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 Wisdom beyond her years.  A young girls passage to sexuality.  FOR ADULTS
ONLY

   This story is for your entertainment only.  It is neither there to
inform nor instruct you and the characters are all drawn from the author's
imagination.  Real children do not react or behave as has been depicted and
no attempt should be made to incline them to.  The repercussions to a child
are far too destructive for either morality or the law to permit.  It is
only in the confines of your imagination that scenarios such as this tale
describes that you can escape the strictures of reality.















































   The summer holidays had just started.  Six whole weeks of no school, no
homework, no sports lessons, no nothing.  Oh bliss !  Leanne sat up in bed,
the morning light peeping through the curtains and the sound of traffic
stirring in the housing estate she lived in.  Early mornings and late
evenings were the way it was, it being summer.  At thirteen, Leanne was
neither fish nor foul.  She had an increasing awareness that she was
female, but showed no outward signs of it.  She swung her feet out of bed
and looked at herself in the wardrobe mirror.  A small, skinny girl with
thin legs and short, almost boyish, mousey hair stared back.  In better
light you'd have seen her pale skin and grey/blue eyes as well.  She was
wearing a loose, baggy, shapeless nightie with faded patterns of dancing
clowns all over it.  It looked just like her, she thought.  At 4' 6", she
was small for her age, with that growing-spurt only just begun and her legs
less chubby and short than before.  It was half past six in the morning. 
She could hear her mother getting ready for work downstairs and the smell
of cigarette smoke detectable from her outside the back door.  Leanne knew
she had to get up and out before Mum or she'd be expected to be at Mrs. 
Beckett, next door, all day.  That was a horrible thought.  There was no
Dad in Leanne's life.  Wherever he was, he had never been around as far as
she could remember and her Mum was always a bit vague about him.  She had
the beginnings of a suspicion that even her mother wasn't too sure who he
was.  She clattered downstairs, her lemon yellow summer dress just thrown
on, some fairly clean ankle-socks and grubby trainers.  A bowl of
cornflakes and a squeeze bottle of juice and she was ready to get out of
the house.  Her mother was late as usual, rushing to make sure she had all
the clutter she needed as a sales woman in the local Walmart.  Leanne
yelled, "...going to Maisey and Dollies today Mum, see you layyyyy taaaaaa
" !  She scooted out and skipped down the drive, onto the path and towards
the park.

   The park was one of those woodlands the Council had taken over years ago
and done a bit of landscaping at the edges, but left most of alone.  There
was a sort of shallow duck-pond, a sandy bit that you used to be able to
paddle in but was now all duck mucky, and then the sort of paths that
people made for themselves to poke around in the wooded areas.  There was a
bit where some kids swings hung, a see-saw and a chicken on a spring lived
there, as well as a carpark with rather grotty toilets going green with
moss, nearby.  Leanne was used to filling her spare time up on her own. 
She had trouble from other kids at school for no reason she could
understand, which made her a bit of a loner.  Still, it was going to be one
of those gorgeous, hot summer days and there was plenty to do in the park.
She planned on making a den in one of the empty shipping containers lurking
in the trees, near the car-park.  At least one of them had no padlock, so
had to be worth investigating.  The ducks needed feeding, or at least
looking at, and she might actually go to Maisey's house to see if she was
in, too.  When she got to the park there was not a soul about.  Even the
dog walkers had either finished or were somewhere else.  Leanne decided to
look at the ducks.  It was quite a walk to the pond, which was all alone on
the far side of the park.  She walked quietly through the woods listening
to the birds and looking at the dappled sun peeping through the trees.  She
heard the snap of a twig, stopped and looked around, but nobody was there.
It must just be the birds dropping twigs or something, she thought.  The
ducks were around the edge of the pond, looking for interesting things in
the mud.  Leanne stood still watching them.  It was only after over five
minutes that she realised she was not alone.  Over on the other side of the
pond was a thin man in rather tight, dirty jeans and a sweat-top.  He had
got a bag of crumbs for the ducks and that was how she noticed him, when
the ducks decided to get their share of the rations.  He had a shaved head
and clean shaven face, plus a nice smile.  He was not good looking at all,
but his smile made up for that.  She waved to him but stayed where she was
and watched.  "Do you want to share my crumbs ?", he called to her.  It
seems like a nice idea, so she walked around the lake towards him and his
smiling face.  He asked her her name and did she like ducks.  Leanne said
she did and they both took handfuls of crumbs from his big bag to throw at
the ducks.  This was OK, she thought.  Crumbs for nothing and the ducks
were loving it.  The man said his name was Craig and he was just like her,
with nothing to do all day.  When the crumb supply was exhausted, he
suggested they take a seat on one of the benches set back nearer the trees
and watch the ducks from there, which Leanne saw no reason to refuse.  In
fact Craig seemed very nice.  As they chatted, she told him about her Mum
and her work, school and her horrid class-mates and the fact that she'd
have to stay out until Mum got back at around seven in the evening.  Craig
said he was out of work and lived in a bedsit downstairs at the back of an
old Victorian house in town.  They watched the ducks some more and before
she could excuse herself, Craig said, "why don't we keep each other company
today, at least until we have other things to do ?".  Without a good answer
why not, she tagged behind him as he strolled through the woods.  " what
did your Mum tell you about talking to strangers then ?", he asked her. 
She told him her mother said not to talk to them in case they were
molesters.  "Oh", said Craig.  "What do you think of me then ?" Leanne
thought for a moment and then said, " Are you a molester then ?" Craig said
he wasn't exactly a molester, but he liked talking about rude things but
surely that didn't count.  Leanne said, "I don't think talking is wrong,
but I don't know any rude things to talk about anyway".  Craig said he'd do
the talking and she could just answer questions she knew about.  Leanne
felt quite brave and a little bit excited too.  This stranger was going to
tell her all about the things she wanted to know about, but wasn't going to
molest her.  It seemed too good to be true !  "Are you wearing any knickers
under that dress?", asked Craig suddenly.  "Of course", Leanne giggled. 
"Well it's better if you take them off while I talk to you about rude
things, in case they get dirty", said Craig.  Leanne wasn't convinced she
would get dirty, let alone need to take off the comfort of her knickers. 
