I met a slut in college who changed my life forever. I fucked her ass on our first date - became enamoured, perhaps addicted to her - what kind of slut gives up her ass on the first date? I was so mezmerized I felt as though I was falling in love. But it became weirder with each contact. I'd call her or she'd call me and we'd hook-up somewhere - but sometimes she'd show up in clothes like, what the fuck? - not even a hooker would dress like that. A total fucking slut.

We had sex, we talked about sex - sex was her manna. Most twenty year olds would be in heaven, I realise - but she was way too much.

We were attending Harvard as undergraduates - so she wasn't stupid - no one's parents could just buy their way into this - and those

Brief moments when she wasn't obsessing on sex, she actually said some brilliant things, or had an opinion or two which matched my own.

Now, so we were good for two weeks - I'd fucked every hole in her body numerous times - her pouty mouth a second favorite to her tight asshole - she'd even asked me to try and fuck her ear - I think my laughing finally killed that one.

She earned pocket money by baby-sitting - I did food-service, that's nothing. But then a week later she told me how she raped one of the little girls in her care - this five year old - she fucking licked her, and stuck fingers up her cunt. I'm no prude - but sex with a child is just way beyond me...

Then she called me one night. Not very late - I was reading. She gave me an address and said 'come on down' - it was the little girl she'd molested before...

I fought 'fuck this!' - I was in love with her twat, her ass, her mouth - even her ear, which I swear to God I never came in - but her as a whole human being, I doubted that.

Anyway I just did it - zipped out of my dorm and knocked on the door. I was tugged in.

I don't know if she was high - she was always like that.

"Melissa has never seen a cock before - show her yours"

"Don't be going weird on me."

"Don't be going weird on us, I've promised her."

"I'm not going to show this little girl my prick."

"Show me - I'll suck it until it gets really warm."

"I don't think you're half as dumb as I think you are."

"Don't think you're half as smart as you think you are."

Everything is damage.

She spoke like a slut too - every other word was 'fuck' or 'shit' or 'Piss' - and I started finding that sexy - it turned me on - I guess we'd spoken so much about sex that it became second nature.

I showed five year old Melissa my half-hardening cock - which surprised her, and made me harder. And my girlfriend caught it in her mouth - the things this girl could do with her mouth, I swear.

I was on the edge and pushed her off - springing there like a bed of fucking tulips close to her face.

This was fucked-up - and I needed to be fucked-up. There's always a beer in the fridge, I thought.

"So a little girl saw me sucking your cock... you can't take anything from here - they'll think it was me."

She was a smart slut.

"I'm fucking getting outta here" - and I left. Hard-on and all.

I did fuck this long-bodied redhead stripper later, down near the mall - but it cost me a fortune, and I was lost in ambivilence - fuck - I've fallen in love with a perverted slut.

Now, I'd pissed into her mouth - she'd pissed on my groin and chest - no, I wouldn't let her go there...

It took days, really, for this phenomenom to enter. I'd fallen head over heels in love with a slut - what would she do with that knowledge? A very kinky, unlawful slut.

I was thinking maybe fuck her ass raw. Hog-tie her - but she'd probably like that.

I was thinking - well, I wasn't thinking at all.

She called me up again - said she was at the child's house - and would I like to fuck her?

I'd had simply enough of her and hung-up.

She called back: 'Pleeease!'

I'm the weakest sort of being - I sway to and fro - I was excited at the idea - the five year old was really cute, and I loved my girlfriend.

I texted 'yes'

How does one go about fucking their girlfriend in front of another 'chick', fuck wasn't really even a chick yet - let alone, how does one fuck a four year old?

I think she was just fucking with me - and here I was in love with her.

So I went there -

As I entered the front door, she took my hand and turned and locked the door, then led me upstairs. It was certainly a little girls room - but with a hundred candles reflecting in the pink - and then I saw her, lying on her poster bed, legs spread wide-open - her immature pussy glistening - I think my slut had even put lipstick on her lips, hard to tell in the flickering light. She knelt down and took off my shoes, and unzipped my pants and pulled it all down, then shimmied up my body pulling my tee off over my head - I was glowing naked.

