Memoir of a Child Slut/Chapter 6

We didn't talk about Cassie's kid-gasm. We hardly even spoke while I was doing it. I would ask her if something felt worse or better whenever I mixed things up, but she mostly just stared down at me with a big smile on her face while I ate her out. She seemed a little shy the next day, but otherwise nothing changed right away. We still stripped down for our baths together and had fun with Carrie and Cassie's Nudist Fashion Show or doing gymnastics in the living room. But one night after horsing around on the couch together she turned to me with such an honest yet shamed-filled question.

"Carrie? Why's your vagina... hairy?"

To be clear, I may have been 11 but I was a very late bloomer compared to other girls in my class. I did have some wispy pubes on my lips but I wasn't sporting any kind of bush. Yet that was enough of a change in my body for Cassandra to take interest. And the fact that she hadn't cared to notice or mention this interest in my body parts prior to that climactic night in her mom's bed told me that she was just starting to see things differently.

Of course I had so much I wanted to tell her. Not just to satisfy my own perversions, but so that I had someone I could talk to about those things. But instead of a floodgate of overwhelming information, I fed her a slow trickle of my sexual knowledge. We talked about periods one day and boobs the next. After a few days she was openly asking about boys. Then we talked about kissing. Then we tried it. After another week we were playfully groping and fingering in the bathtub and a week after that we were doing it everywhere.

Being able to reverse the role I had played with my cousin was empowering. I better understood Kerri and the control that she seeked, the desire to use people, to bend others to your will. That was her superpower. It wasn't mine though. I was always more of a giver than a taker, and giving Cassie the closest thing I could to a real teenage orgasm is what got me off the most.

And yet the more that I teased and manipulated Cassandra the more I wanted to control her, to dominate her. A sick, dark, twisted part of me did not even want control, but wanted to utterly break this pristine little girl, to just throw her into a pit full of fat veiny penises and watch the cum fly and her holes fill. But a whole different part of me just wanted a cute little sister that I could cuddle, comfort and cry with forever. I wanted to be for her what Tom wasn't for me; just a sibling that she could look up to. And the fact that I could teach and mold this little sister into whatever I wished or needed was just a perk. After everything, I still don't know which side of me was stronger.

There were lots of days where we were otherwise totally normal, just hanging out, talking, watching videos, but Cassandra loved when I ate her out. It became a bit of a ritual for us, a new way for us to unwind before bed, Cassie opening her legs for me with a nervous smile. I always took my time with her new "goodnight kiss". She would stretch out her limbs and curl her toes as she slowly cooed between heavy breaths. It was a lot of work to push all of her buttons just right and get her mind focused but the result was well worth it, savoring the intimacy and drawing out her pleasure. I massaged her thighs, nipped at her pelvis, licked her inseams, pawed at her pussy. Every now and then she would sit up to play with my ponytail or pull my face up to kiss me, and I knew when I'd pushed her as far as I could. Sometimes she would describe a sexy dream or dirty thought to me while I munched between her lips. She always got off the hardest when she closed her eyes and explored her naughtiest self with me.

Fully fingering Cassie was harder, not only because she was so tight but because she didn't get very wet yet. That wasn't going to stop me though. Just before her 8th birthday I spent a whole Friday afternoon outside of an adult video store trying to give money to men to buy me a bottle of cherry flavored lube. Strangely no one was willing to talk to a little girl standing on a street corner. Most of the adults who did talk to me would tell me to go home or try to lecture me. Although that didn't go very well, what did work was coming back on Saturday night and offering free blowjobs. I was shot some astounded and disgusted looks and laughed at by various groups of drunk people, but I only needed one adult to take me up on my offer. It didn't take long. After I lured two college guys into a dark alley I got multiple different bottles of lube, all of them for free, and two creamy snacks to boot. They also offered to test out my lube with me, an offer that I was only barely able to refuse.

The disappointing thing was, despite what I went through for the lube, I mostly stopped using it after only two nights. It definitely helped me finger Cassie silly and brought back all sorts of fun memories, but the lube masked Cassie's wonderful natural flavors. Befitting a sweet little girl, her sweet little vag had a mild honeydew essence to it, an occasional hint of green cucumber joining the party from time to time. I weirdly only appreciated her unique flavor after I covered it up with something artificial. It's like not knowing what you have until it's gone. It took a lot more work to finger her without any lube and I can't say I never used it on her, especially when we would stay up on Fridays and bang late into the night, but she was always worth the extra effort.

