It took me a while to recover, to fully come back. John brought a glass of water and I propped myself up and drank slowly but greedily before he took the glass from me and we cuddled beneath the covers once more. After a long silence, a silence I began to feel a little ashamed in, he spoke.

"Do you often fantasise about that? You know, being snuffed during sex?"

Even though a little embarrassed I could still manage a weak giggle into his neck.

"Sometimes, yes. More often it's others, other people I imagine it happening to. But it's not really a common occurrence.. Just sometimes my mind seems to go in that direction and when you began going there I couldn't help myself. I loved it John. I think I love more the fact I can tell you that as well."

He squeezed my shoulder in understanding and encouragement and kissed the top of my head.

"Did you enjoy going there as well?" I asked quietly and he nodded the affirmative against me.

"Yes Stella, very much so, even more so when I realised the effect my words and thoughts were having on you."

"And did it help you imagine me in that situation? Did you manage to envisage my rape in your head .. and enjoy it too?"

Again he nodded against me. "Yes, I did manage to see it all in my mind, and I loved it as well."

We kissed long and deep once more, again as though sealing a bargain. It just all felt so intimate and so revealing. After we broke there was that silence between us once more but this time I felt easy about it, knowing he was formulating his thoughts. Gently I began to masturbate him once more, nice and slow and gentle, amazed at how his erection had not diminished at all and if anything felt hotter and harder than before. His cock was like a solid rod of hot steel in my fingers, now oozing pre cum in cunt tingling quantities so I could smear it hot and slippery over his bulbous dome and make him shudder with pleasure and excitement.

"Isn't it about time I gave you your cum?" I teased, my offer genuine.

"I can last for a bit yet. Will you manage more?"

I nodded enthusiastically against him, fully aware I could, hoping I would. I was singing inside, more excited than I could ever remember, like a kid on Christmas eve, my belly alive with butterflies. My arousal was simmering away nicely below the surface and I knew it would once more take very little to raise the heat and have me boiling over like a forgotten kettle.

"Good!" he said. "I am enjoying this all too much for it to end now!"

I giggled against him. My thoughts exactly!

For a while we just kissed and caressed each other, the temperature once more building between us until my hips were again straddling his thigh as he lay on his side, my pubic mound grinding against his leg muscles. I felt liberated and bold and I wanted to repay his wonderful efforts. It was my turn to arouse him .. and myself!

"Did you like talking about the little girls and boys being used in the arena?" I asked quietly into his ear, delighting as I felt his cock twitch and momentarily thicken in my gently stroking fingers, this alone giving me the answer to my question.

"Yes, yes I did Stella, and you have no idea how turned on I was when I realised your own genuine interest and probable arousal."

"That was the best bit for me John, the bits that turned me on most .... Not just the animals but the fact that children were used in the arena .. and as you hinted, used elsewhere as well."

His cock went rigid in my fingers and his whole body stilled as though he fought back orgasm. For one delicious moment I thought he was going to cum in my hand but instead there was just a copious dribble of liquid from his helmet which drooled down over my gently pumping fingers allowing me to add lubrication so my flesh became slick on his.

"Oh fuck Stella .. god but I'm close suddenly ... you know it still happens, don't you? Still happens today, children being used for sex .. perverted sex as well."

My own arousal bubbled to the surface, keeping in tune with his, my mind and body suddenly desperate for another cum.

His hips began to jerk, his rigid cock sliding in and out of my fist as he fucked it, and I realised he'd lost it, lost control and now only wanted to cum, and that's what I wanted as well. I wanted to give him his sweet release, but not in my hand unless that's what he really wanted.

"Don't fight it," I whispered into his ear, "don't fight it, just enjoy it. How do you want to cum? In my hand, in my mouth, in my cunt, in my ass? Anything you want John .. just do it to me, use me any way you want .. please? That's what I want you to do ...please?"

With a grunt he grasped my wrist and almost tore my hand from his cock, his desperation making my heart soar. Just the knowledge I could excite this man so much was a turn on for me and at that moment in time I'd have done anything to help him reach his peak, anything at all, no matter how depraved, no matter how sick.

Twisting onto his side he pushed me gently but forcefully onto my back and I went eagerly and willingly, spreading my legs wide as he pushed me over, encouraging him onto me, welcoming him between my wide open thighs with a gasp of delight and my hands now squeezing at his buttocks.

"That's it babe, use me any way you want. Take your pleasure John, let me help you enjoy it ...."

His cock stabbed vainly between my thighs so I slipped a hand down and gripped him hard, slowing him and bringing him back to earth for a moment.

"That's it, easy babe, easy" I crooned as though to a nervous horse. "Take your time, I'm here for you to enjoy, my cunt is yours to use and abuse, but I want you to enjoy it, enjoy it."

He stilled above me and I guided the deliciously bloated mushroom helmet of his cock into my slit, still gripping him tightly and holding him back while I smeared his cock head up and down the oozing gash of my cunt.

"That's it babe. Feel how wet and open I am for you. That's what you've done to me, that's how turned on I am. Now tell me, tell me what you want, tell me how you want to use me, tell me how you want to cum .... And enjoy it John, enjoy every moment. I want to give you the best cum ever. Don't hold back, please don't hold back. Anything you want, anything at all. I promise you it will turn me on as well."

