Honey Ho 2.1

Foreword

I want to address 3 things right away. I have had ignorant guys on the net say that early onset puberty does not exist; people are too stupid to do a web search for this. I had my first period at 7. It was very traumatic for me at the time when I started bleeding, I thought I was dying. My mom did not help when she started shaking me and yelling at me, asking who touched me. I was already crying and very scared before my mom spazzed out.

There are girls who have had their first period as young as 2, which is much more rare than mine at 7. So please google or whatever "early onset puberty" before you send me flames about that being BS.

The second thing I want to address is that some guys think I'm older because of the words I use and so forth. I'm a kid who has grown up surfing the net and learning things that I probably should not at such an early age; but the genie's out of the bottle.

The 3rd thing is that some idiot told me that it's illegal in America to leave a child at home alone who is under 13. Wow! Fucking really! No one ever does anything illegal in America. If that was true, then we would not have all of these jails and prisons. My mom has been leavig me at home alone since I was 6, and so far we have not been in trouble for it.

I'm 9 at the time of this story. I don't care if people believe if this is real. I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing this for me. This is my way of dealing with all of these crazy emotions I'm having, and the weird shit - at least to me - that I have felt compelled to do.

Now, without further ado, on to the prologue.

I can't believe I'm actually doing this. Here I am on the biggest bed I have ever seen. I'm the only woman here. I'm 25 and have a very fit atheletic build from all of the running, swimming and aerobics I do.

I'm completely starkers, and so are all of the men in here. I've lost count of how many of them have creamed inside of my holes. I'm loving it. My honey blonde hair is straight and shoulder length with bangs. A few of the guys have used my hair to wipe their dicks clean.

Before I know what's happening, after the current set of guys release their loads in my 3 holes, they get out of the way and a bunch of guys cover me with their sperm. I'm told to turn this way and that, which I do, so they can cover me from head to toe. I hate that a lot of it gets in my eyes so I cant see.

I'm helped to my feet and a man leads me outside. I feel the grass under my feet. The man leading me says, "Come here, Honey, watch your step."

I straddle something and I'm strapped down. I'm on my knees. My arms are strapped behind my back. My chin is propped on something padded and my neck is strapped into place.

"No, please release me from this Jessica 3000," I whimper.

My eyes are tenderly being cleaned as I finally see the man who led me speak. He has a kind looking face, and he says soothingly, "Honey, this is a Jessica 6000. It has some nice upgrades that you will appreciate. It's almost fully automated."

All of these mechanical arms come out of nowhere and inject me with various stuff. My pain and pleasure centers get jumbled up. Marinade is injected into my breasts, butt and a few othere places.

As I feel the spit parting my vaginal lips, I moan from fear and pleasure, "It's not too late. Please don't kill me."

One of the handsome guys with a bottle of beer in his hand says, "We're not killing you, Jessica is."

Part of the machine is rubbing my clit. It's vibrating with the perfect amount of pressure as all of this happens very quickly; I'm being hosed off, the spit pentrates my cervix, I orgasm, a blade opens my tummy, my intestines are clamped at each end, my intestines are severed at my ass, my stomach is removed along with my liver and pancreas, all of it slides down the chute to the side and is placed on a table in front of me to be cleaned and used, my tummy is stitched up.

as I feel the hollow spit with air holes slowy moving up my body, the clit pad giving me orgasm after orgasm, a man shoves his dick into my mouth. I don't want to, but I automatically suck. He is not gentle, he fucks my face hard and fast.

He blasts his load down my throat then pulls out. He gives me a tender look and says softly, "Thank you, you were wonderful."

I say, "You're welcome," but before I can finish the second word, the spit sliding up my throat makes talking impossible.

I open my mouth and look at the spit sliding out of my mouth in wonder as I think to myself that this spit is my last lover.

The Jessica 6000 Puts the stabilizer into my ass and locks onto the spit. It straps my feet to the spit. It then grabs both ends of the spit and places me over the brick fire pit. Basting brushes coat my body with butter as I rotate over the fire. I cum one final time as I'm swallowed by the darkness.

I wake up in my bed as I'm squirting like crazy from the fucked up dream. I have been reading sex snuff stories from Spitman and KaosAngel way too much. I find the stories to be very erotic, but I would not want that in real life. I have been having these really weird dreams of gang bangs - willing and nonwilling - and in a lot of them, I am snuffed at the end - willing and nonwilling.

I look at the tablet I have docked on my bedside table. It's 3:47 in the morning. I try to go back to sleep after I pee and clean myself up. I give up after the time rolls to 4:29. I decide to write about my dream in my diary. My diary is on my tablet and hidden away in case my mom ever gets nosy. My mom is going to drag me to church in a few hours to worship a god I don't believe exists. I give the lipservice to humor my mom, it's easier that way. I'm not sure when I exactly stopped believing in God, any god or goddess, but it feels like a hundred years; I wonder if I was 7 or 8 when I just stopped believing.

People call me Honey because of my light brown eyes and honey blonde hair. I hate my wild mane of hair, I can never get it to do what I want it to do. The irony is, everyone loves my hair, including my bestie, Chelsea, Chells is what I call. her. By the way, all of the names in this post is made up with the exception of my nickname. I wish I had nice straight hair like Chells'. Her hair hangs nice and even. If I had hair like her's, I'd have bangs and have it about shoulder lenghth. I'm so envious everytime I play with her hair.

So, I made a deal with my mom's boss "Chuck" at the diner on the first Monday of Summer break. I'll give him a BJ for every Friday night mom works 3rd, and every Saturday night she works third. I gave him a freebie in his office when I made the offer.

The second Wednesday of Summer break, I get a call from Chuck on my cell - "It's only for emergencies," is the perpetual proclaimation from mom - at about 4:30 while I was at my bestie's place. I put her hair in a bun with a few artful loose strands the way she wanted. She gave me pigtail braids, the way I just settled for since everything else just looked like a crappy mess with all of this humidity. Fuck! Why can't we live in a dry heat!

My mom is working 2nd shift today, her shift started at 3.

I tell my bestie that I have to go.

"Who's that?" Chelsea asks, looking annoyed.

I lie through my teeth, "My mom. She thinks she left the oven on, and I have some chores to do." That sounds believable, right . . .

She looks at me supiciously, "This is the second week of Summer break, we're supposed to be having fun."

I try to sound righteous, like the dutiful daughter, "Well, I can't take the chance of the apartment blowing up." Gas stoves in my apartment complex.

Chelsea's eyes narrow a little and bore into mine, "It sounded like you were talking to a boyfriend. . ."

I give a genuine chuckle - yeah, right - and say, "Don't be silly, we're 9, I'm too young for boys." Then I say hurriedly, "I gotta go, don't want the apartment burning down," then rush out the door and hop on my bike. I swore I could feel her eyes boring into me as I peddled away.

I hate lying to my bestie, but I couldn't really tell her, "Hey Chells, I'm going to suck a 43 year old man's dick to keep my mom working the best shifts so she'll make more money, then maybe she'll stop worrying about bills and maybe be able to give me some cash." Ha! Not likely. I love Chells, I really do. But the best way to keep a secret is not to tell anyone in the first place.

Oh, if you did not read my first post, the diner my mom works at is near some clubs and bars. Mom makes a lot of money in tips working 3rd shift on friday and Saturday nights when the clubs and bars close at 2 in the morning and the crowd spills in shortly afterwards.

READ Honey Ho 2.2 for the rest of this story.

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