Cunt rot

Please heed the warnings. If underage sex, breech of trust and questionable sexual ethics are not your cup of tea, then do not read.
*Edited 01-01-2011*

Cunt Rot

'This is ridiculous... How long is he gonna take?' she wondered silently as the male moving atop her grunted like a pig in heat. The pong of sweat invaded her nostrils and she crinkled her nose, shifting her hips, to improve her circulation.

'Can't feel my hips...damn it!' He thrust with particular enthusiasm, grazing her cervix and making her flinch. Her cunt throbbed softly as if making room for the intruding piece of flesh that rooted eagerly inside her body, searching for treasure. She bit her lip to stop the chuckle that threatened to erupt at her fanciful imaginings. Lying on her back atop the dusty practice mats, she took a deep breath and started counting ceiling tiles to distract her wandering attention. He grunted, burying his nose in the crook of her neck and she moaned low, tightening her inner muscles. The boy shivered, gasped and she smirked. The plunging hips increased their punishing pace but nothing happened. The magic trick that worked like a charm every time had failed for the third time today.

'I hope he finishes soon.' She tightened her grip on the flexing muscles of his back. 'I don't have all day to wait for him to cum...He's been at it for the past 30 minutes and it feels like its on fire. Fuck it! Hurry up, you idiot! Pussy-chan is aching and its not in a good way!' She scratched his back over his clothes. The prick had not taken the time to even undress before he'd trust inside her.

'Come on, you're not starting a fire with a stick and a rock! There is no need to rub so hard, damn it! If I'd known you're gonna take this long, I'd've fucked you without a condom or made you pay double for my pain. Maybe even told ya' to fuck the hell off!' she thought morosely and tightened her vaginal muscles to milk him, yeah it was time to put all her tricks to work.

Soon enough she felt his body shake and throb deep inside. 'Thank God I made him wear a rubber. At least the thing does it job. If I'd any kids by him, I'd been forced to take 'em to the slaughterhouse!' The boy collapsed over her, taking great hulking breaths.

"That was great! I bet you enjoyed having my hot man tool inside your tight cunnie... right?" he asked after his breath evened out.

"Sure, Rick. Your cock is just like you." She mumbled, pushing him away and reaching into her bag to get come baby wipes to clean herself with. The boy stretched atop the mats for a minute, covering his face with his forearm.

"Yeah, I know I'm hot. You are not bad yourself." he stated, stretching his arms to tuck himself in after disposing of the used condom.

"Sure thing, Rick." she said, gingerly dabbing at her reddened flesh. 'Asshole! Even a piece of wood would break down and cry if you threatened to fuck it.' He moved efficiently, straightening his clothes as he stood up.

"Same time next week?" He asked casually, resting against the wall. One could tell he was really interested in her answer given his overly casual demeanor. She buttoned up her blouse and brushed imaginary lint from her badly wrinkled regulation-length skirt before answering.

'Not if I can help it, you prick!' she thought but said instead, "No can do, sweet cakes. I'm booked well until next month. Tough." she offered a stiff smile and continued her business. Judging by experience, after his little stunt she would be forced to postpone her other appointments until next week. He'd fucked her good in more than one sense. 'Damn it!'

The boy grimaced and messed his own hair. She was not looking at him and given what he'd heard when she acted like this, the 'client' would not have another go in a long, long time; money notwithstanding. Well, he could use the time to save more to assure a longer round next time. She was certainly not cheap. "Sure. Next month, book me a space."

'No way, punk. You will have to find another hole to start your personal bonfire, scout.' She tsked with disapproval. "Yeah... Um, isn't that the bell? Shouldn't you be in your way?" she asked distractedly and he left hurriedly.

She sighed as she combed her fingers over damp blond hair. Crouching, she reaches farther back and touched the hot skin of her cunt. She decided to stop wearing panties when she started her business. It was easier on the skin and on the budget. She stretched a bit, her 17 year old body pushed against her white blouse, curving and stretching in all the right places, assuring her high demand. She leaned back to rest her tired body, adding up her savings and realizing she almost had enough to leave.

'He settled far to the East, near L.A. I wonder how he looks... whatever, ready or not, here I cum, sweet cheeks.' Securing funds on your back was not pleasant business, at least not on Lavender Hills High. Boys here sucked at fucking... no pun intended.

