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Trish sat in her room, the room she usually spent most of her life occupying, a room covered in various Evangelical messages for youths in the church. Attempting and failing and trying to complete her math homework that lay in front of her, Trish lamented her existence but she's grown used to it. The loneliness caused by her mother discouraging her from making friends has followed her since she was born, even those within the church her mother was wary of Trish associating with. Trish was at a loss for a reason why her mother always kept her by herself with only her sister Izzy to keep her company.
Izzy was always allowed to have friends within the church, in fact one could argue that she was a bit of a social butterfly within the congregation. This contradictory fact always stuck a nerve with Trish somewhat, if she hadn't grown so numb to the lonely existence she lived she'd probably would have lashed out verbally at her mother by now.
The 6 year old Trish shifted in her office chair seat somewhat, thinking about her own mother was making her excited again. God's watching and he cant see the large 9 inch dick stirring under her skirt between her thighs.
Trish was born with a gender condition that gave her a penis despite the fact that doctors say that the rest of her body will develop similarly to a woman. Not only was Trish born a hermaphrodite but her penis has grown and developed at an alarming rate compared to other children. It would be quite obscene to witness a 6 year old girl with a cock pushing on the sizes of a porn star, which is why Trish's mother always keeps little Trish covered and her cock hidden despite the fact that this effort has grown ever more difficult.
After a few minutes of squirming Trish couldn't take it anymore, her cock was bouncing and wanting attention so bad, but the lord always watches and so does her mother. The door to her room has no real door handle and stands ajar at all times. A quick look from Trish past her long brown bangs towards the empty doorway tells Trish that everything was sort of safe for now. Maybe, perhaps, one quick touch wouldn't hurt? Trish was nervous but also curious to touch her erect cock, she's never done it before since her mother bathes with her and her sister Izzy.
A soft touch lands upon Trish's cock as her hand begins to trail the bulge that tents along skirt fabric. One shock of pleasure ripples through her spine as she feels the intoxicating pleasure that comes from feeling the tool that god gave her. But just as the girl encircled her fingers through the fabric around the cock, a stern voice came from the doorway.
"TRISH?!" The stern voice with the slight rasp gripped, Fate scowled at her daughter touching her tenting cock with contempt for her actions.
Trish jumped at the sound of her mother getting onto her case and quickly she attempted and failed to rearrange her legs to cover her dick but it was plainly obvious to her mother what she was doing.
Stomping her way further into the room, knuckles pressed against her hips and face contorted in an angry glare Fate would continue to berate her child for the sexual actions she's committed. "Trish what exactly do you think you're doing young lady?? I come in here expecting your math homework to be completed and all I see you doing is goofing off and being a nasty trashy pervert!"
The word pervert rung through Trish's ears as she blushed as a reaction to hearing it. Her face was still but underneath her neutral expression that word caused her a strange but great and unknown pleasure to hear. Trish's cock lurches as a response to being called that; a pleasurable throb that almost causes Trish to moan but she soon stops herself in fear of what her mother would do if she did.
"TRISH are you even listening to me?!" Fate interrupted her lecture she was going on to bring Trish's head out of the clouds it seemed to be stuck in.
Trish now coming back to earth would nod her head frantically as she began to dread the consequences of her actions from the mother who stood at a height barely taller than Trish herself.
Groaning in frustrations and meeting her palm to her own face Fate would attempt to calm herself down but still be no less stern. "After your done with your math homework you've earned yourself a 100 word essay on why god wants you to be a good girl and wait till marriage to start engaging in activities like what you just did young lady. OR-NO-GAMECUBE-TIME."
Pouting a tad, Trish would slump on her chair as she feels sorry for what she did.. and what she is.
Feeling pleased with herself, Fate stands proud with a grin of parental approval. "Good! Remember, only good girls get Gamecube time after church and school. I expect your math and essay to be finished before you turn that thing on. And get that nasty thing down, its undignified to have that tenting your skirt like that!" Fate points towards the tenting throbbing pole that's keeping Trish's skirt held high.
Though Fate calls the cock nasty to make Trish feel shame the opposite effect begins to occur as the cock more mighty and erect stands prouder. The member gives multiple pleasurable throbs from being called nasty that nearly causes Trish to moan not without holding it back in front of her disciplinarian mother.
