Of course

You smile politely "Yes, you can come in."

She walks in as your heart starts to pound. This insanely cute girl has been delivered to you by your wild girlfriend. It's unheard of. It's perverse. It's perfect.

She sits down in your main room, looking adorable, biting her lip. Is she as nervous as you are, you wonder? You also wonder why you're so nervous. You shouldn't be. You're in control here. And yet...

"Can I have something to drink, mister?" She asks, her voice is soft and light.

You nod. "What would you like?"

"I dunno, like, a soda pop or something."

You go to the fridge and grab her a Mountain Dew. You open it for her and hand it to her. Her tongue swirls around the top as she takes a sip. Either she's badly repressed, or you are.

And you realize you haven't even asked this yet. "What's your name?"

She smiles and coughs a little on her drink. "Carrie said I should tell you to call me 'virgin pussy.'"

Your chest thumps. Your cock gets harder and harder and harder. You tell yourself that this is really happening. "And she told you to come here?" You want to be sure you've got this right.

"Uh huh. To get broken in." The girl smiles. "Like, really good."

You're fairly certain there's no person on the planet as crazy as Carrie. And you have no doubt that this situation she's given you has been planned and perfected. But at the same time, when she's brought out the wildest in you, she's been present. Perhaps you're worried that you can't reach the heights of perversity that you want without her here.

Or perhaps you're worried at what you might do, when given permission to abandon control.

"Take off your clothes." you tell the girl.

She jumps up from her chair eagerly, grabs her dress and pulls on it. The whole thing falls down off her body, revealing her amazing breasts, small b-cups, and a shaved, tight, twat. She seems quite eager.

As are you. Your cock is ready to break free from your pants. But that's not it. You feel your mind starting to fog over. You feel your good sense starting to slip. It seems like you really might be mostly nervous about what you're capable of, when given a situation with no consequences. None. Other than pleasure.

"You want to be broken in?" You ask, looking the lovely virgin over, up and down.

"Uh huh." she says with a smile.

"It's not going to be like a romance novel." You say, feeling your animal instincts taking over.

"I don't know what that is." She smiles.

"The thing I'm going to teach you about sex is..." you can't fight it anymore. You let go. "It's not going to be comfortable." You pull your shirt off quickly, feeling confident, but still nervous. You know you're off to the races now, but still not sure what you're capable of. You walk over to the girl, slowly dropping your pants, so you're in your boxers only by the time you stand in front of her. "Get two fingers wet." you order

The girl takes the tips of her index and middle fingers and slides them into her mouth, looking up at you with big, innocent, naughty eyes.

But this tease is not acceptable. You grab her head and thrust it down onto her fingers, propelling them into the back of her throat. Her body lurches violently, and you pull them out, saliva stretching from them. "That wasn't too intense for you, now was it?" You ask.

"No, mister." She answers, her lip quivering, her eyes suddenly noticing the mammoth bulge in your boxers.

And her lips part, almost in instinct, as you pull your throbbing, ready cock, from your pants.

"That was practice." you say, grabbing her head again and thrusting it, with no ease in, onto your member. Your whole body tenses. Her whole body tenses. But she doesn't push back. She shakes and wretches, but she doesn't resist as you thrust your member between her tonsils as if you were fucking her fresh, young cunt.

Being that she's inexperienced, it doesn't take long before Mountain Dew is spraying out of her mouth onto your member.

You don't stop. You don't dare. You grab a hold of her wrist, the wrist of her two wet fingers, wrap it around your body and push her fingers into your asshole as you continue to skull fuck her sweet face.

Her eyes roll into her head as her oxygen gets low.

You're less afraid of what you'll do when you let go of all human decency. You now know. You'll do anything.

You spit onto her pretty face. Then grab her other wrist, and direct it up so that her fingers slick up the spit, making them wet and gooey too, then direct them into her own asshole.

And there you are, her fingers in her asshole and yours, her throat wrapped around your cock, spit and puke flinging in every direction, the smell of sweat and sex filling the room as she's locked in the nastiest Chinese finger trap of all time.

Your cock throbs with delight.

You think it's time to relent. Any decent person would finally relent now.

You don't.

You grab hold of her head with both hands and fuck harder and harder and harder. Her throat makes lovely noises as it becomes the obsession of your penetration.

Finally you relent and pull out of her.

She falls to the ground like a wet rag, looking used and pathetic. Beautiful

You squat down next to her, wondering what you've become. Accepting that whatever you've become, you're it, and there's no point stopping now.

"That was part one." you say. "Did you know I was going to take the virginity of all your holes?" You ask, feeling dominant.

The girl coughs. "Whatever you want, Mister."

"Good." you say. "I hope you did a good job loosening up your asshole. Because it's next."

She nods, and her whole body exhausted, she lifts herself up on all fours and points her little ass at you. It's clear that whatever you're going to do to her, she's into it. Whatever you give her, she'll take it. However far you push, she'll allow.

So you do. You push your cock into her tight asshole, as deep as you possibly can. You grab a hold of her wet hair and pull it hard, arching her back. You thrust and thrust. The sound of your flesh slapping her flesh overwhelms the sound of her exhausted panting.

"You know what I want, Virgin Pussy?" You ask. She doesn't answer. She's too busy trying to keep herself held upright. So you go on. "I want to use you up in one go. Understand?"

"N....no, mmmm.....mister."

So you clarify with a scoff. "I want this to be the best and worst and most complete sexual experience you ever have. I want nothing else to ever compare. Understand?"

"Y...yes, mister."

You thrust in her harder and harder and harder. Her asshole is so nice and tight.

"And one day when you're married to some boring asshole, you can tell him that nothing he can do for you will be enough, because one great day, some stranger brought you to the height of sexual perversity and made you the slut you deserved to be."

"Yes....mister."

"Is that what you want? Do you want to be the slut you deserve to be?"

"Y....yes mister."

"Slap yourself in the face." you hear yourself say. You're even shocked at what you've become.

She doesn't seem shocked. She obeys immediately. The sound of the slap echoes through the room.

And you feel like you're about to cum. But it's too soon. You don't want to cum with your cock buried deep in her ass, do you?