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The party was slowly winding down and there were only one other couple, 
us, Mark and Chris left and we were all pretty wasted.

Mark had already fucked me that night. It wasn't the first time I've been 
to a party with my husband and been fucked by other guys. It happens all 
too frequently.

You see, I have a problem. An over abundance of pheromones, an elevated 
level of testosterone, and I seem to be stuck in the estrus phrase. A 
wicked state for any female. I don't know what Buddha was thinking, but it 
sure made for an exciting and harrowing life for me.

It really started when I was around five or six. I noticed people (I mean 
men) taking extra interest in me. The crosswalk guard would always stop 
traffic just for me. The bag guys at the superstore, my uncles, my 
fathers' friends, my neighbours, the man down the street, etc. I'm 
thankful I didn't like candy or looking for lost pets.

The testosterone kicked in when I reached puberty. Even at the age of 
eleven, I was being asked to parties aimed at sixteen/seventeen year olds. 
By the age of eleven years five months, I had lost my virginity, and by 
the time I turned thirteen, I've been fucked by 25 guys, mostly 
seventeen/eighteen year olds. But a few were very much older. Kaitlin's 
(my best friend) father was in his thirty's.

It was at a sleepover and the night turned bad. Thunder and lightning got 
Kaitlin scared, so we crept into her parents bedroom. Only her father was 
there. Her mother was away for a few days visiting Grandma. I've seen him 
around the house and always wondered what he would look like naked. 
Kaitlin went to one side and crept under the cover. I hesitated a moment. 
He was staring at me (me in my baby doll outfit), and I knew he liked what 
he saw. And I figured he would like it even better if I was naked. 
Opportunities like this don't fall into your lap everyday, so I took a 
gamble and took everything off. He looked intently at me for 5 seconds 
then raised the bed cover, beckoning me to join him. The gamble paid off.

I'm going to get fucked tonight.

Then my naked bod was next to his bare hairy chest. My tits pressing 
against him. It felt marvellous. He did a triple take, then settled his 
hand on one of my tits. My nipple had a good workout. First time I've been 
this close to a real man; a hairy chested man with a marvellous bod, and 
smelling so manly. I couldn't resist running my hand through his hairy 
chest and venturing lower. OMG. Kyle had a hardon! The stiffest and 
biggest I have ever held. He must be an "XL"!

It wasn't his daughter that gave him a hardon, but me! I wanted to suck 
him off right there and then, but not in front of a sleeping Kaitlin, so I 
gave him a slow handjob. He flooded his shorts when he came. I think it 
was the best orgasm he ever had! It racked his bod. Then his fingers 
started playing with my pussy. So I told him to put on a condom. I had to 
help him; he was all thumbs. It was good it wasn't the lubricated kind, as 
then I could slip it in my mouth to get it warm. Then I quickly unraveled 
it over his cock. It didn't quite fit his whole shaft, but enough to keep 
me happy. I then slipped under him, spread my legs, pulled my labia wide 
and guided his cock into me. It was wonderful feeling his big, fat cock 
slowly entering my pussy. I loved holding that cock, and over the years 
I've spent wonderful afternoons just playing with it until he shoots his 
cum all over me.

We were now officially fucking.

We did it real slow for awhile on account of Kaitlin being 2 feet away 
from us. I'm sure she saw us, as she left without a word. Then the real 
fucking began. After awhile, he was burying his cock to the max; his balls 
slapping my ass. Sometimes my legs were spread real w-i-d-e, sometimes in 
the air, but the best was when they were behind my ears! His cock could 
then stimulate my g-spot on every thrust, and what's a little girl to do 
but to orgasm, time after time, over his cock. Could also watch his cock 
pumping into me and feel it in my pussy. I was in heaven. Have I told you 
yet how much I love that cock of his, pounding me and my pussy? I think it 
was, and still is, the perfect cock for me. Well, and the person behind 
all the pushing. We didn't stop until dawn.

Question: How many times does 32 go into 12? Answer: 6 times that night. 
Hehehe. We had only 3 condoms, so I had to reuse them (washing them first).
 Did he like fucking a 12 year old. You bet! I was 10 times better than 
his wife, and 100 times more eager. I liked the size of his cock. I knew 
tricks to make him last for hours. I had as much invested in this fucking 
business as he did. I wouldn't tell a soul, ever. But now you know, so 
I'll have to kill you. Only kidding!

