Sex God
Chapter 3
I sat down on my bed and yanked off my shoes, still marveling at how I'd been completely clued-out about my sister's sex life all this time. They'd been coming home everyday after school and ducking immediately into the bedroom to do God knows what, and I'd had no idea. What a dolt! I guess that's what happens when a guy spends half his time reading school books, and the other half jerking off over fantasies of a girl he couldn't stand.
My sister's stereo came on and a thumping beat began pulsing from her bedroom. Ah, yes! Music to mask the noises they would make, just like every other day.
"What the hell did I think they were doing in there? Studying?" I said to myself. "D'uh!"
I glanced down at my bedroom floor and saw what a mess my room was in. It suddenly disgusted me. Clothes were everywhere, magazines, snack food wrappers strewn all over the floor. It was so completely unsexy. Why had I never noticed this either? I began to clean my room.
There on the floor, half tossed under my bed was my come rag. I looked at it for a moment. I'd used this thing to wipe up after each jerk-off session and I'd toss it in the laundry every weekend and start a new one. Yuck! I picked it up by the cleanest corner I could find and dropped it into the laundry hamper. It was more disgusting than anything else. I felt ashamed. I closed my eyes in exasperation.
Suddenly an image of Stan sucking on my sister's tits flashed into my mind. I stopped dead in my tracks. What the hell? I closed my eyes again and saw it again in bright, vivid detail, as though I was right beside them.
"Shit!" I whispered to myself. More strangeness added to this wacky day. I opened and closed my eyes over and over again, trying to figure out if the vision was real or not. Once again my intuition affirmed it for me though. Somehow the amulet was projecting the images from my sister's bedroom into my mind. Somehow I could see, hear, and almost feel everything that was going on next door. I clutched the amulet to my forehead with a wide grin on my face and closed my eyes once again.
There was Caroline kneeling on her bed with her shirt and bra off and Stan was sitting beside her licking and sucking on her nipples. She was smiling happily like a little girl with a favorite toy and she held his head in her hands as he swirled his tongue around her areolas.
The heat from the amulet! Was it triggered by proximity to sexual activity, or even mere arousal? It had started to heat up as Caroline approached, and now it was blazing hot once again, almost untouchable. The same thing had happened at the museum with Crystal and the security Guard. I would definitely have to investigate that further, but for now, I stood entranced by the images that were projected into my mind's eye from the other room.
Stan wandered down her belly with his kisses and I saw Caroline's face melt from playful happiness, to raw lust as he approached her sex. He pushed her backward and she kicked her feet out from under her to lay down. Stan then flipped her skirt up onto her belly and began tugging her panties down around her squirming little hips. She lifted her ass to assist him and he slid them all the way down to her feet. She kicked them away onto the floor with one foot and sat half way up again, propping herself up on her elbows. Her breast jiggled and swayed as she rubbed her thighs together in an agonizingly beautiful tease. Then she looked at him with a sluttish gleam in her eye and slowly spread her legs, as though opening a wonderful little present for him. Soon her delicate little sex was completely exposed and almost glowing between her wantonly spread limbs. He stretched himself out on the bed below her and propped himself up on his elbows to get a better view of his greatest treasure.
Her vulva was puffy with arousal, surrounded nicely by a swirling nest of soft blond pubic curls. Its labia pouted prettily, shining with her oozing feminine lubricity, slightly parted, exposing her clit and pretty little vaginal opening. It gave an eager internal squeeze, almost seeming to call to him, puckering up for a kiss. He smiled back at it and blew softly across it, causing Caroline's whole body to shudder. He admired it happily for a moment, softly dabbing his fingertip into her slippery little opening and then smearing the wetness he found there across her stiffening clit. His stimulation was like that of a curious young boy, toying with a small animal he had found. Touching it here and there, studying its reactions. Then a wide grin spread across his face.
"Hands... touchin' cunts..." he sang in his best Neil Diamond voice. "Reachin' out..."
"Ah, shit. Don't start that again," she smirked, playfully smacking him in the shoulder.
"Touchin' me... Touchin' you!!!" Stan continued dramatically.
"Here we go..." she muttered, rolling her eyes.
"Sweet Caroline!" he sang passionately. "Good times never seemed so good..."
All three of us laughed. Who the hell sings Neil Diamond tunes as they go down on their chicks? It was hilarious.
"You're an idiot," she smiled at him. "Quit being silly."
"Well you are pretty sweet, Caroline," he said. And with that, he leaned forward to taste her.
He started with her inner thighs, kissing and licking gently all around the area of her vulva, nibbling now and then, and sucking sweetly on her naked flesh. Gradually he worked his way around to the center of her sex and finally indulged her impatient little cunt with a gratifying lick right across her clit. She responded with a lusty little moan and a buck of her pelvis. Then he dove right in, applying his mouth fully to the apex of her labia and licking and sucking at her clit in a slow and delicious French kiss. His fingers came up and worked their way into her hot little box. She reacted beautifully. Her eyes closed, her mouth opened, and her pelvis rolled upward. She grabbed his head lovingly in both hands and voiced her pleasure with a restrained whimper of approval. Her hair spread into a wide blond fan as she fell backward onto the pillow.
I opened my eyes, feeling a little weird about watching my sister having sex, and the scene vanished. I tried to busy myself with cleaning my room for a few minutes, but I was very distracted. It was now quarter to five. Only three hours and fifteen minutes to go for my own encounter.
Suddenly I heard my sister mewling with erotic release through the bedroom wall and I squeezed my eyes shut instantly to see what was going on. There she was, climaxing before him, shaking and shuddering and jerking her pelvis spasmodically up and down across his tongue. I'd missed the first part of it, but sort of tuned in to catch the end. I still felt weird looking at my own sister in mid climax but I couldn't tear myself away from it. My guts churned at the raw sexiness of the female orgasm. Once again I felt myself invigorated by it, filled with energy. She writhed on the bed before him, enraptured by the all-consuming ecstasy her lover was dragging her through. Her tits rocked back and forth gorgeously and her face wore a look of what could have passed for pain, but was more likely the frustration of forced silence. She panted and whined, struggling to keep herself from screaming out loud.
Stan allowed her to finish, kissing her gently all over as she came down from the sexual high, and then sat up and smiled at her. She was a picture of lust, soaked in sweat and panting excitedly as she eyed him up like sexual prey.
"Did you like that?" he asked confidently.
She jumped up like a hungry animal and shoved him backward onto the bed. Within seconds she had his cock out and was bobbing desperately on it with that full and pouting little mouth of hers. The gratitude for her orgasm, and her love for him shined through in her oral motions on his hot, throbbing erection. He yanked vigorously at the sheets and gasped his pleasure, wagging his head back and forth as though in disbelief of the ecstasy she was working into him with the deft motions of her lips, mouth, and tongue. She sat up, jerking his saliva slickened shaft vigorously with her hand.
"Does this answer your question?" she grinned, and bowed down again to resume her sweet slippery suction.
"Mmmmm! Ah! Shhhh... God!" he babbled. It turns out my sister gives fantastic head. My strange new intuition told me that she had been practicing this on him for months before they actually got around to having real sex. She knew exactly what to do. How fast to bob. How hard to suck. How to wriggle her tongue all around it as she pleasured him. My intuition also told me she loved doing it. You didn't need any special intuition to see that though. It was completely obvious that she loved his cock and was working with all her energy to please him.
As she sucked on him she pulled a pen from her night table and began writing on his stomach. M... I... N... E... and then she drew a big arrow pointing down to his dick. He laughed out loud, which sounded kind of funny jumbled together with his intense sexual bliss, and she giggled into his cock without stopping for breath. A few moments later he was coming.
She pulled her mouth off him and began jerking his load up into her face. "Come on," she panted. "Give it to me." And then when the first spurt blasted out onto her face she grinned lustily and said, "Oh yeah... There it is! Come on, Baby! Ah! Yeah!"
Sheesh! She was quite the little slut, I mused to myself. My cock was as hard as a rock from watching her though.
His come erupted in slick white streams. Squirt after squirt flew out of him, decorating her pretty little face in slimy arcs and creamy white splashes. Some landed on her cheeks, some on her lips, some on the side of her nose, and some sprayed right into her wide open mouth. She kept right on yanking it out of him with her slippery little hand and he could not help but release a dopey drunken laugh at the intensity of the pleasures. The feel of her hand working him over like that was nothing short of awesome, but the visual display she created somehow added to the incredible eroticism of the moment.
His last couple of spews were weaker and she had to shake his cock to sling them onto her chin. After that they merely dribbled down her knuckles. She wiped what was left across her lips and cheeks directly, flicking out her tongue to lick the beloved instrument each time it passed by her mouth. Then she grabbed him around the base of his cock with her fingers and squeezed the last few drops out of him like toothpaste from an empty tube. Her fingers slid erotically from root to tip and with each stroke a new dribble of come oozed out of his exhausted cock. She licked these away with a lady-like daintiness that was contrasted by the copious mask of come she wore on her sexy smiling little face. Then when his cock was emptied, she smeared her come-slickened hands across her tits and made an additional mess down there.
"I love you," she said to him. She wiped the come from her face and licked it off her fingers, still gratuitously massaging his hyper-sensitive cock with her other hand. Then she went down and took it in her mouth again, enjoying its thickness and heat, and the way it throbbed helplessly in her oral grip, making him cringe from the over-ripe ecstasy of post-orgasmic stimulation.
"I can tell," he gasped. Then he reached down beside the bed and picked up a face cloth. He began lovingly wiping the sexy mess from her face the way an artist might clean up after painting. Ha! It seemed they had a come rag of their own. She licked and sucked at his cock and balls as he did this, keeping him hard for what was to come next. After a few minutes of patiently caressing his genitals with her sweet little mouth and hands while he proclaimed his eternal love and adoration of her, she began to need his big hard cock inside her.
"Got any energy left to fuck me?" she asked him. It was more a prompt than a question. Her cunt was churning involuntarily with anticipation, and it flowed freely with the liquid arousal that would facilitate the welcome penetration of his wonderful cock into her tiny little teen-age cunt.
"Always, my love," he replied. They finished cleaning her up and soon he was standing beside the bed lining himself up to take her from behind as she sprawled forward onto her stomach. He stared down at her lovely round ass for a moment as she gyrated it impatiently on the edge of the bed. He loved that she wanted his cock so badly she couldn't even sit still. Her legs hung down to the floor and she opened them invitingly, eagerly exposing her hungry little cunt to his imminent invasion. He stepped forward and spread its lips gently with the tip of his cock. Now her motions smeared his cock head excitingly through the crevice of her slippery wet labia. She reached a hand down under her belly and guided him to the entrance. He pressed forward, stretching his way into her tightness, and the head of his cock slipped deliciously into clenching vaginal heat. She gasped once again. He smiled. Then he pressed gently forward, wetting more of himself within her, and with a few more gentle in and out strokes his stomach pressed into her ass and he was fully sheathed. He stood still a moment with his eyes closed, trying to memorize the pleasure of having his cock buried to the root in this gorgeous young thing. She squeezed him inside her, welcoming him home, and resumed her pelvic gyration, unable to refrain from the pleasure of the motion as she felt his cock stir deliciously around inside her.
