chapter 01

"Cunt."

I saw the priest twitch. Everyone between me and the priest twitched. Like the world had been shut off and on so fast that the lights hadn't dimmed. But everyone felt the twitch. And the reason it was turned off was perfectly clear. In the real world, inside a Catholic Church, 12 year old girls don't say, 'You Cunt'. Especially so that the priest hears it.

So the world had to be shut down so that no one thought about the significance of.

You Cunt.

But I saw the significance. In our Sunday School lesson for three weeks we talked about the beheading of John the Baptist. It was getting close to Christmas so one should know about the Herod family.

It seemed a shame that there was so little written about them. But if a little girl decides she wants the head of John the Baptist on a plate, she gets it. For doing a dance. Making the poor bastard horny to fuck her.

Killed his brother to fuck his wife and he wanted to fuck the 12 year old or 11 daughter.

That's the picture the Roman Catholic Church puts on little girls.

"I hate Church."

My parents already knew that. But as long as I was living under their roof, I was going to church with them. And I was to refrain from saying obscenities within the grounds and building of the church.

At home or at school it was okay.

"Pass the salt, Fuck wit."

"Eat me."

Mom would then pass the salt and give us both a look and we'd not say shit, piss, fuck, cunt, prick or cock. We'd talk about Church people on Sunday for sure.

"Fuck."

"Anny."

"It hurts. I think I'm poisoned."

They could see I wasn't bullshitting. I was feeling as pail as I must have appeared. I could smell the corn in the mixed vegetables. And I could still see everything.

My Mom helped me to the sofa and my Dad called the doctor.

"I don't give a damn if it's Sunday, she's fuckin' dieing."

My Dad hung up and looked at me looking at him.

"You're not going to die, Anny."

"I would like to hope so."

I closed my eyes and concentrated on not dieing. Every voice and every sound got through to me. I even spoke at the right times and I knew that the doctor was cutting me. And I heard him say I would be okay.

He was a cunt. He was the fucker that fucked me up and didn't bother telling anyone.

It was a weird trip and I felt reborn.

And all I could think of was sex. I stood in front of my mirror and looked at my scar. Then I looked at the rest of me. I had two tits. And between my legs, just above my cunt. Was a golden cloud of fine pubic hair. It made the difference. I was once a child without pubic hair. Then I was a young woman. The most dangerous creature on the planet.

"Give me the head of John the Baptist on a silver tray."

It wasn't what I wanted. I would have asked for John the Baptist on an island. With no one other than my highly paid servants. And they were not to talk to him until he licked my cunt.

He didn't even pretend to resist. He looked up my body on his way to my eyes. He would lick anything and everything for the pure heavenly pleasure of communing with a goddess.

He wouldn't bother with that line about eating peanuts out of my shit. In one look, he made it clear that I was the reason of the universe.

It seemed like forever before he ever worked his way over my toes. He sucked on all of them like he was giving me a blow job. He rubbed my big toe against his hard on. Then he finally broke from my feet to kiss my legs. I was dripping wet when he finally kissed, licked and chewed his way up to my golden cloud. I could feel him sucking in my smell. He made me wait no longer. His tongue worked its way over and around my cunt lips. Most chicks didn't like the word cunt. I loved it and I loved to have my clitoris licked. Licked with gentle desire. With hunger. Longing to see me convulse with my legs around his head, my hands gripping his head. Not letting him go and he not attempting the thought until he drank in my orgasm.

chapter 02

It was Sunday again. I knew from the sounds. Saturday was my favorite day. There was no time scheduled. Sunday was like a holiday from reality day. One of those dreaded holidays that the parents had chosen because they thought it would be a good experience for the family. It was a twice on Sunday and once Wednesday evening holiday contract. Signed in blood with the holy blood of the lamb and 10% Church tax. For the fuckin' Pope.

"Pope Holiday. Bring your family to our Churches we have built with your money, your grandparents money, money stolen from slain..."

"Enough Anny, eat your eggs."

I was hungry, so I did. And attempted to hold my mouth.

"Cunt."

"Anny."

"Tree."