Now, every time his wife was away, I would hop on over and jump into his 
bed. It was still tricky. Sneaking into his bedroom while Kaitlin was 
roaming around the house; leaving before she was up and getting home 
before my parent realized I was gone. But it was worth it! He was my first 
real lover. Kaitlin knew something happened that night, but not what. I 
said we just kissed and she accepted that. Well, she was only twelve, a 
virgin and didn't know anything about sex. Then everything was good 
between us and the fucking was even better! Then she got a crush on a guy 
and the incident was a distant memory. Once, we were resting between fucks 
when Kaitlin crawled under the covers, luckily not on my side, or all hell 
would have broken loose! She had a nightmare and need comforting for 15 
minutes. Then she left and we continued fucking the night away. Close 
call, but it didn't dampen our ardour!

Sleepovers are real easy. We wait until everyone else is asleep, then we 
hit the spare bedroom and fuck all night. usually by 3am we have the 
munchies and raid the fridge. Kaitlin would be at a lost at the missing 
food she was saving for school. Thank you Kaitlin, it was delicious!

I wanted to do it in their bed while his wife was sleeping next to us, but 
he wouldn't go for it. We did do it often around the house while she was 
there. Once in the kitchen when she was watching tv. Many times in the 
spare bedroom when she was the next room. Once in the tv room while she 
was preparing supper. We never, ever did it in Kaitlin's bed. That would 
have been gross. His wife never knew I was in the house all those times! I 
was always giving him blowjobs. If there was a free 10 minutes. Bang. I 
had it out of his pants and into my mouth. He never objected! But, there 
again, he liked to reciprocate, drinking honey from the hive. Even to this 
day, she clueless about our fucking and he's been fucking me for nearly 
seven years.

Well, I was a like a second daughter to her; I was around her place so 
much, that I think it kinda blinded her to the naked facts! When I was 
sixteen, Kaitlin and her mum went to see her grandma for a few days. I was 
there to see them off. Then, with them driving off, I casually walked 
inside the house. Stopped a second, then rushed, two steps at a time up 
the stairs, flew into the spare bed, all the while ripping my clothes off, 
and jumping into the bed completely naked, We didn't leave that bed for a 
couple of days.

! learnt to make french crepes that weekend. I still pride myself in them.

When I was young, we could easily hide it, but when I was sixteen, we had 
to be really discreet. Maybe I would make a good cat burglar! I Wonder if 
my career advisor would go for that?

I was falling in love with him, or more pointedly, with his style of 
fucking. He would fuck me to the point of me nearly coming, then slow 
right down, leaving me hanging, and he repeated that a dozen times. Then 
he would pump me hard and I would come buckets over his cock, and shake 
and rattle for minutes. He loved feeling my pussy convulsing, grabbing, 
and squeezing his cock as I came. You see why a 20 second fuck did nothing 
to me. I lost interest in boys for a while.

He once took me on a business trip. I would spend the days using my 
prepaid cards shopping for clothes and sightseeing; evening business 
dinners I acted as his dutiful bored daughter (I knew Kaitlin oh so well); 
and our nights, fucking his brains out. It was payback time. I would climb 
on top of him and slowly guided his cock into my pussy and ride him until 
he was ready to come, then stop. Repeat 10 times then let his cock blow me 
into the next world.

I even fucked a salesman on this trip. I was trying on a bikini and faking 
trouble tying the bows. He came to assist me. And I fucked him the next 
day too, trying on the same bikini! He was a "large" and cute. So three 
attempts both days.

Only once did we get a hotel suite and that was to celebrate my marriage. 
Really, I had wanted him to be around on my honeymoon, but he nix'd that 
idea.

When I was fourteen (well, thirteen years, eleven months, and fifteen 
days), I hooked up with Gregory. He was twenty five at the time. On my 
fourteenth birthday, I skipped school and we fucked the day away in his 
bed. It was a 8 condom day. It was that good!