"Ah!" he said in a shaky voice. "That's the stuff I love, right there."
"You and me both, baby" Caroline stammered with trembling breath. "Big hard cock, deep inside me..."
And then they began the fuck.
He placed his hands on her lovely little hips and began stroking in and out of her hotly squirming pelvis. The motion of her ass ground her clit against her wrist as her fingertips gently caressed his balls. It tickled sweetly, sending lovely shocks of pleasure into the center of his sexuality. Then she cupped his scrotum in her hand and he suddenly felt completely engulfed in her. The only way they could possibly be closer would be for their very souls to touch. It agonized him that this could not be and he thrust passionately forward, over and over again, into the very heart of her womanhood, trying in vain to effect this supernatural contact.
"Oh god, Stan!" Caroline cried. "You're so deep... You're-"
All of the sudden I heard my mom's car pull into the driveway outside. With the music playing Caroline and Stan hadn't heard it at all.
Damn! I couldn't not let them finish. That would be agony for them. I had to do something.
I ran out my bedroom and down the stairs. I met my mom as she was getting out of the car and told her that dad had called and said she had to pick him up at the office.
She stood there staring at me for a moment as though she didn't recognize me. Oh no! Not her too! Don't tell me my own mom thinks I'm a hottie as well. Finally she gave her head a shake and spoke.
"What?" she said with extreme annoyance. "I just talked to him 20 minutes ago."
"I don't know," I continued. "He says his car died or something and he needs a ride to the mechanic."
"Oh geeze," she said. "Couldn't he have told me before I got all the way home?"
She got back in her car and started it up again. I ran back into the house as she was backing out of the driveway. It was a good 15 minute drive to where my dad worked so that would give Caroline and her boyfriend another half hour to finish and get cleaned up.
I went back into my room and sat down on my bed. Then I shut my eyes again and saw the two of them in action once more.
He had evidently turned her over and was now stroking in and out of her from the front. Her skirt was now gone and they were both completely naked, except for socks. He was still standing by her bedside and she had her hand reached down under her ass to tickle his balls. Her tits bounced up and down across her chest with each thrust and I could see the word MINE smeared backward across her belly. He must have leaned down to kiss her and smudged the ink onto her in all the slick, sweaty mess. It looked really sexy though.
Next she grabbed him and pulled him down on top of her, mashing her tits in between them as she crushed his mouth in a desperate kiss while he fucked her. Her legs lifted from the floor and encircled his waist, pulling him deeper into her with every thrust he made.
Soon his back tired and she turned him to lie on her bed. She got up and straddled him, then, reaching down between her legs she pressed his cock into her hot little clutch once more and sank down to the very bottom of it, wincing lewdly as it stretched her around its width. She resumed fucking without the slightest pause. Now it was her turn to show off her moves. Her body rocked with a smooth sultry rhythm and her pelvis wiggled around the carnal connection as she ran her clit up and down across his pelvis. He tweaked and tickled her nipples as she moved above him and she tossed her hair over her shoulder with a labored smile. What she really wanted to do was open right up and cry out her pleasure, but she could not. Instead she had mastered the art of verbally communicating her arousal. For example:
"Your cock feels so fuckin' good right now, Stan. I can't get enough of it. It's filling me all the way up. God, it's so nice. So fuckin' big. So- Ah... Yes!" She wriggled her ass forcefully to the left and then to the right, as though gathering pleasure from the motions, and messed herself up with the ecstasy of his deeply sheathed cock. Her voice had that same high, sexy, breathless tone that Crystal's had when she was fucking. Now Caroline also sang that wonderful song of eroticism. Surely they had fucked dozens of times since they'd first begun, but this particular encounter seemed more exciting then any of the others had been. She was hot, wet and bucking wildly above him. He was hard, strong and deep. It was a perfect match.
As I sat there watching them from my room I marveled at what an awesome fuck my sister was. And with so little experience! Would Crystal be even hotter than she was? My flesh tingled at the thought of it.
Soon they came down the home stretch of their sexy little race. Stan rolled Caroline over onto her back and took control She surrendered to his leading with eagerness, spreading he lissome limbs broadly from one side of the mattress to the other as he grabbed his dick and pressed it into her. They were both now soaked from the lengthy fuck their organs had enjoyed, and it went in easily. He sank it down to the very bottom of her with one swift stroke and they let out another sigh of delight, feeling him challenge the capacity of her tight little squeeze once again.
He started out with deep short strokes, but was soon urged to greater intensity by her overwhelming reciprocation. A wash of sexy sweat dripped from his face and neck and her hands flew up to grip his tight muscular shoulders. She lifted her legs from the mattress and draped them over his back as he fucked her. His cock dropped to a new depth inside her. He began a hard steady thrusting that soon had her panting uncontrollably, and crying out, loud enough for me to hear her through the wall.
"Shhh..." he chided her. "Your brother will hear."
She wagged her head in negation. "I don't fucking care! Just fuck me!"
Stan's mind went blurry with a mixture of lust and love at this. He fell forward onto her chest, needing to be closer, wanting their very souls to touch. All he could do was close his eyes and press his cheek to hers as he enjoyed the intoxicating symphony of pleasures his sweet young lover was producing inside him. He stammered his jumbled up feelings into her ear, struggling to find words to express them.
"I can feel every motion inside you, Caroline. You're squeezing me so tight I can barely breath. Oh God, it's so nice! So fuckin'... Ahh! Mmmmm. You want it harder? You ready to come for me?"
She nodded her head vigorously and grabbed him by the hips, pulling him forcefully against her with all the energy she could muster.
"That's it, baby!" he said. "Come for me. Come on! Show me what your sweet little pussy can do?"
"Ah! YES!" Caroline cried out in response. His words pushed her over the edge. The sound of his deep sexy voice, and the feeling of his hot breath in her ear made her stomach flip over. This combined with the good hard fucking of his powerful, dominating manhood brought her to the peak of sexual bliss. He was literally pounding away at her cunt as she was brought to her climax. She cried aloud with the ecstasy she could no longer restrain, and her cunt clamped hard on him in a violently spasmodic clenching. She clutched her lover to herself with all her strength as the great rushing waves of female orgasm flooded over her. Stan growled powerfully and began a climax of his own.
Still fucking in and out of her vibrating little cunt, he wound himself up to the point of beautiful release and began his ejaculation, thrusting and throbbing inside her as the first shot semen burst out onto her waiting cervix. Their every muscle was taut as they shared in the glorious moment of carnal crescendo and their breathing ceased completely for a moment. They hung in that moment frozen in time, locked in that mutual ecstasy, like statues. For that one moment they were a monument to every pleasure and intimacy lovers could enjoy.
My jaw dropped open in awe.
Finally they breathed again, releasing their pent up ecstasy in simultaneous moans. Their hearts pounded wildly. Their sweat flowed freely. Another throbbing spew of semen pumped out of him and her cunt churned on the vessel of its delivery, begging for more. He thrust again, rough, fast, and deep, spurring his own orgasm on inside her slick wet vaginal squeeze. She squealed as the force of it rocked her entire body up and down the mattress. The head board slammed against the wall.
"Whoa..." I muttered in amazement.
He thrust heavily again, desperately milking out every last sweet sensation from the orgasm, reveling in the powerful grip her womanhood held on him. It responded with luscious fluttering vibrations that celebrated every motion he made inside her. It was beautiful. He never wanted it to end.
He thrust again, and then again. More semen spurted out into her. She gasped sweetly each time. She could actually feel it spraying into the deepest parts of her. It was beautiful. Finally he was spent. He had given her all he could and released all his orgasmic tension with a heavy weeping sigh.
He collapsed onto her and they wound down, shaking and panting, and then shuddering and sighing, and then, in complete relaxation and relief he lay there breathing into her ear and trembling in her arms. She squirmed her legs around on the bed, and all over him, enjoying the gooey sexy feelings that had her body tingling and humming all over, completely surrendered to the pleasures of the moment.
She remembered the terrible pain she had felt when he had first thrust into her with his big hard cock a few weeks ago, tearing through her hymen and almost ripping out her soul. The wonderful size of his dick was agony then, seeming to tear her open inside. She recalled how at that moment could not imagine how sex could possibly be considered pleasurable. She knew now, though. After only a few dozen fucks with him, she had already mastered the art of making herself come. It wasn't difficult though. She absolutely adored his big hard hot thrusting cock. She loved being filled to the point of stretching with it, though it always made her a little sore afterward. It wasn't a particularly enormous cock really. It was actually only six or seven inches perhaps, with only slightly above average thickness. She had a wonderfully snug little cunt though, and to her his cock felt huge.
As if in response to this thought his cock throbbed inside her. She squeezed it in return. Her hand slid up his back and she turned his face to kiss her. It was a long slow, passionate kiss, of completely satisfied lovers. He gently stirred their fluids together with short, careful strokes, still amazed at the pleasure she gave him even now, and she reciprocated with a happy little gyration of her pelvis. It felt so nice to be so close. His cock inside her was an unmatched perfection of pleasure. She never wanted it to end... He tried to withdraw but she held him to her, squeezing his cock unconsciously and hugging him jealously to her breast.
"Not yet," she breathed "Please, just let me feel you inside me a little more..."
"God, I love you," he told her.
I smiled to myself in the other room. I was so glad I'd let them finish.
Finally he lifted himself off her, slowly drew himself out of her deliciously squeezing cunt, and wiped them both clean with the cloth on the floor. It was over for now, until next time.
For me however it was yet to begin. I would soon be enjoying pleasure of my own with Crystal McCorrister. It was now close to 5:30. Only two and a half hours to go. I almost vibrated with excitement as I busied myself cleaning my room. Each time I closed my eyes I saw Stan and Caroline gradually cleaning themselves up and dressing themselves. Their nakedness was covered piece by piece and finally they wandered out of the room. Caroline poked her head in my door.
"How's it going?" she asked. "Mom's not home yet?"
"Nope," I said. "She came home but I sent her back to get dad. I wanted to surprise her by cleaning my room up here, and I need more time. So I made up some story about dad phoning."
"Oh. Great! Good job," she smiled, pleasantly surprised and duly grateful. She was relaxed, casual, and refreshed like only a recently well-fucked girl can be. Stan was the same way. The only sign that anything had happened between them was the sweat on them. They both looked like they come in from a jog or something.
"Let me know when you're ready to go to the mall," she said.
"As soon as mom gets home I guess."
"See ya later, bro," Stan said. I nodded and they headed downstairs for refreshments.
My room was finished by the time my mom got home. She was pretty upset about me sending her on a wild goose chase, but when I showed her my room and told her the lie I'd made up about it, she was flabbergasted. I hadn't cleaned my room in about seven years and she was truly amazed.
