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 She Was Only Thirteen: by (c) Hamilton Joyce

   If it had not been for my neighbour and a chance conversation overheard
in a pub I doubt I would ever have been interested in teenage girls!

   All my girl-friends over the years had been mature, big-bosomed women up
to then but it changed that afternoon.

   It was a real hot summer day and I opened the bathroom window to let
some steam out after my shower.  As I dried myself I looked out and could
see over into my neighbour's little garden.

   There laying on a towel on his tiny lawn was a vision of beauty.  As I
watched, prick stiffening, she turned over onto her back and unclasped her
bra.  Her tits were lighter tanned than the rest of her body but even
laying on her back they stood up without the slightest sag.  They were
small but I could imagine how firm they would be under my palms and beneath
my lips.

   My cock was very stiff now and I stood at the window wanking it as I
looked at her.  How I wished she would take her bikini bottom off and show
me she was a natural blonde!

   I came!  A huge (for me) streamer of cum flew through the air, some of
it even making it through the window itself.

   Of course afterwards I felt a bit guilty and ashamed, and shut the
window in case she should look up and see me.

   But that was not the end of it: I masturbated that night in bed thinking
of firm, shapely young breasts and dreamed I was fucking her, waking up
with a hard-on and needing to jerk off again.

   .....................................................

   The next afternoon I waited in the bathroom, bollock-naked, my
high-power binoculars waiting ready on the window ledge, hoping she would
sunbathe again.  She did!

   I had been there at least an hour, cock sometimes erect sometimes limp,
when their back door opened and she walked out.

   The first thing I noticed was her bikini....  a different one today,
dazzling white against her suntanned body.  It was less revealing than
yesterday's....larger cups on the bra and not as high-cut into her crotch,
but she was just as drop-dead sexy.

   She was barefooted and you could see the the hot stone of their patio
burned her tender little feet until she got on the grass, where she spread
out the big white towel, took off her wide-brimmed straw hat and laid her
magazine beside it.  She had been wearing big, round sun-glasses, but these
came off too and now rested on the brim of the hat.  Today her blonde hair
was in a pony-tail, which always makes a girl look younger than her face
and breasts would otherwise suggest.  My cock was stiff now.

   I had brought the chair in from my bedroom to watch her in comfort and I
sat down behind the window hoping the show would be as good as yesterday,
gently rubbing my cock.

   It was!

   She sat up and reached behind to unclasp her bra, which joined the
magazine and sunglasses: her tits were lovely.  She was facing me so I
could not see their shape in profile, but I could see them small, firm,
rounded, and with little brown nipples.  I focussed my binoculars and held
them in one hand while my other still gently masturbated.  No sag-crease
under them....standing proud, this girl had no need for a bra!  and her
aureoles were so tiny, and the high-definition of my top-of-the-range bins
showed there was not a hint of hair, not even fluff to mar their girlish
beauty.  Her nipples had that puffy look I now associate with teenage
beauties, but was new and fascinating for me that day.  I imagined my lips
on them, hands caressing those breasts, and my cock started to ooze precum.
I would have to be careful to "edge" and not cum spoiling this afternoon of
stolen delight.

   It was almost too much for me when she rubbed sun-cream first into her
shoulders and arms, then reaching behind to do her back: if I had been with
her how willingly I would have helped her!  As she contorted to reach her
back she turned a bit side-on and I could see her tits in profile.  They
were rounded, but also amazingly almost conical, straining upwards as if
invisible threads were pulling at those little nipples.  I could see she
enjoyed rubbing the oil into her breasts as she lingered over that longer
than necessary!

   Would she take off those bikini bottoms for me?  No, or at least not
yet, as she lay on her belly on the towel, head turned sideways.

