My name is Candy, I am a 12 year old little slut. I have been having sex for a year now, and am always looking for more.

My perverted neighbor Mr. Johnson showed me how fun it is playing with a man's cock. He said he knew I was curious by the way I flirted with him, he was right. I knew what a man's cock looked like from playing with the computer, when I saw the picture of a man's cock I couldn't wait to see the real thing.

Mother is a stripper and always looks hot. She had mentioned the next-door neighbor was a pervert when she caught him checking her out in the backyard. Who is she kidding, she loves perverts. This made him the perfect person to teach me.

I knew from Internet porn that some guys like little girls. All I had to do was find out if Mr. Johnson was a pedophile pervert. I wore a bikini that was two sizes too small in the backyard one day and as soon as he saw me I was invited in, this was going to be easier than I thought.

"Why don't you come on in and have a nice glass of lemonade or something." He said, with a leering smile.

"Oh sure, that would be great... And there something else I wanted to ask you Mr. Johnson." I said skipping along like a normal little girl with an agenda; only my agenda is cock.

He was a little surprised at my boldness once we entered his house. "Hey Mr. Johnson can I see what you're cock looks like?" I said licking my lips staring at his growing bulge. My fingers lightly stroking the fat little girl lips of my pussy. He stared wide-eyed only for a moment before regaining his composure.

"Well isn't that a surprise, I didn't think a little girl like you knew about a man's cock." He calmly said as he lightly brushed his hand across his own bulge.

"Yeah, I go on the computer when my mom's at work and learn stuff. I know I'm going to be a hot little slut when I grow up and I am sick of looking at pictures, I want to see the real thing." I said, while staring longingly at him, my hand stroking my fat little pussy lips with more vigor; somehow knowing I would be an exhibitionist as well.

Once he realized I was a hot little nympho things progressed quickly. He slowly unzipped his pants, so I slowly pulled down my tiny Bikini bottom. His eyes got big as soon as he saw my pussy.

I am very proud of my pussy. From all of the pictures I've seen online, mine is what you would call a fat pussy with a prominent clitoris with almost nonexistent inner pussy lips, and of course completely hairless.

He stared at my pussy for a few seconds, I helped by spreading my legs slightly and pulling on the skin above my clitoris to make my pussy stick out more; he loved it so much he dropped his trousers.

As soon as I saw his hard cock my mouth watered. I walked towards him wide-eyed. My fingers took their original place, stroking my big clitoris. I slowly got to my knees so I could see this big thing up close. When I grabbed the base in my tiny hand I took a deep breath. When my exhale brushed across the veiny cock it throbbed in my hand and a tiny bit of pre-cum leaked from the tip.

I think we both had the same idea after that. My mouth went towards the pre-come as if it were warm caramel dripping off of the large red Apple in front of my eyes; and his big right hand helped me along, pushing the back of my head towards him.

I wasn't sure what to do so I just remembered all the blow jobs clips I've seen on the computer and did what felt natural. My mind was swimming with sexual images. My fingers worked overtime on my pussy.

"Oh my God! You do that so good! Here it comes you little slut! Take that load! Swallow it all you cum whore! Oh yeah!" It didn't take Mr. Johnson long at all; and I liked when he talked to me like a little slut.

I was prepared for the huge jets of man juice that erupted from his big cock head, I'd seen enough online to know something is coming. What I wasn't prepared for was how delicious it was. Fresh cum is definitely better than licking it off the men's room stall in the local park; but that's another story.

"That was so good." I said, licking my lips as I pulled away to catch my breath. "Do you think you'll be ready to do it again, my pussy wants to try your big cock?" I asked almost begging, still crouched down with my legs spread rubbing my soon to be slut pussy.

Mr. Johnson cracked a big shit eating grin. "You really are a cock loving nympho aren't you? Sure baby slut, but my cock needs a few minutes of rest. But I would love to eat that beautiful pussy while we wait." With that statement he lifted my naked ass onto the kitchen counter.

