Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Crystal's Story By: The Wicked Doctor X By the very tender age of fifteen, Crystal Hilliard had had more sex than most prostitutes at the age of thirty. It wasn't because she was searching for that love that drives many hookers, or acceptance, or whatever it is that drives women to sleep with dozens of men and go on doing it without real satisfaction. No, it was quite literally a genetic thing, produced by her not quite mad scientist parents in their quest to provide women with the true feelings of their sexual desire. Before her birth, her parents had removed her mother's egg, and her father's sperm and genetically altered both of them. The result was Crystal and her older sister, Marla, who had been the first experimental model. Marla was now, at seventeen, happily married to a man almost three times her age, one that they had both had sex with when Marla was sixteen. With Crystal they went a little over the top. She had the ability to smell out the most virile men, usually with the biggest penis, and reduce them within days to a dry shell of manhood. Satisfaction was never her problem; she could have a screaming, earth shattering orgasm within five minutes of contact with her victim on a bad day. Crystal was, simply, a sex machine. Born without internal reproductive organs so that pregnancy would never be an issue for her, her entire leisure life revolved around finding sex. In school she studied hard, always achieving the highest possible grades, and not because she had fucked every one of her teachers, male and female, which she had, by the age of eleven, but because she was also very intelligent. Not like the other tittering girls of her age. Her level of maturity was far above them, closer in fact to a woman of twenty rather than fifteen. Her first day in junior high school at the age of twelve landed her the vice principal of the school, a rather handsome, and proper man of thirty-five. Sent to the office for wearing 'clothing too revealing and counter to school regulations', she sauntered into the room as though she owned the place, closed the solid oak door, and handed the note listing her offense to the official of the school, sat down without being asked to do so, crossed her beautiful legs and smiled her sweetest smile. Her skirt, all of three inches below her hips, rode further up on her legs, and she made no attempt to pull it down, while her translucent blouse showed the darkness of the erect nipples that pushed against it. Mr. Greene paid less attention to the note than to that sight of perfect leg before him. From his vantage point he could see straight up those beautiful legs, all the way to her naked crotch. Mr. Greene began to sweat. "She's twelve years old!" he kept telling himself while feeling his cock growing in his proper pants, "Twelve years old!" "Ahem!" he began, nervously, "Do you understand why you have been sent to this office, Miss Hilliard?" "Because I choose not to dress like a boy?" "No, because you choose to dress like a prostitute! A common street whore!" "Well, I can see why that would be a problem for the staff," Crystal said in her sexiest voice, "I suppose I should rectify that situation. Would that be your recommendation to me, Mr. Greene, that I rectify that situation?" "Of course it would, Miss Hilliard. Rectify the situation immediately, or suffer the consequences required by the school disciplinary code." "Well, we certainly don't want that, now do we, Mr. Greene?" asked Crystal standing to her feet again, crossing her arms in front of her, slipping her fingers under the hem of her blouse. "No, we do not." "Fine then," she replied, and before the startled official could utter a single protest, the thin, white blouse was fluttering to the floor in front of him and her skirt was sliding to her knees. Crystal stood dressed only in silk stockings and always-fashionable "Mary Jane" shoes, her naked body glistening in the harsh lights of the office, gleaming off of the long, thick, dark blond hair that rested over one alabaster shoulder. Her breasts, quite large and beautiful for a twelve-year-old, or for a twenty-year-old, for that matter, due to her parent's genetic manipulations, bored a hole in the man's brain. The previous summer, Crystal had begun to develop breasts, which seemed to grow to their present thirty-four C size overnight. Perfectly round and symmetrical, she was proud of them and what they did for her quest of hard cock to fill that insatiable need between her pretty legs. "Now that I am no longer guilty of 'wearing clothing too revealing', should I return to class, or would you rather just fuck me instead, let me wear what I like, and have your way with me again after school?" She sauntered up to the vice principal, and took hold of the belt on his pants, expertly unhitched it in one fluid motion and began to undo his pants while he fought for words, and breath, all the while attempting, vainly, to push her hands away from his rapidly expanding cock through his pants. "You have no idea how good I am," she whispered, gently pushing his restraining hands away from hers. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before in your entire miserable life. When I'm done with you, I'm going to fuck you again, just so you remember it. I'm going to give you a reason to come to work every day." By this time Mr. Greene's pants were down on the floor and Crystal had her hands wrapped around his throbbing pole, gently stroking his massive cock. "You're so beautifully big!" she exclaimed. And he was too, at ten inches in length and a full six inches around, a fact his wife knew so well and lay in fear of. "Miss Hilliard, I..." he began. "Want to see if that big cock will fit inside this tiny pussy?" she finished. "I think it will, but first, lets see if it will fit inside my mouth. Sit down, Mr. Greene." She pushed at him, forcing him to the oak chair that she had been sitting in. As he obeyed, as if he could resist, Crystal got to her knees in front of him and began to lick at the head of his tremendous cock, stroking his thick veined shaft, groaning with pleasure as she felt the man shudder with desire for her. It always pleased her to feel a man's want of her, realizing the power she and her overly mature body had on them. Opening her mouth, she leaned forward, taking the phallus between her tender lips slowly, licking the shaft as it entered her, sucking at it, feeling the soft skin slide sensuously further, reaching the back of her mouth, urging its way toward her throat. Crystal backed away, sucking a huge gulp of air, and again pushed forward, opening her throat to his onslaught, allowing him to descend into the depths of her. Mr. Greene watched in fascinated wonder as his huge cock disappeared into the very young girl's throat, felt her tender muscles massage him, her mouth still sucking his shaft, tongue swirling. His groans became louder, more insistent, his hands gripped her long hair, and his hips began to thrust, fucking her tender throat as he pulled at her head, pushing it away and pulling her to his hips again. "This is no twelve-year-old," his brain told him. "She has to be twenty. No girl this young can suck cock like this!" Not even his wife had ever been able to take more than four or five inches of him into her mouth, and never into her throat. No woman had been able to do that, not ever. Suddenly, Crystal backed away from him licking her lips. She stood facing him, legs spread, her hand on his throbbing pole. "If you please me very much, I'll let you cum in my throat. If you don't please me, you're going to have a very bad case of blue balls." She turned toward his desk and leaned over it. "You have two choices, and I don't care which one you pick, but you'd better fill a hole with that pretty cock of yours very soon." She raised herself up on the balls of her feet as she felt the head of his prick rubbing against her wet and eager pussy. "Oh fuck!" she groaned, as the tip began to enter her soft slit. "That feels so gooood! Push it in! Deeper! Oh, yes, that's it, push it all the way into me, make me cum!" His lust ravaged mind stopped caring whether he might hurt her, or whether he might get caught fucking a twelve-year-old girl, or anything else for that matter. All he wanted to do was make this incredible girl climax, to hear her cry out in orgasm, to be his sex doll, to cum in her tiny throat like she said he could if he pleased her. More than anything, he wanted to feel himself spurt his sperm into her stomach. Twelve-years-old! "May the gods forgive me," he thought, and slid his massive cock deeper into her squirming body, listening with satisfied pleasure as she cried out in pain when he split her hungry cunt open wider than she had ever been. "Oh, shit! Oh shit, it hurts so good!" she squealed, her body wriggling, fighting to take his skewering cock, her young body barely able to accommodate such a massive beast inside it. Mr. Greene, his sex addled brain now intent only on his ultimate pleasure, began to thrust harder into her tender body, lifting her bodily off of the floor with each stroke of the rock hard cock that was now buried to the hilt in her burning cunt. Crystal's fingers gripped the edge of the big oak desk; several important papers became wrinkled, caught in the grip. Mr. Greene's energetic thrusts rammed her hips into the desk, rubbing her clit on the edge of the wood, adding to her painful pleasure. Her breathing came hard, sounding like groans of lust with every thrust of the vice-principal's cock. Reaching around the tiny girl's body, Mr. Greene grasped her round breasts, feeling the hard nipples burn in his hands. He gripped the nipples between two fingers, squeezing, pulling at the erect tips, feeling