Caroline and I left for the mall and I drained my bank account on a $1200 shopping spree, buying everything my sister thought looked sexy on me, from shoes all the way up to sun glasses. I also bought a gold chain and some metal polish for the amulet. We had about ten different bags to carry by the time we left there.
We got home shortly after 7:00 PM. I got dressed, got the amulet polished up and hung it around my neck for the first time. I actually did look kind of sexy now, with Caroline's help. She even did my hair for me. Then at about ten to eight, I headed over to her house.
Chapter 4
Crystal McCorrister's house was practically a mansion. It was huge. I walked up to the front gate and pushed it open with a great creak of the old iron bars. It was kinda creepy but the house itself was nice enough.
I stood there in the gateway for a few moments. Emotions battled inside me. Excitement, and lust on one hand. Fear and apprehension on the other. What would we do in there? Would she lead me straight into her bedroom? Would she rape me in the doorway? Would we talk for a while first? I'd had this fantasy so many times, but now that it was actually happening I wasn't so convinced that I'd dreamed it accurately. It was only this morning she was acting like the queen bitch of the universe to me after all. It was only this morning I'd hated her. What if this was all some twisted joke she was playing on me? What if... 
I had the amulet though. I wasn't overly worried.
There was only one thing to do. I stepped forward and headed down the sidewalk, as though meeting my very destiny. My black trench coat billowed out behind me as I strode forward. It was like a scene from a movie or something. I could almost hear the soundtrack in my mind. Dark and exciting, as the hero approaches the fair maiden for the first time.
I stepped up to the front door and rang the chiming bell as I'd done ten-thousand times as a lowly paper boy. Once again I half expected her to open the door and tear my head off with some cutting insult. I shook it off and tried to picture her answering the door in a silk negligee, or maybe even nothing at all.
Finally the door opened.
Crystal and I stood like statues, staring at each other in surprise for a long moment. She could not believe her eyes. I actually looked as hot as they'd thought I was this afternoon. Back then it had been just an aura the amulet was projecting for me, but now the aura was substantiated by the finest clothes money could by, and a stylin' hairdo to match.
"Alfred? Alfred Gilroy?" she said in disbelief.
"Call me Gil," I reminded her with an easy smile.
She was literally stunning. She wore a tight black dress that started at her chest and clung to every curve on her body, all the way down to her upper thighs. She wore black stockings and these really sexy calf-high boots. Her hair was done up in this sophisticated looking bun and she had redone her make-up since school dismissed. I reached up and tilted my sunglasses down the bridge of my nose to get a better look. To say she looked hot was uselessly inadequate. But that was the only thing that my dumbfounded mind could come up with, a stupid little voice inside my head that kept repeating "God, she's hot! God, is she ever hot!"
"I swear, it's a fucking miracle! You're like a new person!" she blathered softly.
I wasn't quite sure how to take this. It was somewhat of a back-handed compliment coming from her. She normally did nothing but insult me. But I gave her the benefit of the doubt and trusted in her sincerity this night.
"You like?" I asked, spinning in a flashy circle before her.
"Actually, to be honest, all I can think of is tearing those gorgeous looking clothes off you. But one must restrain herself. How do I look?"
My stupid brain was about to say something dumb at first but then something else stepped in to take over the controls.
"I stand amazed, dear Crystal. You are a jewel, decorating the universe of any man who finds himself lucky enough to be in your presence. Let glowing sunsets and the sweetest roses keep humble silence before you, the goddess of all that is beautiful, for truly you shame them."
Where these words came from I don't know. I only know that it was exactly the way I felt but could not express a moment earlier.
She stood silently before me. Then she swallowed hard and tears welled up in her eyes. Her hand moved unconsciously to her chest as though something had caught fire inside her. Finally a tear spilled down her cheek.
"I just broke up with Cliff. I told him I didn't want to see him anymore and he called me every nasty name in the book. Slut, whore, bitch, cunt, cock-teaser, prude, spoiled little princess. I- I was crushed. I was beginning to wonder if those things were true. I was wondering if you thought those things of me too. Were you gonna just come over here a dump a load in me like Jackson did, and- and then just leave? I was ready to send you away. But, you..."
She trailed off. Then she suddenly reached out, and to my great surprise, she hugged me. A great grappling hug, as if I was a life preserve someone had thrown her as she was drowning in the sea. Then she started sobbing. I didn't know what to make of it. Chicks are weird sometimes. Being a horny adolescent, naturally the first that crossed my mind was how awesome her chest felt against mine. I wanted to peel her dress down and-
"I've been so cruel to you, Alfred. Please forgive me. You may be the nicest person I know, and I've been so mean and cruel."
"I admit that I desperately hate that bitch who treated me so badly for so many years. But if you promise me that you're not her anymore, I'll not only forgive you, but I'll give my heart away to you. Surely you must know that I've loved you since the day I first saw you. If I didn't, none of your insults, none of your cruelty would have ever touched me. I never knew that before, but I realize it now."
Was it too much too soon? I thought to myself in a panic. Now was not the time to say something stupid and give her more ammunition if this was all a set-up somehow. But I couldn't help it, though. Her tears shattered me. They woke something up inside me that I never even knew was there. I really did love her, and suddenly I knew I always had.
Then something even stranger happened as we stood there holding each other. I began to become aware of her entire sexual history, the same way I'd read into Caroline and Stan's past. Only this intuition was way more detailed, way more vivid, and it went way further back in time. Crystal continued her muffled sobbing, trying to explain all the reasons why she was crying, but I was only listening with half an ear. I was too distracted by the amazing story that unfolded in my mind's eye.
Her first sexual experience had been as a child. She had walked in on her mom cheating on her dad after deliberately missing the school bus so she could stay home to play with a new toy. She came home from the bus stop and was planning to sneak into the house and hide in her room all day, but when she got in the house she heard her mom crying. Children are naturally drawn to the sound of weeping so she went upstairs to see what was the matter, even though she knew she might get caught.
There was her mother in bed with a man she did not know. She was sitting on him with her big hairy pee-pee, and his boy-thingy was poked right up inside her. She was shocked, but strangely fascinated. She just stood there watching the whole thing. No wonder mommy was crying! It looked so painful! Her pee-pee was red and swollen and it was all soaking wet. She was bouncing up and down on it, making it go in and out of her for some reason. Little Chrissy was scared.
All of the sudden mommy started panting and calling out how it "feels so good!" and she told him she wanted it "deeper and harder!" Now little Crystal was confused. She sounded like she was crying in pain, but she was happy as well somehow.
After a few minutes they both stiffened up and Crystal thought they were dying or something, but then they seemed so happy and screamed at each other even more how good it felt. It was very scary.
Then the man took his thingy out of her and it was all slimy and wet. Mommy told him to be careful not to get anything on the sheets because if her husband found out he would kill her. This frightened Crystal a lot. She didn't want Daddy to kill mom. She ran away and hid under her bed all day, thinking about what she saw. She'd never told a single soul what she'd seen that day and she still hadn't to this day.
She started touching her own pee-pee a lot more after that, though.
A few years later Crystal's mommy and daddy split up and Daddy started paying mom something called Alley-money. She wasn't sure what that was but she knew it had something to do with this one day she had to sit all day quietly in a court room while mom and dad talked to a judge. She remembered them calling each other horrible names that day, and every time they did the judge banged his little hammer to make them stop.
Then daddy moved away and it broke her heart. She loved her daddy and mom and wanted them to stay together. They seemed like they hated each other though.
A while later a new man moved in with her and mommy. She was about eight or nine by then. His name was Craig, and she was always sent outside to play in her tree house whenever they wanted to poke his thingy up into mom. They didn't know she knew what was going on, but she always heard mom crying out the way she had that one morning. She meanwhile would lay on a blanket, sucking her finger and playing with her own privates. She loved sucking on her finger. She did it whenever she was nervous or excited about something.
Then one day Craig caught her playing with her pee-pee in her bedroom. He asked her what she was doing and she said "Nothing." She was embarrassed. Then he asked if he could play with her privates too.
My guts churned with rage at this. I've always hated child-molesters.
Nevertheless Craig said he knew how to make a pee-pee feel really nice and if she let him touch her he wouldn't tell mom what he saw her doing. So she'd let him touch her and it didn't feel good at all. He just hurt her and made her feel bad. He tried to push his finger into the little hole in her pee-pee but she started crying and he got up and left in a hurry. Her and mom never saw him again. He took his clothes and was gone before she got back.
Crystal had never told a single soul about this incident either. She never wanted to see Craig again, and if she told anyone they might try and find him. So all through mom's tears and loneliness, Crystal kept silent about what had happened and told her she should just find a new boyfriend.
The next big incidents happened during a summer vacation to Crystal's cousins in Utah one year. She was about 13 at the time and her cousin Mary-Ann was 14. Mary-Ann had three older brothers. Jake who was also 14, ten months older than her, and Tommy and Randy who were 15 and 16.
She was wandering around looking for them the very first afternoon, and finally she went off into the woods. There, sitting by an old run-down shack was Tommy. When he saw her coming he called to the other three and they all game pouring out of the shack in a big hurry, looking as flustered and guilty as ever. Evidently Tommy had been a look-out.
"What are you doing here?" Randy demanded. "Go on home now."
"Wait," Mary-Ann interrupted. "Maybe she can join in."
"Nah. She'll tell," Jake said flatly. "She's a spoiled little city kid."
This hurt Crystal and she immediately protested.
"I won't tell anyone. I swear!" she said. "What're you guys doing in there?"
"You really want to know?" Randy asked.
"Swear you won't tell. You'll get in just as much trouble if you do," Jake threatened.
"I swear," she promised. "I won't tell a soul."
She was good at keeping deep dark secrets after all.
"Come on inside then," Randy grinned. "Tommy, you stay out here and keep watch."
"Hey!" he objected passionately. "It's Jake's turn to keep watch!"
"We never finished yet, stupid!" Jake argued. "Remember?"
"Oh yeah," Tommy frowned. "Well just hurry up then."
They led her into the shed to show her the big secret. Whatever was going on must have been pretty cool, judging by the passion of Tommy's arguments.
The inside of the shack was damp and musty, with only one greasy old window to let light in. It must have been an old wood storage shed. There were splinters of logs and a rusty old saw hanging on the wall. Jake re-lighted an old kerosene lantern and the room was bathed in its warm glow. Then all three of them turned to Crystal.
"You swear you'll never say nothing to nobody?" Randy asked again.
"I swear," Crystal said, swallowing hard with excitement. Her stomach was tumbling anxiously with a mixture of excitement and fear. What was the big secret? She was dying to know.
Suddenly Mary-Ann got down on her knees and the boys took their privates out of their pants. Both boys stared with grins at Crystal, watching her shock and morbid fascination. Mary-Ann took Jake's penis into her mouth and suddenly her cheeks hollowed out with suction. Jake's face melted into an enraptured bliss of pleasure and his hands began to shake. As she sucked on him, she tugged at Randy's cock with her right hand. Randy grinned at Crystal as if they'd discovered some secret treasure and they were letting her in on it. Crystal sat down on an old log stump to watch.