This 35-year-old man had his tongue on my baby fuck hole in no time. My orgasm came immediately. It was more intense than any orgasm I'd ever had. When his finger entered my pussy from under his chin, my next intense orgasm hit me. If there was any doubt to my future sluttiness, there wasn't anymore.

He pulled his mouth from my pussy just before I slipped into orgasm overload. I was trembling everywhere. My entire crotch area was now an orgasm button, one touch and I was cumming.

He stood up, his face covered in my juice; that made it so perverted. When I saw his cock hard and ready to go my pussy started leaking in anticipation. I wanted to touch it to relieve the itch, but he wouldn't let me. As his cock inched its way closer and closer to my pussy it throbbed more and more.

He rubbed the tip of his engorged fuck meat at the entrance of my ready to go fuck hole and got it wet. Then he pushed the soft head into my clitoris bringing me to another orgasm. He used my agony of orgasm to enter my fresh meat. I lifted my dazed head off the counter to see his big cock slowly enter my virgin hole.

The stretched feeling was not new, I had taken my cherry when I was 10 with a vibrator I stole from my mother. The fact that it was warm and throbbing is what brought me to my next massive orgasm.

"Oh God yes! I love this! I want to be a whore! I want to fuck everyday! Don't stop! Harder, harder!" I screamed as my fifth or sixth or seventh orgasm washed over me; I stopped counting a long time ago.

In between orgasms my brain started to clear, and I thought; I had a cock in my mouth and pussy before I even kissed a boy, how slutty is that. And that thought is what pushed me into my next mind shattering orgasm.

Mr. Johnson finally blew his second load. Of course when my pussy felt the flood of man juice I came again. Mr. J whispered something about me being a hot little nympho before stumbling to the couch and falling out. It's too bad he can't keep up with me.

I laid there and contemplated my new life. I definitely couldn't go without real cock from then on. I don't know if Mr. Johnson is going to be able to give me all the cock I need.

I could go down to the local park. I know there are boys that suck-off older guys for money in the men's room; as I said earlier that is where I got my first taste of man juice, I snuck in when nobody was around and saw some fresh goo dripping from one of the stalls.

I went to Mr. Johnson's house everyday after school for months. He taught me all the dirty words 12-year-old girls shouldn't know. By then he was already fucking my ass, which I loved. He told me I was wearing him out and he couldn't keep up with me. I asked him to invite some friends over to help satisfy me. He said that was way too risky, but he had another idea.

He showed me a website that featured an adult bookstore near to where we lived. He said he knew the owner and could probably sneak me inside. He pointed out the video booths that were in the back of the store. Some of these booths had glory holes cut into the wall. He said mostly guys would suck other guys. He assured me the perverts would appreciate a young hottie to play with, and I could have all the cock I needed.

Like I said, I was pretty savvy when it came to computer porn but I never knew glory holes existed. This seemed like the perfect way to solve my dilemma. For months after Mr. Johnson took away any innocents I had left, I've been looking for different ways to have all the cock I wanted without getting in trouble. I'm constantly checking guys out and wondering if I can ask them to fuck me as easily as I did Mr. Johnson. I know from personal experience you can't ask 11-year-old boys, they just laugh and ridicule; they are so immature. Mr. Johnson convinced me not to be as bold as I was with him or I could get in serious trouble.

So a little before my 12th birthday Mr. Johnson dressed me in a short skirt, high heels and a little makeup; probably to make me look a little older, and took me to his friends adult bookstore.

"Now remember Candy, little girls are not allowed to play in here, so if anyone asks how old you are, what do you tell them?"

"18." I said with a weary look because we'd practiced this 1000 times.

"Good, and remember don't unlock the booth for anyone."

"Even if the guy thinks I'm 18 and wants to fuck me?"

"I told you if you want to fuck press your ass against the hole. We can't take any chances here, you've got to..."