Looking Trish over with suspicion Fate groans and rolls her eyes as if her daughter is a hopeless case, she concedes back to the hallway out of Trish's room. "Get to it Trish if you want your video games." She chirps in a motherly way.
Sighing, now alone within her room draped with the messages of the church illustrated on posters, Trish just tries to concentrate on doing her math homework that sits on the desk in front of her. Her mind semi occupied with the troubling battle of reason that's happening within her mind. How can something that her mother says is bad feel so right and good? The way her mother punishes her and the church punishes her for what feels like is rightfully part of her. Never does she get time to herself to explore her cock or why she enjoys touching it. What purpose does a penis serve besides going to the restroom?
As Trish continued to finish her homework with the mounting dread from her eventual essay she needed to write, Trish was interrupted by a familiar mocking voice that came from her doorway.
"Hey mute nerd with the boy penis, you sad mom caught you being a little pervert hmm?~" The strawberry blonde Izzy stood there , arms folded under her developing bosom which she proudly gloats the size of to her little sister all the time; despite being only 10 she has boobs that far exceeds the size of her own head meanwhile Trish is flat with a cock only boys from internet videos had; videos Izzy secretly watched in private.
Despite the fact that Trish is the more sheltered of the two with Fate being more overbearing on her, Izzy was always the one who got away with living a life with less rules weighing her down. Izzy gets a phone, gets to have friends outside the church and have friends in general, Izzy gets to be on the internet and wear less conservative clothing. To rub salt in Trish's wounded heart Izzy likes to be a sour winner about it too.
Trish just scowled, annoyed that Izzy came to be a stupid brat to her just to be the cherry on top of the bad day she was having. Taking the Jesus Loves Me pillow on the bed next to her she throws the thing at Izzy. Upon collision Izzy emits a faux gasp which faining shock. "MOM! Izzy just threw the pillow you knitted for her at me!!"
A slight raspy voice came from the kitchen as the smell of dinner being made filled the house. "Then stop messing with her while she's doing her homework or else you aren't going with your friends tonight for that sleepover!" Scowled the small but loud mother from her kitchen.
Izzy turns her head to shoot a glare at Trish which Trish in turn gives a self satisfied smirk that Izzy didn't win this time. A standoff between siblings occurred in their eyes as they met, despite the fact that Trish's gaze was masked by her large curly bangs.
Sucking her teeth in annoyance the bratty older sister just whispered in a venomous way. "Whatever, freak." And with that Izzy marched off to her room where she was no doubt looking at things Trish could only dream of witnessing on the internet.
Trish just looked absolutely upset, being called a pervert made her feel good but being called a freak was hurtful and she couldn't stand it. The word got to her and coming from her bratty sister that got almost everything she wanted was not a fun feeling. The day was coming to an end and she wasn't finished with her math homework nor did she even start with her essay that she dreads to begin writing. . .
. . . 'God dosnt like it when bad girls do somefing undegified like touching peepees cuase mommy says I need to be maried and be a good girl before I use it.' was one of the first lines of run on sentences and misspelled words crafted by Trish in her attempt to conjure an essay her mother would be happy with. The fact that the sun was setting and dinner had already been eaten dejects Trish to the defeating fact that she wont be playing Windwaker at least for tonight.
With a sigh the small girl with a big package continues to jot line after line, until finally her essay was completed and needed to be proof read by her mother for corrections. Getting up from her chair and grabbing the piece of paper with her essay on it she made her way out of her Jesus room and walked towards the living room where she suspects her mother to be, but there was no one to be found.
Did mother leave with Izzy to Izzy's slumber party? Trish couldn't believe her eyes, this was the first time in years she's been left alone in the house without her mom's TV playing rom-coms, hallmark movies, the bachelor or any other of her favorite channels. Izzy was nowhere to be seen but she usually sits in her room which has an actual doorknob enjoying all kinds of fun liberties Trish was robbed.
Speaking of Izzy's room, Trish blushed and thought for a moment. If Izzy wont be here till presumably tomorrow if not longer and mother is off on a drive that'll take a little while, then perhaps Trish could have privacy in Izzy's room for a bit and finally get a taste of how quiet and relaxing Izzy's room is. A little smile crept up on Trish's face as she walked her way down the hallways of the house to Izzy's room.
