WIFE'S PERVERSIONS

BY XTREME INK

My Discovery

The first time I fucked my wife, she had just turned sixteen. It was our first date. When I went to pick her up, she told me, as she was pulling me inside, that her parents were out until late. Then she kissed me and ground her sweet little pussy against my leg. I was eighteen.

We were married when she turned eighteen. Her parents were quite rich, and their present was a house and a full college education for her. I was also given a full ride to get my Masters, and if we decided to get Doctorates (in particular fields, of course) they would pay for that. No reason to refuse that ride.

The house wasn't big, but it was in a pretty nice neighborhood. The money her folks gave us to live off of was more than adequate. When I turned twenty-three, and Linda, my wife, turned twenty-one, we'd been married for three years. Three very blissful years.

I should describe my wife. To look at her, you'd think she was still sixteen, and she often dresses the part -- if the part she was playing was a sixteen year old slut. Her breasts haven't grown much since we met -- they're a nice B cup. She has huge, dark nipples and a very slim, toned body. Her hair is dark and curly, and she's got very innocent, big brown eyes. Linda is as far as innocent as you could possibly get.

For one thing, she's insatiable when it comes to sex. We fuck at least once a day, and sometimes more. At first, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to keep up with her and worried that she'd find other man. That worry faded as she always found ways to get me up, and never even looked at another guy. Still, I had no idea how perverted she really was.

While it's true that she never looked at other men, she often looked at other women, pointing out the ones that she thought I'd think were hot. Over time, I noticed that more and more she was pointing out jail bait. Initially, the girls weren't obviously underage, but eventually she was pointing out girls as young as ten and eleven. Truthfully, I'd never paid them a bit of attention until she pointed them out, but some of them were pretty sexy. We'd laugh and giggle about their cute butts, or the little pointed breasts and that would be that.

Linda was an expert at getting information out of me, especially when it came to finding out what my turn-ons are. Everyone has things that are a turn-on that are also embarrassing, and I am no exception. She found out I liked bondage, but made it very clear she wasn't into it, saying that she would never let anyone tie her up. That was fine with me; I could live without, especially since she was so accommodating in other areas.

She found out that I was turned on by girls who didn't shave their underarms. Provided, of course, that the hair wasn't too thick. Mats of underarm hair were a turnoff, but a light covering was really hot. So she stopped shaving her pits, and made sure to display them to me when ever she thought it would get me hard. I loved a shaved pussy, which she did not, but she compromised by keeping her pussy lips shaved while maintaining a bush on her mons. I think the most embarrassing thing she found out was that I liked how her sweat smelled.

She stopped wearing deodorant and often, if we weren't going out anywhere, would skip a shower for a day or so. She'd lay there, with her legs spread letting me go down on her fragrant cunt, then would position her armpits over my nose when we fucked. It was heaven for me, but I was still too embarrassed to do the ultimate; licking her sweaty armpits.

The only other thing she wasn't into was water sports. Well, receiving, anyway. She'd tell me her fantasies when I was eating her cunt. She'd describe a young girl that we'd seen that day and tell me how she'd love to have her sweaty cunt eaten by the girl and how she'd get off making the child drink first hers, then my piss. She really got off on thinking up ways to make the child cum while drinking her own piss. Yup, my wife had a perverted imagination.

Her fantasies often involved the girls next door. They were both beauties, even though one was only eleven. They were small for their age, both had reddish hair and slight bodies. The older girl had tits almost as big as my wife's, which on the slim thirteen year, old really drew attention.

Linda would often ride my dick telling me how much she would love to watch me eat Kara, the thirteen year old, after she'd been running around in the summer heat all day. She'd describe how the young teen's pussy would smell, all hot and wet with sweat and cunt juice, after a full day of play. How the tangy taste would coat my tongue as I slid it deep into the girl's cunt. She loved to talk about what my cock would look like splitting Sandy's (the eleven year old) pussy for the first time.

Linda would get the look of absolute lust while talking about listening to Sandy's moans of pain, as she accepted a man's cock for the first time, while Linda herself fingered the girl's tiny asshole and licked her clit, tasting her virgin blood mixed with my cum. Linda would cum real hard from that. Linda liked the taste of blood, and really got off on menstrual blood. She was so horny on her periods, and loved to free-bleed, if we weren't going out. When we fucked, my cock would be soaked with her menstrual discharge, and after fucking her, and she would eagerly go down on it, licking it completely clean.