"If you have it, use it. That's your motto Christine. Remember... Soon, very soon you won't have to do this anymore. We'll be far away before you think..." she whispered brokenly, trying to hold her tears at bay. Memories flooded her mind as she thought of the time when the world was right and she was still innocent. When she still believed in love and in people's goodness; back when she'd barely turned twelve.

She could still remember how it all started. It happened during the second week of school. She was hurrying along on her way home after a grueling gym session. Her mother had recently allowed her to walk home alone since she was all of twelve. She loved feeling all mature and grown up. Plus, she'd recently discovered that playing with herself felt darned good. Her first orgasm had been had less than a month ago, and she was anticipating a nice, long session as soon as she got home, her parents were working late today which was a good thing for curious little girls. She grinned thinking ahead. For the past week she'd skipped the showers and gone home after changing out of her wet clothes. Accidentally, she'd found a great way to make herself all tingly and wet. Much better than squeezing her breasts or tightening her thighs on her bed as she rubbed against her teddy. The previous week, she'd come harder and longer than ever, even better than when she'd sprayed between her legs with the detachable showerhead. Her new method consisted on lightly jabbing her tight little hole with the brush handle as she pinched the little bump between her legs. She felt a rush of heat spread down her legs and up her chest whenever she thought about sticking the brush a little inside her as she rubbed herself, carefully of course, since it hurt if it was in too deep. But it felt so good, so darned good! She sighed happily, deciding to skip the shower until she got home since she was way too antsy to wait. She entered the now deserted locker room and started to undress, picking up her stuff to hurry along, taking care to dry her body after the long practice.

"Seems like you're the last one, Cristine" she jumped nervously, hiding behind her shirt. She hadn’t heard her team's coaching assistant enter the room. He was a well-liked senior, friendly, charismatic and handsome. At 17, he was highly coveted by girls his age and older. His classic good looks, tousled chestnut hair, expressive blue eyes and athletic build made the team girls squeal crazily when he performed for them. Also, having him carefully touch your waist all serious-like as he showed you the correct way to do things at practice was a dream come true for most. Practically every girl loved him and the boys looked up to him. He was a charmer and he knew it. He studied in the High School on the other side of the road and helped the coach in the afternoons. He'd been part of the team since his freshman year at this school and since the High did not have a team, he helped. The coach depended so much on him that he was given his own set of keys for clean up and closing up every day after practice. So, she smiled with embarrassment but never thought anything was amiss because it was typical. She was so naive!

"You skipping your shower, eh?’ he asked with a soft smile as he approached her. She watched him for a while before turning to look for her bra. He was a normal presence in the locker room during competition. Whenever one of us was too shy to undress before him, he'd always say he was sick and tired of watching little girls change their duds to pay much attention, which in turn made them trust him.

"Yes, I’m too tired, so I won't bother." She replied, rummaging deep inside her tote.

"Really? Are you hurt?" he asked with friendly concern as he checked the bath stalls for other girls. He started closing out, securing windows, doors, bath stalls, flushing toilets and the like; same as always.

"Nah, I'm just tired" she shrugged as she took off her shorts and sat down to pull on her socks. He entered the changing room and stopped in front of her. She raised her head to look at him. "What?"

"Then I must insist you take a shower, Christine." He said seriously crossing his arms. When he took that stance she knew he was not budging from his position. He was famous for this particular trait. She looked up surprised to see how close he was standing.

"Sean?" she queried as her eyes focused on his crotch, suddenly curious.

"Yes, Christine?" came the unconcerned answer as he got even nearer to her.

"Why are you still standing there?" she asked curiously as she slowly finished buttoning her skirt and blouse.

"To make sure my favorite team-member is completely clean before leaving from this place. I've heard some worrisome news from your peers. There has been an increase in venereal diseases and vaginal infections. We don’t want you gettin' an infection or worse down there, do we?’ he asked reasonably as he studied her face.

"A venereal disease or an infection?" she blinked perplexed. She'd heard lots of stuff flying around on the topic but she'd played deaf , the details too embarrassing for her.

"Yup, it could be taking hold of your tender cunny even as we speak. Then they'd take you to the hospital and do painful things to it... you know, needles and alcohol... maybe even take a piece out or something. I've heard its quite painful and it never feels the same. Women are weird like that and I'm sure you don’t want that, right?" He spoke with his usual brotherly expression, so open and earnest that she got scared. He'd never lied to her before and he was talking about bad things happening to her pussy. She didn't want to go to the hospital and she hated needles with a passion, and this happened due to lack of hygiene. 'Shit, I've left without showering for a week already.' Her face reddened.

