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Subject: {ASSM} Dana: Fifth-Grade Slut (bg Mg m+g MFg g+ etc, exhib, voy, inc, cheat,   prost, cluelessness)
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Date: Sun, 16 Jul 2006 10:10:01 -0400
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Doncha just hate it when this happens?

P. Random

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Fifth-Grade Slut
(bg Mg m+g MFg g+ etc, exhib, voy, inc, cheat, prost, cluelessness)
by pseudoRandom

Sometimes, you don't want to think about the past.  It's bad enough, 
remembering how I was the class slut in junior high.  I mean, giving up my 
virginity when I was thirteen?  WAY too young.  Gives me the willies, 
thinking about it.  Thank God I met Jim the summer before high school and 
fell in love -- going steady with a single guy was the best thing I ever 
did, especially one a decade more mature than me.

	So it shocked the hell out of me to learn our daughter was the 
fifth grade class slut.

	Fifth grade!  I mean, she's ELEVEN.  Okay, yes, Dana's already 
menstruating and, yes, she's got boobs enough to catch the eyes of boys -- 
bigger than mine in junior high -- but still.  If *I* was too young, then 
she's ... I have no words for it.  Just inarticulate screams.

	It doesn't help that Dana's completely unrepentant.  She loves all 
that sex, whether it's hand-jobs, blow-jobs, or screwing.  She loves the 
attention and notoriety as well.  Not to mention the money.  She has a 
strict scale of fees, from $2 for jacking off a boy to $50 for a 
vaginal/anal sandwich between two boys -- though she says she's done the 
latter "only a couple times."  She CLAIMS it's strict, anyway, but she 
doesn't charge her boyfriends, nor any girl, nor teachers -- and she 
volunteered for those demonstrations in sex education at her teacher's 
request.

	If it hadn't been for that sex ed class, I don't know when we'd've 
found out.  Her classmates think nothing of what Dana normally does, it 
seems.  But an exploit like that, showing all three classes what sex was 
like, it was inevitable that somebody'd talk, and his mother happened to 
hear and told us.  That was not a good night, in our house.  Seriously 
ugly.

	I wish I could convince my husband how serious this is.  I mean, 
Jim OUGHT to know better -- he's a teacher himself.  Not at Dana's school, 
where he would have heard about her sooner, but at the middle school -- 
I'd think would mean he'd care all the more, given how many more of his 
students have reached puberty.  But according to Jim, her precociousness 
is just one more example of kids maturing early these days.

	As if -- I mean -- like -- but -- !

	Oh, never mind.  I can't talk about it coherently.  And I'll 
concede Jim's point, that I'm not rational enough to deal with our 
daughter when it comes to this.  Three words about school from Dana, and I 
blow my top.  It's gotten so bad between us that Jim has taken over 
monitoring her -- making sure she keeps to the terms of her grounding.  
(You better believe she's permanently grounded!  Until she mends her ways, 
she goes NOWHERE.)  Every evening, Jim's the one who debriefs her about 
her school day, which he calls "taking confessional" (or sometimes 
"getting her freebie" -- I don't always understand his sense of humor).  
And every night, he tells me how much sex she had that day, and with whom, 
and how much money she earned.  While we're in bed.

	Okay, I will admit -- this HAS helped our sex life.  Retelling 
Dana's exploits does turn Jim on.  We've had more and better sex since Jim 
became Dana's primary parent.  And I confess, some of Dana's wilder acts 
of public sex even turn ME on -- as long as can forget her age.  And when 
you consider the age of some of her partners, it's not as hard to forget 
that as you might think.  I mean, when she does some of the things Jim and 
I did in high school, it's easy to imagine she's the same age as I was.

	Come to think of it, confessing also seems to turn Dana on.  
Sometimes, when Jim's in her room, I can hear her coming to orgasm -- as 
if she's masturbating in front of her father.  I've never asked about 
that, though -- just like a true confessional, what goes on in there is 
between Dana and Jim.  Except for, yanno, him telling me about her day, 
later.  Okay, so confession's not the best analogy.  Especially since 
she's naked when she comes out, and that's certainly not the Church way.