them grow even harder, feeling her breasts throb. Gripping her by the waist, he pulled away from her, his cock pulling out of her body with a sucking pop. Roughly, he turned her to face him, lifted her off her feet holding her tightly. Crystal spread her legs wide allowing him to slip his arms under them, cradling her, and then setting her down onto his skewering cock once again. He watched the lust in her beautiful eyes as his hard pole entered her, watching in satisfaction as her head flung back, shuddering, her hair a billowing cloud behind her. Listened to the tiny girl moan in delight, begging to be filled with his hard cock, begging him to fuck her harder, demanding that he ram it into her harder. He had rarely seen such a look of wanton lust in a woman before, let alone a twelve-year-old girl. By this time, he didn't care. All he could think of was to please this sweet little whore, to fuck her the way she demanded, to make her orgasms the body trembling, mind numbing, earth shaking climaxes of her young life. Her body rose and fell on his stiff pole, her breath coming faster as she neared the first of her many climaxes. His mouth sought hers, met, and covered her young tender lips, his tongue sliding inside, hers wrestling with his. She rammed her body hard against his onslaught, grinding her demanding pussy against his pelvic bone, rubbing her clitoris against the bristling pubic hair. The climaxes began in earnest, one on top of another, jumbled together as though her entire body was a mass of clitoral nerves. Her fingers raked his back, teeth biting his tongue as the orgasms overtook her mind. She began screaming her passion into his mouth, crying out for the release he was giving her. He held her tightly to his body, feeling the trembling in her, feeling the white-hot heat from her body radiate. Then, suddenly, she went limp, her head tilting slowly back, the soft thick hair waving behind her. "You did that very well, Mr. Greene," she panted, "I haven't had a climax like that in a long time. I would be very pleased if you would put me down so I can take that big beautiful dick in my mouth. I told you that you could cum in my throat if you made me happy, and you have." She began to ease herself off of his throbbing member. Mr. Greene grasped his well- lubricated pole and redirected it to the tiny puckered hole of her ass. "No!" she begged, "Please don't! I...I don't think I can take..." He thrust his hips upward, the tip of his huge member just entering her. "A good little whore can take what is given her, Miss Hilliard, and you are a good little whore, aren't you?" His cock eased a little further into her so very tight ass. "Please, no," she begged again, softly, fighting to open herself to him, as though she had no control over her body's desires, as if she need the pain of his anal onslaught in order to feel the intense pleasure to follow. "Oh, god it hurts!" she groaned, still wriggling her ass, aiding the huge cock on its way into her tender body. Her arms slipped from around his neck and she sank lower onto his body, resigned to the fact that he was going to ass fuck her no matter what she did. With a pathetic groan for mercy, she felt his huge cock slide deep into her tender rectum. He could feel the flesh being pushed out of the way as his iron pole drove its way into her tiny body, felt her clutch at him, knew she wanted this as much as he did. He listened with satisfaction as her voice changed to that husky groan of lust she had used before. "Fuck me!" she begged now, "Fuck me hard, cum in my ass!" She knew she had no control over her body's demands, knew that whatever he wanted to do to her now she would want the same, no matter how much it hurt her, no matter the damage it did to her tender body. The look on her face had changed. What had been a sweet little twelve-year-old girl now became the look of a wanton, lust crazed, sex starved whore out to satisfy the cravings of her demanding, demented mind. A certain madness flowed across her face as she jammed herself onto the huge cock that drove its way into her, and then the orgasms started again. Her tiny hand flew to her vagina, fingers rubbing furiously at the engorged bud of her clit, her cries of lust beginning to burn in his ear, and still he refused to orgasm. "Do it! Cum in my ass! Let me feel it gush inside of me, damn it!" Mr. Greene grabbed her tiny waist, pulling her roughly off of his skewering cock with a wet pop, tearing her away from him. He set her onto the floor, pushing her down, his hand on her head, shoving her to her knees, his still hard, throbbing cock tracing a line up her very mature body. "You got what you wanted, you beautiful little cunt. Now it's my turn. Swallow it until I cum!" He pushed her head back, forcing her mouth to open and shoved his hips forward driving his fat prick back into her precious mouth, not stopping to