"Look", said Craig, " we'll have to go somewhere to talk where nobody can
hear me, obviously, and it's gonna be a dirty floor if we sit down." He
told her that there was an open shipping container and they should go
inside it and talk in there.  Of course Leanne knew about it already, so it
came as no surprise.  `Just as long as you don't molest me", she said with
a grin.  Craig grinned back.  "Come on", he said and started walking more
quickly in that direction.  Leanne almost had to run to keep up.  Her heart
was pounding in her chest and she was very excited with the thought that a
grown up was going to tell her lots of dirty things !

   At the container, Craig heaved one of the heavy doors open and peered
into the gloom.  Under his arm, Leanne peered too.  It smelled a bit of
rust and mould inside and there were a few old tea chests scattered inside.
"Come on then", said Craig, "lets go inside and I'll pull the door nearly
shut, so nobody can peep in or hear us".  He grinned at her and stood back
to let her through.  He pulled the heavy door as far as it would go,
leaving a tiny, thin, streak of light at the gap.  Inside the container it
was pitch dark.  Craig told her to wait a minute until her eyes were used
to the dark and she'd be able to see enough to find a box to sit on.  Just
as said, her eyes became accustomed to the dim light and she found a box to
sit on.  "Pull up your dress so's it doesn't get dirty", said Craig.  "You
can see why I said you had to take off your knickers, too", he added.  She
did see, even if she didn't agree.  "OK then, fairs fair", Craig
added,"I'll take mine off too.  You can't ask fairer than that!" Leanne
thought there was something wrong with that reasoning but couldn't work out
exactly what.  While this was going through her head, Craig had pulled down
his trousers and was taking off his trainers so that he could get his feet
out.  Even in the dim twilight, Leanne could see he had no pants from
underneath.  His willie was there, in silhouette.  She had never seen a
mans willie before and it seemed rather large to her.  It was sort of
downwards but way from his legs.  she wondered how he could fit it in his
trousers ?  "There, now you", he said.  "Look, it's really dark in here and
I will hardly see anything, so you needn't be embarrassed", he said.  She
bent down rather reluctantly and slipped her thumbs into her knicker
elastic, than slipped them down and over he trainers.  "There", she said.
"Look, I don't want to doubt you Leanne, but how do I know you got nothing
else on under there", he said with his hands on his hips in a dim
silhouette before the crack in the door.  "Just bunch your dress up anyway,
away from the dusty box and sit down where I can see your legs all the way
up, OK ?" Well it was dark really and it was also beginning to turn her on.
He was treating her like a grown-up, something nobody else has done before,
so she bunched up her dress and hooked herself up onto a box.  "Sit
cross-legged, like me", said Craig, who then did just that, on another box
facing her.  God this was really rude thought, Leanne, but he hadn't done
anything bad to her and was still as nice as before so it seemed all right
to do as he said.  "OK", said Craig," now I'm going to talk about really
rude things and may even ask you to do stuff, but nothing awful, I
promise". Leanne's legs were shaking with anticipation and excitement.  She
was glad he could hardly see her.  He had however managed to seat her where
the light from the crack in the door, lit her bald cunt and wide spread
legs.  Silly bitch, he thought.  Leanne leant forward to listen to what
Craig was going to talk about.  "There are names for a girl's thingie which
men like better than it's proper name, Leanne.  You need to learn them for
when other men do sex to you.  Your thingie is a Cunt, or a Twat, or a
Minge.  There are plenty of nice, softy names, but men who have sex like
those names.  Can you tell me what is between your legs please, Leanne?"
"My cunt, Craig.  Or my Minge or, um, Twat", she giggled.  "That's right",
he said.  "Now your bottom has sex too, so you call it sex names as well.
Arse is the best, so that's what you got to call it." Leanne nodded in the
dark.  "I got some vaseline in my jeans, which I want you to rub onto your
cunt and your arse Leanne.  It stops you getting sore with the things I
will tell you to practice".  He had got a small shoulder bag that the
bread-crumbs had been carried in and he reached inside for a flask.  "Have
a coffee first though, in case you get cold", he said.  She didn't notice
the small white pill he stirred into her beaker with the sugar.  It was
really nice.  Warm and sweet and her hands got all toasty too from holding
the beaker.  Craig hadn't had a cup for some reason.  "Do you know why I
talked to you?", he asked.  Leanne shook her head in silence.  "It was your
lovely long legs, you know.  They are the best legs I've seen.  Has nobody
ever told you ?" Leanne was amazed.  She was also rather flattered as she
had never been told any part of her was nice.  "Here's the vaseline", Craig
said and leaned forward to hand her a plastic pot.  "I use it up my arse to
get fucked by perverts", he said.  Leanne had already pressed a scoop onto
her cunt and her hand froze.  "Go on, rub it in hard and into your arse
too", he said.  Leanne would have refused by this point but it seemed very
warm in the container and her defences were dropping as the pill kicked in.
She began studiously rubbing her cunt, up and down, up and down, in front
of Craig, who was slowly wanking in front of her.  "Don't forget your
arse", he reminded her.  She got another fingerful and hooked it into her
relaxed arsehole.  Craig nodded.  "I'm going to stop you being a virgin
now, but I'm not going to fuck you.  Leanne didn't know what `fuck'
actually meant, other than a swear-word, but her new `arse' and `cunt' were
feeling quite nice.  Craig was staring at her and that was nice too.  "I'm
going to have to actually touch your now", Craig said, but Leanne was past
caring.  She opened her legs as wide as they would go.  She wanted Craig to
do things to her.  He took his index finger and traced downwards from the
top of the soft mound of her cunt to the small opening that was developing
in her hymen.  He pinched her with his other hand, next to that hole.  Her
eyes were half shut and she had a glazed expression.  In his finger went.
The hole enlarged.  Then his thumb.  Bigger still.  There was a bit of
bleeding.  He put two fingers in and wrenched them up and down to clear her
vaginal passage.  Then he took a bunch of tissues and wiped her cunt,
followed by a great big blob more of vaseline into her new hole.  he dabbed
the wounded edges with an astringent to stem the flow and put a babies
nappy over his handiwork.  All the while Leanne stared vacantly at the
darkness, seemingly unaware of what had been done to her.