Slowly creeping the door open as if pensive in the naughty act she was partaking in, the small girl gets introduced with a room with the occasional Jesus poster but most decorations in the room were of various neopets, musicians and movies that Izzy enjoyed. And through Trish's bangs the young girl's eyes beamed with a glint of excitement, because what she was peering at was the computer Izzy got for her birthday last year.
Trish knows what's on the computer and why she's never trusted with one; there's pictures of nude women on there. Thoughts of giant boobs and huge asses began flooding Trish's mind her face became flooded with bright red and sweat dripped from her bang covered brow. This was the most excitement she's ever felt in her small life. Soon her large 9 inch bitch breaker began to harden and stiffen with a vengeance, but said 9 inches became 10 as she gets the most aggressive boner of her entire life.
Eventually the words of her mother began to flood her mind 'God is watching the things you do', that line repeats itself in her head as the part of her that loves her mother warns Trish of the consequences both with mother and god. But the pleasure was too great, the demonic lust she felt too powerful of an urge. Then another voice in her head crept in and replied loudly 'If god is watching me, then I'll give him a show~!'
Trish's little body hopped onto Izzy's office chair as she boots up the computer. The fat throbbing cock snaked its way up her conservative blouse, it's throbbing heat pressing up against her chest as her bloated balls the size of Trish's own fists churn in excitement. The blue glow of the Windows XP log in screen then shines in front of Trish's face. A password?
Frustration bellowing within Trish and fuming outwards with a verbal scoff. She wanted to look at naughty pictures on the internet and a stupid password is keeping her from her heart's desires. Despite the fuming rage she felt from the fact Izzy snubbed her plans, there were multiple shivers of pleasure that rocked through her body as her own large dick rubbed against her own chest.
While sitting down the cock head poked through her collar and slightly rubbed against her own neck somewhat if she craned herself. It was then that she wondered, what does her cock taste like exactly? Her lips yearned for the taste of her own cock, mouth becoming agape as her breath reached her own dick, the musky musty smell of her own nasty perverted cock invading her mind like fumes.
Then the lips planted on her cock head, sucking and kissing the dick as she enjoyed the very pleasurable sensation of her cock being sucked by herself. Moans and groans of pleasure escaped the small Trish's lips as she became overpowered by her desire to sin.
Through the cock sucking, her mind began to wander towards her own sister Izzy. Izzy with her stupid bratty attitude... and her pretty face.... and her pretty dark golden hair... and those giant tits of hers~!
Trish became too deaf by pleasure to listen to the part of her that grew from her closeted home schooled christian upbringing to listen anymore. The part of her that wanted to be a good girl for her mother could not reach a word to Trish's mind despite it basically screaming at her.
Giving her cock one last sloppy suck she gets up from the computer chair she sat on and wandered towards Izzy's walk in closet. Heart racing rapidly like a drum solo, she opened the door and came face to face with many personal photos framed of Izzy and her large tits that each were multiple sizes bigger than Trish's own head. Trish let out a desperate groan as she collapsed onto her knees in the middle of the walk in closet.
One command rang out in her mind that spoke her desires. 'Get naked'. And with that Trish shed her modest and conservative skirt and blouse to be bare and nude for the perverted actions she was about to undertake in. Laying on the floor, eyes glued on the cleavage and giant round tits surrounding her from the framed photos she sucked on her own cock as her large balls clenched and throbbed; going into reproductive overdrive.
The world at that moment became more colorful, alive, it was no longer a dull and unhappy lonely place she believed it to be. Trish continued making sweet love to her dick with her lips as she sucked and kissed her delicious salty monster penis while fantasizing about her sister Izzy. What if Izzy did this for me? What if Izzy let me touch her boobs?? What if Izzy and I had a sleep over where we did nothing but this??? These fantasies rang in the mind of the muted girl.
While the girl sucked she heard the words her mom always called her, pervert, nasty, undignified and sinful. She loved every word so much~ Being reminded of them all made her cock get harder and her actions more pleasurable. And it was then when she thought of mommy that her balls clenched tight together and her cock throbbed with intensity as, like a gaiser, her cock erupted in white sticky hot tasty cum that flooded her own mouth.