Crystal was entranced and yet horrified at the same time. She saw Mary-Ann's tongue wiggling all around Jake's erection inside her mouth and she looked up at him as she worked, studying the distorted, sweaty look of ecstasy on his face as though it was a gift to her. Crystal's little pussy wet itself instinctively. She squirmed in her seat.
"My turn now," Randy interrupted after a few minutes.
"Wait! Please!" Jake protested. "I'm almost there!"
"I've waited long enough," he protested authoritatively. "It's my turn now."
"Hurry up, you guys," Tommy called from outside. "I've been waiting an hour."
Mary-Ann's mouth popped of Jake's penis, releasing it from the suction with a gratuitous smack of her lips. She turned to receive Randy's penis in its place, reaching up with her left hand to stroke Jake while he waited for his next turn. Randy's face dropped into the same look of ecstasy Jake's had shown, and he closed his eyes and gripped the sides of his sister's head as she sucked on him.
Jake however was too impatient, and he pushed her hand away, eyeing up Crystal lustfully as she squirmed on the log a few feet away.
"You wanna try, Crystal?" he stammered, trying to make it sound like he was doing her a favor by offering her his fiery red erection.
Crystal shook her head, nervously in negation, but a lick of her lips betrayed her. She really did want to give it a try. It looked very exciting.
"If you hang around here you have to help," Randy announced. "Mary-Ann's doing all the work all the time. It's not fair."
Jake shuffled up to Crystal with his pants around his ankles and the next thing she knew his cock was waving impatiently in front of her face.
"Please," he said. "I need to finish..."
Crystal looked at his cock twitching and throbbing and saw a string of drool ooze out of its little mouth. She reached up cautiously with her shaking hands and wrapped her fingers experimentally around it. It was hot, and it seemed to pulsate in her hand.
"Put it in your mouth and suck it," Jake instructed her impatiently.
"Give her a minute, stupid," Randy snapped. "She's never done this before."
"Ah, man!" Jake groaned in annoyance. "Hurry up! Stupid city girl, doesn't even know how to suck cock!"
Mary-Ann giggled. Randy said nothing.
This hurt Crystal, and though part of her wanted to run away from these awful mean young boys, her pride demanded she prove him wrong. She opened her mouth and he immediately shoved it in. She felt its heat slide across her tongue and almost to the back of her throat. She gagged a little but didn't pull away. She just sat there with it in her wide open mouth doing nothing.
"Suck it," he prompted her. He was trembling violently now, and his voice shook with lust. "See what Mary-Ann's doin'? Do that to me."
Crystal carefully closed her mouth around it and gave it a bit of suction. Jake winced in pain.
"Ow! Wait!" he snapped at her. "You gotta get your teeth out of the way. It's not a hot dog, you know."
Crystal opened her jaw wider and resumed the suction without touching her teeth to his cock. She looked over at Mary-Ann and tried her best to imitate what she was doing to Randy. She began to move her head back and forth just like her older cousin was doing to Randy. His cock began sliding in and out of her gentle suction.
"Yeah... Oh, yeah!" Jake muttered. "That feels so good. That's the way..."
Crystal felt a glowing sense of pride and reassurance flooding through her. She was not such a dumb city girl after all.
"Wriggle your tongue around it too," he said, and she complied. "Oh yeah, just like that!"
Young Crystal immediately found she liked what was happening, and her nervousness was gradually replaced by trembling excitement. It was much better than having a mere finger in your mouth. It was nice and smooth and hot. It was alive, and Jake reacted gorgeously to her stimulation. Crystal sudden knew why Mary-Ann stared so intently into the boys' faces. They looked so erotically handsome with their faces twisted into such ecstasy.
The only problem was that Jake kept shoving forward into the back of her throat, making her gag every once in a while. He seemed to like doing this for some reason, though it interrupted the rhythm of the blow-job. He smiled each time and told her to hurry up and get back to sucking him. This was the only thing she didn't like, but Mary-Ann seemed to have no problem with it. Perhaps Crystal would overcome this difficulty after awhile as well.
"What do you think, Crystal?" Randy asked her. "You like suckin' dick?"
Crystal nodded hesitantly, causing Jake's dick to roll across her tongue as she did. He flinched in ecstasy as she did this and a broad grin spread across his face.
"Oh, man!" Jake croaked. "I'm just about finished. Oh god, here I come!"
"Me too," Randy announced, his voice strangled with excitement.
The next thing Crystal knew there was hot fluid spurting into her mouth. She jerked back in shock and his cock was yanked out of her mouth. She immediately gagged and bent down to spit whatever had come out of him onto the floor.
"Shit!" Jake whined in agony. "She didn't finish!"
He began violently jerking at his cock and Crystal saw several white gobs of this wet stick stuff fly out of it. It hit her in the shoulder and she flinched away with a dramatic squeal.
Meanwhile Mary-Ann was dutifully swallowing Randy's stuff without the slightest hesitation. Her throat gulped at it as he filled her mouth up with the stuff, grunting and gasping as she sucked happily on his throbbing erection.
Meanwhile poor little Crystal was twisting this way and that on the other side of the shack in a comical little dance, trying to dodge the gooey white spray that Jake seemed intent on hitting her with. It streamed out of him in great squirting jets. The look on his face was not the ecstasy that Randy showed. His was frustration and annoyance at having his long awaited orgasm wrecked by a dumb little city girl.
Jake twisted his pelvis to chase the squirming girl with his cock, vindictively trying to hit her right in the face for ruining his turn to be sucked. He scored as she flinched to the left and a slimy glob of come hit her right across the cheek. At this Crystal finally jumped right up and got out of the way, knocking the log stump over and waving her arms around in disgust as she tried to fling away the goo that had landed on the back of her hand.
"Ew! Ew! Ew!" she squealed girlishly, and the boys laughed at her.
"You're supposed to swallow it, dummy!" Mary-Ann smirked. "Now look at you. You're all covered in it."
Suddenly Mary-Ann did something very odd. She got up and walked over to Crystal. She grabbed her on each side of her face and licked Jake's come off her cheek. Crystal flinched once again as she did this but could not pull away. She showed it to the younger girl, wagging her tongue to show her the liquid white pearl on it, and then she closed her mouth and swallowed it.
"See. Nothing too it. Don't freak out next time," she instructed. She licked the other gobs off her shoulder, chest and hand and held them in her mouth. Then she kissed Crystal and spit them into her mouth. Crystal whimpered in horror as the cool slimy gobs entered her mouth, but she could not pull away. Mary-Ann was very strong.
"Those belong to you," she grinned. "Now swallow."
The flavor was strong, not horrible, but slightly bitter, like the disgusting cough syrup mom used to make her swallow. Crystal gulped it down sheepishly, squeezing her eyes shut in disgust. The thick semen oozed disgustingly down her throat. She wanted to cry but she fought off the tears. She was grossed-out and feeling sick, but did not want to be teased again. She also wanted to gag, but she fought that off as well. If she gagged she might even throw up, and then she would be ridiculed even worse. Finally she opened her mouth, showed them that it was all gone, and then faked a smile.
"See?" Mary-Ann said. "No problem."
"Good job," Randy complimented her.
Tommy came in for his turn and Randy headed outside for his shift on guard duty. Tommy was told to go to Crystal, and Mary-Ann took a turn sucking on Jake. She wanted to "finish him off right" this time, the poor boy. That little comment stung Crystal, but she did not let it show.
Crystal took Tommy's cock into her mouth and began giving him head without the slightest hesitation. She had messed up her first blow-job but was determined to win their approval this time. She would do an awesome job.
Tommy was more gentle, patient, and encouraging, and she found she liked him a lot better than Jake. She found once again that she enjoyed having cock in her mouth. The feel of it, the heat and texture sliding in and out of her warm wet suction. She enjoyed giving pleasure. She enjoyed the reassurance of the boy's sweet and trembling caresses, moans, and soft little compliments. She also enjoyed the fact that Tommy was so much more grateful to have his cock sucked than Jake had been. Jake acted like she owed it to him somehow, but Tommy was genuinely appreciative, and he told her so in so many ways.
He did not rudely shove forward either, making her gag the way Jake had. He simply let her do whatever she wanted and he stood there trembling and sighing, holding onto her with shaking hands as she pleasured him with her sucking, and swirling mouth. Her little tongue danced happily along the underside of his shaft and he threw his head back in ecstasy at the feel of it.
Mary-Ann released Jake's cock from her mouth for a moment and said to Crystal, "You'll like Tommy's come better. It's always so sweet tasting." Then she resumed her sucking, watching Crystal work out of the corner of her eye.
This encouraged Crystal even more and she picked up the pace of her oral stimulation. She soon had Tommy coming in her mouth and this time she was ready for it. The semen flooded forth from his cock and she suddenly knew what Mary-Ann was talking about. It did taste sweeter, like dull sugary lumps of goo that she actually enjoyed having in her mouth. She began to swallow as was expected of her and she suddenly noticed her hand had gone on its own down to her privates. She was rubbing at her little clitoris through her pants.
Tommy meanwhile just about died from the pleasure. His legs unbuckled at one point and he had to snap them back into place underneath him. He grunted out his pleasure and he held lovingly onto Crystal's head as though she were a life preserver someone had thrown her.
I recognized that same intensity as Crystal held me in her doorway, crying in my arms.
The story played out in my mind as Crystal led me into the house and sat me down in the living room. She sat there holding me as she cried and talked about people at school, and Cliff, and Jackson, and even some teachers that had hit on her once in a while. I wasn't really paying attention 100% though. In my mind I could see Jake finally ejaculating into Mary-Ann's swirling and gulping mouth. She finished him off expertly and wiped the slime from her chin, grinning at Crystal.
"Now that's how it's done," she said proudly.
Jake headed outside to his watch with shaky legs and a contented smile on his face. Mary-Ann had taken everything he gave her and swallowed it all. He was finally satisfied, at least for a little while.
Tommy switch over to Mary-Ann next, while Randy came in for a turn in Crystal's sweet little virgin mouth. Now she was even more determined to do a good job, since he seemed to be the leader. His approval would guarantee the approval of them all.
He took out his cock and offered it to her. She dove onto it with her mouth, immediately taking it all the way to the back of her throat without even gagging. She was ready for it this time, and a surprised look splashed across his face.
"You sure you never done this before?" he asked. She shook her head 'no', dragging his cock across her tongue with the motion. Mary-Ann glanced over at them, and then jealously picked up her own pace on Tommy's cock. Crystal sucked at Randy wildly, enthusiastically begging the semen from him with the eagerness of her motions. It took him a long time to come, having already emptied a few loads into Mary-Ann's delicious mouth that afternoon, and eventually Crystal's began to tire. She didn't let up though but kept right on sucking and bobbing and swirling as hard and as fast as she could.
Tommy came before Randy did, releasing a delighted sigh as he filled his sister's mouth with come. She milked it from him sensuously and gulped it all down and when it was over he sat down on the floor and started crying.
"Is he ok?" Crystal asked, breaking the suction for a moment.