   So for ten minutes, bins in one hand, I studied her face: she had a
blonde's colouring and her face had tanned bronze like her back.  So sexy
blue eyes when she opened them, because mostly she lay eyes-closed, and her
lips were full and sensuous, more sensuous than is decent in a teenage
girl! I could see some sun-tan lotion had got onto her pony-tail: she would
have to wash her hair later.  I studied her back, flawless and slender, and
her legs, long and tanned, shapely but slim.  I found myself thinking of
the young colts I had seen on the moor that week: she had the same grace
and vitality, but the same beautiful immaturity.  This was true of her
hips, which were scarcely more developed than a teenage boy's....  well, a
bit fuller perhaps especially in contrast to a tiny waist, but not yet the
full width the woman would have one day.  And her bum, beneath that
stretched white nylon, what dlights were hidden there.  How I hoped she
would decide to tan that too!

   So I lay there fantasising what I would like to do to and for this
teenage goddess, stroking my cock and edging.

   Time passes when you're having fun, and when I looked at my watch I
found I had been enthralled for near forty minutes.

   When she stood up, had a nervous look around....not seeing me behind my
open window thank god.....  put her thumbs in the wistband of her bikini
bottom, wriggled, and let it fall to the ground, then kicking it onto the
heap of clothes.

   As she bent down, back to me, I had the briefest flash of her arsehole,
her buttocks unclenching as she reached down to get the sun-tan lotion.

   As all my girlfriends eventually discover I love girls' cunts, but also
like to fuck them in their arses: lick them there too!  It's so tight, and
penetration is probably the ultimate act of dominance-submission.  Whatever
the psychology, I just love a pretty, tight female anus and this fleeting
glimpse of her so secret spot nearly made me cum.

   Nearly but not quite.

   I held the bins two-handed as she rubbed lotion into her buttocks, hips
and then down her thighs.  Her bum was a bit tanned, but much lighter than
her back or thighs.

   I had not seen her pussy yet and still did not as she lay again on her
belly, her feet towards me.

   Meanwhile I Let my cock twitch and drip untouched by my hands as I
studied her legs and bum.  First thing in the morning, after I had jerked
off thinking about teenage tits and hers in particular I had felt slightly
guilty and ashamed of my new-found lust for an obviously under-age girl. 
Not now, looking at her.  I could shag that pretty little arse all night I
felt, a clear case of cock over-ruling head.  I understood now those sad
guys caught fucking young girls: given the opportunity I was sure I would
and be damned to the consequences!

   I willed her to turn over, murmuring to myself.

   'Turn over, sweetie!  turn over you little darling and show me your tits
again and your pussy.  Please.....'

   And she did!

   Of course I focussed my binoculars on her crotch.  It was everything I
had hoped for, beauty exceding even my feverered thoughts in bed, imagining
what it would look like.  Her lgs were together so I could only really see
her mound...  as yet!  It was surprisingly well-developed for a young girl:
I had seen my six year-old niece naked often and without any sexual frisson
at all of course, and at that age they have no more mound there than a boy,
but this angel had a lovely little mound....  and in the high definition of
my binoculars I could see the prettiest little fringe of fine, so very fine
blonde hairs, more of a fuzz than a real pubic thatch!  I imagined running
my fingers through them, feeling the softness against my cheek, my lips.  I
had to look away a second....  my cock was in danger of erupting!

   But back again to the peeping!

   There was no hair at all on her belly, even on the very lowest part:
smooth, slightly rounded, tanned but like her bottom slightly less bronzed
than her tits.  Clearly she sunbathed topless much more often than
completely naked.  I was lucky, and priveleged this afternoon!

   I willed her to open her legs.  It had worked before so I thought hard
about her thighs.

   'Open your legs, darling.  Show me your little-girl cunt.  Please!' I
muttered to myself.

   And she did!

   She reached again for the sun-tan lotion and applied some to those
slender thighs, opening her legs to show me the lighter, softer, silkier
skin there.

   And showing me her pussy.  The lips were tight-closed....  no little
clit peeping out as I had fantasised jerking myself off.  But her cunt-lips
were not thin and mean!  Already she had nicely plumped outer lips
promising like her pink-lip-sticked facial lips a sensual personality.  And
they were completely hairless: even my high-definition bins showed not the
slightest fuzz of hair there.  I had enjoyed girls who waxed or shaved
their cunt-lips for me, but these little-girl labia would be naturally
smooth and silky, and what a delight it would be to kiss her on them, to
open them to reveal the shocking-scarlet of the inner lips, to lick, to
penetrate with my tongue, to hear the squeal of pleasure as her virgin hole
was invaded....

