Little Strawberry (Mg NC, Pedo, Mole, Race, Pros, Oral, Face. F Drug)


"Yeah? Fuck!"  I grab my gat, and check the door.  "WHAT!?"

"Hey mistah," she looks shakilly around, "uh White."  Bad shakes, 
"K'nI cum in?"

"Sure," no need to ask what this is about.

She rubs her arm, dragging behind her, and a little girl gets towed 
in the door.  "K'mon!" she jerks her hard so I can get it closed.

"How much you need?" I shake my head, and wave them up the hall.

"Jus a Tase," she shivers uncontrollably.

"How much you got?" I know what that means too.

"I ken gicha money, I jus need a little taste to feel right, you know?"

I fall back on the sofa, and tuck my steel next to the cushion.  "Well,"
I look over at the tiny shadow hiding behind her short cutoff jean skirt.
Her skinny legs look like they spent the night in an ant hill, or she 
shaved with a brillo pad.  "Who do we have here?"  I soften my voice.  
"You don't have to be scared, sweetheart," I hold out my hand.

"Plese, mista White," her mother trembles, "I'll do anything you like,"
Her head twitches to the side, away, "I jus gotta feel right."  

I ignore her, "What's your name, honey?"  Her mother's obviously trying
to look all sexy, though she's thin enough, just a bit too scabby.

"Are you the Man?" her tiny voice pipes up, but I see a little eye peek
out.

"I've been called that," I laugh, "What do you mean by it?"

"I'a no?" a little shrug, "Mister Jackson toled us the man keeps us
down, and he look jus like you."

"Well," I chuckle, "That must be some other guy," and reach out for
the coffee table drawer, "But this helps."  I open the tin, and show
her, "You know what this is?"

She nods slow, "Mama's med'sen."

"That's right," I hold it up to her, "Come and sit with me while 
mama goes, and feels right."  I look up, "You can use my bathroom,"
I point.  "Come here," her momma's already gone, "Let me have a 
look at you."

Cute enough.  Her hair is pulled up at the top of her head in a
tail that's not plaited, but twisted together like a 2 strand
rope, held by a neon green tye with plastic balls dangling by
her ear.  Maybe 5, she smiles enough to see the little
gap in the top row of white where a tooth hadn't grown back 
yet, maybe or about 6?

"whuhH!"  The air falling out of mama's lungs echos in my
bathroom, and there's a soft thump from her slumping against the 
wall.  "eh!"  Not one of my regulars, I don't know her dose, but I 
hope she does.  Getting rid of bodies can be bad for business.

"You never did tell me your name," I turn off the big screen, 
"You can call me jack, if you like."

"Duh," she stutters a little, "Dunisha," shyly.

"Well, Danisha," I hold out my hand again, "You know
mama's gonna be in there a while, so why don't you have
a seat?"  Just the couch, I scoot over, and take her 
soft little hand.  Dark as it is, she's still as smooth
as any little girl.  "There," I pat her shoulder, "She
didn't have money for a babysitter either, eh?"

"I never get no sitter," she mumbles, and shrugs, "My 
Granma's out."

"That's okay, is your mom working?"

"Sometime," another shrug under my heavy hand, "Her 
friends come over, and bring her money."

"I bet," I rub it a lttle, "Do they play with mommy first?"

"Uh huh," she nods, not even looking at me.

"In her room?" I guess.

"Sometime," her head lolls a little, and just brushes
my hand with her cheek.

"And she closes the door," but you can hear them, 
"Right?

"Sometime," I rub her cheek with the back of my finger,
and she doesn't shy away.

"You're very pretty you know that?"  I let her turn to 
look at me, "I bet your mama was this pretty once."
I palm her smooth round face, and hold it, staring up 
at me.

"Yeah?" she smiles, puffing her cheek in my hand, and 
popping a little dimple in the other.

"Yeah."  I rub back, and curl my fingers behind her
neck.  "You ever watch mama play, with her friends?"

"You mean fuck."  She nods.  Not even a question, no
hesitation, or guilty grin saying such a dirty word
to a grownup.  Just conversational, really, like 
she was talking about smoking, or something.

"That's right," I smile, and nod, "You like to watch 
your mama fuck?"  for money.

"I'a no?" a shrug, and she turns away.  "it done look
like much fu'un."  She sniffs.

"How do you mean?"  I let my hand slide down her neck,
and rub it gently, careful not to tickle.

