[This was written for me by a Fan based on true details as told to him by me]

I like fucking people up. Destroying shit. Fuck Mother Nature. You'll never catch me writing a goddamn poem about the pretty birds and lovely trees. I'd never write a goddamn poem at all. But if I did, it would be about shooting some fucking bird or burning down some stupid tree.

And on the day I'm going to tell about, I was definitely in the mood to destroy something.

It was late afternoon and the sun was slicing thorough the torn shade on the window, lighting up some dust mites in the air. I used my foot to push some empty beer cans and cellophane wrappers off the crappy coffee table, then rested my legs on it. I took a deep drag on my cigarette and inhaled the delicious poison into my lungs. The docs say this will kill me. Good -- what a way to go.

The worn out slut I was banging was at work, tending bar. She thought of herself as my girlfriend -- what a joke. This bitch -- no, I won't use her name, she wasn't worth it -- was your typical barroom skank. She was in her early thirties, tall and slim and washed out and starting to get used up. But not ugly. I don't fuck ugly bitches.

This cunt was useful to me cause I could crash at her place, get a meal, drink her booze, and fuck her whenever I felt like it. She never said no.

But that can get old after a while. And I was getting bored.

The cunt's kid was in the apartment somewhere. She was like twelve or some shit. She was skinny and getting tall and she stood on her legs like some awkward newborn colt who can't get its fucking balance. She had lips the color of purple plums. She would press them together tightly like she was trying to keep a secret but then burst into a laugh or a protest or a curse word she was trying out for dramatic effect. She had big hazel grey eyes that were always looking around, staring away, taking it all in. Not always saying much. But thinking.

Lately, this kid had taken to sitting on my lap like I was Santa fucking Claus or something. She'd get excited and bounce up and down. I would have pushed her off, but I could feel the cleft of her little cunt hitting my dick and, I gotta admit it, I'd get hard. It was a cheap thrill but hey, what isn't.

I had a vague sense this little bitch knew what she was doing too. She'd jump off my lap to go somewhere and she'd quickly look back over her shoulder right into my eyes. Like she was asking me something.

But I hadn't really thought much about it. Or about her. Until that day.

Right about then, she came padding into the living room. She had on this thin little cotton robe and not much else.

She sort of jumped when she saw me. I think she thought I'd left the house when her old lady went to work. Then she said "Oh, hi," like she'd known I was there all along. I didn't say shit, just took another drag on my cig and stared at the dust mites floating around in the air.

She goes, "Hey, can I have a cigarette?"

"No."

"Come on -- please?"

"Fuck off."

She made a face and pouted. I just kept smoking.

Then, as she's standing there, pretending to look at some magazines that were scattered on the floor, she sort of takes her hand off the robe and it opens up a little. I can see the pale skin between her little tits -- they were barely tits, just those little mounds that brats like her get at that age. I can see the edges of those mounds.

Now, at this point, I know for sure what this little cherry is up to. I'd have seen it months ago if I'd been paying any attention to her at all. And I'm about to tell her to close her fucking robe and get out of my face.

But then I think. Shoot the fucking bird. Burn down the goddamn tree.

I take my pack of cigs and throw them on the floor by her feet. She looks up at me slowly. I say "Go ahead. Have one."

She starts to grin a bit but quickly catches herself and tries to act all cool. Like it's no big deal.

She pulls out a cig and puts it in her mouth. She looks at me again and I toss her my book of matches. She gets the cig lit and guess what -- she smokes it pretty good. Must have been swiping from her old lady's stash for some time. That just pisses me off. Little pussy has a lot of gall.

I just wait.

After she's done, I get a bottle from the kitchen and come back. "Want some whiskey too?"

"Um...yeah, ok."

"Come here then."

She walks up to me. I am a foot taller and look down at her. I run my hands through her hair by her neck. It smells fresh, like Wella Balsam shampoo.

She is almost holding her breath and gazing intently into my eyes. I get the sense she wants me to take her in my arms. To hug her.

Fat chance.

I take a swig from the bottle, then say, "Close your eyes and open your mouth." She does so with a little grin -- oh fun, a game! I stick the bottle neck in her mouth. With one hand, I hold her lips around the opening so she has to drink. With the other, I grab her hair and tip her head back.

Whiskey runs down her virgin throat, scalding it, burning into her stomach. She gags and starts to struggle but I hold her tight for a few more seconds then release her. She hacks and splutters, eyes tearing, whiskey spraying from her mouth.

I wait until she stops. "Good girl. Want some more?"

Her eyes are watering and I can tell her throat and stomach hurt. But she looks at me for a few seconds, then looks down and breathes in deep.

