it.  When I saw that, I knew what he wanted.
One time I didn't wash, it didn't smell good at all.  I did it on purpose
to try and make him stop but all he did was slap my face and send me
upstairs to shower.  Remember, when I began taking two showers a day?
   Mom, I have to tell you that three months before I turned 10, Freddy put
his penis in me.  It took a long time to get it in and it hurt very much.
He put me on the sofa in his den.  When he called, I thought he wanted me
to suck him again.  By that time I didn't mind at all.  I had gotten so
good that I could make him come in a few minutes.  Then I would go back to
playing, doing homework or watching TV.
   But, he had other plans for me on that day.  He pulled my pants down
then, my panties.  I tried to stop him, mom, but he over powered me.  He
kneeled, on the floor, between my open legs.  I glanced at his thing then
covered my face with my hands.  I was shaking, mom.  It took forever to get
his thing in me.
   He tried to rock it in but, he couldn't get it in.  He pushed hard.  I
was crying but he didn't care.  Your pussy is too tight!  He yelled.  The
pain was the worse thing I ever felt in my life.  I could tell he wasn't
going to stop until he got what he wanted.  Finally, after what seemed like
forever, he got in.
   He lifted me up in the air, I hugged him, I had no choice.  He walked me
around his den with his thing in my body.  He lifted me up and lowered me
on his hard thing, over and over.  He kissed me a lot as I cried.  It hurt
bad, mom.  I could tell by looking at his face that he felt wonderful.
   He never took his thing out of me until he came.  He laid me on the
floor and squatted over me, like if he was going to use the restroom in the
woods.  The heels of his big feet were by my hips.  He rocked his giant
body back and forth, in and out of my sore little hole.  He talked nice to
me and gently touched my face with his hand.  I was so confused, did he
hate me or love me?
   He told me I was pretty and that I wasn't a little girl anymore.  I was
laying flat on my back with my legs straight and barely open.  My arms
spread out and up by my head, totally in his control.  He didn't want me
covering my face anymore, he wanted to look at me.
   It was weird but I wanted to look at him too.  He kept on touching my
face and forehead as he moved his big body with his feet and hips.  His
thing moved in and out of me.  His entire weight was on his feet, the only
pressure I felt was the pressure of his thing opening and closing my
vagina. Does it feel like that to you too, mom?
   He stopped moving in and out of me, closed his eyes and shook.  He had
done that same thing many times when he would come in my mouth or on my
face so, I knew he had just come in my vagina.  I looked down and felt his
thing get super hard in me, it hurts when he comes, mom.  After he was done
he pulled it out fast.  I saw it bob like a piece of wood.
   He told me to point my toes towards the ceiling, while he took a seat on
the floor.  I laid there with my legs and feet pressed together, pointing
up.  He stared at my private area as I sniveled.  He told me he wanted to
see his come drip down and out of my pussy until it touched my butt hole. I
stood there until he saw what he wanted to see.  Then, he walked to his
restroom and told me to go take a shower.
   That was about three years and four months ago, mom.  He has had his big
hard thing in me many, many times.  Mostly in my room or his den. 
Remember, when I asked you for a lock, for my door?  Whenever you were at
work, he would just walk in my room and throw my homework or toy or
whatever I had in my hands on the floor.  Once the bed was cleared, he'd
get on the bed with me.
   I'd suck him or he'd lick me but he liked sticking his thing in me the
most.  Mostly, he would get on top of me and hold my legs up and back then,
put it in.  He called it fucking.  He'd say, time to fuck or I need a fuck.
When he was done with me, he'd get up and pull up his pants then walk out,
without saying a word.  When I sucked him, he liked to talk.  When he
fucked, he liked it very quiet.
   I tried to count all the times he had sex with me but, I lost count
after a hundred so, I stopped keeping track.  I don't like him at all, mom.
I wish you never married him.  I will hide this letter in your closet, then
call you from Robin's house, so only you can read it.  I hope you can
forgive me.  I forgive you.  I need you, mom.  Please believe me.
   I've been throwing up for the last few days.  Remember, that story you
told me about how you first knew that, you were pregnant with me?  I just
turned 13 a few weeks ago and I don't know what to do, mom.
   Love Maleea
   To be continued.............................................  
  
Letter to Momma