"Really?" she queried worriedly. She bit her lip wondering if it would show upon closer inspection. He nodded with a dark expression making her shiver.

"Yeah! Ask anyone!" he hunkered down to her eye level. "I wouldn’t lie to you! You are my favorite and you know it." He whispered soberly, his hand caressing circles on the outer side of her thigh. It was something he always did to ground her during competitions. He waited for her to answer.

"What do I do?" she squeaked, blushing to the roots of her head. Any thoughts of going home early to play with herself were pushed away by fright.

"You take a bath and we look at it to see if there are any symptoms present." he said simply. Her heart drummed excitedly against her ribs but her fear tamped down her natural reticence. 'I can't let mom know I may have a venereal disease because I was not taking proper care of myself. She'd take me to the hospital and watch while they poked and prodded at my pussy!' She nodded, tense and afraid.

"What is it like? How do I know I have it? Why would I have it in the first place? Was it because I sat on the toilet?" her eyes narrowed with concern. She had to make sure nothing happened to her newly discovered toy. It was her pussy and it felt good whenever she played with it!

"You don’t know? I bet you were not listening during Health class. They explained everything about those just last week, I'm told. Hygiene is vital and I know you haven't taken proper care of your body for the past week, more or less." He chided gently making her squirm.

"Sorry... It won't happen again." She mumbled, "Please, Sean! Help me!" He sighed deeply, his put upon expression making her feel like a bother.

"Well, let's see. Venereal diseases and vaginal infections are commonly called 'Cunt Rot'. It usually infects little girls and teens who don’t take good care of their pussies. Usually, they start playing with themselves by this time even when they know they're not supposed to. I know you were not washing properly. So tell me, do you masturbate Christine? The situation is not as dire when it's just skipping a shower or two but if you do..." another sigh, "so, tell me. Do you touch yourself there when you are all alone?’ He asked with concern although his eyes said he knew better.

She blushed darkly, eyes fixed on her fisted hands lying atop her lap while trying her best to deny everything. The way he talked was the same as whenever her parents knew she was being naughty. "So that's why mom joked about me taking long baths last week. She knows..." She paled and looked into his face. He nodded.

"That's right, kid. Parents know and they never tell kids about Cunt Rot. When their kids complain, they take them to the hospital and force them to undergo treatment, which hurts. I know because it happened to me. Not Cunt Rot, you know... the boy version." Her heart beat incredibly hard and she was starting to hyperventilate. He caressed her cheek, soothing away her fears.

"There, there... Breathe Chrissy... There... Nothing is gonna happen. I can and will help you check if you want. After all, I know the signs in my own flesh." Strong arms cradled her, rocking her slowly until she calmed down. Her thoughts bounced this way and that inside her brain, but she was too scared to really think about stuff at that time.

"Thank you, Sean." She tightened her hold around his wide back, hugging him closer to bury her face in his jersey. There, she nodded shyly to hide her blush as she replied, "What should I do now?"

"That's the easiest part, sweet cheeks." He caressed her chestnut curls, "Look, I swear I won't tell anybody about this and I promise to help you if you really have Cunt Rot, OK? I don’t want your parents punishing you for doing something that completely natural. But you must promise not mention it to anyone else either. I'm supposed to report all Cunt Rot cases to our coach and he reports them to the director. But I can't do it to you. You're my favorite and I don’t want you to suffer for it." He argued reasonably, " Deal? Ok?" He insisted softly, drawing back and holding her face between his warm hands.

"Ok, I guess" she said hesitantly, curling her hands around his.

He stood up immediately and went to secure the door, "To make sure nobody interrupts and discover your problem" and guided her to the shower stalls. There he helped her take off her clothes and his, before folding them carefully and setting them aside.

"'Cause we don't wann'em ta' get wet, right? This way it'll look natural." he said with a warm smile.

"Do I get to see your dick?" she asked awestruck still covering her budding tits and pussy with her hands. Her hands flew to his cock and gasped. It was the biggest thing she’d seen in her young life. Bigger even than her dad's but she'd never tell she'd taken a peek while he showered!

"Sure! And if you're good, you can also play with it after I’m done treating you." He fiddled with the water knobs to get the water just right. Once he had the shower going, he stood before her. After waiting for confirmation, he took hold of the detachable showerhead and sprayed her body from head to toe. She squeaked trying to avoid being sprayed and he chuckled.