I looked out and saw a tree. We had 4 in one backyard. There was also a driveway. Upon it, the Dixon family, the rain and two cars.

Today we were driving in Mom's car but since we were going to the holy place, Dad drove. I hit my brother and my brother hit me back.

"Bitch."

"Bastard."

When we saw the church we dummied up. I decided I would conduct myself as a lady. And try to seduce every man I could to think of sex inside a fuckin' holy place.

In the entrance, I dropped my purse so that I would have to bend over to pick it up. I didn't turn around to see who looked at my ass. I just walked away and let my hormones free. I felt like a bitch in heat. And some of the younger men didn't try not to notice.

I got one to follow me down stairs into the utilities room.

"What's your name."

"I'm Anny the Sex Maniac."

The boy giggled and touched my breast. When I didn't move, he ventured to kiss me. I reached down to rub his crotch and he twitched. And I laughed and kept rubbing his crotch until he had a hard on. Then I stopped rubbing his cock and ran my fingernails up his zipper. He had both hands on my ass. He twitched again when I pulled his zipper down and slid my hand inside his trousers and rubbed his cock through his underwear. He started getting a little nervous when he understood he would not be able to control himself. He held my hand so I couldn't take it out of his pants.

And I felt his cock throb. Then I felt the wet of his sperm. I rubbed him softly a little longer before hurrying off to my Sunday school class.

chapter 03

Finally it was Monday. Sunday night the young people get away with sitting alone up in the balcony as long as they are there and not heard. Better than on a street courner turning tricks to pay for a crack habit.

Like in some parts of the city. The Asshole of America.

And the boy that sat beside me was obviously aroused by my nearness. I lifted my right leg over my left, turning away from him a little so he could better steal a look at my ass. It was dark enough and near empty in the back balcony pews so no one noticed when I let my hand slide slowly down my ass. I rubbed between my legs just a little before touching the leg of the boy beside me.

We both watched the priest give his sermon. Not the sounds. We were watching to make certain we made no sound. Even when my hand rested on his hard on there were no sounds but the drone from beyond the balcony. He flexed his cock until I started gently squeezing it.

Getting his zipper down took half the sermon. And it was the sex part of it. His cock was right under the zipper. He came as soon as my finger found its way through the top of his underwear to the head of his cock. I had touched it with the tip of two fingers and he exploded on my hand. I rubbed his cum on his underwear to help disperse the evidence.

I took my hand out of his pants and rubbed along his leg and put both feet on the floor in preparation to stand for the last song.

Everyone but the bus driver and and old woman got off the bus. The rest of us were students going to a catholic school.

Kate, my best friend, has a father who is Moslem. He goes to a Catholic Church, but Kate told me he still reads the Koran.

"Anny, you look fuckin' dangerous."

"Thanks Kate."

If you think Kate and I are going to end up in the shower rubbing our tits together, you are absolutely right.

"What are you thinking, Anny."

"I could use some help on my Math, maybe you could come over and help me a bit."

"You come to my place and my father will cook Asian food."

We'll forget the rest of the day till then. That was all I bothered to think about. In my history class all I thought about was lying naked with Kate. I tryed not to Imagine my head between her legs and her's between mine.

I tryed really hard all through the meal not to think of sex. Luckily, Kate's Dad didn't ask a bunch of stupid questions. He saved that for his work.

Kate's mother was his secretary at work. At home, he was her secretary.

After dessert, we went to Kate's room and she kissed me as soon as the door was shut. We kissed like friends and lovers at the same time.

"I like that."

We rubbed our tits together.

"Wanna have sex."

"What about your parents."

"They are going out. We'll open the books on the bed and when we hear the car leave, we have sex."

It seemed reasonable.

We didn't have time for the shower. By the time we had gone through kissing and touching and fingering each other's clitorises, it was time for me to go home.

It wasn't too far so I stuffed my books in my back pack and ran home. The rain soaked me through but I had hardly noticed. I was watching my feet hitting the puddles and splashing the water.

When I got home, I took a shower and rubbed my tits a little and after some short communications with my family, so they knew it was me in my room and not someone faking it.

Then I masturbated myself to sleep.


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