For a moment there was silence. He was controlled again and I marvelled at his ability. Never had I known such control and for a second I was filled with regret for my own limited experience, my own sad experiences with men who ejaculated too fast and left me wanting. But not this man. This man was different and again, in the space of only moments, I knew I would do anything to pleasure him, anything he wanted at all. And what's more I'd enjoy it, enjoy it tremendously.

His head bowed to mine, his breath hot and gasped in my ear and I encouraged him by allowing his cock head to nestle between the gaping wet lips of my cunt so it pressed against my hole.

"How long," he began, "how long have you been turned on by underage sex ... by kiddie sex ... by kiddie fucking?"

His words were like fire on gasoline and my brain flared with delight. So long I'd dreamt of this and now it was here, happening, real and not just imagined. Hard and base and nasty and exposed. Just the way I wanted it, had always wanted it.

"Since I was a little girl John, ever since I first started masturbating. I love the thought of kiddie fucking .. of mature cock in little girl cunt hole .. of pedo cock in kiddie cunt ..."

There! I'd said it. Exposed myself. Revealed the real me. Stood unafraid and unrepentant ... spoken the words I'd only ever dare used in my head, and I knew it had turned him on, turned him on hugely. His cock swelled in my fingers and he forced himself into me, forced himself so hard my encircling fingers were crushed between us and I only just managed to pull them back before they became ground between our thrusting pelvis's. My cunt protested for a moment just as it often did, but then he was in me, in me to the hilt, my own hips rising to meet his in open rejoice.

"Is that what you want John? You want to fuck kiddie cunt? Ride it hard and nasty and deep with your big .. dirty .. fucking swollen pedo cock? Is that what you want babe? Tell me .. tell me if you want to fuck my little kiddie cunt..."

"Oh sweet Jesus," he gasped, "god but you're a wonderfully dirty fucking bitch Stella .. so fucking dirty .. god but I'm going to cum so soon .. so soon ... and I want to fuck your pedo cunt .. put my big nasty pedo cock deep into your pedo cunt .. I want you to be my pedo whore Stella .... My dirty nasty filthy pedo whore ..."

Something inside my head seemed to explode and for the briefest moment in time I thought I was going to be physically sick, my stomach churning in turmoil as my hips thrust hard back up against his own. His words had inflamed me more than anything I'd thought or done or fantasised about previously and for the first time in my relatively short life I felt I was going to orgasm during sex ... actually cum with a cock inside me. I could feel him filling me, my cunt stretched and being pounded mercilessly, and so deep was he thrusting into me each stroke brought a stab of pain as he bottomed out in me, but it was delicious pain and I found I welcomed each deep, hard stroke, thrusting my own hips wantonly up to meet his, wanting him to hurt me, wanting his cock to hurt my cunt. Never before had I felt so abandoned, so free, so totally liberated and so immensely aroused, and my body, my mind and my mouth rejoiced and wallowed in this new found mind blowing depravity.

"I am your pedo cunt!" I gasped, mind alight with the soaring freedom I felt. "I'm a filthy dirty little pedo slut and there's nothing turns me on more than having a pedo cock riding my hot little pedo cunt! Fill me with you filthy pedo cum John, fill my whoring pedo cunt with your kiddie fucking cock. Squirt your hot pedo seed into my kiddie cock loving whore hole ....."

My own words-the filth that poured from my own mouth, from my overheated brain, the mind blowing liberty of being able to say those things, say them and enjoy saying them, share them and know he was loving hearing them, loving hearing me say them, confess them-were the straw that broke the camels back.

Without trying as I had so hard in the past, without attempting to force my orgasm to the surface, squeeze it out of me, I began to cum and cum long and deep and hard, like no other orgasm I'd ever experienced. My back arched, my body became like stone and for long moments I remained rigid with pelvis thrust upwards supporting his weight and absorbing his now violent and uncontrolled thrusts, meeting each of them with open delight. It was as though I stood on the edge of a dark abyss, staring down into its depths, the void tempting me to jump, sucking me ever closer. I teetered on the brink, and then I fell. Weightless darkness, waves of intense pleasure washing through me.

As my orgasm possessed me I felt John begin his, his thrusting halting with his cock buried hard and deep in my welcoming cunt. His back arched so our pelvis's were crushed painfully together and his body began to convulse, each jerk sending a hot rope of cum deep into me.

"DIRTY ... FUCKING ... PEDO ... SLUT ... CUNT ..." he gasped. And then he was done, his body shuddering, relaxing, becoming limp over my own.

For long moments my orgasm continued, each wave an unexpected but welcomed surprise and several times I thought it was over only for it to shudder through me once more, several tiny orgasms one on top of the other.

Finally I lay still beneath him, hands stroking his back, smoothing his neck, feeling the heat and the sweat and the still twitching muscles beneath my fingers.

Minutes passed, then more, then more. We held each other close, caressing, stroking, soothing, comforting until finally I realised he was asleep, slumped sack like on top of me, his shrivelling cock slipping from my cunt so I felt the slow gush of semen and vaginal fluids trickle down and tickle my bum.

I found myself smiling in the darkness, fingers still caressing his neck, body relishing his weight on me, the heat of us together.

Then I too slept.