At twelve she'd aborted a baby with her own hands. Her father beat her for that, laughing like a drunken sergeant. He once burned her clitoris with a cigar.

When she was thirteen she was taken to a barn for a "party" and she was the richest girl there but all the girls were young, many eight or nine or ten years old, and there were dozens of men and their sons. One of the sons there that night was Stanley, who was seventeen at the time. Stanley struck her as the most gloriously good looking boy she'd ever seen. He was laughing and drinking whiskey and, like most of the men, he was naked. His prick was limp but long and depended indecently down his leg. She, Cece, wondered if he would fuck her, but suspected not, as there were so many other girls, younger than her, and these men always sought youth.

Little ones right and left were pairing off with men and older boys, sucking cocks, happily frigging erections, boasting how tight their "twats" and "pussies" were, to incite the partygoers to one excess after another. Like the other girls Cece went out of her way to signal her availability, scampering about showing her buttocks, masturbating ceaselessly, crooning out her orgasms. Her father had trained her well, the bastard......(cont)