"He always does that. He's kind of a baby," Randy said.
"I'm just so fuckin' good it makes him cry," Mary-Ann smirked.
"Are you ok?" Crystal asked Tommy with genuine concern. He smiled at her through his tears and gave a thumbs up. Then she went back to sucking on Randy's cock and Mary-Ann joined her, covering his balls with her tongue while Crystal continued on his dick.
"This'll finish him off quicker," she said with a tone of experienced certainty.
Sure enough, Randy began whimpering and shaking and the next thing Crystal knew his come came spewing out weakly into her mouth. She was ready for a great copious load, but apparently he didn't have much left. It was all in his Mary-Ann's stomach. Crystal swallowed what he did give her with ease, not noticing any particular flavor and then, much to his surprise, held his cock in her mouth for a while longer, not letting him pull it away. She wanted to impress him, she wanted to pleasure him beyond what he'd known before.
She continued her soft, sweet sucking and swirling of her tongue and he cringed at the pleasure of it.
"Damn," he grinned at Mary-ann. "She can't get enough all of the sudden."
Mary-Ann shoved Crystal aside, not wanting to be upstaged, and stole the cock from her. She took it deep and sucked even harder on it, and Randy mewled in agonized pleasure. Crystal went down to suck on his balls as Mary-ann. Then Crystal took another turn, trying to out-do the greatly experienced Mary-Ann, but was stopped by Randy who could no longer stand the intensity of the pleasure. He yanked it out of her eager little mouth with a pop and patted them both on top of the head. His two obediently little cock-suckers.
He knew they both desperately wanted his approval, and he loved it. It was a great turn on for him and he always had an edge over his two brothers in that respect.
It went on like that for a half-hour more until all three boys were completely exhausted of come and they decided to head home for the day. Crystal found she was unable to eat supper, feeling a little nauseous at the thought of having so much come in her stomach, but Mary-Ann kicked her under the table and prompted her to force some food down, lest the adults grow suspicious.
Their secret little oral sex adventures went on like that for the rest of the week and on into the weekend. Everyday they all went out to the old shack in the woods and Crystal and Mary-Ann competed with one another for the boys' semen. The vigorous young men were always able to deliver at least five loads each, pausing for a good half hour in between when it was their shift on watch. Everyday the two girls went home with aching jaws and sore knees after being used over and over again for the boy's pleasure. On average the girls usually wound up sucking down at least eight or nine loads each per day. Crystal had no idea how Mary-Ann had managed to keep these boys satisfied on her own! They were almost super-human in their rambunctious sexual energy.
Crystal quickly became an expert at giving head as well, eventually even rivaling Mary-Ann in her technique and speed at which she could get the guys off. Mary-Ann's initial jealousy faded after a couple of days though. She began to appreciate the assistance, and the company of another girl who she exchange tips and tricks with.
"Try this with your tongue," Crystal would say.
"Try rolling your head around like this," Mary-Ann would reply a while later. The boys were happy subjects of their oral education, though they didn't like the rhythm to be interrupted for too long. It went on like that for many exciting summer days. They never even thought of fucking however.
The insatiable young boys even came to them at night a few times. Crystal woke up one night to find Randy standing over Mary-Ann's bed with his cock in her mouth. The bed creaked slightly as she sucked him, and her mouth made these little wet sloppy sounds, but other than that they were completely silent. Soon Jake had joined them and Crystal carefully sucked him off, trying desperately not to make the slightest little noise. Mary-Ann cooed softly as Randy erupted into her mouth. His only sound was a slight gasp, and then Jake started coming into Crystal's mouth. She sighed happily as it came and began swallowing, loving the comforting grip he held on her head as she brought him off with her hot little mouth and wildly whipping tongue. The boys emptied their loads into the girls gulping throats, kissed them, and tip-toed away back to their rooms.
"I love sucking cock," Mary-Ann whispered in the darkness.
"Me too," Crystal agreed.
Finally it was time to leave and Crystal returned to her own neighborhood half-way to womanhood. She would miss the daily allowance of cock the boys in Utah offered but she was sure to find plenty of guys in her own area willing to give it up to her, now that she knew what to look for.
Sure enough, she had another cousin in the city who they'd go to visit every few weeks. She introduced him to the delights of oral sex one afternoon while their parents were out shopping and he even boldly offered to go down on her. It was her first experience having her cunt licked. She didn't orgasm, but she loved it anyway. She took a few loads out of him and they had barely composed themselves before their moms returned.
"What were you kids doing?" Crystal's mom asked. "You're all flushed and sweaty."
"Mark was throwing stuff at me," Crystal lied. "I was just trying to get away."
Throwing stuff at her? I mused to myself. Indeed!
Their little fling went on for a whole year, and they even discovered the 69 position all by themselves, not even knowing that it had a name. They actually thought they had created it themselves.
She began to take shape as a woman as well during that time. Her breasts slowly developed toward their current size, and her curves formed beautifully in other areas as well. By the time she was fourteen she was well on her way to becoming the gorgeous knock-out she was today.
Crystal eventually did have an orgasm from his oral stimulation. She was completely shocked by it, not even knowing that it was possible until it actually happened one day. She cried out and he thought he was killing her or something, but she begged him not to stop.
All of the sudden she remembered that day her mom had first been in bed with that strange man. Her cries reminded her of that. She finally understood what had really happened to her mom, and decided it was time to try vaginal sex. Not with Mark though... 
It was at this point that Crystal finally interrupted my day-dream of her sexual past. I hadn't even notice her stop talking and all of the sudden I snapped out of it to find her staring deeply into my eyes.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"You... You've been masturbating over me for years, haven't you?"
My face went red. "Huh?" I asked stupidly.
"You have. I can see it. You've been fantasizing about me for years, even though I was so cruel to you!"
"H- How do you know?" I asked nervously.
"I don't know. I just know it somehow. I can see you laying there pulling on your cock, dreaming of me riding you. You've got this little rag, under your bed... Oh, my God! How do I know that?" she squealed excitedly.
"I guess the same way I know about you and Mark in a 69," I smirked back at her, with a hint of defensive hostility.
Her jaw dropped. She covered her face in horrified shame. "There's no way you could know that! No fuckin' way! I never told a soul, and he killed himself."
"He did?" I asked shocked.
"Yes. He did. I guess he'd fallen in love with me or something and killed himself when he realized he could never have me."
Suddenly a lump formed in my throat. What ordeals this girl had been through! I wanted nothing more than to just hold her and take care of her all the sudden. I reached out to hug her but she pushed me away.
"How do you know about that?" she demanded angrily.
"The same way you know about my masturbation I guess. With this."
I pulled out the amulet from my shirt. It shone brilliantly between us.
"I stole this from the museum this afternoon. It's magic or something. I can see a person's whole sexual history, and apparently they can see mine I guess, though I don't really have one."
"You mean you know about everything I've ever done?" she asked glaring at the amulet with terrible fear in her eyes. "Everything?"
"I only got up to the part with Mark. I didn't see everything..."
"Oh my god," she whimpered. "I-"
"Don't worry about it, I won't say anything to anybody."
"Oh my god," she sighed again. She got up and hurried away.
"Damn it!" I cursed to myself.
I had revealed my entire secret to her. Perhaps it was a terrible mistake.
Chapter 5
I sat on her couch in the living room for a few minutes wondering what the hell to do next. I had come to her house intending to seduce her and enjoy a gorgeous evening of hot sweaty fucking with the girl of my dreams. Instead I had humiliated her. Damn!
My heart pounded in my chest, almost violently, as I thought about her naked flesh, spread beautifully before me, welcoming me into the pleasures of her flesh with enthusiastic pelvic bouncing. She would truly be an awesome fuck! Possibly the best I'd ever have my whole life. But had I ruined my chance? Would she ever speak to me again? Should I just leave?
I took a step toward the door, but then stopped. Once again thoughts flooded my mind of my mouth on her tits, greedily sucking and licking her nipples as a pressed my cock in and out of her. I saw her belly rolling in waves beneath me as she worked her pelvis around in delicious little circles enhancing the overwhelming pleasure of my desperate thrusting. It was too sexy to give up. I had to at least try.
I turned and headed up the stairs where she had fled to. Down the hall I saw a door slightly open and heard the soft sounds of feminine weeping. I stepped up to it and pushed it silently open.
There she was, the goddess of all my wettest dreams, flopped down on her bed with her ass toward me. Her legs were slightly parted and I could see up her skirt. She wasn't wearing underwear! The little slut! I grinned to myself. She had planned to fuck me all along. If I would have just paid more attention to her instead of getting lost in that day dream, I probably would have been inside that sweet little cunt by now. Damn!
Damn indeed. Her little patch seemed to peek out at me from the shadows of her skirt. It's lips pouted out toward me, and I could just imagine parting them with the head of my cock. Sliding into her hot, slippery squeeze.
Sliding in the way Andrew had.
Andrew?
Yes, Andrew. Her first lover. The lucky bastard who had taken her cherry one cool summer night. She had been fifteen when it happened, and freshly energized by her recent discovery of sexual climax with Mark. She was enthusiastic about her first fuck, and on the lookout for a suitable candidate. She met Andrew at a convenience store.
She was sitting there with a girl friend Roseanne when he pulled up in his convertible. He must have been 19 or 20. He smiled at them and they smiled back, all gushy and giggly as only teenage girls can be.
"You chicks know where there's a party?" he asked.
They shook their heads in negation.
"We were kinda looking for something to do too," Crystal said.
"You wanna come for a ride?" he invited. "Maybe we can find something. If not, then maybe we can make our own fun."
It was a seriously cheesy line, but they bought it. They were young and stupid after all, and he was an older guy with a car. He probably could have belched the alphabet and they still would have gone along with him. Needless to say, they jumped in the back seat and he squealed away.
They drove around and around for the longest time, up and down the main drag, looking for a party. There wasn't one to be found unfortunately and the girls began to get restless, each for their own reasons. Roseanne because she was nearing her curfew and would have to be taken home soon, and Crystal because she couldn't get over the thought of going all the way with this guy. He was hot! And sexy! And he had an awesome car. She kept glancing at him provocatively in the rearview mirror and he soon figured out that if he was going to fuck either of them it would definitely be her. So he began to flirt back, trying to figure out a way to get rid of that uptight Rosa-what's-her-name.
Finally Roseanne could wait no longer. She asked to be dropped off at the convenience store where they had met, and urged Crystal to come with her. Crystal gave her a wide glare, telling her without words not to blow it for her with this gorgeous guy. So Roseanne let her go with a promise to call her first thing in the morning. Then they drove off alone.
Crystal climbed into the front seat and it was only a matter of minutes before Andrew had his arm around her and was fidgeting with her bra strap. She let him of course, trying her best to pretend she was a fully mature and willing young woman. He knew she wasn't but he didn't care. He knew she was a young dumb little teen who was all too eager to get some attention from a guy with a car. He would give her plenty.
