Perverts 'R' Us

Another Letter From Wendy

By Ellen ( m/gg, 1st, cons, dialogue )

Like my other letters, this is a work of fiction, describing my experiences as I entered the world of adult-child sex. It is, of course, copyright and any feedback you may wish to make should be sent to Perverts_r_us, who will forward your comments on to me.

Hello again,

I hope you are enjoying my letters. In my last letter, (No. 3) I described how my best friend Kimmie and her hunky boyfriend Jack helped me to lose my virginity - and find out a little about my own sexuality. I ended my letter with this paragraph.

"I felt his cock slide even deeper into my pussy and, as Kimmie held the mirror again for me, I could see that his cock was now buried right up to the hilt inside me. At last I was a woman."

Now read on.

For a moment or two, Jack held his cock deep inside me. I think he was afraid of moving in case he came too soon, something none of us wanted, least of all me. Then he slowly drew back before resuming a very slow, rhythmic, pumping motion. I could feel the drag of his hard cock against the newly raw edges of what had been my hymen and it hurt. Not as much as the actual breakthrough, but enough to make me aware I had been "mortally wounded," so to speak. Yet at the same time it was a hurt I felt comfortable with. After all, I wasn't a kid any more. I was now a woman!!!

"Do you want me to cum inside you?" Jack asked. I nodded vigorously. "Yes, please," I managed to gasp. I did not want another sperm bath like Arthur had given me. Now that I was a woman, I wanted everything.

Kimmie chuckled. "I told you she would turn out to be a little hottie," she said.

"I'm sure she will," her boyfriend replied. "OK, princess. Here we go then."

With that he began to pump a little faster, driving his cock deep into my vaginal canal each time. I was watching his face and I saw him suddenly tense up. I knew his climax was coming. He pushed really hard and this time he held it with his cock deeper than ever inside me. A micro-second later his whole body seemed to convulse and I felt his cock twitch deep inside me. At the same time I felt a warm flush as his cum flooded out into my upper vagina. It was the most wonderful sensation I had ever had I think, to feel his spunk filling me with spurt after spurt so that my whole cunny was filled to overflowing.

Again Jack held his position until the flood eventually subsided. Then he leaned forward and kissed me. "Now you really are a woman," he said.

He started to slide his cock out, but I wanted it to stay forever. "Please don't take it out yet," I whispered. "I want to remember this moment forever."

Kimmie laughed. "I told you that you'd like it, didn't I?" I couldn't remember whether she had or not, but she was right. I did like it.

All good things come to an end though, and even though Jack held it in as long as he could, nature demanded that he should lose his initial hardness and little by little his cock sort of deflated until it slid out quite easily all by itself. He sat back on his haunches and I could see that his cock was now only a little more than half its erect size. It was shining with a combination of my pussy juices, his semen and a bit of blood. My virgin blood.

Kimmie had already got a soft, warm face cloth from her ensuite, offering it to Jack for him to wipe his cock with, but he refused it. Using his finger he scraped a little of the mess off his cock and tasted it with the tip of his tongue. "Mmmmmmm. Honey indeed," he said, smiling down at me.

"Can I taste it?" I asked, and picking up a little more, he put his finger to my lips. It tasted sweet, yet salty, a bit like the glob of Arthur's cum that he'd eventually managed to land in my mouth, yet this was different. This was mine - and Jack's, and it was being offered to me as a love token, of that I felt sure.

"You like it?" Kimmie asked. I nodded. "Excellent. Now I'll show you how Jack likes me to clean him up after we've enjoyed our fucking."

With that she moved right on to the bed and Jack lay back, his legs spread wide. Kimmie bent forward, her breasts stroking over Jack's chest as she lowered her head into his groin. I moved over to one side so I could watch, spellbound, as she slowly licked Jack's cock from base to tip, working her tongue in a series of slow deliberate strokes across it, taking up the gooey mixture into her mouth as though she was lapping up an expensive cream dessert.

