Sex and Murder Magazine

By Jeff Chitty

So technically speaking, I was a virgin until tonight. Not for any particular moral or religious reason. Certainly not for the lack of wanting. I mean I am one horny bitch! And I do mean horny! I pretty much want it all the time. Have since I was about 15. Problem is, I have this rare medical condition. So rare in fact, that the doctors; they don’t have a name for it yet. Hold on, let me light my cigarette and I’ll tell you all about it.

Okay. That’s better. It’s been a hell of a night and I need this.

So anyway, I’m fifteen right, and starting to feel these urges. Some of my friends have done some stuff with guys. Some of them have even had sex or given blow jobs. So I’m getting these urges and feeling curious about stuff you know? I mean I jerked Tommy Wilson off on the back of the school bus once, but I was only twelve and I didn’t really know what I was doing so... He was a junior and talked me into it. I think he’s actually in some big trouble now for making his illegitimate daughter suck him off or something but that’s neither here nor there.

So I’m fifteen, I’m getting curious, and I get my parents to drop me off at the football game one night. I’m hanging out with Bobby Wells, who I think is pretty cute and apparently he thinks I’m pretty cute cuz he walks around with me half the night holding hands before leading me under the bleachers. So under there we start making out. I know I’m really horny but I don’t really know what to do cuz I’m only fifteen remember? Fifteen year olds shouldn’t know this kind of shit right?

So we’re making out hard and heavy when he slips his hand up my skirt. I don’t stop him cuz it feels really good. I mean really fucking good right? So he pulls my panties to the side and starts playing with me down there. First he sticks one finger in, then two. Then I unzip his pants and start jerking his pecker, which he liked a lot. Before I know it, he’s got damned near his whole fist jammed up in me and it hurts, but still sort of feels good, so I don’t stop him.

I start to feel this burning inside right? I figure this is what the older girls are talking about and reading about in cosmo. So I can’t help it, I start moaning, then he starts moaning. His pecker’s all wet now and my hand is slippery on it, but I keep on jerking and moaning while he’s jamming his fist up inside me. I feel this—I don’t even know how to explain it—just fire building and building. Then BAM! He shoots all over my hand and up my arm and my whole fucking body starts to shake. My whole body goes limp and I squeal out loud cuz it’s just like a total release, and all of a sudden he’s screaming and holding his hand.

It’s all bloody, which kind of scares me at first, but then I just figure he popped my cherry you know, so of course there would be some blood right? Here’s the thing; the skin was melted off of his fucking fingers! I ran home crying. My parents talked to his parents. To this day, not sure what the hell happened with all that. All I know is we packed up and moved that week and I knew that I was not normal and couldn’t do things like normal teenage girls.

Hold on. I need another smoke. Now where’d I put that lighter? Oh here it is.


Okay, so after that, I was still horny all the time, but I was afraid to do anything. I mean I didn’t want to melt my own fingers off or anything right? I tried getting off with oven mitts once. That must’ve been hilarious to see.

I stole some gloves from the chemistry lab. You know, the ones that you handle dangerous chemicals with, but in the end, I was still too scared to touch myself down there you know.

I was horny as hell, but couldn’t do a goddamned thing about it you know?

So my freshman year of college, I went to a party and picked this guy up right? I mean I was dressed really hot. I mean a total hoochie momma outfit. My tits were busting out of my top. I didn’t wear a bra, so my nipples were poking right out at this guy, and believe me, he noticed. I also wasn’t wearing any panties, and my skirt was pretty fucking short, so every time I bent over you could see everything. I’ll bet lots of guys went home with hard-ons that night.

So while this guy was getting another beer, I grab his hand right? And I slip it under my skirt to show him I’m not wearing any panties, and I’m already kinda’ wet, and like his dick gets hard like that. I say, “Why don’t we go out in the country and get a little crazy?” all sexy like in his ear you know? And before I know it we’re on the road to a secluded spot outside of town.

I sucked his dick a little in the car on the way just to keep him up, but my head kept slamming against the steering wheel, so I kind of gave up you know and just jerked him the rest of the way. We parked at kind of a cliff overlooking the city. Really nice place. No one else was there. I wonder how many sorority sluts he nailed there before he took me there? Oh well, really doesn’t matter. So he parks, I suck him the rest of the way off, you know? I swallowed it. Choked a little, but got it down, cuz I know guys really dig that you know. Then I say “Go down on me and eat my pussy baby.” And let me tell you, that guy didn’t need any more of an invitation.

He shoved his face into my snatch like a fucking bulldozer man. He shook his face back and fourth, he bounced his face up and down and he flicked his tongue in and out and up and down like a thousand miles a fucking minute. Then he found my clit and started in on it with his tongue.

Wasn’t long before I could feel that fire burning again. I closed my eyes, arched my back and just let it happen. Now I guess I am what you would call a “Squirter” you see. And that, along with my umm condition, well, that’s some bad fucking news. I came so hard I almost fucking fainted. But what kept me from fainting was this guy screaming. It was like a flashback to when I was fifteen, except instead of fingers, it was his whole fucking face. I came so hard that I squirted all over his face, and his fucking face was melting you see.

I mean it was fucking gross. His eye was all gooey, I could see his cheekbone where my juices had burned him, and pretty much his whole face was just this bloody fucking mess. Before long he passed out. So now I’m stuck here with this dead frat boy in his car at lookout point. At least I got my rocks off right?

