Perverts 'R' Us

Claire - Chapter One

By Claire A. ( M/g, oral, cons, mild scat & ws )

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My psychologist says it was all my Grandfather's fault. My doctor says that I have a chemical dependency, and that it is possibly a virus that has caused it, and in the process has immunized me against many others. There is a man researching me here at the institute and he says that it is something genetic to do with my metabolism and that is why I can eat so much and stay thin as well.

I think they're probably all partly right. They seem to be united in the idea that it isn't my fault, but that it's probably not a good idea for me to mix in decent society. I certainly don't mind thinking that it isn't my fault but lest they try and blame things on any other person who doesn't deserve it I feel I ought to record for posterity my own actions.

First I ought to deal with my Grandfather. I don't remember doing anything to lead him on, but as I was so young I can remember very little at all. My Grandfather died when I was three years old, almost to the day in fact. I don't remember much about him at all, apart from his cock. I don't think I ever touched it with my hands, but I may have done instinctively I guess. I know the taste of his cum is one of the very earliest memories I have, and even now sometimes the taste and smell of a man takes me back to my nursery room. I am not sure exactly how many times my grandfather fed me his cum, but it felt like somewhere in the hundreds. I guess he must have sneaked up to my room every chance he got. Poor man, my grandmother was a bit of a battleaxe, he was probably terribly frustrated.

I was too young to know what was going on. I probably went on occasion straight from my mother's breast to his cock. He would hold my head in one of his big hands and wank into my open mouth - which was open quite willingly. He stroked slowly at first getting faster and faster, crooning words to me that I'm afraid I don't remember well enough to recount. When he was ready he would gently push my head forward and I would take the tip into my mouth and suck out all his cum that would quickly cum in a flood.

I knew enough to let it fill my mouth and inflate my cheeks as if I tried to swallow it all at once it would force itself out through my nose. I'm guessing that there were times I cannot remember where it filled my mouth and gushed out the edges. There was even possibly a time when he used to cum on my tiny face in the crib and had to wipe away the evidence before it occurred to him to have me dispose of it myself.

I have seen many people writing, and heard many people saying, that the taste of cum is bitter, and unpleasant. This may be true if you are unused to it, but I have been given it from such an early age it is one of my favorite things. I am never happier than when I have a fresh mouthful. I wish I could have enough to live on it alone. But I am veering from my point. I must try and keep this in the right order.

Anyway, eventually my Grandfather died. I didn't mourn him much at the time, though I was aware of my parents being sad. I asked my dad if I could have some cream like granddad gave me and he ruffled my hair and brought me a bowl of ice cream. I didn't argue, I liked ice cream too. But I missed my granddad's cream.

Not long after that my dad was arrested for some crime I didn't understand at the time and sent to prison. My mother, always the great moralist, set about divorcing him and put me with a child-minder when she went back to work in a bar.

The older kids thought my rebellious obsession that I had at the time of shedding clothes, probably attention seeking, was hilarious and encouraged me to shed them at every opportunity. Eventually my minder tired of it and, when she was alone with me and her other charges, turned a blind eye until shortly before I was due to be picked up, washing off the mud from the garden before she dressed me again. My mother often remarked to her friends how clean my clothes were, and therefore what good care the minder must take of me.

She in her turn ignored my obsession with nudity until I had to leave the house, and in warm weather merely threw a light dress over me without attempting to fight underwear on, something I am sure the minder was grateful for.

I hated panties most of all until I started school and the favorite game amongst the older children was to sing a song that ended with the raising of the skirt to show the panties. This was considered the height of daring at the time, though we had no idea why, just that boys and girls bits were rude.

I was starting to put this together with what grandfather and I used to do and realized that it was something naughty, and maybe I shouldn't talk about it or I would get into trouble. Anything to do with our bits was naughty.

Since I already knew I liked one of the naughty things I started, in secret to avoid being caught doing naughty things, playing with myself. I would open myself up as wide as I could while peeing, and even tried tasting it to see if I liked it. I played with my shit too a few times, enjoying squidging it through my fingers and such, but being spanked a couple of times for the mess I'd made soon got me out of that one.

Still, I already had a clear obsession with all things 'naughty', and when we had a talk at school about staying away from 'naughty' men who might want to do 'naughty' things with us I was fascinated. They of course didn't go into too much detail about what the naughty men wanted, but I was prepared to do almost anything to get a taste of cum again.

I tried to get away from my mother on many occasions in order to loiter at the kind of places they told us to avoid like outside sweet shops and the toilets a t the park, but my mother never let me out of her sight. I looked out for strangers driving down our road offering me candy - nothing. For about 12 years, I was a good girl. Well, with one particular exception.

I was shopping with my mom in the mall and we got separated. I was wandering around trying to find her and getting quite panicky when an older man, almost the same age as my grandfather had been I thought, though he may have been twenty-four and prematurely bald for all I know, bent down and asked me if I was lost. Instantly I beamed.