"Look, I can't fuck a five year old - it's impossible - I'll tear something, she'll bleed."

'Oh, I've already gotten rid of her hymen" - then she gave me one of her fucking incredible wild kisses - and I was hard instantly.

"Why do you want me to fuck a five year old?"

"It's just so fucking kinky - won't you go there for me?"

"This is just fucked-up, man." And I withered as quickly as I'd flag-poled.

Seeing this, my slut kneeled down again and started slurping away on my cock, as I stared at the smiling little legs-spread glistening bare-cunt girl. My eyes were adjusting, and I think it was poke-e-man or pink-o-man, or whatever the fuck on her bedspread - I knew my slut was sincere in this - not like she was setting me up - this was a turn-on for her - and, she was testing me...

"How can I possibly fuck a five year old?"

"Let her straddle you, and sit down on your cock."

"O.k. - fine - 'cuz it's not going to work."

"I took my father's cock when I was five - she'll do just fine."

We'd never really talked about our past sexual experiences - hearing she got fucked by her father at five kinda confused me - she could be totally fucked-up - well, I already knew she was, but how much was was always a mystery - everyone loves a mystery - but I know we'd only scratched the surface here...

"Melissa," she said to the little girl... "do you want Greg to fuck you?"

"Yes." And it was meant - but I mean who knows what my slut had twisted into her.

"I'm going to have you sit down on his cock - that way you're in control - stop when you wanna stop."

"O.k."

My slut arranged us - it was a narrow bed actually, so she was sitting on the edge - took the tiny body by the waist and plopped her down just below my chest - so the nymphet sat there - my cock thumping at her asscheeks, she was smiling and staring directly into my eyes; cute dimples.

My slut reached in and whispered in my ear "I've been sucking her cunt for hours - she's ready for you." She then placed my cock-head at the entrance of the little girl cunt - even jabbed the head in a bit - but it was no-go... she squirmed and shit - she tried to place my cock in her tunnel, but it was like useless - way too small - the girl was actually having fun - chortling, even giggling, no 'awes' or difficult grunts - she was trying like a girlscout to get my cock into her pussy... wiggling her skinny body trying to shimmy her way down - my slut being the most patient I'd ever experienced her -

But like the insane slut she is, she lost her patience and lurched around and kissed the girl full on her mouth then grabbed her by the tiny hips and just forced her down - bringing a shriek from the girl - even thru the kiss - then her face passing-out on my chest."

"What the fuck!"

"It's in her now - it's o.k."

"I've torn her up! Is she breathing? - What the fuck!?"

"Just start fucking her - slowly - she'll come around."

I know pedophiles imagine that the vice-like grip of an immature cunt would be pleasing - this just fucking hurt - throbbing, I felt like I was in a vice - it hurt me, and certainly hurt her - though the pain didn't weaken my tempo - as I started slowly fucking her - a five year old - I don't know what I felt, really - I don't know what I thought - I was uncomfortable and extremely comfortable at the same time - similar to when I fucked my first asshole - but that's a completely different experience...

She came around maybe five minutes in - her eyes big, and glassy-teared - she only made the 'ugh' sound as I slipped almost all the way out, and as I hit bottom...

When I'd finished, I didn't know what was going on - sweet jesus - but I had the thought my slut would lick the juices of our union off my cock - but no, she dove in head first into the little girl's seriously mutilated vagina, nearly pushing me off the tiny bed - she was sucking my cum out of the girl's cunt - which kinda pissed me off -lesbo stuff is cool and shit - I've seen it all - but at just that moment I needed her to reconnect to me - and she wasn't going there -

After, and a long time after, she'd sucked my cum out of that girl cunt, she got me up once again with her slimy mouth - I fucked my slut's ass as hard as I could, but it didn't faze her.