"Yeah...Sure."

I repeat my actions and hold her head back even longer. Again, the spluttering, the coughing.

I stop there. I don't want her too drunk. I want her to feel and remember.

I let her go and she wipes her mouth and eyes. I walk a few feet away and look at her.

"Strip. Lose the robe."

She smiles. She starts vamping, dancing toward me and looking over her shoulder seductively while starting to inch the robe down.

I interrupt her. "No, not like that."

I step over and yank the robe roughly off her shoulders and arms. She stumbles a bit. I toss the robe on the floor ten feet away.

She's now completely naked. She blushes a little. Her hands start to move to cover her pussy but she catches herself.

She shifts from foot to foot while I stare at her body. Small cupcake titties, creamy white with nipples like two fresh raspberries. Small belly button on a flat girlish tummy. Tawny blond hairs glazing over but not hiding her pussy lips and pink slit.

"Turn around and bend over and pull your ass cheeks apart."

Pause.

"Wha-what?"

"Turn around..."

I grab her elbow and roughly spin her around.

"... bend over..."

I grab the back of her neck and double her over.

"...and spread your ass cheeks!"

Her blush deepens. I see it climb up her neck. She hesitates, then slowly reaches around and pulls her cheeks apart.

I stand for a minute and look at her small pink puckered asshole. Yum.
I squat down for a closer look. She can feel my warm breath on her tender young buns.

I let the urge build up inside of me, then stuff my face in her ass and lick that sweet hole. I feel her stiffen -- she didn't expect that. Dumb and innocent.

I lick away, deep as I can. Delicious.

I pull my face away. I stare at her tiny pink circle, now lubricated by my mouth. I lick a finger and stick it up her ass. She stiffens again.

"Is that...is that up my bum?"

"Good guess."

I feel around inside her. No man -- no person except maybe a pediatrician -- had ever touched her insides. It's all mine, to poke and pervert and pollute and poison. Wonderful.

Her hips start to push my finger deeper into her ass. She's getting hot. I get an idea.

I say, "Let's play the bouncy game. You know what I mean, right?"

She gets a little grin. She knows.

I sit on the couch. She sits on my lap facing away from me and positions her pussy right on the bulge in my pants. Then, just like she's done in the past, she starts bouncing up and down on my lap.

"It's fun to tease me this way, huh?"

She grins again as an answer.

I lick my finger and reach around to rub her clit. It's hard and wet already. I use my other hand to gently tweak and squeeze one of her nipples.

Soon she's stopped grinning. Her eyes are squeezed shut and her breath is coming quicker.

Five minutes go by. She is grinding her pussy on my bulge and I can feel its heat and wetness through my pants. Her nipples are getting hard. Rubber nubs -- bumpy ones. Her arms and back and neck are tensing.

I watch her face and gauge when she is nearing her orgasm. A minute later she's panting hard and is just about to cum.

I quickly grab both her hands and stand up. She says"Hey!" and stumbles off my lap. I keep a hold of her hands and pull her to her feet. I quickly put my feet between hers to keep her legs apart.

She was right near her orgasm but now has no way of getting off. She can't finger herself. She can't rub her thighs together.

She cries out "No!" Her face clenches in frustration and her little hips and butt writhe in the air, trying to create a climax. I hold her tight. She continues to struggle and gyrate.

But slowly her ardor dies down. Her breathing slows. Her hope fades.

She relents.

She looks over her shoulder at me, pink-cheeked and confused. "Why'd you do that?"

I just look back at her blankly. "It's fun to tease people. Remember?"

She starts to frame a counter-argument. But then she stops. She looks off in the distance for a bit. Finally she gives a small shrug.

What can she say? Shoe's on the other foot now, you little prick-teaser.

I smile. "Don't worry, we're going to have lots of fun. Let's go to your bedroom."

She brightens a bit. "Ok."

Her room is toward the back. It's pretty small. She has posters of male rock stars on the wall. The bed is unmade. There are fashion magazines in piles everywhere. Her clothes are strewn all around. She has a few cutesy stuffed animals on the bed. I bet her stupid doll collection is still in the room somewhere, maybe in the closet. The room smells of girly perfume and make-up and Dove soap and yarn and cotton panties.

I can't wait to bust this little cherry wide open.

She sits on the side of her bed and beckons me toward her. I stand near her and she starts to undo my pants.

Ah. She wants to taste her first cock. Okay.

I kick off my shoes, step out of my pants and drawers, peel off my shirt. It feels good to be naked. My prick is hard and standing straight up. It feels so strong, like there is a steel rod running from my asshole to the tip of my dickhead.