Cassandra liked the lube though and used it constantly. She used it to play with herself when I wasn't there, often during the weekend since her mom slept well into the afternoon. She also loved slowly grinding herself against my bare lubed leg while we cuddled on the couch watching cartoons. And she learned to enjoy sixty-nining with me because she could turn my crotch into a popsicle. There was one time she got especially silly and rubbed it all over herself insisting I use her body like a slip-n-slide. Our sliding turned into the closest I've ever come to scissoring someone, but we both agreed that having her ride my face was a more enjoyable experience for both of us.

At some point I started plucking my pubic hair so that Cassandra and I matched. It was painstaking (and inducing) stuff, but I couldn't wax and I wanted to be as smooth as she was. We would spend lots of time just comparing each other, slowly massaging our privates and poking each others holes. The shivers I would get when her slender fingers brushed along my hairless lips were so strong that I can still feel her touching me even today. Eventually I would just shave my unwanted hair, but for quite a while I would inspect my pussy every day for even a single sprouting little follicle that I could yank to help keep me as baby smooth as Cassie.

There were a few times we even tried anal. I remembered Kerri and her friends talking about how you could take way bigger things in your butt than your vay-jay and my desire to defile Cassie gradually got me to talk her into it. This agreeable little girl got onto her hands and knees, smothered her butt with lube, and spread her cheeks wide just so I could scratch an itch. But it was an itch worth scratching.

While I could hardly finger her pussy with a single digit, I could plunge into her ass with two. The depth and speed I could fingerfuck her bum with really did get Cassie going. She would scratch her clit senseless while I stretched and prodded her butthole. It was even more fun to finger her ass while eating out her pussy, my sexy little nymph twitching and moaning my name with her small delicate voice. Sometimes I'd lube up both her holes and pinch my fingers inside her, touching the tips of my digits together through her inner walls. She claimed she didn't know if she liked that, but it always got her squirming. Unfortunately there was one time I got carried away.

After fucking her with a series of ever lengthening carrots, and watching her back arch and legs shudder from pushing into new untouched depths, I went in search of something even bigger. I made her lube up a long curvy cucumber, so she knew exactly how big it was, and I slowly went to town. It was skinny, but still a cucumber. She was such a good girl. She never asked me to stop. She never complained. She just gasped and whined while I somewhat viciously stretched her anus and distended her stomach. She said "it's in my tummy" at one point, and I reached under her to feel her insides shifting behind her belly button. It was the hottest fucking thing to feel that vegetable penetrate into that little girl so deeply and for her to take it so bravely. I couldn't help myself. I spanked her pussy and fucked her harder. I wanted her to take every inch. If I could have strapped that thing to me and bottomed out in her proper I would have. Despite going overboard, I'm only a little ashamed to admit that I did get myself off while violating Cassandra with the produce her mom had bought.

It was only after I came that I could tell I went too far. With the cucumber removed, Cassie was still playing with her pussy and apologizing over and over. I asked why and she said for not having an orgasm yet. I offered to switch back to the carrots, thinking she wanted something else. She didn't reply, but she lifted her butt a little higher, submissively waiting for me to violate her again. That's when I noticed her tears. I heaped praise on her and stroked her hair while spooning her gently on her bed. I told her that I didn't mean to be so rough and that she can speak up when something hurts. After a bit of lotion and an extra long goodnight kiss she was feeling better but I limited produce to special occasions after that.

A few months before my 13th birthday my breasts started to come in. Cassandra was more excited than I was. She loved touching them. Even when they were well under an A cup and very sensitive she wouldn't leave them alone, she'd just do it softer or slower until I stopped complaining. I don't know why she was so obsessed but she wasn't trying to be mean; it's just that after spending so much time together kissing, rubbing, and cuddling each other any sense of personal space had long been discarded. So clothed or not Cassie would often squeeze and grope my budding preteen titties if only to remind herself what they felt like. In the same way some girls constantly play with their hair, Cassie could not stop grabbing my boobs.

When we were snuggled up on the couch together she would squirm her way behind or on top of me. Even if she started out as the little spoon she would eventually worm her way free so that she could put her hands on my body. Cassandra's fingers would fidget ceaselessly. She'd draw lines up and down my body from my sternum, large circles around each boob and tight circles around my nipples. She would watch each nip stiffen, then relax, then make them stiff again, laying her head down on one side of my chest so that she could watch her fiddling fingers up close. My belly button was off limits because I was ticklish there, but sometimes she could talk me into letting her finger that too.