"Yes."

"Shall we go find your mommy?" He held his hand out.

I took hold of it. Worst case, as far as I was concerned, he took me to my mom. Best case, well, I didn't know exactly, but I wanted to find out.

He led me out of the mall towards the car park. I stopped, as I was concerned if it was just the case that he was incompetent. "Where are we going?"

"To my car."

"Why?"

"Because I've got something to show you." I've got to hand it to him he was avoiding the clichés, but that just meant I was still unconvinced.

"Is it your willy?" That stopped him in his tracks.

"What?"

"Are you going to show me your willy?"

He grabbed me by the arm.

"Come on." He started dragging me and I wrenched myself free, but made no attempt to run away. Truth be told we were probably both as desperate as each other.

"You don't have to hurt me, I want to."

He looked at me for a moment. "You do?"

"Yes, I like it." I looked him in the eye. He looked back with a look of bewilderment on his face. He looked around.

"Come on then," he said, and turned his back on me and walked away. I followed him a few steps behind. He kept looking back to check I was there, and I kept smiling at him. We got to his car and he opened the back door. I remember it had those dark windows. "Get in."

I got in excitedly and he followed me and shut the door. He paused and looked at me. "So you want to see my willy?"

I nodded.

"Then you have to let me see your cunt."

This was a new one on me, but I figured it out quickly. I was always a smart kid. I nodded eagerly. Hell, pretty much anyone who stopped by our house had seen it, what difference would that make? I lifted up my dress to show him and he leaned over and pulled it right off. Although that hadn't been part of my plan I didn't mind.

His eyes widened when he saw I was now naked except for my socks.

"You are a naughty little girl, aren't you?" he said.

I nodded again.

He pulled out his cock. Now I have a problem with remembering cock sizes, as throughout my life they have apparently gotten smaller, but

I swear it was one of the biggest I've ever seen. I have often wished I met him again to get another look, but unfortunately this was our only meeting. Anyway he got it out and pulled his pants down, his cock sticking up toward his chest.

"Like it?"

I nodded. Size was largely immaterial at that point, but I was impressed nonetheless.

"Come over here and suck on it then."

I was surprised he was ready to give me his cream so quickly, granddad took ages, but I nodded and crawled across towards him. He groaned and grabbed my head in one of his hands and pushed me down. My mouth had gotten bigger, so I was just about able to get the entire head in comfortably on my own, but he pushed me well past that. He was clean and underneath the head felt rough on my tongue. I was happy to have a cock in my mouth again so I put up with the inconvenience, and breathed through my nose and sucked for all I was worth. He put his other hand on my bottom and explored my cunt with his index finger.

"Such a dirty little slut" he muttered. "Yeah that's it." He lifted me almost off then back down again. "That's it up and down, up and down..." I got the idea and started sucking on his cock like it was an

ice cream cone, up and down. He started groaning and pushing me down further until I was gagging a little with each motion, faster and faster. I realized I was being used to wank his cock like granddad did it to himself, a novel concept for me but one I understood.

He pressed his finger into my little cunt and rubbed at the little button that was my clit. It was very distracting and I wanted him to stop but I was unable to speak.

I heard rather than saw him lick a finger and then he stuck it up my tiny little asshole, making me jump.

"Mmmm you like that, don't you, slut?" he said. I didn't understand why he was asking me questions I couldn't answer, but I had little time to dwell on it as he grabbed me by the hair and started using my mouth to wank him faster and faster, bucking his hips up into my throat.

"Oooh yes, suck that cock."

I was in fact doing very little sucking by this point, being more concerned with breathing, but I did my best. Then he grabbed my ass hard and pushed my head right down onto him as he started to cum.

Thankfully he allowed me to pull off again a little as I sucked and swallowed all his cum. He pulled my head back by my hair as a little

cum dribbled down my chin and looked into my eyes.

"Did you like that, you dirty little cunt?"

I nodded.

"What do you say when you like it?" he said

"Thank you." I croaked.

"You're very welcome."

"I know that was naughty." I said, rubbing my throat.

"So you won't tell, will you?" he said. I guess his logic was starting to override his lust finally.

I shook my head, and then asked if he would help me find my mom. He laughed, helped me out of the car and, after checking there was still no-one else around, back into my dress. Then, believe it or not he took me by the hand and back into the mall to the customer service desk where my mother was quietly freaking out. She hugged me and then told me off for running off, and I said I was sorry. She then thanked the kind stranger for returning me. He smiled and said it was no problem, and I'd been playing by his car. He even had the cheek to add that I was very lucky as some strangers might not have been as nice.

I nodded and smiled as he walked away. He had been nice, I was lucky to have met him. I licked my lips and rubbed my sore throat. "Mum, can we get an ice cream?"