give her a chance to prepare herself for him, drove it violently into her throat. He grasped the back of her head, holding her tightly against him, crushing her pert nose against his belly, his hips jerking spasmodically as his cock swelled. His fingers gripped her hair tightly, a deep roar beginning from his diaphragm as the orgasm of his life began to explode inside his brain. She grasped his swollen balls, kneading them in her soft hands, feeling them tighten, and then empty themselves into her sucking throat. She felt the sticky ejaculate spew into her throat, gushing into her belly, bathing her throat with his warmth. Wave after wave of the man's cum filled her, until she thought her belly could hold no more, and he finally finished. Backing away from her, he sank into the chair once again, breathing heavily, staring at the beautiful face before him. "What do you want from me?" he asked, reaching for his clothing. A feeling of shame began to overtake him, guilt over what he had just done to this tiny vision of beauty that stood naked before him. His cock was still dripping from the most incredible sex of his life...with a twelve-year-old girl who had done things to him that no other woman had ever done before, not even his own wife. "Like you said... I got what I wanted. But, since you asked, how about I get to wear what I want and you don't let them bitch about it? "Can we make a deal, Crystal? Like, for instance, panties at least, and maybe a skirt that doesn't show them off?" "Where's the fun in that?" she asked with a giggle. "Please?" "Okay," she said reluctantly. "Can I see you again after school sometime? You're very good. I like having sex with you." "Crystal, you're..." "The nastiest little whore you've ever met? The best fuck you've ever had?" She finished the thought for him, and he knew it was the truth. This was insane. An ongoing affair with a child, and she was initiating it. Almost begging for it, although he was quite sure she would never have to beg anyone for sex, ever. She exuded sex. "You're twelve!" "Thirteen in two months," she exclaimed, slipping back into her clothing. "Oh god." "See you after school, Carl," she said with a demure smile, slipping the Mary Jane's back onto her dainty feet, and tugging the too-short skirt a little further down her thighs. As she promised, she made it worthwhile for Carl Greene, Vice Principal, to come to work every day. "So, have you seen the Vice Principal, Miss Hilliard?" asked Miss Goodbody, Crystal's teacher. "Of course I did, Miss Goodbody, that's where you sent me wasn't it?" "And what did Mr. Greene say?" "He wants to talk to both of us after school in his office about the punishment," Crystal lied, a nasty little plan forming in her twisted mind. For the rest of the school day she planned out how she was going to get Miss Andrea Goodbody to spread her legs for Carl Greene's pleasure as well as her own. She figured that if she could get to his office before Miss Goodbody showed up, she would have a good chance of having him naked before Andrea knocked on the door. The final bell of the day rang, and Crystal was the first student out of the class. Jamming her books into her locker, she sprinted to the Vice Principal's office, easing the door open, poking her head in just to make sure he was alone. When she found that he was, she pasted a note on the outside of the office door, and slipped in, loosening her skirt and letting it fall to the floor as she approached Mr. Greene's desk, while two fingers disappeared between the firm lips of her succulent pussy . "Crystal, I..." stammered the Vice Principal. "Want to fuck me? You know you do. You can't deny you do. You know I'm the best you've ever had and you want more of me, don't you? And if you're very good, which I know you will be, I'll have a present for you that you'll thank me for." With a whisk of her arms, her blouse fluttered once again to the floor and Crystal stood defiantly before him in all her naked beauty, her breasts bouncing slightly, the nipples erect with the desire to be suckled. She removed the fingers from her pussy and demurely eased them into her mouth, sucking provocatively, a look of lust in her big green eyes. "Come here, you insatiable little whore," muttered the Vice Principal in a horse whisper. Crystal approached the desk, circling it. Mr. Greene pushed himself away from the desk on the wheeled executive chair in which he sat. His trousers were open, pulled down from his hips, his erect cock glistened with oil of some sort, his hand clutching the pole, sliding up and down slowly. A smile spread across her face as Crystal climbed onto the chair, sliding her legs through the curve of the chair's arm-rests, easing the man's ten inch pole slowly into the tight channel of her pussy. Her arms clutched his neck and her mouth sought his, her tongue dancing between his lips as her hips lowered