	And stays naked all too long afterwards, if you ask me.  
Especially with her all sweaty and smelling of sex like that.  NOT what I 
need to see around the house.  Very distracting.

	What's helped our family more is Jim's taking Dana on supervised 
outings.  Gets her out of my sight, without breaking the terms of her 
grounding.  And some of the things she gets up to, even while her father 
watches!  Like that baseball game, where she had sex several times under 
the stands.  And the soccer game at his school -- she followed the team 
into the boys' locker room and had sex with them all.  Worst was the high 
school game, where the cheerleaders took Dana into THEIR locker room -- 
Jim couldn't follow, and had to settle for her acting it all out with him 
afterwards.  Took several days of pretend oral sex to relate all the 
details.

	Though most outrageous outing so far would be that couple who took 
Dana out to dinner.  The things they did to our daughter, all in the 
restaurant -- in front of Jim, too.  Stripping and fingering and making 
her give oral sex was just the start of it.  And then that party they took 
her to afterwards -- if I didn't know better, I'd call it a swingers' 
group.  Nothing dangerous happened -- Jim was there the whole time.  But 
the number of men and women who had sex with her was amazing.  Dana came 
home a couple hundred dollars richer, that night.

	So I appreciate Jim doing these things for Dana, for all it tires 
him out.  So tired, in fact, he isn't up for sex, after one of Dana's 
evenings out -- and usually he can get it up a couple times a day.  I just 
hope she appreciates what he does for her.  Given all the trouble our 
daughter almost gets into, I can't say I'm too surprised -- especially how 
late she stays up sometimes.

	Indeed, for her sleepover twelfth birthday party, it was all 
night, as far as I can tell -- and to hear Jim tell it, not a person in 
the living room was clothed the whole time, not even Dana's boyfriend.  I 
wouldn't know myself -- I stayed over at my sister's that weekend, knowing 
how much I'd fight with Dana if I was there, and wanting to make it a good 
birthday and all.  According to Jim, every one of those girls was just as 
sexy as Dana, if not as experienced -- though they'd gained quite a bit of 
that by the end of it.

	I think he told me that to remind me Dana wasn't the only sexually 
active girl her age.

	Anyway, that party exhausted Jim, with trying to keep up with the 
hoard of horny, naked schoolgirls.  He slept in the next day, the Monday, 
and didn't get to Dana's confessional until after dinner.  When he finally 
stumbled to bed after that, he fell straight asleep again.  From the 
number of times she came during confession, she must have been telling him 
about the party as well -- even though he'd been there.  He must not have 
seen it all.  Sometimes, when I think what Dana is putting her father 
through, it just makes me mad.

	And now her latest thing.  Those nights Dana doesn't go out with 
Jim, we watch television just as we usually do -- only now, Dana sits on 
her father's lap.  Nude, I might point out.  That's just plain teasing, 
sitting on a man like that.  Especially when he's in boxer shorts -- the 
way she wriggles, I swear she's trying to expose her father's cock.  Not 
that it isn't impressive, but you'd think a slut like Dana would know not 
to be a prick-tease.  As it is, sometimes it almost looks like it slips 
inside her, from my angle.  I do know she's made him come once -- semen 
was dribbling down her thighs, when she got up to go to bed.

	Jim says not to interfere, though -- he's handling it just fine.

	I swear, though, If he wasn't her father, I'd make her screw him, 
just to stop frustrating the man.  I'm starting to wonder if we don't need 
to get her a better steady boyfriend.  Not someone her age -- I know from 
my own experience, that won't steady her enough.  And sure enough, one of 
them have.  No, he needs to be mature, the way Jim was for me.  Someone 
who'll take her in hand, guide and protect her.  Maybe even get her 
pregnant, like I did after a year with Jim.  If Dana fell in love with a 
man like her father, she'd settle down, the way I did.

	I should suggest it when Jim comes home this afternoon.  Maybe he 
knows a guy who'd be good.


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