Must’ve looked pretty funny, little old 90 pound me pushing a car over a cliff, but I did it. Man it was hard, but after checking to make sure there was nobody around, I pushed that motherfucker on over and watched it fall.

I mean sure, I had to answer some questions for the cops, but it was an easy cover up. I told them he tried to rape me and during the struggle the parking break went off. Turns out after that, a bunch of other girls actually came forward and said that he did rape them, so the cops never really had any doubt in my story. Thanks ladies. Besides, who would suspect me? I’m on the fucking honor roll for God’s sakes.

I still didn’t mess around too much after that though. I mean a girl can’t get caught killing every dude she tries to fuck or make go down on her right? I mean they’d prob’ly put me away right? So I held off. I was still horny all the time though. I mean all the time.

So not too long ago I got this job you see. I wait tables at the local diner. It really kind of sucks, but it’s extra money, and more importantly, it’s in kind of a bad part of town. Now this might not sound like a good thing, and at first it wasn’t. I was totally freaked out by all the bums and homeless people begging me for change or food. Then one day it hit me.

Hold on. Shit. Last cigarette. Gotta go to the store later.

Anyway, tonight when I left work and walked through the alley to get to my car, I saw this old homeless guy just staring at me. He didn’t ask for food or money, he just stared at me. Then I realized, the guy had a fucking hard-on. Just standing there in the alley staring at me with a big fucking hard-on. Then it fucking hit me you know?

So I go up to this guy and I’m like, “what do you think you’re looking at?” only I didn’t say it mean, but sort of sexy you know? He just kept staring. So I said, “You wanna’ fuck me don’t you?” and he just smiled at me. I took his hand and led him out of the alley. I mean I checked to make sure nobody saw us before I let him in my car, but it was late. Nobody was around.

Man, he smelled. Never smelled anything like that in my life, but I wasn’t taking him home for his fresh scent you know? I looked over and saw his big ol’ pecker about to pop out of his pants. So I get this guy back to my apartment, and I check again to make sure nobody’s around before I take him upstairs. We get inside and he tried to fucking kiss me right off the bat. Fuck that. I mean the guy smelled awful, so I pointed him to the shower. I get him out a clean towel and some soap and sent him in. I thought about making him shave, but then thought fuck it, maybe the beard would feel good, but at this point, I was pretty fucking wet already and just didn’t care.

He came out of the bathroom and I jumped his bones before he could even get to the bedroom. I just couldn’t wait anymore. I wrapped my legs around him and he carried me to the bed like a fucking champ. I don’t know how long it’d been since this guy had gotten any, but he was fucking ready if you know what I mean. I could feel his dick pushing against my asshole while he carried me across the room to the bed.

He threw me down and stuck his face in my snatch and ate me out like he hadn’t eaten in years. His beard tickled my thighs cuz it was so straggly you know? I felt that burning start again. Before I came though, he pulled his face back and climbed on top of me. His dick was fucking huge. I mean I’ve never seen such a huge fucking cock. I didn’t know if I could take it all in, but he rammed it in anyway. I fucking screamed.

This fucking guy, he grabbed my tits so hard I think they’re bruised. Yup. They are. But it felt so good. I mean this guy was just slamming away at my pussy like nobody’s business you know? He pulled out and flipped me over and grabbed my hair and shoved it in from behind. He held onto my hair like his fucking life depended on it and fucked me like a goddamned rabbit. It wasn’t long before I was screaming and I could feel it welling up in me you know?

Me legs went wobbly and my knees just fell out from under me. I felt him collapse on top of me with his pecker still in my snatch and he was grunting all crazy so I knew he was coming too right? All of a sudden, he was screaming, and not in a good way. I felt him climb off me and I turned myself around to face him.

Sure enough, his big ol’ pecker was burnt to a little stub. There was blood all over my pussy and the bed sheets—and I just bought those damned sheets too—next time I’ll know to go get some sheets from the thrift store.

Only thing is, I wasn’t done see? I felt it building up again! He was still on the bed just screaming like fucking crazy! I’m sure the neighbors are gonna’ ask, and I’m gonna have to tell “em I was watching a scary movie—next time I’ll have to remember to put one on and turn it up to cover up the noise. So it was welling up inside again, and before I knew it, I fucking squirted. I mean really hard you know? It hit him in the face and he started screaming even more. I saw his nose melt before he passed out and fell over on the bed.

I still didn’t feel like I was done though. I mean it’s been 19 years you know? So I grab his face and just rub it on my snatch until I squirt one more round. I can hear this guy’s face sizzling, so I shove him over on the bed, and I’m finally done.

Holy shit I’ve never felt anything like that. I don’t even know how to describe it.

I had to smoke a couple of cigarettes after. That’s why I’m out now. I could barely move, so it took me a while to get up, but I had to get rid of the body. I barely had the strength to pull the guy to tub, but I did it. Took me for-fucking-ever to cut him up and bag him. Eventually though, I got it done, and I drove the bags to an alley and dumped them into a dumpster. It was like three in the morning, so nobody saw me, so I’m in the clear you know. I mean who’s gonna miss some homeless guy? It was a pretty fucking good idea if I do say so myself.

Well, that’s the story. So far anyways. I’ve gotta’ run to the store and get some smokes. Actually, I’ll wait and get “em in the morning. Gotta get some sleep. I work a double tomorrow and plan to have a pretty crazy night after work.