They parked in a secluded area, no longer pretending to look for a party, and soon they were madly kissing one another under the stars. His hands explored her and she let him, freely offering up all her virtue to his rampant lust. Her shirt came off, then her bra, and the next thing she knew she was giving him head.
He sat up on the top of the back seat and she knelt on the vinyl in front of him. She took his cock out of his pants and grinned up at him, knowing he would be surprised and duly impressed by her expertise at sucking. He lifted his hips as she slid his jeans down his thighs and he kicked them away onto the floor of the car.
Crystal knew exactly what to do. She had been sucking dick for a year and a half and had taken hundreds of loads out of the few guys she had done it with. She had done Randy, Jake and Tommy at least hundred times that previous summer, Mark probably 500, and now Andrew. He had no idea what a treat he was in for. He thought she was gonna be one of these dopey little chicks who give only a sloppy half-blow job and then end it with their hands, not even letting him fuck them after. He'd been with a few of those and it never failed to piss him off.
Crystal surprised him though. She started out by spreading his legs and licking his balls. They rolled across her tongue and she nipped and nibbled at his scrotum, stroking lightly on his cock as she went. She took a testicle into her mouth and very gently caressed it in a delicate grip of swirling suction, driving him wild with the feel of it. Then without a pause her tongue snaked its way up the underside of his shaft and she swirled it around his head in a long and sensuous lick.
He sputtered out some jumbled compliment and patted her lovingly on the head. Suddenly she took him into her mouth. He gasped aloud at the shock of the sudden intense pleasure. Her mouth wrapped around him, hot and wild, and slippery, contrasting the cool of the night air. He flinched and she cocked her eyebrow up at him. She wanted to tell him that he hadn't seen anything yet, but she knew not to break the sweet flow of pleasure for a phrase she could tell him without words anyway.
She sucked him instead. Her head bobbed. Her hands tickled at the places her mouth could not reach. Her mouth squeezed. Her tongue was all over him. His hands shook and he grinned up at the sky. What amazing luck to find this awesome little cock sucker just ready and waiting for him in a parking lot. Where had she learned such technique? If she was this good at sucking surely she would be an even better lay. He had no idea she was a virgin.
She deep throated him next. She took him all the way in, pressing her lips to the hairs at the base of his cock. He gripped the tops of his back seat in the ecstasy of the moment and lost his mind in her swirling grip of pleasure.
Finally she released him, pulling back and sucking greedily on the end of him once more. She sensed his orgasm approaching. She picked up her pace, bobbing and swirling and sucking madly, furiously demanding the semen from his cock with the intensity of her felatio.
"Good god!" he screamed. Then he was coming, he surrendered to her demanding little mouth and blasted out a hot, gushing load into her. Oh how she milked him of it. Her movements slowed in pace, but not in intensity. She literally dragged the load out of him with the muscular grip of her mouth and tongue. He gave it to her, helplessly trapped in the power of her passionate teenage energy. She took it all in without breaking her rhythm and finally he was finished. He heard a thick swallowing noise from her and he suddenly realized he had fallen backward onto the hood of his car without realizing it. He was weak and dizzy. His whole body felt all tingly and nice like he'd just taken a hit of some powerful drug.
The drug was Crystal McCorrister, the girl he would soon be fucking.
Eventually she released him from her suction and he found the strength to sit up. He just sat there staring at her, a marvelous little angel of pleasure that had done things to him no other girl had ever even come close to.
"You said you were only 16, didn't you?" he asked her.
She looked up at him, sitting there like a god in front of a back drop of stars.
"Yeah," she replied dreamily.
"So far you're a better lover than some 26 year olds I've been with," he said without exaggeration.
Her heart glowed at this. She relished in the attention of boys. It was like sunshine on the flower of her heart, and she felt it swell inside her. Her pride swelled with it. He made her feel gorgeous, like a woman. Desirable, sexy, mature. She was glad to have given him pleasure. In the beauty of the night she somehow felt like he deserved it. He deserved to have all of her for that matter. If he made a move to take her, she would not resist.
As I watch the scene play out before me, I couldn't help thinking what dumb logic girls use when deciding to give away their virginity. It was such a precious gift and they had no problem tossing it away like a bone to the first dog that came along. As long as he had a pretty face, or a nice car, or was popular in school, or played football, or something stupid like that. And how many nice guys, noble guys, worthy guys were left jerking off alone, while the jerks of the world enjoyed the pleasure of their sweet young innocence. It was a tragedy.
I had to admit though, as I watch the scene from her point of view, there didn't seem to be any other person in the universe more deserving of her sexual sacrifice than this Andrew guy. At that moment, with the gallons of female hormones coursing through her like a waterfall, nothing else seemed to be right in the universe, but to lay down and be fucked by that guy, right then, in that moment. Her cunt wet itself profusely as he slid down off the back of the car and knelt between her thighs, laying her down in the back of his convertible. She was ready.
"Let's see what we got here?" he said with a lewd grin.
His hand went up her skirt and brushed her panties aside with a deft stroke of his fingers. She gasped when he touched her. It was like a shock of pleasure. His fingers were cool compared to the heat of her vulva and the night air breathed across her naked tits in a cool sigh of midnight romance.
Then Andrew's finger slid into her little cunt hole and she squeaked in surprise. Something was wrong! She should have been feeling nothing but beautiful erotic surrender but suddenly all she could think of was Craig, her mother's ex-boyfriend. The one who had molested her as a child, exactly as Andrew was now doing. Her enthusiasm suddenly died as though someone had thrown a bucket of cold water on its fire. DAMMMIT!
"Ooh! Nice and tight!" he grinned. "I'm gonna enjoy-"
Suddenly his finger met her cherry. She flinched again.
"A virgin?" he beamed, like a pirate finding hidden treasure. "This is my lucky day."
"Careful," she stammered. A few minutes ago she wanted nothing more than to be ravished under the attention of this young man's most ardent lust, but now she began thinking how she might get out of this. She didn't really want to be fucked anymore.
But if she balked now, what would he think of her? She had teased him terribly. She had sucked him off. He now expected to fuck her. He would be enraged if she stopped him now. What if he kicked her out of his car and just left her here? She wasn't even sure if she knew where they were.
Andrew kept on fingering her though, and now he was sucking her tits. Though it felt nice physically, she could not get the image of Craig out of her mind. She wanted him to stop.
"Maybe I could suck you off again," she suggested. Perhaps if she gave him head again he would be satisfied and leave her hesitant little pussy alone.
"No way, man!" he said. "I'm gonna enjoy fucking this sweet virgin little cunt!"
Oh no! What had she gotten herself into?
Andrew began tugging her panties down and she began to resist. Only slightly at first, sort of pushing his hands away and trying to pull her underwear back up, but then, as he tugged them down more forcefully she began to panic a bit. He was much stronger than she was. Her panties came off and he laid down on top of her, whispering excited little reassurances to her that it would all be okay, and bullshit like that. She was not reassured though. She wanted him to stop and he wasn't.
"Andrew don't," she said, finally being direct. "I don't want to..."
"Shhh," he replied, forcing her hand away from her crotch. "It'll be okay. Just let me..."
"Ow!" Crystal wimpered. "Don't! Stop it. Let me up."
He ignored her though, forcing her legs apart with his knees, and dragging her skirt up onto her belly. She squirmed beneath him and somehow it seemed sexy to him. Somehow he thought she was really urging him on. Somehow he thought she was just pretending to resist.
"Fuck off, Andrew!" she said, louder now. Her voice had anger in it now. But he didn't seem to notice. His hand went down to his cock and he guided it up against her vaginal opening. Her heart was pounding and she fought to get him off her but all of the sudden he became angry.
"Stop fucking squirming!" he hissed. "I'm gonna fuck you and you better just lie there and take it, or you're gonna find yourself making a long walk home."
"I'll fuckin' walk then," she snapped back. "Just get off me!"
The pride that had urged her forward a while ago was now getting trampled on by this humiliating violation on her will. Her pride preferred a 20 mile walk to this humiliation.
Andrew thrust forward and entered her. His cock slipped in and found her hot, wet and deliciously tight. There was no way he was stopping now.
"Ahhhh!" she screamed, a little louder now. She suddenly realized she was being raped. Her heart panicked and she struggled to buck him off. Her motions only drove him deeper though and his big hard cock actually gave her a bit of pleasure as it slipped more deeply inside her. That pissed her off even more. She was humiliated by the powerlessness of it all. The last thing she wanted was her stupid body to start enjoying it. She screamed again, "Get off me, you prick!" She squeezed her thighs hard against him as his cock head nudged against her cherry, desperately trying to block his advance.
Andrew was furious now.
"Listen you little slut! You've done nothing but flirt with me all night, teasing me and giving me the come on. Then you even suck my cock! And now you want to stop? Fuck that! You owe me this, bitch. Spread your fuckin legs or I'm gonna break em!"
Crystal balked like a frightened doe. Her anger melted away and was replaced by fear. She didn't even know this guy. He probably could beat her senseless and leave her for dead. For all she knew he would do it anyway, even if she let him have his way. She decided to cooperate. If she was a nice little girl she might get out of this without any serious injury. She spread her legs hesitantly, surrendering to his aggression with only a soft whimper.
Then he thrust forward and ripped through her cherry. She squeaked quietly from the pain of it. Her guts churned with rage and disgust as she felt him fill her to the very bottom. He sighed happily and began fucking her.
She lay there helpless as he sawed in and out of her. It was agony. Her soul seemed to rip in half with every thrust he made and she wept in shame and humiliation as her body, no, her cunt was used by this man for his pleasure. She tried to focus on the pleasure of it at one point but could not. She was too angry, frightened and humiliated. She was actually surprised that there was pleasure to it, a subtle little bit, underneath all the pain, but it was no comfort to her. Her heart was broken. She was not even a person to him. This was not how she had wanted her first time to be.
Finally he came. He flooded her cunt with his angry hot semen and collapsed onto her shaking and panting. He had used her, and was finished. She lay there feeling the hot salty sting of her tears falling down her cheeks. The weight of him was suffocating.
"There now," he said. "That wasn't so bad, now was it?"
She said nothing. He sat up and pulled himself out of her. Once again he somehow believed that she had wanted it, that maybe she was just deceiving herself. Surely any woman couldn't help but love the feel of his cock.
He was one sick fuckin' bastard. What was his last name?
Lester. Andrew Lester the amulet told me.
He rested for a minute smoking a cigarette, and Crystal tried to get herself dressed. Andrew stopped her though.
"I'm not finished," he said, and Crystal broke down crying.
"Please," she sobbed. "I just want to go home."
"I'll drive you home as soon as I'm done," he said.
Crystal's guts churned with rage. If she'd had a gun right then she might have killed him without batting an eyelash. But as it was, she felt lucky if he didn't kill her. She flopped limply down onto the back seat and waited for his next assault.
Andrew Lester would pay dearly for abusing my goddess. I vowed that to myself as I stood there watching her crying. Once again I wanted to just rush up and hug her but I knew better now. If she ever wanted to be touched again after that ordeal it was a miracle!
