Rainbow Crust

Raised by a single father

Never really got the talk

Thought she was dying after her first period

Never really learned how to wash down there

Thinks her yeast infection is the natural state of things

Constant itching has plagued her for years

Thinks it's so common, never mentions to her friends

Sticks like rancid slim jims whenever she dips down to piss

Some of the girls have noticed, none have commented

"What a dyke" they say

"Her girlfriend must love it" they say

They laugh

Dash just itches

Rubs it against tree bark, occasionally

Nothing feels better than napping legs spread, letting it dry out in the sun

Poor, 'lazy' Dash

You know you could tell her the truth

You could fix this, and make everything better

But you love stinky infected Dash

You love her feta cheese

You love how she needs you to itch her

Get your fingers all nasty, slimy, and stinky covered in flakes of skin, rot, and puss

She's always so embarrassed, and thanks you so dearly

I love you, Dash

You spear that puss pussy every night like lancing a boil

Something bleeds every time, like she's your beautiful virgin

More than sex, you cure her of the itching for a brief respite

Slamming balls deep in the slimy ichor constantly exuding from her swollen, chapped lips

You cum inside, of course

The infections are so deeply rooted at this point you know she's infertile

She doesn't

She thinks she's normal

Blushing deeply as you cream her cheese, chiding you about not being ready to be a mother

She will never be

Her rotten vagina, infected to the womb with fuzzy mold, will never grow anything but spores

You wipe the black scab flakes and pink yellow puss cum off

She pees a light pink stream, sighing

You fall asleep idly scratching the puss pot, her head lightly resting on your chest

Snoring, the little tart