As I stood in her doorway silently watching Crystal laying on her bed, she eventually cried herself to sleep. I gather she had assumed I left, or perhaps didn't even care, but nonetheless she drifted soundly off to sleep hugging her pillow as I looked on, experiencing the story of her life through the magic of the amulet.

Her sexual history continued with a few more meaningless encounters with a few more anonymous guys at different parties she went to. She got better and better at it too. The more experienced she got, the more she enjoyed it. Soon it wasn't only her oral skills that outshine most other women. She became a devastatingly hot little minx in bed as well. She became legendary in certain circles. Guys spoke her name in reverent awe, and dreamed of one day being lucky enough to fuck her. She never did any guys in our own school though. She wanted to keep a distance between her reputation and the people she had to actually deal with from day to day.

Her plan worked perfectly, until one day she got involved with a teacher.

He offered her rides home at first, strictly plutonic and all, but as they got closer he began to tease her about the boyfriends she probably had strung along like little puppy dogs. The next thing she knew they were talking openly about sex, and then one day they parked together, eating ice cream, and they had their first kiss.

"You've got ice cream on your lip," Mr. Daniels told her.

"So lick it off then," she teased in reply.

"Don't tempt me," he smirked, staring longingly at her full red lips, smeared with the semen-like glob of vanilla ice cream.

"Go ahead," she challenged him. "Or am I too much woman for you?"

He stared at her for a long time, facing a life-changing choice of his own. Then suddenly he seized the moment and leaned in to kiss her. She responded enthusiastically, slipping her sweet teenage tongue into his mouth and sucking his into her kiss like a little red cock. His heart pounded wildly in his chest as she gave expert head to his tongue, teasing him with a promise of what was to come if he let it go that far.

"Good lord, girl!" he said, breaking the kiss. "I better stop or I might-"

She cut him off with an even more aggressive kiss. She didn't want him to stop. She wanted to go all the way. She couldn't resist. He would be her first real man!

She slid her hand down to his cock and began stroking it in his pants. It was already hard when she got there and she had no trouble fishing it out of his pants. It sprang free and she stroked it coolly in the car in the middle of the parking lot. He wimpered into her kiss.

"My god, you're beautiful," he stammered. She swooned at this in her heart. To have a man, a real man think she was beautiful was the ultimate compliment. He surely knew the difference. He had been with enough women to appreciate the better ones, she thought to herself.

"You ain't seen nothing yet, boy," she said. When she was through with him he would know the full extent of her beauty. He would explore the depths of her rampant sexuality. She would fuck him up for life. He would never be the same again. She was a legend after all.

She cranked his seat back a bit and went down on him, quickly, before he could protest, she took his cock into her warm and eager young mouth and went to work on him with all her energy. He was suddenly engulfed in the pleasure of her silky wet mouth, sucking and swirling all around his manhood, his very being it seemed. He sputtered and cursed and thrashed his head around in ecstasy. He knew it was horribly wrong to allow her to do this but he could not muster up the will to stop her. She sucked on his cock more expertly than anyone he'd ever known, and soon she had him coming. He only lasted two minutes in all, and suddenly he was flooding her mouth with his pent up come. He growled as he released it, and she squealed with excitement at the sound of his pleasure. She took it all, milking him dry and swallowed it with a wanton little moan of delight.

"Much better than ice cream," she commented brazenly.

"What the hell just happened?" he asked in amazement. One moment they were just sitting there eating ice cream, the next she was swallowing his cream. He was astounded.

"It's called felatio," she said dryly. "I sucked your cock into my mouth and stimulated it with my lips, tongue and throat until you were brought to the point of orgasm. At which point you ejaculated a copious abundance of hot sticky semen into my mouth, which I then swallowed out of adoration of your masculine virility and-"

"Yes, yes, I know all that," he interrupted her. "I mean how did that happen? Why did that happen?"

"You had an erection, Mr. Daniels," she said dryly once again. "I like the feel of a hot erection in my mouth. I like the taste of cock. I like to slither my tongue all around it and feel it throbbing inside me. I like swallowing-"

"Okay! Okay! I get it," he interrupted again. He was agitated, almost fearful, and her dirty talk was doing little to sooth him. "What I meant was, I could loose my job, go to jail even if anyone-"

"Found out about us?" she finished for him.

"Yeah," he said. "Don't you realize-"

"Shhhh!" she interrupted yet again. She kissed him sweetly. "I won't tell a soul..."

Then she was stroking him back to erection, trying to force his common sense into submission. She wanted him, and her ego, teamed up with her lust, refused to be denied.

"There's something else I like to do with a good hard cock," she whispered into his ear as she sucked and nibbled on his lobe. Her hand slid smoothly up and down his rigid shaft as she spoke. "It involves two naked, willing bodies, rubbing and grinding against each other, and the man penetrating me, and filling me, and fucking in and out of me as I squeeze his big hard cock in a glorious clutch of wet carnal ecstasy, so snug, so slippery, so sweet, rocking him gently inside me, in and out, as the weight of him crushes my wet, sweaty naked tits into his chest, and I kiss him as he enjoys my sex, sinking to the very bottom of my cunt over and over and over-"

"Stop!" Mr. Daniels shouted. "I can't do that! And you're torturing me with the very thought of it!"

Though he protested, he made no move to remove her hands from his privates. She knew she would win this one.

"Why can't you?" Crystal asked demurely. "I have a nice wet little pussy, you have a rather large cock here. It's so big, and I'm so tight. You might have a little trouble getting it in, but if I'm wet enough... It might feel a little like this-"

She leaned down and took him into her mouth again, milking it sweetly with her beautiful suction, massaging delicious little pleasures into it with her every motion.

"Oh God!" Mr. Daniels stammered. She sucked passionately on his throbbing cock, pleading her case with contented little coos and moans now, trying to clinch the deal in her favor, but he finally mustered up the will to push her away. He put his dick away and zip up his pants. Then he started the car.

"Your place, or mine?" Crystal grinned triumphantly. Her cunt churned in the frustration of emptiness.

"Neither," he said. "I'm driving you home before you drive me into prison."

Crystal was defeated for now, but she was determined to win eventually. She talked dirty to him all the way home, explaining in graphic detail the feeling his cock would experience slipping into the tightness of her hot little cunt. She told him all the moves she would make, how she would fuck him until he literally passed out from exhaustion, and then how she would awaken him in the morning with a delicious blow job.

He protested whole-heartedly, but made no efforts to stop her, as a man would who truly was not interested. He dropped her off at home and she left him with a promise that she would be here to satisfy his every desire if he ever had balls enough to give her a try.

"Fuck!" he said in awe as he drove off. He had no idea a teen age girl could even think thoughts like that, never mind act on them. Surely she would wear him down eventually. He would have to sever contact with her.

But as he lay in bed alone that night he thought of the blow-job she had given him. He imagined the pleasure of her enthusiastic young body writhing beneath him as he fucked her all night long. He thought of her voice gasping and panting in his ear as he filled her with his semen. And then, when he couldn't stand it anymore, he called her up.

"Crystal, I, uh," he began.

"You changed your mind?" she asked brightly. "I was just laying here masturbating, hoping you would."

"I, uh," he continued dumbly. "What you did in the car today was really nice. I mean really, really nice. But I..."

"That's not even as nice as it could have been if I had full reign to go nuts on that hot little body of yours."

Mr. Daniels whimpered once again.

"Crystal you gotta stop this-"

"I want you to make me a woman, Mr. Daniels," she said. "All I've had so far have been selfish little boys who use me for their own pleasure and leave me hanging. I want to be with a real man."

This wasn't entirely true of course, but he didn't know that.

"I want to too, but..."

"You're afraid..."

"Yes," he admitted.

"Trust me when I say that no matter what you're feeling now, it will all go away when you're in my arms. You will forget there is even a such thing as fear. You'll know nothing but the bliss of an eager young woman anxiously willing to serve your every pleasure. There's nothing I won't do for you, with you, to you, Mr. Daniels. If you'd only let me..."

He saw her soft blond hair in his mind's eye, he saw her full red lips, he saw her sweet little tongue slip out to lick them, he saw her gorgeous blue eyes...

The next thing he knew he was on his way to pick her up at 11:24 PM. She gave him head all the way home as he struggled to drive the car. Then he carried her into his house and up to the bedroom.

He undressed her, no, unwrapped her, like a gift from the gods. She was a thing of beauty in every way and he cringed at the thought of some young punk enjoying her. Some punk who had no idea how gorgeous she really was, but only used her, ignorantly, unworthily.

She knelt before him as he stripped and took him in her mouth again. Good god, it was nice! She had free reign to demonstrate her talents to the fullest, unrestricted by the cramped space of a car. She sucked him slowly, lovingly, dizzyingly. Her wetness seemed to be everywhere at once as his head swam into pools of ecstasy. Then he was coming again, and she was swallowing.

He took her to the bed and loved her sweetly all night long, as she had promised. He did have a bit of trouble entering her, as she had predicted. She was tight, and almost seemed to resist his entry with spasmodic squeezing as he pressed forward, attempting penetration. Finally he got himself into her and they both mewled gloriously at the pleasure of the contact. Her grip was crushing to him. To her it seemed like his cock was stretching her little cunt almost to its limit. When he moved inside her they felt the very textures of each other's flesh. They kissed, looking into each other's eyes as they waded into the waters of complete intimacy.