When her orgasm exploded in her own mouth Trish was too surprised by what had happened and the quantity of her semen that she opened her mouth and let her cum rain down as it shot directly up. Laying on her back as she experienced her first ever orgasm Trish's eyes were so wide they could be seen past the bottom of her bangs as she felt the most intense pleasure her body has ever witnessed.
A dear in the headlights, but the headlights wasn't a car, it was the knowledge of her life's purpose hitting her head on and changing her forever. No more would she be confused about herself because the big dicked whore genie is out of the bottle and it cant be put back in. Trish pledged she'll never stop giving God something to watch, something nasty and perverted to make all the saints in the heavens cry.
While Trish laid there in her small puddle of cum, glazed with her own semen as she was lost in an eternity of her own thoughts a smile began to grow on her face. A sick perverted but calm and passive smile, a smile of a trash girl. . .
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. . . Fate began to drive home, using her multi layered boots to drive due to her height problem, with a lingering feeling like she made a mistake. Sure her best friend of the church was having car problems and couldn't drive Izzy to the sleep over but Fate began to dread her decision to let Trish stay home alone. She was hoping Trish would be still writing her essay by the time Fate got back and her daughter wasn't up to something that'd lead her down a dark path that her father did. The same path she's been trying to keep Trish away from since she was born with a penis.
It had only been 10 minutes since she began the drive with Izzy and only a moment since she dropped the girl off. She'd better hurry home or else Trish will know she's gone and Fate's worst fears would be realized. She needed a smoke. She needed a whole CARTON of CAMEL. But as Fate drove down and out of the streets of her friend's neighborhood she was met with something that put a lump in her throat.
"no!" The mom screamed. "HELL NO!" Her rage boiling as she grit her teeth and seethed; before her the police had blocked off a whole entire intersection. Red, Fate could only see the color red that deafened the police lights. Without being able to cross this intersection she'd have to take the long round about way that could take 30 minutes to 45 minutes just to get home. Trish could be doing anything during that time.
Breathing in violently through her nostrils and out through her lungs, she coughed a tad as she tried to make her new route around the cops to the round about route. She shot the policemen a glare through her drivers side window as she turned right. One could even think he saw and a brief shot of fear rang through his spine.
Hurry HURRY, Fate had to hurry and fast. Now that she wasn't in view of the police Fate's engine roared as she drove quickly through the streets. Every minute she wasted, every second spent on the road and every moment away from Trish was a risk!
The last thing she wanted in life was for Trish to turn out like... her... the bastard who broke her heart twice and left her with a family without a father! No daddy for Izzy or Trish to help raise them. Not like she wanted that bastard to come back, who knows what kind of monster she'd turn Trish into. She just wants Trish to be the woman that her father never was, a gentlewoman who'd be the eventual husband to someone and be a good one at that. That's all she asks.
Fate pulled into the driveway with a panicked expression on her face as she put the breaks on and removed the key from the car. Jumping out of the car and closing the door behind her she didn't even bother locking the Kia and ran up towards the front door. 'Hold on Trish! Mommys coming!!' She chanted in her mind.
The world changed forever for Fate once she opened the door and saw what waited. There in front of the TV playing Windwaker was Trish, covered in white sludge that had semi hardened onto her clothes. Her cock between her lips as she sat in front of the TV and pleasured herself while playing the game and perving on the young characters in the game. It was grotesque, she nearly wanted to pass out and fall onto the floor motionless from what she saw, she was too late.
It was then that Trish turned her head to look at her mother's disgusted face, she just smiled at her mother; the same smile that reflected her tainted perverted soul and the satisfaction she felt deeply from her pleasure~. "Essay's done.." Trish mentioned softly as she held up a piece of paper dripping in little girl jizz.
Fate honestly couldn't believe what she saw. Whether it be from Trish masturbating using her mouth, the fact that Trish and her essay was just covered in cum or that her mute little girl just spoke two words. Her life was about to be a lot different but Fate would find a way to move past this . . . after the fact that she'll not be sleeping tonight.