The girls next door were nice kids. Their mom was a hard worker, despite the fact that when her husband had left her, he'd made sure to provide well for all of them. He paid for the house and the kids, but made it clear he wanted nothing to do with them beyond that. Marie, who was just as beautiful as her daughters, worked a lot, even though she obviously didn't need to. Early on, she'd asked if we could keep an eye on the girls when she wasn't home. It wasn't like she was never home, but she got back at six and the girls got out of school at three or so.

When the summer came, she cut her hours back to spend more time with her daughters, but she really liked her job and wasn't too happy about it. Of course, she loved her daughters more, so there wasn't much of a choice for her.

Linda was giving me a blow job on the couch. I'd just ass fucked her not too long ago, but she had no problem with a2m, something I considered odd, since she wasn't into piss drinking. I was getting close to cuming again, when I saw her attention wasn't on me, but on the window. At first I thought she was just watching the girls play in the street, but then I caught a flash of something at the corner of the window and realized that one of the girls was watching Linda eat my cock.

I blew my load right then and there, surprising Linda who never the less, quickly started gulping it down. Well, most of it. She opened her mouth and showed me, while still mostly facing the window, a pool of cum on her tongue. Then she made a big show of swallowing it.

I thought for sure she'd mention how hot it was giving me a blow job while a little girl (I didn't know which one it was) watched, but Linda didn't even mention it. For the rest of the week though, every blow job I got was on the couch. I certainly had no problem cumming, that was for sure!

It was that following Monday, about a week later, when I had to run some errands. It was a swamp outside, over a hundred and humid enough to rain, even though it looked like the clouds were just teasing us. Muggy, to say the least. When I got home, I was soaked in sweat, despite the AC in the car, but when I walked into the house, the air was off. The house was like an oven -- a really soggy oven.

“Honey,” I heard Linda's voice call.

Hmmm, that tone of voice told me my little slut was hot for some cock. Suited me just fine. Maybe we could fuck in the shower, because I wanted another one (I like the smell of her sweat, not mine). After not showering all weekend (for me), Linda had probably already taken one already, but I was sure the promise of a thick pole in her twat would entice her back under the water. When I rounded the corner, following her voice, she was wearing only a pair of very high heels, and little girl socks -- the low ones with lace tops that fold over. Getting closer, I could tell she hadn't in fact, showered yet. The smell of her sweat, and of a pussy that had been fucked a lot over the weekend, made me hard in seconds.

To entice me even further, she turned her head, and took a deep sniff of her arm pit, moaning and grinding her hips. Her other hand snaked between her legs and scooped out a thick glob of cunt juice, which, after facing me again, she wiped on her tongue and swished around her mouth.

“Gee, what's a girl gotta do to get fucked around here?” she asked.

I took the hint and stripped as fast as I possibly could, while watching my wife roughly pull her thick, brown nipples. My cock so hard it was throbbing. She smelled so fucking hot, and her body was wet with her sweat. She gave me a smoking kiss while gently stroking my shaft, and I could taste her cunt on her tongue.

She broke the kiss and whispered in my ear, “I have a surprise for you love.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked. “I love it already.”

“Not me, sweet heart,” she purred. “It's a very special surprise. But you're going to have to trust me, one hundred percent. Can you do that?”

I was pretty far gone in lust. Linda rarely went this long without a shower, and her smell was completely clouding my thinking. It was *so* erotic! Then she put her hands over her head, exposing the thin, wet hair under her arms, and crossed her wrists behind her neck. All I could think of was sliding my tongue through that fragrant hair, licking and sucking her sweat. Hey, what can I tell you? I was really turned on, and you're full of shit if you tell me you never think of things just as gross when you're hot. Then, she started grinding her soft belly against my cock, smearing pre-cum all over it. At that point, I'd have promised anything. Well, almost anything. I wasn't so far gone that I'd let someone tie me up. As it turned out, what she had in mind was way more shocking -- and dangerous -- that that.

“Okay love,” I moaned, “I promise to trust you.”

“And follow my lead?” she asked, suddenly very serious.

“Yes. Well, as long as you don't want to tie me up ...”

“No,” she smiled, “I won't be tying you up. I promise that. But I really need your word that you won't freak on me. And don't talk until I tell you it's okay.”