"Eek! The water’s cold!" she complained

"Shush, Chrissy. Someone might hear you. Come on, don't you know Cunt Rot hates cold water?" he murmured, staring intently at her stiffening nipples. "Man, you really were not paying attention during Health class."

"Ah, ok" she calmed a bit as his hands soothed away the goose bumps that ran all over her skin after he'd gotten her wet. A shiver ran down her back and he groaned softly, kneading her breasts lightly.

'This is really weird but it feels really nice.' she thought lazily, submitting to his ministrations. Her pebbled nipples strained as far as her small breasts permitted. She blushed, feeling a familiar heat curl deep inside her belly. Her developing body was source of anxiety and grief. It was blooming much too quickly, which made her self-conscious. She'd taken to wearing bras to hide her sensitive nipples and never showered while others were in the area because she had a very hairy pussy. Maybe that's why the news on Cunt Rot never got to her before this day.

A wet hiss and her eyes flew to his face. His blue eyes had darkened, the iris so wide it seemed to take away all the blue. The stare drew her like a moth to the flame. It fascinated her and felt something inside her resonate with feeling. He clumsily grabbed the soap, to lather up his hands. Carefully, he started to run his hot hands all over her, paying special attention to her small but well rounded breasts.

"Your tits fit my hand beautifully." His hands slid over them, kneading soap circles over the aureoles and drawing imaginary trails downwards to her flat tummy, then back towards her round ass. She gasped.

"Hey! That's dirty!" she whimpered, feeling the heat of his chest against her. The heat inside her belly turned into a raging fire and she trembled.

She shifted to accommodate his roaming hands and felt something hot and hard poking her belly. She wanted to see if it was his cock or not but he held her too tight. Deft fingers massaged, caressed and kneaded then soaping the tender flesh of her bunghole and ass-cheeks.

"That's why I must clean it well. Remember you have to be squeaky clean... and that means washing everywhere." was his soft reply against her ear. He seemed entranced by her ass, she frowned but relaxed to his touch.

Sensing her anxiety, he continued lower, soaping down her thighs and legs, slowly massaging her skin and muscles. By then, her body trembled slightly and the roaring heat threatened to consume her. Her pussy throbbed almost painfully. His hands drifted to the front and returned slowly, coming up to rest just inches away from her molten core.

"May I?" he queried softly, his voice rough with something she couldn't name that set her teeth on edge. Her hips thrust softly on their own against his body.

"Uh huh” She replied senselessly, unwilling and unable to say anything else. With one arm he held her close while his other hand parted her legs and slid a soaped finger between her swollen pussy lips, going back and forth between them.

Her knees turned to jelly as he soaped her stiff little button, moving midway to her sensitive little cunt and inserted the fingertip inside. A gasp escaped her lips as pleasure like she’d never known exploded behind her eyes. She screamed as her orgasm washed over her leaving her weak and trembling.

"Huh? This is bad. It looks like you have a severe case of Cunt Rot." Her pleasurable haze disappeared and her heart started beating madly.

"What?" she whispered, her voice suddenly stuck inside her throat.

"Yeah. You are shivering all over, your knees won't hold you up if I let go and your nipples're really hard and swollen. Plus, your pussy is burning hot, slippery and very hungry. Those are the usual symptoms of advanced Cunt Rot but don’t worry, I’ll make it better." He said as he kissed her on the lips.

She blushed harder as he took her first kiss but did not protest because he was helping her after all. Then he guided her to the floor tiles, grabbed the forgotten shower handle and rinsed her sudsy body, paying special attention to her aching breasts, her sweet butt and her weeping pussy. She moaned and gasped when he pointed the showerhead into her pussy. She felt herself falling back and her hips arching into the coolness, willing him to leave it there just a bit longer. Her hips pushed against it as if asking for relief from the throbbing that set up inside her. He turned the water off and instructed her to dry herself while he washed. She felt weird looking at him wash his hard body, especially when she looked at the angry-looking red pole sticking straight against his bellybutton. One did not have to be a rocket scientist to know that was his cock.

"Now, for the treatment. Come on, Chrissy. Let's move to the office." He said as he dried his face and armpits. She shivered trying to cover her obvious nipples. "Leave the towel. We will be using mine. Why are you hiding yourself? I've seen it all already. There is no need to be shy. Hop along, sweet cheeks. I'll be close behind." She nodded and made her way to the coach's office wondering why they had to perform treatment here. Once there he used the towel he was using to cover himself with, to spread over the coach's chair. He straightened and turned towards her patting the chair.