She starts sucking my cock. Like a lot of virgins, she stinks at it.

I've gotten head from the best. I have high standards. In fact, Nanci's mommy sucks like a dream. Then again, she should: she's probably been sucking dicks for two freaking decades. She's probably had like four hundred cocks in her mouth.

In any case, Nanci's pathetic efforts are annoying me.

Then I get another idea. I'm scintillating today.

The beauty of this little cunt is she has no idea what normal is. So she has no way of knowing how perverse and degrading my demands are. Plus, I'm getting the sense that she wouldn't say no to any demand I might make. She's that kind of bitch.

I tell her what I want her to do.
Sure enough, despite her confused and reluctant expression, she does what I ask.

With great effort, she wedges herself between the mattress and the box spring, backing herself in until only her head sticks out. I then make her turn her head to the side and push her back even further so her head is now wedged under the mattress.

She is immobilized and helpless -- just the way I like it. I make her open her mouth wide.

Then, I take two of her dirty cotton panties off the floor and push them in the sides of her mouth, between her cheek gums and teeth.

Now her mouth is jacked wide open -- painfully so, judging by her little moans and gasps. And the soft cotton material covers most of her pearly whites, making accidental contact with my prick an unlikely occurrence. Her tongue is forced to stay in the center of her mouth. And her lips remain right where I want them.

I insert my hard cock in her little mouth. My dick looks like a giant monster in there.

And I start face fucking her.

She can only lie there and take it. I'm not at all gentle. I plunge in and out of her mouth like it is just another slutty pussy. Anytime I feel like it -- and I feel like it every tenth stroke or so -- I push my prick down her virgin throat. She gags. And that reflex action causes her juicy throat meat to massage my Johnson real nice.

At times, her mouth needs to be a bit wetter. When that's the case, I bend down and spit in her piehole. As I do, I see her face. It's red and tear-stained, her eyebrows knitted together in discomfort and panic, her cheeks distorted by the mattress pressure. She looks like a freak.

Ahhh. That please me.

I could cum like this. But that would not suit my plans.

I finally pull out. My cock is covered with the viscous saliva that comes from a good throat fuck. I lift the mattress and pull Nanci out by her arms. Immediately, she runs crying into the bathroom and slams the door shut.

No problem. I could use a break.

I lie on her pink-sheeted bed, my noggin on her pillow. I light up a smoke. I toss one of her stuffed animals up and down for a while. I pick up and read a "Nancy Drew Mystery!" (so the cover says) that was on the floor by her bed. Ten minutes go by. Then fifteen. The choking sobs coming from the bathroom start to die down. Silence for a while.

Finally, the bathroom door opens and naked Nanci slowly walks down the hall and into the room. She looks meek and embarrassed. She has rinsed off her eyes and cheeks but they are still red and blotchy from crying.

She stands for a moment in the doorway, staring at the floor. Then she looks up and whispers one word.

"Sorry."

I dig this little cherry. I can do fuck-knows-what to her and SHE apologizes. Fucking golden.

And I play right along with it.

"You SHOULD be sorry! What the fuck? I'm trying to teach you how to please a man and you run off bawling like a baby? Maybe we should stop right here. I don't fuck little girls. I like women."

She pleads. "No, please! Let's keep going! I'll do better! I'm okay now, see? It won't happen again! Please??"

I smile inwardly. I see I won't need to hold back the evil darkness inside me.

With Nanci, anything goes.

I bark, "Come here!"

She rushes over toward me.

I slap her full force. Her head swivels to profile. Her hair flies across her face, covering it. She keeps her head turned. I hear sniffles and her efforts to stifle them. I continue.

"I have no more time to waste with you, you brainless fucking cunt! Understand? Get your little ass on the bed -- now! Face up. Do it!"

She scrambles to obey. In two seconds, she is lying on the bed. She is trembling slightly, biting her lip and trying to hold back tears.

I have all sorts ideas for how I want to de-flower her. Sick ideas. My specialty.

I climb on top of her. I rest my full weight on her body. She is slim and light under me.

I grab the hair at the back of her head, then push her face against mine. I squeeze her cheeks with my thumb and forefinger to force her mouth open. I stick my tongue in. I want to consume her like an animal eating its prey.

I move my mouth onto her raspberry nipples. I suck and tongue them stiff, then nip them with my teeth so she jumps and cries out. They taste tart. I suck the little openings. She starts to murmur and writhe. I bite them again. She cries out in pain. Then I lick them again.

I want to taste her pussy. I head south and glue my lips over her cunt. I eat it like a fresh Georgia peach. I feel the suction of my lips against her inner labia. She tastes delicious.