But what about Jackson this afternoon? And hadn't she been ready to fuck me tonight as well? What had happened to her? She must have gotten over it somehow. She seemed healthy enough now. I would have never guessed she was the victim of a semi-violent rape.
"Get up," Andrew told her.
She obeyed. He bent her over the back of his car and took her from behind, standing on the back seat. He fucked her like that for a long time and she just laid there, waiting for it to end. She even squeezed at him with her vagina, and fucked him back a little, trying to hasten his ejaculation. Of course this served only to convince him that she actually wanted it somehow. He could not have been further from the truth. If he would have died right then she would have spit on him and walked away. But somehow he had deluded himself into thinking she wanted it. The fuckin' bastard!
He came eventually, pulling out and shooting across her beautiful, squirming ass. The he wiped his cock off with her shirt and gave it back to her like it was a piece of garbage he wanted her to throw out. She put it on, becoming garbage herself in his eyes. She hated to do it, but she had nothing else to wear. She picked up her underwear and put them on, covering her bloodied little cunt. Then she sat alone in the back as he drove her back to the store.
She walked home from there and showered for the rest of the night. Crying and punching the tiled walls in the agony of humiliation, and scrubbing herself where he had touched her until her flesh was raw. Then she staggered off to bed and slept for 22 hours.
She never told anyone about that day either. Not even Roseanne. She made up a story about making love under the stars and Roseanne swooned with envy. But she also told her that he had been kind of a dick in the end and she didn't plan to see him again. Roseanne agreed, saying she thought he was kind of creepy all along, but just went along because Crystal had.
She eventually got over that night as well. She convinced herself that it wasn't her fault, and that she would just have to be careful in the future. She minimized it in her mind and decided to try again.
She tried again with a guy named Doug. They met at a party. He was from another school. He was sweet and funny and very liberal with ego-stroking compliments, so when he asked her eventually to go upstairs with him she did. She let Doug have his way with her, trying to forget the ordeal with Andrew, and Craig. They kissed. He fondled her sweetly and gently. She massaged his erection through his pants, and then dropped to her knees as was her manner.
She sucked him off deliciously as she had done with Andrew, and everyone else in her past, and his head spun in the glorious ecstasy only a well felated man can know. She swallowed his load down with practiced ease, and they cuddled some more on the bed. Then he fucked her, long and slow, enjoying the gorgeous delights of her tight young body to the fullest. She had a little trouble getting into it at first, but by the end of it she was at least putting on a good show. His cock was long and thick, and the pleasure he gave her seemed to heal her past wounds. By the time he came she had completely let go off all her inhibitions. In fact, it was her enthusiasm that eventually drove him over the edge. It was a good fuck. They lay there talking and cuddling in each other's arms.
Troubles arose however when Doug's buddy Ryan came in and wanted a little piece of the action as well. Doug rolled over and said, "Be my guest. She's a hot little fuck. She won't mind at all. Will you, my dear?"
Crystal faced a life-changing choice in that moment. She could either put up a fight about it and remain stuck in the rut of being a frigid little victim all her life. Or she could just go with the flow and enjoy sex for what it was supposed to be, an exciting romp of mutual pleasure between willing partners. She decided the latter choice was the better of the two, and spread her legs invitingly for Ryan to have his share.
The two of them fucked her all night long. She sucked one off while the other fucked her, then they switched. By the end of the night she was full of come and her cunt was sore from the hours non-stop pumping, but she was not ashamed. She had enjoyed the sex for its own sake and placed no preconceived expectations on her two lovers. She used them as much as they used her. She enjoyed it and she even came a few times. She went home feeling refreshed and healed.
But later that night, alone in her bed, the shame arrived. She drowned it out though, with masturbation, and a gentle sucking on her finger, as was her manner.
Chapter 6
As I stood in her doorway silently watching Crystal laying on her bed, she eventually cried herself to sleep. I gather she had assumed I left, or perhaps didn't even care, but nonetheless she drifted soundly off to sleep hugging her pillow as I looked on, experiencing the story of her life through the magic of the amulet.
Her sexual history continued with a few more meaningless encounters with a few more anonymous guys at different parties she went to. She got better and better at it too. The more experienced she got, the more she enjoyed it. Soon it wasn't only her oral skills that outshine most other women. She became a devastatingly hot little minx in bed as well. She became legendary in certain circles. Guys spoke her name in reverent awe, and dreamed of one day being lucky enough to fuck her. She never did any guys in our own school though. She wanted to keep a distance between her reputation and the people she had to actually deal with from day to day.
Her plan worked perfectly, until one day she got involved with a teacher.
He offered her rides home at first, strictly plutonic and all, but as they got closer he began to tease her about the boyfriends she probably had strung along like little puppy dogs. The next thing she knew they were talking openly about sex, and then one day they parked together, eating ice cream, and they had their first kiss.
"You've got ice cream on your lip," Mr. Daniels told her.
"So lick it off then," she teased in reply.
"Don't tempt me," he smirked, staring longingly at her full red lips, smeared with the semen-like glob of vanilla ice cream.
"Go ahead," she challenged him. "Or am I too much woman for you?"
He stared at her for a long time, facing a life-changing choice of his own. Then suddenly he seized the moment and leaned in to kiss her. She responded enthusiastically, slipping her sweet teenage tongue into his mouth and sucking his into her kiss like a little red cock. His heart pounded wildly in his chest as she gave expert head to his tongue, teasing him with a promise of what was to come if he let it go that far.
"Good lord, girl!" he said, breaking the kiss. "I better stop or I might-"
She cut him off with an even more aggressive kiss. She didn't want him to stop. She wanted to go all the way. She couldn't resist. He would be her first real man!
She slid her hand down to his cock and began stroking it in his pants. It was already hard when she got there and she had no trouble fishing it out of his pants. It sprang free and she stroked it coolly in the car in the middle of the parking lot. He wimpered into her kiss.
"My god, you're beautiful," he stammered. She swooned at this in her heart. To have a man, a real man think she was beautiful was the ultimate compliment. He surely knew the difference. He had been with enough women to appreciate the better ones, she thought to herself.
"You ain't seen nothing yet, boy," she said. When she was through with him he would know the full extent of her beauty. He would explore the depths of her rampant sexuality. She would fuck him up for life. He would never be the same again. She was a legend after all.
She cranked his seat back a bit and went down on him, quickly, before he could protest, she took his cock into her warm and eager young mouth and went to work on him with all her energy. He was suddenly engulfed in the pleasure of her silky wet mouth, sucking and swirling all around his manhood, his very being it seemed. He sputtered and cursed and thrashed his head around in ecstasy. He knew it was horribly wrong to allow her to do this but he could not muster up the will to stop her. She sucked on his cock more expertly than anyone he'd ever known, and soon she had him coming. He only lasted two minutes in all, and suddenly he was flooding her mouth with his pent up come. He growled as he released it, and she squealed with excitement at the sound of his pleasure. She took it all, milking him dry and swallowed it with a wanton little moan of delight.
"Much better than ice cream," she commented brazenly.
"What the hell just happened?" he asked in amazement. One moment they were just sitting there eating ice cream, the next she was swallowing his cream. He was astounded.
"It's called felatio," she said dryly. "I sucked your cock into my mouth and stimulated it with my lips, tongue and throat until you were brought to the point of orgasm. At which point you ejaculated a copious abundance of hot sticky semen into my mouth, which I then swallowed out of adoration of your masculine virility and-"
"Yes, yes, I know all that," he interrupted her. "I mean how did that happen? Why did that happen?"
"You had an erection, Mr. Daniels," she said dryly once again. "I like the feel of a hot erection in my mouth. I like the taste of cock. I like to slither my tongue all around it and feel it throbbing inside me. I like swallowing-"
"Okay! Okay! I get it," he interrupted again. He was agitated, almost fearful, and her dirty talk was doing little to sooth him. "What I meant was, I could loose my job, go to jail even if anyone-"
"Found out about us?" she finished for him.
"Yeah," he said. "Don't you realize-"
"Shhhh!" she interrupted yet again. She kissed him sweetly. "I won't tell a soul..."
Then she was stroking him back to erection, trying to force his common sense into submission. She wanted him, and her ego, teamed up with her lust, refused to be denied.
"There's something else I like to do with a good hard cock," she whispered into his ear as she sucked and nibbled on his lobe. Her hand slid smoothly up and down his rigid shaft as she spoke. "It involves two naked, willing bodies, rubbing and grinding against each other, and the man penetrating me, and filling me, and fucking in and out of me as I squeeze his big hard cock in a glorious clutch of wet carnal ecstasy, so snug, so slippery, so sweet, rocking him gently inside me, in and out, as the weight of him crushes my wet, sweaty naked tits into his chest, and I kiss him as he enjoys my sex, sinking to the very bottom of my cunt over and over and over-"
"Stop!" Mr. Daniels shouted. "I can't do that! And you're torturing me with the very thought of it!"
Though he protested, he made no move to remove her hands from his privates. She knew she would win this one.
"Why can't you?" Crystal asked demurely. "I have a nice wet little pussy, you have a rather large cock here. It's so big, and I'm so tight. You might have a little trouble getting it in, but if I'm wet enough... It might feel a little like this-"
She leaned down and took him into her mouth again, milking it sweetly with her beautiful suction, massaging delicious little pleasures into it with her every motion.
"Oh God!" Mr. Daniels stammered. She sucked passionately on his throbbing cock, pleading her case with contented little coos and moans now, trying to clinch the deal in her favor, but he finally mustered up the will to push her away. He put his dick away and zip up his pants. Then he started the car.
"Your place, or mine?" Crystal grinned triumphantly. Her cunt churned in the frustration of emptiness.
"Neither," he said. "I'm driving you home before you drive me into prison."
Crystal was defeated for now, but she was determined to win eventually. She talked dirty to him all the way home, explaining in graphic detail the feeling his cock would experience slipping into the tightness of her hot little cunt. She told him all the moves she would make, how she would fuck him until he literally passed out from exhaustion, and then how she would awaken him in the morning with a delicious blow job.
He protested whole-heartedly, but made no efforts to stop her, as a man would who truly was not interested. He dropped her off at home and she left him with a promise that she would be here to satisfy his every desire if he ever had balls enough to give her a try.
"Fuck!" he said in awe as he drove off. He had no idea a teen age girl could even think thoughts like that, never mind act on them. Surely she would wear him down eventually. He would have to sever contact with her.
But as he lay in bed alone that night he thought of the blow-job she had given him. He imagined the pleasure of her enthusiastic young body writhing beneath him as he fucked her all night long. He thought of her voice gasping and panting in his ear as he filled her with his semen. And then, when he couldn't stand it anymore, he called her up.
"Crystal, I, uh," he began.
"You changed your mind?" she asked brightly. "I was just laying here masturbating, hoping you would."
"I, uh," he continued dumbly. "What you did in the car today was really nice. I mean really, really nice. But I..."
"That's not even as nice as it could have been if I had full reign to go nuts on that hot little body of yours."
Mr. Daniels whimpered once again.