further onto his hard cock. He grasped her waist, pulling her roughly onto him, his hips thrusting upwards. She screamed into his mouth as the pain of his sudden impaling shot through her tiny body. Her hips wriggled, fighting to take him more easily, the pain becoming the pleasure she craved, that feeling of lust driven pleasure as her cunt became filled with the man's huge cock. His hands moved up her back, holding her close to him as she bounced up and down on his thrusting cock, one hand at the back of her head, fingers full of her thick hair, pulling her beautiful face to his as their tongues continued to wrestle in a deep kiss. Neither of them heard the door to the office open, or heard the sudden gasp of righteous revulsion as Miss Goodbody entered and watched the Vice Principal of the very proper school rape a twelve-year-old student. Rooted to the spot, not willing believe her eyes, the petite teacher nonetheless could feel the unwanted sensation of wetness between her own legs as she watched the pretty little girl, naked and obviously a very willing partner bounce up and down on Mr. Greene's lap. The sounds of the girl groaning in pleasure became too much for the pretty teacher to bear, and she slowly approached the desk, standing very close to the copulating couple. "Mr. Greene, Miss Hilliard..." she began. "Oh, you've come!" exclaimed Crystal, "How good of you. Carl, don't even think of stopping. Fuck me hard!" Her hand slid up the shapely leg of the English teacher, feeling the tops of her silk stockings and the lacey garters that held them in place. Miss Goodbody made a half-hearted attempt to escape the girl's invading hand. "I want to eat your pussy, Andrea," she said. "This is the most disgusting thing I have ever seen in my life!" said Andrea not moving as the girl's fingers found their way higher up her proper skirt, touching her bare flesh, creeping to her lacey panties. "Is it now, my dear?" asked Mr. Greene, finally finding his voice. "Are you sure of that? Is it not our obligation to keep the students happy while they learn?" "Not this way, I'm sure!" Andrea felt the man's hand on her other leg, her hips involuntarily thrusting toward the pair as Carl's hand began tugging at the leg hole of the now damp panties, his finger touching the fine wet hairs, gliding over her warm mound. The panties slid easily down the young woman's legs. "No, this can't be right!" she breathed, but still she did not move. She felt a tiny finger enter her soaking wet cunt, easing in and out slowly, flicking expertly at the bud of her clitoris. Her knees buckled slightly, as the finger entered her, her own hand covering the thrusting digit from the outside of her pleated skirt, urging it to penetrate her further. "No!" she gasped again, but more quietly than before. "Carl, I believe Andrea is a virgin," announced Crystal as her finger touched the woman's hymen. "You are a virgin, aren't you Andrea?" "Yes," she answered softly. Crystal's free hand went to the woman's face, pulling her to the girl. "I want to eat you, Andrea. Your pussy is so wet. I know you want to feel my tongue slide into you, lick at your clit. I want to suck the juices from inside you. I want to make you climax. I promise it will be good," she whispered. "You're a child! A mere child..." "No she isn't," said Mr. Greene. "Crystal is an extremely good sex machine disguised to look like a child. Aren't you, my sweet little whore?" His hips resumed their thrusting as Crystal rose off of his hips giving him room to stroke her hungry cunt. She merely smiled in reply. Struggling, she rose off of Mr. Greene's thrusting cock that now waved, glistening, before the startled teacher. "Oh my god, that could not have fit inside such a small body!" she exclaimed. "I assure you it does!" said Carl. "I told you, she is a sex machine." Sinking to her knees, Crystal removed Andrea's panties, and tugged the skirt off of the woman's hips. Andrea made no attempt to stop her. The child buried her face between her legs, tongue gliding between the cunt lips, lapping at the sweet juices that dripped from the virgin pussy, flicking at the engorged clitoris. Chills rushed through the beautiful redheaded teacher, moans that she had never uttered before escaping her lips as the tiny girl lapped expertly at her most private part. Carl began unbuttoning the teacher's blouse, his hands sliding under the red lace of her bra, cupping the firm breasts. Exposing her breasts, he began to suck first one pert nipple, and then the other. His hands slid around her back and unfastened the garment, removing both bra and blouse with one motion, his mouth still clamped firmly around her hardened nipple. Crystal's tongue was sending shock waves of heat through the woman's body. Andrea clutched at the tiny blonde's head, drawing her sucking mouth tightly to her throbbing vagina, the woman's breathing becoming