   Fuck it!  I came, my spunk shooting in the air, three great streamers of
cum splattering over the window ledge, some clearing it and falling to the
path below I assumed.

   I was annoyed, as I knew that would be the end of the afternoon's
pleasure for me.  But what a cum!  The orgasm of my life!  I wiped myself
on the towel, and went downstairs again.

   ..........................................................

   For the next few days it was the image of her naked and the obscene acts
we could enjoy together that accompanied my more frequent than usual
jerk-off sessions.

   I never saw her again.  Chatting to my neighbour over the fence I found
she was his niece and had spent the weekend with him, accompanied by her
mother, his sister.  She was Emma and was thirteen.

   It might have stopped there if I had not overheard something in the
local pub I was not supposed to.

   The Golden Lion still has old-fashioned wood-panelled partitions in its
"snug-bar" where you can enjoy your pint in comparative peace and without
interruption.  The two guys in the alcove next to me probably had not even
noticed me.  They had clearly had a long lunch and several pints both
loosened their tongues and meant that even their whispering was loud enough
to hear.

   'They're all at it, Fred.  All the little girls, young as ten some of
them.'

   'Can't believe that, Harry!  Not ten.'

   'Was in the papers....  though seems most start at twelve or thirteen.'

   'Can look sexy at that age...'

   'Yeah.  Some on the game too.....

   'No....??'

   'Yeah.  You know Hammer Harris?  Well he told me there's about half a
dozen under-age tarts being run by a guy called Hassan.  Guy hangs out in
the all-night cab office in Mill Street.'

   'I know it.  Often a lot of kids hanging around there when the clubs
close.'

   'Big trouble I should think.'

   'Fucking hell, yes!'

   'Best left alone....'

   There was a silence and then they started talking about football.  I
finished my pint and left.

   That night I drove down Mill Street at about midnight and sure enough
there were several girls in the group of youngsters waiting for cabs one
would assume.  Some of the girls looked very young and sexy in their "panel
mini-skirts" revealing long slender legs and impossible high-heels.  I went
round the block and past again to have a second look.  My cock was stiff!

   That night I jerked off thinking of under-aged tarts.....small firm tits
and hairless cunt-lips.  A big orgasm, and in the morning beginning to
wonder if I dared contact this Hassan.....

   ......................................................

   I hummed and haa-ed and hesitated all the rest of the week, getting more
and more worked up about the prospect of having a nubile young body under
my hands but hesitating to risk the consequences of breaking a law imposed
with full vigour and backed up by mob-rule intolerance.  However, by
Saturday I had convinced myself that I had to fuck at least one sweetie
once in my life, or live with this obsession for ever.

   Late afternoon I drove down Mill Street, parked discretely round the
corner out of sight in the quiet if run-down street of terraced houses, and
heart-in mouth walked up to the taxi-office.

   'Is Mr Hassan about?'

   The fat slag at the telephone raised her head from gaudy mag she was
reading, a knowing look in her eye as she nodded to a door opposite.  @He's
in back room there.  It's ok to go in.'

   Mr Hassan was a big-built muscular guy in his thirties, and I should
think he was handsome in a swarthy sort of way.

   'What can we do for you Mister?'

   He finished locking the safe, which is what he was doing as I walked in.

   'It's a bit delicate?'

   'I bet it is....  you want a girl don't you.  Only reason anyone asks
for Hassan!' He laughed, a deep fruity but genuine laugh.  Human depravity
obviously amused him!

   'I was told you could provide company for me.'

   'How old?'

   'Younger the better really.'

   'I got from eleven to sixteen.'

   'Jesus!  I thought thirteen would be about right.'

   'I got a lovely little bit just thirteen.  very willing little girl.'

   'White or Asian.'

   'White.  If you want Asian it's eleven or fifteen at present.'