"Crystal you gotta stop this-"
"I want you to make me a woman, Mr. Daniels," she said. "All I've had so far have been selfish little boys who use me for their own pleasure and leave me hanging. I want to be with a real man."
This wasn't entirely true of course, but he didn't know that.
"I want to too, but..."
"You're afraid..."
"Yes," he admitted.
"Trust me when I say that no matter what you're feeling now, it will all go away when you're in my arms. You will forget there is even a such thing as fear. You'll know nothing but the bliss of an eager young woman anxiously willing to serve your every pleasure. There's nothing I won't do for you, with you, to you, Mr. Daniels. If you'd only let me..."
He saw her soft blond hair in his mind's eye, he saw her full red lips, he saw her sweet little tongue slip out to lick them, he saw her gorgeous blue eyes... 
The next thing he knew he was on his way to pick her up at 11:24 PM. She gave him head all the way home as he struggled to drive the car. Then he carried her into his house and up to the bedroom.
He undressed her, no, unwrapped her, like a gift from the gods. She was a thing of beauty in every way and he cringed at the thought of some young punk enjoying her. Some punk who had no idea how gorgeous she really was, but only used her, ignorantly, unworthily.
She knelt before him as he stripped and took him in her mouth again. Good god, it was nice! She had free reign to demonstrate her talents to the fullest, unrestricted by the cramped space of a car. She sucked him slowly, lovingly, dizzyingly. Her wetness seemed to be everywhere at once as his head swam into pools of ecstasy. Then he was coming again, and she was swallowing.
He took her to the bed and loved her sweetly all night long, as she had promised. He did have a bit of trouble entering her, as she had predicted. She was tight, and almost seemed to resist his entry with spasmodic squeezing as he pressed forward, attempting penetration. Finally he got himself into her and they both mewled gloriously at the pleasure of the contact. Her grip was crushing to him. To her it seemed like his cock was stretching her little cunt almost to its limit. When he moved inside her they felt the very textures of each other's flesh. They kissed, looking into each other's eyes as they waded into the waters of complete intimacy.
He came quickly, but fucked her again a while later without withdrawing. The second round was no less delicious than the first, except this time she lifted her legs onto his back and he seemed to sink even deeper inside her than ever before. He felt the nub of her cervix brush past his cock with every forward stroke he made. She panted gorgeously into his ear as he fucked her, cheek to cheek, wrapped up in each other's love.
Then they came together for the first time. She cried out loud as her orgasm shook her, and he joined her a few thrusts later, gasping and shaking as he unloaded his orgasm into her. They fucked again a while later, after withdrawing and getting cleaned up a bit. He had trouble getting it back in, but not as much as in the beginning. Her orgasm after a good hour of fucking had loosened her up a bit.
She tool six loads out of him that night and he finally drifted off to sleep, holding her naked body in his arms. He dreamed of her in the night as she fucked him once again while he slept. She was insatiable.
He awoke the next morning, as she had promised, with her mouth around his cock. She had been doing it for a good half hour before he realized it. He was truly exhausted from the night's exertion. But as the morning sunbeams streaked in through the slats in the blinds, he began to orgasm and awoke in the bliss of an enthusiastically bobbing girl, sucking his cock happily into orgasm and beyond. She swallowed as usual and got up to leave for the washroom.
He lay there for the longest time trying to convince himself that what they did had been wrong, but he couldn't. In fact, he began to feel like he was falling for her. They fucked once again in the shower, struggling to get it up into her from the rear entry position. He came quickly overly excited by the tightness of her cunt, and the wet slippery feel of her naked body bouncing up and down against his.
Finally they ate breakfast together, he drove her home and then headed to school. His step was light, his smile was broad, and he taught his classes with renewed spirit, full of energy and enthusiasm.
Their relationship lasted a good couple of months, before they were finally caught. Crystal was giving him head in his classroom one afternoon when all of the sudden the school nurse walked in. That was the end of that. Mr. Daniels was fired and charges were laid. He is now in prison for statutory rape, though she protested vehemently that she was the one who seduced him. The judge, a hard-nosed woman, wouldn't hear it. She insisted that it was rape either way, since he was in a position of authority.
Crystal chalked it up as another broken heart and moved on. There were a couple other short flings and one night stands, then there was Cliff, and then Jackson that very afternoon. I'd finally reached the end of the story.
Crystal suddenly snapped awake. She spun around and saw me staring at her.
"What the fuck are you still doing here?" she snarled. That same old tone was back. But it was different somehow. I'd seen her use that same tone with Andrew. It did not effect me this time, because I knew where it was coming from. When all was told she simply used anger as a defense mechanism to hide the shame and fear she felt inside. Hers was a sordid past and she didn't want anyone to ever know about it.
"I just wanted to see if you were okay," I said calmly.
"I'm fuckin' fine, now get out!" she snapped. "I hate you and I've always hated you, and no two-bit costume is going to make me change my mind!"
That one stung. For a moment I felt like taking her up on the offer. After all, wasn't she Crystal McCorrister, the world champion bitch?
No. She wasn't. It wasn't like that at all. She was a sad and lonely girl deep down inside. She'd been abandoned by her father, and ever since then she had had one bad experience with men after another. Her heart was hard, and callused over with the wounds she had healed herself of. She didn't hate me at all. She was simply afraid I'd see through her. She was afraid to be known.
She also had a sexual addiction, I realized. She was a text book case. She had all the symptoms of it, and all the classic causes were there. I didn't fully understand the significance of this but I knew it would complicate things between us. I swallowed hard.
"Tell me something, Crystal," I said. "Which do you think is the truer love? Love from someone who simply enjoys your body, but is never allowed into your heart, your mind, or your soul? Or love from someone who has already completely seen you and still you for everything you really are?"
"What do you want from me?!?" she screamed. "I never asked you to fall in love with me, I never invited you into my soul! If you want to fuck me, then here I am! Take me, use me, drop your fuckin' load and get out! That's the most love I can ever offer you."
She sprawled her long luscious legs out before me as she spoke, exposing her beautiful vulva to me. I saw a glistening sheen of lubrication on its lips. It would be so nice to just-
"No," I told her, turning away from the most tempting sight man has ever seen. "I love you. I always have, and until you figure out what that really means I can never be with you. But just remember, I know everything there is to know about you and I still love you with all my heart. Your past means nothing to me, except that it made you who you are today. I'll take it, if you'll give it. The good with the bad. If not, I'll have to go away heart broken."
Three was suddenly a great confusion in her. Her heart was trying to open up to the words I spoke to her, but her sexuality jumped in to intercept things before she risked getting hurt again. She went cool again, and then angry, but it was a weird sexual anger.
"Look at me!" she demanded, spreading her legs and shoving a finger into her cunt. "Don't you want this. Come here. Come and fuck me!"
I saw right through her as clear as day. She was trying to seduce me so that I would loose respect for her as others had, and then she would not be in danger of being hurt by me.
"I'll never hurt you, Crystal," I said. "I swear to god!"
She slid off the bed and crawled to me on her knees, a gorgeous vision of legs, and tits and flowing blond hair. She licked her lips, her eyes locked onto my cock.
"Come one, Gil," she said. "Gimmie a little bit of that nice big cock of yours. I'll suck you so good you'll forget your own fuckin' name!"
She wasn't kidding. I'd seen her do that to guys in the past. She reached for my belt buckle but I backed away.
"Dammit, Gil," she said angrily. "I want to suck your cock! Give it to me! Quit being stupid!"
"No," I said. "I don't want it to be like this with us."
"Like what?" she snapped. "Quit trying to be a hero and just fuck me already."
"No," I said flatly. I was shaking with frustrated lust though.
"Nobody says no to me," she snapped. Then she lunged at me, trying to kiss me, trying to grab my cock. I pushed her away again and she fell to the floor.
Then she started crying. My heart melted again.
"You just don't want me because you know my past. You're disgusted with me. You said it doesn't matter but it does, doesn't it? No one will ever truly love me. Not if they really know me. You've just proven this to me."
"I do love you, Crystal," I said solemnly. "I don't care about your past."
"Then prove it!" she said, lunging at my crotch again. "Fuck- Make love to me. Show me that you don't care about my past. Love me in every way imaginable, and if you still feel the same way in the end, we'll live happily every after."
She almost had my cock out by the end of this phrase, but I pushed her away once more. I saw right through her again. She wanted to fuck me to prove to herself that I would not stick by her. She was afraid to love me, though she had every reason to, and she needed to find a reason not to. I refused to give her one, though.
The other side of the coin was her physical desire to have me. Behind the psychology of it all was raw physical lust. Her cunt wanted to be stuffed and fucked and filled with come, her lips wanted a taste of cock. She wanted me, and her body just about hummed with the desire. It was almost scary.
This was the sexual addiction though. I wanted to make love to her, not her mental disorder. I turned to try to leave, but she grabbed me.
"Don't go, Gil," she said, mashing her hand into her clit. "I need you. Don't you understand? I need you! If you love me, don't leave me in agony like this."
As tempting as it was, I was turned off mentally. I couldn't do it.
"Sorry, Crystal," I said sadly. "I love you too much. I won't use you like this."
"I'm begging you, Gil," she hissed at me. "I'm on my knees! The woman you masturbated over for years. Here I am on my knees before you! Take me! Fuck me! Fill me with your cock! Make me come! I need to come!"
She stood up and pressed my hand into her cunt. It was so quick I didn't have time to pull away. My finger slipped in between her labia and she pressed it into her hole. She was tight! Tighter than I'd imagined, even with the help of the amulet. Surely I would find nothing but absolute pleasure in her gorgeous little snatch.
"See," she purred grinding her pelvis against my imprisoned hand. "Isn't it nice? Wouldn't that feel so good smothering your cock? Come on," she continued, dragging me backward toward the bed. "Lay me down, come inside me..."
My hand went to my belt buckle as she fell to the bed and spread her legs wantonly before me. This was after all my dream come true. It was what I came here for. It would reassure her greatly of my desire for her. Her cunt would grip me so sweetly. Her ass would move like a piston engine underneath me, milking the come from my frustrated cock. Why not give in? Why not enjoy this ready, wet and willing female, fucking her like an animal, whose highest purpose was the pleasure of orgasm.
Why not? Because that's not who I am. And more importantly, that's not who I wanted her to be.
"I will make love to you one day, Crystal. I promise. But it will be when we both want it, and when we both know each other completely, and when we both love each other with all of our hearts. That's when making love really means something. I know everything there is to know about you, Crystal, and I still believe you're worth loving. I believe that with all my heart. I need you to believe it too, so that you can trust me. Then when you trust me, our sex will be about our love, and not about your fear of abandonment."
"Gil..." she cried, writhing helplessly on the bed. There was that same torment in her again. Everything inside her wanted to simply fuck me and prove I was not worth loving, but a new voice inside her wanted to believe that what I was saying about her was true. But the only expression of love she knew was physical, and I wouldn't give that to her, so she was terrible confused.
I turned and left. It was the hardest thing I'd ever had to do.