heavy and labored as she neared the end of her very proper lifestyle. Firmly, Carl pushed at Andrea's shoulders, forcing her to her knees in front of him. Clutching his still wet cock in his hand he pointed the tip at the young woman's face. "Open," he demanded. "Please, no!" she returned, shrinking away from him. He grabbed a handful of her long red hair, pulling her face closer to his crotch. He was not about to let this virgin prize escape him. Crystal moved to face the waving thing, her mouth open wide with a look of lust on her pretty face. "Watch, Andrea. Watch and learn like a good girl," she said, leaning forward taking the huge pole into her tender mouth. Carl's hips thrust forward, his cock sliding easily into her open throat. Crystal's head bobbed, taking ever more of the throbbing flesh into her young throat until her nose crushed against his pubic bone. Quickly grabbing her head, Carl held her there, his head thrown back in ecstasy while the tiny girl sucked his cock with her throat muscles, as though pulling him deeper into her body, her head twisting and bobbing, fingers clutching at his legs. Andrea began to panic for the twelve-year-old, knowing she couldn't breath with so much cock blocking her airway, the tiny face getting red from lack of oxygen, and yet the look of lust and determination played across the darling face as she continued to suck the monster invading her body. The woman could see the girl's tongue move in her mouth, swirling around the shaft of Carl's cock. Without even realizing it, Andrea's fingers began to disappear into the folds of her own pussy, flick at the swollen clit, her firm cunt began to drip the precious lubricating fluids her body involuntarily produced as she watched the erotic coupling before her. "You're going to kill this child!" she exclaimed, pushing at the man's hips in an attempt to separate them. Crystal backed away from him, his cock leaving her mouth with a slurp. "Your turn," she whispered into the teacher's ear. "Suck it, suck it hard. It feels so good going into your throat. If I can do it, you surely can. Swallow his big meat. Make him want only you. Give him your sweet pussy and you'll own him for as long as you like. He'll do anything to keep fucking that beautiful cunt, anything you want." Andrea leaned forward; the waving tip touched her lips. Her tongue flicked at it tentatively and she found it not unpleasant. Grasping it in one hand, her mouth opened and she guided it between her lips, sucking immediately at the knob, her tongue swirling around it as she had seen Crystal do. His hips thrust forward, driving the beast further into her mouth; her hand twisted and stroked the shaft as he sought to drive it into her yet unwilling throat. "Open your throat, Andrea," instructed Crystal. "Swallow it into your stomach, take it all. Make him cum into your belly. Let him fill you with his sweet cream. Relax your throat muscles and let it slid down." Crystal returned her hand to the woman's pussy, inserting two thin fingers into her teacher's cunt, pleased that her legs opened wide for her. Andrea did her best to follow the young girl's instructions, but the result was the same, her gag reflex took over and no matter how she tried, Carl's big cock was too much for her to take. She backed away, and immediately Crystal took over, taking him deep into her throat for a few strokes before directing the man's cock back into Andrea's mouth, and then licking at his shaft and ball sack. "Lie down, Carl," commanded Crystal, "It's time for the beautiful Andrea to loose her virginity." "No!" Andrea retorted. "I'm keeping my virginity, it's all the dignity I have left now and I won't give it up to this man that I hardly know." "You don't know what you're missing," returned Crystal, throwing a leg over the prostrate Vice Principal, lowering her young body down to take the tip of the huge cock into her tiny vagina. She faced the teacher, her back to Carl, so that the woman could get the desired view, and because she liked the position. Andrea watched in fascination as the girl squirmed and wriggled on the man's penis, taking it slowly into her, the body writhing with the pleasure of it. She listened to the girl groan as the exquisite tightness of her pussy engulfed more and more of the huge staff. Up and down she rode, driving him further and further into herself, finally setting herself onto his hips, pulling her legs close together on top of his. The look on the tiny girl's face was of pure pleasure as the man's hands cupped her large breasts, the nipples protruding from between his fingers as he gently squeezed them. "What you don't know, and cannot see," explained Crystal as Carl's moans of pleasure became more intense, "is that without moving, I'm fucking his brains out. I squeeze him with my pussy. I can keep him hard for hours this way until he begs me to let him cum inside