I start flicking my tongue on her clit, pushing it left and right and up and down. She's moaning now, crying out when I hit a really good spot. I take my thumb and run the fat part against her opening. She is soaking.

I look around the floor and find a robe sash lying there. I pick it up. "Give me your hands, slut!" I tie her hands together behind her back. I place her on her back again.

I grab her ankles. I pull her legs toward her head. How far will they go? She is making little gasps. It's like putting her into a back-breaking wrestling hold. Damn, look at how I can stretch her!

I finally get her feet on either side of her head. She is panting and looking pained. Good. Let's see if we can go further. I put her ankles together behind her head and hold them in place with one hand. Ahh -- sweet!
She struggles, unable to relieve the pressure I'm putting on her spine and hamstrings.

I love how this type of position distorts a woman. It cuts her in half, makes her into a small, helpless torso. It makes her pussy and ass stick out and makes those holes gape open obscenely.

"Ok, you dumb, stupid twat, I'm gonna bust your fucking cherry. I hope it fuckin' hurts."

I spit on my free hand. I wet my Johnson with my saliva and position the fat mushroom head against her opening. I start pushing it in, increasing the pressure more and more.

My dick starts to enter her pussy but then hits her hymen. I push harder and harder. I hear Nanci start to make a noise that corresponds to the stretching of that protective membrane. The sound is rising in volume.

"Ayyyyyyy..."

The hymen breaks and my dick knifes into her. Nanci cries out. Then, all is quiet except for her panting.

"Kiss your virginity bye-bye, you little prick-tease. You're a slut now."

I start to fuck her. She's really tight at first and I can feel her pussy hole stretch with each thrust. Her rhythmic cries could be pleasure or pain or both. I start to build up speed. Her cunt loosens just a smidge. It gets greasier and greasier.

Ten minutes go by. Nanci's forehead is sweaty now. Her nipples and clit have hardened. Her eyes are closed and she is pushing her hips up to meet my thrusts.

This little cunt is about to have her first man-made orgasm.

I don't care. I'm focussed on how good her cunt meat feels on my dick. The walls of her pussy are like satin on my cock. It feels great.

She suddenly starts to cry out. Her head flaps left and right. I can feel her cunt meat spasm. It lasts a good thirty seconds.

She's a woman now. I guess.

But the best is yet to come. I'm building up to a rocket gush all my own. My dick swells even bigger.

Suddenly, as I'd planned all along, I release her legs. They smack feet first down on the mattress. In almost the same instant, I flip her on her stomach. "Oh!" bursts out of her.

However, that noise is nothing compared to the scream she let's out when I take my greasy dick and ram it up her ass. "Owww!! Oh, God!! No!! Please!!"

I'm not listening. I feel incredibly powerful. I've taken both her cherries in one day. And her asshole is even tighter than her cunthole.

"Take it out!! Please!! It hurts!! You're splitting my bum hole!! It's mmphhh!"

The last word is muffled as I push her face into the pillow. Shut the fuck up.

God, I love the feeling of having her pinned down like this, my cock buried to the hilt in her ass. I feel like I'm
king of all I can see. I feel like I'm fucking her on the edge of a mountain top, looking down on my realm from high in the air. Life is beautiful.

I am seconds away from shooting. A few more strokes should do it. My cock is throbbing and the cum tube inside is clenching in preparation. This is it.

I suddenly pull out of her ass. In the same instant, I grab her by the hair. I yank her in a semi-circle, sliding her head toward my crotch, her feet and legs away. I use the vise of my thumb and forefinger and force her mouth wide open. Just in time -- hot sperm erupts from my dick. One hot squirt, two, three. It tshoots right into her gaping face hole. As each load of gloppy jizz lands on her tongue, she gasps.

I throw my head back with abject pleasure. Each spasm is ecstasy. Each spasm is victory. Each spasm sets me free.

I fall backwards onto the mattress. I'm floating. Heaven on earth. Hallelujah.

I don't know how much time passes. Five minutes? Fifteen? I become aware of Nanci getting up and walking painfully around to my side of the bed. I lift my head to look at her.

She looks wrecked. Her thighs have smears of virgin blood on them. Her cheeks are stained with gobs of sperm. Her jaw has red marks where I squeezed it. Her eyes are wet. Her lips look swollen. Her hair is a tangled mess.

For a long moment, she looks at me searchingly with her big intense eyes. I wait. And then she says this:

"Did I do okay?"

I laugh and let drop my head back down again.

Do you remember the last line of the movie "Casablanca"? It fits here in the most dark, sick, ironic way.

"Louie, I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship."