My best friend as a kid turned me into a pervert when I was 9.

Shelly taught me how to play with my pussy and hers, too. Then she showed me a videotape that her older brother had showed her. I even remember the title - "Gang-Bang Girls 14". I was utterly fascinated watching actresses get double-penetrated while Shelly fingered my holes and whispered nasty things to me. And the girls eating sperm out of each other's pussies stuck in my mind. It made it easy for Shelly and her brother to get me into a three-way and take my virginity.

We moved a while after that and I had no more sexual outlets, and by this point I was playing with myself several times a day and obsessed with the idea of being gang-banged and eating cream-pies. So I was a randy 10-year-old and I heard some teenage boys by a van talking about getting some pussy. So I offered myself up, saying that they could do what they wanted if they would sandwich-fuck me and get me some sperm-filled pussy to eat. Such a vulgar come-on was more than enough, and they hauled me into the van.

I was with them for four days, and I got everything I wanted and more. When I left, I was stoned and naked and had sperm dripping from me, and the cops that found me took me to the hospital. My parents were overjoyed to see me, and they were less eager to leave me alone like they had been after that. I told the police that I remembered nothing and they didn't press it. This was before Amber Alerts, so it was kept out of the news.

That four-day fuck-fest satisfied my perverse urges for over a year, and my parents moved after that so I didn't see any of my party-friends again. But I managed to get at least one good gang-bang a year until I got married at 19. I have no idea who the father of my first child was. I calmed down after that.

I'm a quiet housewife now. I have three kids, my oldest son is 9. My husband is a lovely man and my wild days are behind me. But they do provide great material for playing with myself.