He came quickly, but fucked her again a while later without withdrawing. The second round was no less delicious than the first, except this time she lifted her legs onto his back and he seemed to sink even deeper inside her than ever before. He felt the nub of her cervix brush past his cock with every forward stroke he made. She panted gorgeously into his ear as he fucked her, cheek to cheek, wrapped up in each other's love.

Then they came together for the first time. She cried out loud as her orgasm shook her, and he joined her a few thrusts later, gasping and shaking as he unloaded his orgasm into her. They fucked again a while later, after withdrawing and getting cleaned up a bit. He had trouble getting it back in, but not as much as in the beginning. Her orgasm after a good hour of fucking had loosened her up a bit.

She tool six loads out of him that night and he finally drifted off to sleep, holding her naked body in his arms. He dreamed of her in the night as she fucked him once again while he slept. She was insatiable.

He awoke the next morning, as she had promised, with her mouth around his cock. She had been doing it for a good half hour before he realized it. He was truly exhausted from the night's exertion. But as the morning sunbeams streaked in through the slats in the blinds, he began to orgasm and awoke in the bliss of an enthusiastically bobbing girl, sucking his cock happily into orgasm and beyond. She swallowed as usual and got up to leave for the washroom.

He lay there for the longest time trying to convince himself that what they did had been wrong, but he couldn't. In fact, he began to feel like he was falling for her. They fucked once again in the shower, struggling to get it up into her from the rear entry position. He came quickly overly excited by the tightness of her cunt, and the wet slippery feel of her naked body bouncing up and down against his.

Finally they ate breakfast together, he drove her home and then headed to school. His step was light, his smile was broad, and he taught his classes with renewed spirit, full of energy and enthusiasm.

Their relationship lasted a good couple of months, before they were finally caught. Crystal was giving him head in his classroom one afternoon when all of the sudden the school nurse walked in. That was the end of that. Mr. Daniels was fired and charges were laid. He is now in prison for statutory rape, though she protested vehemently that she was the one who seduced him. The judge, a hard-nosed woman, wouldn't hear it. She insisted that it was rape either way, since he was in a position of authority.

Crystal chalked it up as another broken heart and moved on. There were a couple other short flings and one night stands, then there was Cliff, and then Jackson that very afternoon. I'd finally reached the end of the story.

Crystal suddenly snapped awake. She spun around and saw me staring at her.

"What the fuck are you still doing here?" she snarled. That same old tone was back. But it was different somehow. I'd seen her use that same tone with Andrew. It did not effect me this time, because I knew where it was coming from. When all was told she simply used anger as a defense mechanism to hide the shame and fear she felt inside. Hers was a sordid past and she didn't want anyone to ever know about it.

"I just wanted to see if you were okay," I said calmly.

"I'm fuckin' fine, now get out!" she snapped. "I hate you and I've always hated you, and no two-bit costume is going to make me change my mind!"

That one stung. For a moment I felt like taking her up on the offer. After all, wasn't she Crystal McCorrister, the world champion bitch?

No. She wasn't. It wasn't like that at all. She was a sad and lonely girl deep down inside. She'd been abandoned by her father, and ever since then she had had one bad experience with men after another. Her heart was hard, and callused over with the wounds she had healed herself of. She didn't hate me at all. She was simply afraid I'd see through her. She was afraid to be known.

She also had a sexual addiction, I realized. She was a text book case. She had all the symptoms of it, and all the classic causes were there. I didn't fully understand the significance of this but I knew it would complicate things between us. I swallowed hard.

"Tell me something, Crystal," I said. "Which do you think is the truer love? Love from someone who simply enjoys your body, but is never allowed into your heart, your mind, or your soul? Or love from someone who has already completely seen you and still you for everything you really are?"

"What do you want from me?!?" she screamed. "I never asked you to fall in love with me, I never invited you into my soul! If you want to fuck me, then here I am! Take me, use me, drop your fuckin' load and get out! That's the most love I can ever offer you."

She sprawled her long luscious legs out before me as she spoke, exposing her beautiful vulva to me. I saw a glistening sheen of lubrication on its lips. It would be so nice to just-

"No," I told her, turning away from the most tempting sight man has ever seen. "I love you. I always have, and until you figure out what that really means I can never be with you. But just remember, I know everything there is to know about you and I still love you with all my heart. Your past means nothing to me, except that it made you who you are today. I'll take it, if you'll give it. The good with the bad. If not, I'll have to go away heart broken."