"Come on Chrissy, sit on the coach's chair with your legs over the armrests. Coach has things that I will need on his desk. Don't worry, this won't hurt as much as it would otherwise. Plus, you won't have to do this for a complete stranger." He reminded her. She did as instructed, relieved that she would be spared the horror of spreading for the doctor. Pushing back a bit, she lifted her legs over the armrests.

'This position shows it all ' she thought blushing so hard her face felt ready to explode. The armrests kept her legs apart, show casing her contracting pussy as it was framed by a pair of puffy, pink lips. Sean took a minute to take in the view with eager eyes.

"Don’t be scared, sweet cheeks. It’ll be over soon enough." he said. The muscled torso leaned in as he crouched closer. He took a deep breath and she wondered why before he started to kiss and lick at her neck and shoulders making her forget her question. His hands flew all over her, kneading her breast and taking it's weight on an open palm; his fingers rolled her nipples lazily, making her see stars. Soft lips latched onto her nipples and she moaned deep as thunder crackled against her core. His fingers explored her pussy before playing nip and tuck with the little knob at the top. She mewled, unable to keep her hips from thrusting upwards.

"Oh, no... That feels so good!" panted, cradling the dark head against her. Her legs spread wider to give him better access as he started trying to fit her puffy lips inside her little hole. Soon the game changed and he ran a sopping finger from the little knob to her bunghole, pausing a little midway to dip a tip inside.

"Gods... That feels even better! Please, Sean... help me!" she begged breathlessly. 'Who would have thought I was so sick!' she thought dimly before clutching his head in an aggressive hold to make sure his mouth wasn’t leaving her chest anytime soon. "I never thought suckling would feel so good! Now I understand why mama loves to nurse Joey! I'm nursing my kids when I grow up." she swore desperately as the finger slid farther inside. She moaned and sighed some more craving something else.

A wet pop and a trail of saliva to Sean's mouth signaled the next step. She mewled in protest as he caught hold of her wrists and settled them at her sides. A curious look from Christine's eyes was duly noted before he took hold of her tights and lifted them over his shoulders. He then started licking his way down her legs. Realization hit her a second before he spread her pussy lips with cold fingers and latched his mouth where his finger had been playing only moments before. A garbled scream as her back arched sharply. and when used his hands to spread her wider. Indigo met Onyx before he tensed his tongue and pushed his stiff tongue inside her clutching hole. She could see his tongue going into her little hole, every time it happened her pussy clenched as if trying to keep him inside. More, she wanted more.

"Ah, this case is extremely serious, but this will help... you'll see, dear" his voice echoed against her gushing flesh as fluids coated his face when he stopped, licked her little knob before biting into it with sharp teeth.

‘Aahhh!’ she screamed in confusion as the terrible pain made her insides curl. Her eyes filled with tears and he stopped. "No! Don't stop! Please!" she begged and he laughed maliciously.

"You're sick... you beg for more, knowing that's what made you get Cunt Rot in the first place? You cock slut!" He swore, wrapped hard lips over her little pebble and sucked hard. She moaned, the feeling bordering on pain. He kept going as she struggled against his mouth. There was something building inside her, a tension just like before. She bucked her hips against his face as he kept at it. Soon he stuck a finger in her cunny, pushing in and out, making it go deeper and deeper until it was buried knuckle-deep inside her. That stung a little but not too much because he was still suckling on her nipples. She could feel it probing insistently inside her, moving and stretching her flesh inside out. That smarted a bit but soon felt better. There was more pain as another finger was jammed in along the first one, then another. By that time. she couldn’t care less about how many fingers he stuck inside her. She just wanted something to happen once and for all.

"Please" she begged brokenly, arching and stretching.

"Really? Well, Chrissy, you've asked for it. Brace yourself for the anti-cunt rot injection. This will smart a bit… but soon it will get better." he panted, pushing in and out as he stared into her flushed face.

"I don't care. Do it!" She ordered and braced for whatever he had prepared. A huge hand pinned her hips hard against the chair, while he kissed her hard, reaching inside her mouth with his tongue. She felt a bit off about that but after a while it was better. Once again, his fingers prodded her entrance and she sighed before stiffening with pain.