   'She pretty?'

   'The guys love it with her, and she's good at it....  all....  mouth,
pussy, arse.'

   'No Shit!  How much.'

   'How long you want her?'

   I thought a bit: this was easier than I thought.  Obviously routine for
Mr Hassan.

   'Three hours...'

   'That'll be sixty to me, and fifteen you give the girl.  She's called
Alice and lives local.  When?'

   'Seven this evening.'

   'OK.'

   I paid him, wrote my address and mobile on a scrap of paper, and got out
as fast as I could.  The slag at the desk was on the phone, but I know she
looked me up and down as I passed and she had a knowing smile: I bet she
could see I had a hard on and knew why.......  sure as hell it wasn't her
that caused it!

   ..................................................

   For some reason I expected Alice to be a blue-eyed blonde: Alice in
Wonderland I guess.  Whatever, I had to take a really cold shower at six to
keep my cock under control, and then waited for her in my white silk
dressing gown.

   The doorbell rang: I opened the door: in she walked.

   Not blonde, but very tasty!

   A tiny little thing, scarcely coming up to my chest, but pretty!  A
lovely little doll for me to play with.  I looked at my watch a moment. 
Three hours!  Oh Yes!

   'You're exactly on time!  I'm Richie.'

   'I'm Alice.  I'm on time because Hassan brought me in his Mercedes.  Any
way I'm never late.'

   'Come through into my living room, Alice.  It's nice and warm there.'

   She was obviously very used to walking on very high heels!

   She had long dark hair, shoulder length and shining with health.  Face
very white and a long face with good high cheek bones and very full lips.
Eyes to die for, deep, dark with long eye-lashes, plenty of make-up around
the eyes and bright, tarty red lipstick.  Sort of Spanish look she was
going for I think.  Short, as I said, and slender with a tiny waist....it
looked as if she had nice tits.  I would soon find out!  slender, almost
boyish hips and bum....  she wore a denim skirt that only just covered her
crotch and did real justice to her long, slender legs so sexy in tan seamed
nylons.Sexy red, shiny high heels with straps, the colour matching her
lipstick and also the tight top she was wearing.  No coat so Hassan must
have dropped her off at the very door of the flats.

   Dreadful dress-sense really, but overall just what my over-heated cock
was waiting for...

   She sat on the sofa showing a lot of leg, her little red handbag beside
her.

   'Drink?'

   'You got a rum and coke Richie?'

   'I'll have the same.'

   I told myself this was a prostitute.  "She may only be thirteen but
she's a tart so no need to be shy.  Straight in, Richie my lad!" I put the
drinks on the coffee table, sat beside her, on hand on her thigh, the other
on her breast through the thin cotton.  I could feel her nipple....  no
bra. she turned her head and made to kiss me.  Oh yes!  I thought as she
put her arms around my neck and we kissed open-mouth to open mouth.  Her
breast was round and firm and I could feel the nipple harden as we
embraced. "You can't fake that".  I ran my hand further up her thigh.... 
stocking tops not tights...good I like that.  Hand into her crotch.  Nylon
knickers, feeling a but damp.  "Can't fake that either," I thought.  "She
may only be thirteen but she is easily sexually aroused and she may be a
tart but she is not so hardened that she doesn't enjoy it.  Sixty pounds
well spent."

   'You're very pretty, Alice.'

   'And you're very handsome, Richie.  I like big, strong men...'

   'And I love little girls.  My bedroom is through there.'

   She was no weight as I carried her across the room, kicked the door open
with my foot, across the bedroom and laid her on my bed.  My robe fell open
as I lay beside her.

   'Oooh!  That's nice'.

   Her hand went immediately to my hard cock as I fumbled with the buckle
of her skirt's belt.

   'What you want to do first, mister?'

   I liked that"first" with its promise of various and varied
bed-wrestling!

   'First we need to get naked.  I love your gear, angel, but I'm sure
you're lovely under it!'

   The buckle came undone and I was able to pull her top out from the
waistband.  Her belly was so white, her belly button so neat and pretty I
just had to kiss her there and stick my pointed tongue in.'

   'Oooh!  That tickles.  It's nice though.' She was holding my head
between her hands, her fingers running through my cropped hair.  I slipped
out of my robe so I was naked.  Still licking her navel I put my hands up
under her top and cupped one little-girl breast in each palm.  She felt
warm to the touch, her skin silky and smooth, both nipples erect.  I just
had to see, to kiss....

   I pulled the tight cotton top up over them and then over her head so her
breasts were naked for me.  They were as firm and formed as the girl next
door, and all my night-time fantasies.  I was going to enjoy this.

   "No hurry," I told myself: " You've got three whole hours..."

   'Lovely breasts...'

   'Too small!'

   'Just right for me, my little darling.  So kissable!'

   And I did, cupping them in my palms and licking her nipples, running my
tongue round first one then the other, nibbling them with my lips guarding
my teeth.

   'I love that....  it's as if there's a thread from my nipples to my
clitty.  It's lovely!'

   But I found I wanted her clitty.  Now!

   I ran my tongue down over her belly again, round and into her belly
button, and then pulled the waistband of her skirt completley open.  It was
velcro under the belt, quick-release!  She raised her bum so it was easy
for me to slide the skirt down and off....  to join the rest of our clothes
on the floor.

   She wore hold-ups, not stockings and suspenders, and her legs and belly
looked so good uncluttered by suspender belt (which I usually find
ultra-sexy but with this little angel the slimness of her hips and thighs,
the smooth skin at the stocking tops.....much more sexy in a really young
girl.  And her panties were a simple black nylon thong, cupping her sweet
pussy, but with a provocative slogan in gold embroidered at the front:
"here it is" with an arrow pointing south to her clit.

   'Naughty knickers!' I exclaimed.

   She just laughed and rolled over onto her belly teasing me doubly: first
by hiding that sweet, but still obscured pussy, and secondly showing me her
near-naked bottom.  All that covered that covered it was a thin strip of
black nylon, scarcely half and inch across, dividing her buttocks and
tighly into the crease.

   I just had to!  I lay my cheek on the cool, still-white flesh and then
kissed each buttocK.

   She giggled.  'Nice!' and rolled over onto her back again.

   Now was the moment!  I grasped each side of the panties between finger
and thumb and started slowly to pull them down.  She lifted her hips, and
her pussy was revealed.  I left them around her ankles a moment.

   Everything I had hoped for, The tiniest little triangle of fine,
little-girl pubic hair, scarcely more than a fuzz, and her tightly-closed
cunt-lips naked of any hair at all, nearly-white, with just the slightest
pink.  Devastating.

   'You're beautiful!'

   She kicked the panties completely off...  difficult over her high
heels....  and opened her legs a bit, the clearest of invitations to me.  I
knew she was aroused by the state of her nipples and the dampness in the
crotch of her knickers, but I intended to make her cum, to enjoy her
little-girl passion.....  and her juices!

   I kissed the half-formed mound of her pubis feeling the fine black hair
against my lips, and then licked the hairless outer lips of her cunt.  She
opened her legs further, really wide now in an open invitation to me to
feast!  I parted the white lips with my fingers to show the shocking pink
of the inner lips, and the little pearl of her clitoris nestling there.  I
rubbed my nose right in, snuffling the not-quite woman, not-quite child
odour of her pussy.  My cock was almost painfully hard now as I licked the
length of her crack and then flicked her clitoris with the tip of my
tongue.

   'Oh yes!  That's nice!'

   Her hands in my cropped hair pressed my face against her cunt and I
started to lick her in a figure of eight, up and down her cunt and round
her clit.  Her juices were flowing now and I eagerly licked them up.  Her
body was moving under me in an almost fucking movement and I just knew she
would cum if I....

   So I did!

   I stuck my tongue right up into her.

   'Oh yes!  fuck!  Lovely!  Oh....I'm Oh.....'

   She came, and I felt her hands relax that had been gripping my skull.

   'Oh Mister, I just love that.  You do it like my friend Rachel, and
she's so good....'

   'How old is she?'

   'Oh, she's only 12 but we're going to get married when we're both
sixteen.....  You gonna fuck me now.  I really want it, Richie.'

   I was a bit concerned about my weight on top of such an appently frail
little body but I need not have worried as she pulled me over on top of
herself, legs wide open.  I felt her hold my cock, rub it once or twice up
and down her slippery crack and then place the knob in her cunt.  She
gripped it with her cunt as I slid into her wet warmth.  I pushed it until
I was completely in, enjoying the grip-release-grip-release she was
treating me to.

   'Can you feel that, Richie?'

   'I certainly can!'

   'Hassan taught me that!'

   It was clear to me she liked her pimp, and was not the usual-story
exploited girl.  And she liked fucking too as was obvious by the way she
managed to cross her legs over my back, pushing me down hard onto her.  I
fucked her as hard and fast as I could, and was rewarded by her shouts of
pleasure and little-girl whimperings, and finally her finger nails raking
down my back as she came.

   I would pronbably have cum too if it had not been for the pain of those
nails.

   But I fucked on, bringing her to a second climax (her third) and coming
inside her as her vagina squeezed me.

   'You fuck good, mister.'

   I imagined she had plenty of comparative data so her opinion was worth
having!

   ...........................................................

   Just one hour gone, two to go!

   We went back to the living room where I made her another rum and
coke.... the first would have gone flat by now.  My own version had no rum
in it: viagra and alcohol don't mix well, and I intended to enjoy this
pretty little body a lot more!

   Her orgasms seemed to have made her even more animated than she had been
before, and she kept feeling my limp cock, probably hoping it would soon
erect again.  She was laying with her legs over mine and although I enjoyed
the feeling of the nylons against my naked thighs, I wanted to see her
little-girl naked.  I started to undo the buckles on her strappy high
heels.

   I had the shoes off her and was trying to pull her hold-up stockings
down.

   'What you doing, Richie?'

   'I want you naked, angel.'

   'I'll do that...  you'll ladder them and they're my best...  '

   My cock was still at best half-hard and she must have decided to do
something about it.

   'Shall I dance for you?  Got any slow, sexy music?'

   I had, and I put the cd on.  Her dance was an eye opener and a
cock-stiffener.

   There was something stimulating about the contrast between her
still-childish body and the very adult movements of her dance.  That is not
to say they were at all gross: no, she was completely graceful in her
movements which made her stroking of her breasts, smoothing of her arse,
brief touching of her pussy all the more exciting, and always that serious
face and fluttering eye-lids the Indian dancers understand so well.  She
was either a natural or she had been taught and coached in provocative
eroticism.

   Gradually her swaying steps brought her closer to where I was sprawled
on the settee.  I reached out to touch her, but in that moment she was no
longer there, eyes and mouth smiling.

   Forgotten by me, my cock was now hard again.

   But noticed I guess by her because she gradually approached me again and
this time allowed me to touch her bottom.  Closer still and she knelt so I
could feel those breasts that so obsessed me, and indeed still do.  I am
hard again as I write this!

   She bowed her head onto me and I felt her lips around my cock, the wet
warmth and fluttering tongue, her hands holding my thighs.

   And she was good at it, relaxing me completely and building my
excitement with the skill of her mouth and lips: occasionally she would
leave my cock and nibble my balls or scrotum....  I don't know which was
the most sexy, her work on cock or on balls.  I knew I was going to cum
soon and was looking forward to it.  I held her head in my hands, her
shiny, long hair sliding through them sometimes as I started to jerk my
hips in time with the bobbing of her head.  she looked up and our eyes met,
a look of admiration, pleasure, and something sultry in her espression that
belied the innocence of her young body.  I reached down for her tits and in
that moment came.....  a big one!  She swallowed it all, and then I had a
lovely cummy kiss as a reward!

   .....................................................

   'We've still got nearly an hour before Hassan comes for me.'

   'I'm not sure I can get it up again.  That was a huge cum, sweetie.'

   'I know how to get it up!' She giggled.  'You got any massage oil?'

   'I've got a bottle of Johnson's Baby Oil upstairs.'

   I have an occasional fling with a nice young man from The Bank where I
work on contract, but I was not about to tell her that I was into anal sex
with preppies!

   'That's the best sort!  Go get it, and we'll go back to bed.'

   ..............................................................

   It was oddly exciting this slip of a girl taking control of me as she
lay me down on my side, my top leg bent at the hip so my arsehole was
exposed.  I felt her body pressed against mine and then slippery fingers up
into me.

   She found my prostate immediately and I had that strange feeling of
fullness and that something else communicating through my balls to my cock.
She was massaging it, fingers sliding in the baby-oil.

   'You feel my tits against your back?'

   'Mmmmm.'

   'I bet you like anal sex, like fucking tight little bum-holes?'

   'Mmmmm.'

   'You like shagging little-girl bum-holes, make them squeal?'

   'Mmmmm.'

   'How about little boys?  You like fucking them?'

   'Mmmmm.  Oh yes!'

   'I thought so.  You should try my twin brother Arvin: he loves it up his
bum.  He's a whore like me and works for Hassan too.  You'd like him.  He's
thirteen and not dark like me.  He's the sort of blonde boy the men go ape
for.  But he's the same prices as me!'

   'Jesus!'

   She giggled, fingers still massaging inside me.  She reached over my
bent leg and oily fingers held my cock.

   'See I said I could get you hard again, and you're lucky because I take
it up my bottom too.....'

   All change on the bed as she knelt for me and wiggled her bum as I put a
bit more oil on my cock.  Now some on her arse-hole.

   I spread her buttocks, my fingers slipping, oily on her smooth skin. 
Her cheeks were still boyish, firm and still slender, perhaps a bit more
rounded than a fit boy's would be, her anus a pretty pink-brown rose for me
to penetrate with an oily index finger.

   'Do me before you lose that hard, Richie.'

   'No danger of that sweetie.  This is a real treat,...'

   Later, after she had dressed and gone to join Hassan waiting in his cab
outside the flats, I wished I had stopped to lick and kiss that cute little
rose-bud of an anus.  In fact thinking about it my cock got hard again and
I had to jerk off...  an incredible (for me!) fourth orgasm in as many
hours.

   But my cock was insisting, twitching and dripping pre-cum as a sign that
my balls were not yet empty!

   She wiggled her bottom, looked over her shoulder, smiled and winked
provocatively, and I wiped my cock twice up and down the crack, then
holding her buttocks apart I placed my knob, pushed, and entered paradise!

   She made appreciative noises to encourage me, I guess: I've buggered
enough men and women to know that most men positively enjoy it once they
learn to take it, but that if a woman enjoys it her pleasure is
psychological rather than physical.  It is after all one of the clearest
and most symbolic acts of female submission to the male, in her anus rather
than her pussy: the male taking his pleasure from her body without any
concern for her pleasure.  Women who like being fucked in the arse
sometimes like being smacked about a bit: some of them even like whoring!

   When it came down to it I did not care a jot whether this girl's joy was
feigned or real.  She had a lovely body, a tight little bum-hole, and the
act was doubly taboo....  under-age, and wrong hole.  Two sins at least for
the price of one!  Enough to drive a man's libido on and upwards towards
orgasm.

   However, I did not cum till she reached a tiny hand up under herself and
held my ball-sack as I fucked her.  That was too much, and my cum exploded
into her.

   She must have douched in preparation as there was no mess afterwards.

   She had earned her £15, just as Hassan had earned his £60.  I felt I had
my money's worth, and no guilt at fucking a girl who was obviously up for
it and would have been eager even unpaid!

   ....................................................

   I had considered continuing this story with: --my all-night session with
Alice the next weekend.  --my two hours with her thirteen year old brother
the weekend after that.  --my corruption of the straight and painfully
religious Horace Cooper in a foursome, me, the boy, the girl.

   But on balance that's enough for now, and I'll have a quick wank
instead.

   fin for now.