Three was suddenly a great confusion in her. Her heart was trying to open up to the words I spoke to her, but her sexuality jumped in to intercept things before she risked getting hurt again. She went cool again, and then angry, but it was a weird sexual anger.

"Look at me!" she demanded, spreading her legs and shoving a finger into her cunt. "Don't you want this. Come here. Come and fuck me!"

I saw right through her as clear as day. She was trying to seduce me so that I would loose respect for her as others had, and then she would not be in danger of being hurt by me.

"I'll never hurt you, Crystal," I said. "I swear to god!"

She slid off the bed and crawled to me on her knees, a gorgeous vision of legs, and tits and flowing blond hair. She licked her lips, her eyes locked onto my cock.

"Come one, Gil," she said. "Gimmie a little bit of that nice big cock of yours. I'll suck you so good you'll forget your own fuckin' name!"

She wasn't kidding. I'd seen her do that to guys in the past. She reached for my belt buckle but I backed away.

"Dammit, Gil," she said angrily. "I want to suck your cock! Give it to me! Quit being stupid!"

"No," I said. "I don't want it to be like this with us."

"Like what?" she snapped. "Quit trying to be a hero and just fuck me already."

"No," I said flatly. I was shaking with frustrated lust though.

"Nobody says no to me," she snapped. Then she lunged at me, trying to kiss me, trying to grab my cock. I pushed her away again and she fell to the floor.

Then she started crying. My heart melted again.

"You just don't want me because you know my past. You're disgusted with me. You said it doesn't matter but it does, doesn't it? No one will ever truly love me. Not if they really know me. You've just proven this to me."

"I do love you, Crystal," I said solemnly. "I don't care about your past."

"Then prove it!" she said, lunging at my crotch again. "Fuck- Make love to me. Show me that you don't care about my past. Love me in every way imaginable, and if you still feel the same way in the end, we'll live happily every after."

She almost had my cock out by the end of this phrase, but I pushed her away once more. I saw right through her again. She wanted to fuck me to prove to herself that I would not stick by her. She was afraid to love me, though she had every reason to, and she needed to find a reason not to. I refused to give her one, though.

The other side of the coin was her physical desire to have me. Behind the psychology of it all was raw physical lust. Her cunt wanted to be stuffed and fucked and filled with come, her lips wanted a taste of cock. She wanted me, and her body just about hummed with the desire. It was almost scary.

This was the sexual addiction though. I wanted to make love to her, not her mental disorder. I turned to try to leave, but she grabbed me.

"Don't go, Gil," she said, mashing her hand into her clit. "I need you. Don't you understand? I need you! If you love me, don't leave me in agony like this."

As tempting as it was, I was turned off mentally. I couldn't do it.

"Sorry, Crystal," I said sadly. "I love you too much. I won't use you like this."

"I'm begging you, Gil," she hissed at me. "I'm on my knees! The woman you masturbated over for years. Here I am on my knees before you! Take me! Fuck me! Fill me with your cock! Make me come! I need to come!"

She stood up and pressed my hand into her cunt. It was so quick I didn't have time to pull away. My finger slipped in between her labia and she pressed it into her hole. She was tight! Tighter than I'd imagined, even with the help of the amulet. Surely I would find nothing but absolute pleasure in her gorgeous little snatch.

"See," she purred grinding her pelvis against my imprisoned hand. "Isn't it nice? Wouldn't that feel so good smothering your cock? Come on," she continued, dragging me backward toward the bed. "Lay me down, come inside me..."

My hand went to my belt buckle as she fell to the bed and spread her legs wantonly before me. This was after all my dream come true. It was what I came here for. It would reassure her greatly of my desire for her. Her cunt would grip me so sweetly. Her ass would move like a piston engine underneath me, milking the come from my frustrated cock. Why not give in? Why not enjoy this ready, wet and willing female, fucking her like an animal, whose highest purpose was the pleasure of orgasm.

Why not? Because that's not who I am. And more importantly, that's not who I wanted her to be.

"I will make love to you one day, Crystal. I promise. But it will be when we both want it, and when we both know each other completely, and when we both love each other with all of our hearts. That's when making love really means something. I know everything there is to know about you, Crystal, and I still believe you're worth loving. I believe that with all my heart. I need you to believe it too, so that you can trust me. Then when you trust me, our sex will be about our love, and not about your fear of abandonment."

"Gil..." she cried, writhing helplessly on the bed. There was that same torment in her again. Everything inside her wanted to simply fuck me and prove I was not worth loving, but a new voice inside her wanted to believe that what I was saying about her was true. But the only expression of love she knew was physical, and I wouldn't give that to her, so she was terrible confused.

I turned and left. It was the hardest thing I'd ever had to do.

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