   Craig cracked the door open a bit more to let in more light.  He turned
to Leanne and wanked.  There in front of him, a girl with no tits, no pubes
and nice skinny legs was laying, legs wide apart after he'd finger-fucked
her virgin cunt to shreds.  Awesome!.  Outside there was a scuffing noise.
Craig froze, heart in mouth.  Oh God, don't be discovered !  He squinted
through the crack and to his relief saw Sammy and Nigel, two other perverts
he hung out with.  They were all into child porn but also fucked other men
and each other in as public a place as possible for the kicks.  Usually
they would fuck in the various public toilets, by the urinals with an
escape route into the cubicles if there was someone in authority coming. 
Many young boys had been shocked by what went on in front of them and one
had even joined in.  He was `on their books' now and never was without a
sore arse anymore.  He seemed to like it but they had mentioned telling his
school if he told anyone else.  Still it was nice to have access to him. 
Now Leanne was going to be roped in too.  Craig whistled quietly to attract
his friends attention.  They glanced around to make sure the coast was
clear and slunk in.  "Aw fuck Craig, you jammy fucker !" said Nigel.  He
was very scrawny, with a balding head and big nose.  He had the biggest
cock in town, too.  Sammy lifted the nappy and stared at the sticky, blood
streaked, bald cunt beneath.  "Bit swollen, innit ?" he commented.  The
other two nodded in agreement.  "We gotta get her sobered up, down from
this crap I gave her.  I recon a couple of Red Bull will bring her back
enough to talk and walk", said Craig.  So saying he started poring it into
her mouth until she had to swallow or choke.  This went on until the two
tins were gone.  The three perverts stared at the little girl.  Craig stood
her up while the other two held her there.  He slipped her abandoned
knickers back on to keep the nappy in place and they frog-marched her up
and down the container until she started to complain.  "Well done Leanne",
Craig said, with his usual smile.  "You snoozed off on me.  I don't
normally have that effect on people!  these two are Nigel and Sammy.  They
are mates of mine and now they are your mates too I suppose.  They had to
see you with nothing on and your legs wide apart .  We had to put that pad
over your cunt because you rubbed so hard it started to bleed.  I told you
to use vaseline, didn't I !" Leanne couldn't remember much of what had gone
on at all.  She was pretty sure she had put vaseline down there as Craig
had asked, but she couldn't be sure.  "Ooooo, I'm a bit sore there", she
said.  "Now come on Leanne, what is it called?  The `C' word.  Tell Nigel
and Sammy what is sore, properly.  Leanne blushed furiously.  She didn't
know these two men and they were definitely the sort of men her mother
would insist she avoided.  Still, they had looked at her naked !  She felt
a mixture of shame, disgust and depravity.  The depravity won.  "My cunt is
sore Nigel, Sammy", she said, in a quiet voice.  "Don't be ashamed Leanne",
said Sammy, another skinny man with thinning hair and thick glasses.  "
Craig fixed you up.  He'll give you plenty of pads till you're better
again. It'll only be a few days.  We're all really proud how much you can
do, babe".  This seemed to settle it among the three men and they all
walked towards the duck-pond again.  As they sat in a line on the bench by
the pond, Craig said, "I've taken some nice pictures of you Leanne.  Here,
they're on my phone, take a look".  Leanne frowned and bent across Sammy to
get a better view.  Picture after picture of her slumped back, legs wide
apart and her cunt and little pink arsehole in full view.  He must have
used the flash to get so much detail in the dark.  "I'm gonna put these on
the internet tonight", said Craig proudly.  Leanne froze.  "Please don't
Craig.  Someone might see them and know me!" she pleaded.  "Only if you see
us all day, every day these holidays", said Craig.  "Well fairs fair.  It's
not my fault you messed yourself up so, plus I'm paying out of my own
pocket so you can cover up from your Mum".  "OK, I suppose", said Leanne,
reluctantly.  Something wasn't right but she couldn't put her finger on it
and Craig's logic was faultless.  "Take the rest of the week off and get
better, eh?" said Craig.  "We'll meet you at the sports club car-park
toilets, next Sunday.  Be there at three in the afternoon.  One other thing
babe, when it's healed up, no more knickers when you aren't at school.  If
any of us here, or our other mates around town catches you wearing any,
you'll be in serious trouble." Leanne's eyes were wide with fear.  "If any
men grope up your dress or feel you up, you gotta let them do it.  It's
part of the lesson and it really isn't hard.  I'm going to put the word out
and after Sunday I want you to wander up all the back alleys, yards and
places you are scared of going.  My mates could be anywhere and they'll all
grope you, so I'll know, OK ?" Leanne nodded.  "Go on then, go home and get
better quickly babe.  Look, don't be so scared, you do as you are told and
things will quickly get much better than they've ever been.  Promise.  You
are just learning, that's all, OK?" Leanne nodded.  That seemed to be her
cue to leave and she turned and walked away.  Her legs were held a bit
apart by the nappie, plus her cunt was still quite enlarged with swelling.
The three men looked at each other and nodded.

   The next days passed very slowly.  Leanne would leave the house till her
mother left for work and then sneak back inside.  She watched daytime TV,
played with her X-Box and slept a lot too.  Her cunt healed up much quicker
than she expected, but it wasn't like before.  Now there was a long slit
which opened up when she opened her legs.  all sorts of shapes were inside
and she was sure it went in further than she could see.  She didn't want to
make it bleed again, so she didn't mess about with it.  As Sunday
approached, her anxiety levels rose.  Also the memories of showing herself,
nude, to strange, dirty old men made her feel very odd.  She went out of
the house carefully, in case the breeze caught her skirt and her Mum would
see she had no knickers.  With her heart pounding, she planned a route
round all the derelict and seedy parts of town, to prove to Craig she was
without knickers and he wouldn't put her pictures on the internet.  The
first place was a long footpath from behind the old cinema, next to the
railway sidings and into a building site that used to be a factory.  She
knew this was the sort of place Craig meant, because people were pestered
by flashers and a lady had been raped there a few years ago.  With her
heart in her mouth, Leanne slowly walked down the narrow path.  Nobody was
around until halfway along.  A fat man in overalls was coming the other
way. He looked harmless enough.  She stepped sideways, back against the
fence to let him past.  He gave her a friendly smile, but just as she
thought he would go right past, he stopped in front of her.  "You're
Leanne, aren't you?" he asked.  She nodded, to shocked to speak.  His fat,
dirty hand was already up her dress and fumbling between her legs.  Being
skinny with slender legs, no matter how much she would cross them, a gap
remained forever accessible right by her cunt.  Her face flushed bright red
in shame.  "Come on, legs apart kid", the fat man said.  She slowly spread
her legs and thrust her pelvis forward.  She felt so rude and disgusting,
but also very excited.  That was the scary bit.  She seemed to really want
strange men to fiddle with her.  Oh God, what was she becoming ?!  The man
patted her head and turned to go, leaving a very disturbed littler girl
with a rather strange feeling inside her.  Leanne carried on to the end of
the path.  Nobody else was there, so she went around the deserted building
site.  It was all mud and rubble.  No buildings yet.  She heard the sound
of mens voices from behind a heap of rubble.  She bravely peeped round and
saw a group of vagrants and homeless people.  She decided that they
probably knew Craig.  "Are you Craig's mates?  I'm Leanne", she said in a
trembling voice.  "Ye know what ta do bitch", said one of them, smoking a
cigarette butt.  She lifted her dress and parted her legs.  They stared for
a long moment, nodded and turned away from her.  She ran from the place,
filled with shame but with the strangest things happening between her legs.