"Okay okay, I promise I won't open the booth for anybody." I promised sincerely, not wanting to ruin my chances of trying this anonymous way of cock hunting.

I knew to expect rows of magazines and DVDs, what I didn't expect was the smell. It was intoxicating, my pussy began to moisten. Mr. Johnson escorted me to the front where his friend was waiting behind the counter.

"Wow she looks even younger than that picture you showed me. You better get her in the booth quickly before somebody sees her." The fat older guy said from behind the counter.

Man, grown-ups sure are worried about sticking their dicks into little girls. I didn't want to look at his ugly face anyway. As soon as headed down the dildo aisle I stopped dead in my tracks.

"Hey Mr., do you mind if I take one of these toys with me?" I asked, stroking one of the large rubber cocks.

"You really are every bit the slut Jim said you were. Sure missy, you go ahead and take any one of those toys you want to. Here, you're going to need this as well." The fat guy behind the counter tossed a bottle of lube to Mr. Johnson.

As soon as Jim Johnson opened the door to the little booth I fell in lust. There was dirty writing everywhere; for a good time call Tracy 555-2469; Kevin is a sissy boy that sucks cock; and other colorful references. The same intoxicating smell that hit me when I walked in was 10 times stronger when the door to the little room opened. I could see two holes on either side of the booth almost at chest level, about the size of a tennis ball. A small TV screen in the back of the booth suddenly came alive with hard-core pornography. I was in a trance, I could feel pussy cream running down my leg.

"Okay, snap out of it you little slut and get in there. Remember I have a key to get in, so there's no reason for you to open that door to anybody. You can change the channels by pushing these two buttons. Don't worry about putting money in the machine. Marty will keep it running as long as you're in there. If anybody gives you money you can keep it, but never ask for money understand? "

"Yeah, we've been over this a million times, let's fuck already."

"Okay, have fun Candy slut." Mr. J was just about ready to shut the door when I stopped him.

"Wait, I'm not going to be able to fuck anybody, look." I showed him my dilemma when I bent over and the hole was 8 inches too high for my pussy to get any pleasure.

Jim disappeared for 2 seconds and returned with a small bench. I was relieved, for a second I thought my pussy might not get any cock. With me standing on the bench and bent over, the hole was perfect height for pussy pounding. The booth was so small, when I bent all the way over my mouth was just two or 3 inches from the other hole.

I wanted to be completely naked so I stripped off my clothes and threw them on the dirty floor. I unwrapped my new toy and was amazed at its size. It was longer and fatter than Mr. Johnson big cock. As soon as it was well lubed I squatted and pushed the big knob in my ready pussy.

This toy was making my slutty hole feel so good I'd almost forgot about the two holes on either side of me. I stared at some random chick being double fucked on the screen in front of me enjoying my new toy. Suddenly the squeak of the door next to me and the light coming on got me very excited.

I watched some random cock come into view. "Over here Mr. let me suck it." I beckoned. I watched with great excitement as the strange cock came through the hole. The thought that this was only the second cock I've ever had and I can't see his face was so slutty I came hard on my new toy.

The cock was smaller than Jim's but I loved it all the same. I sucked it like the little professional I had become, soon his delicious load was pouring down my throat and I had another orgasm. I kept nursing the softening cock until I heard the other door open.

Word must've gotten around, soon there were cocks coming from both holes at the same time. This was my excuse to get off my new toy and back my ass up against the wall.

I pushed the wall in front of me for leverage, forcing my ass to stay firmly planted against the hole. It was fun feeling the different techniques of the fuckers that pounded my ass and pussy.

Sometimes I was getting my dirty fuck holes pounded so good I slacked off on my sucking duties.

"Come on baby, I know you're getting a good pounding but don't stop suckin now." Some stranger yelled through the wall. This was a good time to switch I thought. I pulled my slick pussy off of the cock behind me and flipped around.