After I'd cum up her ass, she asked Melissa if she wanted to taste cum - Melissa nodded, and so my slut bent over in her direction and invited "Here, taste." And the newly formed little slut began licking and sucking at my slut's asshole.

After a few minutes, she goes "You should learn to suck cock." Knowing my cock wouldn't rise for the occasion for a little while - my slut took advantage of the situation and guided the little girl to taking the whole of my soft, wet, cummy, asshole-flavored cock into her mouth, plus how to suckle my balls. I did respond - and after a while she taught the girl how to lick and suck the head - et al. I came in her mouth about ten minutes later - but she choked and gagged and couldn't take it and spit it all out.

"Next week we're going to fuck her asshole. And she's already learning to love to drink my pee."

The following Friday I had a 'normal' date with my slut. We went to a movie - and it was strange, giggly, giddy, holding hands and shit. It was the first time we'd had a real date - it had always just been fucking before - grabbing each other, being lewd - but this time she was almost demure, playful. I imagined her as a child. I saw this as a window, and over dessert late that night at a fancy restaurant - I couldn't help but break the spell.

'How do you know this little girl - Melissa? Who are her parents?'

She was stoic, to say the least - silent - we both knew I'd killed the buzz of the evening - I think she was used to disappointment, that taking it in stride was an artform for her.

Then she became matter-of-fact.

"I think I've told you my parents got divorced when I was ten or twelve?' 'Yo.' 'Well, my mother some years later went on to get married again.'

I just couldn't let it sink in. I knew what she way saying - intuited the whole - but my brain felt out of whack.

'She's your sister?' 'Half-sister.'

And though I'd killed the romance of the evening, and she was pissed and hiding it - and I was all lost in revelations - she took my hand across the table.

'I'm a terribly fucked-up slut. We've been together for a bit over a month now. That's the longest relationship I've ever had.'

I felt sorry for her, mad at myself for falling in love with her - I couldn't understand her cruelty - my own cruelties were starting to rage - but looking at her, everything faded.

'Why?'

'Why am I forcing sexual, whatever, on my very little sister? Or, why am I here dating you?'

There was a strange pause - not uncomfortable in its main sense - just bloated air without reason - all the sounds surrounding us had died.

'You're in love with me.'

What the fuck! She knew! She knew I knew that she knew and she'd just double-crossed me - I mean, that's something you wanna pronounce to the girl at some appropriate time - she just fucked me completely - I was angry as hell - it took me a full minute to go into that space where nothing really matters. She examined my face thru the whole process.

'What's it like to fall in love?'

This bitch-slap was a little more than I could take. We lost all eye-contact. I think I was looking down - not like some God, but like some demon staring deeper into the abyss.

'Hey, I know! I can tell you I love you, too.'

The perkiness, the absurdity of such a pronouncement - I fell in love with her doubly. Knowing I was entrapping myself. She was a dark deep hole.

I walked her to her dorm, hand in hand - I don't know - I felt like a teenager on a first date - the whole atmosphere was so controlled. We kissed at her door - it was rather droll - no tongue or shit - it flashed that she might be schizophrenic. But all in all, a satisfying date. I wanted this one back.

It was Saturday, and so Melissa day - I kinda dreaded the phonecall - my slut had turned me in to a pedophile - what more harm could she do to me? - She'd been abused by her father - maybe she was seeking that father figure in me thru my abuse of her little sister.

She was studying Literature, not Psychology - so I was a bit confused.

I was studying Drama - and, fuck, had I ever come to the right place.

We had this hands-off evening... I think she was showing me what she did when I wasn't there...

'Will you lick my cunt, sweetie?' affirmative. 'Oh, I think I'm gonna pee! - Will you drink my pee, baby?' affirmative.

Boy, could that little girl drink piss! I was never asked to join in. My fucking boner just ached. This was my punishment.