"Uh?" she thinks, "I guess the boys likeit, an she
says shit like 'yeah baby, fuck me, oh yeah, fuck me
big man!' but she done never smile even.  She jus look
bored."

"Huhaha," she looks up, "Well, you ever play with a ball?"

"Uh huh?" she shrugs under my hand, "I useta."

I rub gentle circles on her collarbone, "But you quit,
cause you done it so much it's no longer fun, right?" a
nod, so, "Well mama fucked a lot, you know that's how 
she got you, right?"

"Yeah," she looked down, "she toled me."

"It's okay!"  I pushed her chin up with my thumb, "I
bet she makes you feel bad about it, but it's really 
the most wonderful thing."  Her eyes looked wet.  "Look, 
when I first started selling, I got a little thrill
out of it, 'cause I knew it was wrong, and I could 
get caught.  Like cussin' in church, you ever tried 
that?"

She smiled guiltily, and looked down.

"Now, it's just business, you know?"  And I got 
to find bigger thrills.  "Don't let your mother
give you the wrong idea," I let my hand slide down
"About sex.  It's good, if you don't do to much."
Against her lap.

"Ok." she nods, and looks down.

"You ever tried kissing?"  My thumb started rubbing,
playing with the coarse terry of her skirt.  Like a 
tee shirt, only with an elastic hem around her waist,
the blue clashed with the green, and yellow hair bands,
but whatever.

"Uh uh?" she looked back up, but scooched a little 
from my rubbing the outside of her thigh. "I mean, I
kis my mama goodnight, but tha's it."

"How 'bout a boy, you ever want to kiss a boy?"

"Not really?" she looked up, "I done thin?" In
her head.

"Never really thought about it," I don't know when I 
started leaning in myself, but now her big dark
eyes were so very close, "Huh?"

She shrugged, "I guess not," and her eyes closed, but
her thick, dark soft looking lips pursed a little, 
and my other hand came up, across my body to her face,
and I realised she was holding her breath.  "Huhn!"

She sighed, "There," I pulled back, "That wasn't so
bad, eh?"

She opened her eyes, and brushed her mouth with her 
finger tips.  She shrugged, sideways, and I felt her 
cheek warm against my palm.  I think the other even 
looked a little darker, but I couldn't be sure.

"Yeh," she blinked, "I mean, uhuh, that was arite."

"Good," her eyes drooped a moment, and she nuzzled
my rubbing palm.  That distracted her so much she 
hadn't noticed my other hand, the fingers brushing 
back the skirt, and slipping down to the smooth
warmth between her skinny thighs.  

Until she did, looking down, and clenching them 
tight.  She gasped, mouth wide, and shrunk back in 
the seat.  "Uh," she pushed at my wrist, "Mista
White, mMH!!"

"ShshsH!"  Her eyes were wide, pressed back against
the couch by my hand over her mouth.  "Relax."  She
wasn't strong enough to even pinch my fingers, still
squeezed between her thighs.  "You know somebody's
got to pay for mommy's smack, right?"

"MmMm!?"  She nodded, but her eyes still looked 
scared.  

"Now," I chuckled, "You done gone and got mister 
Jack excited.  You know what happens when you get a 
man excited, and then try to stop, right?"

"MmM!"  Another nod.

"Yeah," I move my hand to keep her nodding, "Why a
girl could get hurt, and you don't want to get hurt,
do ya little girl?"  I shook her head for her.  "Coarse 
not," I twisted my hand between her legs, "So just 
loosen up a little, so we both can have some fun."

She was looking at me, sideways, eyes still wide 
enough to see the whole big black circles, and even 
a little white around them.  "I can even make this
feel good for you," I rubbed her rough cotton 
panties, "If you don't fight, or scream."  I slowly
let my hand slip down, 1 finger over her fat lips,
then down her chest.  "All right?"

"Arite," she was still scared, "Mistha, jus done 
hurt me!"

"I won't sweet heart,"  I kissed her, and took her
hand.  "Here," I put it in my lap, Feel that?"

"Your dick?" she tried to look tough.

"Yeahah," I rubbed it in, "I'm sure you seen 
bigger ones, but you know what to do with it?"

"Are yyou gone fuck me?" She hadn't lost her
tough face, "Cause I bet it still hurt."

"Well," I squeezed her pussy through her underwear,
"I guess that's up to you.  You know the only way to
make it soft is to get me off, and if it's soft, I 
can't fuck you with it."