"That's what I'm talking about, thanks baby." And just like that the guy that was complaining about my sucking duties was pounding my wet and ready pussy hole. I engulfed the cock that was just in my pussy. It looks like I switched just in the nick of time because he blew his load all over my face. I love the taste of my pussy cream smothered in a load of fresh man juice.

This went on for the next hour. I didn't want to stop, but my body was just too exhausted. When Mr. J opened the door to my little heaven, I was curled up in a puddle of sex juice with random fives and tens scattered all over the creamy mess. I was Cradling my dildo with a big smile on my cum covered face.

I was half unconscious but very satisfied. Mr. J escorted me to his home and got me cleaned up. He asked me how I liked being the store whore. "So baby, how did you like all that strange cock?"

"Are you kidding, I hope I get to go back. Are you going to be able to drive me all the time. Maybe I should get a bus schedule, just in case..."

"Relax Candy, if you really enjoyed yourself Marty would love to set you up. He will reserve three hours a day for you to use the glory hole, he just needs your schedule. He will also pay you $100 for every three hours. He also knows a taxicab guy that is discrete. So what do you think?"

My mind was going 1,000,000 miles an hour. I was taking in all of this good news and trying to figure it out. "So that's $100 a day. Will I have to pay for the taxicab?"

"Well yeah, probably, when I can't drive you. Wait a minute, you don't think you'll be able to do three hours every day do you? Three hours tonight almost knocked you unconscious."

The thought of how slutty I was made my pussy tingle."Yeah yeah I know, I've got some ideas. See if Marty will let you do a few things to the booth." I said as Mr. Johnson's smile got bigger.

That is how my life changed very quickly from being a curious virgin to an experience glory hole whore. Soon after my night of debauchery some modifications were made to the booth and it has become my after school job. Mom thinks I have an afterschool program of some sort. I'm sure I'll tell her eventually, we are pretty open-minded. Maybe she can handle her 16-year-old adult bookstore whore, just not her 12-year-old. So I'll wait a few years before I tell mother what a slut I have become.

Sometimes Mr. Johnson drives me but most of the time I have Ronald the taxi driver picked me up two blocks from the school. Ronald has enjoyed my services at the glory hole many times. Ronald, Marty, Mr. J and a few select others are the only ones that know I'm only 12. Everyone else in the store thanks I'm just some 18-year-old prostitute Marty hires to work the booth.

When I get there I walk around the store for a few minutes, bending over, licking my lips, just to let the crowded store know, I'm open for business. In the last few weeks since we started the store has gotten very crowded. I head to my little oasis before the crowd grabs me and has their way with me; which I think would be so hot.

The floor has been slightly raised so my 4'9" body is at the right height for pounding. A large bottle of lube sits in the corner with a plastic tube so the lubrication can be pumped deep into my cock holes.

A large screw hole just above and below each of the glory holes is for attaching dildo's. After a few hours of playing I am sometimes too tired to hold myself up anymore, but I don't want to stop the abuse of my slut holes. So I will back my ass or pussy onto a dildo allowing my other cock hole to provide pleasure for the perverts that are waiting. Two leather straps were added so my thighs can be strapped tight, holding my ass firmly against the wall.

Sometimes I will be wracked with so many orgasms I have to take a nap. There is a foldout table under the glory hole that is designated for sucking. When I've had enough I can lay my head on the table and take a nap while my ass or pussy is pounded relentlessly.

The guys are disappointed when I turn off the light over the sucking booth. Most of them just get in line to fuck my sleeping ass, but some of them still like to jerk off through the hole onto my sleeping face.

Sleeping while you're being pounded is a unique experience. The dreams are always sexually vivid and I have a lot of dream-gasms.

I had Marty install a mirror because I love seeing myself acting like a super slut. Now I think I want some cameras; that would be so hot posting them online so everyone can see what a hot little fuck tramp I am.

It is going to be so fun being the adult bookstore glory hole whore; maybe I'll see if Marty can let me have a couple extra hours a day with my ass strapped tight against the glory hole; that would be so hot.