Being clothed hardly helped me. She would pick at the fabric then pet and grope my chest through shirts and training bras alike. Keeping her hands busy seemed to be the most important part but that wasn't always enough. She would often work her hands under my shirt so she could gently tug at a nipple or trace my compact areola. You can imagine she loved button up shirts for this reason, but she would happily lower my tank tops, lift my t-shirts, and even unhook my bras without so much as a warning if she felt they were in her way. It was as if I had no right to keep my tits from her.

Depending on what she was doing, there were times that all this attention was soothing. But other times her constant pawing, rubbing, and tweaking of my chest would drive me so crazy that I would eventually snap. That typically meant I'd push her down, strip her of whatever she was wearing, and finger her sweet little snatch raw. That always seemed to make her giggle, me forcefully stripping her body. But her amusement only made me bang her harder, wanting her to submit and squeal for mercy... so I could then not give it to her. I wanted to leave her as frustrated as me, but I could rarely hold back. I'd fuck her upside down and sideways when I got carried away. Part of me thinks that's exactly why she did this stuff, to push me over the edge, although her titty obsession seemed sincere.

Despite so much fooling around we rarely slept in the same bed. That little bit of distance was one of the only ways I could keep her under control. When I tucked her in that was it, we had to stop. Those boundaries helped both of us sleep and give me time to sort myself out for the morning. Amy's bed was also a lot comfier. So the one time we were caught sleeping together in Cassandra's bed felt really unfair.

It all happened because of an especially heated goodnight kiss. She pulled out my ponytail when I drew out her second orgasm and she managed to squirt a little after her third. I riled Cassandra up so much that she insisted on returning the favor. She was nearly 9 then but that was the first night she made me cum by herself. Her pointy little tongue flicking up into my clit had me panting and twisting on top of her sheets while four of her slender fingers stretched my pussy. When I came I only wanted more. I dragged her up beside me and we kissed, groped, and talked dirty late into the night. So late that we fell asleep

Waking up to Amy hovering over the two of us sharing Cassandra's cramped single bed was startling to say the least. And Amy could not have been pleased to see her threadbare little girl sleeping next to her equally naked teenage babysitter. I can't imagine we looked particularly innocent, sprawled over each other with legs intertwined in a deep slumber, but at least there weren't any fingers left in compromising places. I couldn't tell if the room smelled like sex or not since we'd been marinating in the aftermath our passion all night and was totally desensitized to, but we would have at least smelled sweaty.

I was quick to welcome Amy home and ask how her night was, trying to buy time to collect myself. Amy promptly pivoted back to me and what the two of us were doing. I delivered a "nightmare" excuse as believably as I could, merely an accident that I fell asleep with with her daughter. I'd just forgot to pack my nightie is all, although I'd also forgotten to pack it for many months at that point. Cassandra was silent through all of this, only nodding when her mom asked her to confirm my excuses. Our disheveled state and equally messy bed had to push the limits of believability, but I'd never given Amy a reason to not trust me. I'd always cleaned up any evidence of our antics, fastidiously tidying up after tucking Cassandra in every night. Although it was certainly a jarring thing to walk in on, Amy did accept my story with a look of concern, adding that Cassie was old enough to sleep alone, but left it at that.

I remember really wanting to shower but I was worried that Amy might grill Cassandra for more details of our night together if I left them alone. So I risked reeking of girl sex so that I could chat with Amy all bright and friendly through breakfast, trying to appear as exceptionally normal as possible and distract her from any suspicious thoughts. All this so I could be the first one to talk with Cassandra alone on our walk to bring her to school.

It was a hard conversation. It was all things that we both already knew but had never really acknowledged out loud. How risky this all was. How much we cared for each other. That we might never see each other again if Cassie said anything to anyone. She looked sad and guilty but agreed to be more careful. But as we hugged each other goodbye on the sidewalk in front of her school and whispered encouraging things like "it's okay" and "best friends forever" we also ended up kissing on the lips, and not a tiny peck either. That's not the best way to keep your sexual relationship with a 3rd grader a secret, making out with her in front of her school. Luckily nothing came of the kiss itself, other than a new realization.

My third mentor was also my student, and she had turned me into a lesbian.

There was a lot more to it than that of course. I cared for Cassandra more deeply than I had realized. It wasn't harmless fun anymore. I wasn't just fooling around or experimenting with some girl because there wasn't a penis available. I'd developed feelings that I had yet to acknowledge before that very public kiss. Feelings I hadn't had since Tom.

I didn't take it well.

Chapter 7