That was strange, but she'd taken my cock in her mouth and again, I sort of stopped thinking. Despite my agreement, and the fact that I knew my wife was a perverted slut, I couldn't have anticipated what was waiting for me in the attic. The attic was on the third floor, and it was a place that I'd always fantasized of turning into a dungeon. But since Linda wasn't into BDSM, I'd never bothered to even mention it. In case you hadn't noticed, I have a thing about watching a woman sweat, and the attic was normally hot in the summer. So many of my very private fantasies had Linda, or some other babe, tied up there, helpless and teased for hours on end. Before she opened the door, she had me close my eyes and re-promise not to say a word, until she said it was okay. I did and heard her open the door and she led me in, then closed the door.

Linda pulled me further into the room and even I felt the heat. I have a real high tolerance to heat, but it was like a sauna in there! Finally, we stopped and she whispered that I could open my eyes and reminded me again not to talk. I opened my eyes. The promise turned out to be unnecessary since I literally couldn't say a word.

There was a bench in front of me, wide enough for two people, and looked like something you'd see in someone's backyard. It was slatted, and made of wood, with arms on each side of it. And there was a naked girl tied to it. I blinked again, thinking that the heat had actually gotten to me, but no, she was still there. Linda was smiling, but the look on her face was something I'd never seen. Pure predatory lust. Once I recovered, it took every ounce of will not to say a word. Linda, once she saw I wouldn't say anything, walked behind the girl. Our cute little next door neighbor girl, Sandy.

Sandy was, as I said, was tied to the bench. Her red hair was dark with sweat, and in fact, her whole body was gleaming. There was a black strip of cloth over her eyes and a black ring gag in her mouth. Once that made her open very, very wide. Drool coated her chin, running down it and dripping on her flat chest. Her wrists had been tied to her biceps, then pulled up and tied to the back of the bench, leaving her armpits exposed. It looked like there was just the faintest hint of hair starting to grow there. Hemp rope cut deep into her thin belly and held her to the back of the bench. Each leg was pulled out and wide, her thighs and calves tied to the seat and back of the bench and each ankle tied to the top the arms at either end of the bench. That was when I noticed that the seat of the bench, right were her little butt was resting, was cut back to allow full access to whoever was seated in it.

My eyes rested on the little girl's bald cunt. I love a bald cunt. This one had very small inner and outer lips, but a very prominent clit ridge. It was also very red and swollen, with a webbing of white cream between the spread lips. Some of the cream had leaked down and coated the tight, pink asshole. I was shocked. I was appalled. And I'd never been so horny in my entire life. I was to discover, as my wife led me down those first steps into the depths of her depravity, that I didn't know the real meaning of the word horny.

The final touch to the scene was the girl's nipples. For one thing, they were a lot larger than I thought they'd be, but I didn't find out why until later. For now, each one was an angry pink and each one was held in a clamp. The clamps didn't look very tight, but for an inexperienced pre-teen, they must have been pretty painful. The bondage work on the girl had been done by an expert. While I had never gotten to do any real bondage, I'd spent years surfing sites on the net. A lot of the bondage I'd seen had been schlock, but after seeing so may girls tied up, I had become a good judge of what was well done rope bondage and what wasn't.

Linda smiled at me, and, seeing that I was going to remain silent, pulled the eleven year old's head back, exposing her throat. Then Linda slowly licked the drool off the girl's chin and lower lip, making a great show of swallowing the child's spit. She continued licking the side of Sandy's neck, and I heard the girl moan. It was not a moan of pain, but one of sexual need. Linda then held the girl's head and drooled a large wad of spit into Sandy's mouth. She coughed a little, but I could see her throat working as she swallowed.

Linda put her finger over her lips in a shushing motion, and waved me closer. I walked toward her, almost in a trance, my hard cock leading the way. Linda bent down and stuck her nose in Sandy's sweaty armpit and breathed deeply. Then she motioned for me to do the same. I almost came. Sandy's smell was very different than Linda's. Not as strong, of course, but still pretty musky and I almost groaned out loud. I did groan out loud when I saw Linda slide her tongue over the sweaty skin and make a yumming noise. Sandy groaned too, and tried to wiggle. Following her example, I did the same and it was heavenly. Of course, my reaction to it was mostly mental. Her skin was salty and a little oily, but the fact that I was actually licking a girl's armpit, and my wife was doing the same, was an almost mind blowing turn on.

Close up, I saw that Sandy's nipples were more swollen than I'd thought. Even though the clamps weren't tight, I was sure they hurt. Sandy was panting, from either the heat, pain or, considering the amount of cunt cream she was producing, arousal. Even in my befuddled state, I had a hard time believing that the little girl was aroused, but she sure as hell was creaming. Linda licked Sandy's armpit again, but this time she slowly tightened a nipple clamp. Sandy whimpered, but didn't yell. Linda spoke for the first time since we entered the room.

“It was Sandy who was watching us on the couch last week,” she started. “When you weren't around, I confronted her about it, and got her to admit that she'd been playing with her little cunny for almost a year. I asked her if she wanted to learn more about sex, and she said that she did. So, she got to watch me giving you head every time I did it.

“It didn't take me long to discover that Sandy here, is completely submissive. I told her that if she wanted me to teach her, she'd have to do everything I said, and she agreed. One of the things I made her do was play with herself while I watched. I didn't let her cum though did I sweetie?”

“Ngo,” said Sandy, which I guess was the closest that she could come to saying 'no' with that big ring in her mouth.

“That's why she's a little swollen. And I've been teasing her brains out all week, and she's agreed to all kinds of things,” continued Linda. “But best of all, is that she's spending the night.”

I looked up startled.

“Yes,” smiled Linda. “She's ours until tomorrow afternoon when her sister comes home. Kara is sleeping over a friends, and Marie asked last week if we could watch Sandy since she's going on an overnight business trip. That was last Thursday, and by that time Sandy was getting a little frustrated since she hadn't been allowed to cum all that time. I promised Sandy that we'd give her all kinds of orgasms, if she followed orders, and she's done a great job. Since I know how much you like a ripe pussy, I told her not to wash anything but her head, feet and hands starting Friday. Her mom almost blew it for her, but Sandy managed to keep out of the shower. Why don't we take a lick, and see what her cunt tastes like?”

Linda came around to my side of the bench, and after tightening the second nipple clamp to match the first, she and I knelt at the child's exposed cunt. The smell was amazing, and went right to my cock. It was actually pulsing as we sniffed the girl's spicy/sweaty scent. Even the taint of urine added to how erotic this was. Almost together, we licked the tiny outer lips, then Linda scooped out some white cream and pushed it into my mouth with her tongue. It was tangy and salty, better than any sex juice I'd ever tasted. Linda and I shared a deep kiss, then she turned back and I saw her licking at the paste that had gathered between Sandy's inner and outer lips. Watching Linda clean the girl like this almost brought me off. It was beyond perverted.

Sandy apparently liked it as well. Her thin hips were moving as much as they could, in time with Linda's tongue strokes. Linda pushed my head closer and I took over for her, licking and sucking, not flinching when Linda pulled back the flesh covering Sandy's surprisingly large clit and seeing all the build up under there. Sandy squealed as I ate her tangy paste and Linda admonished me not to let the girl cum. I managed, but it was a near thing.

Next, Linda pushed my head further down, and soon I found my tongue fluttering over Sandy's asshole. I tried to push inside a little, but Linda stopped me. I repositioned myself, finding that this bench must have been made for sex. I ended up on my back, with my feet sticking out the back, quite comfortable after Linda slid a long, firm pillow under my body. Together, we drove the pre-teen almost mad with our tongues. I worked on her asshole and, occasionally her cunt hole, eagerly sucking down the white cream she never seemed to run out of. Linda bit, none to gently, Sandy's swollen, but immature inner lips, and stimulated Sandy's cunt. We eventually stopped and I saw the child had tears of frustration running down her cheeks.

“You'd like to cum, wouldn't you?” asked Linda in a gentle voice.

“”Ess,'ess,” said the girl.

“I promised that we'd give you good cums, but you have to do things for us,” said Linda. “Are you ready to do some of those things?”

“Uh huh,” panted the girl.

To my astonishment, Linda then handed me a clear plastic bowl and had me kneel between Sandy's legs.

“Remember,” said Linda, “don't go all the way, just about half, understand?”

She was acknowledged with a grunt and I was left kneeling between the pre-teen's wide spread legs with a bowl in my hand. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Sandy was trying to pee, but couldn't seem to make it come out. I looked up when I heard the girl groan, and saw that Linda had taken her big toe in her mouth and was sucking on it. It only took a second before I was hit in the chest by a blast of piss. Quickly, I repositioned the bowl, which took some doing, to catch the stream of amber liquid. There was a lot in it by the time Sandy stopped peeing. Linda held her hand out for the bowl, but motioned me to remain kneeling.

“Why don't you suck on her clit while I get rid of this?” she asked with an evil grin.

I shrugged, and began once again licking Sandy's tiny pussy. The taste of her urine wasn't bad at all -- not that I'd want a steady diet of it -- and the girl squirmed and cooed. Then I saw how Linda was going to 'dispose' of the piss. Down the girl's throat.

As I licked and sucked, giving Sandy as much pleasure as I could without letting her cum, Linda slowly poured the child's urine into her mouth. Sandy missed surprisingly little of it; drinking her own piss didn't seem to be a problem for her. That was mind blowing, to say the least. Linda had gotten most of it in Sandy's mouth, but some had slid down her chest and ended up in my mouth. Truthfully, with the amount of cunt juice the child was producing, it only added to the flavor.

Once she was finished, Linda changed places with me, and Sandy emptied the rest of the contents of her bladder into the bowl. One thing I found amazing, was the fact that Linda let the girl's pee shoot into her own mouth, and just held the bowl under her chin. It was a more effective method then what I'd done, but I wondered what was going on. Linda had stated emphatically that she was not into piss play. Of course, she'd also said she wasn't into bondage either, so it appeared that we had some real discussions in our future. Not that I cared, at the moment, since I was trying hard not to spontaneously cum all over Sandy's flat little chest. Linda handed me the bowl and I poured the contents slowly into Sandy's mouth. She didn't even gag, but she did moan deep in her throat from Linda's treatment of her cunny.

Once that was finished, Linda told the girl she'd almost earned an orgasm. I couldn't see her eyes, but it was evident that this was welcome news.

“Your turn honey,” she said to me.

My turn?

“I hope you have to pee, since our eager little slut is dying for an orgasm. She doesn't get her first until she's drunk piss from everyone in the room.” said Linda.

“Uh, that might be a problem,” I said, nodding at my ceiling pointing dick.

Linda giggled and we ended up repositioned so that I was once again on my back, this time with my nose almost in Sandy's asshole, while Linda sucked me off. Considering everything I'd been through, that didn't take very long. Let me tell you, it's a novel, but insanely erotic experience, having you wife give you a blow job while drinking the thick, white, sex cream of an eleven year old girl.

When Linda was finished, I found that my bladder was in need of some relief. Linda went to town on Sandy's cunt, teasing the poor child almost out of her mind, while I pissed down her eager throat. It was a good thing that Linda had blown me, since watching the next act would have caused me to cum. While I ate Sandy to orgasm, Linda stood on the bench, spread her slimy lips, and expertly pissed into Sandy's open mouth. The girl almost choked, and did miss some, because she was trying to scream while swallowing. Some of Linda's piss ended up in my mouth, and even though it was a lot stronger tasting than Sandy's, it still wasn't bad.

Sandy was limp in her bonds when we finished. She did moan when Linda tightened the nipple clamps again. They weren't making her go numb, but they were pretty painful.

“Well, now that we've given the little slut an orgasm,” said Linda, ”I'm a little hungry. Let's go get some food!”

We made a quick trip downstairs to get something to eat, leaving Sandy panting and drooling upstairs in the intense heat.

“I know you have a lot of questions,” said Linda, “but I think they can wait until we've sent our sex toy home, don't you?”

“I suppose...”

“Good!” she said, cutting me off. “Because I want to explain what's next on the agenda. We're going to retie Sandy into a different position, and you're going to take her virginity. All three of them.”

“Huh?” I asked.

“Just like you did me,” smiled Linda. “Asshole first, then mouth, then cunt. Of course, you'll be able to cum in the little slut anywhere you want, because she hasn't started bleeding yet.”

Despite my hard cock, I had reservations. What we'd done already was bad enough. I didn't think my cock, just slightly under seven inches, was going to fit into that little girl's body. Linda must have been reading my mind.

“It'll fit. With enough lube and time, it'll side right in. Of course, it's gonna hurt like hell, but I don't really care,” said Linda. “I told her what she was in for, and she agreed.”

“How could she possibly agree?” I asked. “There's no way she could know how much it's going to hurt.”

Linda leaned close to me with an evil smile. “Saturday morning, we talked about it and I told her it would hurt. She asked how much, so I took a strap and beat the hell out of her cunt. She cried and yelled, then asked me if she was allowed to cum yet. Naturally, I told her no.”

Perverse. That's my wife. Apparently sadistic too. We tromped back upstairs and ate there. The room was intensely hot and was drenched in the sweaty smell of my wife and Sandy. Linda was even more evil than I thought, because she told me that Sandy had, on her orders, skipped lunch and dinner yesterday, and had had no breakfast this morning. She was starving, I'm sure, and I said as much.

“Too bad,” smirked Linda. “I needed to make sure there was enough room for all the piss she had to drink.”

Just looking at the tightly bound child made me hard, and it was all I could do to get through lunch without pushing my face in her sticky pussy and licking and sucking it.

“Time for act two,” said Linda, getting up and dragging over a wooden square that was about 4 x 4 feet.

It had rings set in each corner, and rings set in the middle of each side. Their purpose was obvious. We untiled Sandy and repositioned her on the board. Once again, the child was spread wide, but this time her legs and arms were attached to the same rings while rope once again cut into her soft belly and was tied tightly to rings at the opposite end. Each knee had a rope that pulled her legs toward the side rings they were tied to. She was totally spread and accessible, a pervert's dream come true. Linda pulled off the blindfold, and removed the ring gag, and Sandy worked her mouth. I sort of expected her to start screaming bloody murder, but she didn't, only looked at my wife with something like adoration in her eyes. Well, that and lust, and let me tell you, I was finding out that there are few more erotic sights that a bound pre-teen who's obviously in need of a good orgasm.

Linda opened leaned over the girl and lapped all the saliva that had drooled down Sandy's chin and neck. Then she squeezed the sides of Sandy's mouth, and the girl opened up. Linda removed her hand, and even when it became obvious that she was going to spit in Sandy's mouth, the little girl did nothing to stop her. I almost groaned as Linda slowly drooled a huge wad of spit into Sandy's mouth. Sandy did not swallow and Linda smiled.

“Good. You remembered. Now you may swallow,” said Linda.

Sandy did, and my wife leaned over and stuck out her tongue. Sandy immediately captured it and sucked on it, like a little cock. Linda fucked the child's mouth for a time, then told Sandy to open wide and stick out her tongue. She did and I watched as Linda licked and sucked it, again, just like a small cock, her saliva drooling back into the child's mouth. Linda always gave a very sloppy blow job. Eventually, she gripped Sandy's tongue with her teeth and bit down. Sandy whimpered, but didn't try to free herself. Linda pulled, slowly extending the girl's tongue very far out of her mouth. Sandy gaged and moaned, but again, didn't try to stop her. Eventually Linda stopped.

“Why did I spit in your mouth?” she asked.

“Because I'm a dirty girl and dirty girls drink spit,” said Sandy promptly.

Linda grinned at me, then continued to humiliate Sandy.

“Do you like how my armpits smell?”

“Yes Ms. Linda.”

“Don't you think that only a filthy little girl would like to smell a woman's sweaty armpits?”

Hey! I thought.

“Yes, Ms. Linda.”

“So you must be a filthy little girl, right?”

“Yes, Ms. Linda.”

“And?” prompted Linda.

“I'm a filthy little girl who deserves to be punished.”

“That's right,” said Linda, reaching down to stroke the child's exposed clit. Sandy responded with a soft grunt.

“It's hard to punish you though, isn't it?”

“Yes Ms Linda.”

“Why?”

“Because you can't leave marks.”

The little girl sounded disappointed when she said that.

“But there are other ways to hurt you, right?”

“Yes, Ms. Linda.”

“Where did I hurt you the other day?” asked Linda.

“You hit my cunny real hard and it hurt all night. You pinched my nipples real hard too,” said Sandy.

“What else did I do?”

“You took a stick and hit me real hard on my feet.”

“That's right,” smiled Linda, pulling on one nipple clamp. Sandy gave a high little whimper.

“And what did you do the next day?”

Sandy looked very embarrassed, and Linda had to ask again before she'd answer.

“I... I asked you to do it all again,” she said.

“And what did I tell you then?”

“That I was still a little girl because I hadn't had sex, and you wouldn't hurt me any more until I did,” replied Sandy.

“Tell Mr. John what you want,” said Linda.

“Please Mr. John. I know I'm only little, but Ms. Linda promised to be good to me if I had sex. Could you sex me?” asked Sandy.

“I don't know, Sandy,” I replied. “It's going to hurt a real lot.”

“I know, Mr. John. That's good and Ms. Linda told me that if it hurts too much, I should just say stop and you will,” replied Sandy.

“That's right,” said Linda, and I could see she was very serious. I guess she'd decided to use the word 'stop' as the kid's safe word.

“Now, Mr. John is going to start really hurting you. But if you don't take it, it will mean you aren't a big enough girl to have more fun,” said Linda.

“Please Ms. Linda, I promise, I'm big enough,” pleaded the bound pre-teen.

“I think,” said Linda, looking at me while kneeling between Sandy's wide spread legs, “you should start here.”

'Here' was the child's tiny rosebud of an asshole. I still doubted that I'd ever get inside it, and it did take quite a while. Sandy whined and moaned the entire time, but I couldn't really blame her. Especially since, before we'd removed her from the bench, Linda had taken off the clamps. I could tell that Sandy's nipples were raw and sore. However, once we had repositioned her, Linda reapplied the clamps. Sandy moaned and gasped. Sandy wiggled, in obvious pain. Sandy did not, however, beg Linda to remove them, nor did she beg me to stop, even after screaming when the head of my cock popped past her sphincter.

The girl was hot and wet. Even though my wife is very tight, Sandy of course, was way tighter. I pushed more, going slowly and opening up the eleven year old. She moaned a lot, but after Linda started rubbing her clit, her moans weren't of pain. Or at least, they weren't just of pain. Finally, I was all the way inside. To tell the truth, I was very surprised that the girl could take it all. I mean, really surprised. Most women don't like a cock up their asshole, so I couldn't see why Sandy would. Of course, back then, I didn't know Sandy all that well.

I slowly fucked in and out of her vice-like hole. Looking down, I saw it was streaked with shit and maybe a little red with blood. Usually my wife emptied herself before I fucked her ass, but no one had told Sandy to do that. I held out as long as I could, but frankly, didn't figure it was too good an idea to fuck the kid all that long anyway. It was less than five minutes, I'm sure, before I emptied my balls into Sandy's bowels. Oh yeah, you think you could do better? Bull shit.

Linda forced Sandy to cum right along with me and I could feel the flutter of her asshole as she contracted with her orgasms. It was awesome. Anyway, when I pulled out, Linda immediately repositioned me so that my soiled cock was right over Sandy's lips.

“Dirty girls suck their shit off the Master's cocks, don't they,” said Linda.

She started smearing Sandy's shit and my cum over the girls lips and face.

“Open up, little piggy,” she said, and Sandy obediently opened her mouth.

She didn't even make a face as I fucked my rapidly re-hardening shaft into her mouth. When I finished, she had sucked all of her shit off my cock and I was right back to being hard again. I'll tell you though, it wasn't only her immature mouth that was getting me off. It was the fact that Linda was noisily sucking my cum out of Sandy's asshole. When I was hard again, and Linda was finished, she removed my cock from Sandy's mouth, and repositioned her own over it. Sandy opened wide without being told to, and Linda drooled a surprising amount of brownish cum into the child's mouth. Sandy didn't swallow and Linda pushed her own tongue into the girls mouth and they played with my shit stained cum. If nothing else had done it, that perverse act would have made me instantly hard.

Linda repositioned herself so that her rank cunt was directly over the child's face, then sat down. I was treated to the sight of Sandy's pink little tongue snaking over my wife's erect clit. Linda was obviously getting off, big time.

“Do it,” she panted, mauling her own nipples. “Take her. Push it it. Make the little slut scream.”

I positioned my re-hardened cock at Sandy's tiny hole. It wasn't any bigger than her asshole, and I'd gotten in there, so I should be able to do this. I knew it would hurt her, but I was getting the feeling that the little slut liked it. So I started to enter her.

It was easier than I expected, and I needed no extra lube. I'd always thought Linda made a lot of cunt juice, but Sandy could give her a run for her money. My cock head was quickly coated in stringy white lube, and I pushed further, feeling her maiden head. Maiden head. What a joke. I'd ass fucked her and we'd made her drink piss to get an orgasm, how much did this last little piece of flesh mean?

Sandy screamed as I pushed pasted her hymen. Linda lifted off for a second, obviously to revel in the girl's pain, then sat down quick as I pushed again. She cut off Sandy's air, while grinding her hips on the child mouth.

“Keep licking you little slut,” she hissed. “Oh yeah, that's it. Oh, she's such a little slut. She's fucking my asshole with her tongue. Don't stop John, push it in all the way.”

Well, I pushed further, anyway, feeling the tunnel stretch to accommodate me. It was the most amazing feeling I'd ever had, and also a good thing I'd just cum. No way, I'd have lasted, this entire thing was just too much. She was bleeding a lot, though, not that I was worried at the time. Linda regularly cut off her breath and pulled hard on those nipple clamps. Sandy had ample time to yell stop, but she never did. Finally, as I was nearing my orgasm, Linda reached between Sandy's legs to frig her clit. When I came again, producing a surprising amount of cum considering it was my third load of the day, I could feel the pulsing Sandy's orgasm too. Linda shared my cock with Sandy, licking off all the sticky cum and blood. She also went to town on the little girl's cunt, sharing that feast with Sandy as well. After she finished she looked at the obviously exhausted child.

“Do you want to stop now?” she asked.

“No Ms. Linda,” she said. “You promised, I'd have to do all three.”

“I know honey, but Mr. John might not be able to get hard again for a while,” replied my wife.

“You promised,” said the girl stubbornly.

“Okay, then. It might be a while,” warned Linda again.

Sandy nodded, then I think she actually fell asleep.

“Promised what?” I asked.

“I promised her until she took you in all three holes, I wouldn't untie her,” said Linda. “God, this girl's amazing. I never figured she'd be this hard core. Shit, she's just a kid!”

It took two hours before I could get hard again. By that time, Linda had repositioned Sandy, tying her on her back to a low chest, with her head hanging in perfect cock sucking position.

“Now remember what I told you,” said Linda. “Swallow or you're going to choke.”

“I'll remember,” said Sandy and the little imp actually opened her mouth.

It was pretty hard to get in her throat, and the next day, interestingly enough, her only complaint was her sore throat. We gave her ice cream, which made her happy. Eventually, I managed to cum again, but it was a weak output, I'm sure, and I got soft very quickly. Hey, I'm only human, you know.

Once I'd completed my 'mission', we untied Sandy. She was completely out of it -- no surprise there. Her cunt and nipples were obviously painfully swollen. We took her downstairs, and gave her a cool bath, gently washing her, then put soft, cool cloths on her pussy and nipples. She woke up just enough to ask for some food, and take the cloths off.

“Is it too cold sweetie?” asked Linda.

“No. But I like how it feels when it's all hot and hurting,” replied Sandy.

We fed her and she ate like a horse, which was good. She slept between us that night, looking like a little angle, even though her nipples were still puffy and swollen, as was her little crotch.

I woke up with a piss hard-on being blown by my wife and an eleven year old girl. That was fun. After I came, Sandy insisted on drinking my piss.

“Dirty girls are supposed to drink piss,” she stated.

She drank my wife's too and, to my complete astonishment, my wife gulped down Sandy's urine, sharing the last mouthful in a kiss with me. I could see we had a lot to talk about. Sandy watched cartoons for a while after breakfast, then walked into the kitchen where Linda and I were drinking coffee. She was naked, which was no surprise since she didn't appear to have even brought clothing with her.

She opened one hand and inside were the clamps.

“Could you put these on me, Ms. Linda?” she asked, her little girl voice so innocent you might have thought she was asking for help with her shoes.

My wife's nipples got hard as a rock (she wasn't wearing anything either) and she screwed the clamps down tight on Sandy's still aching nipples. The girl winced, but then went over to the drain board and pulled out a wooden spoon. She gave it to Linda, then lay on the floor with her legs spread wide.

“Time for you to learn how to beat a pussy,” said Linda.

I looked at the child's crotch. There was no bleeding, which was good, but she as still pretty red from yesterday. Linda knelt over Sandy's eager mouth and took the spoon, hitting the little girl right on the clit. There was a muffled scream, but her legs didn't even try to close. Linda did the first ten, showing me how hard, and where Sandy was most sensitive. I did the next.

The promised rain had showed that morning, and it was still going strong when we had to send our delightful little toy home. We sent her on her way after kissing her thoroughly, and pissing, again, down her eager throat. Sandy was one very happy, very well used little girl when she left.

Several mud puddles had formed in the back yards and between our houses. I was a little panicked, since Linda made the child crawl naked though some of the mud holes on her way to her own back door. Linda even made her grind her sore little cunt in the mud, fucking her hips back and forth. She was mostly brown by the time she made it to her back door, waving and grinning as she opened the door to their basement. Linda and I waved back, then fucked like rabbits while taking a nice, long shower.