My hand, having a mind of it's own kept rubbing her
fresh little cunt, and even rolled the crotch aside
to feel her smooth warm soft lips.  "Why don't you
get it out, and see what you can do?"

"Uh," she mumbled, and fumbled with my pants.  I
had a hand free, so I twisted to help, while I kept 
rubbing my pinky between her lips.  My wrist started
to ache, so I stuck my other hand in there before 
pulling back so she couldn't shut the door again.

"God your so fucking hot!"  I rubbed my middle finger
in, so long, it reached all the way past her pre-
teeny twat, and between her ass cheeks.  "UhHhH!
yeah, stroke it jus likeat, but faster, harder.  AhH,
yeah!  You're a good little whore, aren't you.  Aren't 
You!?"

"Uh, yeh?"  She looked up, scared again.  "You want me
to say it?"

"Nah," I reached up, and rubbed her shoulder again.
"You don't gotta say nothin," started leaning her down,
"With your mouth full."  I had to push her down, "Go
on, suck it you little fucking slut.  Or do you want 
to FIGHT!" I snarled, and pushed hard, "Me?"

"No!"  Not quite hard, nor high enough to break her 
cherry, yet, but the threat was more than enough.  
"Uh!"  Her face screwed up, but she opened her mouth, 
and let me push her head down on it.  "Suck it
means SUCK IT!"  I forced her down hard enough to
bottom out in her throat.

"HRWL!"  She jerked back with remarcable strength, 
and twisted her head out.  "Khgah!"  A thick blob 
of spit like a cum splat puked out on her skirt.  
"Now, fucking suck it, or choke on it."

"Okay!" she looked so cute when she was hurt.  
"Slk, krlg glR!"  

"Yeah baby.  that's what I'm talking bout.  You 
sure you never sucked dick before, cuz you one damn 
fine little cock sucker!"

"Muhn!"

She even jerked it with one hand.  "Yeah, your 
mama must've given you lessons, whored you out to 
all the bros from the hood, huh?  You pull the 
night train, little bitch?  Get passed around the 
gang?  You mama's titties probly dried up so she 
had to nurse you on cum, huh?"

She twisted in my lap, so I reached around her nice
round soft ass, and gripped her hot little twat.  
"Yeah, you likeat, huh?  Suck dick ever night fo 
dinner?  Blow your teachers in the lunch room, and
your preist at the alter for communion!"  Yeah,
that was too much. It wasn't so much her amateur
attempts at cock sucking, but all the filthy images
of her getting gang banged by the homies that got
me off.  

"Uh!" I grabbed the tail, and jerked her off my cock
right before the first squirt.  "Huh fuh!"  Held it
to spray her face, squinched up, and trying to turn 
away in distaste.  "Fuch yeah, ahHh..."

I let her go, and she looked up so furious I had to 
laugh, all smeared with my baby batter, a fat drop
swinging from her nose.  

ClktcT!  I frose, the laugh killed to silence as I
shrank back from the cold hard metal touching my 
balls.  "Ah!" I put my hands up to push her shoulders.

"Done touch me you sick muthafuck'r!"  She snarled.

"Careful with that!" my hands snapped back like she
burned them.  "Uh, it's loaded!"

"Yeh!" she made the 'duh' face and nodded more like
a headbutt.  "That right, you wanna get fucked wit
hot lead?"

"No," I jerks, "Ah!"  What would a .357 do if it went
off down there?  I didn't wanna think about it.

"Why done you just cwoprate, an you wone get hert,
Right?"  She stepped back off her knees, and to the 
floor, and backed up.  "MAMA!  WAKE TH FUCK UP, We
OUTA HEA!"

"Muh?" she stumbled, and half crawled out of the 
bathroom.  "Whu, whacha doin, baby?"  Eyes still
half opened, the slack dreamy slur of smack all
over her face.

"Were's yo moneh, BITCH!?"  She stabbed foreward
with the revolver.  "Now, gitit out, harry up, 
motherfucker I will shoocho!"

"Aright," I fixed my pants, "Arright, just take 
my whole fucking stash, there's like $700 here, 
and about 3 teeners.  Just get out, and don't come 
back!"  I can't believe how fast they were gone.

"Huh!" I let my breath out in releif, and lay back
on the couch.  "God Damn!'  That was some expensive 
fucking poon-tain.  I'd figure out if it was worth
it, after I'm packed, and fucking gone.  At least 
they just got the show room stash.

  
Strawberry (Mg Pedo, F Pros Drug)