There seemed to be something wet inside her and it was all around her
cunthole, from running, too.  She had run towards the back-to-back houses
that were due for demolition.  Between the back gardens was a narrow ally
full of rubbish.  She scooted up it and lifted her dress to look at her
cunt.  She was't sure this was right.  surely it wasn't right if wee came
out, but this was too thick to be wee.  She dabbed at it with her finger,
near the top.  The sensation from there was tremendous.  She carried on
doing it to herself.  she suddenly realised she was not alone.  A teenaged
boy was looking over a fence with a leering grin on his face.  "You just
gotta be Leanne", he said, "I can't wait for you to be ready babe".  He
turned and opened the back gate, walked over and grabbed her arm.  He was
not gentle and Leanne had no choice but to follow him.  Inside the derelict
house was a squat.  Several other young men and a handful of rather obese
girls had set up home in it.  Sleeping bags, rubbish and food-waste was
everywhere.  It smelt like a rubbish dump.  "Ere lads, look at Craig's
latest hole.  Said she'd be house trained this week.  Can't fuckin' wait !"
Leanne could sense he was talking about her, but his words didn't make any
clear sense to her either.  `House trained hole'?  What on earth did that
mean?  The boy pointed her at the front door and said,"Craig's changed the
plan.  You gotta go to them loo's right away".  Leanne, quite back to
normal from the disgusting atmosphere, fled.  Twenty minutes later, she
walked into the almost deserted car-park behind the sports centre and
headed for the toilets.  She was about to go into the `ladies', when a
quiet whistle made her turn.  Craig was peering out of the `gents' and
waving to her to come over.  "Come in here!  Be really quiet.  Go in the
middle cubicle and do ANYTHING anyone tells you.  I'll be at the urinals to
make sure you do.".  He grabbed her arm and hustled her into the empty
cubicle.  She shut the door and locked it with a twist knob.  At least the
seat was clean.  The floor was damp.  There were some sticky white blobs on
the floor too.  The walls were a foot above the floor, as was the door. 
There was writing all over the walls and a number of roughly made holes at
hip height with smooth, grubby edges.  She sat down, not sure what to
expect.  She peeped through one of the holes.  There was no one there.  She
looked the other way.  An eye was looking at her.  It disappeared, only to
be replaced by a man's cock !  She carefully held it in her fingers.  What
to do ?  The cock started moving in and out of the hole and she had to use
her fist to grip it.  Suddenly a jet of white stuff squirted out onto her
dress.  It was the same as on the floor, which solved one mystery.  The man
rustled about and left.  Very soon two new men had come in, one either side
of her.  She waited for the cock, but a piece of paper wrapped round a biro
was waggled through it instead.  She unrolled the paper and on it was a
scribbled message.  `Squat down and suck my cock', it said.  Yuk !, still,
Craig was the other side of the door, so needs must.  A long thin cock
poked through.  There was no loose skin on this one, just the shiney red
end.  She opened her mouth and closed it on the cock.  she was bent over
double with her backside against the other wall.  The cock was nicer than
she imagined.  It was warm, firm and didn't smell nasty.  She started
sucking hard.  There was a something poking around at her dress, behind
her. It had to be the other man.  She reached behind herself and lifted her
skirt out of the way and revealed her naked behind and slit.  A finger
poked into her cunt!  She was afraid it would bleed all over again, but
then Craig had told her she must let these men do whatever they liked ! 
The finger went right in and wiggled about.  She could feel that wetness
coming back again.  Oh what now !  She kept sucking and the finger kept
poking, followed by another.  That was pretty painful.  there was not
enough room in her.  She had the narrow hips of a pre-pubescent teen and a
very slim body.  There didn't seem to be anywhere for these fingers to go !
But as she sucked, she relaxed and a third finger joined the other two. 
There were quite a lot of wet noises coming from Leanne's cubicle.  Then
the fingers were pulled out, She felt very empty all of a sudden.  Then
something else started to slide into her cunt.  it was smoother than
fingers but a good deal bigger.  It was also longer and it was then that
Leanne found out that a cunt has a maximum depth.  The thing was pumping
hard into her and pushing her towards her sucking cock with each push. 
Something else was happening in there too.  She felt as if she was going to
explode with pleasure.  Just as the feeling became too much and the
sex-bomb exploded, the cock in her mouth, which was nearly pressed down
into her throat by now, squirted the white stuff into her.  She had to
swallow or choke.  It was actually rather nice.  Slightly salty, a bit
slippery, but not bad at all.  The thing in her cunt was now pumping really
hard and she had to brace herself on the opposite wall to keep from
falling. Her legs were rudely parted and her cunt was very sloppy indeed.
She risked a feel to see what was inside her giving so much pleasure.  It
was a cock !  Who'd have thought of that ?  Still, it was just fantastic to
feel.  Suddenly the pumping almost stopped, the man was making kind of
grunting noises and his cock twitched a bit.  He pulled it out.  Leanne sat
down on the toilet rather suddenly as she felt that she needed to.  She
felt a shit moving out and rather a lot of slimy stuff was dripping in big
globs from her cunt.  Her cubicle stunk of shit and cum, but right at that
moment, it didn't matter.  Leanne had found something she was good at and
God, she loved it.  Thirteen years old.  Hairless cunt.  No tits and
dripping semen from her very stretched young cunt.

   The toilets were empty except for Craig.  He tapped on the door.  Leanne
leant over and turned the knob.  "Well done babe!.  Now you gotta find some
guy to fuck your arse.  Then you'll know enough to be sent out to get
fucked by whoever, wherever, babe.  I'm proud of you babe, dead proud", and
he grinned at her.  "No more locked door babe.  If they wanna go in with
you, just let'em in".  The sound of approaching footsteps, and she let the
door swing to.  She looked down at her dress.  it was getting rather
sticky, so she slipped it over her head and stood naked in the men's
cubicle, short cotton ankle socks, grubby sneakers and boyish haircut.  She
wiped her mouth and used a bit of tissue to get the slime off the outside
of her little cunt.  It was slowly returning to size from the gaping hole
it had become.  There was some whispering going on outside her door and
then it swung open.  There were three strange men with their cocks sticking
out and their trousers off, outside.  They were very ordinary looking.  A
lot like her friends Dads.  In fact she rather thought one of the was ! 
Craig had closed the toilet door, hanging an 'out of order' sign on it
before doing so.  Leanne looked up at them , wide eyed.  One of the men
pushed her face onto his rather fat cock.  Leanne started sucking hard. 
she was a bit tired, but having sex done to her by grown-ups was too
exciting to stop now.  Craig was poking around in his shoulder bag and came
out with the pot of vaseline.  He started pushing a big blob into her
arsehole.  Followed by the now familiar finger routine.  "Smallest cock
first lads", he said.  The man who looked like her school friend's dad,
moved behind her and slowly nudged into her arse.  She could actually feel
it stretch more with each nudge.  Craig thrust a little brown bottle under
her nose and held one nostril shut.  "Breathe deeply for several breaths",
he told here.  It smelled of bleach but it made her head all woozy and she
arse just seemed to relax all of a sudden.  The man's cock slid slowly in.
She discovered that with a bit of effort, any size cock would go all the
way inside her.  There was no end to her arse, but it was very tight.  Her
hip bones were being pinched either side by the fat cock sliding in and out
of her.  The sensation was very different.  Feeling completely as if she
was just there as a hole.  Then the meaning of what that horrible teenager
had said, became sense.  She was a hole for men to fuck into.  She was
rather keen on the idea !  The men speeded up and both came into her at
about the same time.  She didn't get the explosion in her head this time
but she was very pleased with her efforts.  Almost immediately the last man
poked his much larger cock into her sore anus.  He wasn't careful at all
and Craig had to hold her down or she would have run away.  She nearly
passed out from the pain, but ultimately she felt very proud she'd managed
to cope.  The men were let out and she sat, aching, on the toilet seat,
emptying her arse of a great load of slimy semen.  Even Craig took the
trouble to wipe her off.  He tucked a roll of tissue into her distended
rectum to soak up any leaking juices as well.  "OK, enough for today, babe.
I'll text you what I want you to do from now on.  As you can tell, I got
some weird mates that don't want ordinary sex.  You are gonna be what they
fuck, OK ?" Leanne nodded, not a little pleased she could have an early
night.  So much had changed in just one day !  Only a week ago she was just
a skinny schoolgirl.  Now, well she was still a skinny schoolgirl, but she
also had been shown how to do sex with the grown-ups and she doubted many
of her friends could match that !  Not that she wanted them to know !

   `Day off, ten at nite on tow path by bridge, C' was on Leanne's phone
when she woke up the next day.  Everything was sore and bruised feeling. 
Her cunt was alright but her arse was very delicate.  She squirted
hand-creme up her back passage and around the rim, which calmed things down
a bit, plus she smelt of roses too.  Leanne couldn't wait all day until the
evening to have sex again, so with a short skirt, actually her school
uniform from last year that she'd out grown and a tummy-bare t-shirt on the
top, no socks this time, just sneakers, she wandered off to see who would
insist she let them fuck her.  She'd already worked out that Craig was
exactly the sort of man her mother didn't want her anywhere near and that
he was a complete pervert.  She rather suspected that her own behaviour was
far from normal either, mind you, it was absolutely fantastic to do.  She
also had decided that it needed to remain her secret.  If any normal adults
found out what she was doing with all the dodgy perverts, they would put a
stop to it and put an end to the fun she had just discovered.  To that end,
she was way ahead of Craig, but she still needed him to send the weirdo's
after her so that they'd try to fuck her.  That was the whole point of it.
To get fucked by weirdos.  She grinned inwardly.  Now, where to go ?  The
park toilets.  She hadn't been into the `gents' side before, but it
couldn't be very different to the sports club ones that Craig lurked around
in.  Nobody about, she crept in.  Only two cubicles.  One empty, one
occupied.  She tiptoed in and looked for the holes in the wall.  These were
brick and to the floor, but they did have holes bored through the plaster.
She closed the door, but didn't lock it.  Craig was right.  Let men find
her.  She wasn't going to stop them or say no, that she was certain of. 
She looked through a hole and an eye looked back.  she stepped back to the
far wall and lifted her skirt so that whoever was watching would know it
was a little girl who liked sex.  There was a pause.  The pen and paper
roll came through.  `Do you take cum?' was written on it.  She wasn't sure,
but she thought she did, so she wrote `yes, in my mouth my cunt and my
arse'.  She pushed it back through the hole.  There was the sounds of
clothes being put on, then the flush was operated and then her door swung
slowly open.  A man in running shorts and running gear stood there with a
huge bulge in his shorts.  the last inch of a wet cock was poking down one
of the legs and exposed.  The man was balding but tanned and looked rather
handsome to Leanne.  He was surprised how small she was and seemed unsure
if he should try to fuck her.  Leanne just looked up at him and said ," You
do whatever you like mister, just don't break me or I'll get into trouble".
The man then turned her to face the toilet pan and made her bend down with
her face nearly touching the yellow urine inside.  She braced herself with
her little hands gripping the seat either side of her head.  The smell of
men's urine was already stamped with the pleasure of being fucked, in her
mind.  This was going to be good.  As usual the fingers forced her tight
cunt open and very quickly she was dampening up.  By finger number three,
she was ready and gasping.  The man eased his thick cock into her tight
cunthole.  She was breathing heavily as this was almost too much to bear.