A guy once took me out to dinner at some swank place, and he knew Gregory, 
who was sitting in a booth with a girl. Gregory invited us over to eat 
with them and I sat next to him. After dinner, he invited us to a party, 
and I got to go in his open top sports car. His girlfriend had to go with 
my fella. Guess my fella lost directions!

He was a gentleman. Just some kissing, a drink and dancing. I was terrible 
at dancing and Gregory helped me every step of the way. And then some slow 
dancing, where I got to feel the outline of his cock against my stomach. 
Then the kissing started. Lips, eyes, ears, neck, and back to my lips. he 
wasn't in a rush, and neither was I. I had told my parents I was at a 
sleepover. He sure was smooth. He unzipped my dress, unclipped my bra, and 
then his hands were roaming all over my bare back and generally enlivening 
my body. No one before had paid one iota of attention to my back. Then my 
dress and bra were on the floor. It was awhile before his hands were on my 
breasts, as they were exploring other parts of my face, back, arms, and 
butt, all the while my body, and tits, were pressed tightly against him!

I thought I had large breasts for a fourteen year old. B cups. He seemed 
to like them. Kissing and fondling them for a long time. I nearly came 
from all the petting they were getting. Then my panties were on the floor. 
I was kinda embarrassed as my panties had all little cute animals on them. 
A gift from my grandmother.

Then his fingers were playing with my clit and pussy. I had only a dozen 
or so pubic hairs, so it's easy to miss them. It's like I was still a baby 
down there.

He laid me down on his bed and started sucking on my toes, feet, ankle, 
calves, thighs and finally, my clit! Of course I came. First time ever I 
came without a cock inside me. Over 50 guys but he was the first to treat 
me so well. Then the fucking started. He had a "large" dick. I had "large" 
dicks before; some were ok but most were no different than "regular". 20 
seconds, and 2 minutes for round two. I always gave them a second chance. 
Cute guys sometimes got a third try! Not much for a girl to go on. Gregory 
was different. Very different.

6 minutes, 15 minutes, then 25 minutes. Guess I came 11 times, though the 
last 2 seem to roll into one long orgasm. All the while, kissing and 
playing with my tits. This girl had found a keeper. Life was good. Really 
good.

He did like me lots. He even arranged dancing lessons for me with a lady 
in the same building. After every lesson, we would test out the new moves 
I learnt moments ago, and we would always end up fucking. He was willing 
to pay for ballet lessons too, but I was way to old to start, but the yoga 
classes sure gave our fucking some new twists and turns. I still fucked 
other guys, all through the time Gregory & I were together. I was never, 
ever, short of cock, believe me. I even fucked Gregory when I was married. 
We were so compatible. Well his cock and my pussy.

I was thirteen when I had my first teacher. At my house, with my parents 
in the next room. He would come over to help me with my Spanish. On the 
second visit, my parents left us to watch something on the tv. Within 30 
seconds, I was bent over the desk with a condom'd cock inside me. He was 
an "extra regular". A "regular", but he got me to come on the first fuck. 
Maybe knowing my parents were only 10 feet away, made it all the more 
exciting.

I've done it with policeman, in the back of their cruisers, for allegedly 
jaywalking at night in my suburban neighbourhood; more than once, and for 
a host of strange bylaw infractions! One fireman, a tv cable installer, a 
few paramedics, posties, delivery men, lots of guys in the building trade, 
my soccer coach, though, no priests, lawyers, accountants, doctors, mayors 
or state officials. I do draw a line somewhere. Most had either "small or "
regular" size dicks. Only a very few were "large".

But before every fuck, with anybody, even when I lost my virginity, they 
had to put on a condom, sometimes two. That was my rule. It wasn't until 
Gregory got me on a IUD (I was just fourteen and a half at the time), that 
my worry of getting pregnant was reduce. I was still afraid of STDs. Some 
guys were good. They came prepared with condoms. Others I had to provide 
for them. It still didn't stop me getting STDs.

Only thing I've ever stolen were condoms.

Lots of them. That was before I had a summer job and before the guys would 
leave me gifts. I didn't take money per se; I'm no prostitute, but prepaid 
cards for local eating places, clothing stores, or food stores. To help 
around the house, I did most of the shopping! We ate well. I dressed well. 
I even paid for my summer camp when I was fifteen from my fuck-funding 
enterprise. My parents never clued in.