Whatever was trying to push inside felt too big to be his finger; she could feel both his hands holding her steady, one at her hip and the other curled around her thigh as pushed inside her. She keened, trying to push the mouth away so that she could see what was trying to break her.

'That hurts!' She gathered air inside her chest to scream but his tongue swooped into her open mouth and swallowed her screams of pain.

He sank deeper in one stroke, making her feel as if she'd been torn in two. The good feeling disappeared as he started to retreat. The throbbing pain receded with whatever he did but it made her sick to her stomach. Soon enough, she felt the pressure against her inner lips increase and she panicked. She tried to push him away, to get away but his hand caught both hers and wouldn’t let go. She tried closing her legs but he was standing between. Her eyes grew wet as she fought, her muffled screams egging him on.

With a deep groan, he crammed himself back in, entering swiftly, sharply. Her lower body felt on fire, like he was grounding glass into her. He moaned into her mouth and her belly cramped. Finally, it was clear he was not stopping anymore, regardless of her pitiful cries. She sobbed into his mouth as the pain replaced the pleasure like a shroud. He pistoned inside her, her whimpers punctuating every flex of his hips. A while later, she felt herself grow slick and numb around his moving sex. The pain retracted until it reached bearable levels. That huge thing throbbed deep inside her, nudging her immature cervix as she cried.

He was quiet for a while, moving in and out, still kissing her unwilling mouth. She moved her limbs gingerly to try and lessen the pain. It was riding her in harsh waves with every inward motion, although it was not as bad as before. He was moving with ever growing harshness. She gasped, arching as her world was bathed in pain once more. It hurt like a bitch but then it got better. In and out. Pleasure and pain, faster and harder, deeper. Something was coming; he reached between her legs and started to twist her little knob this way and that, in time with his punishing thrusts; her now confused senses registered pain as pleasure and she moaned hungrily. His movements grew more random and violent as he started cursing and swearing at her. His nails tore into her flesh while smashing his pelvis into her feverishly, desperately until she felt him hit something that twinged with white, hot flashes once and again. He groaned and stiffened; a hot, gushing wetness hit her at her core, stinging as it bathed her aching flesh while he rode his pleasure with hot, short jabs.

He grabbed her waist and pulled her out of the chair, still impaled on the hardening thing. He kneeled quickly, depositing her ass on the carpeted floor and following close behind, intending to go in even deeper. She felt like he was about to pound himself into her stomach and looked down. It was then that her brain made the connection. Disbelieving eyes took in exactly how they were connected. Her pussy was stretched obscenely around the hot, pink staff she remembered straining stiffly against Sean's belly. Same hardness that seemed to expand and stretch, still buried in her depths; hot and ready.

Fear gripped her soul with a steel fist as she struggled in earnest. She was bothered and anxious as half remembered warnings of unplanned pregnancies came unbidden to her mind. She wiggled about a little making him groan with her frantic motions. He reared back grabbing her ankles; he spread her legs as far as they would go, retreated halfway then thrust into her. She arched numbly and he hurried to rearrange her limbs to force her to turn on her belly. Pulling on her hips once she complied, he made her rise to her knees and buried his face between her pale cheeks.

"Wait... no! That's..." her pained throat rasped. Pleasure spiked and jabbed her belly making her arms weak with increasing pleasure. Once more pleasure and pain wrestled for supremacy and she rested her forehead between her arms. Movement behind her had her stiffening before the hard cock she'd forgotten was there entered her from behind. She tensed, waiting as it pushed in and out a couple of times then retreated completely. Her belly trembled with apprehension.

"Now I want you to push as if you were taking a shit." He instructed from behind her. She blinked, not expecting those words. 'What does he mean with taking a shit?' she wondered.

"Give me your hands and open your legs. We are almost done." He said with a tight, almost painful expression. She struggled to comply, willing the whole thing to be over and done with. Her body ached in places she'd never-

"..."A silent scream tore from her soul as the cock was showed up the wrong hole! She lay speared by mind-numbing pain, the likes of which she'd never experienced before. Blood rushed to her ears, making them ring and throb as air forced itself out of her body. Strangled noises left her dry throat as she tried to stop him, to stop it, to get away. She struggled, thrashing weakly as he plowed back into her ass, apparently unaware that he was slamming into her tender rectum.