As she licked, Jack's cock began to stiffen again, and although it still wasn't fully erect, it was quickly stiff enough for Kimmie to actually take it in her mouth. I could see that she was really sucking his cock for him and as she did so it hardened further. Now he began to respond, moving his hips forward so that his cock was being forced deeper into Kimmie's mouth. There was no doubt that for a moment or two I was almost forgotten as Jack fucked Kimmie's mouth and throat. Watching them I realized I was watching a scene that had been performed many times before. They were teaching me by example, and I was eager to learn.

"Hey, steady on, Kim," Jack said. "You're going to make me cum again and remember it's Wendy who is important this afternoon. We will have each other all night, won't we?"

Kimmie smiled at me. "You can see why he's so special to me," she said. "He always thinks of my pleasure before his own. You are special to me too, and I want you to really enjoy the rest of the afternoon, even if I have to watch Jack enjoying you."

With that she rolled off the bed and helped me to stand up. I was feeling more than a little unsteady on my legs, which didn't seem to want to hold me up, but Kimmie put her arms around my shoulders to support me until I got my balance back. "Right. Now let's get you cleaned up properly," she said, and with Jack helping to support me, they took me into the bathroom.

Kimmie slipped off her peignoir as Jack started to run a bath for me. Again Kimmie performed the same ritual she had done for me before, taking me into the shower first and carefully washing me from head to toe. When the bath was full enough, Jack picked me up and laid me in the warm, rose-scented water. Then he too washed me from head to toe - or was it from toe to head. I don't know, but it was absolute heaven to have them both ministering to me in that way.

Jack got me to sit on the edge of the bath with my feet in the water He spread my legs really wide, and then with the gentlest of touches, he carefully wiped the inside of my cunny.

Then, taking a tube of cream from Kimmie, he carefully smeared it as far inside my vagina as his fingers would reach. It was icy cold and very soothing, for my cunny was feeling more than a little raw in places. "It's a sort of contraceptive, antiseptic cream with a touch of local anesthetic in it," he explained. "It will take away any soreness and at the same time kill off any stray sperm that may still be lurking up there." How thoughtful could he get? Kimmie certainly was a very lucky girl to have such a considerate and thoughtful lover.

Having cleansed and dried me thoroughly, Kimmie wrapped me in the same fluffy dressing gown I'd worn before then took me through to her bedroom again, leaving Jack to climb into the sunken bath and soak himself for a while. "I have a surprise for you," she said. I wondered what she had in store for me. Slipping my gown off, she worked on my hair, brushing and combing it into a new style, taking it up so that it made me look older than my 12 years. Then, when she was satisfied, she went through into her walk in robe and came out with a tissue wrapped box.

"This is from me," she said, handing it to me. "Open it and see how you like it."

I opened the parcel and was rewarded by the sight of a beautiful gown made of the lightest, sheerest chiffon material. In a delicate shade of apricot pink, it was a full-length garment that obviously had cost a fair amount of money.

"Here, let me help you put it on." She helped me slip the gown over my head and eased it down to its fullest extent. It was perfect in length, just grazing the carpet as I stood there. The neckline was low… very low. V-shaped, it showed an inch or two of my cleavage (such as it was in those days). The front of the gown was slit from hem up to my waist so that as I moved it swung open to reveal my naked body beneath. There was no real back to the gown either, and being made of such sheer material I might just as well have been naked, for absolutely nothing was concealed beneath it.

She didn't need to ask if I liked it. I threw my arms around her and hugged her. We kissed and hugged and kissed and hugged for what seemed like ages, but was probably only a minute or so. I couldn't speak. Kimmie's generosity was overwhelming. Not only had she given the sexiest garment I had ever owned, or treated me like the sister I'd never had, but on top of it all she had 'loaned' me her hunk of a boyfriend to give me the greatest gift a guy can give to a girl - her first real sexual experience. And it was not over yet.

"Here. Slip these on to complete the outfit," Kimmie said, handing me the skimpiest pair of matching lace panties I'd ever seen. Made of the finest lacey material, they were little more than a small triangle of material at the front with a slightly larger triangle at the back. Held together by a single elastic strip around my hips, the front barely covered my cunny, while the back part showed an exciting tendency to slide up into the cleft between my butt cheeks.

"We don't need the bra, do we?" I had to agree, because with the gown being backless and low-cut in front it would only have detracted from the overall effect. Looking at myself in Kimmie's full-length mirror, I was surprised to see that, yes, I did look a little older than 12, but at the same time there was a freshness, an innocence about me that excited me.

At that point, Jack came out of the bathroom wearing a short robe that swung open as he walked. He was, somewhat to my surprise, wearing a fancy pair of silk boxer shorts discreetly patterned in red and blue check. He grinned when he saw me.

"WOW," he said. "What happened to the demure and shy little schoolgirl who was waiting for me when I arrived?"

"I don't know," I replied, twirling around so my gown swung away to reveal my almost-naked body. "I think she sort of got lost, somehow."

Kimmie, who by this time had resumed her peignoir, was busying herself with the video recorder and the TV monitor that hung from the ceiling at the foot of her bed. "Time for the picture show," she said, adjusting the controls with her remote. "Come on. On the bed, both of you. Wendy in the middle, please."

I scrambled onto the bed and Jack climbed in on my right side. Kimmie, having gotten the video rolling, climbed in on my other side. I was glad it was a king-sized bed, for it gave us plenty of room as we settled down to enjoy the video.

I had no idea what I was about to see, but after the first titles rolled I realized that I was watching a video centered on child pornography. The video showed a young schoolgirl and her teacher. She had apparently been having difficulty with his subject and he'd offered to give her extra tuition after school to help improve her grades. The first scene was in his office, where her neat school uniform was slowly stripped from her young body and she was comprehensively mauled and fucked. Later on in the film, a scene showed her in the Principal's office, again being stripped and fucked, this time by both men. She seemed to be enjoying the treatment and to be participating freely and openly in their sex games. I suppose by some standards, the video was pretty tame, as I was to find out very quickly, but to me it was a new and exciting experience.

The video ended, and Jack slid off the bed to replace it with another one somewhat similar in style, but this time much more extreme and explicit. The 'plot' - if I can dignify it by that name - was very simple. A young girl about my age was kidnapped by a group of men and taken to an isolated farm. Here she was abused, molested, assaulted, fucked - you name it, she got it - for the duration of the half-hour long video. In the end she was cleaned up, put back into the van she'd been brought to the farm in, and taken back to near her home. She was warned against telling anyone of her treatment on pain of being re-captured and sold as a white sex slave to some Arab prince or other. In short, the plot was very similar to some of the stories that you can read on Perverts-r-us.

What surprised me was that the sex was not simulated, but was genuinely real. And, what surprised me more was the fact that, especially towards the end, the girl seemed to be actually enjoying what was being done to her. Was it possible, I wondered, for a young girl to enjoy being kidnapped, molested, raped, tortured, and subject to every humiliation possible at the hands of rough men and actually ENJOY it?

One scene that particularly excited me came when, in a scene where she was shown virtually sitting on top of a black (he had to be black hadn't he?) guy, his cock pushed right up into her cunny as she rode him to his climax with two other guys wanking over her tits and her face. It reminded me of Arthur's treatment of me, but this time the girl seemed to be in control.

As we lay there on Kimmie's bed watching the depraved behavior on the screen, both Kimmie's and Jack's hands started to wander. At first it was Kimmie, running her hands up inside my gown to finger my cunny (note it's not my pussy any longer) then Jack began once more to fondle and tease my budding breasts and my hardening nipples. They knew what they were doing and I felt myself responding to their fondling, wanting them to go further with each stroke.

As the video ended, Jack asked me what I felt as I watched it. I told him I found it excited me and we discussed various scenes in some detail. He asked what I felt about the scene where the girl was riding the black guy. "Would you like to try that?" Jack asked.

I wasn't sure, but Kimmie said "Go on. Give it a try." I didn't need much persuading, for watching the videos coupled with the fondling I was receiving from my two friends had got me fully turned on and I knew I wanted that wonderful feeling of having Jack's turgid cock deep inside me once more, and to feel his semen spurting out deep inside me. Kimmie helped me off with my gown and Jack pulled my panties off so I was once more completely naked. Then he lay down and Kimmie helped me to straddle his supine body.

She positioned me so that my cunny was directly over his now rigid cock then helped me to impale myself on it. Again it slid in quite easily, and this time there was merely a sensation of brief pain as I was gently but firmly pushed down until his cock was right up inside me. As the ads for Toyota cars says, "Oh what a feeling."

Kimmie supported me while I took most of my weight on my hands, then she taught me how to rock myself so that in effect I was fucking Jack, rather than him fucking me. All he had to do was lie there, but as he approached his climax, I found he was pushing himself upwards against my downward pumping, driving his cock ever deeper into my cunny.

It took longer this time for that climax to arrive, but as soon as it happened, and I felt the rush of his cum burst out inside me I knew something new was happening to me. I felt my own climax building with the force of an ocean tsunami. It started as a feeling of tenseness in my chest. My breathing became labored and I felt my face burning. My nipples caught fire and those delicious electric shocks I'd felt earlier swept through my body with ever increasing force. Centered on my vagina, but originating deep inside me, I knew that I was going to have my very first real orgasm.

My whole body suddenly tensed and I felt an indescribable sense of triumphal release as my cunny juices burst forth. At almost the same moment Jack, whom I suspect had been holding back a little, also came and his sperm and my juices mingled together deep inside me. It took several moments for us both to settle back and again Jack let his cock stay where it was until it became soft and flaccid again and slipped quietly out. I flopped down on the bed again, physically exhausted yet feeling wonderful. "Now," I thought to myself," Now Wendy, you really are a woman." and I felt proud.

The rest of the afternoon remains something of a blur. That was only just the beginning for during the next two or three hours I underwent just about every variation of the "normal" sex act that my two lovers could dream up. I was taught the difference between the missionary and the doggie positions, together with quite a few in-betweens. I had two excellent and patient teachers who were eager to teach me, demonstrating each position and each movement for me and I was their willing, eager disciple.

I learned to suck Jack's cock cleaning it in the way that Kimmie taught me. I was fucked by both of them, Kimmie finding from somewhere a strap-on plastic penis, which she used very effectively. (It's not as good as a real live flesh and blood one though, believe me.) I experienced a whole range of different sex toys being used to stimulate my eager young body, but please don't ask me to describe each and every one. As I said, the afternoon passed so quickly, and my memory of it is blurred because of the vast variety of activities we carried out on each other.

Then it was over. Almost.

I had promised Mom I would be home before dark and it was time for me to start to get dressed again. Not that I wanted to, but it's not a good idea for a 12-year-old girl to walk through the streets of our neighborhood stark naked at night. "There's just one last ritual we need to perform," Jack said as I was stepping into my street clothes. "What's that?" I asked, wondering what new wonder they had in store for me.

"You came here as a young, cute, attractive 12-year-old schoolgirl, but you are going home a young woman. You are not a kid any more, Wendy."

"You know what it says in the Bible about putting away childish things," Kimmie said. "Now is the time to symbolically do that."

I stood there, dressed in my "normal" bra and white cotton schoolgirl panties, wondering what she meant. Kimmie looked at Jack and they smiled at each other. "Will you do it or shall I?" he asked.

"I think it should be you," his lover replied. "OK. Now you stand quite still for me, Wendy."

With that he came up behind me and turned me so that I was facing the full length mirror. Reaching out from behind me he caught hold of the top of my bra and started to pull it hard. I knew it was going to rip, but Kimmie caught my hand as I tried to stop him.

"Let it happen," she said. Jack continued to exert a strong pull and suddenly my bra straps gave way, tearing away from the cups. Jack got his hand inside the strap at the back and again ripped it open, the front clasp giving in quite easily. Dragging the remains of my bra off, he tossed it to one side, leaving me once more naked from the waist upwards.

Next it was the turn of my schoolgirl panties, and again Jack systematically destroyed them, ripping them into pieces so that they fell away from my body. Once more I was totally naked. "There you are, young lady," he said. "You don't need these childish clothes any longer, now that you are a woman. Oh yes, you can wear them for school, of course, but when you are with us we expect you to be dressed appropriately for your new status. That is why Kimmie took you shopping this morning."

Kimmie murmured her approval and turning to her dressing table she took out the black lace bra and panties set we had bought. "You must have something suitable for your new status," she said, handing the flimsy garments to me. I realized the symbolism of the "ritual" and started to get dressed again, this time in my new sexy lingerie. Jack looked on most approvingly.

"So remember. When you are at school, it's your usual uniform, but when you are with us, this is what we expect to find you wearing." I said that I was certain that I would remember. "OK then. Now finish getting dressed and we'll see you home."

Less than half an hour later I was back in my own bedroom. It had been a day that will stick in my memory forever, even if some of the details are getting a bit blurry now, as so much has happened to me since that fateful day.

Mom was home when I walked in. She looked at me and smiled. "Well?" she asked. "Did you have a good day?" I burst out crying and she took me in her arms and gave me a real hug and kissed my tears away. "You can tell me all about it, but only when you are ready," she said, stroking my hair. I want you to know that whatever went on, you can confide in me and I will support you in every way that I can. But just now I think the best thing for you to do is to toddle off to bed and try to get a good night's sleep. I'll look in on you in half an hour and see how you are."

My tears dried up and I was safely tucked up into bed when Mom came into my room half an hour later. She'd brought me a very light supper of milk and cookies, and as she sat on the edge of my bed I found myself wanting to tell her of the wonderful afternoon I'd had.

She was a very sympathetic listener and only interrupted once or twice. It was well after midnight by the time I'd finished pouring my heart out to her and never once did she show any sign of disapproval of any of the incidents. Instead she held me close and I felt her tears quietly drip on my neck as I described what had taken place only a few hours before.

When I had finished she asked if she could look at my pussy just to make sure I was OK. I let her see and she very carefully examined it. She too administered a soothing cream, but I was vastly relieved when she said "Well, you have come through without a scratch. Young Jack must be a real young gentleman to treat you like you say he has. And Kimmie too - although she's not really a gentleman is she?"

I agreed that that was the case. "Just one thing I want to impress on you, young lady," she said. "The world in which I work is a hard and cruel world. There are characters there that I would not trust any further than I could throw them. To some of them you would be highly desirable - but only as a sex slave. On the other hand, there are some who would treat you with respect, as Jack and Kimmie have done. Just be careful who you let get near you. I do not want my little girl to become the prey of those unsavory characters."

I said that I would do my best to follow her advice. "Remember, I will always be here when you need me," Mom said. "You can share everything and anything with me and I will neither judge nor condemn you, no matter what. I am your mother and I love you very dearly. And remember to tell Kimmie and Jack that they are welcome in this house at any time. I am very grateful to them for the way in which they have treated you - even if it does mean I have to buy you a new pair of panties and a new bra for school on Monday. Now, cuddle down and sleep well, my baby." With that she tucked me up in bed, switched off the light and made her way to her own room across the hallway.

Surprisingly I did sleep well that night and well into the Sunday morning. Over breakfast mom made sure I was OK and afterwards she had me strip completely while she examined me from top to toe. Apart from a slight bruise where the elastic of my panties had snapped back as it broke I hadn't gotten a mark on me. "You have been very lucky, young lady," she said. I'd guessed what was probably going to happen and frankly I was worried as to how it would turn out for you, but I am well satisfied that all is as good as it could be."

From then on I knew I had Mom's support, no matter where the path that lay before me led. Where that path led to, I will tell you in my next letters. Look out for them over the next three or four weeks.

With love to you all,

Wendy. XXXXX