The man quickly started fucking her and before she was anywhere near ready
herself, shot his load into the back of her cavity.  He had uncoupled and
left before she realised he was gone, her head still tucked in the toilet
bowl and her skinny schoolgirl, naked arse poking skywards.  Her posture
ensured that the man's semen remained inside her.  As she was about to turn
round and get up, when another cock nudged against her slimy cunt lips.  It
pushed in hard.  It was neither very long nor very thick or even very hard,
but it was a perfect fit and as the owner slowly fucked her, fingering her
ready lubed anus and feeling her flat stomach and flat chest without any
prominent nipples ye.  She could feel the sex explosion building and
building up inside her.  As she got closer, she became more and more
animated and vocal.  The man placed his hand over her mouth and under her
throat, partly choking her, which made the fucking even more profound.  The
owner of the cock sped up the pace until, just as she came and came,
shuddering and barely conscious, he emptied his watery semen into her
sticky, slime filled cunt.  The man stood behind her and left his cock in
her cunt.  He was holding her firmly in place now.  No longer gentle, but
obviously determined for a followthrough of some sort.  Leanne's legs were
very wide apart, almost out to either side of her and her sore, used cunt
pointing upwards with he arse in the air.  Slowly a warm sensation filled
her slippery cunt.  Then it felt tight and then she felt her legs awash
with warm wetness.  The man was urinating into her cunt.  She held her
breathe, trying not to move a muscle in her cunt so that no more would
escape.  The man had turned and had left for several minutes before Leanne
felt confident enough to try to stand up without emptying herself.  She
stood, with wet legs and sopping trainers and her legs clamped tight, doing
her best to keep as much piss inside her for as long as she could.  She
thought about how it would feel to be discovered in such a precarious
condition, how to explain it even and then standing while it all leaked
around her onto the floor.  As she contemplated this, there was a sudden
noise at the door and one of the boys from her class stood at the door,
mouth open in surprise.  Her control slipped and her cunthole emptied on
the floor, splashing everywhere.  Blobs of semen floated in pools of piss
and her legs were a mess.  The boy started to grin.  "You must be Leanne,
I'm Tommy, well you know that, but I'm with Craig too.  I was coming in
here to get fucked, but you've beaten me to it, haha !" Leanne grinned
back. "Come on then expert, help me clean meself up.  I'll carry my
trainers and walk barefoot I recon.  Bloody fantastic fuck, that last one
!" "That was old grandad Murphy.  He's always wanking in here, thats why
his cum is so watery.  He's a brilliant fuck if you've had loads of crappy
fucks, `cos he takes his time.  Look, can you manage a quickie up the arse,
my balls are bursting after the last shitty bunch of fuckers?" "OK, but do
me some where risky Tommy.  I want the infants to see me being fucked. 
They can't tell Mummy `cos they can't talk, but they'll get the picture in
their heads, whoopee doo !" The two horny teens dressed Leanne up again and
wandered of to the playground to find a spot where the kids could see
Leanne taking Tommy's cock in her arse without their parents seeing. 
Fortunately a strategically growing bush provided just such a cover and
Leanne watched the toddlers stare at her while young Tommy emptied his hard
little testes into her arse.  They were long gone before tiny pointing
fingers translated into mums following the direction they were pointing in.


   Leanne thought she should have a kip at home in the afternoon, if the
nighttime appointment turned out to be a long one.  The nights were mild
and long.  By half past nine the sun was only on the horizon and a long
dusk would follow, so her appointment didn't seem very strange, just later
than when she was allowed out at.  That meant sneaking out the back porch
and nipping over the fence when Mum took an early night, ready for an early
morning start.  What to wear ?  Leanne was getting a good idea what the
people who fucked her wanted.  Basically, as little between them and her
holes as possible.  Whatever she wore was always messed up, so going naked
would be best, if only she could get away with it.  She had a thin
parker-like jacket.  It had plenty of pockets for vaseline, tissues and the
little brown bottle of smelly stuff Craig had given her.  She took her
cheap mobile phone as well, just in case.  Leanne had some `sensible'
sandals she hated wearing, but for piss soaked, cum dripping occasions,
they were perfect.  Especially without socks.  She took a quick shower to
smell less gruesome, wiped out her holes with a `wet-one' and rubbed
vaseline everywhere that impatient cocks might want to go.  Then stark
naked, she put on he coat.  It just covered her cunt, so anyone looking
would have to imagine she had a very short dress underneath.  Nobody would
guess the truth.  "Ping!' Another text appeared.  `chng of plan.  Sammy
pick u up.  tk 2 plc .  Go to spts tlets.  C' OK then, go to the sports
hall toilets and Sammy would take her somewhere.  Off she went, across
town, keeping to the back streets.  On the way a drunk challenged her to
Craig's test.  Reluctantly she squatted down, legs apart in front of his
prone, stinking form, while he fumbled between her skinny thighs.  Once his
dirty finger had been into her cunt, then her arse and then into both while
he pinched the thin divide between the two with his thumb in her cunt, that
had made her gasp in pain, she backed away and scooted off.  She managed to
get to the toilets without incident and looked for Sammy.  There were no
cars and the toilets were locked for the night.  She stood there alone as
the sun slowly went down and the orange street lighting lit bits of the
empty car-park.  Suddenly a minicab snuffled into the gateway and flashed
it's lights.  Leanne ran across the gravel to the open back door.  There
was an Indian man at the wheel, who seemed to have very limited English. 
Leanne wondered if this was whom Craig had arranged to fuck her, but he
just handed her an envelope and said , " Mr.  Tommy pay take you this
place", and drove off .  In the back seat, Leanne closed her wide open
legs. The driver hadn't even turned to look at her, even in the mirror. 
What if he had ?  Anyway, she opened the envelope.  Inside was a page torn
from a ring-binder.  There was quite a message on it which took a bit of
deciphering in the passing street lights.  It said: ` L, you are going to
Benthams woods about twenty miles away.  This is not a particular bloke,
just wanted you to try your luck there.  A man has been raping girls late
at night.  The cops have just stopped the search so I bet he will do it
again.  If he gets you I want you to just do as he likes with you.  He can
do some weird shit.  you will love it babe.  If you need a lift home gimme
a ring.  chuck this note out the window, OK' Leanne's legs shook.  This was
serious.  She was being dropped by a man who couldn't speak English in some
woods miles away to be raped by a nutter.  What was she thinking ?  Damn
it, she was only thirteen !  She considered how she was, where she was.  In
a taxi.  Practically nude.  Prepared to be fucked.  She'd prepared herself
! No money and just her crumby mobile bloody phone.  On the other hand. 
This was real.  She might be properly raped.  Not pretend, organised fucks
like Craig normally did.  Craig wanted to wank about what was happening to
her.  He'd do it while it was happening to her.  IF it even happened.  No
guarantee this weirdo would even turn up.  With a bit of luck there might
be someone else there who would fuck her.  Maybe.  Maybe just get frozen on
her own till Craig decided she'd had enough.  Whatever.  The taxi was
slowing down in the countryside.  Ahead, the lights lit up a brown
countryside sign saying that Benthams woods.  The car-park was on the
right. The cab pulled up.  Not even in the car-park.  "We here", the driver
said and waited for Leanne to climb out.  The door was hardly shut before
the car roared off in a cloud of diesel smoke.  Leanne's eyes became
accustomed to to dim evening light.  there was a three-quarter moon and
everything was visible, if dimly.  She walked slowly into the car-park, her
sandals crunching on the gravel.  No cars at all.  Not a sound !  Still,
she had a job to do.  Craig wanted her to get herself raped by a proper
rapist, so she might as well go through the motions.  Fat chance of it
happening.  She dipped her hand into one of her pockets and fished out the
fresh pot of vaseline.  Best make sure he didn't damage her if he was
actually there !  She hooked out one fingerful and pushed it into her arse.
She tightened her sphincter and it disappeared inside.  It would melt to a
smooth, thick oil in there.  The same for her cunt.  No telling if real
rapists waited for you to get wet naturally, she thought.  She wiped her
fingers on a tissue and tucked everything back into her pockets .  Now,
there must be a path somewhere.

   The path, the only one she could see, ran along the edge of the
tree-line.  There were fields with something or other growing in them to
the right and woods to the left.  The path wasn't just a woodland track, it
was tarmac and there were at least two rather dim street lights where there
appeared to be a corner or two, in the distance.  The sign, which was very
hard to see in the dark said something about a supermarket.  Maybe that's
where the path went ?  Leanne pulled her short jacket down to make her look
horny but not slutty and slowly walked up the path.  There was a night
chill and her legs were getting a bit cold.  She pulled up her hood and
walked towards the lights.  Nothing.  Not a fucking soul.  She reached the
first light and leaned against it.  She was quite alone.  Leanne parted her
legs to smudge some leaking vaseline on the outside of her cunt.  There she
was, a four foot six inch thirteen year old, her coat pulled up to reveal a
bald cunt that she was stirring with her finger like a cup of tea.  Fifty
feet away a large, wirey man, as naked as she was, with nothing more than a
body-warmer and a massive erection, was crouching in the shadows.  Bloody
hellfire !  He pushed his greasy hair out of his eyes.  Was this real or
was he hallucinating ?  He looked again.  She must have just got tight
light coloured jeans, surely.  Maybe she was rubbing at a stain ?  It was
hard to tell in the poor light.  She moved off again, towards the next
lonely lamp post.  The last victims had all been caught between lamp-posts,
in the dim bit, but that was too well known now.  He was cleverer than
that. The hunt was part of the game.  He knew there was an old workmans hut
right by the car-park of the superstore.  It was in the deep shadows, was
empty and he'd knocked the padlock off earlier that evening.  Get her
there. When she thinks she's home and dry.  Scare her shitless and fuck her
without mercy.  Oh yes !  He followed her to the next light, a bit closer
but keeping to the shadows.  Leanne was not entirely unaware of his
presence.  As she walked between lamps in the darkness, she had glanced
behind herself and seen the silhouette of his naked legs, his low hanging
testicles swinging between them.  Now at least there was going to be some
sex out of this crumby idea.  She slowed her walk to an amble.  When was he
going to make his move ?  By the time she had reached the carpark and was
lit by the sodium lamps scattered about there, she had given up.  He must
want a big breasted woman, not a kid like her.  She hugged her arms about
herself, her thin little legs covered in goosebumps and her feet freezing
cold.  Just as she felt as if she should ring Craig for a lift, she was hit
by a truck !  She was lifted of the floor and a huge hand smelling of urine
and tobacco clamped over her face, smothering her !  At last, she thought,
a proper nasty pervert !  The man smelt unwashed and had strong underarm
odour.  As she dangled there, off the ground with his erection stabbing
against her anus, he felt around her bald genitalia.  Thinking quickly,
Leanne realised she should at least put up a struggle.  She could make his
efforts to invade her holes easier, but still wriggle about and pretend to
be scared out of her wits.  In reality, she actually WAS scared.  He might
want to kill her.  Might want to hurt her.  She hoped it was just sex
though.  The man was both big and very strong.  He hissed into her ear, "
keep fucking quiet bitch and I won't hurt you.  I hope you like cum, `cos
you're gonna be dripping with it before we're done".  This seemed like good
news to Leanne, so she kept quiet while he forced fingers into her cunt and
arse.  He realised she was naked very quickly.  That she was fully greased
up, soon after.  She was a plant, but not to catch him with.  Some other
pervert wanted him to screw her, pretty obviously.  Well, not one to turn
down such a treat, the other girls were all shop girls and shoppers, much
older.  This little poppet was still virtually a baby.  Who would twist
such an innocent to behave like a whore ?  They got his vote, whoever he
was.  He had two fingers, one from each hand in here arsehole and was
pulling it apart.  Leanne was in tears with the pain.  No sex juices were
flowing, just terrible anal agony.  He rammed his huge, hard erection into
her greasy cunt and holding her off the ground with the fingers up her
arse, he pumped in and out of her.  He had her by the shed now and he
kicked open the tin door and ducked inside.  carrying his cargo by the
arsehole.  He was badly over sexed.  He could still cum four times in a row
at fifty years old.  Little Leanne had a lot of fucking coming her way.  He
shot his first load into her trembling cunt.  She hardly noticed.  Still
suspended off the ground, he spun her round and put the two arse fingers
into her cunt and as he rammed her arse, he pulled her cunt wide open. 