"Fuck! This is tighter'n your cunt, bitch! Take it, come on! Yeah, like that!" A slap on her butt cheek felt dim and distant, like a mosquito bite feels after breaking a leg.
Her body felt on fire, the crippling pain causing tears and snot to drip down her chin.
Blithely, he pulled on her arms, effectively forcing her to impale herself on his raging dick.

"Yeah, bitch, just like that... you love it, don't you? You are milking my flesh with your talented ass, yeah. Keep it up!" He ground out and started pumping deliberately into her screaming sphincter. She felt something tear inside her and soon it was easier for him to move. It stung whenever he moved now but it was not like before. Her awareness faded in and out as the pain threatened to overwhelm her. Noticing her limp body, he let go of her arms. Pain flared in a different place as her face crashed unheeded against the carpeted floor. Her breath caught inside her chest when he stilled for a beat. His bruising grip curling over her tender hips. Renewing his motions with gusto, he tilted her hipbones to change the angle and depth of his thrusts. She braced for further pain and was astonished when pleasure burst inside her skull every time he pushed in, making her scream with overwhelming need.

"Oh, you ready for more?" He asked circling his hips slowly and slapping her bruised butt, "Lucky for you, so do I. This hole is spongy and even tighter than your cunt. It feels like you're cutting my fuckin' cock off! There's definitely more medicine for you inside my injection. Ready or not here I cum!" He laughed at his own joke but this time he started moving carefully. He trapped his tongue between his white teeth as his mind concentrated in combining short and long thrusts. Soon he was drilling into her like a jackrabbit, making her scream and push back. He alternated his movements with hammering motions that felt like he was sticking a knife into her. Fast then slow; short then long; pleasurable then painful. His hairy balls slapped her cunt with a wet smack. By now, she was completely out of it and he grinned.

"Tighten up bitch..." he growled before leaning forward to catch a tender nipple between index and thumb fingers and twisting it until she reared and bucked like a filly. He laughed as she impaled herself, tightening around him. Her body seemed unable to decide which punishment to take: Her ass or her tit. He chose for her and released her tit before pulling out of ass and slamming back into her swollen cunt.

At this point, he did not giving a fuck about hygiene, her pleasure or her health. He nailed well and good as he'd originally planned. A low grunt left her lungs as he castigated her previously untried cunny until his lust won over and rammed back home into her ass. His frantic prodding forcing his turgid flesh into first the top then the bottom hole. She stared with unseeing eyes as he circled his hips around until his cock blew its load up her ass; taking her along for the ride. His orgasm triggered her, his movements turning spastic in a failed attempt to prolong the pleasure by shoving in every inch as hard as he could cram inside her body to plug her up. The sensation was so intense she finally blacked out. Spent, he fell atop her, groaning softly as her body contracted harshly around him long after her orgasm was over.

She woke up to a world of pain, her pussy throbbed making her groan as she tried to sit up. Pain lanced through her bottom, forcing her lie back and take her weight off it. Dimly she realized she was dressed. Her eyes flew, searching for Sean. He was also dressed. He turned, noticing she was awake. He smiled.

"Hey! Wake up sleepy head! I've got great news for you, Chrissy!" he stated cheerily, "You're cured, Chrissy!" He panted, watching her through half-lidded eyes, "Hey, don’t go telling anybody! This will be our secret! I won't tell a soul that you had Cunt Rot, so you don't mention it either. Let me know if you ever need another session, ok? Oh, and throw the lock on the door when you leave, sweet cheeks." He messed her hair, ignoring her flinch, turned and left whistling softly. Leaving her alone to drag her pained body home. She was sore all over but specially between her legs. It had been a terrible ordeal but overall, she was happy because her pussy was not fallin' off anytime soon.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid! You bled for a day before mom caught on and took you to the hospital where they shot you full of needles anyway. You never told and it never fell off either but he really gave you Cunt Rot!" She grumbled. From that moment on, she tried her best to use rubbers with her clients. Nevertheless, some insisted in going bare. When she denied them, some used force and others offered to pay extra to get out of using 'em. She smiled with satisfaction. By the time the men who normally forced unprotected sex on her realized what'd happened, she would be long gone.

"After all, herpes can be treated. If you have to live with it, so can they. Sean is another matter. We'll get there and kill him before leaving for good... Yeah, we'll fuck'm good, ream his ass a coupl'a times then kill'm. Yeah." Her malicious cackle pierced the twilight as daylight faded into shadows.


I think it's no good. What do you think?