I thought I had fucked one of the Beatles and they wrote a song about me. 
It took Gregory a lot to convince me that the song was written long before 
I was even born!

But everything changed when Mark started fucking me. He was an "XXXL". I 
was eighteen and three quarters, and never thought I had it so good. He 
took my body to places I thought never existed. He never wore condoms, 
even though I pleaded and begged him. He always came inside my pussy and I 
always had his cum dripping out of me.

The first all-nighter was amazing, but that's another love story.

Then things turned for the worse. I was tied spread eagled again, then he 
blindfolded and gagged me. I didn't like that. I like watching whatever is 
happening to me. And that night, two strange smelly cocks fucked me. They 
weren't gentle. I might have even been bleeding from my ass that night.

You guessed it, Mark and I had a big fight afterwards and I lost. 2 black 
eyes and a couple broken ribs. Two weeks later he was back. Saying it was 
all a big mistake. He loved me. Of course I didn't believe him, but he 
dragged me out of the house, kicking and screaming. And the brutal fucking 
continued. He did this a number of times and the fucking and brutality 
only got worse.

I desperately wanted an out of this situation. My wonderful life was in a 
tailspin. I hadn't seen Mark for a couple of weeks, when he and a friend 
grabbed me off the street, in broad daylight. 24 hrs later, I was sent 
home. It took me 2 weeks to recover. Dan was a good nurse, but he was no 
match for the damage Mark inflicted. I wanted us to change cities, and he 
agreed. We had our house up for sale, quit our jobs, and planned on 
leaving later that morning (we even had the moving truck packed). We were 
only minutes away from making new lives for ourselves when I was grabbed 
again and taken to Mark's place.

Even before any fucking, he was beating me. In one of the lulls, I grabbed 
a big kitchen knife and stabbed him. Straight through the heart. An 
official later told me he died within 4 seconds. That was too short for me.
 This was the only time ever I wanted someone to suffer. The other guys 
came after me and tried to corner me, but I defended myself viciously, 
violently and voraciously. For that brief moment, I was that amazon woman 
we all fear. They left with numerous slash wounds. I heard something like 
250 stitches to fix them up. I think they still wanted to fuck me, even 
with a dead Mark on the kitchen floor, and I'm sure they wouldn't have 
left me alive afterwards.

Only one cop believed my side of events. Everybody else, including the 
judge, jury, and my lawyer thought I did it on purpose. Planned. They 
didn't see that until recently, I was in total control of my sexuality and 
sexual behaviour. It was all that Buddha gave me that was truly me and 
under my direction. Mark took all that away from me. Mark didn't 
understand that you should never corner a wild animal, or take away 
someone's fundamental basic rights. We fight back. I just turned nineteen, 
and he took my life away from me. Nine brutal Saturday nights took me from 
being the happiest, sweetest, innocent girl alive to this.

Death Row sucks.

I'm allowed my own hot stove and so I make french crepes and share them 
with the guards. They are so good, I have to make 2 dozen everyday, and 20 
waffles to give to all the guards, wardens, psychologists, etc. Tomorrow 
they are giving me a mixer and a little oven to make muffins and breads. 
I've got quite a business going on. I'm making my own last supper. I saw 
it on the food channel. Salmon with a soy glaze, spicy green beans and a 
wonderful dessert, and of course, I'm going to share it with my guard. 
They sure are going to miss me. Some more than others. I've been fucking a 
couple of the male guards, one psychologist, the bible guy and of course, 
the delivery guy.

Kaitlin, Kyle, & Gregory often visit me. I never saw Dan again. It was all 
too much for him. Well, it would be hard explaining to others how his wife 
died. Electricity. Oh, some kitchen gadget? No, electric chair. Oh, one of 
those grannie mobility chairs? No, THE electric chair. 50,000 volts.

Maybe we'll be reincarnated together as eagles. I would like that as I 
still love him. Some say Mark should be some carrion that we kill, consume 
and shit out, but one life wasted on Mark was one too many. I wouldn't 
want another life to be so contaminated.

And I need to tell somebody my story before Tuesday next. You're it. Thank 
you.
  

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