Both her cunt and arse were now in terrible pain.  This was no fun anymore.
He came a second time, in her arse.  He spun her round and stood her in
front of him.  "I'll give you that kid, you took what I gave you without
complaint.  Who sent you eh ?" " Craig from Dunstone, where I live.  He got
me into fucking and wanted me to be raped".  The man was wanking very hard
as he listened to her.  "Right, I've got the worst out me system, I'll just
fuck you proper like now.  You gotta be screaming and shit to rape someone
proper.  You just wanna be fucked.  That ain't proper rape.  You take piss,
kid ?'' " I've been pissed into my cunt two days ago I think." " You think
! Well I like to finish up your arse and empty me bladder in there, so you
can put up wi that instead ".  And so it was.  Leanne was screwed a second
time in the cunt, much longer and actually got sopping wet before he added
his jazz to the mess.  His last ball-load was in her arse, but it was so
sore, especially when filled with piss, that Leanne was in tears the last
half hour of squelchy screwing.  The rapist felt a certain satisfaction
with the misery he had caused this silly little girl.  Once he was
finished, he made her evacuate her arse of his piss, a process slowed by
Leanne's body having pulled a good deal into here intestines.  It slowly
worked it's way out, one squirt at a time while he massaged her gut.  Then
he just left her, sore and tearful, in a tin hut at the edge of a car-park
in the middle of nowhere.  Leanne hooked out her phone.  It read `no
signal'.  It had a signal in the other car-park.  She'd have to walk back
there and ring Craig for a lift.  It was now three in the morning and
getting quite cold.  Leanne jogged along the path, her sore genitalia
keeping her alert.  She stopped at the first lamp-post and put a load more
vaseline everywhere.  That seems to help, so she carried on to the car-park
by the woods.  By the time she got there, she had warmed up a bit and was
surprised to see two cars there.  They were empty, but the moans from in
the woods told her that something was going on.  It was too intriguing not
to peep, so she snuck up to where the noise was and saw two young men, one
fucking the other.  She knew Craig got fucked by men, but had never seen it
done.  It was quite sexy really.  They were both young and very good
looking.  Their bodies were toned but slender and what she could see of
their cocks, just about the right size.  They swapped roles.  The other one
was getting fucked by the first one now.  That was cool !  In her interest
she had stepped out of hiding and into the moonlight.  The guy being fucked
noticed her first and waved his friend in her direction.  The man just
fucked harder and the man being fucked, wanked harder.  Leanne rammed her
fingers up her cunt and slammed them in and out too.  The men stopped the
screwing though and walked up to her, erections sticking out.  "Fuck, it's
just a kid!" said one.  "Yeh, but look at her, fucking bald cunt and no
fucking tits.  She's frigging herself man !" said his friend.  They didn't
speak to her, but one either side, one front, one back, lifted her coat off
her and slid there erections in either hole.  She had been so stretched by
the rapist that even despite her tiny size, she took a cock up the arse and
another in her cunt.  Snogging one another over her head, the two gay men
came hard and long into her abused holes.  "Do you need a lift home kiddo
?" one asked.  "Yes please !" said Leanne and after putting a newspaper for
her to sit on over his passenger's seat, took her back to her home town. 
She thanked him with a grin and wandered across the empty town centre
towards her home.  It was still only five in the morning.  As she walked
along she saw a man in a garden, peering through a window.  He was dressed
in all black, with a black ski-mask on.  "You are burglar?" she whispered.
"Jeez, scared me then', the man said as he looked at her.  Then he looked
again.  "You been to one of them pedo-parties, kid ?" Leanne wasn't sure
what one was, but she had certainly not been to any party.  The man nipped
out of the garden and kneeled in front of the little girl.  His hands
slipped up between her naked, thin legs.  his thumb touched her greasy cunt
and just slipped inside her.  Instinctively she parted her legs to give him
access.  It looked as though she was going to be fucked by the burglar now.
In the middle of the street.  He had got his nice looking cock out and just
slipped it inside her while lowering her onto her back on the tarmac.  He
started slowly fucking her and for the first time that night Leanne managed
to climax with the man inside her.  He got up, patted her little cunt and
crept away.  Leanne felt that, maybe, doing what she did might be worth
carrying on with if there were good fucks like the burglar, every once in a
while.  Now that she had experienced being raped, her confidence was coming
to terms with the pain element.  It hurt like hell at the time, but while
the burglar fucked her on the road side, she was reliving the violent rape.
It was that which had made her climax so strongly.  Craig will want to be
told all about it, she was certain of that.  She also wanted Craig to fuck
her at some point.  he had never touched her properly and she knew he had
an interesting cock.  It had an extra large head on it, like a lollipop. 
That would feel very nice being slid around inside her.  She got on her
knees to get up and stood up to walk home.  On the way she passed some park
benches and on one of them she saw Craig, fast asleep.  She tiptoed up and
looked at him.  His jeans were open at the zipper.  She put her slim
fingers inside and fished out Craig's big cock.  It wasn't very stiff at
all.  She lowered her warm mouth over it and as quietly as possible sucked
his to erection.  He was dead to the world still.  Leanne, peered around to
see that they were alone and stepping either side of the seat, lowered her
swollen, raped young cunt onto the pervert's erection.  She really liked
the feeling.  The big knob rubbed her clitorus very hard and she was
breathing heavily as her pace picked up.  Craig's cock jerked several times
and Leanne knew he had cum inside her at last.  She kept her muscles tight
and leaving him with his erection poking into the night sky, walked home,
her cunt filled with both Craig and the burglar's semen.  Once in her
bedroom, she pulled a strip of duct-tape off a roll and taped herself up,
so's she would have all this pervert's cum in her all night.  By daylight.
it had become transparent, like snot, and she let it sluice out in the
shower.  The holidays had only just begun and her life had changed for
ever. She had already decided she wanted to be a prostitute when she grew
up.  Being fucked by dirty old men and strangers was something she couldn't
get out of her head.  It was in every thought.  Bloody Craig !  He was
going to have to come up with the goods more often than he had.  She could
think of all manner of disgusting things that she would be only too happy
to do.