She dug in to Melissa's asshole with her tongue almost violently - my slut wanted it to be like rape - I don't know why -

there's blue balls...

I was contemplating our sado-masochistic relationship - is this what it is? Where does her enjoyment lie? And I kept wanting Melissa's tiny cunt - feeling sick about it the whole time. I'm not a bad dude - I've just been sucked down this hole.

I think that's how people who murder must feel...

My slut became cool towards me - at least in her mind we'd reached the end - these were her parting shots - I saw this all - I didn't know what to do - confrontation wouldn't work - it would be an escalation to the end; so, I thought to use her techniques mirrors have one or two sides - yet everything reflects everything - it's a given

I caught her in the hall, and shook her down - I called her a whore, and worse - I called her a slut, and said that's cool - but she was MY slut - she shook like an orgasm - I physically had to hold her up - she said 'I love you' and I think she meant it. I slapped her face. We were now awake. I kissed her tears away.

She was pulling away. We hooked-up a few times over the next days - it became routine - I fucked her ass - she liked it hard.

Sometimes I'd just lose my load deep up her ass - sometimes she'd jump off my cock and twirl around and suck my cum into her mouth.

But this was like 'normal' sex to her - she needed something more.

Spring Break was coming up and I had the lame thought of inviting her down to Ft. Lauterdale or something - get away, I thought - it might help deepen our relationship - and I was planning on springing it on her. Here, again, she got the jump. Her mother, with her husband, we're going out of town for ten days - my slut was to take care of Melissa. She invited me to join her - and that crazy, guilty grin she has - I just said yes.

I wanted to sit down and hear about her sexual experiences with her father - feel that damage, or, I don't know, break-thru. I wanted inside her, inside her head. How did she cope with using a six year old girl? How lesbian or bi was she? Did she consider herself a pedophile?

We had a quiet dinner one evening - the quiet was the culmination of everything we'd been through the last two weeks - and I was afraid it was just all over.

'I've never had anyone fall in love with me before.'

'What?' I hadn't been listening, I was hearing the silence.

'I'm sorry I stepped on your toes - I cried, you know, when I got home. You're in love with me?'

'Yes.'

'I'm a fucking freak, a fucking slut - a fucking fuck... you're like a normal guy...'

'I'll go back there again.'

'Why are you in love with me?'

'I love having you drink my cum after my cock's been in your asshole. You just suck it so hungrily.'

She turned into herself again - really - immediately - laughing, smiling, the vixen thing, the whore, the slut - all came rushing back into her body - she exposed her tits - not for long, we were in a crowded restaurant - but it was a symbol of all the naughty things we'd done.

So we moved-in together for ten days of unbridled lust - little Melissa our toy. I had been infatuated a few times - I'd had girlfriends, who I told I loved - this was something totally different - this 'woman' had my soul by the balls.

And the little girl.

'Get over your shame and just fuck her!' she'd almost shout. I didn't wanna be controlled, but she controlled me.

The girl was so small - but by now I knew she could take everything I gave her - I didn't need a rubber, she couldn't get pregnant - and I sensed that was why my slut and I always had anal sex - she didn't like rubbers either... no Deep Throat story-line - like her clitoris was up her ass -

'When did your father start fucking you?'

And the child was there - we were watching tv.

'I don't know... I was four or five.'

But I knew that trick and undermined it easily.

'So your father fucked you up the ass when you were five?'

Melissa was all ears - this 'fucking up the ass thing' - she was just getting her vocabulary.

'Yes. He really loved my ass.'

'As do I.'

And she smiled - a real smile, nothing wicked or anything - a real smile - and Melissa ate this up.

I became a piano and played myself asleep.

I was deciding if I wanted any part of this - subconsciously no . consciously hell-no - but part of me from somewhere in my depths was hell-bent.

As I slept I didn't know what the girls were up to - I was miserable where I was, but couldn't move - not angry, but not in an agreeable space -

I loved my slut - almost a chant... I would fuck Melissa if that were part of the deal - and I was more than happy with that part of the deal - I think I'd fallen in love with Melissa too - I was a strange fuck

I wasn't woken - slept the whole night on the couch, tv on - sometimes my slut just knew me - knew what I needed - every crack in my character ached for her - I became blind - now, I not only loved her but was truly submissive - that, I would never reveal - It was early morning, I think - there was some light in the sky. I worked my way up the stairs and into the master bedroom - of course they were asleep - both naked under the quilt - clothes splayed on the floor, I thought just to crawl into bed and curl-up - it hadn't been a fantastic sleep for me - couch was a piece of shit - but where? I could crawl into my lover's side - it was probably safer to sneak-in and crawl in on the kid's side - fuck it - I tore the whole joint down and crawled in the middle, slept

Realism is hazardous - when she woke up, of course the first thing she did was take my prick into her mouth - the kid, I guess the stirring - she was up and about - my slut has this way of sucking my cock I've never known before - I've had the courtesy of enjoying the duty and such - she simply swallowed me - it was the most intense head - I guesss her father had taught her well...

I was still asleep, kinda - getting your cock sucked does not end dreams - 'Are you gonna be my man?' - this was a gurgle - I think I dreamed it - I had no time to wonder what had just happened - she was fucking me - no, I was fucking myself - o.k. o.k. o.k. I'd never fallen in love before...

She loved being called 'my slut' - I pretended I hadn't learned her real name - she was My Slut.

We were three days into Spring Break - I'd fucked and sucked them both at least a dozen times each - sometimes a three-way scenario, but other times we were left alone to explore. I felt magical - I thought of ordering some Viagra or some shit on-line - because I wasn't enough for the the both of them -

I sat down on the toilet one morning to take a piss - yo, I was getting kinda exhausted, and little Melissa meandered in...

'No! Don't waste that piss!'

And she kneeled down and took my semi in her mouth - and I just let go. She drank every drop. Then I lifted her up and dropped her down on my hard-on and fucked her - she just laughed and laughed - our long kiss during this fucking - this was the most intimate kiss I'd ever experienced - fuck the after-taste of my own piss. Our tongues didn't fight - there was no awkwardness, just pure motivation. We both swooned - she hugged me deeply after, while still riding my cock - she pronounced 'I love you.'

I was uncomfortable and ecstatic at the same time - 'Shh, Shhh!' I whispered - I was afraid my slut would get upset or something.

To let your lover fuck somebody else is one thing - but declarations of love can be tricky...

My slut was sleeping when we popped in to the master bedroom (she later told me little Melissa had sucked her cunt for an hour that night - and as exhausted as she must've been, my slut was totally wasted) - I saw she wasn't coherent and we left her to sleep.

So I made Melissa a big breakfast - and we ate in the kitchen nude - and, god, I know, she didn't have tits - but I just stared at her pale nipples throughout breakfast, and she blushed a bit and then began pinching and rubbing them - she giggled - she made me giggle - this child was conquering me...

Then we created breakfast in bed for her big sister - my slut was ecstatic.

We went to a County Fair - we all three holding hands and just being a family - we laughed most the day through - I had never felt so loved in my life - so loving - and I was in desperate need for a break from fucking. There is so much energy in little girls - she just prompted us to have the best time in the world. But I had to confess. And when Melissa went into the bathroom, I told my slut that Melissa had said she loved me.

'Of course she loves you.'

'No, no - I mean really.'

'Ohhhh!' And she got this fake-mean scowl on her face - 'She loves you? Do you love her?'

'Of course I do.'

Then she just laughed - 'You're such a silly bastard!'

I dropped it.

We arrived 'home' about five or so - my slut said she had a surprize for me...

'I've hired a babysitter for Melissa - she's coming at six - I thought it could be just us two this evening - a date-night. You've been so attentive to us two the past five days. Let's go out to dinner.'

I was totally grateful - it was a wonderful idea - I guess I just wasn't used to being around a six year old cherub 24 hours a day - kids simply steal energy.

We had a wonderful dinner out - we talked and talked - interesting stuff - no sexual referencing, no bared boobs - nothing like that. I'd call it our first 'normal' date - and I came to appreciate her as something more than this trash-mouth sex-toy. After climbing into the car, we even kissed each other normally - hot, and all - but, like people on a date. I thought 'whoa! - she can be normal!' - That'd never entered my mind before. I'd discovered another layer. I mean, every other time we'd been on a 30 minutes drive, she'd eventually unzip me and take my cock in her mouth - day or night - crowded with traffic or whatever - truckers passing by or whatever.

'What is this change-up?' I asked her as we hit the driveway.

She didn't reply, just smiled this whimsical smile, then got out.

On the way to the front door, she put her arm around me and pulled me in and softly asked 'What did you think of Jamie? The babysitter.'

I was already being rocked by my slut and a six year old cunt - yo, I'd noticed the girl was stunning - 13 years old or something - long blonde hair and crystal blue eyes, well-tanned, perhaps overly tan - small tits, small ass - actually just a small person in general - amazing what you can think six feet to the front door...

I said, 'She seemed sweet.'

'Oh, I hope not.'

And with that we entered the front door.

She was sitting on the couch - the tv was off - she was reading - had glasses on - not when I'd first hastily met her.

'How did it go?'

'Melissa's a living doll.'

'Yes, she is.'

'Did you have a good time?'

'Yes. Did you crack a beer? - I said you're welcome.'

'No, no - I've got this reading to get done.'

'You're a Lit major? - I think my Mom told me.'

'Yes.'

'Greg here is a Lit major at Harvard - quite brilliant, if you ask him' - and she gave that little tell-tale lie smile. 'You guys should talk. I'll check in on Melissa.'

I was totally uncomfortable.

'Sure you won't have a beer?' I offerred.

She laid down her book, 'O.k. - sure, why not?'

I brought us two beers and sat as far away from her as the conversation couch arrangement would allow.

We were so silent for so long it was like we were at a funeral.

'So, what you reading?'

'Gogol.'

''The Nose' or 'The Overcoat'?'

'Both - How did you know?'

'American obsessions - they usually teach this stuff in college.'

'I'm what they call gifted, so I've been placed in a special class.'

'Whoa, when I was a kid they only put retarded people in special classes.'

And she laughed. 'Yeah, well - I feel like a retard.'

'It's simple - he does that Russian doll thing with metaphors - it's a huge metaphor, inside a smaller metaphor, inside one even smaller - don't quote me on that - I think I have a thesus on the subject all over the net - a smart teacher would claim you're like stealing.'

'He's not smart, but he's a pain in the ass.'

'What are you going to do with it?'

'Ah, how old are you? - You can turn a Literary degree from Harvard actually into a lot of things - but it's not worth a thing - my parents are pissed - ya know, ya just gotta follow your tribe - you may end up destitute - but if you're happy... I'd rather be destitute and happy than rich and sour.'

'Now you're sounding like Dostoyevsky.'

'Ah, don't get me started...Are you reading in English translation, or in Russian?'

And she totally blushed - There was actually a deeper skin-tone to her skin-tone.

'You read Russian?'

'It's a fairly straight-forward language - Cyrillic looks like an unsolvable puzzle - with Russian it's best to start with spoken language - like Spanish. Learn how to speak it first - then learn how to read and write it.'Scandanavian languages are just the opposite. And Suomi - Finnish - fucking give-up before you even try.'

'You speak all those languages?'

'I understand them - I can read them - they can always hear I'm a foreigner to their language - Americans have this gift of

dissonnance - and we don't listen real good. I mean, you can hear a Southern accent? - a Brooklyn accent? - but, really, can you hear the difference between a Jersey accent and an Upper Middle-town accent? - I don't think so. Especially if it's a couple a jews talking together - the phraseology is the same - the accent is nearly the same . ya gotta listen...

'What is Gogol doing here?'

'So I'm helping you write a paper? He's showing us the strata in his society - it's speech. Not just what one says, but how it's conveyed.'

'And Checkov?'

'Extra credit?'

'Kinda - not assigned, but I like him better than even Tolstoy.'

'You are smart.'

This is when my slut entered the livingroom totally naked.

One of the funny things about my slut I don't think I've told - she always has this ornate, I don't know, Catholic or something, cross, dangling from her neck - it looks Russian Orthodox or something - a cross of the suffering of Christ turned into this elaborate woven plummage - though delicate - on a thin silver chain - always dangling - even when otherwise fully naked. Here she was now - the cross dangling right between her somehow sweating breasts - not a stitch of clothes otherwise, if you can call that clothes. I'm always awestruck when I see her naked - perfect 32 breasts, her cunt clean-shaven - not even some kind of ornament above the hole - and she has a lovely protruding clitoris - her stomach totally flat - she doesn't wear make-up, nothing - and her hair is the color of a raven, so black it appears blue to the eyes - and her eyes, god - they're like golden brown cannibals... that cross has slapped my face by accident while fucking her hard so many times now that I just took it as an extra limb or something.

Jamie was unprepared for my slut to appear naked. She turned her head and looked away. She was blushing. Wholly embarrasssed.

'Melissa's sleeping soundly. Good job, Jamie.'

My slut was creating confusion for me - because she'd been gone far too long to just be checking up on her sleeping sister, and presenting herself bone-naked in front of this stranger girl was beyond me... I saw it was a performance, but I didn't understand it. I looked to Jamie, but she couldn't even be in the room - though she was still there - I think the half beer she'd drunk had made her drunk - she was trying to fidgit, but couldn't.

'Oh, dear, have I made you uncomfortable?' And with that she approached Jamie, as if to take her hands. But instead she sank to her knees right before the girl, and kissed her shiny bare knees - one, then the other - licked them - 'I'm such a bitch.'

The girl was totally paralyzed - she wanted to get up and run away, the best she could do was kinda shake her head - like inaudibly shouting 'this isn't happening!'

I tried to protect the girl, 'What the fuck are you up to!'

'She wants to experience lesbian love. I saw it in her eyes when we met.'

'Fuck that! Leave her alone!'

'You wanna fuck her also, don't you?'

The girl was not even in the room - it's as if she'd passed-out, eyes wide-open.

I did start thinking about Kubrick - tonal realities in reflex - this girl wanted something, not sure if the something she was getting was what she'd wanted...

At this point my slut had lifted the tank-thingie up over the girl's breasts and had begun to suck them - as only she can - she's half human and half actress - the girl had no bra on, so it was easy access.

'You can't just go around raping people!'

'Oh. I can, and I will. Join me.'

I was pissed - to say the least. Pissed off. We'd drunken two bottles of red at dinner - then the beer. I was pissed. But here was my slut, sucking this girl's tits - and fingering her under her shorts - me a mile away - but I got pulled-in. 'What if she's a virgin?'

'Fuck that!'

'No, I mean - I don't wanna hurt her.'

And she grabbed the girls hair so hard she winced. 'She likes to be hurt. Suck her cunt.'

It took some doing to get the girl bottom-naked - I was right there, fumbling - but we got her shorts and panties off - and I placed my mouth on her cunt.

She had two people greedily attacking her body - in all the wrong places - and just sat there, not limp exactly, because she was responding - but this was rape - and I was participating... more guilt - my slut was stacking-up guilt on me - at this point I didn't care - I began sucking this thirteen year old's cunt like there was no tommorrow - oh she bucked and bucked - my god she was hot, and juicy - fuck, it was like eating a ripe peach.

'Kiss her.'

Her juices were all over my face - but the switch gave me an option - I stuck my tongue long down her throat, and she responded, in a somewhat struggling manner -

I'd've course, never raped a girl in my life - but the excitement and tempo were there - it was a team-rape, so I felt half so guilty.

'Fuck her!'

I said 'No, no!'

Even though I'd stuck my tongue in all the way, I had no way of knowing if she were virgin.

'No, I won't fucking hurt her!'

'God! - You're a wuss of a man!'

'Fuck you!'

'No - Fuck You!'

So I slotted - and lo and behold, I sank in.

No barrier.

I only get angry when I'm alone - I curse and scream at people up in my head, when I'm far away.

Then came the barrier.

My slut had her hands on my ass and intuitively knew when to press down.

I fucking teared thru this girl's hymen.

She ugged - I held back 'What the fuck?' And simply began fucking her.

My first virgin - my first sex experience was when I was fifteen - Sarah was sixteen, and not a virgin. I hated the pain I'd given Jamie, we - but from then on out it was pure fucking...

She was as tight as Melissa, I swear - she flailed more like an adult.

'Don't come in her!'

So I pulled-out and splooeyed all over her body - I think even some got in her hair - and there was a little blood in the mess

Fuck I felt like shit -

My slut just dutifully went down on Jamie - it was more hungrily -

'I will never, ever, comprehend this woman,' I thought.

The Jamie episode never entered our conversation - for days and days I just fucked my slut and Melissa -

Then Spring Break was over...

It seems my slut and Jamie had become fast friends -

We were hanging out over breakfast one morning, my slut caressing Jamie under the table.

'So, Jamie - do you have any other little girls you babysit?'

'A few.'

'You ever do anything with them - sexually?'

'No.'

'Any really cute girls?'

'Samantha - I call her Sammy.'

'She's cute?'

'As a button.'

'How old is she? How often do you sit for her?'

'She's four. Maybe twice a month. Why?'

'I want you to seduce her.'

'I... '

'I want you to go down on her and finger-fuck her till she screams.'

'I can't. I couldn't... '

'You can, and you will. You know you want to taste her sweet pussy. Just like I'm going to eat yours right now.'

And with that my slut got down on knees, raked off Jamie's underpants while hiking up her skirt, and went at it.

I was more amused than aroused. Jamie just blushed this awful blush. I got up and moved to the side so I could see my slut going after this teenaged pussy. I got hard, quick.

'Piss in my mouth. Come on, piss in my mouth - I dare you!'

Of all the lesbianism I've witnessed over the years, this was by far the most intimate, unscripted, hottest thing I'd ever seen - my slut slurked-down every drop of Jamie's piss - like some hungry whore wanting a big tip, but she was enjoying it - savouring it.

The girl had an orgasm right after her piss, and my slut had barely brushed her wispy bush.

Two weeks later my slut called and told me it was all set. I had no idea what she meant - but that was par for the course. I picked her up and we drove across town. We knocked, and Jamie opened the door. Sammy was completely naked - all four years of her.

'I've licked her, I've fingered her cunt - just like you said. And she enjoys it. She doesn't understand it. And you were right - she hasn't told her parents.'

'Has she pissed in your mouth?'

'Yes. And I've pissed in hers.'

The four year old wandered off - obviously bored by the conversation.

'I want Greg here to fuck you in front of her. Then offer her to him.'

'She's four years old!'

'Yes.'

'I can't fuck a four year old!'

'You can, and you will.'

'Have you popped her cherry?'

'Naw - haven't gone so deep yet.'

So my slut wanted me to produce the pain she'd experienced. I wasn't going there. I wasn't going to have the vaginal blood of this four year old on my cock or conscience.

'Fine. I'll fuck her first.'

With that she fell on the couch with the child and jammed two fingers deep up her vagina - the girl crying. My slut has fingernails like razors. I think I still have scars.