me, or I can give him room to fuck me like a jackhammer. He belongs to me, Andrea. Don't you, Carl? You belong to me, don't you?" ""Yes!" the man answered through gritted teeth. "That was the right answer, Carl. You do belong to me. And since you were a good boy, I'll let you climax me a few times and then let you do what you really like doing to me. Do you like that? Do you, bitch?" "Yes, oh hell yes!" he agreed. Then he felt her rise off of his hips a ways giving him the room to stroke the beautiful little girl's cunt. Almost immediately she began to groan loudly, her fingers digging into his chest as she lay back on him, the first of her orgasms slamming through the thin body, and then louder as the climaxes began piling one on top of another, her body shuddering, her ass slamming down onto his groin, his cock rammed deep into her. She began to sweat as the orgasms took over her passion soaked brain. Their bodies slammed together like applause, Crystal's fingernails drawing blood from the man's chest as she lost all sense of the rest of the world. His hands on the tight waist pulled her roughly onto his skewering cock. Overcome with the sight, Andrea stepped over Carl's legs, her pussy an inch from Crystal's mouth, thrust her hips forward and pulled the girl's mouth onto her dripping hole. The twelve-year-old's tongue drove into her slit, lapping at the honey inside, flicking the sensitive clit expertly. Andrea's body began to shudder as the rush of orgasm flowed throughout her virgin body. Her legs became weak, beginning to shake as climax after climax wracked her. She couldn't believe how quickly her orgasms came. Not even her college roommate had been able to bring her to orgasm as fast as this young child. Suddenly, Carl jerked Crystal's body off of him, pushing Andrea away. "Now!" he exclaimed. ""Then do it!" returned Crystal. Andrea backed away from the pair her cunt still fluttering and throbbing with orgasm, and watched in horror as the man re-directed the tip of his massive penis at the tiny puckered hole of the girl's anus. Crystal pulled her ass cheeks apart as wide as she could, relaxing every muscle in her abdomen, and then began to lower herself once again onto the skewering pole that now began to disappear into her tender anus. She began to cry out in obvious pain as the huge cock bored into her baby soft ass, and still the body sank, taking more and more of him into her. "I'm going to cum Crystal, I'm going to cum in your ass!" he exclaimed. "Don't you dare! Don't you dare cum until you're all the way inside of me, Carl, or I'll never let you fuck me again!" she demanded, still lowering herself slowly onto the huge cock. With a loud groan, Carl threw his arms around the girl, pulling her tender body roughly onto his massive skewering cock, his hips slapping her bottom loudly. He held her there, not letting her move while his body shook with spasms of orgasm, his thick ejaculate spurting deep into her bowels while she wriggled to accept his skewering cock, squealing, caught up in another climax of her own, her cunt spewing droplets of lubricant onto the floor. For several quiet minutes the two remained locked together, Carl's throbbing cock oozing cum into the tiny girl's abused ass. Crystal shuddered from time to time, feeling the wave of a mini climax shoot through her, both of them breathing hard like two fighters after a match. "Okay," breathed Crystal, "You can do me again whenever you want. My ass feels like it's destroyed, but I like it." "Twelve years old. This can't be right, it just can't." "You worry too much, Carl. I seduced you. It's what I do, what I was born for, engineered for. You had no choice in the matter. You couldn't have turned me down if you wanted to. I don't quit until I get what I want." "Do you like doing this?" asked Andrea. "You're a child, for goodness sake. What child does this?" "A child with the sex drive of a twenty year old with no inhibitions whatsoever. Yes, I like this. I like it a lot, actually. I'm supposed to like it a lot, and I do." Crystal explained to the two of them what her parents had done before she was born, and why she was the way she was, hoping they understood. They didn't, of course. She pulled herself off of the now deflating Carl and began dressing, wiping away a trickle of white cum that had dripped down her leg. "It's starting to get dark out, I should get home. A young girl shouldn't be out after dark, you know," she said with a grin. "I can take you home," offered Andrea. "I have a mini-van." "That would be nice. The seats fold down in those things, don't they?" It took Crystal an hour and a half to get home that night, normally a fifteen-minute ride. Andrea went to sleep dreaming of her tiny lover, clutching her pillow, grinding her naked mound on the bed. Crystal slept like a brick, dreaming of nothing in particular. To be continued in chapter two.